OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (05/23) Live! From Hartford, C

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Hartford, Connecticut

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Ghosthead vs. Crowing

The Flyin Hawaiians, Mai Muyo & Stan Fulton vs. Phoenix Rising & Texpress
Chris Evans, Matt Folz & JP Sparxx vs. LD Williams, Stank & Attitude Adjuster
Justin Sane vs. Comrade Sharkoff
Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Psykle
Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Danny Taylor
Rabbit Mask vs. El Lobo Sangriento


card subject to the return of the Whale

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**Sirius XM Satellite Radio Studios**

We fade in on a radio station and we see Wyatt Cox speaking over the airwaves as he answers some calls. There’s a knock on the window from the executive producer who motions that his guest is here.

Wyatt: First, another gigantic thank you to SiriusXM for allowing me to do this special live broadcast tonight as this was just an opportunity that no one could pass up. And that opportunity has just arrived in half of the lead of the soap opera All My Darlings, one Alexander Darling.

Alex was walking in and smirks as he hears Wyatt with another dig. Alex sits down across the panel and puts on his headset.

Wyatt: Thank you for taking the time after what must have been a draining night as you and Firewoman, the other lead of All My Darlings, defeated the team of Mai Muyo & Stan Fulton.

Alexander: This going to be an all-night running joke Cox or are you going to treat this as a legit use of your time?

Wyatt: Fair enough Alex. You did ask for this time, so let’s start there. Why now? You’ve been awfully quiet when it comes to my opinions of both yourself and your wife so what turned the tide that got you sitting across from me?

Alexander: At first you were just a gnat. And if there’s one thing my family knows about it’s gnats. But then you weren’t going away so I actually had to take time out of my busy schedule and figure out what you were and what your plans were. You have too big a reputation in this business to be a simple leech sucking off the blood of those bigger and better than you so it hit me…you’re a parasite.

Wyatt: Is that so?

Alexander: Look, I get it. Your life has been hard. And you blame yourself for surviving when the love of your life died in front of your eyes and there was nothing you could do about it. Beth was an amazing competitor and she didn’t deserve what happened to her.

Wyatt: No…no, she didn’t.

Alexander: But it did happen Wyatt and this little transference thing you have going on with my wife; it’s gonna stop.

Wyatt: And why is that?

Alexander: Because it is becoming quite clear you don’t know who you’re dealing with.

Wyatt: Pray tell, who am I dealing with?

Alexander: Before I answer that question Wyatt, let’s go back to the fact that you’re a parasite and why I believe that to be case. Parasites can’t think for themselves. They’re mindless germs that find something to feed on and continue to suck for all they are worth until the victim is dried up. The bottom line is neither Fire nor myself are victims. You’ve made some comments recently.

Wyatt: What comments are those?

Alexander: For starters, let’s just focus on what you’ve said this week. First of all, I have never said a single word about you yet you continue to comment on what the DarlingS have said about you. Plural. What Fire says about you is Fire’s opinion and right or wrong, she’s allowed to have it. For point of reference I happen to agree with her, but that’s neither here nor there as I, until, this very moment have never spoken to you so you’ve been putting words in my mouth.

Wyatt: Marriage is a partnership.

Alexander: It is, but it doesn’t mean one speaks for the other so that’s issue one. Issue two is this theory that you know anything about Fire or I and the choices we are making.

Wyatt: Such as?

Alexander: You mention the sacrifices you made to build your business and if for one second you don’t think or realize that everyone makes sacrifices in this business, you’re even more far gone than I had thought. Yes, Fire and I went to Japan early in our careers and if you don’t think that was a sacrifice in and of itself you’re nuts. I sacrificed a career running a multi-billion dollar corporation. Fire sacrificed a burgeoning career in Chikara and Ring of Honor to hone her skills in Japan and become a more well-rounded wrestler. And then to drop some news on you, Fire and I have both sacrificed bigger and better opportunities to leave the OOWF. More money, less travel, guaranteed perks…we’ve both sacrificed those chance because we feel home here.

Wyatt: I didn’t realize…

Alexander: Of course you didn’t because you never fucking bothered to ask the people involved. You’ve watched from a distance and made assumptions. You’ve talked to people who have clear negative opinions of us and taken their word as fact. You relive your past every day and transfer it onto us.

Wyatt: What makes you continue to believe it’s only a matter of transference?

Alexander: Point three and this is going to sound harsh Wyatt and for that, for the person I have become, I am sorry I have to say this. Fire and I are not Beth and Wyatt and I know this because we’ve achieved almost everything there is to in this business while you two never had the chance to achieve anything.

Wyatt: How dare…

Alexander: Play it…

I'm a success, and Mr and Mrs Darling, well, they're just not.

Wyatt: What does that have to do with anything?

Alexander: Four OOWF World Heavyweight Title reigns including the most time as champion by an individual. Four Intercontinental Title reigns. Six Onslaught Title reigns. And 3 Campeonas de Trios reigns. If that’s not a successful lineage, I’m not sure what is Wyatt.

Wyatt: Yet you and Fire together have never won anything.

Alexander: That’s true as of now. But that’s going to change soon enough Wyatt. And it’s going to change because no matter what you may think of us. No matter what you believe Fire and I are capable of, no matter what new friends you’ve made with Stan and Mai and no matter how much you may believe it’s time for us to part ways…it’s not going to happen Wyatt. Fire is not Beth and she’s not going to leave me. I am not you and I will not watch Fire self-destruct in front of my eyes.

Wyatt: I’ve had almost enough with you mentioning something you know nothing about Mr. Darling. And I believe it would be best for you to focus on the present.

Alexander: That’s some solid advice Wyatt, but it’s too late now. You wanted to get involved and believe me, I know you were given a choice if you wanted to continue this relationship with the OOWF, and you continue to make Firewoman and myself targets, well, we’re not bullseyes Mr. Cox. We fire back and if you know anything about either one of us, it’s that it doesn’t really take all that much for our strikes to be quite a bit painful for those standing in the way.

Wyatt: Is that a threat Alex? You threatening a retired, clearly past his prime, simple radio host?

Alexander gets that old smirk as he takes the headphones off and starts to stand up. The security in the room is about to make their way into position but Wyatt waves them off as Alex makes his way around the console and onto Wyatt’s side. Alex gets close enough to Wyatt so his voice can be picked up by the microphone…

Alexander: No threats Wyatt. Just a simple promise. You’ve entered my line of site now and that’s never a good place to be. Remember your place in the grand scheme of things and we won’t have a problem. Continue down this path and ask Poe, ask Eric O’Mac, ask Jonathan Steele, ask Ecosystem if he ever crawls out his hole what Fire and I willing to do to people who cross me and ours. *whispering* Booyah, Wyatt.

*Fade to commercial*

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*Fade in to the OOficial Post-Mayhem Interview Area, where we find El Lobo Sangriento SPEAKING~! with SFJ165...

ELS: ...and then Cap says--

SFJ: Dude. I've told you five times: I haven't seen it yet. Quit spoiling shit.

ELS: Dammit. That's not heel-turn-worthy, is it?

SFJ: No, it's just a dick move. Stop it.

ELS: Consider it stopped. So, I lost to Crowing tonight, eh?

SFJ: Way to get back on track. Yes, you lost. Thoughts?

ELS: Great match against a great opponent. I think the Wolfpack left happy tonight, despite the loss.

SFJ: And what about your opponent next week, Rabbit Mask?

ELS: Another face? I'm pretty sure GM the Selena's daring me to turn at this point.

SFJ: Actually, as of two weeks ago, Rabbit Mask is no longer a face. He's increasingly heelish.

ELS: I thought I'd noticed a change. The old Rabbit Mask would never even consider using White Mist (which causes an immediate concussion, and therefore a prone opponent to do with as he pleases). Not even somewhat sparingly.

SFJ: Agreed. And have you noticed how after entering the ring, he walks to a corner and leans casually against the ropes? No pandering to the crowd? What's up with that?

ELS: I know, right? And what's with the Original 810? It seems like he's using it as a form of further punishment and/or humiliation; often after a previous finisher.

SFJ: That does seem unnecessary. So, can you beat him?

ELS: Yep. I'm gonna go grab a beer. Wanna come with?

SFJ: As long as you promise no more Avengers spoilers.

ELS: You know what? Let's get a beer after the movie. You really need to see it.

SFJ: Sounds good to me.

*Lobo and the SFJ head out of the OOficial Post-Mayhem Interview Area as we *FADE*

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Originally posted by mooseheadjack
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Uniondale, NY

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Rabbit Mask is able to recover to a half-crawling position after Psykle eases himself back into the ring, but not before the ten count comes.
WINNER by countout at 9:42…Psykle!

The bell sounds just as Rabbit Mask pulls himself back into the ring. As Psykle gets to his feet, the referee grabs his arm and raises it. Rabbit Mask, crawling, inches toward them, then delivers a low blow to Psykle. Psykle falls to his knees, then Rabbit gets to his feet and kicks him in the face. Psykle falls to his back as the referee grabs Rabbit to hold him back. Rabbit breaks free to stomp away at Psykle before the referee again grabs onto him. Rabbit gets free again and spins around to blow White Mist into the referee's face. The ref goes limp and hits the mat, then Rabbit demands a microphone. He continues to stomp away at Psykle until a mic is delivered to him.

RM: Crowing, this is just a sample of what you're getting yourself into. By asking for me in this ring, you're signing away your vertabrae. The win doesn't even matter. What matters is teaching you, and everyone like you, that messing with a hare will only land you further down the rabbit hole. Anytime, anywhere, anything goes. Just be sure to pack a neck brace in your suitcase.

Rabbit Mask throws the mic down, then grabs Psykle in a front headlock just as he is getting to his knees. Rabbit pulls him to his feet, then drops him on his head with the White Spike before bailing out of the ring and turning his back to Psykle as he walks to the back.

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Wyatt is in his suite at the Riviera Hotel and Casino. The last ten minutes has been devoted to a rebroadcast of Wednesday's OOWF-TV Exclusive interview and the Sirius/XM broadcast the night before.

... Continue down this path and ask Poe, ask Eric O’Mac, ask Jonathan Steele, ask Ecosystem if he ever crawls out his hole what Fire and I willing to do to people who cross me and ours. *whispering* Booyah, Wyatt.

That was an altercation that aired last night live over Sirius/XM Radio, heard by about 1% of the people that hear this broadcast daily, where the former OOWF World Champion Alexander Darling felt the need to confront this old man over his comments about what I've had to say about them the last few weeks. What he DID say was of course, restate the past.

Yes, I give you credit Mr and Mrs Darling, for staying put. I figured that you had the opportunities to move on and go other places, but I will give you all the credit in the world for staying in the OOWF. I know about that. Beth and I were constantly begged to tour, to visit other promotions, to go around the world. For the reasons that we've stated in the past, we never did them. I couldn't go, and Beth couldn't go alone.

I know neither Mr or Mrs Darling can understand this, but your attempts at calling this transference are ridiculous. Beth and I spent the better part of four years together, we lived together, we worked together, and to be honest, a part of me died that night in the ring. And to be honest, I want to thank you Mr Darling, for showing the most respect for the light of my life than most anyone else has here, including the person who claims to idolize her. But you two can function independently, you can work separate matches, do separate things in your lives. Because of the lot that life dealt Beth and I, we couldn't. And that, my friends, is something that you will never be able to understand.

You call me a parasite, that I focus on you and your wife. In fact, I have devoted very little of my time on the Darling family. I respect the contributions that you and your wife have made to this organization. But as an old foe of mine always said, when an announcer would talk about things that I have done, he would point out that was then, this is now, and what have you done lately.

And this is my biggest problem with the two of you. What have you done lately?

You see, for all the vaunted Darling resources, for all your great talent and skill, you both have been languishing near the bottom of the rankings. I know that tag teams take time to develop, but come on. You two lost to Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams, for crying out loud! That night you proved my point. To be honest, you're growing and developing...and if you prove me wrong, so be it. The night that you and Fire take the tag team titles, I pledge to walk up to both of you and shake your hand and congratulate you on your success. But I don't see that happening for a very long time until you both get your heads back in the game.

And if it offends you that I said that Beth would eat Firewoman's lunch seventeen ways from Sunday and that a third of our roster could have beaten her in fifteen minutes or less, well, we'll never know will we? But guess what, Alex? Beth would have put your shoulders on the mat just as easily. Hell, in my prime I could have taken two out of three from you. That's not to minimize who YOUR are, but to say that the UNWF was just that underrated. Our ratings in the 1988 PWI 500 says all I need to say. If Beth hadn't...been...killed in that ring...how different would things have been...

Oh, one last thing. The fact of the matter is this old, broken down man who talks to over 1.2 million people a week, who built this radio program from scratch without a major broadcaster behind him,-- Rush Limbaugh, owned by Premiere Networks who owns 400 of the radio stations he broadcasts on, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, even the big liberals Ed Schultz and Randi Rhodes, all have big media on their sides with hundreds of stations there just for the taking. We are on just 394 independent radio stations, who don't carry this program because of a mandate from corporate, but because our listeners demand it. These fine radio stations and our wonderful listeners have brought both of you more fans. And if you look at your payouts, more merchandise sales. And all because I tell the truth about your past successes...and your present floundering due to your lack of focus.

You both have worked hard. I applaud that. Now to steal a line from some of your old foes, work smarter, not harder. That'll be the only way that Phoenix Rising will ever win the gold. And if any of your opponents listen to what I know and what I've seen over the past few weeks, well, your road will be a whole lot rougher.

We'll get back to the news in a moment, but a word about a new advertiser. Write this down. Zevia. Z-E-V-I-A. I spent some time with an old friend in Las Vegas and she turned me on to this brand new all natural sugar free soda. If you've walked away from Soda because of the processed sugar or worse, High Fructose Corn Syrup, give Zevia, naturally sweetened with Stevia a try. For all the information go online to Zevia dot com, or pick up Zevia at Albertsons, Krogers, Price Chopper, Ralphs, Whole Foods, and other quality Supermarkets. Take it from me and my friends in Regeneration X, Zevia Ginger Root Beer is awesome!

A recorded commercial plays as Wyatt leans back and closes his eyes...

They're playing right into our hands, Legs. This is gonna be fun. By the time I'm done, our legacy will be secure...

The commercial ends and over generic rock music clips are heard of the last 24 hour of interviews

Wyatt: I know what it takes to win in the ring, what positives any competitor has, and what weaknesses. I'm a success, and Mr and Mrs Darling, well, they're just not.

Alexander: Beth was an amazing competitor and she didn’t deserve what happened to her.

Wyatt: Is that a threat Alex? You threatening a retired, clearly past his prime, simple radio host?

Alexander: Remember your place in the grand scheme of things and we won’t have a problem. *whispering* Booyah, Wyatt.


Waitwaitwaitwait, stop the music. I know why he's mad! Oh. My. God. I apologize Alex. I engaged in one of the worst sins in professional wrestling today. Catchphrase infringement.

Wyatt: I'm a success, and Mr and Mrs Darling, well, they're just not.

I am so sorry. Hopefully we'll hear from Mrs Darling and find out if her husband's assertions against me ...SPARKLE with her. Heheheheh..

American Sunrise for a Thursday morning, the 17th day of May. On world markets the price of oil continues to sink faster than Chris Jericho's career...

The program continues as we.....

FADE

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~~~ Bridgette is walking down The Hallway (tm) where she runs into Lucky. Literally. He turned the corner with his head in a stack of statistical analysis papers. ~~~

Lucky: Oh my GOd, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there

Bridgette: I'm fine. You can actually help me.

Lucky: Me? Wha?

Bridgette: Firewoman and Alex are teaming with Chad and Zane this week. I'm working on scheduling some sparring sessions, I was wondering what you had going for them this week?

Lucky: Well, I try and keep her on a strict schedule, which she routinely ignores.

Bridgette: (laughing) Yeah I get that impression. Let's try this, are there any certain times I should NOT try and schedule things?

Lucky: Well, she likes her morning runs, and usually takes a trip to some local shrine or temple to meditate, that's usually early in the week.

Bridgette: Good. Is Alex in?

Lucky: I... I think so. Down that hall, last door on the left.

Bridgette: Thank ya Hon.

~~~ She gives him a pat on the arm, which startles him, Lucky obviously isn't used to female interaction, and heads to the Darling Luxury Suites. She knocks, and a voice on the other side yells to come in. She opens the door and we find Alex, on a table covered in a towel, in the midst of a massage~~~

Alex: Oh, I was expecting...

Bridgette: Someone else obviously.

Alex: I'm sorry, give me a moment.

~~~ The masseuse pulls a curtain, and we see shadows of Alex moving around behind the curtain. He emerges in a pair of shorts and his Run DEA jersey ~~~

Alex: I'm sorry about that, what can I do for you.

Bridgette: Really just looking to schedule a couple sparring sessions with Zane and Chad.

Alex: I'm sure we'll do just fine without them. Odds are it turns into a free-for-all in the first five minutes.

Bridgette: At first glance, I thought so too. But looking a little deeper, the Hawaii'ans and Mai tend to keep things straight up in these situations. There's a good chance it stays clean for quite some time.

Alex: Yeah, well. We'll see. I'm sure Lisa will be talking to Chad soon enough anyway.

Bridgette: You're still jealous of Chad? You know he's not interested in her at all anymore.

Alex: So he says.

Bridgette: So he's been saying for over a year now.

Alex: Bets with French maid outfits aren't all that convincing. And it goes deeper than that with him.

Bridgette: Run DEA?

Alex: You know nothing about that.

Bridgette: I know this. The Alexander Darling that was World Champion last year and helped lead the charge against Ecosystem, that defended his wife's honor against Tytan, is a different man than the one in the Rise and Fall of Run DEA DVDs. I think you're a changed man. I think you're a better man.

Alex: I'd like to think so.

Bridgette: Then can you not accept that Chad and Zane both have changed since then as well? I know, they left. They came back and turned on you directly. But that didn't work out for them. They went away and came back different men. Zane and Chad both have a ton of respect for you.

Alex: Chad is arrogant.

Bridgette: He is a little. I'll grant you that. He'll grant you that. But... the same is said about you.

Alex: I back it up.

Bridgette: With all due respect, so do Zane and Chad.

Alex: My numbers aren't inflated. I've earned my spot.

Bridgette: Is That what this is about? Your place on the all-time Champions list? I would have thought you were more secure than that.

Alex: I am secure. I just think that certain things should count more than others.

Bridgette: You are putting too much stock into stats. This is wrestling. Numbers make for nice bullet points during promos, but the real numbers that matter are 1, 2 and 3.

Alex: Of course I know that. And Phoenix Rising will be the ones getting that 3 count and winning those titles next. We will complete our Grand Slams, and You need to keep your boys out of our way. Now if you'll excuse me, I am still paying for her time.

~~~ Bridgette nods and heads out the door. Alex goes behind the curtain and assumes his place on the massage table as we fade..... ~~~

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An INC comes down the hallway to parking garage and we here the familiar tunes of Skee-Lo's "I Wish" youtu.be/Zyf0YwUJcqk playing.

The viewpoint is low and we see a pair of stacked heels strutting down the hall way. The camera pans up and we see Crowing smiling broadly. he catches a basketball thrown from off-screen, dribbles it around a bit then shoots a nice 10ft hoop on the opposite side of the parking garage as we exit the hallway.

A particularly attractive RNSF journalist comes up to Crowing but he pats her on the ass and makes the "I'll call you" motion.

He stops by his car, a '64 Impala opens the driver side door and lifts a top hat out of the car. He drops the top hat and holds a charicature voodoo doll of Rabbit Mask in one hand. He lifts a baseball bat out of the car, tosses the voodoo doll into the air and smacks it to pieces, the Rabbit Mask portion splitting in half and skidding across the parking garage.

Crowing smiles at the camera, gets in the car and speeds off.

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Selena's office door opens, and Lucky and Firewoman walk in. Chuckles and Firewoman lock eyes, and whatever passes between them sends Chuckles scurrying out of the room.

GMtSa-T: Have a seat, Fire.

FW: You know, I have training to do. Lucky has this thing about schedules--

GMtSa-T: This will only take a minute.

FW: Get the INCs out of here, I said--

GMtSa-T: I know what you said. And, since you refuse to let them follow you around, we have to cash in on your popularity in other ways.

FW: Such as?

GMtSa-T crosses her arms as only a teenager can and indicates she's not going any further until Firewoman sits down. Fire rolls her eyes, and sits down.

GMtSa-T: We've booked you to do an interview on a radio show.

FW: ....

L: ....

FW: You're kidding...Not--

GMtSa-T: "American Sunrise with Wyatt Cox" streaming live on --

Firewoman stands up and kicks over her chair.

FW: Abso-fucking-lutely not.

GMtSa-T: Abso-fucking-lutely yes. *giggles* You will do a phone interview and--

L: Selena, my client can't do phone interviews and we can get Dr. Freedman to sign off on that.

GMtSa-T: Fine. Then it'll be face to face. In the studio.

L: Again, Selena, my client--

FW: Fine.

L & GMtSa-T: Huh?

FW: Fine, it's what he wants anyway.

L: Um, which he....Wyatt he, or He he?

FW: Wyatt he. Although *listening* He-he is okay with it too. Not that I care.

L: Fire...*takes her aside and whispers but not so softly we can't hear*...Boss...this isn't a good idea. I mean...I know you're doing well with your temper and all--

FW: He's just a radio DJ who's got some sort of transparency about his dead partner.

L: Not transparency. Transference. And Dr. Freedman says that's a very dangerous thing to play with.

FW: Who says I'll be playing?

L: I believe I know you pretty well....

FW: Whatever. I'll go, I'll answer questions, he'll get a ratings pop and work out whatever issues he's got, I'll come home.

L: You REALLY think that's how this is going to play out.

FW: Trust me?

Firewoman flashes a million dollar smile that works usually on others, but not on Lucky.

L: One condition.

FW: What?

L: *louder, to Selena* Okay, fine. She'll do it.

GMtSa-T: That was easy...

L: ONLY if I go to...to make sure everything stays...calm.

GMtSa-T: I'm not paying for travel for two.

L: Then no deal.

FW: Do I not get a say?

L: No.

Selena thinks about this for a minute.

GMtSa-T: Fine. You both go. I'll get with the radio station's people and we'll work out the whens and wheres.

FW: Can I go train now?

GMtSa-T: Yeah, after you put my chair back where you found it.

Firewoman looks at it for a minute, then at Selena, smirks, and walks out. Lucky shakes his head, still clearly unhappy about all of this, and also leaves. Selena calls Chuckles back in and makes him set the chair back up.

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Wyatt is in his home office in East Ely Nevada reviewing what appears to be spreadsheets on his computer and smiling. He is interrupted by the phone ringing

Good afternoon, American Sunrise Productions, this is Wyatt. Yes, good to hear from you Mrs al-Tikriti...alright, then, Selena. Well, not to sound all Brodius Clay, but my mama always taught me to be polite to women. Oh she did? Excellent. Oh? OH! Nononono, I'm not set up here for in-studio guests. No, let me think a minute. (Wyatt smiles) Wait, I have it. I'll set up a live event for Wednesday morning in Hartford. I'll call my friends at the Bushnell Theater there and get the big hall. A live broadcast on our 397 radio stations and OOWF-TV. We'll make it a benefit for the Connecticut Humane Society and Covenant House. And it'll help pump your Sunday night Pay-per-View in Boston. How can she turn that down. You'll see? Wait, she was willing to come to a small radio studio and face me behind closed doors, but not in public? You're her boss. Yes, I know, but still. You'll do it. Great. Let me get started on the arrangements. Thanks!

Wyatt hangs up the phone and picks up the intercom

Hi, change of plans. Call the Bushnell and tell them we're picking up our option for the Mortenson Hall. Grab the UPS order and change the number of free tickets from two pair per station to five pair. Then call Kevin Ryan over at Covenant House and let them know that a good sized check should be coming their way. Oh, email the stations production departments and let them know we'll be having a revised commercial coming their way in about five minutes, OK? Thanks!

Wyatt hangs up his phone and slides the chair across the room to a different computer, this one with a microphone attached. He clicks a few buttons and begins to speak:

Hi, Wyatt Cox, American Sunrise, letting you know about the big live show in Hartford Wednesday morning, May 23rd, now moved to the BIG Mortensen Hall in the Bushnell. Our special guest, the OOWF Star Firewoman, ready to answer the tough questions in PERSON that we've been asking over the air. Proceeds benefit the Connecticut Humane Society and Covenant House. For tickets go online to bushnell dot org.
American Sunrise Live with me, Wyatt Cox, and special Guest OOWF star Firewoman. Pre-show 6:30am with the live show at 7. See you at the Bushnell in Hartford Wednesday morning!

Wyatt makes a few clicks on the computer, then picks up the phone

Alright, all is set. Oh, call Ray Dunaway at WTIC and tell him the old man will be in town and will come sit in with him if he wants. It'll be fun. Oh, by the way, change my reservations for three nights, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and make the flight going out on Monday. Then going Thursday afternoon into Boston through the weekend. Three tickets and two rooms. Yes, I said three. Don't get too excited, this is work. Oh, I know you'll have fun. Trust me.

Wyatt hangs up the phone, and turns to a picture of Beth Banner..

Looks like the turns are coming fast and furious, eh Legs?

Wyatt turns back to his spreadsheet as we...

FADE

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"It seems Mr.Taylor and I are both in pursuit of Matt Folz and the Intercontinental Title.

The mute's issue seems to be with Folz personally, and his alliance with the new guard. It's a philisophical divergance separating the two.

My issue with little Matty is simple. He is Intercontinental Champion. I set taking that title as my goal, and he happens to be the man in my way. It's not personal, it's just how things have to be.

We both earned title shots, although strong & silent rode my coattails to his.

Here is the part where I am supposed to say you can have Folz when I'm done with him, when I have his title and have left him vulnerable.

Fuck all of that shit.

The only thing I am willing to let you have Danny, is the ass-kicking of a lifetime this week. I plan on making an example of you. A preview of upcoming events for little Matty. I will levae you broken and beaten in the ring, hurting so bad, even the mute will beg me to end his suffering.

Matt Folz, Danny Taylor I look forward to the fight. You have no idea the pain I am about to cause you. Neither of you will back down. Both of you will fight back. I like that. because then, I can make you feel even more of my pain. "

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Wyatt Cox is sitting in his office...I assume he has one. Anyway, he does for the next 10 to 15 minutes. So there's a knock on the door, followed by it immediately opening. He looks up to see a very handsome, Banderas-esque face peeking in.

L: Mr. Cox? You're assistant was out, so I just took the liberty of knocking...do you have a minute?

WC: Um..sure...Mr....

Lucky extends his hand as he walks in, wearing a very expensive Italian suit.

L: Gutierrez...Eugenio Gutierrez is my actual name, but you can call me--

WC: Ah, of course...Lucky! Do come in, have a seat.

He does, and some niceties are exchanged.

WC: Now, Mr. Gutierrez...

L: Please...Lucky.

WC: Fine...Lucky...I'm sure you did not fly all the way out here to ask about the weather. I assume this has to do with your boss's upcoming interview. I know you are skeptical, but please know, I have the best of intentions.

Lucky studies him in a way that makes Wyatt shift uncomfortably in his seat. Then he smiles.

L: Mr. Cox, I am certain you do have the very best of intentions. For yourself. I'm going to cut to the chase. My client is many things. Stupid, she is not. However ... she can often be dismissive of threats to her well being.

WC: I assure you, Lucky, I am no such threat.

L: Be that as it may...my job is to keep an eye out for anything...ANYTHING...that might cause her the least amount of trouble. I slipped up once...I'm not going to do it again. If that makes me a little overprotective then...so be it.

WC: So what does that mean?

L: Let me put it right out there. I am not at all comfortable with this little interview. I am even more uncomfortable with this circus that you've now created around it. However, my boss is stubborn, and insistent on going through with this. So this is our rider, with a list of things to make this experience safe and pleasant for all concerned.

WC: Please, Lucky. I assure you. Your boss is safe with me.

L: It is not her safety that I am concerned about.

Lucky hands Wyatt a sheet of paper.

WC: Is this where she insists on all red M&Ms in the green room? *He peruses the list*

L: It's fairly straightforward, if not a bit unusual. No loud noises, no surprises, no approaching from behind, no touching--

WC: I've not actually seen those on any riders before.

L: My boss has PTSD.

WC: She also has pyro. How does that not--

L: She knows exactly when that happens during her entrance. Remind me to tell you what happened to the sound tech that messed it up once.

WC: I see....

L: Also, I will be with her constantly, and any changes to the pre-arranged set up will go through and be approved by me.

WC: That's a little unusual as well.

L: If you go back in your OOWF history, you'll notice one constant. I am the only one who has ever been able to calm her down. Ever. Alex and Alexis have had their moments, but ... trust me on this one, Mr. Cox. Things will go much more smoothly if I'm there. Even though she's been much more calm lately.

WC: *shakes his head* I had no idea she was so fragile.

L: *batistalaughs* Fragile? My dear Mr. Cox...if that is what you think....well, this TRULY will be an interesting interview. Well, I have to get back to the OOWF.

Lucky stands and extends his hand. Wyatt does as well, somewhat more slowly.

WC: Well, we'll certain do our best, Lucky. Let me just ask you though...why you?

L: I'm sorry?

WC: I have watched OOWF for a while and I HAVE noticed...why are you the only one she listens to, and seemingly, the only one she really trusts?

Lucky merely smiles at Wyatt, tips an imaginary hat, and walks out of the office.

[BookerShark]

Wyatt is on the intercom in his home office in East Ely, Nevada.

Smart thinking, but next time, let me KNOW when you're bailing out like that. Yes, you're right, he shouldn't see you yet. This one is smart enough he could connect all the dots before we're ready. But then, by the time the trap is sprung, it'll be too late. Just be a little more aware. Check the trip alarms at the end of the drive. We should have had more time. Are all the travel arrangements set? Excellent.

Wyatt hangs up the intercom as we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Stank and the OOWF World Champion are sitting in LD's locker room when Attitude adjuster BURSTS in, interrupting their conversation.*

AA - You know I was kidding right?

*Stank and LD stare at Attitude Adjuster in confusion.*

Stank - You talking to me?

AA - No... HIM!

Stank - HIM???

AA - HIM! *points to LD*

Stank - Oh.. all yours buddy.

LDW - Thanks... what is it Alan.

AA - I didn't mean what I said... er... wrote.

LDW - Okay. Pretend like I don't know what the HELL you're talking about? Cause I don't.

AA - Geez you don't watch the product?

LDW - Excuse me?

*Attitude Adjuster whirls around and screams.*

AA - OKAY! STOP YELLING!

*Stank and LD look alarmed as the peek around AA to see who he is shouting at. A cardboard cutout lies on the floor near the entrance.*

AA - FINE! I'll pick you up ya big BABY!

*Stank points at AA as he lifts the cardboard cutout and props it up by a potted plant.*

Stank - Hey! Me and Lock got a match against those two at the anniversary show.

AA - SEE! HE pays attention!

Stank - Always.

AA - But our WORLD CHAMPION can't be BOTHERED to watch a promo!

LDW - Uh huh.

AA - One where I called into question your promonating skills OR LACK THEREOF!

LDW - I see.

AA - I take it back! I DID mean what I said... when I said... what I... said.

LDW - Which was....?

AA - WATCH a DAMN REPLAY of the PROMO if you want to know so badly!

LDW - I really don't.

AA - Of COURSE you don't. You wouldn't recognize a brilliant promo if it dropped from the ceiling and landed in your lap. I used a notepad! A DAMN NOTEPAD! I scribbled a promo on a notepad better than any promo you've ever, EVAR~! uttered in your whole career! And guess what....? Off the top of my head. THAT'S RIGHT! I just thought up that whole thing on the fly. I KID YOU NOT!

LDW - You're hurting my feelings Alan.

AA - *mockingly* Oh am I hurting your feelings? The big bad LD Williams can't handle humble pie from a pen?

*Suddenly from under a nearby table, Stanley the duck waddles out into their midst.*

Stanley - QUACK!

*Stank and LD Williams BUST OUT LAUGHING as AA looks at the duck and the two of them in confusion.*

AA - Why is that funny?

*AA's question just sends LD Williams and Stank into further fits of laughter. Attitude Adjuster uncomfortably begins to giggle, as if he is in on the joke. Soon all three men are in hysterics, as the cardboard cutout of Johnny Adrenaline stares at them unblinking. After a minute of holding his gut Stank rises to his feet. He helps LD Williams who has been rolling around on the floor, up to his feet. LD and Stank stare with amusement as Alan recovers from his laughter... which just starts to take a few seconds too long.*

AA - Ha! Ha! Ha! QUACK! HA! HA! What a riot, huh? Am I right?

*Stank and LD simply continue to stare at Attitude Adjuster until his laughter subsides into nervous silence. A few heartbeats later Stank smiles.*

Stank - C'mon Alan we'll by you a beer. We got the New Guard up next... bring the duck.

*Stank and LD Williams walk out leaving Attitude Adjuster alone with Stanley and the cardboard cutout.*

AA - Shut the fuck up, Johnny.

Stanley - QUACK!

AA - You too.

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Fade in to the Destroyatorium in the Hartford Civic Center, where we find El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~! a beer and DESTROYING~! the competition in a game of darts…

ELS: And that’s 180 for the win. Again?

*Dashing Victor Deniro silently approaches the dart board, pulls Lobos darts out and hands them to Lobo before stepping up to the line to start a new game. (For the record, he throws 1, 12, complete miss that bounces off the wall and hits the floor.)

ELS: No need to rub it in, eh?

DVD: Rub what in? That was a terrible turn.

ELS: Yeah, I was talking to…nevermind.

DVD: Just shoot. And hey, about next week’s match. Rabbit Mask seems to be coming unglued lately. Are you sure you can handle him?

*Lobo pauses before throwing his first dart and looks at Vic…

ELS: He’s a rabbit. I’m a wolf. Do the math. Next week at Mayhem, Rabbit Mask will get oWned.

*Without taking his eyes off of Vic, Lobo throws each of his darts, all three hitting the bullseye.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

<we cut to a bar in Port Chester, New York where Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is sitting drinking>

ABFD: You call THAT party likker? Son that tastes like squirrel piss!

Bartender: Sir…….that was Everclear

ABFD: Ever what now?

Bartender: Everclear…….190 proof……almost pure grain alcohol!

ABFD: Nuh uh…….son, you wanna see what REAL alcohol tastes like, try somma this

<Awesome Bill grabs the bartender, tips the bottle up and forces him to drink some. The bartender swallows hard, wobbles a bit, then passes out>

ABDF: <shaking his head sadly> Aww son…..that was just a little bit! You ain’t worth a damn. <Bill turns to the rest of the bar> WHO WANTS TO PAR-TAY? <no one responds and Bill begins to get agitated> OH I SEE! NONE OF Y’ALL YANKEES KNOW HOW TO THROW DOWN! WELL OK THEN……..<Bill looks around, and sees a man with a broken leg sitting at a table drinking. He looks out the window and spots his motorized rascal. >

ABFD: HELL YEAH! I’M WILDER ‘N HELL!

<Bill snatches the key off the table and runs……well, stumbles…..out the door and hops onto the rascal and burns out of the parking lot……well…..as much as a rascal can. The picture fast forwards, showing that we are actually watching this, I am sure that will be explained later. The picture plays again, and we see Awesome Bill rolling down the street, swaying on the rascal, and drinking pine cone party likker and yelling at any one who listens. Meanwhile, the New York Police are following behind him………slowly>

Police: SIR! PULL THE RASCAL TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

ABFD: HELL NO!! GIMME BACK MY BULLETS!

Police 2: HE HAS A GUN!

Police 1: No……that was Skynyrd

ABFD: CALL ME THE BREEZE!! WHOOO! IMA……..IMA GONNA………UHHHHHH…..

<Awesome Bill appears to nod off a bit, and the rascal turns the corner and approaches the Connecticut state line. Bill wakes up as the rascal crosses the line, and the battery dies. He hops off the rascal, reinvigorated by the nap, and turns to face the assembled New York Police>

ABFD: HELL YEAH! YOU SEE THAT LINE RIGHT CHERE? CROSS THAT SUMBITCHIN LINE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! WHOOOOO! YEAH! AWESOME BILL IS WILDER N HELL! THEM DAWGS IS HELL DON’T THEY! I’M ABOUT TO WHUP UP SOME YANKEE ASS!!! IT'S ON LIKE SHAUN SIMPSON WHAT COME DOWN TO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP CLASS RASSLIN AND SISSIFY IT ALL UP! THESE COLORS DON’T RU…………..AAAHAHAHHGHGHDHSHSHHHSHSHSH

<the little show of bravado is interrupted by the Connecticut Police tasering the holy shit out of Awesome Bill and tackling him to the ground. Roughly. They slam his head into the ground a few times, cuff him, then throw him into the back of the police car…….roughly>

<Time shifts again, and we are in GM Selena’s office where she is sitting behind the desk with her head in her hands, while Awesome Bill stands before her, still twitching from the effects of being tasered……and probably the pine cone party likker>

GMS: <Without looking up> You are on the verge of being banned from the state of New York

ABFD: Never cared to consort with those of the Yankee persuasion anyhow

GMS: <still not looking up> you are being charged with transporting a lethal substance across state lines

ABFD: The party likker? Them damn sissified Yankees! That wasn’t even the good stuff!

GMS: Last week you tried to attack a shark…….

ABFD: Uh……I thought it was a Dracula?

GMS: This week you lead a high speed……well you lead a chase on a major road, drunk off y our ass on a rascal

ABDF: Just like home! WHOOOO! I got me a rascal-canoe-rascal at home. That sumbitch is outstandener than hell

GMS: Every time I think you cannot possibly be this stupid……..you prove me wrong

ABFD: HELL YEAH!

GMS: GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!! YOU ARE LUCKY I DON’T FIRE YOUR ASS!

<Awesome Bill shrugs his shoulders and walks out the door, where SFJ 100 Proof stops him>

SFJ100P: Bill, you face Psykle this week, what are your comments?

ABFD: A motorcycle? Like one a them, Paul County Choppers? Them sumbitches are badder n hell! I get one of them? OUT DAMN STANDENER!

<SFJ100P just shakes her head as Bill stumbles down the hall celebrating the fact that he thinks he is getting a motorcycle for MidWeek Mayhem, and we………fade>

[BookerShark]

**Stank, L.D. Williams are headed for their drink, with AA trailing behind, when they walk past SFJ#47, standing in front of an OOWF banner.**

SFJ#47: “This wee, three members of the New Guard - Chris Evans, Matt Folz, and JP Sparxx, will face my guests at this time - Attitude Adjuster, Stank, and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion L.D. Williams.”

S: “Guests? We’re promoting?”

LDW: “Apparently.”

AA: <jogging up> “Damn right we’re promotificating! This is going to be the promo to end all promos! We - wait. No. I’m not promotificating. You do it, Mr. World champion too busy to watch the product.”

LDW: “Alan, you’ve cut probably three dozen promo’s about my inability to promo.”

AA: “Promotificate.”

LDW: “That. How the hell am I supposed to know which one you’re apologising for?”

AA: “Exactly my point - you should know!”

LDW: <sigh>“Whatever. Shall we?”

S: “Be my guest.”

LDW: <turns to face the camera> “You can call us Legends. You can call us Icons. You can call us two six packs and an old guy.”

AA: “HEY!”

LDW: “But when you look at the greatest moments in OOWF history you see-”

AA: <grabbing the microphone from Williams> “You see The Chickenshit Heels. You see Attitude Adjuster. You see Former OOWF Tag Team Champion and DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion But Now Spokesman for The Great Canadian Bagel Restaurant #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast. You see - What?”

**Both L.D. and Stank are glaring at AA.**

AA: “He was blowing it - I had to step in.”

S: <yanking away the mic> “Let’s pretend that what Alan was trying to say is that there is a lot of history on this team. We’ve been allies, we’ve been enemies, we’ve made each other’s careers by trying to end them. The New Guard will tell you they’re younger, they’re faster - they are. Our advantage is experience.”

LDW: “Stank and I have seen it all, done it all, and bought the better T-shirts. While Methuselah here-”

AA: “HEY!”

S:<sigh> “New Guard, the bottom line is this-”

Stanley the Duck: “Quack!”

LDW: “Exactly - the duck says it all.”

AA: “Better than you ever could.”

S: “I really need a drink.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Originally posted by Matte
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Uniondale, NY

[...]

Rabbit Mask is able to recover to a half-crawling position after Psykle eases himself back into the ring, but not before the ten count comes.
WINNER by countout at 9:42…Psykle!

[...]

Rabbit Mask throws the mic down, then grabs Psykle in a front headlock just as he is getting to his knees. Rabbit pulls him to his feet, then drops him on his head with the White Spike before bailing out of the ring and turning his back to Psykle as he walks to the back.

Once backstage, a reporter shoves a microphone in Rabbit's face an starts with the questions.

R: Rabbit Mask, it looks like you're very focused on a future match against Crowing. Do you think this will hurt your performance in matches leading up to that?

RM: You tell me if it's hurting my performance. Who's back here talking to you, and who's still laying in the ring trying to shake off a concussion? My performance can't be diminished, and if you're suggesting that I'm going to mindfuck myself over this Crowing shit, you're dead wrong. I had to accept his offer to humiliate him one-on-one. I just used the nearest body as the exclamation mark.

R: Fair enough. It's looking like you may be scheduled to wrestle El Lobo Sangriento next week. He's a tough competitor and...

RM: I just dropped a 7 foot 3, 425 pound giant on his head, and you want me to be intimidated by this guy? Look, I'm sure El Lobo is a toughie, but he's not the best wrestler in the world.

R: Ok, you lost your last two matches, so...

RM: You know what? I'm done with the questions. I wasn't involved in the Ghosthead/Crowing nonsense, and I did exactly what I wanted to do to Psykle just now. I don't lose, I just have slightly different intentions than the guys I've been in the ring with, and I carry them out in my own ways. One of those ways being on a stretcher. Maybe one will carry El Lobo out next week.

Rabbit Mask pushes the reporter aside and walks away as we fade.

[BookerShark]

We open on an exterior shot of Wyatt Cox's home in East Ely Nevada. He is leaving accompanied by...Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo?

Stan:[/b] That's amazing that you brought them...

Wyatt:[/b] Hang on, Ninjas at 10 o'clock, and an SFJ with them!

Mai:[/b] How did they know we were here?

Stan:[/b] Totally my fault. I shouldn't have told my service.

Wyatt:[/b] You still have a service?

Stan:[/b] Old friends of the family. You know how that goes.

SFJ:[/b] Excuse me, can we talk?

Wyatt:[/b] We are talking, you're interrupting. May I help you?

SFJ:[/b] Why are Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo here in EE-Lie, Nevada.

Wyatt:[/b] No, we're in East Ely. Ely's a mile that way. And it's pronounced E-LEE, not E-LIE. It rhymes with Steely, like Stan Fulton's arms here.

Stan:[/b] Thank you for the compliment.

SFJ:[/b] Be that as it may, why are you all here.

Wyatt:[/b] In case you didn't know, I LIVE HERE!

Stan:[/b] And Mai and I wanted to avail ourselves of Mr Cox's kind invitation to check out his facilites and his regiments. To be honest, I'm exceedingly impressed.

Mai:[/b] I never encountered anything like that in my life. I feel ten times stronger.

Wyatt:[/b] My training regiments include methods to strengthen without losing flexibility, speed, and most importantly, mental toughness and regiment.

Stan:[/b] I must admit, after we reviewed the tape of our loss last week to Firewoman and her husband, I was amazed at the points that we lost our focus and attention.

Wyatt:[/b] Diversion is one of a wrestler's greatest allies, but it is also one of your greatest foes.

Mai:[/b] And his students are...

Wyatt:[/b] (Interrupting) Mai, remember, privacy.

Mai:[/b] Right. Any person who wants to become – or already is a wrestler could benefit from some time under Mr. Cox's tutelage.

Wyatt:[/b] You're very kind, Mai. Now, young lady, if you will excuse me, these two have a trip to the airport.

The three enter Wyatt's RAV4

SFJ:[/b] Wait, you're taking an Electric SUV to Las Vegas? 270 miles?

Wyatt:[/b] No, these two are flying out of the local airport six miles away in 90 minutes. Don't tell me you flew into Las Vegas?

SFJ:[/b] I Couldn't find E-Lie on the map.

Wyatt:[/b] (Looking directly into the Ninjacam:) Miss Selena, you really need to upgrade your travel agency...and your girls....

The door on the RAV4 closes as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

**Attitude Adjuster, Stank, and L.D. Williams finally arrive somewhere for their drink. L.D. and Stank order beer. AA starts to order, but stops mid-sentence, mouth hanging open and staring off into space.**

S: “What’s with him?”

LDW: “I can’t remember what AA drinks.”

S: “What’s that got to do with-oh.”

LDW: “Any ideas?”

S: “I’m about as real as he is.”

LDW: “I need someone to bounce ideas off. One figment to another?”

S: “Fine. Uhh…I think I remember something about wine…”

LDW: “Not this AA - he’s more likely to go for that Pine Cone Party Crap.”

S: “You don’t want to throw AA a bone like that. You know he’s going to out-promo you. Why make it easy for him?”

LDW: “True. It’s gotta be something he can use for a cheap pop, right?”

S: “Whatever. Just pick something before Kay shows up.”

LDW: “She hasn’t been around much lately - I think she’s dating Fulton.”

S: “Fine. Pick something because watching him frozen in mid-sentence is creeping me the fuck out.”

LDW: “Alright. Got it.”

AA: “-a beer. But none of that imported Canadian crap. Something brewed here in the good old U S of A!”

S: “-”

LDW: “Wait for it…”

<cheap pop>

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Wyatt is sitting on a rock formation atop Squaw Peak, just north of Ely and East Ely Nevada, Elevation 7925 feet. Dawn is breaking...

My home is 1500 feet below us here, down in the valley here. Once dawn breaks, the sun takes another 20 to 30 minutes to clear the mountain range and illuminate the valley. The feeling of light, indirect sunlight without the sun is unusual. It was one of the things that drew me here.

I hated cities, so when I didn't need to remain in Las Vegas and one of my radio stations suggested I move here, it didn't take much convincing. Big cities are so impersonal...here, everyone knows you. It's warm, it's friendly, it's family.

When the suits, er, the advertising people brought me the deal with the OOWF, I told them I'd need to think about it. I came up here to talk to Beth. I talk to her a lot, She doesn't answer much, but when I told her about the deal and that I was going to turn it down she said NO. We argued, well, as much as you can argue with someone who's not there. It wouldn't work, I told her, I needed her, she wasn't here...

And in that moment, the empty place that had been a gaping hole for 25 years was filled with her warmth. She said to me, “You can do it. It's your life. It's your love. It's our life.”

But I said, it killed you. She said to me...she said...I'll always be there for you.

Beth told me, be like me. Don't be afraid. The pain is temporary. Our legacy is forever. Be strong for us. Never surrender. Never let them see you sweat. I told her we're not selling deodorant here.

She didn't like that joke.

She told me, stay cool, calm, and collected. You know that gets under their skins more than anything.

So here I am, one day past 58, back in a kids business. Am I afraid? You damn betcha. Am I scared? Not at all. Because Legs is with me here, in my heart.

I only hope she's enough....

Wyatt turns to bask in the sunrise as we....

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a private jet somewhere between East Ely, Nevada and Hartford, CT. Lounging in the cabin are New Guard members Mai Muyo and Stan Fulton.

SF: "I think I learned more about strength and conditioning in those few hours than I have in my whole career."

MM: "I was really fun! I liked the focus drills, too. Are we going to work with Mr. Cox some more?"

SF: "His people are talking to my people."

MM: "You have people?"

SF: "Well, ... one. Martha Rodriguez still works for 10,000 Lakes Enterprises LLC. I think I had her hire a small office staff. I still can't get used to a company named after Minnesota with its main office in Miami."

MM: "I've never been to Minnesota. It's cold there, right?"

SF: "Most of the winter, yes. But otherwise its very warm and humid. The average daily high and humidity in Minneapolis is in the mid-80s during the summer. But that's about 150 miles from where I'm from."

Fulton sits thinking for a minute.

SF: "I've got an idea."

Fulton signals the cockpit.

SF: "Pilot. Please see if DLH can find a landing time for us and alter course, please."

MM: "DLH?"

SF: "Duluth International Airport. We're going to visit my hometown. And then, we'll take a ride up north and visit Ely, Minnesota for kicks."

MM: "Cool! Is it snowing there?"

Fulton just shakes his head as we FADE to an exterior view from the plane as it arrives late to Duluth and the view PANS to this and then FADES.

[BookerShark]

El Lobo and DVD finish up the round of darts, and head over to a table where Danny Taylor sits watching Ricky Soaring Eagles promo. He just kind of smirks and shakes his head.

Lobo: That is one angry man.

Danny nods. He then makes the motion of a belt around his waist.

Lobo: Yup, looks like you and him have your eyes set on the same belt.

Danny nods again, then points to his heart.

DVD: It is a little more personal to you. Ricky was right about one thing, you will not back down from a fight. As for the feeling his pain thing? Well, we are no strangers to pain around here.

Danny rubs the scars on his neck, Vic rubs his chest where he was shot, and Lobo rubs his forehead that has busted open on more than one occasion.

DVD: Pain is only temporary. At Midweek Mayhem, Ricky you are just a man between Danny getting his hands on Matt Folz. You want him to feel pain? He says you better be ready to get as good as you can give.

Danny mouths the word Boom as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

Justin Sane is seen sitting in catering, he appears to be sharpening some wooden stakes. Matt Folz comes by, and stops seeing what is going on.

Folz: What the hell are you doing?

Justin: Getting ready to fight Shark Dracula this week.

Folz: He's not a real Dracula, he's just Rus....

Folz's words are cut off by Ricky Soaring Eagle charging into him knocking Folz off his feet, and causing the IC title to smash Justin in the head knocking him down and landing on his chest. A ref slides in and makes the three count.

Your winner and new OOWF DDT Ironman Heavymetal Champion, the OOWF Intercontinental Championship

Ghosthead is walking by at this point, and pauses to look at the chaos. Rabbit Mask nails him from behind and brainbusters him onto the ground causing the Onslaught title to land on the Intercontinental one. The ref shrugs and makes the three count.

Your winner and new OOWF DDT Ironman Heavymetal Champion, the OOWF Onslaught Championship

At this point, LD Williams walks into the room. He pauses, taking in the scene, shrugs his shoulders and drops the World Title onto the Onslaught title. The ref looks at him and raises an eyebrow. LD shrugs and motions for him to count. The ref complies.

Your winner and new OOWF DDT Ironman Heavymetal Champion, the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Before anyone can react, Stanley waddles in and sits on the world title. The ref makes the count.

Your winner and new OOWF DDT Ironman Heavymeetal Champion, Stanley the Duck

Stanley grabs the DDT belt in his beak and waddles out of the room. Justin wakes up at this point and looks around confused.

Justin: Where is my belt?

LD: Duck has it.

Justin: (sighing) Well at least it's not ~LADDER~.

Justin takes off after Stanley as LD laughs.

FADE.

[BookerShark]

Wyatt has just wrapped up his American Sunrise radio program and is racing to get out the door and to the Airport when the phone rings

Good Morning American Sunrise Productions, this is Wyatt.

Oh yes, Miss Selina.

Yes, I'm trying to get out the door now. I've got a charter to Las Vegas, then flying in to Hartford this afternoon. Southwest was able to accommodate us with a direct flight.

Us, the editorial Us, you know.

No, I'm not bringing an editor, it's just me. Never mind, what can I do for you.

Tickets? Oh yes, I set aside two tickets for you and a guest, but best not bring Chuckles. Don't wanna get Mrs Darling upset you know.

More? I don't know, we're just about sold out, we don't want to short change the Humane Society and Covenant House.

Yes, it looks like each may clear ten thousand plus whatever we get directly from our appeals. Wait, do you think Chad and Zane would want to be up front with the Humane Society? Great. Would anyone else want to do a meet and greet as the guests come in? OK, we can work around that. Did you want to arrange with the Bushnell to sell tickets to Mayhem and Sunday's Pay Per View? I'll get your office in touch with the appropriate people.

There, see how well we can work this out? OK, I really have to run...

Media? Who? Screw Alvarez and Meltzer. Let them go play with the MMA boys.

Rick Who? Not familiar with his work. OK, two for him. Near the bar? At 7 n the morning? All we'll have on hand is Zevia and Jojo's Coffee. OK, two in the back for him.

Look, can you email me a list and I'll see what I can do, but no promises at this point. OK, I need to fly and check out the venue. See you Wednesday morning. Bye!

Wyatt hangs up the phone and picks up the intercom

Yes, Mrs al-Tikriti will be emailing a guest list. Make sure it gets to my hotel for review. I'll call after we check out the venue later.

Caution is our byword. Are they in the SUV? Great. Just one little detail to take care of.

Wyatt reaches into his desk and takes out a Tazer that he...points at the camera?

Sorry, my friend, our departure is not for your eyes...

Wyatt fires the Tazer which drops the INC and the camera falls to the floor

Secure this room for the next three hours, then assist our friend here and make sure he is compensated for our need for discretion. See you next week.

Wyatt hangs up the phone, gets down on his knees and says

Sorry gang, see you in Hartford. and look, I'm smiling for the camera. (DiBiase laugh)

The camera twitches slightly as Wyatt gets up and we

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman, Alexander, Chad, and Zane are TRAINING~! Bridgette is supervising. It's going...shockingly well.

CM: HEY ALEX!

AD: WHAT?

CM: SURPRISE TRUST FALL!

Chad flips off the top rope backwards with a pretty moonsault. Alex catches him, breaking his fall, but without breaking Alex in the process. Everyone laughs, and it appears they may have been all doing this all afternoon.

FW: That's like the forty-seven hundredth trust fall guys. It's hardly a surprise anymore.

ZM: But fun.

AD: So...we ready to do this?

CM: I think we're good as long as we can keep it from turning into a Pier 8 brawl within the first 10 seconds.

All eyes turn to look at Fire.

FW: What?

An OOWF Banner drops down behind them for group promo time.

Bridg: It's going to take more than silliness, gang.

ZM: That's right! It's going to take amazing strength...

FW: Which my friend Zane here's got. And superhuman flexibility...

AD: Which my lovely wife Fire here's got. And flawless technique...

CM: Which my partner Alex here's got. And blinding speed...

ZM: Which my brother Chad here's got. And in all of those ways, the New Guard just doesn't

ZM/CM: Measure Up.

CM: We are Texpress.

FW: And Phoenix Rising.

AD: And they're just NOT.

Bridg: CUT! Good job.. Did we get all the catch phrases?

FW: Not mine.

AD: We're sharing mine.

FW: That doesn't sparkle with me,.

CM: See? There it is.

He throws a towel playfully at Fire, who snatches it out of the air and snaps it back at him. He mocks pain and then tosses bottles of Aquafinas to everyone. Lucky at that point enters.

L: Fire, we need to be going.

CM: Where?

L: Interview for Wyatt is tomorrow morning, I want her to get settled so we're heading there tonight.

Firewoman grabs her stuff and her helmet from Lucky, and they leave.

CM: Are you seriously letting her do this interview, Alex?

AD: Are you seriously thinking I could stop her even if I wanted to?

CM: Good point.

ZM: Still....something about it doesn't feel right.

AD: Yeah, to me either, but you go try and talk to her about it.

The three of them shudder at the thought, and then slide under the ropes to leave.

CM: So...dinner? We could all go--

AD: Let's not push it...

FADE