OOWF MADNESS 8 PPV

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OOWF MADNESS 8 PPV
Live! From Bucksnort, Alabama

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. LD Williams

OOWF Intercontinental Title Fatal Four-Way[/u]
Psykle vs. Matt Folz vs. Stank vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match – 2/3 Falls[/u]
Crowing vs. JP Sparxx

Danny Taylor vs. Chris Evans
Phoenix Rising vs. Texpress
Moosehead Jack vs. Comrade Sharkoff
Ghosthead vs. Mystery Opponent
Mai Muyo vs. El Lobo Sangriento

Card subject to inbreeding

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**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams while he is reeding the lineup for the PPV.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., your match with Moosehead Jack tonight ended in-”

LDW: “Seven-on-two. SEVEN-ON-TWO! And you walked away. You accuse me of betrayal Jack? You accuse me of turning my back? Tell the little voices in your head that you and I aren’t done yet.

But first…Sunday Night. Madness 8. The Crusher Stan Fulton vs. L.D. Williams for the OOWF World Heavyweight Title. How’s it feel to be trapped Stan? The only singles champion left in the New Guard, and now you have to beat me.

‘Cause you really don’t have a choice, do you? For all your talk about how I’m over the hill, past my prime, and no longer relevant, you know that you have to beat me if you want to prove that title you carry is anything more than a cheap toy. You know that if your little friends decide to help you out, if they interfere and get you disqualified, it’s your legacy that’s on the line. Most of all you know that if you can beat me - fairly - with the title on the line, you’re one step closer to that legacy you’re so anxious about.

But Stan, I’m not feeling very generous. If you want to beat me you’re going to have to have the match of your life. Is Sunday night about Davin? Is it about Outback Jack? Partially. I know they’ll enjoy watching me kick your ass. But mostly, Sunday night is about L.D. Williams. We‘ll set the New Guard and old guard aside for a little while, and do this man-to-man. At the end of the night, I’m the one who’s going to beat you Stan, I’m the one who’s going to take your title.

See you Sunday, Champ.”

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LD turns the corner and walks almost straight into Firewoman.

FW: I've been waiting for you in medical.

LDW: Why?

FW: Um...because you always come see me when I'm in there or --

LDW: No, why would I be in medical?

FW: Your match and--

LDW: Yeah, well, I'm fine. Thanks. *LD turns to walk away.*

FW: Hey! What?

LDW: No offense, Fire, and we can meet for coffee or whatever later, but right now, I look at you and see.....

FW: My brother.

LDW: Yeah.

uncomfortable silence

FW: Look....he's--

LDW: Stop.

FW: Okay, but...look, let me handle him, okay?

LDW: No promises.

LD walks away. Fire shakes her head and goes back to whatever she was planning on doing.

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<Moose is sitting on a stack of pallets as the OOWF packs up to head to Bucksnort for the MADNESS 8 PPV. He is holding HDBIII and inspecting the wires. After a few moments he absent-mindedly starts talking>

So, it appears that LD is not happy with me. He thinks I left him there for the wolves. He thinks I turned my back on him.

Did I?

LD, if you watch the tape, I had HDB in my hand and I was heading to the ring…..and despite what some might think, it was NOT to attack you and Stank, but……you said something interesting the other day…. You said, and I quote

Moose, you or He or whoever can claim that I turned my back on you, but the truth is you made a choice. I told you that I wouldn’t - I couldn’t - work with Eco. I said that for years - and you made your choice anyway. What happened from there is on you.

You made yourself very clear. Now let me make myself very clear. I am not going to war with the New Guard. We have made our peace with one another and are both content to let the other exist. You could have had the same arrangement, but you chose to take what they did and make it personal. You want to fight them, you do that. But I won’t – I can’t – go to war with the New Guard. I have said that for months – and you made your choice anyway. What happened from there is on you.

<Moose is silent for a moment, then cocks his head, closes his eyes and appears to be almost in pain. When he speaks again, it is through clenched teeth>

LD I WANTED to help! But He……….He won’t let me. HE is the only one who HASN’T turned his back on me. HE told me to take this title and make it something. HE told me to prove to the OOWF that no one can beat me. HE is the only one who has my best interests at hand anymore. Everyone else is gone.

You and Stank……fighting a war you can’t win. All it will do is shorten your careers.

Lisa……betrayed me and now wants to be something she’s not.

Poe…..Went away

He is the only one left.

LD, if you want to make this personal……you know where to find me. You want this <pats the DDT title> come take it from me. He has already told me, there is only one way for me to lose this title.

Carry me out of the ring and to the grave.

I have no reason not to listen to Him.

Trust me.

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*Moose hops down from the stack a pallets where Stank is standing, waiting for him. Before Moose can react Stank hauls off and PUNCHES Moose in his face! Moose falls to the ground fighting to remain conscious. Stank walks over to Moose, pulls him to his feet, then FLINGS him into the stack of pallets! The force of the blow is hard enough to cause a few of the pallets to fall down on top of Moose. Stank flings these pallets to the side and stares down at his friend, lying on his back, blood flowing from his nose where Stank punched him earlier. Jack starts to grin as he tries to catch his breath.*

Stank - You are a fool.

MHJ - *Huff* *Huff*

Stank - You are a fool if you think The New Guard don't want to see you gone just as much as they do LD and I. You are DAMN fool if you think you and they have reached some sort of peace.

*Stank reaches down and grabs Moose by his ankle. He pulls Moose out of the broken stack of pallets, grabs a fist full of the front of Moose's shirt, and raises the smaller man to eye level. Moose stares into the eyes of Stank with a smirk on his face.*

Stank - Now I'm not talking to Moosehead Jack right now. I want to talk to HIM! Let me see him Jack!

*Moose's amusement starts to turn to rage.*

Stank - There he is... there he is... come out and play.

*Moose grips Stank's wrist and HEADBUTTS Stank, which would have seriously hurt Stank had he not lowered his head in time for Moose's forehead to meet the top of Stank's head. Moose recoils in pain still in the firm grip of Stank. Blood now starts to flow from a nasty gash across Moose's forehead.*

Stank - You don't approve of me. I get that. When Moose is around any of us for any amount of time he hears YOU less. Lisa is already lost to you.

*At the mention of his sister's name Moose roars with rage and KICKS Stank in gut nearly causing Stank to let go of Moose. Instead Stank absorbs the punishment and FLINGS Moose around into another stack of pallets which hold firm. Moose bounces off the wood pallets and falls to the ground on his hands and knees. He blocks a kick to his ribs from Stank, and grabs Stank's foot, upending the big man, causing him to fall to the ground. Moose does not waste anytime trying to catch his breath, he is on Stank like a fiend! He rains down punches to Stank's face, then tries to trap Stank's arm in a submission move... more like break Stank's arm in a submission. Stank rolls over with the move and has his legs under him. He uses the leverage to lift Moose up and SLAM him down to the ground. Moose's rage is such that he barely feels the impact, so Stank does it again! Moose still has Stank's arm trapped. Stank reaches with his free arm and PUNCHES at Moose's body! Moose exhales sharply with each punch, but cinches the hold in tighter with a growl! Stank has had enough. He lifts Moose once more, but instead of slamming him down to the unforgiving floor, he walks Moose over to the broken pile of pallets and SLAMS Moose on top of the sharp, jagged, pieces of wood! Two pieces pierce Moose's flesh, one through his side, another through his right thigh. Moose lies on the broken wood impaled. Stank falls away from Moose, gripping his injured arm, and not immediately aware of Moose's situation. With his back turned Stank hears Moose mumble something under his breath. He turns toward Moose and seeing the damage he caused, his anger turns to concern. He walks over to Moose seeing a look in Moose's eyes he does not expect. In fact the look is so jarring it freezes Stank in his tracks.

Moose looks... ... sorrowful.*

MHJ - help me

Stank - Christ MEDIC! HELP! SOMBODY HELP!

*At Stank's pleas Moose laughs the laugh of the damned! He cackles so hard that he begins to cough up blood. He continues to giggle through clenched teeth as he breaks off the top piece of wood protruding through his side, and slowly turns his body up and off the lower piece beneath him. OOWF Medics arrive on the scene, trying to hold Moose still as they deal with the other piece of wood sticking through Moose's thigh. Moose turns his head at an awkward angle as if listening to something only he can hear.*

MHJ - Nice try Stank... not good enough, though. Not nearly good enough.

Stank - I'm going to take that DDT belt from you Moose. If for no other reason... than to save you from it.

*Stank grabs at his injured arm and begins to slowly walk away as the camera fades.*

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The feed fades into an INC shot of a side room in the Possum Trot County Hospital. We see J-P Sparxx lying in a bed, a bit bandaged up, with Jewel mopping his brow, evident concerned. The door opens and Crowing walks in a little unsteadily and with a noticeable dressing acros his forehead which is already starting to stain red. The OOWF Onslaught title belt is of course across his shoulder...

Jewel: (jumping up and fixing to strike the new arriva) Wha'cho tink yo doin busta, comin in here to brag...

Crowing: (fending off her attempted strike with negligent ease) No. I've come to congratulate J-P.

J-P Sparxx: (Sitting up in bed, wincing as he puts pressure on his neck) Wha'cho git to congratulate me fo, player. You got the gold. Don't that make you shiny?

Crowing: I want to congratulate you on a match well and bravely fought. I'm well aware that it could so easily have gone another way and I could be the one sitting in bed with no title belt to show for my injuries.

Jewel: My man gonna whup yo ass and take back his title at Madness...

Crowing: He has certainly earned the right to try, Jewel and from what the doctors tell me he should be in good condition to do so, just as I will, despite the intense nature of our match this week.

J-P Sparxx: Tha's right sucka, I be all pimped and ready to go on Sunday...

Crowing: Excellent, I wouldn't have it any other way. I wanted to come down here and look you in the eye and tell you this J-P...

J-P Sparxx: Spit it out, boy...

Crowing: (smiles) You earned my respect this week. You showed that you can take me to the wire without help from your jolly pirate gang and I fully appreciate that the next time, you might be the one with your hand raised. I will be honoured to face you at Madness.

J-P Sparxx: (a bit uncertainly)... um, yeah. We'll you'll not be so happy when I take my title back...

Crowing: If it comes cleanly, in the ring through your being the better man on the night, I will lead the applause myself.

Jewel: You some kinda fruit for ma man, honky?

Crowing: (makes the Sideshow Bob Grimace of Prole Annoynace (c)) No. I just want you to think J-P, about how you might win. You are more than capable of beating me, or anyone in this company with nothing but your own talents. However, if you choose to take the low road and have someone like Folz or Mai get involved, then how hollow would you victory be? How much would regaining this title mean if in truth you owed it to someone else? I don't mind losing to you if that's the way the dice fall on the night...

(Crowing stops for a minute, looks thoughtful and then continues...)

OK, actually I would mind that a great deal, but it wouldn't sit so badly with me if I knew you were just faster, smarter, luckier on the night. I think that someone of your talents, with your confidence might see that and realise that anything gained through gang violence, isn't worth much at all...

(J-P and Crowing share a long and tense look, then J-P nods almost imperceptibly, Crowing bows his head in assent and leaves. Jewel looks after him for a second, then turns back to J-P looking a bit confused. J-P smiles and pulls her close and we fade...)

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We come up in the Destroyatorium in front of a Drink and Destroy Banner. Dynamite Danny Taylor stands with his arms crossed, a serious look on his face. Dashing Victor Deniero stands in front of him staring intently at the camera. That's right folks, it's old school promo time.

DVD: Can you feel it Evans? It's begun, and it's growing. You have tried to fight, you've denied it. You claim you have made "statements", you will say your group is growing and it's message is strong. You know that's a lie, the end of the New Guard has started. It began when the man behind me and the Texans took the Trios Championships from you.

Danny smiles at this.

DVD: Then Psykle took the Intercontinental belt from you, now Crowing has removed Onslaught belt from your ranks. The chinks in the New Guard armour have begun to show. How long before the World or Tag titles fall from your grasp? Maybe as soon as this Sunday? Wouldn't that be true Madness.

Vic looks back at Danny and smirks.

DVD: Another thing happening this Sunday, is that the running ends Evans. Danny has been dying for a chance to get his hands on you, but you have hid behind your allies, behind your numbers, behind whatever you could. This Sunday at Maddness 8, you have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Dynamite Danny Taylor gets his one on one shot against you.

Danny slowly cracks his knuckles.

DVD: You can bring whatever weapons you think you will need to this fight "Lionheart" just remember, (Vic points back to Danny) this man IS a weapon. So at Maddness, the Destruction of the New Guard begins.

Danny mouths the word BOOM, and the camera

FADES

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**Stank and Firewoman are talking over coffee at Ric’s**

S: “Don’t worry about L.D., he’ll bounce ba-”

F: “What?”

S: “Apparently he’s feeling better.”

**L.D. Williams walks into Ric’s…carrying a duck. Williams picks up a coffee and a roll at the counter and joins them, setting the duck down on the table.**

LDW: “Folks.”

S: “Billy Dee”

F: “L.D.”

LDW: “I apologize for earlier - heat of the moment and all that.”

F: “No worries. I know Moose can be-”

LDW: “Let’s not go there. Moose is a subject for another day.”

F: “Fair enough.”

**They sip their coffee in silence. The duck quacks occasionally, drawing glances from Stank and Fire. Williams breaks a piece off of the bun and sets it on the table, and the duck eats it, quacking contentedly.**

S: “You’re going to make us ask, aren’t you?”

LDW: “Ask what?”

S: <sighs> “Why is there a duck on the table?”

LDW: “Oh him. He’s helping me train.”

F: “The duck…Is helping you train.”
D: “Quack.”

**Stank looks from Williams to the duck and just shakes his head.**

D: “Quack.”

F: “How-”

S: “Leave it be.”

D: “Quack.”

F: “…No, no I don’t think I can. How is a duck helping you train?”

LDW: “He’s helping me prepare for my match with Fulton.”

S: “Good for him. What else have we got to talk about?”

F: “But-”

S: “Do NOT encourage him.”

LDW: “So, big match with Texpress this week.”

F: “Well if you want to be the best…”

D: “Quack.”

LDW: “Oh, that reminds me, I have those tapes you wanted.”

F: “Great! I’ll swing by your locker room and pick them up.”

D: “Quack.”

LDW: “That’s alright - We’ll drop them off.”

F: “Cool. Thanks!”

D: “Quack.”

**Fire hands a piece of roll to the duck, who quacks contentedly.**

F: “Awww! Does he have a name?”

LDW: “Stanley.”

**Stank, who’s been grumbling to himself, speaks up.**

S: “Wait. The duck’s name is Stanley.”

D: “Quack.”

LDW: “Oddly enough, yes.”

S: “Why the FUCK is the duck named Stanley?”

D: “Quack.”

LDW: “How should I know, you’d have to ask his parents.”

S: “So help me you goofy Canadian bastard I’ll-”

D: “QUACK!”

F: “Meanie.”

S: <sighs> “Fine, I can play straight man. L.D., Why do you have a duck named Stanley?”

LDW: “He actually has a lot in common with the World Champion.”

D: “Quack.”

S: “Such as?”

LDW: “Well the name, obviously. He also likes to talk.”

D: “Quack.”

LDW: “A lot.”

D: “Quack.”

**Stank glares at the Duck who glares back defiantly.**

LDW: And-”

S: “Here it comes.”

LDW: “He’s really good at ducking.”

**Fire giggles, while Stank just shakes his head.**

S: “Really? You went that far for ducking? And he‘s not even ducking you at this point - you have a title shot!”

SD: “Quack!”

LDW: “Exactly. I brought in Stanley, and next thing you know I’ve got a title match.”

F: “Is he taking on clients?”

S: “I hate you both.”

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Firewoman is WALKING~! through the hallway and runs into Stank. It doesn't take her too long, when she sees OOWF medics rush past them, to figure things out.

FW: What the fuck did you do?

S: ME? Woman....

FW: I told LD I would handle him.

S: Was that before or after you had to get stitches?

Firewoman sneers at him, and pushes him to the side (despite the size difference.

S: He's going to be the death of you, you know that, right?

Stank shakes his head and walks down the hall. Firewoman arrives on the scene to see the carnage. There appears to be a look on her face that she's thinking about going back after Stank, and not in a good way, but she seems to take a deep breath and control herself. She pushes the medics away to see Moose, who is merely laughing as he lays there.

FW: Moose...Jackie--

MHJ: Oh look, female Darling...

FW: Whatever, look, just let me help you.

MHJ: *no longer laughing* Get away from me. I don't want any Darlings anywhere near me.

FW: Jackie, it's not....I'm your sister, and just tell HIM to shut up and--

MHJ: My sister died over a year ago...you're nothing to me.

And as he talks, Moose spits blood out of his mouth. Firewoman falls back and the medics move in again. She gets to her feet to let them work, and they finally do get him to cooperate and taken elsewhere for treatment, but Fire merely stays behind, leaning against the wall. She looks down at Moose's blood on her hands, and then starts to walk back to her locker room.

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*Darling Locker Room*

Fire slowly enters the locker room and she notices all eyes turn towards her. Alex nods at Lucky and Quorra and they head out as Alex and Fire stare at one another for what seems like an eternity.

Fire: Just say it already.

Alexander: What do you want me to say?

Fire: I assume you're not happy that I care how he is. That you think...

Alexander: Sit down.

Fire: Huh?

Alexander: I said sit down.

Fire: Don't order...

Alexander: SIT THE FUCK DOWN LISA!

Fire glares for a long, long time before taking a seat on the couch.

Fire: Now what?

Alexander: Just listen to me please...I'm so sick and tired of the drama, Fire. The neverending back-and-forth that really just will never end. We just keep circling the god damn drain and it's never going to stop because none of us...me included, seem to let it stop. I'm trying so hard but I can't do it alone anymore so you have a choice to make.

Fire: What happened to no ultimatums...no telling me what to do?

Alexander: And if that's how you want to think of this, I can't stop you but I hope you don't see it that. Very simply, I just can't keep walking down that dark path and expecting it not to change me and that means I can't keep following you. And yes...before you say anything, I know it's not just me following you as I've done it all on my own many, many times myself. But I just can't anymore. It's not what I want and I hope it's not what you want. So here's you choice.

Alex turns around and looks back and forth between two massive boards he has set up but covered in a white sheet. He walks to the one on the right and takes a deep breath before removing the sheet and it has a collage of pictures; Alex snapping Poe's ankle in Japan, Alex carving Moose, Moose carving Alex, Alex carving Fire, Fire crucifying Tytan's manager, Fire working through her 7 deadly sins, Alex and Moose both near death after Blood Pond.

Alexander: That's the path I can't walk anymore.

He slowly walks to the board on the left and removes the sheet from that one and this one is a lot simpler...it shows three pictures; the OOWF World Tag Team Championship Belts, the Flyin' Hawaiians wearing those belts, and a picture of Moosehead Jack, Chris Cole, LD Williams, Davin Moreland, Ecosystem, and Stank with a big banner that says Grand Slam Champions.

Alexander: That's the path I want to walk. And I want to walk it with you, but if you can't do that...I'll understand, but I will do it without you then.

Fire: Alex, I...I want...

Alexander: I get it. Take your time. We have a match Sunday and you can let me know after that. I'm gonna take the car and drive to see Alexis for a day or two. I'll be back by Saturday and we'll get in a training session. Do what you need to though and we'll figure out the rest whenever.

Alex takes a deep breath as he walks around the couch and places a hand on Fire's shoulder as she stares at the two images on the boards. Alex removes his hand and picks up his bag before walking out of the locker room as we...

*Fade*

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CUT to the New Guard Locker Room, 24-hour Deli and Massage Parlor (no happy endings). Watching the prior promos is OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

"Really? A duck. I ask you OOWF Universe™. Do you really want a champion who carries around a duck so he can make jokes? Do you want a comedian as your champion or someone who's taking this match seriously. Because obviously LD Williams thinks I'm a joke. And thinks this title is a joke. And thinks this upcoming match is a joke.

"Well, "billy dee," this match on Sunday isn't a joke to myself or the New Guard. We're going to keep this World Heavyweight Championship in our stable. And if that means putting you out and making Duck a l'Orange for dinner Sunday night that's what we'll do. Call up Davin and Outback Jack. Have them get a place ready for you.

"You earned your shot this time, LD. That's why you're getting one. But it's going to be your last one. It's going to be your last match. So laugh it up, funny boy. Because it's nothing but tears from this point forward.

"Enjoy the pain. Because it's all that you'll have left after Sunday night."

FADE

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Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams are standing in front of the OOWF banner along with No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline. Johnny now has a cardboard cast on his arm where Firewoman burned him in a promo last week. They are cutting a promo for OOWF MADNESS 8, Live! From Bucksnort, Alabama (cheap pop!), where they are facing The Flyin Hawaiians in an otherwise non-descript OOWF World Tag Team Title Match. Honcho is in the middle of the promo, but because he has no heat—kinda like a jobber with no entrance music—we join his promo already in progress.

HW: And furthermore, I will drag your daddy’s drunken casket around his dog house until you two come out and meet us in a Chinese Soup Bowl Vegetation Sushi Roll on a Pole Match!

AA: Nice try, Honcho.

HW: Thanks. I’ve been working on that all week.

AA: I’ll make sure it sounds good in post-production. (AA winks to the camera.)

HW: Did you just wink to the camera?

AA: Nope. You didn’t see anything. But it’s my turn now. Why don’t you go over there and play with the gofer’s baby.

HW: OK!

AA: Now then, Flyin Hawaiians, you thought it was smart to bring the New Guard in and smack me around like an old washed-up retired has-been?

HW (from off camera): That was pretty funny.

AA: Shut up! You weren’t the one who was pinned and nearly had his entire reputation dismantled. Hawaiians, I work long and hard to not be pinned in the middle of the ring, yet you managed it.

(Honcho has a bewildered look on his face.)

AA: In fact, I had to go back into my personal record books to find the last time I was pinned in the middle of the ring. It was January 25, 2009, at Dance of Death V in Hell, Michigan (cheap pop!). And the man who pinned me was none other than this man, No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline. Of course, I pinned him, too. But we’re passed that.

Honcho Williams comes in with a sheet of paper.

HW: Actually, the last time you were pinned was February 22. Technically, you were passed out.

AA: The booker forced me to do the job. But we’re getting off track. Flyin Hawaiians, this weekend at OOWF MADNESS 8, Live! From Bucksnort, Alabama (cheap pop!), we’re coming for the belts! And better believe we’re going to get them! Because since you beat me two weeks ago in that Honolulu Street Fight, Professional Wrestling Rule #83 says you return the favor at the Pay Per View. So when I tell you to lay down, you better lay the hell down!

HW: Way to stay with kayfabe, AA. By the way, aren’t you going to say anything about Johnny’s arm?

AA: That’s right! Firewoman, don’t think Johnny’s forgotten about what you did earlier this week. You nearly ended his wrestling career! But thankfully, the best doctors in—wait, the best doctors in Possum Trott, Mississippi?? Really? We have to book better towns to wrestle in. Anyway, the best doctors saved his arm and placed him in a Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast. They told me it may take months, even years, for his arm to heal. But as long as he keeps the cast on his arm, everything will be fine. And the doctors say he can wrestle immediately, as long as he keeps the cast on.

HW: I’m glad I’m on your side, AA.

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**SFJ#47 walks into L.D. Williams’ locker room as Williams and Stanley finish watching the World Champion’s promo. Williams looks up as she enters.**

LDW: “Perfect timing. Here, you talk to Stanley and I’ll take the microphone.”

**The exchange is made and Williams stands up.**

LDW: “Not serious enough Stan? Really? Excuse me for trying to inject a little levity while the closest friends I have in this business are at each other’s throats, the man I considered a brother left me to the wolves, and I’m about to step in the ring with a man who helped end the careers of two men that were like family to me.

When the bell rings I’m all business Stan. You of all people should know that. But outside the ring? If I want to do impressions or hire a duck, I‘m going to do exactly that. My sense of humour, such as it is, is what keeps me from ending up like Moose, and you will not to take it away from me.

But you want to end my career, don‘t you champ? Might I suggest you set your sights a little higher? Say your crew decides to get involved and you actually manage to cripple me. Come Wednesday, I will roll my ass to the ring in a wheelchair. I will manage, I will commentate, I will ring the bell - I’ll sit in the front row and throw peanuts at you if I have to. The only way you will ever have an OOWF without L.D. Williams is if you kill me.

See,? Two minutes of being serious and I sound like Moose. Is that what you want Stan? Is that serious enough for you? Here’s an idea - why don’t I go find Moose and have a little chat with HIM? I’ll get my head in the right place, and then you and I can really party! How’s that sound, Champ? Two men walk to the ring. One walks out with the World Heavyweight Title. The other doesn’t walk. Is that FOCUSED enough Stan? DO I SOUND SERIOUS NOW?

There’s a couple of days before the match, Champ. I suggest you spend them learning to take your own advice and enjoy the pain.”

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The scene comes up at an OOWF training ring. We see DVD and Firewoman in the ring, and Vic is not looking so hot. He is backing away from Firewoman desperately trying to block the multitude of punches and chops she is throwing his way. He is barely holding his own, but several blows get through, eventually forcing him into the corner. At this point, Fire throws a quick knee to his gut that stuns him, before nailing a spinning backfist that drops Vic to the mat.

DVD: What the hell? This is supposed to be you training me, not tying to kill me.

Firewoman: You came to me for help, so either man up and take it, or get the hell out.

DVD: Bullshit, this isn't help and you know it. Whomever you are pissed at, it's not me.

Fire pauses for a minute, and it looks like she is ready to tear Vic a new one, then her face softens slightly.

Firewoman: Maybe your right, let's take a break, I need a smoke.

Fire and Vic slide out of the ring, and Firewoman lights one up as Vic grabs an icepack for his slowly swelling face.

DVD: Thought you were trying to quit babe?

Firewoman: Two things, one don't call me babe, and two if I want a smoke, that's none of your business.

DVD holds up his hands in surrender.

DVD: Fair enough.

A short while of uncomfortable silence passes between them.

DVD: Look, you obviously aren't up for this right now, I'll come back later.

Firewoman: Whatever.

Vic starts to leave, then stops.

DVD: Look, me and you, we aren't friends, we probably won't ever be, but I want to tell you a tale, and I hope you will look past what you think of me and actually listen to it.

Firewoman doesn't say anything, but she does maintain eye contact with Vic, so he takes this as a cue to continue.

DVD: There was once a young boy who grew up in what you might say was not the friendliest of environments. An alcoholic father, a mother who was never there for him, always more interested in her male suitors. A boy who never felt like he could ever really find love, joy, hope, respect or happiness. This boy did not have the family that we all long for. As he grew older, this boy learned more and more to fend for himself, to do things his way, and to never let himself be the victim. He became strong and forged his own path in the world. Instead of crying over the family he did not have, he found new friends, and forged them into the family he always wanted. They say you can't choose your family, but i say that's bull. Sometimes you have to leave the past behind in order to find the future you want.

With that Vic turns and begins to leave. Firewoman takes a long drag on her cig and blows the smoke out. Vic is just about to exit the room when she speaks.

Firewoman: So the boy in the story was you?

DVD stops and turns making direct eye contact with her.

DVD: No, my parents rest their souls, where sweet and loving people who gave me a life I could never complain about. The boy in that story was Danny. Being happy is a choice only you can make for yourself, never forget that.

With that Vic leaves as Fire leans back against the ring pondering his words.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans, who has just finished watching Victor Dinero’s promo*

Evans: Wow, touching story there, Dinero. Really hit me hard in the stomach, so bad that I felt the need to vomit over such a pathetic attempt to get some sympathy. Seriously, how retarded are you to say a story like that, and not realize, that’s exactly why I started this movement of mine? Instead of doing nothing but bitching and moaning, I started a movement, and gained my own family. I left my past as an ass-kissing bitchboy behind, and pushed in order to secure the future of myself and the New Guard, to make sure that none of us could ever again be the victims of those in the Old Guard that refused to let us have our time.

But there’s one thing that I’d really like to understand: where, in all of your inane babbling, do you get the slightest idea that I have been running from Danny? What the hell do I have to be afraid of from some pussy who refuses to use weapons or do whatever it takes to get his point across? See, that’s the difference between him and me. I have no problems in getting my mhands dirty, and what has it gotten me? One of the longest Intercontinental title reigns in history, and the leader of the strongest movement in OOWF history. Danny on the other hand, refuses to get his hands dirty, and what has that gotten him? The love of the useless fans, and a mentor who suffered and was forced to retire from wrestling because of Danny’s so-called morals.

And as for hiding, I prefer to think of it as using strength in numbers to prevent me from having to face those that I deem as being beneath me.

And do you honestly think that I really care about titles? I mean sure, they’re great and all, but look at what we’ve done to change this place. Outback Jack: gone. Davin Moreland: gone. Everyone else is either busy with their own problems, or doesn’t really seems to care about what we’re doing. Everyone that is, except for you and the rest of the half-dead stable once known as Drink and Destroy. It’s for the best of all of us, yourself included. Without people like the Old Guard, those like yourself and I could get more shots to prove yourself. So do us a favor, quit your bitching, and just let this change happen, Danny. Otherwise, something very bad could happen to another person that you are very close to.

But who could it be: Dinero, Ashley, Spencer, that lousy mutt of yours, again? Well, keep on pushing me, and you’ll find out for yourself.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Next morning. Firewoman and Lucky appear to be in an office. Firewoman is looking over some papers, and Lucky is PACING~! behind her. Fire looks sleepy.

FW: Please quit pacing.

L: Fire...I want you to think about this.

FW: I have.

L: No you...

Lucky walks around behind her puts a finger under her chin and lifts it up so she's looking at him.

L: Look at me. No you haven't. You're just reacting impulsively. Dr. Freedman says you should make a list of pros and cons and--

FW: I'm not making any damn list. Besides, this isn't my fault.

L: Also known as "projection."

FW: You can psycho babble all you want. You know I'm right. Besides, I think I've shown tremendous restraint.

L: How so?

FW: His belongings aren't in a burning pile in the middle of the arena?

L: Fine, so you're having a tantrum via legal documents.

FW: It's not a tantrum. I believe Dr. Freedman calls it a "narcissistic rage."

L: Fire...look...think long term. Things are actually pretty good, right?

FW: Yeah? Except for the obvious things are just peachy.

L: Then let's see if we can find a less drastic way to handle this.

FW: Subtlety is overrated.

L: Fire, you hired me to make sure someone looked out for your best interests.

FW: I hired you to carry my stuff.

L: And I've always done that....mostly.....I know I screwed up before Trinity, but....Fire...I think this is a bad idea.

FW: Your objections have been duly noted. Seriously, how many times does he get to turn his back on me and I just stand there and take it?

L: But...Fire.... He's going to be really mad.

FW: Then I guess he should have thought of that before he decided to just walk right out of my life.

Fire grabs the pen and angrily signs the documents. Lucky sighs.

L: I hope you know what you're doing.

FW: It's better this way, Lucky. Clean break.

L: What now?

FW: I'll walk these over to file them. You should probably call Alex.

L: Why me?

FW: Because I asked you to.

Firewoman gets up and leaves. Lucky sighs and begins to dial his cell phone and we FAAADE.

L: Fine.

[BookerShark]

Psykle has taken a break from his training and is standing with SFJ13 in front of an OOWF banner for an interview.

SFJ13: Psykle, you can’t be too happy about how things went down at Mayhem. Care to comment?

Psykle: Folz and I were having a solid match, he even kept the New Guard out of it. Ricky has a large amount of rage within him and doesn’t know how to control it. I tried to help him, he didn’t want my help, and now he’s decided to make me a target. You know what? I’m used to it. I’ve been a target all my life. When I was a kid, I was called a freak because of how tall and skinny I was. I was bullied day in and day out. Back in grade school, every day at recess, regardless of what we might be playing, baseball, soccer, GI Joes, it didn’t matter, every day at the start of recess, a certain classmate of mine would come out, and tackle me to the ground, and start pounding away on me until one of my friends pulled him off. The past 10 years, since the time in Japan, I’ve thought I had a target on my back thanks to IQ. Now, I’m the OOWF Intercontinental Champion, and you know what, I do have a target on my back. Sunday, I go in the ring against three other wrestlers for my title, a title that currently Matt Folz has in his possession because he decided to steal it rather than earn it. Look at the card for Sunday, every other champion faces one opponent. I face three. Why? Does someone have it out for me? Is there a big conspiracy to take me down and make sure I’m not a champion for long? No. That’s not why at all. It’s because there are three deserving people for title shots. Let’s look at them all, shall we?

Psykle puts a poster of Matt Folz up on the wall behind him.

Psykle: Matt Folz. Last week I said he was deserving of a title shot. He was robbed of that clean title shot by circumstances beyond his control. He didn’t bring the New Guard into it, and frankly, there probably should have been a DQ in there when Ricky hit me with the chair, but the ref was out of position and apparently didn’t see it, so Matt beat me by countout. He deserves another shot at the title.

Psykle puts a poster of Stank up on the wall next to the poster of Folz.

Psykle: Stank. One year ago at Madness 7, Stank and I faced off in the main event for the World Heavyweight Title. I came up short. Frankly, Stank is one of the best in this organization, and while I don’t recall him ever asking for a shot at the Intercontinental Title, had he, I would have more than willingly given him that shot. He’s a worthy opponent. He deserves a shot at the title.

Psykle puts a poster of Ricky Soaring Eagle on the wall next to the poster of Stank.

Psykle: Ricky Soaring Eagle. We have a bit of a history, the two of us. Sure, I pinned him for the title in the first place in a three way match last month, but when he got a one on one title shot, under Onslaught Rules, he kept his composure, and we went to a time limit draw. He also attacked the hell out of me during my match with Folz at Mayhem, and destroyed the validity of that match. Does he deserve a title shot for doing those things? No. We shouldn’t reward psychopathic behavior. However, Ricky is a very talented individual, when he keeps his composure. We’ve seen him compete and hang strong with a lot of the top competitors in this organization. His problem has always been his rage. One tiny mistake, or one little thing goes the wrong way for him, and he just can’t recover. So while he may not deserve a title shot based on his actions, his potential speaks volumes otherwise. He deserves a shot at the title.

Psykle puts a poster of himself on the wall next to the poster of Ricky Soaring Eagle.

Psykle: Me. Why do I deserve to have the title, let alone a shot at keeping it? It’s a good question. I did spend a long time secluding myself from others, staying away, trying to learn to control my rage. It kept me in a dark place, and kept me from taking the next step. That’s changed, I’m a different man now. I control my rage, it doesn’t control me. When Stank and I faced off last year, rage was all I knew, it was all I was. That’s changed. When I tried to help Ricky Soaring Eagle overcome his rage, I thought he would actually want to and would want someone to help him overcome his rage so he could take the next step like I did. I thought wrong. That’s changed. Last week, when facing off against Folz, I saw the New Guard coming out during every match that another New Guard member had, I was waiting backstage focused on the ring to see if they were coming to make sure that I could be out there to help before it got out of control. I focused on other matches, rather than my own. That’s changed. Lots of things have changed, but other things remain solid and true. I am powerful. I am a talented wrestler. I am the OOWF Intercontinental Champion. Come Sunday, none of those things will change. NONE.

Psykle walks off and we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

~~~ On the set of The OOWF Today, brought to you by The General with your host, Lisa Edelstein, Cheesy talk show music plays, and the crowd appaluds on cue ~~~

LE: Thank you, and welcome to the show. My first guest today has a daunting task in front of him this Sunday at Madness 8, Live! On Pay-per-view he challenges the violent and unpredictable Moosehead Jack. Ladies and gentlemen, Comrade Sharkoff!!

~~~ Moscow Calling plays and Sharkoff comes out, accompanied by Mila Kunis and they sit on the couch across from Edelstein. ~~~

LE: So ... Comrade. You face off with Moosehead Jack in a match that can only end in submission or referee's stoppage. What kind of mindset does it take to compete in such a match?

It take the strong mind of a true son of Mother Russia! I know that such thinking is beyond most soft, lazy Americans, but in Russia, you learn to be a true fighter early in life. I will not be afraid of MooseJack Head. It is he who should be afraid of the wrath of Mother Russia!

LE: SO you're confident you will win?

MK: Of course he will win. weren't you just listening. Sharkoff does not fear Moose. If anything, Moose should fear him.

LE: Why would that be?

MK: This man is tough. He survived a brutal mutilation by the so called World Champion. He's been shuttled to the back of the line time and time again. He's been kicked like a dog and left for dead. And he still keeps coming. As much as Moose rails against the comforts the Darlings were raised with, the Comrade's upbringing makes Moose's childhood resemble the Darlings in comparison.

I tell you this, you dirty Yankee, I will not give up my desire to defeat you. I will become the champion of the DDT Ironman. Then I will go defeat the World Champion. Then I will become greatest double champion of all time! Whoo Hoo!

LE: Did you just channel the Never-Ending Promo?

MK: We have no idea what you are talking about. After he beats Moose, The Comrade will go after every champion in the company. Crowing, Psykle, Fulton, or whomever beats those guys. Sharkoff is a force to be reckoned with. We will bring glory back to the motherland.

LE: Thank you for those comments. You are welcome to stay around as we bring out our next guests after the break.

~~~ Commercial Break ~~~

LE: And we're back. Our next guests are 7-time World Tag Team Champions . At Madness 8, they will face off with Phoenix Rising in a match sure to have title shot implications. Ladies and gentlemen, Zane Myers, Chad Madison, The Texpress!

~~~ "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" Plays and Chad & Zane come to the stage. Zane greets everyone cordially. Chad and Sharkoff have a brief staredown before he turns his attentions to Kunis and Edelstein, pausing with each one to kiss the back of their hand and smile. ~~~

LE: Chad, Zane welcome to the set.

Zane: Our pleasure.

Chad: Definitely our pleasure (smiling at Lisa until she blushes)

LE: Mila and the Comrade here were just discussing his match at Madness. Your match shapes up as a different type of battle

Zane: You're right. There isn't a real issue between us and Alexander or Firewoman. We're simply two teams doing everything we can to get in position for an opportunity at the World Tag Team Championships.

LE: Will your friendship with Firewoman and past affiliation with Darling come in to play?

Chad: Listen toots, it's true Firewoman and I are friends. and yes, we were part of the most dominant stable in OOWF history alongside her and Alexander. But when it comes to between the ropes, we're all about winning. And like alot of things, (Winks at Lisa) Everything's bigger in Texas, including win totals.

LE: Oh really? (giggles)

Zane: We've won more times than any team in the history of this company. We have more wins than anyone else This Season too. So anyone who says we're past our prime, or are no longer a threat, they are in for a nasty surprise.

MK: See, it's easy for you two, you get your chances. Comrade here has to fight tooth and nail for every one of his. What makes you so special?

Chad: Well, you could come to dinner with me tonight and find out

~~~ Chad leans in and begins to talk real quietly with Mila, LE seems put off by this ~~~

Zane: (to LE) I'm sorry about that. He really just can't help himself.

LE: It's alright. he doesn't happen to be Jewish does he?

Chad: I can be any-ish you want darlin'

Zane This is getting out of hand. Comrade, Chad and I both wish you good luck against Moose. We've had our fair share of run-ins with him. He needs someone to take him down a couple notches.

I need NOT your Yankee Luck! I will make him squeal like the capitalist pig he is WITHOUT anyone's help

~~~ Sharkoff gets up and storms off the set, leaving Mila alone with with Chad, which she seems not to mind ~~~

LE: So Mila, I guess you'll be leaving too. Chad and Zane have an interview to finish.

~~~ Mila looks up at Lisa annoyed. ~~~

Mila: Fine.

~~~ And she pouts away, staring daggers at LE the entire time ~~~

LE: Now that it's just us, let's get back to your connections with Phoenix Rising. Chad, you say you and Firewoman are Just friends?

Chad: Of course.

Zane: I don't believe this. I guess I have to do things myself (He gets up and stands in front of the camera)

Fire, Alex, You two are becoming one heck of a team. But if you think we're going to let you walk right past us, you've got another think coming. If you think we're just a stepping stone on your way to getting your joint Grand Slams, You have another think coming. Chad and I have been the heart and soul of the tag team division for a long time now. And frankly, It;s going to take a lot more than one mid-card tag team match to change that. Win or lose on Sunday, we will still be The Measuring Stick.

~~~ He turns away to see Chad sitting and whispering in LE's ear now. He grabs Chad by the collar and drags him away ~~~

LE: Call me!

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in Selena's office.

GMtSa-T: I just...I can't believe you would go this far.

FW: Selena...we've been over this. It's the only way.

GMtSa-T: I know but...this is really playing hardball.

FW: Selena, I'm not happy about it. But I have to think of what's best for me.

GMtSa-T: And this is it?

FW: Yes.

GMtSa-T: Okay...in that case...*Selena also signs the papers.*...Okay, your contract has been changed to reflect that you are not to be booked into any programs or matches with Moosehead Jack, unless they are requested by you. The board really did not like you threatening to go to TNA.

FW: Well, they've been making all sorts of offers, for Alex and me, both.

GMtSa-T: And you would go that far?

FW: Yep. And Alex would go with me.

GMtSa-T: You know he'll say you're ducking him.

StanleytheDuck: QUACK!

FW: He'll say lots of things. He'll say I'm ducking, he'll say I'm a coward, he'll say I am "not a real Quinn." It no longer matters to me what he says.

GMtSa-T: I just can't believe you'd turn your back on Uncle Moose when he's ... not himself.

FW: He's not. Listen, Selena...I would do anything...ANYTHING...for my brother. Hell, I'd probably give my life for him. But I have to face facts. He doesn't want my help, or anyone else's, and if I keep beating my head against that wall....well, it won't save him, and I'll just lose other things that matter in the process so....

GMtSa-T: Like "the boy?"

FW: Cute. No...I mean...yeah, that....but I meant what I've gained through all the work I've done to change the past year. I've worked too hard to go down that road again...at least right now.

GMtSa-T: So...you do this...and you're all better?

FW: It's not like that. I'll never get better or get "well" in the conventional sense. It's been too long, and there's too much ... All I can do is just manage it. And I can't do that if I'm constantly being pulled away.

GMtSa-T: I understand. And the board does too, which is why they conceded.

FW: That and I'm still hella-popular.

GMtSa-T: Okay. *sigh* I guess good luck? He's going to be--

FW: I know what he's going to be. He can do what he wants about that. Although if he thinks I won't defend myself, or my family....

GMtSa-T: Gotcha.

Fire's phone goes off, to the tune of "Princes of the Universe." Fire breaks into a genuine smile.

FW: Okay..gotta go...training for tomorrow's match, and Alex is back.

GMtSa-T: Okay. Good luck, Fire.

FW: Thanks.

Firewoman walks out the door, and cautiously looks both ways. She turns the corner and runs smack dab into Chad Madison's chest.

FW: DAMMIT! You scared me!

CM: I did? That doesn't seem likely...so...'bout them mysterious little papers you were signin', little lady.

FW: Go get caught up on OOWF-TV before you continue that line of thought, Cowboy.

CM: Um, okay....so..our match and bet...you in?

FW: Ten thou, right?

CM: Yep.

They shake hands then terrist-fist-bump

FW: See you in the ring.

They both continue the way they were going.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in a seedy bar somewhere in Alabama. They are playing OOWFtv and we see Fire's promo. SFJ13 walks up to Moose and sticks a mic in his face>

SFJ13: Your thoughts?

<Moose doesn't look at her, he finishes his drink, waves the bartender for another, then speaks>

MHJ: It makes no difference. Lisa Darling doesn't fucking matter to me right now. See that broken bar stool over there? That makes matters more to me right now than Lisa Darling. So you can take your little no compete clause, and your prima donna attitude, and you can shove them both up your ass.

<Moose takes a long drink, then smirks>

MHJ: They're goddamn lucky I am not running the place, I would have called their bluff and wished them both the best in TNA. Alex can have fun jobbing to Garrett Bischoff, and Fire can enjoy the 12 seconds of air time she gets each week while she loses to EY and ODB

<Moose starts laughing, but then stops and slowly lowers his head. He grabs his temples and appears to almost be in pain. When he finally does speak, the tone is much more ominous>

MHJ: Lisa Darling, right now you don't fucking matter to me. But there will come a time when He orders me to hunt you down and hurt you, hurt you really bad. And no contract, no clause, no army of head doctors, none of your supposed friends will save you. He does not like to be ignored, and you are ignoring him Lisa. The thing of it is......I don't care how badass you think you are. I don't care how sneaky and underhanded you think you are. I don't care how much you think you can see the big picture and what people are going to do. The fact is, WHEN it comes.......you will never see it coming. Lisa Darling, you have pissed Him off, and for that, you WILL pay.

Trust me

<Moose throws money on the bar, grabs a bottle from a man sitting next to him, punches the man in the face and storms out of the bar into the night>

[BookerShark]

CUT to a monitor showing the latest LD Willaims promo. Watching said promo is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

"Really, LD? I have to promo to make you serious about this match? You think I'm just a pushover now? You seem to think that you're going to walk into that ring, have the bell sound and be awarded the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship."

"You have to get past me, LD. And you have to get past the New Guard. For you see, I could care less what you think of how I walk out of tomorrow night the World Champion. I might decide to take a chair shot to the referee's head. Or a chair shot to your knee. Then slide your leg in between the chair and go up on that second rope and drop nearly 400 pounds down on that leg.

"For you see, I'm not trying to get rid of you, LD. I'm trying to win the match. You want to manage? Go ahead. You want to commentate? Be my guest. Russ is starting to annoy me.

"Big Kevin Nash and I have been talking again. Show me the money. That's all there is for us. Make the big paycheck. It's what it's ALWAYS been with me. So this isn't another changing my tune attempt.

"The Big Paycheck. Which with the World Championship makes it much easier. So that means, LD, you have to walk out without it. If you win, you're going to win by countout or disqualification.

"LD you're waffling back and forth like a politician. First you're a comedian; then you're all Moose-like. And like a politician, no one wants you around anymore.

"And that's all that really matters, isn't it?"

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in the back taping up his fists, a blank look on his face. Moose closes his eyes and slowly grabs the side of his head>

MHJ: I HEARD you

<Moose looks up at the camera>

MHJ: Sharkoff, you want this to be a cage match? That is fine with me. I honestly don't care what you bring to the match, a cage, barbed wire, you can bring the entire fucking Russian Army. It's not going to matter. I am not going to get into an ideological debate with you. I don't care how you were raised. I don't care what you had as a child. This <patting the DDT title> is what I have right now, this is ALL I have right now, and He demands that I keep it. I am not going to let Him down like so many have let Me down. Sharkoff, I am going to tell you this simply so you are sure to understand. I am coming to that ring, I am going to beat you until you cannot continue, and then I am going to walk to the back. That is what He demands, that is how it is going to be.

<Moose looks down at his fists, once again he cocks his head and appears to be listening to someone, he looks up and has a totally different look in his eyes>

And Stank.......you want to save me? You want to go down the same road that Concrete TG and Ravenna Blue went down? Where are they now? Mai wanted to save me, and we see where she is now. You can't save those who do not wish to be saved Stank.

<Moose softens slightly>

I never thought you would become one of Them Stank. Not you. Let me just remind you of this......when you needed help trying to destroy Drink & Destroy, who did you turn to? You turned to me, and why? Because you knew there was nothing I wouldn't do to get the job done. You knew He would push me to the very limit and beyond. And you were fine with that. You ENCOURAGED that. You wanted me to break Jack's neck to end Drink & Destroy.

So what's the problem Stank? Are you upset that the New Guard got the job done where you couldn't? Are you upset that I am not doing your bidding against the New Guard? Being a hypocrite does not suit you Stank. I am the same Moosehead Jack now that I was when you needed me. I am not the one who has changed. You want this title from me? You want to take it from me to "save" me? Stank.......stop being a fool. You have the same demons I do. Drop this pretentious bullshit and your righteous crusade against the New Guard. There are three of us, three of us that could work together. Three of us that would make the OOWF tremble like it has never before. You know who we are. Get your head on straight and think about it. You came to the right choice once before, you can do it again.........

trust me

[BookerShark]

*Backstage Old School Interview Area*

We see static and snow at first before the camera focus and we see the DEA jerseys of Alexander #2 and Firewoman #3 with their backs to the camera. Quorra is standing in between the them as they slowly start to turn and we see variant jersey's as they have a giant flaming phoenix rising from the ashes as the crest. In both of Alex and Fire's hands reside a wooden yardstick. Quorra holds up two microphones...

Alexander: We've been allies.

Firewoman: We've been teammates.

Alexander: We've been opponents.

Firewoman: We've been friends.

Alexander: But the one thing we've never truly been have been enemies.

Firewoman: We can keep it that way and just go about our business, but you're standing in our way now.

Alexander: You two talk about respecting our abilities. Respecting our accomplishments individually, but it doesn't truly seem to matter to you.

Firewoman: You expect to beat us. I can see it in both of your eyes and while I admire the confidence, you're wrong.

Alexander: This isn't about the New Guard. It's not about Drink & Destroy or the Brass Knuckle Kings or the Midnight Sons or the Chickenshit Heels and every team other team you've outlasted.

Firewoman: It's about Phoenix Rising and Texpress. Four of the very best to step foot into a wrestling ring with the same exact goal.

Alexander: To become the next OOWF World Tag Team Champions.

Firewoman: Personal dramas and feelings don't matter.

Alexander: Our histories don't matter.

Firewoman: It's about the here and now.

Alexander: It's about a new team rising to glory and taking what they deserve.

Firewoman: So let's take these measuring sticks...

Alexander: And remember one very important fact about sticks...

Alexander & Firewoman: They break.

Fire and Alex snap the yardsticks in their hand...

Alexander: Booyah, bitches!

Firewoman: I hope that sparkles for you boys...


*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Matt Folz and Mai Muyo are walking down the hallway together, Folz carrying his stolen OOWF Intercontinental Title.

Mai: ...Psykle is right, it was inappropriate for you to take that from him.

Folz: I don't see why me wearing it a few days early is such a problem, when I'm clearly going to take it back tonight.

Mai: You're that confident.

Folz: I know what I have to do. How about you and Lobo? Big man. Do you know what you have to do?

Mai: I know what I have to do, what I want to do, and what I ought to do. And now I have a decision.

Folz: So you do.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Ghosthead - In my career I have fought many masked men... all have suffered defeat by my hand, up to and including... The Bloody Wolf.

Now another mask shows that he has a deathwish. Another mask seeks to incur my wrath... my fury. Now another mask Shall suffer at the hands of the Ghosthead Killer, The Death knell.

If indeed this "Mystery Opponent" is the mask who has been begging for my attention. You will find you have found more than just that.

You have found your ruin.