OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (04/04) Live! From Miami, Flor

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Miami, Florida

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

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Crowing vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle

Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
Texpress & Danny Taylor vs. The Flyin Hawaiians & Chris Evans

Broken Glass/Taped Fist Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Stank

Winner Gets an Onslaught or DDT Title Shot[/u]
Ghosthead vs. Rabbit Mask vs. Mai Muyo vs. Comrade Sharkoff

Phoenix Rising vs. Matt Folz & JP Sparxx
Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. El Lobo Sangriento & Psykle

card subject to skittles, iced tea and hoodies

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~~~ Chad and Zane meet up with El Lobo Sangriento and a distraught Victor Dinero outside Danny's hospital room ~~~

Zane: What's the prognosis Victor?

Victor: Not good right now, they're still evaluating the severity of the burns. Danny's a fighter, I just don't know how much more of this he can take. If I know Danny, he'll be ready for the Trios defense next week.

Chad: It's not about that right now. It's about keeping him, all of us, from getting killed time after time. I think we're at the point where we need to turn the tables on the New Guard.

Lobo: You mean go after them first? I'm in

Zane: Almost. What I mean is that the run-ins and attacks are happening too often now. Sure, we all run out to help, but by then the damage is often done (gestures to Danny's door) Chad and I have talked about this. We both think that the four of us, and LD, even Crowing and Psykle if they want.. need to band together not just reactively, but Pro-actively.

Victor: What are you saying?

Chad: From this point forward, no one goes to the ring alone. Lobo has a match? Chad and I are there. We wrestle next, Danny comes out. Danny is next, Lobo and I are in his corner. Not waiting backstage, but right there at ringside.

Zane: Maybe by doing that, we can prevent these 5, 6 on 1 attacks that seem to be happening with more and more frequency.

Victor: I think it makes us look scared.

Chad: I think it says we're done being punching bags and it's time to stand up for ourselves. I'm tired of meeting outside hospital rooms.

Lobo: the New Guard runs in a pack, maybe it's time we should too

~~~ Before anyone can reply, a nurse opens the door and tells Victor Danny is awake. Victor immediately heads inside. Everyone else looks on in silence as the door shuts behind him ~~~

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*Ghosthead punches a hole in the wall. He pulls his fist free and watches the blood on his knuckles begin to coalesce. His wife Shannon strolls over and pulls his injured hand down wrapping it in a white towel.*

Ghost - Another mask. This time a rabbit.

Shannon - It will be okay, Jared.

Ghost - This Usagi Masuku has caught me off guard. I've underestimated his resolve.

*Shannon has quietly guided her husband over to a nearby table where Ghosthead absentmindedly sits, and Shannon starts to treat his wound.*

Ghost - I hunt a wolf and here I am challenged by a rabbit. It just goes to show you... the sense of humor the universe holds.

Shannon - The joke being on you.

*Ghosthead gives his wife a passing glance.*

Ghost - That notion is not lost on me.

Shannon - I hate to bring this up, but I think your brother may be in trouble.

Ghost - Lucas and I have an agreement.

Shannon - I know but-

Ghost - Wife I have my hands full with RABBIT MASK at the moment.

Shannon - He's your brother.

Ghost - Who can handle himself.

Shannon - Where does your agreement with Lucas lie once you and Moosehead Jack-

Ghost - Wife... I will not discuss it further.

Shannon - Rabbit Mask then.

Ghost - The black bunny. I must admit I find this white mist intriguing. Master Mutoh never told me about it.

Shannon - Maybe The Great Muta didn't know anything about it.

Ghost - Perhaps. Sensei Mutoh taught me the red and black mists. This white mist would have been useful, especially against El Lobo.

*Shannon, who has been treating Ghosthead's wound, starts to wrap her husband's hand in a white bandage.*

Ghost - Rabbit Mask spills out idle threats against me. He is a fool. I shall make him suffer and he will come to know regret. I will drive this rodent back down the rabbit hole. He thinks I hurt him before. That was nothing compared to what's coming to him. My career is littered with masked victims. His fate is no less assured. I am the Ghosthead Killer. The Death Knell. The Rabbit Mask too will know my wrath.

*Ghosthead raises his bandaged fist and smirks. The camera moves around to over his shoulder showing us that Shannon has drawn, in black magic marker, a nice image of a rabbit head. A little bit of Ghosthead's blood starts to seep through the hollow eyesockets of the rabbit image, as the camera fades to black.*

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*Fade in to the District Memorial Hospital in Cherokee, North Carolina, where we find El Lobo Sangriento and The Texpress WAITING~! patiently outside Danny Taylor’s room…

ELS: You know, you guys are absolutely right. It’s time to put a stop to these unfair attacks by the New Guard. If they want to come at us with even numbers, I don’t think any of us would have a problem. But we all know that’s never going to happen.

Chad: So you agree with our plan?

ELS: I love it. I think it’s a great idea. Maybe we can force the New Guard to play by the rules once in a while.

Zane: We can try, at least. What about Danny? Do you think he’ll be interested in this?

ELS: I think it’s going to be hard to keep Danny away from the ring when any New Guard guys are in it. My only concern is him costing people matches by going off on the New Guard at the wrong time. But I’m sure he’ll be able to control his rage. Vic too.

Chad: What about Vic?

ELS: He’ll want to be accompanying you guys to ringside with Danny and me.

Zane: Is that a good idea? He’s not a wrestler. He could get hurt.

ELS: I felt that way at first too, but now I’m pretty sure Vic knows what he’s doing. You both know he’s been training with Firewoman. He’s getting better every day. No harm in him testing out his new skills if he gets the opportunity.

Chad: If you’re sure. What about LD, Psykle and Crowing? How are we going to get them involved?

ELS: I’m heading back to the arena now to talk to Selena. If I see any of them, I’ll bring it up.

*Lobo heads out of the hospital and back to the District Memorial Arena, making a beeline for GM Selena’s office through the Hallway of Much Expediency. When he reaches the office, he knocks and enters…

ELS: Hey Selena, it’s your old pal Lobo.

GMS: What can I do for you, Lobo?

ELS: Well, first and foremost, I want to thank you for feeding me Chris Evans last night. He needed the beating, and I needed to get that out of my system more than I realized. The New Guard attacking Danny again really set me off.

GMS: I noticed. You should show your angry side in the ring more often.

ELS: I’m a fan of self-control.

GMS: Shame. Okay, what’s second of all?

ELS: Danny. He’s hurt pretty bad. If he can’t go on Wednesday, I want to step in and team with Chad and Zane.

GMS: You already have a match at Mayhem.

ELS: So I’ll wrestle twice. I can handle it.

GMS: If Danny can’t compete, I’ll consider it. Anything else?

ELS: One last thing, yeah.

GMS: What, you want a third match at Mayhem?

ELS: …

GMS: …

ELS: …

GMS: You’re kidding, right?

ELS: Not even a little. Remember what LD said after he won the title?

Originally posted by WLD
Anyone.

Anytime.

Anywhere.

ELS: I want my shot. This week.

GMS: But Stan Fulton has his rematch this week.

ELS: And I want to make sure he’s not successful. It’s time the odds weren’t in the New Guard’s favour.

GMS: So…a triple threat match?

ELS: Yes and no. LD Williams versus Stan Fulton versus El Lobo Sangriento in a Double Jeopardy Match.

GMS: I’ve never heard of a Double Jeopardy Match.

ELS: No one has. I invented it. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.

GMS: I’m listening. How does it work?

ELS: Basic triple-threat rules apply – all three men are in the ring at once. However, if LD pins Fulton, he doesn’t win.

GMS: He doesn’t?

ELS: He doesn’t. He still has to pin or submit me.

GMS: And Fulton is eliminated?

ELS: No.

GMS: No?

ELS: No. There are no eliminations, and the winner must defeat both of his opponents to win. As for disqualifications, if Fulton hits me with brass knuckles, for example, I get a fall over him. I would only need to beat LD to win the title.

GMS: I like it.

ELS: I’m glad. So it’s a done deal for Wednesday?

GMS: No.

ELS: No?

GMS: No.

ELS: Why not? You said to bring you interesting match ideas. LD said he’d put the title on the line against anyone, anywhere, anytime. I don’t see the problem here.

GMS: For starters, this would potentially be your third match of the night. You’re in good shape, but you’d be gassed. There’s no way you could handle a match like this after two other matches the same night.

ELS: Try me. And the Trios match – that’s not a guarantee. It’s a long shot. I’m just putting my name in as a replacement on the off chance that Danny can’t go. I’m sure he’ll be ready and willing to get in the ring by next week.

GMS: Look, I didn’t say no to the match. I said no it’s not a done deal. I need to think about it. Go have a beer. I’ll get back to you.

ELS: Oh. Okay. Well, see you around then.

*Lobo heads out of Selena’s office and toward the Destroyatorium as we *FADE*

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Lobo is walking out of Selena's office when his phone goes off. The camera pans around and is able to read the text message he got.

From: Psykle
Re: Chad & Zane's plan

I'm in.

Lobo closes the message, smiles, and walks towards the Destroyatorium.

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*Stank is sitting in his locker room. The lineup sheet lies where Stank dropped it between his feet. Stank stares at the floor a few seconds before looking up directly into the camera.*

Stank - So Moose. This is how it's going to go down, huh? Broken glass taped fists. Fine. If rending your flesh from your bones will get HIM to shutup and you back in your right mind, so be it. Let's see how much agony you can take before you realize that HE does not have your best interest at heart. Let's see how loud you have to scream before you realize HE has been lying to you.

How far Moose? How far will we have to go? Because for all your talk about my resolve, you have no idea how far I will go to seperate you from HIM. Broken Glass? Shit. Why not douse it with gasoline while we're at it? Set that shit on fire. Don't think I didn't notice you with that scalpel. HIS weapon of choice I gather. Tell HIM to take that scalpel and shove it up his ass, because I will go as far as I need to. There is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING that HE can do to make me stop. HE needs to realize... I ain't going ANYWHERE until HE is GONE!

Don't Believe Me? ...Then you haven't been paying attention.

FADE

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GM Selena is in her office. She has Chuckles the Clown shackled to a chair and seems to be torturing him. Girl's gotta have some fun right?

GMSa-T: Hold still!

CtC: Juh!

Selena pours candle wax over Chuckles' bald head. He screams.

GMSa-T: Such a baby.

CtC: Juh juh.

GMSa-T: What? No, Fulton's not getting his title match at Territorial Beatings 7. Why do you care?

CtC: Ja.

GMSa-T: Cuz he's busy that night already and no, Lobo's not getting the shot then either. Board got all pissy at the idea of him doing like three matches in one night. HAHAHA I said "pissy". He'll get his shot on the April 11th Midweek Mayhem. Live from Orlando, Florida!

*cheap pop from somewhere*

CtC: Juh! Juh!

Selena laughs as she goes to her desk and grabs a dart.

GMSa-T: You do love the cheap pops Chuckles. Mountain Top!

Selena throws the dart into Chuckle's leg as he screams again.

CtC: Juh! Juh juh!

GMSa-T: Geez, you really wanna know what I have planned for Territorial Beatings 7 huh? Well, okay!

Selena goes behind Chuckles' chair and wheels him out of her office and down the hall.

GMSa-T: Look out people! GM and a clown coming through!

CtC: Juh, la juh ja!

Selena bursts Chuckles through a pair of double doors and into part of the parking garage. There, two rings are set up. A large cage is being built for it and it hangs just above the apron as welders work in it, sending sparks spraying everywhere. Selena lets Chuckles go and he crashes into a pile of pallets. But she doesn't care. Her eyes and smile grow wide as she looks upon the cage. She rusn to the rings and rolls in under the cage/bottom rope. She climbs up onto the ropes and steel fencing, pressing herself into it and moving suggestively against it as she talks.

GMSa-T: Territorial Beatings 7, live from Apex Hill, Nunavut, Canada.

*no cheap pop*

GMSa-T: I've been waiting for this since I took this job. New Guard, the so-called rulers of OOWF, it's time to see what you're really made of. Five of you will set foot in this hellish structure and take on five of the best OOWF has to offer. War Games. I love this match. Stan Fulton, this is why you're not getting your title shot on this night. You're gonna enter Hell along with Chris Evans, Matt Folz, Mai Muyo and J-P Sparxx. Your opponents will be current World Champion and all around sadistic dude, LD Williams, along with current Onslaught Champ, Chris Crowing, "Dynamite" Danny Taylor, Psykle, and El Lobo Sangriento. No disqualifications. No countouts. No escape. No mercy. Can you smell the blood already?

Selena licks the cage, then eyes the camera suggestively.

GMSa-T: Oh, I'm not done yet, I'm just getting started. Flyin' Hawai'ians? Phoenix Rising? You wanna wrestle for the OOWF Tag Team Championships? You wanna fight all over OOWF? You wanna kill each other? You wanna act like animals? Fine. I'm cool with that. I'll treat you like animals. You're going in here too. Texpress? You want another shot at the belts and the Flyin' Hawai'ians so badly? You got it, but under my terms. You're joining them in here. Let's add more! Attitude Adjuster? Honco Williams? You can play too. Let's have a Four Corners Double Ring Double Elimination match. You start in one ring. If you get beat your team moves onto the next ring and await the next pair of losers. Lose in that one and you're out. Last team standing...if you can...walks out with the belts. Or I'll get you a nice ambulance ride. Whichever works better.

Selena squats down to lower her head under the bottom rope/cage.

GMSa-T: Only downside to all this chaos and carnage? I may have to replace eighteen wrestlers.

Selena shrugs.

GMSa-T: No biggie. See ya there. Be ready to bleed.

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<Stank is sitting in an exceptionally seedy dive somewhere between Cherokee and Miami. The big man is sitting in the corner alone, drinking, seemingly lost in thought. His solitude is interrupted by someone slamming a bottle of pills down on the table. Stank looks up and sees Moose standing there>

Sta: What’s that

MHJ: They make Him go away…….or at least quiet Him some

Sta: And you’re not taking them, why?

MHJ: Because fuck you

Sta: Well as long as you have a good reason

MHJ: So I can be like her? Is that what you want?

Sta: If you haven’t noticed, she is happy, do you have any idea what that is like?

MHJ: SHE is living a lie. Thanks to you and Davin and Little Alex. All of you convinced her that therapy and these fucking pills was the way to go. That is not my sister

Sta: Right right, she married Alex, we get it, you hate him

MHJ: It’s not even that Lucas. That is not Fire. She is fucking doped up. She is living a lie. That is not who she is

Sta: But she’s happy

MHJ: So are heroin junkies

Sta: ……..

MHJ: I don’t get you. Why the sudden interest in Him? You never answered me. Is it because I am not running with you and LD against the New Guard? You make it sound like listening to Him is something new Lucas. You remember when I tried to set Five on fire? That was Him. You remember when I stabbed Niles Anderson with a crucifix? That was Him. You remember when I almost murdered Alexander Darling? That was Him. All those wars I was in with LD in kz? That was Him. The things we did to Drink and Destroy? That was Him. HE has pushed me my entire career…….and now you want me to stop listening to Him. Look at what has happened to Fire since she stopped listening to Him……she is soft. She is not what she once was. That’s what you want from me?

<Stank just looks at Moose>

MHJ: Brothers don’t judge. I told you Lucas, just like I told LD, I am not going to war with the New Guard. Not until they give ME a reason to. Taking out Jack and Davin? Not a reason. If you two won’t accept that, then we can go to war………

<Moose pauses for a moment, then looks at Stank with what appears to be a rare moment of clarity>

MHJ: You remember what I said, years ago now. The whole Christmas vision thing. The vision of me being crippled in the ring. Wrestling in some fucking high school against some green ass kid that I would have slaughtered years before. Only now……now I can’t keep up with him. Now I can’t protect myself. Now, he dumps me on my head…….and the feeling stops. I can hear the crowd……but they are far away. I can see the referee asking me if I am ok, but I can’t quite make out the words. I can see this punk motherfucker kid standing over taunting me because he is too stupid to know something is wrong. I see the ref throw up the “X”, I see the paramedics…….only this time I can’t push them away. I can’t stop them from loading me onto a stretcher. I look out at Them, and all They are is happy. They want me to die………..That is what happens if I stop listening to Him

<Stank opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Moose turns and starts to walk away, Moose pauses before he gets too far away, then looks back at Stank>

MHJ: He wanted me to use the scalpel Lucas. He wanted me to gut you. He certainly didn’t tell me to throw it aside. I will pay for that, I accept that.

<this time Moose does turn and walks out of the bar into the night. Stank stares at him for a moment and doesn’t move. He grabs his bottle of beer, downs it, and waves for another one, never taking his eyes off the door. Finally Stank picks up the bottle of pills Moose left and looks at them. He sets them back on the table and we fade to black>

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**Prior to the main event at an OOVWF house show, Petra’s ‘Jekyll and Hyde” starts to play. The crowd seems surprised, but decides to roll with it and starts to cheer as the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, L.D. Williams strolls down the aisle and climbs into the ring. He holds his championship high, and then picks up a microphone.**

LDW: “WELCOME! To the Summer of Fraud Tour, 2012.

Bet you didn’t think you’d see me with this again. Neither did a lot of people, apparently.

I had an interesting meeting with the board of directors today. I’ve said this before, but when I win the world title, a bunch of folks in suits start to worry. They scramble to find someone to push to the forefront, since this is not the face of a company. This time though, it seems the combination of Selena speaking up on my behalf and everyone they’d normally turn to being otherwise engaged has caused the board to decide give me a shot in the spotlight. So, they called me in to outline their expectations of me as champion. I won’t bore you with the details, but there was a lot of talk about personal appearances, promos, and acceptable and unacceptable behaviour. I’ll tell you what I told them…

I’m thirty-eight years old.

I’m a husband and a father.

I’m a goofy Canadian bastard.

I am managed by a duck.

If any of those facts cause you to believe that I do not deserve to be the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion…”

**Williams lays the championship on the mat in front of him.**

LDW: “Come and get it.

Last week, I made an open challenge - Anyone. Anytime. Anywhere. That is the entirety of my championship focus. I will defend this belt against the world. First in line - former champion Crusher Stan Fulton. I know you plan to take the title back Stan, but I gotta tell you, you’re in for a tough time Wednesday night. You have to beat me, and you have to do it before your allies decide to get involved. See, you’re good enough to beat me - I can admit that. But you’re not good enough to dominate the entire match, and as soon as there’s a hint that you’re in trouble, as soon as I take control in any way, the rest of the New Guard are going to rush the ring ‘to protect you.’ A no contest is better than a loss, right? A disqualification is better than eating a pin. Or is it that you not winning the title is better for Evans, or Folz, or Mai?

Regardless, when they do decide to get involved, they won’t be alone. The Texpress, Drink and Destroy, Psykle, Crowing - The return of the AYUFF, or so it seems. The lines have been drawn, Stan, and before long - War Games. You and your crew had best start preparing - yourselves and your epitaphs.

2012. The year of L.D Williams. The OOWF will never be the same.”

**Williams drops the mic and picks up the title, slinging it over his shoulder and walking back up the aisle.**

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We cut to the OOWF Interview Point where a RNSFJ is standing with OOWF Onslaught Champion, Crowing.

RNSFJ: Hi OOWF Universe, I'm here with your OOWF Onslaught champion, Crowing. Thanks for taking this time to speak to the fans, Crowing...

Crowing: No trouble at all, thanks for having me.

RNSFJ: Your match last week ended in a disqualification win when you were attacked by J-P Sparxx...

Crowing: I don't doubt for a second that J-P and I will dance again, and soon but I'm disappointed in both him and Mai. Mai is a great wrestler, took me to the edge for ten minutes and got caught in a submission. There ain't no shame in that. If I'd been a tiny bit slower, she'd have landed that moonsault and I'd be a few pounds of gold lighter this week... However, rather than take a submission loss, the New Guard felt it better to attack me with my own title belt and take a DQ loss. What's the point, other than to show how scared you are, how dependant on outside interference? Saving face is for losers.

RNSFJ: Strong words. We've seen battle lines being drawn with other, like minded stars lining up to stand together against the New Guard. In his last promo, LD mentioned that you'd signed on...

Crowing: LD was being a tad presumptuous there, because I haven't agreed to anything, but he's a bit giddy with being champion again so I'll forgive him that. Let me make something clear, I didn't intend to faction up at this time but there is a group of guys I have the upmost respect for - Texpress, Danny, LD, Lobo et al who's main interest is to keep things fair and I'm all about that. I'm not against the occasional backstage attack or matches getting a bit crazy but the New Guard have been using a concerted campaign of gang violence, of group beatdowns, to twist the OOWF into their own personal domain. That's not why I'm here, to be always looking over my shoulder to worry about when I'm gonna get attacked by four or five guys. You want to beat me, do it in the ring. You want to weaken me, attack me out of the ring - at least have the guts to do it yourself. Group beatdowns are the path of a craven...

RNSFJ: You're no stranger to dishing them out...

Crowing: No, my record is not blameless in that regard, but neither is LD's or almost anyone else in this company. What matters is what we're trying to do now...

RNSFJ: So it's WE now?

Crowing: I guess so. I can't expect those guys to run interference against... interference for my matches and then not return the favour. If the New Guard want to get bloody, then I'm more than happy to wade in. I've got a few scores to settle with most of them already... LD also mentioned War Games. That sounds like a match I'd want to be a part of.

RNSFJ: However, this week you face a non-New Guard member in the shape of Ricky Soaring Eagle. How will you approach that match?

Crowing: I've been in the ring with Ricky before and he's a great competitor, as intense as they come. He does tend to lose it and concentrate more on inflicting damage than winning the match but I'd be a fool to expect him to get DQ'd and not take the very real possibility that he has the technical chops to take this title (pats Onslaught belt slung over his shoulder) seriously.

RNSFJ: Is there any chance that your enduring issue with J-P and the New Guard will affect your concentration against Soaring Eagle.

Crowing: Quite simply, no. I take each match as it comes, study tape, train hard. What happens when I walk through that curtain happens, anything that goes on backstage, before or after the match is separate. Holding this title is the first step in my path to secure my legacy in the OOWF and I'll not be diverted from that. Now, if I end up having a little warm up brawl to keep the New Guard honest... shiny.

RNSFJ: Any final words?

Crowing: Yeah. First, I'd like to address the whole roster. I like LD's style as champion. I'll defend this belt against anyone. It's time to restore some credibility to the titles of the OOWF following their being held by cheats. So if anyone wants to challenge me for the right to call themselves the best pure wrestler in the world. Go right ahead.

Next, I'd like to address my opponent this week, Ricky Soaring Eagle. Ricky, I know your rage burns deep and I respect that, but be advised that I will not be letting this title slip through my grasp so soon. You are as strong, resilient and batshit crazy as they come. Bring your pain, I'll bring my belt. Let's dance the war dance.

Crowing pats the title belt, smiles and heads off, humming "Run to the Hills" by Iron Maiden

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*fade in to Chris Evans*

E: You know what? I don’t care what Texpress intends to do. I intend to finish what I started with you, Danny. And if we have to take down some more friends of yours as well, then so be it. They’re a future target of ours anyway, so hey, two birds with one stone, or in this case, three.

And Chad, if you’re so tired of meeting outside of hospital doors, then quit hanging around with weaklings. You’ve seen what we’ve done to everyone that we have targeted. Outback Jack is a cripple, Davin Moreland may never walk again, and if he didn’t react in time, ol’ Danny would be blind, in addition to being dumb and mute. Hell, we’ve made the big guy so full of rage, that he loses control when things are on the line. Right when you guys could gain an upper hand on us, Danny fucks it all up for you. Face it, he’s damaged goods.

You guys still think we’re fucking around? That we’re some kind of joke? We’ll, who’s fucking laughing now? Every single one of you trembles at the mention of our names. You’re now at the point where you can’t even go out anywhere without someone with you, always waiting, always paranoid, always wondering…who’s gonna be next?

And you know what the best part of all of that is? No matter what you may think, we’re the New Guard, and there’s not a damn thing that you can do about it.

*fade to black*

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*Miami Beach, Nighttime*

There's a huge bonfire going on the beach with multiple smaller fires going up and down the beach and we fade in to see a big party going on. A ton of wrestlers are enjoying the beautiful weather and we finally focus in on Firewoman, Alexander Darling, Spencer Darling, Ashley, and we see Johnny Gargano, Jimmy Jacobs and others coming over to join them. A lot of hugs and handshakes go around as the atmosphere in Miami is surely one of having a good time and forgetting about the business for just a little bit. After a few moments, Quorra motions Alex and Fire to the far side of the fire.

Quorra: Management wants to utilize the atmosphere here and get a quick word from you two on the announcement of the double-main event for Territorial Beatings and your match this week.

Firewoman: But we're relaxing, can't we even..

Alexander: Let's just do this quick and go back to our friends.

Firewoman: Fine, fine. First, Sparxx and Folz we know you two don't tag regularly but that's not going to mean we underestimate you. We've been in the ring before and we know exactly what you're capable of.

Alexander: And outside the ring, we more than know what you are willing to do win and to protect the belts that the Hawaiians hold right now. Sparxx, you and I have done this before but times have changed. I'm back on the rise and you're lost in the sea of the New Guard. Can't find your place, don't know where you belong, and it's going to cost you. And as for you Matty...we've never seen eye-to-eye but there is one undeniable fact between us and it's something that haunts you every time you mention me. Every time you think of you it's the one thing you can't avoid...the fact is, we both know that I am simply better than you.

Firewoman: And speaking of being better than someone, Territorial Beatings, locked inside a double ring cage. Texans, AA & Honcho, and you Kai & Aina...you're going to be the ones realizing that Phoenix Rising has quickly become the best tag team in this company. Not only will you have to beat us once, but you'll have to beat us twice and it just won't happen.

Alexander: The two of us have been in this business together for almost a decade. We've done almost everything together and there's one thing left. The 6 of you are quite simply standing in the way of destiny and at Territorial Beatings, that destiny will become a reality. Firewoman & Alexander Darling...Grand Slam Champions. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it.

Firewoman: It sure as hell sparkles to me.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Justin Sane is walking along barefoot through the sands of the mostly secluded area of Key Biscayne beach. He kicks at the receding waters as they roll backwards in preparation of their inevitable return. Justin waits as the ocean waters rush over his bare feet then fall back revealing a small sand crab snagged on his left big toe.*

JS - Ow!

*Stank snaps out of his thoughts at Justin's cry. He looks over and watches Justin kick his foot vigorously in the air trying desperately to dislodge the sand crab from his toe. Stank sighs then sits beneath a nearby palm tree content on allowing the sound of the rolling waves to lull him back to semi-consciousness.

That notion is disrupted as Justin approaches, triumphant apparently in vanquishing his tiny foe.*

JS - Boss?

Stank - Yes Justin.

JS - I've only seen old people over here.

Stank - You're going to get old eventually Justin.

JS - NO WAY!

Stank - It happens to all of us.

JS - Can we please go to a better beach where there will be girls. I mean young girls.

*Stank gives Justin a strange look.*

JS - I mean younger gir- ... girls MY AGE I mean.

Stank - I'm not stopping you.

JS - I know but when you said you were going to the beach and I said "can I go with you?", and you said "I don't care.", and I said "Cool, we're going to the beach!" and you said "Whatever dude. Let's go." and I said "Can I borrow five dollars?" and you said "Here, take it." and I said "Thanks." and you said "Come on let's-

Stank - JUSTIN! As entertaining as your little commentary might be could you just skip to the end...? Where I hope there is a point.

JS - We haven't done anything fun in a long time.

*Stank sits there in silence staring up at Justin. A few more seconds tick by before Stank speaks.*

Stank - I know. I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood right now Justin. There's a lot on my mind and I need to clear my head. Why don't you head on up the beach. You head north and eventually you'll meet up with a younger crowd. I'll catch up.

JS - Promise?

Stank - Yeah sure.

JS - Can I borrow five bucks?

*Stank reaches into his pocket and hands Justin a five dollar bill.*

Stank - Thanks boss.

*Justin heads off while Stank stays put, brooding. A full minute passes before the INC gives away her position (yes there are female INCs). Stank nods then looks in the direction of the camera.*

Stank - Justin is right, Moose. I never thought of it this way, but he's right.

*Stank rises to his feet.*

Stank - This is supposed to be fun. The bruising, the blood, the carnage... I used to get a... admittedly sick, perverse sort of pleasure out of inflicting punishment on an opponent. What I'm going to do to you on Wednesday however, I take no pleasure in it.

And it's all because of HIM!

I'm sorry Moose. I'm sorry that HE has got you wrapped up SO tight that you cannot even tell the difference between HIM and YOU. And that is my problem with this whole twisted affair. You say all those things you did in our shared past was HIM. Was it HIM that made you not use that scalpel on me? Was it HIM that helped talk me into coming back to the OOWF after I thought I was done? Was it HIM that tagged with Billy Dee in KZ and later with me to form two of the most feared Tag teams this company will ever know? Is HE a two time Grand Slam champion? Is HE the most viscious, brutal, sadistic, motherfucker to ever step foot in the squared circle? or is it YOU?

Cause I'm telling you... there is a difference.

In one scenario you are your own man, the other, you are a slave. You think your drive comes from HIM? No. HIS ultimate goal is to see that nightmare of yours come true. HE feeds off your agony as you look to satisfy HIM. He's got you twisted. Maybe for all your life it's been this way... but it doesn't have to be. And if I have to beat the shit out of you to get you to pay attention...

so be it.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman gets a text on her smartphone (endorsement pending). She looks at it....frowns... and goes back to looking at the bonfire. She gets another one....looks at it......frowns more. At that point Alex walks up with drinks.

FW: Water, right?

AD: For you, yes. *looking at the fire which is burning brightly and not losing it's shape at all* That's amazing. You do great things when you use your powers of arson for good instead of evil.

FW: Thanks *but she barely smiles*

AD: What's wrong?

FW: Nothing.

AD: Do we have to do this?

FW: *sigh* Selena put us all in a cage match. All the tag teams.

AD: So?.....Oh....I thought you were over that?

FW: Doesn't mean I like them.

AD: Right, but it's more than that.

FW: Nope. That's it.

AD: Lis....

FW: Fine.

She plays Moose's and Stank's last promo on her phone. Alex appears to get a bit angry.

AD: Okay, so?

FW: So....part of me wants to go to Stank and beg him not to kill Moose.

AD: I give up. Go ahead, do it.

FW: No, no....I'm not going to. I know it's...well, first I know it'll fall on deaf ears, even if he is my friend. And.... look, I know, okay? It's none of my concern anymore.

Alex starts to say something but then stops himself, takes a breath, and starts over.

AD: I know you'll always care...it's not in you to just stop caring, and I admire that about you. But we talked about this, and you need to--

FW: That doesn't make it easier.

Alex sits down on the blanket they have and she sits down next to him. He looks up at the waxing moon.

AD: Which one is that?

FW: There's only one moon, Alex.

AD: No no...all those names...

FW: Oh...there's lots of them. Pink moon, because of budding flowers, Full Sprouting Grass Moon, Egg Moon.

AD: Interesting.

FW: Yeah, then you've got Flower Moon, Strawberry Moon, Buck Moon, Sturgeon Moon, Cord Moon, and......

AD: Yeah?

FW: Uh.....Blood Moon.....Why does that sound ....familiar?

AD: Because you know all the names?

FW: No......It's the one Ghosthead keeps harping on, but....

AD: What is that about anyway?

FW: I don't know. I feel like I should.

A breeze picks up and Fire shivers. Alex wraps another blanket around her shoulders.

AD: He's just being creepy.

FW: Probably. So...running tomorrow?

AD: Do we have to?

FW: We do. And it'll be on the beach, too.

AD: I hate that.

FW: It's good for your calves.

Their discussion is interrupted by Johnny Gargano and Chuck Taylor, who come over.

JG: ENOUGH of this snuggling romantic stuff. You guys need to tell us...who does the better Tebow? Me or Chuck.

CT: Clearly it's me.

The camera fades as the frivolity continues.

[BookerShark]

(in the wee hours of the Miami night, Moosehead JAck stumbles through the semi-empty streets, looking off those few that dare join him in the late hours. Bars are closed, businesses are shuttered, save one small building lit only with candles and a partially broken "OPEN" neon sign that flickers incessantly, stirring all the voices)

MHJ: (Grumbling) who the fuck is open this late? (growls as he gets an "answer"

(Moose stumbles into the tiny building, where a dark-skinned woman stares him down with hauntingly golden eyes. It's enough for silence to erupt for Moose, and he drops into a chair before her)

Woman: you have come to see, or to hear?

MHJ: I came to drink- no drink, no stay

Woman: Do you Both agree?

MHJ: (head tilts to one side) urgh... don't get Him started

Woman: Wander as you will, the voice will not be still. It speaks of many things, but the echoes always sting. (she gestures to a crystal sphere) perhaps you wish to talk to Him more?

MHJ: hocus-pocus bullshiit

Woman: So the voice is nothing? but that is troubling.

MHJ: Oh, I can hear Him... you can't and your hocus-pocus bullshit isn't going to get Him to speak to you. (head tilts again) yeah

Woman: very well - but perhaps a different look, a memory or two......

MHJ: ......

(The woman slowly gestures around the crystal ball, golden eyes dilating as though entranced. The sphere becomes murky, then floods with white clouds before parting to a strange building)

MHJ: (doesn't comment, is "Listening" to Him)

(The image fades inside, where several figures are seen - the image is not clear, but they are surrounding one person on a table. The person is not moving, nor is he strapped down. He is heavily bandaged, including a thick immobilizer collar around his neck)

MHJ: (head snaps forward)

Woman: Who is this stranger in violet? who is this man of silver? Why do I see wings and claws and talons on a man who looks so distantly fallen?

MHJ: (face reddening) never seen him before in my life

Woman: Your anger resonates, and the voice reciprocates

MHJ: (head tilts again) I'M.... NOT.... LYING......

Woman: Who is this stranger to you?

(the image in the crystal ball starts to sharpen - the room appears to be in a hospital, either an operating room or a recovery area. The man on the table is wearing purple and silver, and his long braid dangles off the table on the far side. The man's eyes open, and he sits up, shocking the others around him)

MHJ: (ROARS and leaps out of the chair, smashing the crystal ball)

Woman: (SCREAMS)

(Cut to black as we hear Moose shouting over the woman and the smashing of furniture)

[BookerShark]

"Crowing, you said some nice things about me. i wish I could repay the favor.

But I won't.

You see, I don't care about how skilled a competitor you are, and it's not a great challenge facing you in the ring. I'm not looking forward to a good match and putting on a show for the fans.

Fuck all that.

All I care about is pain.

Specifically, yours.

You are right, I have the ability to go out there within the restraints of the rules and take your title.

But I don't give a shit about the title. MY only interest in any title is the leverage it gives me to inflict more damage.

I am a damaged soul. I have been broken. And now everyone I face gets to pay the price for my suffering. All I want to do this week is break your body in as many pieces as I can. I want to slowly torture you. I want to hear the terror in your voice as you call out in agony. And you will. I will make you hurt. i will make you bleed. I will make you

FEEL

MY

PAIN!!"

[BookerShark]

Justin continues his walk up the beach, he spies two young ladies in fetching swimwear in the distance, and his Mohawk perks up. He strolls up to them, and we see that it is Ashley and Spencer. When Justin sees who it is, his smile drops slightly.

Justin: Aww man, it's the girl loving girls.

Ashley and Spencer throw a confused look at each other.

Ashley: Why do you have a problem with us?

Justin: I don't really, but I was kind of hoping to meet some girls, but I already know you, so I can't really meet you, but then again you might know some other girls, so maybe I can still meet some....

Spencer: Take a breath Justin.

Justin stops talking and takes a long deep breath.

Justin: Can I borrow 5 dollars?

Spencer: Do we look like we have cash tucked into these bikinis?

Justin thinks about this for a second.

Justin: Can I check?

Ashley and Spencer: NO!

Justin: Worth a shot.

At this a round of laughter is heard, and DVD walks up to join them.

DVD: Man after my own heart Justin.

Ashley: How's Danny doing Vic?

DVD: You can ask him yourself.

Vic motions over towards the water, and we see the back of Danny Taylor standing stoic looking out over the water. Justin walks over and stands next to him. The Camera follows Justin's gaze up, and we see the left side of Danny's face is still sporting some nasty burn marks, yet they are uncovered as sea mist splashes onto it. Danny makes no motion of even feeling it. Justin winces a little.

Justin: Doesn't that hurt?

Danny makes no movement as if he has not even heard him. Justin absentmindedly picks up a stick and starts scribbling in the sand.

Justin: You sure have been getting beat up a lot lately. I get that, I tend to get beat up a lot as well. The key is, you can't let it keep you down, no matter what, you have to be you, can't let them change you I always say. Hell, when I first got here, me and ~LADDER~ had some wars, rough times, but I still always found a way to laugh.

Danny still makes no response. Justin continues scribbling away.

Justin: But I found a friend in a man named PHIL, great guy showed me the ropes, I still miss having him around, place isn't the same without him. I stayed in the background for a bit, hung out with Darling for a while, these days I hang out with Stank, you remember Stank right, beat the tar out of you a couple of times.

Still Danny remains motionless. Justin seems to have finished with his scribbling and tosses the stick out to sea.

Justin: Anyways, I just figured you should know that no matter how much it sucks to get beat down, it always sucks a little less when you don't have to face it alone.

With that Justin taps Danny on the shoulder and then heads down the beach to continue on his quest to meet girls. Danny looks down at Justin's scrawlings, before finally turning around. He sees Vic, the girls, and Lobo walking up the beach to meet them. Even tho his face is scarred, he still smiles slightly before heading back to join his Drink and Destroy teammates. Instead of following him, the camera zooms down to the scrawlings, where we see that they simply read WAR GAMES

[BookerShark]

~~~ Zane Myers is sitting outside the Miami Arena on the hood of his 1965 Mustang enjoying the peaceful night when Chad Madison approaches him, looking a little worse for wear. ~~~

Zane: About time you showed up

Chad: Sorry I, left my phone...... ummm...... I don't actually remmeber where it is

Zane: Or what hotel room it's in.

Chad: Probably. Had fun though.

~~~ They stop and gaze into the sky. Chad reaches into the car and pulls out a couple of Aquafinas. They drink for a moment ~~~

Zane: You look like death warmed over.

Chad: It was worth it. South Beach, My Birthday, Wrestlemania, Couldn't resist...

Zane: I understand. Go get some sleep, we need to hit it hard tomorrow morning, sparring session, tape study....

Chad: I'll be ready. Danny coming?

Zane: He said he would be

Chad: He Said?

Zane: Text message, smart mouth

Chad: I know. I can't help it.

Zane: Anyway, Hawaii'ans and Evans. New Guard. Trying to take our Campeonas de Trios.

Chad: That won't be happening. No matter what they do, They'll never Measure Up to BoomTown

Zane: Will you quit with the corny names.

Chad: Why? People seem to like them. T-Shirts get sold.

~~~ Zane shakes his head, flips his empty bottle into a trash can and begins to walk away ~~~

Zane: Good night, partner.

[BookerShark]

The lights and music start up as the War Games cage lowers in place as the fans cheer. Once the cage is in place, "Invincible" by Machine Gun Kelly (w/ Esther Dean) plays and who appear to be the marvelous J-P Sparxx and his girl Jewel, both wearing black hoodies with "4 Trayvon" on the back. Jewel remains on the stage as J-P heads to the ring. But he doesn't stop there. No. That'd require stopping, which the Spark doesn't do. He climbs up to the top of the cage. Once there he goes to the center, kneels in place, rubbing the steel with his hands. He then lowers his hoodie and somehow, as if by magic, has a microphone.

J-PS: Da damn bird got me.

Fans cheer 'cuz they suck.

J-PS: An' now Ricky Soar Ass gets ma rematch...

J-P shakes his head as the stupid ass fans cheer again.

J-PS: Ya'll like this huh?

Fans cheer again. Ungrateful.

J-PS: Us boys from da streets, ya'll just want all us gone! Well dat ain't da way it works, yo! The Spark is here ta stay an' he tiyad a playin' games! It's time ta start takin' mo' people out an' it gon' start right here in dis cage!

Ya wanna put ma back against da wall? Ya wanna put me an' ma New Guard bruthas an' sistahs ina cage? A'ight, we gon' show you why dat's a dumb idea! Bird Brain, I'ma start wit you. I'ma snack yo neck in here. Taylor, who's face melts in yo hands like M&M's, you next bitch! Den Psicle. Den Loco Lobo. Finally...da champ!

Careers are gonna end. One little, two little, three little, four little, five little Indians. All in a row. Skid Row. Da posin's ovah. The Spark ain't here fo all ya'll! No one hands anythin' ta people like me. We take what we gets an' if ya'll in ma way, so be it, YOU GET GOT!

Fans boo again.

J-PS: So now dat I've said ma peace, I'ma head out wit ma hot ass girl dat all ya'll dudes wish you was with when ya bangin' yo ugly fat girls. But just ta show ya'll how awesome I indeed am, I will leave ya'll with what you jabronis want.

J-P looks around with disgust on his face.

J-PS: KnowwhatI'msayin'!

J-P throws down the microphone as "Invincible" begins playing again and climbs down the cage, puts his hood back up and heads to the stage, puts his arm around Jewel and as he heads behind the curtain, he throws up two birds for all the bitch fans.

[BookerShark]

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Melancholy Melodies
a Dayton Towers Cartoon
Color by TECHNICOLOR


GHOSTHEAD In....

DUCK!RABBIT!DUCK!


*The scene opens with Ghosthead standing in front of an OOWF banner. We catch him mid promo.*

Ghost - So Usagi it would appear it's rabbit hunting season.

*Ghosthead is interupted by the arrival of Justin Sane.*

JS - THAT SIR is an INmitigated FABRICATION! It's DUCK season!

Ghost - RABBIT season!

JS - DUCK season!

Ghost - RABBIT season!

JS - DUCK season!

Ghost - RABBIT season!

JS - DUCK season!

Ghost - DUCK season!

JS - RABBIT season!

Ghost - DUCK season!

JS - I say it's RABBIT season, and I say - FIRE!

*Ghosthead hauls off and PUNCHES Justin Sane on his nose! Justin falls to the floor, but quickly rises back to his feet, stepping into Ghosthead's personal space.*

JS - Let's... try that again.

Ghost - Okay.

JS - I'll start it this time.

Ghost - Right.

JS - DUCK season!

Ghost - Rabbit season.

JS - DUCK season!

Ghost - Duck season!

JS - RABBIT SEASON! FIRE!

*Once again Ghosthead socks Justin Sane on his nose! Sane rises quickly back to his feet!*

JS - Oookaaay. This time YOU start it.

Ghost - Whatever you say.... Duck.

JS - RABBIT! FIRE!

*Ghosthead once again pops Justin Sane who falls to the floor!*

JS - You sir... are desPICable.

Ghost - I know. Ain't I a stinker?

That's All Folks

Dayton Towers Cartoon
A VITAGRAPH Release

[BookerShark]

Attitude Adjuster stares at the lineup card, shakes his head, then looks over at Honcho Williams. Again he shakes his head.

AA: I don’t understand this. In two weeks we’ve gone from a guaranteed tag team title run to curtain jerking against a masked sangria and a psychotic. What the hell is going on here?

HW: AA, I have something I need to tell you.

AA: This better be good.

HW: Actually, it’s bad. I know why we’re being dumped down the card. I’m sorry. Monkeys in the Truck, roll the video!

The video shows Honcho in a Bucksnort, Alabama bar. Behind the bar, all the dates of a calendar are crossed off until March 24. Yes, it’s the night before OOWF Madness 8. Honcho has a Blue Moon in front of him, with an orange wedge. Next to him is an Internet Wrestling Geek.

HW: …And so the booker told AA and I that we’re going to win the OOWF tag team titles tomorrow. I get the pin and everything! And then we’re going to hold the titles longer THAN ANYONE! AA and I will become division killers! We’ll even beat Moose and every partner he teams with. Then Stank and FF Capslock will return, and we beat them! We retire TexPress! Bartender! Another Blue Moon! Hardbody Harris comes back! We beat him! It will be the greatest tag team title run EVAAR~~!!!!!

IWG: You mind if I post this to Facebook?

HW: Facebook? Oh shit...

AA: That explains a lot.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Alexander are standing out on the loading dock, near her motorcycle, with the OOWF Banner levitating behind them. An SFJ stands there.

SFJ: I am here with--

Fw: Why are you here? Where's Quorras?

AD: She said she's not interviewing us until you stop putting an "S" on the end of her name.

FW: Fine. Let's go, we have a match for which to get ready...

AD: ....

FW: What?

AD: For which?

FW: You can't end a sentence in a preposition.

Alexander stares at Fire in...we'll call it 'amazement.' Fire looks straight ahead at the camera, ready to give her promo.

SFJ: I'm here with Phoenix Rising, Alexander Darling and Firewoman, who are in a match on the April 4th edition of --

FW: Wait...what did you say?

SFJ: Um...Phoenix Rising? Alexander Darling and ... Oh, should I have said Alexander and Lisa Darling?

FW: NO, no....

SFJ: Oh, you want Firewoman to come first...

AD: Always

FW: What? No...I mean, yes...but ... no... the date?

SFJ: April 4th?

FW: SHIT!

Firewoman hops on her motorcycle, guns it, and peels out with a slight wheelie and exits the parking garage at a high rate of speed.

AD: HEY! HELMET!

But Firewoman has no helmet, and is quickly out of sight. In the distance, a car horn is heard, but no one knows if it's because of her. It probably is though.

AD: Dammit.

SFJ: Aw, now we can't do this.

AD: Sure we can, let's go.

SFJ: Um... okay... Tonight, Phoenix Rising will face New Guard's Matt Folz and JP Sparxx. You two have been fairly hands off for the New Guard.

AD: We have. We're trying to build towards a fairly significant goal, and while we are both very angry about their actions, especially Fire, we aren't going to let that distract us. The fact is, the cracks are already starting to show. A lost title match here, a misunderstanding about who is in charge there...They are disintegrating faster than DEVILS did.

SFJ: Still, they put your brother-in-law out of the business, and hurt people that Fire calls friend. It's hard to believe that either of you wouldn't take tonight as an opportunity for some payback. If not you, then...

AD: *batistalaughs* Yes, my wife does have a taste for the vengeance. And I won't lie...she's very very good at it. Hell, she's been planning what to do about Sparxx taking DH Magnusson's nickname for her for a year. But when all is said and done, she too knows what the prize is, and it isn't New Guard blood on her hands. It's tag team gold. And we're staying focused on that, rather than petty violence. That's something the New Guard would do.

But we're Phoenix Rising and they're just--

Alex is interrupted by the roar of Kawasaki motors flying into the parking garage at a high rate of speed. It's Firewoman, red hair flying behind her, and she goes to put on the brakes. There's a loud squeal and she turns to do a sideways stop. The SFJ shrieks and jumps out of the way, while Alex merely stands there...a combination of annoyed about the whole helmet thing, and amused by what should be an interesting story. Firewoman hops off the bike and holds out her hand, where there appears to be a wadded up brown paper towel from a bathroom towel dispenser.

AD: Hi.

FW: Hi. This is for you. I didn't forget. I'm just...late.

AD: Forget what?

FW: You're birthday. It was yesterday and I meant to get you something, but there was training and then appearances and then coming back from the Smackdown taping and then--

AD: Breathe.

FW: *after taking a breath* Okay...well, here. Happy Birthday, Alex.

He takes it from her and unwraps the paper towel to reveal a sort of cheesy looking "Miami Beach" coffee mug. It's also kind of dusty. Alex looks at it, starts to laugh, but then stifles it.

AD: Very nice, Fire. I assume this has some meaning?

FW: Well, yeah, we've had a great time here and so I wanted to give you something that would make you remember it.

AD: Oh...*smiling to stifle a laugh*...Yeah, this will ensure that I don't forget this ever. Where'd you find it?

FW: Gas station around the corner. It's fine, right? This is the whole birthday thing that people do, right?

AD: Um...Yes....Yes it is. Thank you, Fire. But you know what I really want for my birthday?

FW: Not this?

AD: This is fine. What I really want is to beat Folz and Sparxx tonight.

FW: Oh...well, that...THAT I can deliver. And it will totally sparkle with me.

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in on the OOWF New Guard logo (which we really should get made here, guys). A voiceover says, “The following announcement is paid for by the OOWF New Guard.”

FADE to black, then FADE in on the New Guard locker rooms. Sitting watching OOWF-TV is The Crusher Stan Fulton.

“Shoving clowns down the hallways.

“Bonfires.

“Justin Sane.

“Penguins; a duck.”

“Justin Sane’s threesome with lesbians.

“Chad Madison’s sexual exploits.

“Horrible Looney Toons ripoffs.

“And the continuing exploits of Honcho Williams relating to a man who thinks a cardboard cutout is the real thing.

“This is what your favorite company is degenerating into. And yet the New Guard is reviled and hated by these same goof-offs.

“We’re here for one thing. To make this the best damn wrestling company ever. The others? They’re apparently here for their own twisted amusement.

“We’re not out playing hide the sausage with SFJs or having bonfires on the beach or trying to make people laugh. We’re here for Championships and elevating talent.

“The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship is being held by LD Williams. A man, who when he does promote himself, is using a duck. LD is uber-talented in the ring. But he’s the completely wrong image for the OOWF. The New Guard is the right image this company should project. Men and women striving to improve themselves and the company they work for.

“Kayfabe, I know you’re listening but you can suck my dick. I know I can’t win tonight. It’s not a pay-per-view. It’s only Midweek Mayhem and titles don’t change hands on weekly television.

“So, I’ll direct my request to the General Manager who so blithely dismissed my rematch clause. That’s still valid, Selena. Tonight’s match was a #1 contender match reward. I still hold, and I’ve reviewed my contract, that my rematch clause was never completed and will not be because of this match. You don’t want to give me my match at Territorial Beatings? Fine. Make it the next pay-per-view. Because I will defeat LD Williams for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship and take back what’s mine.

“So, LD, tonight’s probably a freebie for you. But I’m going to make you hurt. I’m going to make you bleed. I’m going to make you suffer like you’ve never suffered before. And then I’m going to start letting my anger dictate where I take you from there.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

RM: Ghosthead and Justin can play games with my name all they want. But I am game.* Tonight, it's not the title shot I'm after. It's your head.

* heh, get it?

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Miami, Florida

MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. STANK – Broken Glass Taped Fist Match

Both men come out and dunk their hands in a bucket of glue, then in a bucket of broken glass. This is not a DDT title match. Moose draws first blood with a shot to Stank’s face that cuts his cheek. Stank bellows with rage and goes after Moose and pins him in the corner and absolutely hammers him with punches, leaving bloody gashes all over Moose’s head and chest. Moose rakes the eyes and dumps Stank out of the ring. The two fight around ringside with Moose picking up HDB several times, and each time dropping it. Finally Stank picks it up and BURIES it in Moose’s midsection and rolls him back into the ring. Moose scoots to the corner while Stank slowly stalks him. Moose looks at Stank, and for a second a different look crosses his face. Stank hesitates slightly and Moose lashes out and kicks his knee sending the big man to the mat. Moose pounces on Stank and traps him in the JI-ENDO! Stank struggles to his feet and falls between the ropes, he lands on Moose on the outside, knocking all the wind out of him. Moose keeps the hold locked in, but not as hard. Stank fights out of it and gets to his feet. He pulls Moose up and hammers Moose with punches to the face, Moose…….smiles and dares him to hit him again, so Stank does. Moose grins again and spits a mouthful of blood in Stank’s face. Stank is enraged and grabs a chair and SLAMS it upside Moose’s head. Moose falls to the floor holding his head, laughing. Stank shakes his head and throws the chair down and walks away. Moose struggles to his feet and staggers after Stank, but he can’t catch up to him, the referee throws the match out.
WINNER – No Contest in 15:01

GHOSTHEAD vs. RABBIT MASK vs. MAI MUYO vs. COMRADE SHARKOFF – Winner Gets an OOWF Onslaught or DDT Title Match

Ghosthead and Rabbit attack one another to start while Mai and Sharkoff fight in the ring. Mai gets several near falls but Sharkoff comes back, and actually gets some cheers against the newly turned Mai. Ghost and Rabbit make it into the ring and their brawl engulfs Mai and Sharkoff and all four fight it out. The referee catches an errant spinning heel kick from Mai when Rabbit moves out of the way. Ghost tries to hit the BLACK MIST on Rabbit, but he ducks and Sharkoff catches it in the face. He staggers around, howling in pain, and Rabbit tries the WHITE MIST on Ghost, but Ghost moves and Sharkoff catches a face full of THAT mist as well! Mai springs off the middle rope and tackles Ghost and they tumble out of the ring, Rabbit looks like he is going to dive between the ropes at Ghost and Mai, but instead grabs a barely conscious Sharkoff and rolls him up, the referee recovers, and we get the one, two, three!
WINNER in 13:22 – Rabbit Mask

ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO & PSYKLE

Both teams are out and the bell rings. We have a solid tag team match for the first ten minutes, back and forth action with AA and Honcho getting the upper hand using some well timed team work. AA nearly gets a pin fall win on Lobo when he catches him in the IRON CLAW! (thanks Tensai) but Lobo rolls his shoulder at two. Lobo makes the hot tag to Psykle and Psykle cleans house. Psykle has AA on the top rope, and tries to set up for the PSYCHO DRIVER but AA cinches him in the IRON CLAW! Psykle escapes by dumping AA to the mat, AA manages to avoid a clothesline, and clips Psykle’s knee from behind. He grabs Psykle and holds him and calls Honcho into the ring for a SUPER KICK, but Psykle moves and AA catches it right on the jaw! Psykle throws a stunned Honcho over the top rope and covers AA and gets the three count!
WINNERS in 17:06 – El Lobo Sangriento & Psykle

After the count, AA grabs the mic, and is clearly pissed off

NO! NO NO NO NO NO! We did NOT just lose to a makeshift tag team! NO! I am one of the greatest tag team wrestlers in OOWF HISTORY! And we are managed by the greatest manager in OOWF HISTORY! No…….no…….I make a promise now……right now…….if we don’t win next week…….we are DONE as a tag team

AA slams the mic down and heads to the back with Honcho trailing behind him

PHOENIX RISING vs. MATT FOLZ & JP SPARXX

This match starts out as a brawl, with all four competitors hitting big moves. Folz and Darling brawl outside the ring while Fire and Sparxx fight inside. Alex tries a clothesline on Folz, but Folz side steps and shoves Darling face first into the ring post. A stunned Darling lies on the floor, somewhere between conscious and unconscious, gushing blood from a huge cut on his head. Folz slips into the ring and nails Fire from behind and he and Sparxx take over. They throw everything they have at Fire, but can’t keep her down. Finally after taking a ton of abuse, Alex manages to climb on the apron, and Fire makes the tag. Alex is half blinded by blood, but he nails Sparxx with a DARLING DRIVER, then gives Folz one of his own. Sparxx has Darling lined up for the INSTANT REPLAY! He throws the superkick, but Darling ducks and tags in Fire. Sparxx never sees the tag, and Fire charges to the ropes, springs off the middle and hits the FIRE KICK (Cody Rhodes Beautiful Disaster) while Alex takes out Sparxx’s legs from behind! FROM THE ASHES! Fire falls on Sparxx and covers, and gets the three count just before Folz can make the save.
WINNERS in 20:02 – Phoenix Rising

After the match, Folz pulls knucks out of his knee pad and BLASTS Darling upside the head! Alex collapses in a heap. Before he can get to Fire, Texpress hit the ring and Folz and Sparxx disappear.

TEXPRESS & DANNY TAYLOR vs. THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS & JP SPARXX – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match

Alex heads to the back for medical treatment, Fire stays at ringside and is joined by Lobo and Psykle. Sparxx and Folz stay at ringside while the Hawaiians and Evans come to the ring. This has disaster written all over it. The bell rings and the fight begins, both inside and outside the ring. The referee is barely able to contain the action. Inside the ring, Texpress gets the upper hand on the Hawaiians. They keep the tag champs off balance with quick tags. Chad tags in Danny and Danny steps between the ropes and cleans house. He catches Evans in the corner and is about to beat him to death when Kai and Aina attack him from behind. The whole match breaks down at this point and it is a HUGE brawl. At some point, Chad gets hung up on the middle rope, and from the outside Folz BLASTS him in the face with a chair! Aina grabs a barely conscious Chad and rolls him up, grabs a handful of tights that the referee never sees, and gets the one, two, three! NEW CHAMPIONS!
WINNERS in 16:54 and NEW OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions – The Flyin Hawaiians & Chris Evans

Mai and Fulton head to the ring and are about to put a beat down on Danny when LD and a heavily bandaged Darling and Stank come to the ring to even the odds. For a few minutes we have a seven on seven war, until the New Guard bails and heads to the back

CROWING vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Crowing offers the handshake of respect before the match and Soaring Eagle just stares at him. The bell rings and the two lock up. Soaring Eagle takes the early advantage with power moves, keeping the high flying Crowing on the mat and works over his back and legs. But Crowing, being the wily veteran here, finally fights back and nails Soaring Eagle with some hit and run offense that takes Soaring Eagle down. Crowing takes over and gets several near falls on Soaring Eagle, RSE uses two of his rope breaks, and as he loses his temper, he also gets two referee warnings. As we near the fifteen minute time limit, the action picks up. Crowing tries a cross body block, but Soaring Eagle catches him, hefts him to his shoulders and hits the RETURN TO EARTH! Soaring Eagle covers, but SOMEHOW Crowing kicks out at two. Soaring Eagle threatens to murder the referee. Soaring Eagle pulls Crowing to his feet and nearly takes his head off with a standing clothesline. Soaring Eagle lifts Crowing for another RETURN TO EARTH, but Crowing shifts his weight and rolls Soaring Eagle into a small package and gets the three count JUST before the bell rings!
WINNER in 14:55 – Crowing

Crowing and the referee bail out of the ring. Soaring Eagle gets to his feet and glares out at the crowd and shakes with rage. The man looks like he might snap at any second. He slowly leaves the ring and heads to the back, completely ignoring the taunts of the crowd.

LD WILLIAMS vs. STAN FULTON – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

Stan Fulton comes out carrying his axe handle, flanked by the rest of the New Guard. He steps into the ring and waits in the corner. LD Williams is announced next and comes out, and he has the Old Guard, for lack of better name, with him. LD makes it to the ring and meets Stan right in the center of the ring, takes off the title and holds it high in the air. The referee wants no part of twelve people at ringside and sends everyone to the back. Once ringside is cleared, the bell rings and Stan attacks LD from behind. It is clear early on that Fulton has no interest in winning the match and is just out to hurt LD. Stan bloodies LD early, but LD fights back and extracts his own pound of flesh and busts Fulton open with several nasty headbutts. Stan and LD fall between the ropes and brawl around ringside. Stan catches LD with a kick to the gut and POWERBOMBS him through the Algerian announce table! Fulton pulls LD out of the wreckage, but LD stuns Fulton by unleashing CANADIAN VIOLENCE! Fulton has had enough and grabs his axe handle from the wrecked table and CRAKS LD upside the head! The referee isn’t going to allow THAT much leeway and calls for the bell.
WINNER in 26:26 by disqualification – LD Williams

Stan keeps up the attack and slams LD in the wreckage and climbs to the apron for a DROPLINE! The rest of the New Guard come back to the ring to keep the Old Guard from interfering. The Old Guard comes out and we get a massive fight, but they can’t keep Stan from hitting the move. LD Williams may be DEAD! Finally the Old Guard break through and keep Fulton from doing it a second time. Chairs come out, bats come out, and the New Guard slips away with only minimal damage. We focus on LD Williams writhing in pain on the floor as we fade to black.

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