OWF MidWeek Mayhem (01/18) Live! From Scrap Tavern

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Another update...

"We have just received word that Rabbit Mask, in addition to suffering multiple concussions during a vicious attack by Ghosthead just days ago, also fractured his skull in the melee. Doctors are currently running more tests and are hoping to find no signs of compression. They have not yet cleared Rabbit Mask to compete, and surgery may be required before that can be done. We will continue to keep you posted on his condition."

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*The camera cuts to Texpress who are out on a morning jog. They follow the trail and are on an incline up a hill. Zane is not happy.*

Zane - Remind me... why... I decided... to do this... with you?

Chad - Firewoman is not here. Who eles am I supposed to run with... Stank?

*Both men chuckle at the thought as they reach midway up the incline.*

Zane - *huff* Whew! This is... harder... than I... thought it would be.

Chad - You need to get your cardio up. I know you are the power end of our unit, but what good are ya if ya can't go the distance in a thirty minute match?

Zane - Since when... *huff*... has that ever... been a problem?

Chad - I can't play Ricky Morton in every match now can I?

*Zane smiles at this.*

Zane - You're funny.

Chad - Ah'm Kiddin of course. You know what I mean though. You getting your cardio up will only make us better... and we're already the best. We aim to be better than the best

*Texpress has reached the top of the incline, and just as the trail rounds a bend, Ghosthead appears from their blindside! He lands a flying kick HARD onto Zane Myers chest which is placed good enough to knock the big man off balance, and send him tumbling over the side, and off the trail where the incline is steepest. Zane rolls as Ghosthead spins around to confront Chad Madison.

Chad wastes no time as Ghosthead doesn't complete his turn before Chad has hopped up onto Ghosthead's back, and has the bigger man in a sleeper hold! Ghosthead reaches behind him to pull Chad Madison off, but he can't get a good grip. Instead he reaches back and pulls Chad's legs up then jumps hard back to the ground with Chad's body cushioning the fall! The impact forces Chad to release the hold with a loud exhale of breath!

Ghosthead rolls backwards, positioning himself stooped down by Chad's head. He punches Chad hard on his nose, possibly breaking it!

The camera cuts to Zane Myers at the bottom of the incline rising to his feet and dusting himself off.*

Zane - CHAD!!!?

*Zane climbs over to the trail and runs as fast as he can up the incline!*

Zane - *Huff* CHAD!!!??

*The big man reaches the top of the incline and finds Chad Madison sitting up, bleeding from his nose and mouth. His shirt has been ripped open and we can see alot of the blood has flowed down onto his bare chest. Zane runs up to Chad to tend to him and upon closer inspection the blood is scrawled into three words on Chad's chest, an additional word has also been smeared on Chad's forehead.*

Zane - Where is the Son of bi-

Chad - ZANE! Language! Ow!

Zane - Are you okay?

Chad - I'll live. He took off after he heard you coming up.

Zane - You look a mess.

Chad - Ow. Help me up.

*As Zane helps Chad up we see the words written on Chad's head and chest "Fire W. Blood Moon Rises"

The camera cuts to Ghosthead as he has made his way back to the OOWF arena. He heads inside and is immediately GRABBED by two meaty hands. Ghosthead is swung around and PINNED up against a wall by his very pissed off looking brother, Stank. Ghosthead lets a low laugh seep through his clenched teeth.*

Stank - Jared. What the FUCK man?

GH - Nice to see you too, brother.

Stank - You are making a lot of enemies.

*Ghosthead smirks*

GH - And I intend to make many more.

*Stank pulls Ghosthead back and SLAMS him back up against the wall! Ghosthead winces at the impact, but maintains his smile. Black liquid begins to run down the side of his mouth.*

Stank - You spray me with that shit and I will fucking kill you.

*Ghosthead opens his eyes and stares into the eyes of his brother. Stank notices Ghosthead's eyes darken, taking on an almost reddish hue.*

GH - I believe you would kill me, Lucas.

*This statement causes Stank to release his brother who remains leaning up against the wall.*

Stank - Don't play these games with me, Jared. The red contacts in your eyes don't scare me.

GH - This is not a game.

Stank - What's WRONG with you? Why are you on this crusade?

*Ghosthead stares at his brother, amused.*

GH - I'll tell you about it... soon... but not now.

Stank - Not good enough, Jared! I want-

*Stank's words are cut off by the loud banging of the side entrance door opening. Zane Myers comes stomping through, followed by an even more disheveled looking Chad Madison. Stank turns toward them and holds his hands up.*

Stank - Fellas I got this!

Zane - WHERE is HE, STANK? WHERE'S your NO GOOD, STINKING BROTHER?

Stank - He's right here and you won't lay a hand on him until I get some answers!

Chad - What are you talking about?

Stank - You heard me! Jared... Jared?

*Stank looks around but Ghosthead is no where to be found.*

Stank - GotDamnit!

Fade

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Back in Scrap Tavern Crossroads, Delaware...Firewoman has gone for a rare late afternoon run, when she runs into Stank, who is WALKING~! through the halls as if he's looking for someone.

Sta: Oh, uh....hey, Fire.....okay, gotta go.

FW: Wait, what? Who you looking for.

Sta: Aaaaaaaaah, YOU! Why you running so late, isn't this usually weights time for you?

FW: Well we got in late last night, and ... um....slept in this morning.

Sta: Spare me the details....*puts sunglasses on*....not that the afterglow doesn't blindingly give it away.

Firewoman....giggles and smiles?

Sta; Good god, woman. Are you ....BLUSHING~!?

FW: What? No.

Sta: You ARE! That is a HORRIFYING sight....

FW: Gee, thanks.

Sta: Look, woman, you want to live in some self delusional fantasy world, that is fine by me.

FW: Is it?

Sta: Huh?

FW: I caught your conversation with LD. You're sounding more and more like Moose with this Alex stuff.

Sta: Well, despite his insanity, sometimes Moose has a point.

Firewoman's bright mood takes a considerable dip.

FW: You know....I've heard about enough of your armchair psychoanalysis of my married life, that you so happily blab to LD but don't have the balls, yes I said it, the BALLS, to say to my face.

Sta: Fine! Here I am saying it right to your face. I don't like--

FW: Yes, I know. You've made it painfully obvious to me that you don't like my choice--

Sta: CHOICE? Drunken wedding chapel visits do not constitute a choice.

FW: You say that because you don't--

Sta: If you finish that with the incredibly emo 'you don't understand him,' I am walking away.

FW: No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say "you don't understand ME."

Sta: ....

FW: Do you know when Alex and I met?

Sta: Yes, I saw the video.....

FW: Right, so Gabe loved the pop at the end of the match, which frankly, saved my job. He also loved the chemistry we had in the ring and... well, you know how chemistry in the ring some times spills over...I wasn't really....I don't think either of us were really looking for anything. I mean, sex was just something to do when I was bored. Mom had made sure that I didn't see it as anything else, and gods know I was incapable of any thing resembling a healthy emotional life.

Sta: Can we spare the details?

FW: It's okay, cos there aren't any past that. Alex and Alexis wanted to go to Japan, and Alex asked me to go. So, I did.

Sta: Why?

FW: Because he asked me to. It seemed like a good idea, and I really didn't think anything more about it than that...until....look, I don't think Alex knows this, but Alexis came to me while we were in the airport, and asked me to.....back off.

Sta: Back off?

FW: Yeah. I don't know if she thought I'd hurt him, or he'd hurt me....I didn't realize there was anything to back off from, until she said that....anyway, I promised I would, even though...I didn't really want to, but......Alex probably wondered what changed....I doubt she ever told him. I didn't. Didn't stop Alex from spending the last bit of their money to help me leave.

Sta: So you were together before. I get that Fire, but with the relationship between Ket and Alex in Japan, and then Moose and Alex here....Alex did some very bad things to Moose...and to you.....I can't see past them, and it amazes me that you can.

FW: Really? Wasn't it about a year ago that I was doing some pretty unspeakable things? To Alex...to Moose, to YOU? And yet, here you are, closer to me in many ways than my own brother. You forgive me for nearly ending your career, and don't give me that 'you weren't yourself' bullshit. But if I choose to do that for someone that's been a significant part of my life for years...that's somehow delusional?

Sta: Fire....look, it's just....people don't change, and--

FW: Really?

Sta: Okay, you're an exception, maybe.

FW: I haven't changed, Stank. Not really. I spend every waking moment keeping myself in check. It's exhausting. It would be so easy to just....drop everything, walk back into the shadows....but I don't...yet. Alex has done some bad things....some VERY bad things. But he's come back from them. I can't hold that against him, when I've got my own genetically ingrained demons to struggle with. But he gets it, and he gets me, and he doesn't hold it against me. When I got free of Eco, many people reached out, but I just wanted to sit in the corner of the arena and be alone. He didn't take no for an answer, he grabbed hold and yanked me back. He would hate me saying this, and I KNOW Moose would to, but he saved me again. He doesn't know what was going to happen had Lucky not come to my door....

Fire's voice trails off.

Sta: Fire, that's gratitude...not love.

FW: *batistalaugh* If that's easier for you to swallow, to call it 'gratitude,' go right ahead. But no, it's not gratitude. I'm grateful to lots of people for their help during that time, and now. Including you. But ... I can't explain it...I wouldn't have heard anyone else, I don't think.

Sta: I'm .... I'm sorry Fire...I'm glad you're still here and all, but I still don't like him. Gratitude isn't enough, understanding isn't enough. Doesn't Moose understand you, too? I would think Moose would get you too.

FW: Moose does get me, when he wants to. And as long as I do what he wants, the way he wants.

Sta: True. So, that's it then? Unconditional support.

FW: Maybe. I can't remember if I've ever had that. *looks thoughtfully, and kind of like she's focusing on something off in the distance* No, there will be a limit...and I'll reach it. There will a fork in the road he won't want me to take, but I will. He'll try to follow, but he won't be able to.

Sta: Why would you say that?

FW: *she smiles softly, almost dreamily* Because that's just how life is, Lucas.

Sta: Look...Fire....

FW: Lisa.

Sta: Really?

FW: It's okay....Dr. Sid wants me to try....

Sta: Okay...I will ... think about what you said. I'm not going to like him ever, and think you can do much better.

FW: Aw, are you offering, Stank?

Sta: Huh? Dammit, woman, I'm being serious! I'll...think about what you said.

FW: Fair enough. Now...who were you looking for...can I help?

Sta: What? Uh...no....no....I got it. Just...one question, Fi-- Lisa.

FW: Sure.

Sta: You say you get tired of staying in control all the time...just how tired are you?

FW: *smiling as she evades the question* Have you seen your brother lately?

Sta; What? Uh, no....no....

FW: Okay. See ya.

The two continue back down the directions they were originally headed.

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<Moose is sitting in the arena somewhere, an INC focuses on him. He is picking at the same well worn piece of barbed wire, muttering something quietly to himself. He pauses and looks at the camera>

You know, it was just over a year ago that my sister died in that ring. I didn’t believe it at the time, I thought it was just another scam she was running, but the truth has set in, she was gone. Now, what many of you see out there now, you see Firewoman, and you think she has come back, but she hasn’t.

<Moose pulls a pic of a bloody Firewoman and a bloody Moose celebrating something during their Five days, Fire’s OOWF World Heavyweight Title on the table in the background. He looks at it for a moment, then pulls out a lighter and sets it on fire, lets it burns, then drops it to the ground>

The truth of the matter is this, Lisa Quinn died at that show. Lisa Quinn never returned. Lisa Darling is the Firewoman you know now. My sister is dead, and I mourn her loss. The person that stands in that ring now, the person I attacked this past week, that is nothing more than another Darling. I see them, they take a fucking limo to go ninety miles. They flaunt their money like they are royalty. That person is everything my sister hated. Rest in peace Lisa Quinn……..Lisa Darling…..I already eliminated your sister in law. Next, I am going to beat your stupid husband to death, and then? You are next.

As for my match this week……I really don’t know what to say. I assume our esteemed general manager has a reason for it, but fuck if I know what that is. I have no problem with Stank, hell he is one of the few people in this place I count as a friend. Despite Eco and I being the Oldest of the Old Guard remaining, the New Guard have steered clear. I have no beef with Fulton or Evans, hell, I kind of respect what they are trying to do. They are not targeting everyone, which is smart. That said…..if you two think you are going to make an example of Eco or I, you are dead wrong. You go about your business, we’ll go about ours.

I guess that leaves Davin. He married into that goddamn family, I guess that makes him enough of one of them. Quite honestly Davin, I don’t particularly give a shit about your grandstanding ass. This week, you are a Darling by proxy, and that is all that matters to Him.

Trust me

<Moose goes back to rubbing the piece of barbed wire and muttering to himself as we fade to black>

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Alexander Darling is outside The Darling Suites on his cell phone. Probably checking up on sister dear. Someone clearing their throat gets his attention.

AD: I'll call you back. Aina. Aloha.

Aina: Aloha, brah.

AD: Sorry I've been kinda incognito with you guys. I know we have a match and...

Aina: No worries brah. Ohana comes first.

AD: Yeah. So...what brings you by?

Aina: Two things I wanted to discuss with you before Wednesday.

AD: Shoot.

Aina: One...Phoenix Rising? Really, brah?

AD: You don't like the name?

Aina: It's okay. You really like the metaphors don't you?

AD: It's fitting with us.

Aina: You want our belts huh?

AD: Maybe. Eventually. Right now our focus is...

Aina: Nope. Save that for your own promo. Our promos are rare enough we don't need your business clogging them up.

Kayfabe comes around the corner doing the sabredance and shaking her finger at Aina.

AD: Fair enough. What was point number two?

Aina: We should probably talk about what you did to Eric.

AD: Oh, yeah. That. Look, I just snapped. It was a one time thing and...

Aina: Brah.

AD: What?

Aina smiles.

Aina: Radical Out. Bring it Wednesday. Aloha, brah.

Aina walks off as Alex watches him leave, a little perplexed.

AD: Yeah. Aloha.

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CUT to the OOWF New Guard™ suite and lube shop. We enter in the middle of a conversation between Fulton and Evans.

CE: “You what?!”

SF: “I rocked the boat. You said it yourself, my statement about no one stepping up is true. So I shook the tree and look what fell out? Our leader.”

CE: “You mean you don’t want to be the leader of this group?”

SF: “Not really. I’ve always been more of a follower; the muscle needed to have the leader’s plan executed. I don’t have the patience nor the skill to lead a wagon.

“Chris, the New Guard was your idea. It was your idea to put this group of winners together. It was your recruiting of Matt that started it all. I just wanted you to realize that.

“I may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but you lead this stable. So go lead.”

CE: “Thanks, Stan. I knew you all had my back.”

SF: “We have everyone’s back. Now let’s get back to keeping Davin and Stank out of every title picture.”

CE: “Deal.”

FADE

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CUT to the Random Hallway of Blind-sided Attacks, sponsored by ADT Home Security, where Stank has resumed his search for Ghosthead.

From out of nowhere... well, yeah, it had to be from somewhere because it’s not like we can just create matter from nothingness. I mean, we’re awesome wrestlers and all, but we’re not deities.

So, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, from out of ... uh, somewhere unseen Stank is attacked by Super Fly and Captain Excellent of the Executioners. The beatdown commences and Stank continues to fight his way to his feet, followed by him getting knocked down again. This continues for a while until finally LD Williams happens by and chases the Executioners off.

LDW: “You okay, man?”

S: “I will be. Damn those New Guard bastards. Bunch of hypocrites. Say they don’t attack backstage and then they do.”

Just then, from the same direction the Executioners ran off, Stan Fulton and Chris Evans walk up.

LDW: “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming back after what you did. You ready for retribution?”

SF: “What the hell are you talking about, LD?”

S: “You tried to take me out, Fulton. Now we’re going to take you two out.”

CE: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man. Stan and I just walked over here from our suite. We saw those two Executioner guys run past us. I’m guessing it was them. The New Guard doesn’t condone backstage attacks.”

SF: “Yeah, Stank. You know that. And you should get to medical and have your eyesight checked. C’mon, Chris. Let’s find somewhere else to get a sandwich.”

Fulton and Evans back away and leave the premises. Stank and LD are, frankly, at a loss for words as we ...

FADE

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**L.D. Williams and Stank turn into the Hallway of Semi-Planned Encounters ™ and SFJ#47 approaches.**

LDW: “I’ll catch up to you in a few minutes.”

**Stank continues down the hallway.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., this week you are in a four way match with Matt Folz, Mai Muyo and Danny Taylor. Would you like to comment on it?”

LDW: “What I’d like to say is that the consequences of Fire marrying Alexander Darling are that she’s married to Alexander Darling - and if she’s willing to live with that, who are we to interfere? I’d like to say that turning to help the next guy as soon as he established himself proves that Psykle is the true future of the OOWF. I’d like to say that Honcho Williams could build a career off the rub from AA and #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline if he plays his cards right. Most of all I‘d like to say ‘Hey New Guard, remember me? You can’t get the rub if you refuse to acknowledge my existence’, but none of that relates to the match. So, what I’m going to say is that Wednesday night I‘m climbing in the ring with a man I admire, a man I don‘t like very much, and a woman who - let‘s be honest - creeps me out more than a little.

Matt Folz and I have our issues, but Wednesday night I’m probably the one in the ring with the least reason to go after him. Miss Muyo and I have no history, and I’d just as soon keep it that way. She must be stronger than she appears to keep her brother in line, and that’s all I need to know. Danny, on the other hand, I truly like. He reminds me of me -if I’d made better decisions.

I will get in that ring and prove - again - that I am the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet, and along the way, with a little luck, I will make the three of them famous.”

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We come up at Rics Sandwich shop, were we see Dynamite Danny Taylor sitting at a table. He has three notebooks sitting in front of him, and above each notebook is a picture. The camera zooms in and we see that they are pictures of Matt Folz, LD Williams, and Mai Muyo. On each notebook are written the words Strengths and Weaknesses. Danny has a pen in hand, and appears to be deep in thought.

He taps on the photo of Folz, then under strengths writes: Allies, Ruthless, Has nothing to lose.

He then taps on the photo of Mai and under strengths writes: Quick, motivated, possibly crazy?

He then taps on the photo of LD, and under strengths writes: Experienced, technically sound, good stamina.

Danny leans back, appearing to be deep in thought, after a few moments, he taps the photo of LD, and under weaknesses writes: Can over focus, has some questionable friends.

He then taps on Mais photo and under weaknesses writes: Inexperienced, tiny, possibly crazy?

Finally he taps on Folz's photo and under weaknesses writes: Everyone else in the match wants to see him lose.

Danny then pauses again, and under the weaknesses for Folz writes: He is between me and Evans.

Danny just looks up at the INC and smirks as the scene

FADES

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Firewoman is WALKING~! down the ramp as her music hits and into the ring. The OOWF crowd is there, apparently a day early, waiting for something like this to happen. She grabs a microphone and shoves a production assistant out of a folding chair so she can have it and slides under the bottom ropes into the ring. She sets the chair up, but doesn't sit in it, mostly pacing around the ring like a caged animal.

FW: You know........Ghosthead.......I get it. I really do. You're new...you're young....There's lots of folks around here with amazing careers....lots of championships....and some scary stuff too. I think almost everyone is a multiple time felon. So yeah, you get here, you wanna make a name for yourself.....You wanna fit in, get noticed....

And yeah, you don't want to have it handed to you though. Your brother is a big deal around here, but you want to make it your own way, no help, and gods, no comparisons. Believe me...that's why Moose and I kept our little secret.

Make no mistake though. Just because I understand doesn't mean I accept it. Doesn't mean I'm going to just let it slide. I mean....my valet still isn't at one hundred percent. Attitude Adjuster attacked my valet once, ask him how that turned out. And it was a while ago...no one touched him after that until you came along.

And Rabbit Mask? The wrestler formerly known as Rabbxt was my first partner here, and one of the best. Now we don't know if he'll even make it here Wednesday.

And....Chad and Zane....now, Zane and I are at a good place now, but Chad...He's one of the few people on the planet to have ever shown me there might be more to life than just violence and revenge.....

Fire stops pacing for a bit. A small chant of 'Fire's gonna Kill You' starts up. Fire looks around and smiles, then shakes her head and starts pacing again.

No, no no....we aren't going down that road anymore. Oh, I know...I miss it just as much as you all do...It would be so nice....so EASY to just....

Fire stops pacing again, her eyes close....

To just let go, and walk back in to the blood, the fire, the pain.....

There's a pause, and she starts slowly pacing again.

You see, Ghosthead, I'm kind of on the edge as it is...I know you've done your homework, and I'm assuming you know my history, so I'm not going to elaborate here. I'm just going to sit here, and wait for you to come to the ring, and face me.

There's a cheer and Fire sits down in her chair.

So c'mon down Ghosthead. Just you and me. No older brothers, no fancy mist....You, me, maybe a referee if one can be found. You can test yourself, and see how you...*her voice cracks a bit*...how you Measure Up.

She sits there waiting. The crowd starts back up with the "Fire's Gonna Kill You" chant. It grows, but there's no sound of Ghosthead's music, and no one coming to the ring. Fire grows impatient.

FW: C'mon...you can rise up from the floor or appear in a cloud of smoke if you have to.

Fire waits again, and still nothing.

FW: Fine........*she stands*.....I'll go find you.

Fire drops the mic with a thud and some feed back slides back out of the ring, walking up the ramp. As she does, she adjusts something in her waist band.

Perspective change as the camera follows Fire through the halls as she calls out mockingly for Ghosthead, kicking the random trashcan here and there. [/i]

FW: C'mon Jared. You can bring one of your nifty Japan tricks. I know I said just us, but I lied. I do that. I did bring something with me.

Firewoman reaches behind into her waistband and pulls out the very pretty knife Alex gave her for her birthday. She gets a sick grin, and then takes it lovingly and slices the blade down her hand. Blood starts to drip, and then flow freely. She walks a bit more down the hall, a trail of blood following her, until she gets to Stank's room. She puts her hand on the door, leaving a bloody print. She smiles at that and then heads back down the hall, again trailing blood. She eventually gets back to the ring to cheers and rolls in, knife in one hand, blood in the other. It appears to not be enough, because she looks, and then takes the knife to either reopen the wound or add a second one. She looks around the ring, shrugs, as the fans cheer. She drops to her knees and uses the blood on her hands to write something in the ring. She stands, admires her handiwork. She rolls back out, presumably headed for stitches, and the angle switches to see what she wrote....

GHOSTHEAD

BLOOD MOON

BRING IT

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Eagle reaches the dining hall and spots Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem walking out the door. Wordlessly, he charges in and SPEARS Ecosystem through the wall. As they tumble through the hole in the wall, Eagle is on his feet and picks up a table leg and goes right at a charging Moosehead Jack.

Psykle: ...As long as you kept your rage under control, you were beating me. Then, a mistake. A simple mistake is all it took. You made one, and you let your rage loose. What happened after that, Ricky? What happened? You were blinded by your rage, and I was able to defeat you. I’ve been there before Ricky. I have. Rage. Pure, blissful, uncontrollable rage. There really is nothing like it. However, if you let yourself be consumed by it, and if you don’t try to control it, trust me, it will consume you, it will control you. Worse than I was controlled by IQ. Worse than Fire was controlled by Ecosystem.

Ricky Soaring Eagle is doing push-ups on top of a loading dock staircase, perhaps behind the arena. A song starts playing from somewhere..."Ten Little Indians" from Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson.

Ten Little Indians, standing in a line
One got executed, then there were nine.

Ricky looks up and around.

Nine Little Indians haven't long to wait
One got syphilis and then there were eight.

Ricky: Looking to make Indian jokes, huh? Show yourself.

Eight Little Indians, trying to get to heaven
One found Jesus and then there were seven.
Good night, good night...

Ricky stands up, but the lights suddenly go out.

Seven Little Indians playing pick up sticks
One got BURNED real bad and then there were six.

An small flicker is heard, and a fire suddenly appears on the staircase, illuminating the area.

Six Little Indians trying to stay alive
One didn't do so well and then there were five.

Ricky looks around for another way down, but he doesn't see one. He turns around to a door that apparently goes across the same level. He begins pulling on the doorknob, but it appears stuck.

Ricky: Come on, come on...

Five Little Indians banging on the door
One got in and then there were four.

Ricky finally bursts through to the next room...which is a balcony outside.

Four Little Indians hiding in a tree
One passed out drunk and then there were three.

Ricky: All right, where are you? Come out and feel my pain, joker-boy.

Ricky walks along the balcony, but finds it reaches its end quickly.

Three Little Indians, not much left to do
One left for Mexico and then there were two.

Ecosystem emerges from the door Ricky just came from. He is wearing a large trenchcoat and smiling. Ricky glares and lunges toward him, but Eco quickly whips out a Taser Gun and shoots the probes out, right into Ricky.

Two Little Indians playing with a gun
One got shot and then there was one--

Ecosystem shuts the music off from his iPod as he approaches the fallen, twitching Ricky.

Eco: (walking forward) One Little Indian, nothing to be done, he went and hanged himself and then there were...

Eco takes a knee by Ricky.

Eco: None.

Ricky, I like your style. I like the way you assaulted me and Moose last week. But Psykle is right, Ricky. Your style is not sustainable forever alone. But guys like him...they might talk about being controlled by your rage, but secretly, they want to control you. They want to tame you, Ricky. But Jack and I...we see another path for you. The path we took when we realized we didn't have to burn the world down from opposite ends. If you wish, you may stand with us...and Embrace the Rage.

Eco reaches into his wallet, pulls out a Joker card and tucks it under Ricky's shirt.

Eco: Here's my card.

FADE

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-->Honcho is unpacking his gear from his bag after getting to the locker room from the airport. Scott walks in behind him as they converse about a matter involving hockey...

CC - All I can say is they just suck. No other way to put it.

HW - Wont get an argument from me.

CC - Speaking of suck, have you run into that goofball and his cardboard cutout yet?

HW - Yes, I did. You?

CC - Yes, he asked me to resign as your manager and let him take over because he decided that was what was going to happen.

HW - Nah, I've known you for longer, and you are likely more educated

CC - I dont know about that, I did attend college but this AA guy doesnt seem too stupid

HW - Lots of smart people are just crazy. Hence the cutout

CC - I thought you liked the cutout.

HW - I saved him from being destroyed didnt I.

CC - And I have no idea why.

-->Just then, the door is banged in and #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline is standing in the doorway, wearing the OOWF DDT Championship. He stares down Scott as AA enters the room with a grin on his face.

AA - Ah, there is my prodigy!

CC - I think you mean my prodigy.

AA - No, I don't.

HW - Whats up?

AA - Just reminding you that you and I, along with #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline...

CC - And me!

AA - And whats-his-face, have a tag team match tomorrow. I trust you are ready.

HW - Of course I am, I think we are unstoppable as long as we have the cutout.

AA - Whats that? *Leans over to #HCJA* Ah yes, good point. Johnny would like to be referred to as the OOWF DDT Iron Man Champion (or whatever its called). He wants the respect he deserves as a champion.

HW - But I essentially got him the championship. I saved him from being destroyed!

AA - He says he doesnt remember that...

HW - How! It was on television!

AA - #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline does not believe in television.

HW - Whatever. I'm going to head downstairs for a workout, you all are welcome to join me.

CC - I'm in. My knees are stiff from the plane ride.

AA - We may join you later. #HJCA and I have a TV interview in about 15 minutes.

HW - I thought he didnt believe in television.

AA - He's making an exception for this.

HW - Whatever, see ya later.

AA - *Before Honcho and Scott turn the corner* Oh by the way, I looked up what Kayfabe was. Still dont get it.

HW - Same as I said before, figures.


-->Williams and Scott leave the room as AA converses with #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline....oops, the OOWF Iron Man DDT Champion.



CUT

[BookerShark]

*Firewoman walks to the loading dock on her way out of the building leading to the back roads she plans on using for her late morning jog. As she walks through the dock area she is twirling her knife in her stitched up and bandaged hand, a remarkable feat considering. She continues to walk, lost in deep thought, when she gets the feeling she is being watched. She slows her pace and looks over her shoulder. She doesn't see anyone, but she stops walking and turns around to scan the area while continuing to absentmindedly twirl the knife in her hand. She tosses the knife over to her non-bandaged hand, and turns back around, nearly walking right into GHOSTHEAD!

She backs away a step and brandishes the knife. Ghosthead kicks the knife out of her hand and up into the air. Firewoman connects with a right cross, staggering Ghosthead backwards a step. She follows up the punch with a spinning heel kick which Ghosthead rolls under. Firewoman spins around in an unwasted motion, charges at Ghosthead with a flying knee! Ghosthead narrowly avoids the knee to the back of his head, as he leaps up and flips backwards, planting one hand on Firewoman's shoulder as she passes underneath, and in one fluid motion, catching her knife in his other hand.

Firewoman stops short, turns, and charges at Ghosthead, connecting again with a right cross, but as she follows up with a left, Ghosthead catches her outstretched arm, swings Firewoman around, off balance, and up against a nearby stack of large, wooden crates. Ghosthead holds her arm up against the crate and brings the knife around fast and hard down toward her arm. In that split second Firewoman sees the knife coming and squints in anticipation of getting stabbed, but instead finds the sleeve of her sweat jacket pinning her arm to the wooden crate by her husband's gift.

She brings a knee up, hoping to bury it into Ghosthead's manly region. Ghosthead raises his own knee up to block the move. He spins around, grabs Firewoman's free arm, and steps on her right foot, holding it in place, preventing her from trying to kick at him.

Firewoman struggles, but soon realizes that the knife is buried deep in the wood and is close to the cuff of her sleeve at such an angle, that if she tries to pull her arm out, she may well end up severing her thumb.

She likes that thumb. It's favorite one.

Ghosthead claws at the bandaged hand of Firewoman who screams in rage at finding herself in this position. Soon Ghosthead has the bandage off her hand and notices right away that a few of her stitches have come loose and blood flows freely from the wound.

Firewoman yanks her bleeding hand, but Ghosthead has a really strong grip around her wrist. She winces in disgust as Ghosthead licks blood off of the wound, then turns his head locking eyes with her.*

GH - You talk as if you have answers which you clearly do not.

FW - I don't CARE WHO your brother is! When I get out of here YOU ARE DEAD!

GH - I came here to talk. You attack me with a knife. I've merely defended myself.

*Firewoman screams with rage, but Ghosthead, nonplussed, maintains his grip, and steps down harder on Firewoman's foot, adjusting to prevent her from pulling it free.*

FW - You want to TALK? SO TALK! They will be the LAST words you SAY!

GH - That's the spirit. You remind me a lot of my sister... this you I mean. I suppose that's why Lucas cares for you so much. You talk down to me as if I were a child playing in a grown up world, but I am at least as old as your brother, and have just as much experience in this business as either one of you. I am not Muyo-san. I do not desire to control you, or get in your head for my own gain other than to possibly best you in combat.

FW - None of that is going to save you!

GH - You are right... about me having studied you, your past, your present... and your future. You know what I've found?

FW - WHAT!?

GH -

FW -

GH - Blood moon rises., Firewoman...

FW -

GH - You mistake mindgames, and me trying to make a name for myself, for awe.

FW -

GH - Your brother is wrong... and I will prove it. Do not doubt this.

*Firewoman stares at Ghosthead with a mix of rage and a hint of... dread?*

GH - I don't expect our contest tomorrow to go as this encounter has. For now... I will take my leave... I believe I hear your husband coming. I imagine he will be very cross with me as he has already put me on a short list of people he intends to judge, convict, and excute. What I do has very little to do with him. A time will come when he and I will be locked in combat. He is welcome to try and take me out then, but for now, be a dear, and tell him to stay out of this. I know you agree... I can see it in your eyes.

*Firewoman simply glares at Ghosthead. Ghosthead smiles.*

GH - Ta Ta for now.

*Ghosthead releases Firewoman and vaults up on top of the crate, disappearing into the shadows as Firewoman reaches over and tries to pry the knife loose. Moments later Alexander Darling shows up on the scene and races over to his wife. He helps Firewoman pull the knife loose, as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is at her desk with one of the lawyers on her legal team.

GMSa-T: No more contract signing! My wrists are sore.

L: Well, with all due respect, you have yet to replace Mrs. Quinn-Darling as Commis...

GMSa-T: I know that law monkey! My soon to be Carpal Tunnel Syndrome is proof of that.

L: We could just get you a rubber stamp.

GMSa-T: Oh! I like that! Chuckles, put that on my shopping list!

L: Have you interviewed any potential candidates?

GMSa-T: Rubber stamp candidates?

L: No, I meant...

GMSa-T: Republican presidential candidates? They all suck, why would I want to talk to any of them?

L: Commissioner candidates.

GMSa-T: I'm too busy! All this legal junk makes my head hurt.

L: Then you should look into...

GMSa-T: How 'bout you shutting up and looking into our latest ratings?

The lawyer looks through his papers.

L: They appear to be up since your State of the OOWF Address.

GMSa-T: I knew people wanted to see carnage!

L: Yes, Mr. Ghost Head's recent altercation with Firewoman and Mr. Ecosystem's...

GMSa-T: Plus all the costumes make me feel like I wandered into a really bad game of Dungeons & Dragons.

L: How do you define a bad game of...

GMSa-T: All of 'em dorkface!

L: Mrs. al-Takriti...

GMSa-T: How's the revenue thingie?

L: The revenue stream is has increased in the lat month.

GMSa-T: YAY! Can I buy a helicopter now?

L: I doubt the board would look too kindly...

GMSa-T: That was a test law monkey. Good job. You passed.

L: Thank you.

GMSa-T: Is there any more or can I finally be free of you?

L: That's all for the breifings. But there are these last few contracts...

The lawyer drops a stack of contracts on Selena's desk that look more like a dictionary than a stack of papers. Selena looks at them with dread in her eyes.

GMSa-T: Okay then. GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!

The lawyer leaves as Selena buries her hands in her hair with a groan of frustration.

GMSa-T: I need a new commissioner.

[BookerShark]

Update...

"Since our last update, we have learned that Rabbit Mask shows no signs of cerebral compression, and is currently in stable condition. He will remain in the medical facility overnight, where he will undergo more tests, as a diagnosis of post-concussion syndrome is still a possibility. He has been prescribed several medications to cope with the pain and other side-effects of his injuries. Doctors have not yet cleared him to wrestle, and are encouraging him to take an extended leave of absence from the OOWF."

[BookerShark]

~~~ We cut to The Hallway (tm) where Phantos & Lucios are walking with a purpose, they are joined by Bridgette and by sheer coincidence, see Ghosthead at the end of the hall. Their pace quickens and right as they reach him, he turns on the spot and confronts them. ~~~

Ghosthead: Seeking revenge? Doesn't seem like your cup of tea.

Bridgette: No, you see, not everyone around here is an idiot who goes on the warpath each time they are assaulted. No, my boys here get their payback where it counts most, in the ring.

Ghosthead: Like that matt....

~~~ He is interrupted by Phantos and Lucios, who simultaneously SPRAY MIST IN GHOSTHEAD'S FACE!!!!! There is no discernable color. As he tries to wipe it from he eyes, Lucios grabs a hammerlock and forces him against the wall. ~~~

Lucios: Next time you want to send a message to someone, you leave us out of it. You have issues with Lisa, Lobo, whomever? Take it up with them. Don't assume we won't fight back.

~~~ With that, Lucios pushes him to the floor Ghosthead sits up quickly, still wiping liquid from his face. ~~~

Phantos: Red, Black, Green. You can have them all. Beware the Aquafina Mist.

~~~ The three of them walk away, Lucios glancing over his shoulder, watching Ghosthead, who sits there, seething, still wiping water from his face ~~~

[BookerShark]

CUT to the OOWF New Guard™ Suite where the current reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton, is sitting around a table with the rest of the New Guard. He's apparently teaching them to play a game of some sort.

SF: "Right, then you roll a d8 to determine the damage and add your Strength modifier."

MF: "Which one is the d8?"

SF: "The one that looks like two pyramids glued together at the base. OK, since I can see you did enough damage to kill the hobgoblin, we'll move on.

"J-P, your character can roll a d20 to see if you find any traps."

JPS: "Yo, man, why I gotta play the thief? I'm straight-up, yo."

SF: "Because Jewel liked calling you a rogue. Then she wiggled her ass and you sort of mumbled something about whatever she wanted."

JPS: "Tru' dat. My woman's gotta fine booty."

SF: "Wouldn't know. I've been respectful and not watched it."

JPS: "Dog, you can gaze at dat fine ass anytime, man. You just can't touch it."

SF: "Thanks."

Then Selena's promo plays with this rejoinder.

Originally posted by BC
GMSa-T: Plus all the costumes make me feel like I wandered into a really bad game of Dungeons & Dragons.

L: How do you define a bad game of...

GMSa-T: All of 'em dorkface!

MF: "That's it. I'm out of here."

JPS: "Me too, dog. KnowwhatI'msayin'?"

Fulton sighs.

SF: "I can't believe I tried to game in this shithole."

FADE

[BookerShark]

As Stan Fulton and J-P Sparxx get up to leave, the Kai stops them.

Kai: Fellas, why the long faces?

JS: Selena said gamin' was stupid yo.

Kai: Well Selena also thinks the Jonas Brothers put out good music.

SF: The who?

Kai: Not the Who, the Jonas Brothers.

JS: That ain't music yo.

Kai: So, the Kai wants in on your little game.

SF: Um, okay. You want to be...

Kai: The Kai wants to be the butt kicking dream smashing Ghost Head killin lady lovin Lava Bull!

JS: Is that a rogue?

SF: Wait? What's your beef with Ghost Head?

Kai: He's stealing the Kai's limelight. Ghost Head is going after Lobo. He's gotten the attention of those masked Texas freaks. They seem to have forgotten that they have to deal with the Kai and his bruddah, along with the one and only Alexander Darling!

JS: Tomato can...

Kai: Shut your mouth you jive talkin Jay-Z wannabe white bread freak!

JS: Bro!

Kai: Brah.

JS: Bro!

Kai: Brah!

SF: Jimmy!

Kai and J-P look at Stan.

SF: Just felt like the right time.

Kai: So how can The Kai kill Ghost Head in this silly little game of yours?

SF: You roll a d20 and...

Kai: A d-what?

JS: d20 yo. It's a dye.

Kai: The only D the Kai cares about are 36 DD's, ya feel me, brah?

JS: Oh yeah, those be nice.

Stan hands Kai a d20.

Kai: IF YA SMELLLLLLALALOW. WHAT THE KAI. IS. ROLLIN'

Kai rolls the dye as we *fade*

[BookerShark]

*The opening drum and guitar of Nonpoint's "Skin" blasts through the speakers and Stank walks out onto the stage to a loud pop from the crowd! There is a minority smattering of boos, but they are drowned out by cheers as Stank has been getting face reactions lately from his opposition to The New Guard. Damned if he knows why. He simply soaks in the cheers and walks down the ramp to the ring, through the ropes, and is handed a mic.

The crowd noise reigns as his music fades out. Stank stands in the middle of the ring and looks around at the crowd as they continue to make noise. A few moments later the cheers die down and Stank begins to speak.*

Stank - Lots to talk about and I'll probably not get to it all, so in the interest of keeping it simple, I'll try to confine most of my words to those relating to the upcoming match that me and my tag team partner this week... Davin Moreland...

*The crowd loses their shit as a "GOAT" chant flares up, and dominates the noise of the arena for a few moments. Stank lowers his mic to allow the chant to continue, before speaking again.*

Stank - But before I do that, I want to address a promo that one Alexander Darling gave to a live non OOWF crowd last week. Now, it's no secret that I can't stand Alexander Darling for reasons I've made clear to my friends backstage and caught on camera by the reality show crew of ninjacams the OOWF is known and loved for. In that promo Alex declared me a hypocrite, and put me on a list of people that, in his words, he will judge, jury, and excute.

*A small smattering of boos follow this statement. Stank continues.*

Stank - Now Alex... listen to me. You dare to go to sombody elses house and talk shit about me? Fuck you. In THIS HOUSE motherfucker... the OOWF! In OUR HOUSE I will fucking DESTROY you!

*Crowd cheers*

Stank - Hear me well Alexander Darling... if by some miracle you survive your ordeal with Moose and Juni... I will be waiting, and we can settle this once and for all. Until then I suggest you keep my name out of your fucking mouth... or I just might deprive Moose of the privilege of ending your fucking career.

Don't believe me?

*Stank lowers his mic in suprise as the crowd finishes his catch phrase. They cheer afterward as Stank raises the mic back to his lips.*

Stank - What they said.

*The crowd cheers and applauds as Stank smirks for a moment.*

Stank - Now tonight Davin and I face the Saints of Sinners and The OOWF Intercontinental and OOWF World Champions... Chris Evans and Stan Fulton better known as The New Guard.

*Boos all around.*

Stank - The New Guard, they walk around here with the Titles acting like their shit don't stink. Meanwhile, they dress up in masks and black t-shirts, attacking me backstage, pretending they are some lame ass group of fellas calling themselves the Executioners. A real deseperate cry at establishing thmeselves a red hot gimmick. Well morons that's not going to get you over. You know what will... actually dropping the pretense and following through on your mission statement.

You want to get rid of me? You want to get rid of Davin? You want get rid of LD, Moose, Firewoman, Outback Jack, Ecosystem, anyone you deem past their prime, and supposedly "hogging the spotlight"? Hogging the spotlight? Really? The gotdamn sexy female journalists "hog" the spotlight in comparison to what you idiots do. You're the fucking party of "no". No gimmick. No promos. No entertainment. No ratings. No substance. Just no fucking good whatsoever!

*The crowd cheers, and God help them, start up a "Party of No" chant. Stank continues.*

Stank - Now Crusher, I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry you've hitched your wagon to this bunch of sorry fucks, because you're the best of a bad lot. Which is just so profoundly baffling, and sad. Don't get it twisted... I'm still going to beat your ass tonight... but I do so witha tinge of sadness. Sadness at what could have been. You took a risk... and it's not paying off. The New Guard is dragging you down, and along with it The OOWF World Championship. They're dragging you down Stan, a fact that will become more painfully clear when Davin and I win tonight.

You wanted advice when you hung with me and my friends. I'm going to give you some now. Forget that whole there is no leader of the New Guard crap. Forget that shit. Your group is DESPERATE for a leader. DESPERATE. You're not The Five... you guys are nowhere near their level. The Five were about more than titles. There was no power grab within the group that split us up. Sure there was a dispute in the group and it was settled within the group and we disbanded on our own terms. No one broke us up. Even disbanded The Five remain so. Your group... you don't have what it takes to stay together like you are now. Take the reins Stan. Steer the ship. Be the captain, or abandon ship because that ship is sinking.

You don't actually think Davin and I are past our prime. You know we're going to beat your ass. You know exactly what we're capable of. Stop the pretense. Stop the games. You're going to have to come up with something better than what you've been doing, because I will be champion again. It's only a matter of time and there's not a damn thing you or anyone else can do to stop it.

The clock is ticking.

Moose my friend, you know how it is. This is a match and I'm going to do what I have to to make sure my team wins. No hard feelings. Maybe we can grab a beer afterward no matter the outcome.

Juni you can go fuck yourself.

*The crowd cheers that as Stank's theme music fires back up. Stank drops the mic with a smirk and exits through the ropes. He heads up the ramp as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

In the Darling Luxury Suites, Lucky and Alexander are both hovering over Firewoman, trying to check the stitches in her hand, and she is NOT appreciating their hovering.

FW: Oh my gods, don't you two have something else to do?

L: She doesn't appreciate our hovering.

AD: I know...Voiceover Guy just said that....what are you doing?

L: Writing a royalties check to Lobo...

Lucky goes on writing his check. Alexander scowls at him and goes back to trying to grab Fire's hand.

FW: Would you quit?

AD: I just wanna make sure the stitches--

FW: *jerking her hand away* My stitches are fine. Don't you have a match to get ready for.

AD: I'm ready.

FW: Good. With your shield or on it.

AD: Huh?

FW: What they used to tell the Spartan army when they left. Come back with your shield or on it.

AD: Is that really true though?

FW: Dunno...I tried to wiki it, but I can't. Something about being against soap....

AD: ......

FW: ......

AD: So what you're saying is.

FW: Bring back the gold.

AD: Yes, dear.

He leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek but she pulls back.

FW: One caveat.

AD: And that is?

FW: You really lost it with Eric....

AD: *scowling more* And?

FW: And don't think I haven't noticed...the longer hair, scruffy beard...I mean, it's hot, but I don't think that's all for my benefit. I know Kai and Aina want you to bring it tonight, but ....

AD: Are you seriously going to tell me to take it easy on your ex-boyfriend and his pals?

FW: No....just....don't lose it, okay? The belt OR your control. Breaking Eric's ankle was over the line, and you know it.

AD: You know....you haven't said much about Moose and Eco last week.

FW: *scowls a little bit* Well, they seem to be bored with me for now. Eco is bugging Soaring Eagle...which is fine by me. And quit changing the subje--

AD: It's my turn now. Ghosthead is dangerous. I should come to the ring with--

FW: Ghosthead is my issue. I don't care how old he is, how much experience he has. The Rock himself could roll in here and he'd still be the effin' new guy, trying to find his place. I'm just going to help Ghosthead figure that out, 'sall...

AD: Still, you need me to watch your back.

FW: He's my issue, I'll handle it. I don't need you to get--

AD: Like you wanted me not to get involved with Tytan? And Ecosystem? Not again, Fire. If there's the slightest possibility he could hurt you...REALLY hurt you...and I think there is--

FW: I'm done with this. Focus on your match. Stay out of mine.

Firewoman walks off...angrily. Alexander watches her go.

AD: Hope you forgive me, Fire....again....

FADE

[BookerShark]

The members of the New Guard are all in their locker room, spread out, doing their thing. We catch on the tail end of Kai and J-P Sparxx conversing.

Kai: Jabroni is the Kai's word. The Kai likes sayong Jabroni. Come up with your own material.

JS: But "I'm gonna vote your ass off Jabroni Island" is dyin to be used, know what I'm saying?

Kai smiles.

Kai: The Kai likes that. That's not bad.

Noelani clears her throat to get some attention. She's apparently reading Pro Wrestling Observer

Kai: Got something stuck in your throat? Is it mucus? Or is it a bad side effect of swallowing too much like you do? That's nasty.

Aina: Go ahead, Lani.

Noe: There's an article on the New Guard in here. It calls Stan Fulton the new champion OOWF has desperately needed for some time.

SF: Amen to that.

Noe: It praises Matt Folz's resurgence.

MF: Finally, some respect.

Noe: It claims that the weak link is however...the Flyin' Hawai'ians.

Aina: Oh really?

Noe: It says they have clearly not bought into the New Guard and do not say or do enough with them or in general.

Aina grabs the ninja cam.

Aina: This old song and dance? There aren't enough Flyin' Hawai'ian promos. I don't see anyone knocking on our door! What do you want? You want us to attack our opponents mindlessly every week? We are men of honor. It's not how we roll.

JS: Fo shizzle.

Kai: You don't interrupt the Kai's bruddah when he rarely speaks.

Aina: You're right about one thing. There is one glaring difference between us and the rest of the New Guard. These guys are the future of this business. Future Hall of Famers, all of them. WE are NOT the future! We are the PRESENT! We are the best tag team in the world today. We are so good that our opponents this week don't even bother focusing on us because they know they're gonna lose. They instead pick a fight with that Ghosthead jabroni.

Kai: That's the Kai's word!

Noe: It's a stupid word.

Kai: Your face is stupid!

CE: That's my joke!

Aina: So, sorry we're not the drama queens. Sorry our last name isn't Quinn or Darling. Sorry we don;t punk people out backstage. Maybe we should. Maybe we need to kick some haole asses during the week to remind them of who they actually have to face that week. Maybe...

Aina holds a sledgehammer up and stares at it with a glimmer in his eye.

Aina: Maybe, we need to start a whole new game...

Noe: The article also says Selena gets too much airtime.

Aina: That's crazy! She's barely been seen for weeks!

Noe: I thought it seemed more peaceful around here...

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is WALKING~! towards catering maybe. Anyway she runs into Noelani a few minutes after her conversation with the whole magazine and stuff. Like literally because Noelani is still reading and not watching where she's going. Fortunately, Fire is NOT holding a cup of coffee, but she is very irritated.

FW: Watch where you're going.

Noe: Watch where YOU'RE going, futsetta.

The two stare each other down. Finally, Firewoman wins, and Noelani goes to go around her. Firewoman grabs her arm, hard enough to leave marks.

Noe: Get your hands OFF ME.

FW: Your boys want Alexander to bring the crazy tonight.

Noe: So? I would think you'd be okay with crazy.

FW: *smiling, but kinda not really* They better have his back.

Noe: Oh? Or else?

FW: Exactly.

Firewoman lets go and continues to the gorilla position. Noelani rubs her arm and goes back to walking and reading her magazine.

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Interview Area*

The SFJ's are milling around trying to look busy when one is dragged from the catering table into the old-school set. She looks flustered at being grabbed and dragged but she regains her composure when she realizes who is standing with her.

SFJ3.14: Oh my...are you sure you want me, I mean I know...

The camera turns to the figure and we see Alexander Darling pull the hood over his head.

Alexander: Just stand there, hold the mic, and don't get in my way.

SFJ3.14: But when you use us, we have to do stuff?

Alexander: *sighing* Fine...what do you wanna ask?

SFJ31.4: Um, I mean I didn't get a chance to prepare so...

Alexander: Right, like I said stand there, shut up and hold the mic up. Here's the fact, I've been quiet about my match this week and I shouldn't have been. The Hawaiians are like family to me and while they don't have to worry about me holding up my end in the ring, I need to hold up my end back here as well.

But my bruddah's made a very good point...if our opponents barely want to mention us, well fuck them.

Lobo wants to put me in the same class as the New Guard and I say let him because the fact is I was New Guard before there was a New Guard. Ask Matty Ice and Evans who gave them their first chances to step up in this company...and before they get in a mood they'll tell you it was Alexander Darling.

But the fact is I don't care about the New Guard. I don't care what their agenda is or who its against right now because my mind is otherwise focused. And part of that focus is on not making the same mistakes I've made in the past. So to Lobo, I say this...treat me like a member of the New Guard if it motivates you because it doesn't matter. I've made a promise to Kai and Aina to have their backs no matter what and after what I did to them in our past, I owe them that and I owe it to them to continue our run as the best Campeonas de Trios this company has ever seen.

So let the Texans get anyone they want, let the so-called legends of Stank, LD, and Davin come together, and I don't care who the hell else wants to step up to us. We'll win because we're the best. Nothing is going to change that.

SFJ3.14: Oooh, did you see Stank's promo earlier about you?

Alexander: I did.

SFJ3.14: And?

Alexander: And what?

SFJ3.14: Don't you have a response?

Alexander: Sure, I guess...Been there, beat that. Next.

SFJ3.14: But he's Stank.

Alexander: Thank you...he is Stank. Wanna know what that means?

SFJ3.14: What?

Alexander: He's not Alexander Darling and this summer, I proved exactly what that means.

Alexander pulls the hood back over his head and grabs his Trios belt as he heads out to meet the Hawaiians for a pre-match session.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Scrap Tavern Crossroads, Delaware

JUSTIN SANE vs. COMRADE SHARKOFF

Justin and Sharkoff are both in the ring. The bell rings and Sharkoff marches right up to Justin and proclaims the USSR #1! Justin looks at him for a moment, then asks him if he can borrow five bucks. Sharkoff gives him a confused look, then digs in his tights and pulls out a little change purse, as he opens it, he turns away from Justin and starts counting some coins from the change purse, but Justin grabs him from behind and rolls him up and gets a TWO COUNT! Sharkoff gets to his feet, furious, and the two of them brawl around the ring for a moment. They stop when “Crusher” plays and Stan Fulton makes his way to the ring. The World Heavyweight Champions steps between the ropes with his axe handle in hand, looks at the two men, then swings and NAILS Justin upside the head! Sharkoff tries to attack but Fulton nails him too! Fulton pulls Justin to his feet and throws him over the top rope to the floor, then grabs Sharkoff’s chain and wraps it around his fist and BLASTS Sharkoff in the face with it sending him staggering back to the corner. Fulton pins him in the corner and repeatedly hammers him with punches to the face until Sharkoff is a bloody mess. He lets the Comrade stagger out of the corner and fall to the mat, then bounces off the ropes and hits the DROP LINE! Stan Fulton gets to his feet, drops Sharkoff’s chain across his chest, brushes himself off, picks up his axe handle and heads toward the ropes. Something catches his eye though, Justin is on the apron pulling himself up by the ropes. Fulton charges over and kicks Justin in the face, sending him off the apron, crashing into the guard rail. Fulton adjusts his clothes, puts the OOWF World Heavyweight Title back on his shoulder and leaves the ring and heads to the back.
WINNER – No Contest in 4:12

PSYKLE & RICKY SOARING EAGLE vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS

The OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline leads Honcho and AA to the ring (well, he is actually being carried by AA) CC Scott follows behind the trio. They get to the ring and AA insists they huddle up and get some last minute directions. Honcho rolls his eyes, then leans in. Meanwhile, Psykle and Ricky Soaring Eagle are announced and make their way to the ring. The bell ring and the match starts. Soaring Eagle and Psykle show surprisingly good teamwork and take the early advantage. Honcho fights back and makes the tag to AA, who uses his cache of tricks to keep Soaring Eagle isolated. You can see Soaring Eagle start to get more and more frustrated with AA’s cheating ways, and finally he explodes out of the corner and cleans house, sending AA over the top rope with a clothesline, and sending Honcho to the floor with a straight right to the jaw. From the outside, AA puts the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline on the apron to run some interference, Soaring Eagle sees this and is livid. He grabs the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline and lifts him in the air, but the sneaky cardboard Johnny gives Soaring Eagle a nasty paper cut on the hand! Soaring Eagle bellows with pain and drops Johnny, then looks at his bloody hand and DECKS Johnny with a right cross! The OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline falls to the floor, Soaring Eagle turns around, and there is the opportunistic Honcho Williams, he POPS Soaring Eagle with the THUNDERBOLT! Honcho tackles Psykle keeping him from breaking up the pin while AA slides under the bottom rope and covers Soaring Eagle, with his feet on the ropes, of course, and gets the one, two, THREE!
WINNERS in 14:07 – Honcho Williams & Attitude Adjuster

FIRECHILD vs. RABBIT MASK

Firechild is announced first and makes his way to the ring. There has been a lot of speculation over whether Rabbit Mask will be able to compete this week after the attack from Ghosthead. He is announced and…….nothing. Firechild just waits in the corner, Rabbit is announced a second time, and again, nothing. Firechild yells at the referee that it is clearly a forfeit and he should start the ten count. The referee starts counting, and at five, “Ninja Step” fires up and Rabbit Mask makes his way to the ring, his head still bandaged and his eyes glassy. This man is clearly in no condition to wrestle. He steps between the ropes and the referee checks him, but Rabbit insists he is ready to go. The referee calls for the bell, and this one is underway! Rabbit Mask moves to the middle of the ring and yells for Firechild to face him. Fire child moves to the middle of the ring, and Rabbit tries a spinning heel kick, but he is way off the mark and Firechild EASILY avoids it, when he turns back around, Fire connects with a front heel kick right to Rabbit’s temple! Rabbits eyes roll into the back of his head and he staggers toward the ropes and collapses catching himself on the middle rope before getting violently ill (no doubt making the fans in the front row glad they paid extra!) The referee moves in and takes one look at Rabbit and immediately calls off the match.
WINNER in 2:12 via referee stoppage – Firechild

Rabbit Mask is helped to the back by OOWF trainers, but clearly has no idea where he is at the moment

SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. STANK & DAVIN MORELAND vs. STAN FULTON & CHRIS EVANS

All six are announced and make their way to the ring. Davin steps into the ring and calls out Fulton, but instead, Moose charges in and blindsides Davin with a punch to the mouth and the match is ON! Davin and Moose brawl around the ring, tearing into one another with a fury of two men who hate one another. Moose charges, but Davin catches him with a boot to the jaw, then tags in Stank. Stank slowly steps into the ring and Moose is on one knee. Moose smirks, then gets to his feet. The two charge at one another and then……lock up? The hell? The fans are SCREAMING for blood, but it doesn’t happen. Moose and Stank go through some chain wrestling, arm bars and arm drags, all that good stuff, reversals of reversals, then they both spin to their feet, laugh and nod, and Moose tags in Eco, while Stank tags in Evans. The fans boo the SHIT out of Stank and Moose, but they both stand on the apron laughing. Evans and Eco go at it, and the New Guard gets the advantage. Fulton comes in and they keep the advantage, but Eco fights back and gets several two counts on the champ. Finally Eco tries to make the tag to Stank, but Stank just glares at him and says “fuck you” Eco looks annoyed, then slaps Stank across the chest, tagging him in. Well that just about does it right there. Stank and Eco brawl, Moose charges into the ring but gets cut off by Angle, and they spill out of the ring, and Evans shows an aggressive side we haven’t seen since his match with Larson, and soon they are both bloody. Meanwhile Fulton and Davin remain in the ring. Fulton tries for a corner Avalanche, but Davin moves out of the way, Fulton turns around and walks right into a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Davin covers, and gets the one, two, THREE!
WINNERS in 20:04 – Davin Moreland & Stank

Davin celebrates, but Fulton recovers, grabs his world title and BLASTS Moreland upside the head. Davin collapses in a heap and puts the boots to Davin, Stank breaks away from Eco and climbs into the ring, Fulton escapes and the New Guard head to the back holding their titles high.

FIREWOMAN vs. GHOSTHEAD

These two are announced and make their way to the ring, but they tear into one another before the bell even rings. They fight around ringside and are both bloodied in a matter of minutes. The action spills back into the ring just long enough to become an official match. Fire catches Ghosthead with several kicks to the ribs, then sends him to the ropes, but Ghost bounces off the ropes and NAILS Fire with the EIDOLON! Fire falls out of the ring to the floor and Ghost grabs her from inside the ring by the hair, Fire grabs Ghost by the arm, and SKINS THE CAT grabbing Ghost by the head and flipping him over the top rope to the floor. Fire slips back into the ring and gets a running start and dives over the top rope and slams into Ghosthead sending him into the guard rail. Fire shoots Ghost back into the ring and covers, but only gets a one count. Fire takes over for a bit, beating Ghosthead mercilessly, but no able to keep him down for the three count. Ghosthead fights back and catches Fire with a kick to the gut, then dumps her on her head with a BRAINBUSTER for a two count! Ghosthead takes over and batters Fire. While this is going on, Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem make their way to ringside and take a seat. Ghosthead pulls Fire up and ties her in the TREE OF WOE! Moose and Eco get to their feet, but before they, or Ghosthead can do anything, Alexander Darling sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and gets between Fire and Ghost. Ghost snarls and tells him to move out of the way, but Alex is defiant. Even Fire yells for him to get out of the ring, but before he can, Moose and Eco attack. Ghosthead joins in the beat down, Alex tries to fight them off, but three on one is not good odds. Moose and Eco beat Alex down to the mat while Ghosthead goes back and attacks Fire, dropping her from the turnbuckle. The Flyin Hawaiians sprint to the ring and grab Alex and pull him out, they argue for a second, then head to the back, Alex breaks away and grabs Fire and pulls her out of the ring as well. Fire is NOT happy.
WINNER – No Contest in 16:31

MATT FOLZ vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. MAI MUYO vs. LD WILLIAMS

All the intros are done and the bell rings. Danny and Folz start things off and Folz tries to brawl, but Danny keeps it a wrestling match. Folz tries to tag out to either Mai or LD, but both short arm him effectively making this a three on one handicap match. Folz snarls and goes into full blown merc mode using every trick to fend off the attack from the three. Folz is getting worn down from the assault when Chris Evans makes his way to the ring. Danny Taylor immediately hops off the apron and gives chase, but half way up the ramp the rest of the New Guard attack and begin to beat Danny down. Williams hops off the apron and heads up the ramp and helps Danny, Lobo and Jack quickly join and we have a mini-brawl on the ramp. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Mai goes for the SAVIOR SPLASH but Folz moves out of the way. Folz pulls Mai up and hits the OLYMPIC SLAM then traps her in an ANKLE LOCK on her surgically repaired ankle! Mai taps furiously and the referee calls for the bell.
WINNER in 12:41 – Matt Folz

The bell rings, but Folz does not release the hold. He keeps it on, grinning an evil grin. Mai howls in pain, but Folz will not let go. The referee warns him, then calls for the announcer.

the referee has reversed his decision, the winner of the match, Mai Muyo
WINNER in 12:41 via referee’s reversed decision – Mai Muyo

Folz still won’t let go, it’s not until LD Williams makes his way back to the ring that Folz releases the hold and slithers to the back.

JP SPARXX vs. OUTBACK JACK – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Jack is out first and the crowd roars. Sparxx and Jewell are out next and the crowd nearly boos them out of the building. The two men move to the middle of the ring and share a fast handshake, as per the Onslaught division rules. The bell rings and Sparxx attacks Jack and hammers him with forearms to the side of the head. Jack quickly attacks back and sends Sparxx to the corner sternum first, and catches him with a BOOMERANG to the back of the head. Sparxx rolls out of the ring and gets comforted by Jewell. Inside the ring, Jack climbs to the middle rope and pulls a beer out of his shorts pocket, cracks it and slams it. Sparxx slides back into the ring and waits for Jack to hop off of the turnbuckle, then goes after him, but Jack ducks and Sparxx hits the ropes, on the rebound, Jack elevates Sparxx then lets him slam to the mat. Jack maintains control for a few minutes, then tries an elbow drop from the top rope, but Sparxx moves out of the way and takes over, keeping the veteran down with lightning fast strikes. Jack mounts one final comeback and tries to set Sparxx up for the CHOMP but Sparxx slips free, and when Jack turns around, Sparxx drops him with the INSTANT REPLAY! Sparxx then heads to the corner, climbs the ropes and hits the SHOOTING SPARXX PRESS for the one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 10:54 – JP Sparxx

ALEXANDER DARLING & THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. PHANTOS, LUCIOS & EL LOBO SANGRIENTO – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match

Alex and Lobo start things off. They lock up and trade moves for a minute, then things get a little chippy between the two of them and they start chopping one another into oblivion. Alex tags in Kai and Lobo tags in Phantos and they go back and forth for a few minutes. The match continues like this for over thirty minutes. Phantos, Lucios and Lobo are able to match the champs move for move, and can get just as aggressive as Alex and the Hawaiians. Lucios and Aina provide the power while Kai and Lobo bring the brawling and Alex and Phantos bring the wrestling. PLL get several near falls on the champs, but they can’t keep them down. Alex shows his more aggressive side and takes Phantos to the mat HARD with an ALABAMA SLAM for a two count. The match passes the thirty five minute mark and breaks down a little bit with all six men fighting in the ring. The referee restores order and sends Phantos and Lucios to the outside, but while his back is turned, Kai and Aina connect with the BUTTERFLY EFFECT! Alexander heads to the top rope and lands a PHOENIX SPLASH! He covers, hooking Lobo’s leg hard, and gets the three count just before Lobo kicks out.
WINNERS in 37:11 – Alexander Darling & The Flyin’ Hawaiians

The bell has barely run when the Saints of Sinners and Ghosthead storm the ring and attack Alex. The Saints have weapons that they use freely. Moose has Alex trapped in the corner peppering him with punches, this brings Firewoman out to the ring as well and she grabs Moose and pulls him off of Alex, but gets dropped by Ghosthead from behind. Stank, Davin Moreland and LD Williams join the fray as well and soon it is one giant pier six brawl. Moose and Stank hammer Alex in the corner, but when Eco tries to help, Stank turns to him and blasts him with a headbutt to the face. Davin and Phantos are in another corner trying to chop one another to death, while Fire and Lobo keep Ghosthead and Kai busy on the outside. Aina and LD fight through the crowd. Just when it looks like this is going to incite a riot, GM Selena comes out and orders massive amounts of security to the ring. It is no small effort, but they finally subdue the near riot. GM Selena gets a mic and speaks:

Well good, THIS is what we need more of. Let’s see <she seems to be doing a headcount in the ring> ahh perfect. It seems there is a whole lot of tension in that ring, so this is what we are going to do. At Dance of Death 8, live from Hell, Michigan (cheap pop) the OOWF Campeonas de Trios titles are going to be defended for the first time EVER in a fatal four way match. It is going to be Alexander Darling and the Flying Hawaiians versus the Saints of Sinners and Ghosthead versus Stank, LD Williams and Davin Moreland versus Texpress and Firewoman. Yeah…..I like the sound of that. Lobo, don’t feel bad, I have something else in mind for you. Smile for the camera!

GM Selena leaves and heads to the back, the camera focuses on the thirteen wrestlers in and around the ring who all seem to want to kill one another then fades to black.

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