OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (03/28) Live! From the Cheroke

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From the Cherokee Fairgrounds, Cherokee, NC

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Crowing vs. Mai Muyo

Non-Title Match[/u]
Flyin Hawaiians vs. Phoenix Rising

#1 Contender Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Psykle

JP Sparxx vs. Danny Taylor
Chris Evans vs. El Lobo Sangriento
Texpress vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams
Moosehead Jack & Ghosthead vs. Stank & Rabbit Mask


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In the Darling Luxury Suites, an SFJ has bravely ventured in...

FW: Did you SEE that!? Did you fucking SEE THAT?!

AD: I did, Fire...I was there, remember?

FW: Enough's enough...get out of my way.

AD: Have you forgotten EVERYTHING we talked about the last few days?

FW: Fine...You. Micstand...Come here.

SFJ does so...reluctantly.

FW: Kai. Aina. You're next. I want the gold you're wearing around you waist, and I'm going to get it even if I have to pull it through your bodies, slicing you in half.

AD: Fire.

FW: I know they're friends of yours, but what about your other friends? Davin? He's fucking FAMILY to us both, and they ended his career. They almost did the same to Danny, and I know you're not close to him, Outback Jack, OR to LD, but LD has been there for me time and time again, and really, he's been there for you too.

AD: I know...

FW: So, it's time. Danny and Lobo are standing up to these fucks, and we're joining them. Kai and Aina, you can be first, and once we're done blasting through you, I'm heading straight for Fulton, Evans, whoever is allegedly in charge, that is, if someone else hasn't gotten to you first. Because enough is enough, and it will totally sparkle with me to end YOUR careers too.

AD: Okay, look, we have new lamps to trash, so--

SFJ: But, I have questions?

AD: Fine...what.

SFJ: Well, first they wanted me to get your thoughts on finally beating Texpress.

AD: That was a hard fought match, and I'm proud of myself, and my partner in and out of the ring, here. We worked hard and beat the most talented tag team in the OOWF.

FW: Second most talented.

AD: *chuckles* Right.

FW: And Chad, I'll be waiting for your check.

AD: What check?

FW: That it, chickadee?

SFJ: No, I have one more...for Firewoman.

AD: Seriously?

FW: I am the one writing the promo....

AD: Fine...

Alexander leans against the table, arms folded.

SFJ: So, your brother had some harsh words for your decision, and said he'd hurt you, you'd never see it coming. Your comments?

FW: ...

AD: ...

FW: Have you read your e-mail?

SFJ: No.

FW: Then you'll have missed the one that instructs all SFJs that, due to my new contract, you are forbidden from asking me anything about my brother.

SFJ: Oh...s-s-sorry...I'll just go.

FW: Wait.

AD: Fire...

FW: No, I'll answer this one, and then we're done. I saw what my brother said. I know we have our issues right now, and that's putting it mildly. He can make whatever threats he wants, he knows the truth. And so do I. He'd never really hurt me.

AD: Uh--

FW: Sure, we've had our differences, and sometimes we've worked them out physically. But really hurt me? Really? No. He saved me from the beatings of our father several times. He saved me from bleeding to death in a cage in Japan. No, when push comes to shove.....

Fire appears to be a bit choked up.

FW: Okay, that's it. That's the last I'm talking about this issue, got it?

SFJ: Yes ma'am.

The SFJ leaves.

FW: Sorry.

AD: It's okay. Shower?

FW: No...I'm going to go check on LD.

AD: Okay...I'm coming too.

FW: Why?

AD: If you run into Kai and Aina, or anyone from the New Guard--

FW: I don't need you to protect me from them.

AD: Maybe I wouldn't mind a piece of them myself. Because you're right. Enough is enough. We had to take sides eventually when Team Bennett beat the crap out of you in Korea. I'd rather not wait until I'm handcuffed to the ring watching that again.

FW: Oh....*she puts a hand on his shoulder*...well, I won't let anything like that happen to me again. Or make you go through that again. Trust me.

Firewoman leaves, not realizing exactly what she said there. Alex follows, after deciding not to make an issue of it.

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<Moose is walking through the back, dried blood still caked on his face, he appears to be in somewhat of a daze, and is breathing hard wheezing each time. He nearly walks into an INC, then stops and looks at the camera>

Stank I just want to know one thing. Next week, when you get me in the ring......are you going to listen to Them? They want my blood. They want you to end me. He hates Them as much as I do. Tell me Stank......what are you going to do? Are you going to give in?

<Moose is wheezing badly and starts to stagger a bit, he coughs and a little bit of blood runs out of his mouth>

No mind games Stank.......you want to save me from Him, will you really do it? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!!! HE WANTS ANSWERS!!!! HE WANTS.......

<before he can finish, Moose begins coughing violently and blood runs from his mouth. Moose staggers back against a stack of crates and then slumps to the floor. Moments later OOWF officials rush to him and call for medics as we fade to black>

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Evans is walking around the back, gloating about how the New Guard took out some more Old Guard trash to anyone who will listen(glossing over the fact that they lost the World title). As he is doing this Dashing Victor Deniro walks into the scene. He does a mocking golf clap.

DVD: Congratulations, you guys once again show that you can't get the job done, then have to resort to cheap tactics to keep yourselves relevant.

Evans: I don't see your silent moron around to protect you Vic, sure you want to be running your mouth?

DVD: I don't need Danny to protect me from a wannabe like you.

Evans: Ohhh tough guy. Had a couple of lessons from Fire, and now you think you can take me?

DVD: If i had a couple of lessons from Chuckles I could take you.

Evans looks pissed at this

Evans: Fine, I warned Danny one of his friends would pay. Let's do this.

Evans comes at Vic and grabs him ready to start beating him down. to Evans surprise, Vic is able to get loose and lands a solid shot to his kidneys. Evans is not so much hurt, as shocked that Vic is fighting back. Evans starts laying into Vic, who constantly back peddles to avoid the worst of it. Evans keeps pressing the attack, eventually landing a kick that launches Vic back and into a side storage room. Evans follows him and stands above him.

Evans: You really thought you could beat me?

DVD: (smiling through his bloody lips) Beat you, dumb ass, I'm what you call a distraction.

At this point, Evans realises he has entered a room with only one exit, and he hears the sound of that door shutting and locking. Evans spins around and sees a very pissed off Danny Taylor standing there. Vic speaks from behind Evans.

DVD: No where to run, no friends to back you up. I warned you that Danny would get a fair one on one with you tonight, never said it would be in the ring.

With that Danny charges into Evans and the two begin brawling. The camera cuts to a monitor down the halls, where the new guard see this happen and take off for their teammate. Sparxx and Mai being the quickest, take the lead. They are followed by Fulton and Folz, with the Hawaiians pulling up the rear. The first four round a turn, but before the Hawaiians can, they find their shoulders grabbed, and they are spun around. Kai and Aina eat Sterno superkicks from Alexander Darling and Firewoman.

Firewoman: You shouldn't have attacked my friend.

Alex: It didn't have to be this way, you brought it on yourselves.

Phoenix Rising begins brawling with The Flying Hawaiians, as the camera shifts to focus on JP and Mai. Crowing drops seemingly from the rafters to land in front of the two of them, and pulls a trick from Mai's bag lighting a flash paper fireball up in front of them. This distracts them long enough for El Lobo to rush in from behind Crowing, snatch up Sparxx and slam him into the wall with a howl. Crowing grabs Mai and starts pulling her down the hall apparently trying to reason with her.

Folz and Fulton pause, seeing attacks coming from both angles, and not sure which set of allies to go help. A side door opens, and Psykle walks out to face Folz.

Psykle: Whether it is winning titles or putting wrestlers on the shelf, the New Guard has always relied on their numbers as their chief advantage.

At this point the door on the opposite side of the hallway opens, and a bloody, yet smiling LD Williams steps out.

LD: Looks like the odds are even now.

With that LD and Psykle both start engaging in combat with their respect foes. At this point chaos is running rampant, and OOWF medical, staff, and security are rushing around trying to stop/contain it as much as possible.

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<we follow an INC down the hall of the Bucksnort Hospital and come to a room with the door partly cracked. Moose is sitting on the bed without his shirt still breathing hard and occasionally spitting up blood>

You were right the fuck there, you HEARD what it is. Bruised sternum. The fucking doc said I was lucky Sharkoff didn't crack my sternum or break ribs and puncture a lung.........


.......no, FUCK YOU.....look, let me just do it my way........NO that is not going to........I HEARD you............Stank is Stank, I told him no mind games or backstage bullshit.........yeah well, I'm NOT...........no, fuck YOU..........look, we do this my way, or not at all.......no, not like her, I am not fucking stupid........

<there is a long silence, finally Moose sighs>

You're right. Yes. Yeah, we will do that. Wait to see what his game is, and then we go from there. Fine.......yes FINE. I FUCKING HEARD YOU........Sharkoff? I don't know, nor do I care........I hope he lost his fucking eye........yes I would do it again in a fucking second, and more........I should have dumped him on his head a few more fucking times, I know.........BECAUSE I COULD HARDLY BREATHE ASSHOLE..........fine, yes........YES..........trust me.......yeah

<the INC leans against the door a little too hard and it creaks open. Moose turns and glares at the INC, and we see there was no one else in the room. Moose grabs his shirt and storms toward the INC and we fade to black>

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We cut to the arena and the ring is all set up for As the Crow Flies and “the Crowing” by Coheed & Cambria hits the speakers as the still relatively new OOWF Onslaught champion, Crowing makes his entrance to a rapturous reception from the Cherokee crowd.

He milks the adulation (which despite his semi-veteran status is still a relatively novel feeling given the heelish nature of most of his run as Firechild) posing with the belt onstage, slapping hands on his way down to the ring, even doing a circuit of the ring slapping hands, posing for photos and even goes over to shake Russ & Nash’s hands at the commentary position. Not wanting to take it too far, he slides into the ring, hits the corners and picks up the microphone waiting on his stool.

Crowing: Thank you. This has to be the first time I’ve ever come out for a promo as a champion and a fan favourite at the same time. It’s a nice feeling and I’d like to thank each and every OOWF fan for making the past few days some of the most memorable of my career.

Like crowds everywhere, this one likes to feel part of the show so they roar their approval of themselves…

Crowing: I’d also like to thank my opponent, the previous owner of this title belt pats the Onslaught belt slung over his lefty shoulder, the inimitable J-P Sparxx for pushing me to the very limit two matches in a row and for fighting me, one on one, like a man. J-P, when you see this, be assured, I consider it to have been an honour to have competed against you in two such awesome matches.

The crowd aren’t quite sure how to handle this magnanimity, but they know that mentioning an opponent during an in ring promo usually leads to them interrupting so attention is naturally diverted to the stage… nothing happens.

Crowing: Usually about now, we’d be expecting the New Guard to come out and try their oh so familiar hood-team beat down. However, I think they are a little out of position… boys it in the truck, if you please…

The screen behind Crowing and the big screen cut to footage from an INC shadowing the New Guard as they linger in woodland. Chris Evans is detailing his plan to the assembled Fulton, Folz & Sparxx…

Chris Evans: … so on three, we jump out while they’re having their little kegger and finish Drink & Destroy, put the Old Guard out to graze for good…

Matt Folz: You’re sure this intel is good? I mean, they’re really having a little woodland retreat between a PPV and a Mayhem card?

Chris Evans: Just because your girlfriend won you a title doesn’t means you’re the leader Matt. It stands to reason that they’d want to celebrate LD winning the title (Fulton’s face is like stone at this point…) and mark that as some measure of recompense for us ending Davin & Jack’s careers.

Folz fumes at this, but shrugs accepting the reasoning.

Chris Evans: So if no-one has anything to add, let’s do this on 1…. 2….. 3….

The New Guard dive through the undergrowth, spoiling for a brawl with Fulton kicking over a handily positioned barbecue sending sparks and half cooked meat products flying every which way. Then they stop dead…

About a hundred kids, ranging in age from toddlers to twelve year olds are in the clearing, some playing jump rope, some waiting in line with little paper plates, some seemed to be midway through a sing-song, led by a nun with a nylon-stringed acoustic guitar. Several nuns are looking after the group and the New Guard looked shocked as the INC’s view focuses on a brightly coloured sign bearing the sign…

St. Magdalene’s Orphanage Pre-Easter Jamboree

The New Guard look at each other in shock. Evans recovers his composure first and walks up to the head Nun to straighten things out…

Stan Fulton: I can’t believe I work in this shithole…

Matt Folz looks around and notices the INC, the feed cuts out…

Crowing: The moral of the story, is that you shouldn’t believe everything that you get sent on Facebook. That sender could be ANYONE. In any case, I’d like to introduce my guest for the evening as I believe she is done with prayer group now. Ladies and gentleman, my guest tonight and opponent on Wednesday, the beautiful and talented, Mai Muyo!

Mai’s music plays and she comes to the ring looking a bit more sullen than usual, still rocking her darker heel make-up.

Mai Muyo: That was a rotten trick to play. It’s beneath you.

Crowing: Good afternoon Mai, you’re looking lovely today.

Mai Muyo: Don’t try and charm me Chris, it didn’t work before and it won’t work now. Don’t try and devalue what I’m trying to do with your irreverent mockery…

Crowing: (more to the crowd than Mai) Well, seeing as Miss Muyo is in such a serious mood, probably as a by-product of her po-faced devotion to a restrictive, unnatural and exploitative doctrine, I suppose we’d better make this all business.

Crowing turns to face Mai, slides the Onslaught title belt off his shoulder and holds it out, nodding for Mai to take the belt. Mai looks uncertain, then cradles the belt in her arms, looking at it with an unreadable expression on her face.

Crowing: Do you like the feel of that Mai, the weight, the history, the fact that it symbolises the holder as being one of the very best pure wrestlers in the world?

Mai Muyo: Yes, I do. I dislike your arrogance, your determination to oppose me…

Crowing: I’m not arrogant Mai, I know for a fact that I’m good, but I also know that almost everyone here in the OOWF is a good wrestler. Winning and holding the Onslaught belt signifies that you can wrestle to a world class technical standard, that you do not need to resort to cheap tricks but also that you have the heart and determination to overcome another, similarly qualified champion…

Mai Muyo: You keep bringing this back to heart, as if the ability to feel excuse the damage done in the pursuit of glory and power…

Crowing: Power? I’m not the one telling other people what to do. I’m not the one who tries to take a moral high ground based on a poorly translated, politically edited book over two thousand years old and then joins hands with some of the biggest sinners in the company…

Mai Muyo: I find you lack of faith disturbing…

Crowing: Do you? I find your willingness to manipulate a discredited external moral code to suit your own need to differentiate yourself from Junichiro disturbing.

Mai Muyo: Chris, don’t…

Crowing: What Mai? Don’t say that your decision to trim sails, to throw decency out of the window in favour of a supposedly higher calling which actually boils down to your own, selfish aesthetic desire is reminiscent of nothing as much as Ecosystem at his very darkest?

Mai Muyo: You go too far…

Crowing: That’s practically my gimmick…

Mai Muyo: …and as ever, your reach exceeds your grasp. You’ve returned to this place to find a role as a supposed good guy and you love it, you cannot conceive of the possibility that your need for glory, to secure a legacy that eluded you in a prior incarnation is symptomatic of a greater darkness in the OOWF, in the whole of wrestling, indeed the world which ruins lives… my brother being one of the greatest examples.

As the intensity of the spoken confrontation has increased, Crowing and Mai have gotten closer and closer, virtually spitting in each other’s faces… Crowing realises this and steps back. He puts his hand out for belt and Mai hands it over, a wry smile on her face…

Crowing: I don’t want to debate this with you Mai. Debating with a fanatic just leads to frustration and hatred and I don’t want to feel that way about someone I once regarded as… a friend.

Mai Muyo: Is that because you know you can’t win?

Crowing: No Mai, it’s because I fear where I’d have to go to do so.

Mai Muyo: You are right to fear, but will you feel the same in the ring on Wednesday?

Crowing hesitates, suddenly realising his own argument has been successfully twisted against him…

Crowing:…yes.

Mai Muyo: Then perhaps you are learning. Good luck on Wednesday, Chris…

Mai holds out her hand and Crowing takes it and they shake.

Crowing: That was all I wanted to say to you tonight. Good luck at Mayhem, Mai. Forgive me if I don’t hold back…

Mai Muyo: I forgive you…

Mai turns on her heel and leaves the ring. Crowing looks at his title belt then turns to address the crowd just as the Kai & Aina appear out of the crowd and slide under the ropes. Crowing looks almost resigned as he is grabbed, beaten down and eventually nailed with a double chokeslam by the Flyin Hawaiians. Mai slides back into the ring and picks up the Onslaught title and poses with the belt before dropping it on Crowing’s prone form. The Kai kicks Crowing in the head, opening up the scar from his wars with J-P as they leave the ring.

The segment ends with Crowing getting unsteadily to his feet in the ring and … smiling.

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*Fade in to the OOWF Gym, where we find El Lobo Sangriento SPARRING~! with Criss Nevins as an SFJ approaches…

SFJ: Can I get a word, Lobo?

*A distracted Lobo lets his guard down, allowing Nevins to hit a Jericho Special~! Instead of tapping, however, Lobo merely stands up, grabs Nevins by the throat, and delivers a choke slam. Nevins is out cold, so Lobo turns back to the SFJ…

ELS: Sorry. You were saying?

SFJ: I was just wondering if I could get a few words.

ELS: Sure. Why not? It’s been a while since I did an SFJ-style promo.

SFJ: Great. Thanks. First off, you beat the newest member of the New Guard at Madness. Can you tell me what that means to you?

ELS: It means one less win for the New Guard. It means one more win for Lobo. It means that I continue to climb the ladder while the New Guard falls. It means I’ve taken another step toward my goal.

SFJ: Your goal to become world champion?

ELS: That’s the one.

SFJ: And how do you feel about chasing that goal now that it’s no longer in the possession of the New Guard’s Stan Fulton, but rather with your countryman and erstwhile tag partner LD Williams?

ELS: I’d rather have taken the belt off of Crusher myself, but I’ll be glad to take it off of LD. I congratulate him on his big win, but he knows what that title means. He knows he has a target on his back now. He knows I’m coming for his belt.

SFJ: And what about your upcoming match with Chris Evans?

ELS: I always look forward to facing Evans. It’s just so much fun handing him his ass. I just hope he’s not too distracted by the New Guard losing titles to bring his A-game. It’d be a shame if I had to hold back out of pity.

SFJ: One more question: Earlier this month, you debuted new intro music, but you went to the ring to your old music at Madness. Any reason for that?

ELS: It was an oversight by the technical crew. I’m sure there won’t be a problem going forward. If you’ll recall, I also debuted a new t-shirt in that promo.

*Lobo holds up the new “one Wolfpack nation” shirt…

ELS: Available now wherever OOWF merchandise is sold. Now, are we done here? It looks like my sparring partner is coming to.

SFJ: Yeah, that’s all I’ve got. Thanks for your time, Lobo.

*Lobo gets back into the ring and helps Criss Nevins to his feet before delivering a perfect standing dropkick and quickly locking him into a Boston crab. Nevins is screaming in agony as we *FADE*

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The Flyin' Hawai'ians are coming from the attack on Crowing and have been joined by Noelani. A SFJ (let's call her Julie), approaches them.

SFJJ: Kai, Aina, you always spoke about respect, integrity, and loyalty. But now you're common no good thugs...

Noe: Listen, you Carolina trailer trash sl...

Aina: No no. Lani, I got this. She's kinda right. We have changed. Crowing just found out the hard way. And would you like to know why? The game has changed. And if our brother...you notice I said "brother" and not "bruddah", that's reserved for this guy right here, but anyway, our brother, J-P Sparxx were here he'd say "Don't hate the playa, hate the game"

Kai: Followed by son, or knowwhatI'msayin'?

Aina: We used to and always will preach Ohana. Family. There are select people in this world and in this business we consider Ohana. Now, the New Guard are among those people. We will go through hellfire and brimstone for those guys.

Noe: And girls.

Aina: So cross us and feel the wrath of the Hawai'ian Nation, and now the New Guard, and most importantly, the two baddest men on the gods' green earth. Tell 'em bruddah.

Kai: WELLLLL!!

Kai clears his throat.

Kai: Sorry, wrong impersonation.

Kai rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and then raises the eyebrow.

Kai: The People ask the Kai and his bruddah, "Why Kai? Why?" Well the Kai will tell all you monkey brained jabronis why. It's because the Kai and his bruddah want to. The Kai did the nice thing. The Kai did the "face" thing. The Kai did the smiling and kissing babies thing. It got the Kai gold but it got the Kai no god damned respect. Now, the People are noticing what the Kai and his bruddah are all about. Now we have the People's full attention. The Kai and his bruddah will beat your monkey poo flinging candy asses UP AND DOWN LEFT AND RIGHT, until the cows you call your big fat wives come home!

Kai cracks his neck again.

SFJJ: Speaking of wives, your former partner Alexander Darling's wife...

Kai: Quiet pie slice, the Kai is talking. Firewoman. Lisa Quinn. Lisa Darling, whichever name you wanna go by. You've been throwing around the word Ohana lately. You've been saying the Kai and his bruddah don't respect Ohana, especially yours. Wow. That's...

Kai cracks his neck for a third time.

Aina: Firewoman, you've clearly forgotten the lessons we taught you in Japan. You were Ohana. But an enemy is an enemy. And you stay out of things that don't concern you. Davin Moreland was not Ohana. He was someone that couldn't keep his mouth shut. He was the enemy of our Ohana. Now, yes, he was your Ohana, which is why we left him be for a long time. Out of respect for you.

Kai: You see the Kai is confused. Firewoman, your definition of Ohana confuses the Kai. Your faddah...well you tried to kill him. Your bruddah...well you two don't speak. Your husband ya treat like trash off the bottom of your cute little foot.

Noe: Cute little foot?

Kai: The Kai likes Firewoman's feet, get over it.

Aina: Oh yeah, you told me about that night in Yamagata, where she did that thi...

Kai: No stories! Firewoman! Your Ohana is seriously screwed up. You'll have to forgive the Kai and his bruddah for not knowing who in your messed up Ohana you gave an iota of a damn about! And now you talk about going through the New Guard and starting with us, well listen up sister, we KNOW that you like to go through men. We've been there, got the t-shirt, and were damn lucky we don't have the crabs and burning urine to show for it. But you're making one serious mistake that everyone around here makes...

Aina: You're making plans after us.

Aina shakes his head.

Kai: The Kai is no one's stepping stone. The Kai is no one's bitch! The Kai will end your monkeyquest with you flat on your back just like old times! Screaming and moaning, but in pain! Then and only then will you learn what so many others have. What happens. When you cross. The Hawai'ian Nation.

Aina: Your Ohana protection. Is over. Alex. Wrong place. Wrong time. Same result.

Kai and Aina step back and Noelani worms her way into the shot between them.

Noe: Phoenix Rising? More like the ashes you came from. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Aloha.

Noelani gets close to the camera with a wicked grin and a wink.

Noe: ...and Namaste.

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**L.D. Williams, head bandaged, is standing with SFJ#47 .**

LDW: “Washed up. Over the hill. No longer relevant…Heavyweight Champion of the World. MY! How things change.

First things first - Stan, that was a hell of a match, and you are a hell of a wrestler. Despite the fact you tried to break my face after the match, any time you want to reclaim the championship, you’re welcome to try.

Now. It seems to have become tradition for champions to set the tone for their reign by outlining rules as to who gets a title shot, and when, and how. So, Stanley and I talked it out, and we came up with a rule. Three simple words:

Anyone.

Anytime.

Anywhere.

I know it’s a cliché, but I truly believe that I am the greatest wrestler in the world, and I intend to prove it night after night after night. I don’t care if you’re New Guard, old guard, right guard, wrong guard or a school crossing guard, if you want the championship, come and get it.

And Moose, I’ve got a special offer for you. You want to prove you’re the baddest? Title vs. Title - you set the stipulations. Tell HIM he can have a shot too. EVERYBODY gets to dance.

This title reign may end up measured in days, but I swear to you they will be the wildest days this company has ever seen.”

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Firewoman comes walking in, early morning, to the Darling Luxury Suites. Alex, Lucky, and Quorras are all doing their morning routines. Quorras looks up, very nervously. Alex gives her a look that says "Relax." Lucky reads the business section. Alex walks over, and gives Firewoman her coffee and a peck on the cheek.

AD: Have a nice night?

FW: Indeed....*Fire looks between him and Quorras*...You?

AD: Definitely.

The three of them share looks. Lucky rolls his eyes, even though he's pretending not to hear any of this. Fire smiles and Quorras relaxes.

FW: Good.

AD: Where'd you end up going? We looked for you at the bar before heading back.

FW: Well, since I'm supposed to be avoiding alcohol these days, I decided instead to go to the Cherokee Church of the Nazarene.

Q: Huh?

L: Great...

AD: Fire.....

FW: It was "Compassionate Ministries" night, so they were handing out food and clothing and stuff.

Alex laughs, Lucky shakes his head.

Q: Wow, that's really great, Fire. Wait...what's wrong with that?

L: She doesn't do it to help the homeless.

FW: Okay, wait, yes I do. Let's get that clear.

AD: You do, but you also do it to because usually those events have a ready supply of energetic, pious, and sincerely committed young adults.

FW: So? I worked hard handing out food.

Q: Wait...what do you do?

L: Firewoman goes to churches, Christian book stores, whatever is around, especially in the South, to find fine upstanding, church going, virginal young adults and ... what did you all it, Fire?

FW: Take them for a walk on the dark side?

L: That. Charming.

Alex laughs as Fire shows no reaction to any of this, merely sipping her coffee. Quorras is horrified.

Q: So...you seduce men who have made a spiritual commitment to a certain life, and --

FW: Sometimes, but men are too easy. Women are more of a challenge.

Q: That's just....why? Why do you do this?

Firewoman looks up from her coffee, still with no emotion, no shame, no hostility towards the question, nothing, and says matter-of-factly:

FW: Because I can.

There's a pause as that all sinks in. Quorras is kind of speechless.

AD: You know that is soooo going to backfire on you someday.

FW: *coffee sip* Well, yeah, that's why I leave before they wake up.

Quorras has had kind of enough.

Q: Okay...I'm outta here. There's a meeting for all the interviewers and stuff on how to work some of the equipment.

She storms out. Firewoman sips her coffee again, looking pleased with herself.

AD: Are you done horrifying the staff now?

FW: She's awfully judgmental, considering what she was up to last night. Which you'll tell me all about later, right?

AD: Freak. And only if you share YOUR evening with--

FW: I think her name was Pam....I don't remember.

Lucky clears his throat.

L: I AM still here, guys.

AD: Unfortunately.

FW: So what did I miss?

AD: Um, you'll be happy to know LD is going to be fine and he's ready to fight all comers for a title shot.

FW: Good, I'll get in line.

AD. The Hawaiians did not take too kindly to your comments about family, oh and you treat me like trash.

FW: Yeah, but that's only on Thursdays when I wear that--

AD: Ahem...moving on, you have a conference call.

FW: When?

AD: Right now, it's waiting on Skype. Therapy.

FW: I don't have any scheduled for this morning.

AD: No you don't this is the one you've been ducking. *He reaches behind him to his jacket and pulls out a pack of American Spirit cigarettes and hands them to her.* You'll probably need these. Not in the suite, though. Lucky? Let's go take care of that thing.

LUcky and Alex leave. Fire turns to Skype where she sees Sydney Wyld's face.

FW: Great.

Fire lights up, despite still being in the actual suite.

SW: We were supposed to talk about what happened in your match with Eco.

FW: What's to talk about? I superkicked him into some fire and watched him burn.

SW: That's it?

FW: No that's not it. I didn't mind it one bit.

SW: How do you feel about that.

FW: *thinking* I don't.

SW: Okay.....Anything else?

FW: He's gone. He's not going to harass me anymore. Of course, I'll never know how he knew about that street corner in the rain, or about...the things he knew about Alex and me...but I don't really think I care. I feel okay not knowing.

SW: Or how you could be hearing him talk to you before the match with Tytan?

FW: It wasn't Eco's voice. It was Him.

SW: How did you figure that out?

FW: He told me.

SW: Eco?

FW: No.

SW: *looking over her charts* I think Dr. Freedman and I need to talk about your medications. If you are still having aural hallucinations...

FW: You can adjust my meds all you want. My father drank nearly 24/7 to drown His voice out, and it didn't work. It's not a hallucination.

SW: Does...does your father still hear him now that he's sober?

FW: Yes, but like me, he doesn't listen to him anymore.

There's a pause.

SW: So...I guess this is it then.

FW: It is?

SW: Yes....I think I've done all I can to help you with your recovery from the Trinity incident anyway. No more nightmares or flashbacks?

FW: Not from that. I think him being gone helps...but.....

SW: Yes?

FW: ..........if he comes back........

SW: Then we'll deal with it. You know how to contact me. Good luck, Fire.

FW: Yeah, thanks.....Actually, I mean that. Thank you.

Sydney closes her Skype window, as Fire leans back to finish her cigarette before remembering where she is. She puts it out quickly, opens the windows and sprays some Febreze everywhere. She pitches the rest of the pack in the trashcan before going out to see what everyone's up to.

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a bench somewhere between Bucksnort, Alabama and Cherokee, NC. Sitting on said bench is The Crusher Stan Fulton. The camera ZOOMS in on Fulton who it appears is feeding, then for some reason capturing, pigeons. There’s a pretty big box next to Fulton where the pigeons, wings and feet tied off, are placed.

“Congratulations, LD. You’re OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. A title I’ve carried for almost five full months. And now it’s yours.

“I’ve a number one contender match tomorrow night against Psykle. I’ve not watched many of his recent matches to be honest. He’s probably got the advantage there. But I certainly will walk into this believing I will be the number one contender.

“I also am invoking my rematch clause for Territorial Beatings. Miss Selena? Make the match, please. I know you’re watching.”

Fulton continues to capture the pigeons that come to feed on the seed he’s spreading.

“So I’ll get two chances to take back what I feel is my Championship. In the meantime, I’ll bide my time. Psykle, I know you have learned to control your anger. I have not. For that, I’d like to apologize in advance. For you see, I plan on taking out some of my frustration on you tomorrow night. I can’t see myself putting you out of the business as I can respect the hard work you’ve put in to get yourself to this level. But within the bounds of tomorrow night’s match, I will be coming and I’ll be bringing Hell with me.

“And LD, as for the face breaking? Nothing personal. It’s just my way of making a statement. That statement is I believe I’m the better wrestler at this time. You won Sunday. You won because of your skills and the fact that the entire locker room came out to beat on my associates. I took my eyes off the prize and that gave you the win. Believe me when I say that will not happen during our rematch.”

Fulton moves the box of pigeons and we can see that there’s a sign on the box that reads “Establishment.”

“So get the belt fixed, shine it up nice and prepare to hand it back over to me. If I wasn’t focused before, you can bet your momma’s purse that I am entirely focused on getting my Championship back.”

Fulton stands up, picks up the box of pigeons and walks over to an enclosure labeled “New Guard.” Fulton upends the box and the pigeons fall into the enclosure. There’s a loud rustling and then the sound of the pigeons being devoured. The camera moves over to peer inside the enclosure and it’s filled with American alligators, who are voraciously eating pigeons.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Firewoman walks in the door of the Darling Luxury Suites, she is returning from... somewhere irrelevant to this promo. As she opens the door, she notices a envelope that was apparently slid under the door while it was closed. She picks it up and see it has "Lisa" written on the front.

She opens it and finds a check for $10,000 made out to Covenant House and a small note

Here you go. Next time, double or nothing.

She grins and goes about her business ~~~

[BookerShark]

~~~ Yep, it's that time, a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist catches up with Chad Madison, who is leaving the OOWF Training Facility and drinking an Aquafina ~~~

RNSFJ: Chad, so coming off your loss at MADNESS 8, what now for Texpress?

Chad: Listen, losing always sucks. You never get used to it and you never learn to live with it. Zane and I will be coming out guns a-blazing this week, looking to get back on track and get a shot at the OOWF World Tag Team Championships

RNSFJ: What about the 10 grand bet?

Chad: Paid in full. I look forward to facing Phoenix Rising again soon.

RNSFJ: So this week, live from the Cherokee Fairgrounds in Cherokee, North Carolina.... (HUGE Cheap Pop)

Chad: Two teams coming off disappointing showing s at MADNESS go head to head. Honcho and Alan got the best of us in the Showcase. It's time we righted that wrong.... Now let;s go talk about your future with the OOWF

RNSFJ: My.... future?

Chad: Yes. You worked in that cheap pop very smoothly. You have what it takes to move up the ladder pretty quickly.. You know, I give some private tutorials to select interviewers from time to time, I'd be happy to discuss doing the same with you, let's say tonight, 8ish, meet me here?

RSNFJ: SURE!

~~~ She skips away happily. Chad has a huge smile on his face as we fade... ~~~

[BookerShark]

(This takes place at the Madness PPV, after Rabbit Mask's match)

Rabbit Mask walks through the curtain into the backstage area after celebrating his comeback victory over Ghosthead. A reporter was waiting and immediately jumps on him with questions.

R: Rabbit Mask, great match! Are you feeling better? Are you 100%? How do you do that move? I like your mask. How's your wife?

RM: Stop! I'll tell you everything you need to know... Two months ago, Ghosthead kicked my head in and nearly ended my career. I tried to work through it, but he targeted me and took me out again. He took out a man with head trauma; a fractured skull, concussions, whatever. It's not impressive. What is impressive is a man of my stature defeating someone like Ghosthead – and it's easy for me. I plan on doing it again this Wednesday. But the bastard did make me realize one thing, that is, just how fragile the brain inside a man's skull is. Just how easily you could knock him out – maybe even break his neck, if you feel like it. Which makes my vengeance pretty simple, doesn't it? Ghosthead, whenever I feel like it, I'm gonna kick your face in, drop you on your head, and break your fucking neck.

R: You think you can lift him? Or even beat him again? You can't break his neck. I like your mask. How's your wife?

RM: Shut your mouth! I can lift him, I can beat him, and I can break his neck. As for my wife...

With no hesitation, Rabbit Mask spits a cloud of white mist into the eyes of the reporter, who yells and stumbles back slightly before being superkicked in the face. But before he can fall, Rabbit Mask grabs him and pulls him in for a suplex. He lifts him up, turns him, and drops him spiked on his head (like a Falcon Arrow, but dropping him on the top of his head instead of his back). Rabbit Mask stands over the reporter's limp body and looks into the camera, still rolling.

RM: Ghosthead, anything you can do, I can do better... And more permanently. Whenever I feel like it.

[BookerShark]

The OOWF-TV feed cuts to a pre-recorded music video spot for Crowing, the backing music being “Burn” by the Cure.

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"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling, Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again.

The video starts with shaky, black and white footage of Crowing’s recent history, his matches with Folz and Evans in the tournament…

"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do... "
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end.

The subject of the videos move to his brief stint tagging with Mai and their bittersweet out-of-ring interactions…

"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream

This set of videos covers the three title matches with J-P Sparxx, showing Crowing bleeding heavily in the first two, but having his hand raised in the last two.

Dream the crow black dream...

Cut to a panning studio shot of Crowing in ring gear, arms wide in his now trademark pose, with the Onslaught title around his waist.

Close up of Crowing’s face, which breaks into his familiar knowing grin and a glint of gold flashes in his eye…

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hall, to Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, talking to Quorra.

Q: So you really don't care that you're...I dunno...ruining a person's spiritual commitment?

FW: Hey, how can they even MAKE the commitment if they don't know what they're giving up? I'm just helping them make an informed decision.

Q: That's....one way to look at it.

She walks to the coffee area while talking and exchanges some glares with Kai and Noelani, while Aina just avoids eye contact. As Fire gets her coffee she overhears Kai and Noelani laughing. She also hears Davin's name mentioned.

Aina: C'mon guys....don't.

Kai: The Kai hears you and appreciates the fact you can talk without sounding like Stephen Hawking.

N: You know, I wonder if Samantha can change his voice, like you can for GPS.

FW: HEY! You two need to shut the fuck up.

Kai: The Kai find that hilarious.

N: Why don't you shut up, and get coffee for your husband like a good little wifey, before you get to be next in line for the Davin treatment.

Kai: The Kai would love to see them in matching wheel chairs.

Aina: Guys...

FW: Yeah? Give it your best shot, brah, if you can pull your head out of your ass long enough.

Kai: The Kai is ready whenever you are, Akamai *(the last bit sarcastically*)

FW: What the fuck does that mean?

Kai: The Kai's point has just been proven.

FW: I've got a point for you.

Firewoman throws her hot coffee right into Kai's face, a time-honored tradition in wrestling feuds everywhere. Kai falls back, but Noelani flies at Firewoman, and it is now ON, and this is not really a cat fight, as Firewoman does not, in fact, fight like a girl, no matter what "others" might think. Kai and Aina try to intervene, but Kai merely piles on. Quorra runs down the hall to get some help. The stitches from Firewoman's recent fight with Moose pull, and send a trickle of blood down the side of her face, but she doesn't care. Even though she's outnumbered, she doesn't let up.

Finally, Quorra comes back with Alexander. He sees what's happening and sprints ahead of her, going to join Firewoman. He viciously attacks, pulling Aina and Kai off his wife. Seeing blood on Firewoman's face sends him into overdrive and a true brawl begins to break out, complete with chairs and trashcans being thrown. Noelani jumps on Alex's back to keep him away from Kai, but Quorra grabs her from behind and neutralizes her. Firewoman breaks free of Aina, and they slug it out some more. Alex has had enough and chokeslams Kai through a table, turning just time to see Aina hit a DDT on Firewoman. He starts for Aina, but security has finally arrived to break it up, as has Selena.

GMtSa-T: You four! What the hell?

K: She attacked the Kai and his family for no reason.

FW: *groggily* ... Davin....laughing....

GMtSa-T: Well, too bad. Save that energy for the ring tonight, we have people paying good money to see this in the ring, not in catering. Back to your suites, all of you.[/i]

Alexander and Quorra help Firewoman to her feet. The six all share very nasty looks, as then they slowly turn and walk their separate ways, although Fire and Kai have to be encouraged by their partners.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is somewhere deep in the Smoky Mountains. He is sitting on an outcrop of rocks that looks out over a large valley between the ridges. Moose is sitting in silence, only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees can be heard. The INC pans over to a sign set up for the tourists, and we learn that this is the Devil’s Courthouse. After a few more minutes of silence, Moose speaks>

There is that feeling again. I had this same feeling when we were in Transylvania, and again when we were in Oklahoma. The sounds of suffering hang in the air. Not far from here, the Trail of Tears removed thousands of Cherokee, marching many to their death. These mountains have seen blood shed in two American wars, and countless Indian wars. If you listen……you can hear them speak. He loves it here, He thrives on suffering and pain, and because of Him, I do too.

The legend of the Devil’s Courthouse is that the Devil himself holds court here on this outcrop, and in the caves below. To me, that seems very appropriate for what is about to happen in the OOWF.

Stank, you never answered me. What are your intentions? Are you going to beat Him out of me? Sean tried that, it only makes Him stronger. You see, Sean couldn’t stand Him. Sean spent his life trying to ignore Him. But you can’t ignore Him, in the end, He will get His way. So what are you going to do Stank? Take my title? That won’t stop it, and you are not going to take my title for one simple reason. To do so, you are going to have to kill me, and I know you don’t have that in you.

Stank, I want you to think about something, you too LD. When we ran in the Five, do you remember what we thought of those who opposed us? They were fools. We mocked them for their righteous indignation. We mocked them because if they had the chance, they would switch places with us in a second. We mocked them because they claimed they wanted to “clean up” or “save” the OOWF from us. We beat Darling down week after week after week, and all we heard them say is how someone will pay. But we never paid, did we? We never paid because the OOWF needed us. Without bad, there can be no good. Without a villain there can be no hero.

And now, look at you two. You have become what we mocked. You are both running around saying how you are going to avenge the wrongs of the New Guard. How you are going to save the OOWF from the New Guard. How you are going to clean up the OOWF from the New Guard. It really is rather pathetic. LD, you complain about what they did to Outback Jack. I want you to think back to just over three years ago. You and Jack were the tag team champions. You beat Davin Moreland for the world heavyweight title. Jack dropped you like a bad habit. He ran back to Gator and reformed the Team From Down Under. He abandoned you, and now you mourn his injury? He TURNED HIS BACK ON YOU LD! And you mourn his injury. And Davin Moreland…….you were his #1 Fraud. You seem to think it was a joke, but Davin never respected you. Davin never gave the slightest shit about you. Davin never gave the slightest shit about anyone other than himself.

And you, Stank. You get angry over what they did to Davin Moreland? The same Davin Moreland that spent his time openly mocking you? Stankopotamus, does that ring a bell? The same Davin Moreland who did everything he could to destroy your knee? The very knee that you have had to have surgery on and will never be the same again. The same knee, that aches and hurts when you get up in the morning. The same knee that you wonder how much longer it will support you until the entire thing has to be replaces, effectively ending your career. And Stank…..we all know what lengths you went to to get rid of Jack.

You two confuse me. The New Guard did what we tried to do, and couldn’t. The New Guard did what needed to be done. Could we be the next targets? Yeah. But sitting around complaining about what they do, when we did every bit as bad, and REVELED in it………it makes you both hypocrites.

It doesn’t have to be like this. He has always been there. He was there during kz. He was there during the Five. He has been there my entire life. LD, you want to challenge me to a title vs. title match?

No

The fact is, I don’t want your title. You keep it. You are the best in the OOWF and you have earned it. But if you want my title………any time……..any place……….even right here.

Here…….the Devil judges your actions. When you get into the ring with me……..He judges your actions, and I punish accordingly.

<Moose looks back out over the valley again and we fall back into silence as we fade to black>

[BookerShark]

Attitude Adjuster is furiously leafing through “Professional Wrestling Rules, Volume 1” (with No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast looking over his shoulder) when Honcho Williams walks in the room.

AA: I just don’t get it. Why did we lose at OOWF MADNESS 8, Live! From Bucksnort, Alabama (cheap pop!)? Rule #83 clearly states the team that wins before a Pay Per View returns the favor at the Pay Per View. I just don’t understand! You paid the ref like I asked you to, right?

HW: No, AA, I didn’t. We don’t do those kind of things. We’re faces.

AA is visibly shocked.

HW: What? What did I say?

AA: WE ARE NOT FACES! I mean, you may be a face. But I am definitely not a face!

HW: Do we need to go to the videotape?

Honcho clicks on the video. We see AA screaming at the ref to ring the bell for the Bucksnort Screw Job to no avail, then later being caught with brass knuckles. Finally, we see Aina pasting Honcho with a belt shot as the illegal man and getting the pin despite AA’s pleas.

HW: No matter how hard you try to be a heel, the Hawaiians are out-heeling you. You’re a face.

AA: I AM NOT A FACE!

HW: Didn’t you do this angle about four years ago?

AA: Stop breaking kayfabe! Wait...did I just say that?

HW: Embrace the face. Plus, if you’re a face, this makes perfect sense. The OOWF is better when faces chance heels with titles. That’s Rule #23, by the way.

AA: You’ve learned well, Honcho. But I’m still not a face.

HW: You are.

AA: I am not. If I was a face, Firewoman would walk into this room and...

FW: Hi guys! Who wants to go for a run!

[BookerShark]

*Stank is sitting in his locker room preparing for a workout as a camera crew walks in to film him.*

Stank - The INCs on vacation? Fine. I guess it's promo time.

*Stank rises to his feet and faces the camera.*

Stank - Last night LD Williams and I celebrated his Championship win over Crusher Fulton. Nothing wild, just a few beers, a near politically motivated brawl with the locals, and a lot of laughs. The only time things got serious was whenever the conversation turned to Moosehead Jack.

You see Moose wasn't there with us. Our friend Moose doesn't give a fuck. You know why?

Because of his single-minded crusade against THEM.

That's right Moose. For all your bullshit talk about my alleged campaign against the New Guard, and how they are in my head, and how they are no real threat, and how I should just ignore those fucks... YOU... you are just as guilty if not more so with your obsessive unholy war against THEM. You are either with THEM or against Moosehead Jack. And anyone with half a brain knows that's bullshit. It's not that black and white.

Now let's just get a few things straight. I don't exist in the OOWF to please the fans. I'm here to win. I'm here to dominate. I'm here wreck motherfuckers. Whether THEY love me, or THEY hate me... is of no consequence. I am WHO I am regardless, but I'm not naive enough to think that THEIR existence is unwanted or not needed. My concern over the New Guard is a real one compared to your futile crusade over THEM.

Yes THEY are fucked up. I agree. But not any more fucked up than you or I.

It is because of THEM that we get to do what we do. That's not pandering... it's just a fact. Without THEM you and I Moose don't get to do this... you and I would either be dead, or in jail... or worse. Yes there are worse things.

As an aside, Moose, everthing you said about Davin, and Outback Jack is true there was a time I hated them both, but you see I have something I like to call my mind. I use it to think for myself. And sometimes it recognizes when circumstances have changed. It's called the aforementioned thinking for yourself. You see Davin Moreland and I had come to an understanding. One that you would find impossible because HE won't allow you to think for yourself, Moose. And though Outback Jack and I never came to that same understanding, because of The New Guard, we perhaps never will. You see Moose my mind allows me to understand that hate has a very short finite upside before it starts to negatively affect you. There was no more hate left in me to give to Davin Moreland or Outback jack.

And as for the New Guard. I'm not looking to avenge what they did to Outback and Davin. That's not to say I didn't like what they did. I didn't like it, because I saw in what they did a statement... a statement demonstrating what we did to them, will happen to you. Everything I've done since, when it came to The New Guard, has been my statement that HELL NO you are NOT doing that shit to me.

I just saw Crusher take a box of pigeons and drop them into a pit of alligators. You are a damn fool, Moose, if you think one of those pigeons didn't represent you. I don't care how much you may kiss their collective asses. The New Guard want you gone. And THAT is the primary reason why I fight The New Guard. Jealousy has nothing to do with it. Of course you would know that if HE wasn't talking to you.

You see My thoughts on this are MY OWN, but you can't claim any such thing, can you Moose? No... you're a slave... a slave to HIM.

HE has you on this stupid crusade against THEM. HE has allowed THEM to get into YOUR head. HE is the one that convinced you to turn your back on US! That's right. YOU turned your back on us... not the other way around. HE is the one that has you in HIS deathgrip... and HE won't be satisfied until he has squeezed every last semblance of a man out of you, or until you are dead, whichever comes first. Your listening to him gains you nothing but agony. HE is all about short term pleasure for long time suffering.

Yeah... in the beginning when I first recognized it... I did encourage it. Sometimes you got to let the beast out in order to get shit done. You also have to know when to cage it... lest the beast turn on you. And that is where we are Moose. The beast has turned on you. It's taken you over. It's feeding on your soul, on your sins, on your fears, and your desires... everything that should be yours HE takes. Everything that should be YOU HE owns.

You have literally lost your mind. So yes, you can interpret what I'm trying to do as me trying to "save" you, but that is of secondary importance. No, what I am more interested in doing is not so much "saving " you as silencing HIM, or die trying.

Fuck HIM.

You think I'm afraid of HIM? You think I'm scared of pissing HIM off? or you for that matter, Moose? You know me better than that Moose. You know better.

I am the one man in this company who will not be intimidated by HIM. Tapei Fence Death matches, Barbed-wire Steel cages, Happy Dethbats, broken shards of glass, nails, razorwire, come what may. NONE of that shit bothers me in the slightest. Soon I'll simply be satisfied with taking that DDT championship away from you just because HE wants you to have it. Tonight I'll be satisfied by beating HIM out of your head by any means necessary. Your sorry excuse for a father may have tried to beat HIM out of you, but I ain't your daddy.

I hit harder.

Don't believe me? Don't think I have it in me?

Ask my dad.

FADE

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From the Cherokee Fairgrounds, Cherokee, NC

JP SPARXX vs. DANNY TAYLOR

Sparxx attacks Danny before the bell, but Danny fights back quickly and overpowers Sparxx. Danny KILLS Sparxx with a turnbuckle powerbomb, and as Sparxx staggers forward, Taylor hits him with a boot to the jaw that sends him over the top rope to the floor. Jewel helps Sparxx recovers and Sparxx grabs Danny’s leg and pulls him out of the ring to the floor where he runs Taylor shoulder first into the stairs. The action goes back into the ring and Sparxx keeps Danny on the mat, punishing him with submission moves and high impact moves. The end comes when Sparxx tries for the INSTANT REPLAY, but Taylor ducks it, hits the ropes and nearly DECAPITATES Sparxx with a clothesline. Danny pulls a dazed Sparxx to his feet and hits the DYNAMITE DROP and gets the one, two, three!
WINNER in 11:56 – Danny Taylor

The referee’s hand had barely hit the mat for the third time when the rest of the New Guard storms the ring and attacks. The Flyin Hawaiians hold Danny’s arms while he is on his knees on the mat, and Chris Evans digs something from his pocket…..it’s a lighter! Evans tosses a fireball at Danny’s face! DEAR GOD! Danny manages to turn his head slightly, but the fireball catches him on the side of the face. Danny falls to the mat grabbing his face and writhing in pain. Just then, Texpress, Fire, Alex, Lobo, Psykle, LD and Stank all storm the ring and run the New Guard off. Fire takes one look at the side of Danny’s face and quickly motions for medics.

TEXPRESS vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS

Texpress remain in the ring after medics and the rest of the Old Guard help Danny to the back. AA and Honcho make their way out, and the crowd chants “AA IS A FACE” to Attitude Adjuster. He just stares at them with something like shock. The match begins and Honcho and Chad start things off and go back and forth with some nice chain wrestling that the crowd eats up. Chad tags in Zane and Honcho tags in AA. They lock up and AA backs Zane to the corner, the referee calls for a clean break, and AA gives it….then looks at the referee with shock on his face and screams “WHAT AM I DOING?” Zane charges out of the corner and hits AA with a SPEAR! Texpress take over for a bit, but AA finally makes the hot tag to Honcho after playing Ricky Morton for a bit and the place ERUPTS. The match breaks down into a bit of chaos and we end up with Zane pinning Honcho while Zane was not the legal man, while AA pins Chad after a German suplex, while AA was not the legal man. The referee counts three and both teams claim victory. Oh no!
WINNER in 20:35 – No Contest.

Not sure why it just wasn’t restarted. The fans are not real happy about that, but Chad and Zane pose in the ring and Chad makes eyes at some of the pretty Indian girls, and all seems to be forgiven.

CHRIS EVANS vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO

Evans tries to attack before the bell, but Lobo is ready for him. Lobo spends a good five minutes tossing the smaller Evans around from pillar to post, beating him to within an inch of his life for what he just did to Danny. Evans tries to get disqualified to get away from the onslaught, but the referee claims he didn’t see it. Evans stares at him incredulously which allows Lobo to recover, grabs Evans by the throat and hit a choke slam. Evans rolls out of the ring and starts to stagger up the ramp, waving off the match, content to take a count out and live to fight another day. He gets halfway up the ramp, when a VERY pissed off Danny Taylor steps out from the back with half his face bandaged up. Evans looks like he saw a ghost and back tracks to the ring. Lobo grabs him, pulls him in and KILLS him with a power bomb, then traps him in the THREE WOLF MOON! Taylor is standing right at ringside staring into Evans eyes as Evans is forced to tap out!
WINNER in 12:12 – El Lobo Sangriento

Danny slowly climbs onto the apron, still staring daggers at Evans. Before he can get his hands on him though, Sparxx and the Hawaiians race to the ring and pulls Evans to safety, and they beat a hasty retreat to the back

MOOSEHEAD JACK & GHOSTHEAD vs. STANK & RABBIT MASK

This one is not going to be pretty. The bell rings and Ghost and Rabbit attack one another and spill out of the ring. They brawl around ringside and try to kill one another. Moose and Stank meet in the middle of the ring and stand there staring at one another. Moose takes his DDT title and lays it on the mat, then pulls his shirt off, and we see a NASTY bruise across his chest from the knees from Sharkoff. Moose stands there and spreads his arms out and dares Stank to take the shot. The crowd encourages Stank, and finally Stank NAILS Moose with a right cross to the jaw. Their brawl is on now too. Moose fights back like a man possessed but Stank stops him with a clubbing forearm to the chest that sends Moose out of the ring to the floor. Up the ramp, Ghost tries the black mist on Rabbit, but he moves and it catches a stage hand in the face. Rabbit counters with the white mist, but Ghost ducks that and a second stage hand gets it. On the outside of the ring, Stank grabs Moose, but Moose kicks Stank’s knee and the big man drops to one knee. Moose cocks his head, again, listening to something only he hears, and pulls the scalpel out of his boot. He gets a faraway look in his eyes and glares at Stank, then shakes his head and drops the scalpel and charges at Stank, but Stank is ready and catches Moose with a THUNDEROUS SPINEBUSTER on the floor. The back of Moose’s head SLAMS into the concrete and his eyes get glassy. Stank shows a second of concern, and Moose catches him with a lucky punch to the temple. They brawl some more and the referee decides he has no chance of regaining this match and calls it off. Security rushes to separate the four men.
WINNER – No Contest in 17:41

PSYKLE vs. STAN FULTON - #1 Contenders Match

Stan shows a side we haven’t seen in awhile. He is more violent than he has been in a long time. Psykle gets his share of offense in, but each time Stan cuts him off and drives him to the mat. Stan works over Psykle’s ribs and lower back, repeatedly dropping elbows and knees to his ribs. Fulton sends Psykle into the corner and CRUSHES him with an AVALANCHE. As Psykle staggers out of the corner, Fulton PLANTS him with a belly to belly suplex but only gets a two count. Fulton traps him in a bear hug, and for a minute, it looks like he is going to make the big man pass out, but the fans start stomping and Psykle fights out of it and takes control. Psykle lands some big moves on Fulton, but you can tell his ribs are not feeling good. Psykle tries to slam Fulton, but it doesn’t work. He drops Fulton to the mat and slumps to his knees, grabbing his back and ribs. Fulton bounds off the ropes and catches him with a kick to the face, then drops not one, not two, but THREE DROPLINES across Psykle’s chest. Fulton finally covers, and gets the one, two, three.
WINNER in 20:44 – Stan Fulton

FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. PHOENIX RISING – Non-Title Match

The Hawaiians are out first. Phoenix Rising is announced and Fire storms to the ring and grabs a chair and is about to slide under the bottom rope when Alex catches her and grabs the chair. He seems to convince her not to use it…..for now…and the two of them climb into the ring. Alex starts against the Kai and we get some chain wrestling, but the match quickly breaks down and it is little more than a slightly organized fight between four people. As the match breaks down, The Hawaiians dump Alex over the top rope to the floor. Aina NAILS Fire with a headbutt between the eyes that staggers her. They have her set up and go for the BUTTERFLY EFFECT but Alex grabs Aina’s foot as he hits the ropes. Aina falls to the mat and Alex pulls him out of the ring and whips him HARD into the stairs. Inside the ring, Fire side steps the SPEAR from the Kai and catches him on the rebound with a YAKUZA KICK! From one corner of the ring, Alex climbs to the top rope and hits a PHOENIX SPLASH! Fire races to the corner and hits a BEST FIRESAULT EVER! Fire covers the Kai while Alex dives between the ropes and takes out Aina again. The referee hits the mat and counts one, two, THREE!
WINNERS in 22:18 – Phoenix Rising

CROWING vs. MAI MUYO – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Both participants are in the ring and we get the pre-match handshake. The bell rings and the action is underway. The two start off fast and furious with both of them flying around the ring hitting high spot after high spot, but neither able to keep the other down. The action continues, literally, non-stop for almost ten minutes when Crowing rolls out of the way of an attempted moonsault and Mai crashes and burns. Crowing pulls Mai up and sends her to the ropes and catches her on the rebound, and rolls through and traps her in the D-TUNER! Mai struggles to make it to the ropes, but she is right in the middle of the ring. As Mai struggles, JP Sparxx races to ringside, grabs the Onslaught title from the table, slides into the ring and BLASTS Crowing right in the face with the title!
WINNER in 12:25 – by disqualification – Crowing

After the match Sparxx KILLS Crowing with the GEM DROP while Mai looks on. Content with the damage they have done, Mai drapes the Onslaught title across Crowing’s chest and they leave the ring and walk to the back.

MATT FOLZ vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

Ricky Soaring Eagle is out first, and he gets a HUGE ovation from the mostly Native American crowd. Soaring Eagle suppresses a smile and stands stoically in the corner. Folz is announced and those cheers quickly turn to loud boos. The two meet in the middle of the ring and Folz talks some trash. It doesn’t take much until Soaring Eagle shoves him by the face to the mat. Folz pops up quickly and the match is ON! They brawl around the ring for a few minutes, Soaring Eagle has the power advantage, but Folz has the wrestling advantage. Folz grounds Soaring Eagle and goes for several submission moves, including the ANKLE LOCK but Soaring Eagle will not give up. At the urging of the crowd, Soaring Eagle fights back to his feet and takes the fight to Folz, blistering him with several lefts and rights. The action spills out of the ring and it doesn’t take long before both of them have weapons and are beating the hell out of one another with them. The referee calls for the bell, and calls the match off.
WINNER – No Contest in 19:19

After the bell, Folz grabs a chair and slams it across Soaring Eagle’s back sending him into the crowd. Soaring Eagle gets to his feet holding a CHEROKEE WAR HAMMER, seriously, we need better security. Soaring Eagle hops the guard rail and Folz turns and takes off for his life. Soaring Eagle grabs the Intercontinental title and climbs into the middle of the ring, holding the title in one hand and the war hammer in the other. Folz screams for his title and demands Soaring Eagle give it back. Soaring Eagle tosses the title into the air and SLAMS it with the war hammer sending it half way up the ramp. Folz retrieves the title while Soaring Eagle stands on the turnbuckle with the war hammer daring him to come back as we fade to black.

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