Midweek Mayhem (10/9) Live from Columbus, OH

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Columbus, Ohio
October 9, 2013

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match
Ghosthead vs. Danny Taylor vs. Moosehead Jack

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Salvation vs. Texpress

OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Match
Miranda Williams vs. Amazing Jos

Winner Gets a World Heavyweight Title Shot Next Week
Christian Carter vs. Matt Folz vs. Alexander Darling

Intercontinental Title #1 Contenders Fatal Four Way
Jeremy Punswick vs. Chris Evans vs. LD Williams vs. Firewoman

Onslaught Championship #1 Contenders Fatal Four Way
Stank vs. Tommy Wilder vs. Jason Allen vs. Mai Muyo

Non-Title Match
Alexis Darling vs. Chloe

Banned From Everywhere vs. Murphy's Law


Card subject to......it's freakin Ohio, there is no telling. Seriously.

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We cut to a still bloody Matt Folz in his locker room. He smiles and gleefully holds up his newly won Imperial Onslaught briefcase.

MF: Well, well, well... what do we have here? No more incompetent or biased General Managers, No more World Champions ducking me like a cowardly bitch, now I am in control and guaranteed a title shot. Ghosthead, I'll give you credit, you're a hell of a wrestler and a worthy champion, but you aren't in my league as a wrestler. You and I both know that. See, winning Wrestler of the Year and winning Imperial Onslaught were just the start. This year I win the World Championship and start cementing my legacy as an all time great. That's not a prediction or a promise... it's a fact. And there's nothing anyone in this company can do to change that.


FADE

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(There is a CRASH at the door of GM Puns office door and we see the door has been kicked in by Chloe Neal followed by her mentor Moosehead Jack. They seem to be very pissed off. Chloe advances on the GM's desk and tried to grab for Puns but Moose restrains her.)

GMP: Chloe, Moose, you seem upset, can I help you with something?

Chloe: I want my sister next week. Why am I not facing her?

GMP: Because she's not going to be back.

Chloe: WHAT? Why?

GMP: Because she's no longer under contract.

Moose: Nate, you had her face Chloe just LAST NIGHT!

GMP: And that was on a single appearance contract. That expired. The board hasn't been able to get in touch with her to talk with her about a full time contract.

Chloe: GET. HER. HERE. NOW!

GMP: Chloe, may I remind you that you're just off suspension, and in your first match back you and your sister caused more damage backstage than Firewoman does to their suites after she loses? You're not in much of a bargaining position.

Moose: She may not be, but I am. Why was she not signed?

GMP: The single appearance deal was all the board and Miss Cox...

Chloe: (Pissed off, almost spitting out the words) Miss Cox....

GMP: That is all they could come to terms on. Until I hear back from her, there's nothing that I can do.

Chloe: Get. Her. Back. Here. You don't embarrass a Saint of Sinners like that.

GMP: Oh, we're trying, Chloe. But it's all up to her.

Moose: Nate, you've been here just five weeks, and you're already proving to be incompetent.

GMP: What would you have me do, Moose? Until she signs of her own free will, my hands are tied. And I might add, so are yours. Unless and until she signs a deal, you are not to stalk, harass, or in any way have physical contact with Edra Cox. Is that clear?

Chloe: Are you threatening us?

GMP: No, it's a fact. You touch Miss Cox and you will be fined and suspended. And if it's bad enough the board will have to review your continued employment. That goes for both of you.

Moose: Dammit, Nate....

GMP: And let's not forget the legal implications of assaulting a non-employee like Chloe did at Judgement Eve. If that had been in the US instead of Tokyo you would likely be in jail right now. No contact. This is for your own protection. Do you understand?

Chloe: I don't need any...

GMP: DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?

(The stare-down between GM Puns and the Saints of Sinners is long and hard. Finally Moose breaks the silence.)

Moose: For now, we play it your way, Nate. But get her back here. And make sure she has a good life insurance policy. Because I'm going to break her neck. And when I do that, Chloe here will end her.

Chloe: Only a Neal can end a Neal. Or a Cox. I will end her. Trust me.

(Chloe and Moose storm out of the GM's office as Puns reaches into a drawer and takes out a bottle of whiskey as we...)

FADE

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"I was interested to see if you might succeed."

*Chloe whirls around quickly and looks ready to pounce on the newly crowned OOWF World Champion. Moose lays a hand on her shoulder, quieting her spirit. It's been several hours since their meeting with the GM. Ghosthead eyes both Saints of Sinners with a calm demeanor, his OOWF World Championship belt slung over his shoulder.*

MHJ - Succeed at what exactly?

GH - Drawing out the beast that dwells in the darkness of Danny Taylor's soul.

*Moosehead Jack smirks.*

MHJ - I thought I had.

GH - You merely caught a glimpse, but he fights that darkness. I'm sure it's quite taxing on his part. It may even contribute towards him not regaining his voice.

MHJ - I took his voice.

GH - An instrument, yes... but this is not why you've requested to see me.

MHJ - No.

GH - Speak your piece.

MHJ - The last time you and I talked you said something about our goals not being aligned.

GH - Yes.

MHJ - I think they are.

GH -

MHJ -

GH - Go on.

MHJ - I want to destroy Danny Taylor.

GH - That much is apparent. But which do you want more... destroying Danny Taylor... or regaining this championship?

MHJ -

GH - Before you answer, know this. I have no desire to destroy Danny Taylor.

Chloe - Not even for what he did to your wife?

*Ghosthead remains stoically silent for several heartbeats before replying.*

GH - I would thank your pet to keep silent.

Chloe - PET???

*Moose gives Chloe's shoulder a brief squeeze, cutting off anymore words she may have wished to express.*

GH - As I stated, I do not want to destroy Danny Taylor.

MHJ - I don't believe you.

GH - Believe what you wish. The fact remains. Destroy him... no. I want to transform him.

MHJ - Transform him?

GH - Yes.

MHJ - Into a puddle of blood I hope.

GH - Perhaps there will be blood. Transformation is a process... but none of this is clear to me at the moment. The design has not been revealed.

MHJ - Then maybe we're further apart than I thought.

GH - Perhaps Moosehead Jack. Perhaps.

MHJ -

GH - I'll see you at Mayhem.

*Ghosthead turns and walks towards the shadows as the camera fades.*

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~~~ Fade into another PHWF Show at the Coolville, Ohio Airport, Laundromat, Hair Care & Tire Center. We see in the ring Brutus Cooper and W.W. Hayes II. Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy blasts out and Texpress comes out to defend the PHWF Tag Team Titles. They drop the belts on the announcers podium (Think the old World Championship Wrestling on WTBS set) and head to the ring. The match is a squash. Zane locks up with Cooper, Press slams him, tags in Chad. Double Dropkick, 1..2..3.

Chad & Zane go back to the podium to talk to Tony Crockett. ~~~

Tony: What a performance by the champs. It's been one heck of a week.

Chad: Yes it has been. Danny Taylor snuffed out the final flame of the Sinners by taking the World Title from my good buddy Jackie, I found out Miranda is related to LD Williams of all people.

Tony: How do you feel about that?

Chad: I'm still not sure.... Matt Folz won the Imperial Onslaught, and for us, we walked in to Hell on Earth, and for the first time since 2008, walked out without a win or the Word Tag Team Championships.

Zane: You know, we could stand here and talk about outside interference, illegal weapons, any number of things. But the fact is, Stan and Junichiro won the match.

Chad: Now, if we were like my good buddy Jackie Quinn, we'd round up our friends, grab some weapons, and go beat the piss out of you for fun.

Zane: And if I made a couple of phone calls, I could have Davin Moreland, Firewoman, Tommy Wilder, any number of people here ready to beat your skulls in.

Chad: As much fun as that sounds like, and as much as it might make us feel better for a moment, that's not how a Real Man does things.

Zane: So instead, we'll focus on making your reign as Champions as short as possible, starting This week, in Columbus Ohio (Cheap Pop)

Chad: Congratulations boys, you're now the hunted. You're about to find out that it's not as easy as it looks being on top.

Zane: You're both Grand Slam Champions, so you know what it's like to hold a Championship, but there's one thing you don't know

Chad: And that's what it's like to hold a Championship.... that we are chasing. You see boys, you Messed With The Bull. Now you're going to Get The Horns.

~~~ Chad flashes the 'Horns' sign ~~~

Tony: Fans, we'll see you next week!

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Alexis Darling is stretching before an OOWF House Show when Ecosystem walks into the room.

Ecosystem: Beating both of the Tag Team Champions in one night, back to back. Very impressive.

Alexis Darling: That's what I do. That's why I have this. (Alexis raises her Intercontinental Championship.) Remember this? The championship you never won?

Ecosystem: Oh, Alexis. You know just how to push my buttons, do you?

Eco steps closer to Alexis.

You know, I went to high school with a young woman who knew how to push my buttons. Poor...like me then. Beautiful...like you. Who told me I worried too much, was too careful. Who got in deep with the Yakuza...like me. But they took her life...and not mine. They claimed it was a gambling debt...but I knew the truth. I knew they were scared that she had potential...and that she could change the whole game for this little section of the boys' club.

Your pride is well-deserved, Alexis. But if you want your enemy to leave you be...don't try to convince him you're powerful. Don't remind him that his security can only be accomplished through your utter destruction.

Eco smiles.

Would you like to know how she died?

Mai Muyo comes out from the adjacent bathroom and steps in between the two.

Mai: Oh Junichiro, I thought you only shared these stories with your sister! I feel so terribly unimportant now. Alexis, the bathroom is all yours; sorry I took so long fixing my hair. And my brother, don't you have somewhere important to be? I'm sure you're just itching to tape a reply to Texpress!

Eco's eyes flash.

Eco: Of course. How could I forget. Good afternoon.

Eco exits.

Alexis: I don't need--

Mai: I know. But it's my problem too.

FADE

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Firewoman is STANDING~! in club seats at Nationwide Arena, watching the home opener, with Miranda and Alexander. All three are wearing Columbus Blue Jackets jerseys. There's a camera that isn't the ninja cam, and it's clear that what we're looking at is a promotional spot. Alexander is holding a Blue Jackets flag. From outside the shot a woman with a headset waits for the cue.

WwH: Okay, so we'll cut to you at the first stoppage of play.

M: Is that like a time out?

AD: We'll explain it later. Fire...are you paying attention?

FW: I'm trying but this woman keeps distracting me.

AD: I meant, are you paying attention to--

FW: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!

Firewoman cheers loudly as Gaborik passes to Johnson for a power play goal.

M: What happened?

WwH: Aaaaaaand....ACTION!

AD: Hi, I am Alexander Darling from the OOWF.

M: And I'm Miranda Williams.

FW: And I'm Firewoman. And we all--

AD/M/FW: CARRY THE FLAG! [1]

M: For the Columbus Blue Jackets!!!

AD: Because they are the Blue Jackets, and the rest just aren't.

FW: And that sparkles with us!

WwH: And CUT!!!

The live tape appears on the Jumbotron, the fans cheer. Alex, Fire, and Miranda wave and schmooze with people around them.

WwH: Thanks guys. We'll play that off and on throughout the season.

She walks away after Alexander hands her the flag, and they take their seats.

M: So he scored?

FW: Yes.

M: How many points?

FW: One.

M: Is everything one point?

FW: No, if you knock the opposing player into the net instead of the puck, it's two points.

M: Oooooooh..... [2]

Alexander gives Firewoman a look.

AD: Really.

FW: Shhh....

They watch the game for a while.

M: I would think you would like the Flames, Fire?

FW: Eh, I have a thing for underdogs, and the Blue Jackets have certainly been that. Also they play against Detroit a lot and I hate Detroit.

M: Isn't that where you are from?

FW: Exactly.

M: Oh...

AD: And, the Flames weren't paying OOWF for us to be here and giving us sweaters for free.

M: Sweaters?

FW: *sigh* what you're wearing.

M: I thought it was a jersey?

Before Fire can retort, Jared Boll knocks Baliardi into the net. Miranda leaps up and cheers loudly.

M: WOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! TWO POINTS!!!!! That is so.....

Her voice trails off as she looks around to everyone staring at her in confusion. She looks at Fire and Alex, who are barely containing their laughter. [3]

M: Oh.....That's mean!!!!

FW: Sorry...I couldn't resist.

AD: You're like half Canadian...how did you not know that?

M: Not a big sport in Columbia.

AD: Right...

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[1] I'm not sure what this year's 'get celebrities to do stuff' slogan is, but that was last year's.

[2] We actually convinced a friend of that.

[3] ...and she did indeed cheer loudly at an OSU hockey game when someone got knocked into the net, and everyone looked at her like she was crazy. We couldn't breathe we were laughing so hard, and she didn't speak to us the rest of the game.

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*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is watching Fire’s latest promo*

Evans: Cheering for the Blue Jackets, eh, Fire? Well, that’s to be expected. I mean Lucky, Chad, Alex. You kinda have a thing for lovable losers. To your credit, though, unlike the Blue Jackets, you actually know what it’s like to compete for a title.

I, on the other hand, only associate myself with winning teams.

Cameraman: I thought you were a Giants fan. Aren’t they, like 0 and 4 right now?

E: Okay, ya know what? Speak out of turn again, and I’ll find a new place for that camera. You got that?

Cameraman: …

E: That’s better. Well, actually, ya know what? I think I will right now.

*Evans punches the cameraman, grabs the camera away, and smashes the cameraman over the head with it*

E: Enjoy your game, Fire. Surround yourself with the mediocrity that you’ve allowed your life to become. Me? I’ll be working hard to ensure that next week, the future of the IC title picture, like myself, will be looking pretty damn good.

*fade to black*

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~~~ Chad Madison is relaxing in the hot tub, when an RNSFJ bursts through the door ~~~

RNSFJ: Hey there

Chad: Can i help you?

~~~ The RNSFJ strips down to what has to be the World's Smallest Bikini and joins him in the hot tub ~~~

Chad: Is that safe?

RNSFJ: What?

Chad: You're holding an electronic device while chest-deep in water.

RNSFJ: Of course it is. What could happen?

~~~ Chad climbs out of the water and grabs a towel. To the RNSFJ's obvious dismay, he's wearing a pair of Speedos. ~~~

RNSFJ: Since when do you wear those in here?

Chad: Don't you have a job to do?

RNSFJ: Oh, very well then. (Holds microphone up) Tell me about your match this week

Chad: We have a rematch with Salvation. You know, I have a suggestion for ol' Stanley & Junichiro. Salvation is a name that conjures up images of you helping others, a noble cause. Your actions at Hell on Earth don't really fit with that vibe. So how about we name your team... Selfishness. or how about name it after one of the Seven Deadly Sins; Pride, or Greed, or Gluttony - wait, we can't say that or we might hurt ol' Stanley's feelings.

RNSFJ: And Chris Evans was just talking about you.

Chad: Oh I saw. Loveable loser, eh? Chris, you've won what, ten Championships while you've been here? That's nice. That makes you barely Half the winner I am. and I've won all but 3 of my Nineteen Championships since you arrived here. So do yourself a favor before you become an embarrassment... Again. Keep my name out of your dirty mouth. Or you too will find out what happens when you Mess With The Bull ... That is, assuming you could find someone who can stand you long enough to be your partner.

RNSFJ: That's a wrap. are you coming back in?

Chad: Umm.. no. Making an apperance at a pediatric oncology hospital later today. you enjoy.

~~~ Chad leaves. The RNSFJ leans back, mic still in hand, and as we fade to black

BZZZZZZTZAP! ~~~

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*Davin wanders into the Blue Jackets game, because, let's face it, there are plenty of good seats still available. He sort of sneaks up, unnoticed by the literally dozens of fans around him, to Alexander.*

DM: We "Carry The Flag"? Fucking seriously?

AD: Oh...hey...

DM: What would Marty say? Am I going to have to call your parents? Stage an intervention?

FW: Oh, leave him alone, it's just what they say.

DM: No...no...it's what you say. He *points* actually roots for a different team. Equally crappy, but at least with a history behind it.

AD: *quietly to Davin* ...I should probably call Marty, huh?

DM: At least before he sees this piece of collegiate rah-rah crap on his TV or something. Of course, what else would you expect from these people?

*Grumbling in the crowd around him*

DM: This is a professional sport, folks...then again, this is the other professional sports team in town, right?

*Booing around him*

DM: Right, you guys went undefeated and didn't go to a bowl game last year because your program's squeaky clean. I forgot.

*Some murmuring around of "Let's kick his ass". Others murmuring "Are you kidding, look at the size of that guy?"*

AD: So, did you come to incite a riot?

MW: Davin? Why are these people telling you to fuck off?

DM: 'Cause Pimpin' ain't easy.

MW: That doesn't even make any sense.

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*Murphy's Law and Outback Jack are watching the pregame show before Red Sox versus Rays in the Destroyitarium. Daniella and DK both have their Red Sox hats on*

OBJ: Never did figure out why you two grew up Red Sox fans, living so close to New York.

DK: Well, the Mets are, you know, pathetic.

OBJ: Right, I remember SYB was a Mets fan.

DK: Exactly.

OBJ: But weren't there a lot of Yankees fans in Stamford?

Dee: Yeah, and the best way to pick a fight was to wear one of these (pointing at her hat).

OBJ (drains his Fosters and belches): Australian for that makes sense to me!

*Ashley walks over*

Ash: Ready for another round?

OBJ: Can't say no to a lovely sheila like you.

*Ashley hands him another Fosters and he gets up from the bar*

OBJ: I'm going to take this to the back and find Danny. I'm worried about him, and I have to leave soon.

DK: But you'll miss the game?

OBJ: If there's a bench-clearing brawl, let me know.

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Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister are walking arm in arm around Columbus. Jaime's using the OOWF Mobile ap and watches Moreland's lastest promo.

MF: HA!

JM: What? You enjoyed a Davin Moreland promo?? Are you ok?

MF: Just the line about Ohio State. Fuck them and anyone who's ever attended there or ever rooted for them.

JM: ....

MF: It's a Big 10 thing, you wouldn't understand.

JM (Rolling eyes): Why'd I agree to marry you again?

MF: I honestly don't have a clue.


Jaime laughs and the couple continue on their way when they come across Mai Muyo sitting alone on a bench.

JM: Mai?

Mai looks up and tries to force a smile.

MM: Hi guys. Congratulations on your victory Matt.

MF: Thank you. When, not if because there's no doubt about it, but when I cash in and become World Champion, you will get one of the first title shots. I will keep my word.

MM: Ok.

JM: You alright Mai? Don't seem like your usual cheerful self. Everything ok?

MM (Sighing): Just... I can't believe what Stan and Juni did. I honestly thought they had changed. How could they have done that?

MF: Easily.

MM: Huh?

MF: You asked how they could do something like that. Easily, I'm sure neither of them has that much regret.

MM: But the way they went about it was wrong.

MF (Laughing): Come on Mai, you're not that naïve

JM: Matt, you should probably shut up now. Mai...

MF: Mai needs to hear this. See Mai, you've either forgotten or you've never learned what this sport is truly about. It's not about who's the nicest, it's not about who can quote the most bible verses, it's about Championships. Plain and simple. Stan and your brother understand that and they took advantage of Chad and Zane's stupidity.

MM: So you approve of what they did?

MF: Approve? I don't particularly like either Stan or Juni, but I thought what they did was fucking brilliant. They knew Stank and LD would come down to ringside and try to attack, and they knew that the Texas Retards wouldn't be able to resist 'Doing The Right Thing' and grabbing weapons and joining in. Now Chad Madison can cut all the whiny promos he wants, but the fact is he and his partner were dumb enough to not only hand Stan his axehandle in the first place, but then they turned their backs and allowed Stan and Juni to beat the shit out of them. Like I said, fucking brilliant plan and beautifully executed.

Mai sadly shakes her head.

MM: I can't agree with that.

MF: That's your opinion, and I'm sure most of the fans agree with you. But it worked. Now, I'm taking Jaime to dinner before the prime time games start. You're more than welcome to join us if you want.

MM: No, thank you.

MF: Suit yourself.

Matt and Jaime walk away, as Mai sighs and we..... FADE

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Ecosystem and Stan Fulton are in front of an old-school OOWF Banner with an Intrepid OOWF Reporter.

IOR: Salvation, the former Tag Team Champions had some strong words for you this week. Would you like to give any comment?

Stan: Well, I caught the promo before ours, and I think our Imperial Onslaught winner said it very well.

IOR: Do you think that you really deserve the title, "Salvation," after your actions?

Eco: Well, what language are we speaking?

IOR: What?

Eco: Did I stutter?

IOR: We're speaking English.

Eco: What dialect?

IOR: Um...American?

Eco: So we must understand words in their context. What does salvation require, in the mind of Americans?

IOR: Doing good to others, I suppose, making sure--

Eco: (yelling in the Reporter's face) WRONG! Stan, give him the verse.

Stan: Matthew 7, verses 15-16. “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits." We know what people believe by their actions, not by their words.

Eco: So the fans boo us with their words. But when they go home, they are our brothers and sisters in action. They have needs, desires, expectations, and they are willing to hurt anyone they need to hurt to get what they want. And yet, invariably, they think they're good people. They think that's leading them to Salvation.

IOR: Well gentlemen, that's just not true. The average person doesn't hurt others for their happiness.

Eco: Are you average? What's your income?

IOR: Um...I'd rather not say--

Eco: That means you're comfortable. You have enough money to keep the lights on, but also to enjoy yourself, don't you? Go out, have a few drinks. Pay for a few extra cable channels. Have a nice dinner once a week. That's where your disposable income goes - not to the poor, the starving, the suffering.

IOR: You don't know that.

Stan: You didn't contradict him.

IOR: For your information, I actually do care for others. In fact, if you must know, my mom is sick, and I take care of her. And what you're saying...look, not everyone is my responsibility. For my family, I do what--

Eco: Go back. Say that last thing again.

IOR: Not everyone is my responsibility? That's obviously true!

Eco: Give him the verse, Stan.

Stan: Matthew 5, verses 46-47. "If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?" No disrespect to Firewoman, of course.

Eco: The point is, friend, that even the most wicked people in the world care for those they love...it's just another kind of selfishness. Do you not see the lesson? Do you not see why people cheer Texpress, or maybe choose to be subversive by cheering the Saints of Sinners, but boo Chris Evans without exception? The brutality of the Saints, real as though it may be in the ring, is mere escapist fantasy to them...but someone like Chris Evans...or Matt Folz...or Stan Fulton and Junichiro Muyo...who look out for themselves and their success alone, caring only for those closest to them...

Well, we're the worst, because all we are is a mirror. You hate that which you hate in yourself. So you, and all of Texpress's fans, you all can shake your finger all you want, and say that you don't hurt people like Stan and Juni do, and that it's all self-justifying bad-guy nonsense. But Stan, tell them about the rich man and Lazarus.

Stan: Luke 16, verses 19 to 31. "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.

Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father's house: For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment. Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead, they will repent. And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead."

Eco: The rich man did not injure Lazarus. He did not cause his sores. He did not make him poor--at least, not in any way other than participating in an economic system that left Lazarus poor. And when it came to his family--his five brothers--he loved them deeply, thinking of them first.

And he burned in the same Hell that today burns Hitler and Stalin.

Eco slips quietly into Joker voice.

Everything burns.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Fire is perusing the various OOWF promos and comes upon Chris Evans. She laughs.

Poor Cubheart. Always destined to be so close and yet so far. Let's look at the mediocrity that he alleges surrounds me.

First, Chad, who has already addressed his record with respect to Cubheart. So I'll let him speak for that.

Then...oh yeah, the valet. Lucky. Not a wrestler, but whatever. If I recall correctly he was perfectly good enough to carry your towels and get you your "special juices" when you were with DEA back in the day. Oh, you thought we didn't notice? Ha!

Miranda has just scored her first Onslaught Championship. Her first of many.

So that leaves everyone's favorite whipping boy, Alex. Alex may be in a bit of a slump right now, but he's done more and achieved more in this company than you, Evans, will ever dream of doing. Including being a Grand Slam Champion Six Pack champion. Something Chris Evans has yet to accomplish in this company, or anywhere else. If we stack up all THOSE belts against YOURS, Cubheart...well, to borrow a line from a friend, you just don't...Measure up.

So let's get to me. Grand Slam Six Pack Champion, first woman in OOWF history to do that and a whole heck of a lot more. The litany of wrestlers I have defeated reads like a who's who of the OOWF. Now, you may crow a lot about holding a championship for more days than I have, but that's not really what people will remember. They remember moments, Evans. They remember who beat whom, and I guarantee there are people out there who will never forget they were there when Moose and Alexander nearly killed each other, when Moose and I took sibling rivalry to a new level, when Stank tried to win his respect and I, successfully, moved up the ladder to defeat one of the best to ever walk into the OOWF ring.

In the end, that's all we get. We get paydays and cheers, but our legacy is made up of those moments, those matches...that's what we get remembered for, and that's what gets played at our Hall of Fame induction. What are your moments going to be, Cubbie? Trying to be a second rate Chris Jericho? Being the second-most decorated and talented OOWF wrestler to come out of Storm Wrestling Academy?

Maybe you will make it into the Hall. Maybe, just maybe...but I bet it will be second to someone.

Now, my win over Stank has put a target on my back, I know. It moves me up the ladder, and now people can look to make their name on defeating me. And much like Stank, I don't plan to make it easy for them. So Amazing Jos, looking forward to see how amazing you think you are on Wednesday night.

And we've got another dance partner...LD Williams. Believe me, Billy Dee, I got your message loud and clear that you are the next obstacle on my road to the Hall. And I know you'll make me earn it. Believe me, I will.

Which brings me to....Lucas. In this business, relationships are often transient. Allies, enemies...all depends upon the needs of the story and vague philosophies about respect and legacy, and I'm as guilty as the rest. "Friendship" is subject to the whims of the booker. And "family?" Hell, before I even joined here the word "family" meant nothing to me except pain and exploitation. It is a rare thing in this business for either of those words to mean anything beyond letters on a page. And yet...well....Lucas, you know what I mean....I don't have to say it.

I beat you, and you made me earn it. And that totally sparkles with me.

Fire gets up and starts to walk away, but then she turns back to the camera.

Pile driver from the top rope though? Seriously? You owe me a bottle of Jamey for that.

Fire smirks and walks away and we Fade To Black.

[BookerShark]

The Intrepid OOWF Reporter from before walks down the hallway, a bit shaken, when Mai grabs him, smiling.

Mai: Time for one more interview?

IOR: Um...certainly.

Mai: My brother knows as well as anyone else that even the Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. At least, if he still enjoys The Merchant of Venice as much as he used to. 

But I'll give this to my brother - he insists on making people think. And I think it would be an...um, impov-ruh-shed response - 

IOR: Impoverished?

Mai: (turning a bit red) Yes. Still a couple English words...anyway, an impoverished response to just dismiss my brother and Stan because they seem like bad guys. So let me try to explain what's really wrong with their rationale.

What they are advocating...and what sometimes, even Matt advocates, though I really don't want to offend him...is a kind of laziness. Certainly, you can say that you prioritize getting a win over anything else. But there are different ways to get that win. "Hard Work Beats Talent When Talent Doesn't Work Hard." I really believe that. I believe you can outwork anyone. While there are match endings that may feel like flukes, on any given night, in a clean match, the better man or woman that night wins. To say you need to cheat to get the job done is to either deny that statement or to admit that you have no interest in putting in the amount of work you need to get the job done.

And that's what disappoints me, Stan. You were in the gym, night in and night out, while Junichiro treated training as a hobby. I had hoped you would bring him up to your level, but instead, he dragged you down to his.

IOR: Fair enough. Any comments about your Fatal Four Way match?

Mai: Wilder and Allen, I know well from experience...Stank, a bit in the ring, but more from the tapes. There's no pause in a Fatal Four Way. I'm going to come in like a fireball. It could work out as well as when I beat Wilder - and our new World Champion, by the way - at Hell on Earth, or it could lead to me running right into a big counter, just as Firewoman caught me during the Imperial Onslaught. 

But no matter what, I will play it clean and fair. Should I win, I will take full advantage; should I lose, I will learn and ite-er-ate. But whether it's two weeks or two months from now, I promise you, I promise the fans, and I even promise my friend Miranda...as proud as I am of her, the Onslaught Championship will be mine. It's Mai Time.

IOR: ...The word is iterate.

Mai: Shit!

FADE

[BookerShark]

We come up in the Destroyatorium, the Murphy's continue to watch their game, as OBJ chats with Danny in a far corner. Ashley and Spencer are at the bar, and are involved in a rather heated discussion.

Ashley: This is BS, I thought this crap would end once Bennet was no longer in charge.

Spencer: No kidding, it's like everyone wants to see bad things happen to poor Danny.

As this exchange is going on, Victor limps over on his cane and takes a seat at the opposite end of the bar.

DVD: Babes, chill out. What has you two so riled up?

Spencer: Come on Vic, I know you've seen the card. Danny in a triple threat match against Ghosthead and Moosehead?

Ashley: Someone wasn't using their head, Danny is being set up to get killed.

DVD: Actually, as much as it doesn't seem it to you, it's a fair match.

Ashley and Spencer look at each other, and then look back to Vic.

A&S: What?

DVD: Look, Danny gets a rematch against Ghosthead, and he's taking it. Whether I like it or not, Moose gets one as well, and he's taking it. The only fair way to do it is the triple threat match. Honestly, It's Ghosthead that is screwed, as he doesn't have to get beat to lose the title.

Spencer: Come on Vic, we know neither of them care about the title, they will do what they can to take Danny out, and then pick up the scraps with each other.

Ashley: Yeah, this is one hell of a set up.

DVD: I don't think so, both Ghost and Jack want to "corrupt" Danny, not "destroy" him. If anything, they may very well turn on each other simply to make sure they are the one that breaks him.

Ashley and Spencer think this over, and while both still look unsure, they are no longer as angry. Vic motions back to where DK and Daniella are watching the game.

DVD: Why don't you guys check in on Jack's kids and take your mind off of Mayhem.

Ashley and Spencer relent, and grab a fresh set of rounds and head over, as Danny does the same. Meanwhile, OBJ walks over to stand beside Victor, having heard the end of the conversation.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for, "do you really believe that mate?"

DVD: No, but it's what they needed to hear. Danny's in for the fight of his life, I have no doubt both Ghost and Moose will do everything they can to make sure he never gets his hands on that belt again.

OBJ: So what are you going to do about it.

Vic turns to Jack, and his eyes are narrowed.

DVD: Whatever it takes.

OBJ: Whatever?

DVD: Whatever. You planning on trying to change my mind?

OBJ: With my history? No, that would be hypocritical....but it's not me whose opinion you have to worry about.

The two men look over to where Danny the Murphy's and the girls are, and they see them all laughing as Danny is imitating some of the motions of various players in the game. Jack looks back to Vic.

OBJ: It's a fine line you have to walk Vic. Ghost and Moose are dangerous individuals, you push them too far you might regret it.

DVD: And if they push me too far?

OBJ: Then you could become the very thing he (Jack points his thumb at Danny) is struggling not to be. Be careful.

DVD: I can't promise that Jack.

OBJ: Then at least try to stay safe.

Victor reaches out a hand and they shake. OBJ then walks back over to the rest of the group. The camera stays focused on Victor, who's expression darkens.

DVD: I can't promise that either.

[BookerShark]

(Chloe Neal is still furious as she enters her room in Columbus. She slams her bag in the corner and pulls out her...well, could you call it a shrine for Moosehead Jack? She places it tenderly against the wall before bellowing out in a scream of rage! She looks over and sees INCy. She charges at the poor little thing and grabs it and starts to lift it high in the air but stops... She doesn't move for a very long time before pulling the lens to her face and speaking very softly but intensely.)

Why?

Things were going so well here, Jack and I were getting along wonderfully, we have a new project in mind...and then...the new and improved St Edra 2.0 shows up all buff and muscled up. You think you're gonna grab me and just take me back to the mountain? Just you and Clancey? Well, sister bitch, think again. I'm free of you now. All your showing up Wednesday night did is make me mad. All that talk between dear little mommy who's younger than either of us, and that little tramp I got rid of about bringing me home to the mountain just makes me sick. Come on, Power. The day you've got to resort to a tazer to take me out shows you're no better than those phoney baloney White Hats.

So run away and regroup, Edra. Try to figure out a way you can (finger quotes) “save me”, when the only way to “save me” ... is to end me. And I know you don't have the guts to get back into the trenches here, to make that happen. You can't do this anymore. You just can't cut it. That's why you're ducking the board.  That's why you haven't signed a new contract.  That's why you're not here Wednesday night, Edra. You're a coward. You're an embarrassment to the Neal name. Trust me!

And it looks like the victim that will take the beating for you is our own Intercontinental Champion, little Lexie Darling. Ah, Dark Goddess, I had such high hopes for you. But just like your Sister in Law and that boy of a brother of yours, you're playing with the White Hats. You've gone soft, little Lexie. And like those deliciously mean girls over in Manila, I'll squash you just like they squashed that puppy. I'll tease you and hurt you and torture you until I end you. Now, those women were wrong in what they did. After all, that puppy was just a dumb animal. Come to think of it, maybe what I'm thinking of doing to you, Lexie, is wrong. Because you're just about as dumb as they get.

(Chloe pushes INCy back and grabs her barbed wire branding iron and starts to swing, but stops in mid swing. She reaches into the bag and pulls out the barbed wire crucifix, and clutching both, she falls to her knees.)

Moosehead Jack is my leader. I shall not fail.

He makes me to slaughter the innocents, he leads me to stain the waters red.

He hardens my soul. He leads me in the path of destruction, that his name shall be feared.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of White Hats, I shall have no fear, for they bleed.

Thy Bat and my Branding Iron comfort me.

Thou preparest an arena for the slaughter of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with the blood of the innocents, and it makes you smile. Our cups runneth over with their tears.

Surely evil and vengeance shall I dispense at your command for the rest of my life, and I will dwell in the house of Jack forevermore.

So has it be written, so shall it be, now and forevermore.

(Chloe looks up with anger and fire in her eyes)

I was born decades before you, Alexis. I exist today because of the grace of Moosehead Jack, who took Clio under his wing, taught him the ways of our family. Moosehead Jack is a Neal in every way but blood. I think the Neals and the Quinns, in another time, would have enjoyed a good blood war. I serve Jack because of the failures of Clio. But I AM NOT CLIO. I am Chloe. I am a martyr. For the failures of the Neal family to eliminate the scourge of what Jack fondly refers to as THEM. We rid the world of Beth Banner. We rid the world of the twins father. And I will rid the world of as many of them as I can.

If my sister is too much of a coward to show up and take her beating, then it will be you, little Lexie. Your blood will be mine, dark goddess. I will bleed you. And I will end you. Trust me.

(Chloe lowers her head and continues to kneel, muttering to herself as the cameras....)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Chloe is still muttering, when suddenly, a voice plays from nowhere clear.

"The LORD is my shepherd ; I shall not want."

Chloe looks up and around.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake."

Chloe: Little Mai? Come out here.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies : thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over."

Chloe follows the voice to the vent. She yanks it open to find a speaker.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD--"

Chloe pulls the cord.

Chloe: Won't even show your face? 

She grabs her barbed wire branding iron, turning around, checking the doors.

Chloe: Looking to ambush me? Apple doesn't fall too far from the Muyo tree, does it now?

Mai: "--for ever."

Mai drops from the ceiling and snatches away Chloe's branding iron, tossing it to the side. Chloe hits an offensive posture.

Mai: I wasn't hiding at all. But you keep your eyes fixed down low, and never look up toward Heaven.

Chloe: Now is not the time, little Mai. Or did you hear my promises to the dark goddess, and fear that I will do what you could not, what you could not allow yourself to do...and put Lexie down?

Mai cocks her head to the side and smiles. 

Mai: No...no, nothing about that. It's just...I've been wrong about some people this week. I was wrong in thinking that Stan couldn't make a bad turn. And I wonder...I wonder if that means that I might also be wrong in the other direction. I wonder if some people, people I cared about - or still care about - might also make a right turn that I'm not expecting.

Chloe laughs bitterly.

Chloe: You cannot be serious.

Mai: I am. As long as you want to fight, and follow your distorted prayer...I'll be here to answer you. But if the mood ever struck you...I'd also be here to listen. That's all.

Chloe sneers...and then snatches her iron! She lunges at Mai. Mai barely dodges, catching a scratch on her arm. Mai reaches into her pocket and flings something throwing-star-style at Chloe. Chloe quickly ducks as Mai exits toward the door. Chloe picks up what was thrown...it's a business card, with a note.

"In case you deleted my number."

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Chloe snarls with rage and leaves the locker room to go after Mai, but she nearly runs into Moose. Chloe's rage immediately softens and she looks at Moose and looks down>

Chloe: Jack......I failed you....

Moose: <taking Chloe's chin so she looks him in the eyes> Bennett failed us. He could not handle his responsibility, and he is gone. You are here, by my side, where you belong. That is all that matters.

<Chloe beams and is about to say something when SFJ13 walks up to them. Chloe snarls and gets real close to 13, but she has seen it all and does not back down>

SFJ13: Moose, a word about your match

MHJ: Fine

SFJ13: Many think this will be little more than a glorified beat down of Danny Taylor, but surely you have to have your eyes on the title again, Ghosthead cannot possibly trust you

MHJ: he would be a fool to trust me, and Ghosthead is no fool

SFJ13: So, you two ARE working together?

MHJ: <laughing> what may, or may not be, between Ghost and I is irrelevant. The fact is this........I will break Danny Taylor

SFJ13: After he survived your match at Hell On Earth, there are many who doubt you can break him

MHJ: I learned something very important about Danny Taylor that day.....Danny Taylor is as tough as they come. Danny can take a tremendous beating and come back for more, he is like that slimy little shit Alex in that regard......but I saw your weakness Danny. I know what hurts you the most

SFJ13: If I may be so bold

Chloe: No, you may not

<SFJ13 just looks at Chloe>

SFJ13: Attacking Vic again will do little to break Danny's resolve....

MHJ: <with a sadistic laugh> Oh no.....beating Vic was a tremendous amount of fun, Chloe you would have enjoyed it <Chloe pouts a little at this> No.....I know what Danny wants more than anything, I saw the joy in his face, I saw the relief, the accomplishment, I saw the pride.....when you held that title. Now, Ghost took it away from you, and it was glorious.

Danny I make this promise.....as long as I am around, you will never get that title back. This week, whether I win or lose, it doesn't matter because I guarantee, you will never hold that title again. You had that taste, and it consumes you. It's like getting the greatest cut of steak in the world, and someone letting you have two bites before they take it away and tell you you can never have steak again. No other title will matter, you could win a hundred intercontinental titles, you could hold the tag titles for a year, you could be the last ever Onslaught champion......and none of it matters because you got that oh so brief taste of the world title. That is all that matters to you.

<Moose takes a deep breath and looks into the camera>

MHJ: Danny.....I held that title for six months. I was recognized as the best wrestler on the planet, love me or hate me, that is what the OOWF title means, and I promise you.......I swear to you......you will never win that title.

Trust me

<Moose and Chloe laugh maniacally and head back into the locker room as we fade>

[BookerShark]

FADE in at a house show in Bellefontaine, OH. In the ring competing for a OVOOWF Television title shot are Jose Manuel Ramirez Ortiz Cuervo and Ben “Strangla” Franklin. Neither man is getting much response from the crowd.

All of the sudden “The Crusher” by the Ramones fires up on the house sound system and new Grand Slam Six Pack Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton comes out carrying one of the OOWF World Tag Team Championship belts over one shoulder and his axe handle in the other.

The crowd boos Fulton and he smirks as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring and tells the two men and the referee to get out. They comply. Fulton demands a mic and as his music fades, he gets one.

“I can tell you’re all glad that I interrupted this horrible match between these two wanna-be-but-never-will-bees.”

The crowd boos some more.

“I agree. They were terrible. Now onto something much more important. Let’s go back to Hell on Earth for those of you who are not up to speed.”

The OVOOWF-Tron shows highlights of the three falls in which Salvation defeated Texpress for the tag titles.

The crowd boos louder.

“Since that night, everyone is saying ‘Why did you do it, Stan? Why did you turn your back on everything you believed in?’

“Well, to put it succinctly I didn’t turn my back on anything. I did what I have been saying I would do for over a year. I was going to win the OOWF World Tag Team Championship and become the next OOWF Grand Slam Champion. Only eight other wrestlers have held every current OOWF title. Fewer still are Six Pack champions. I have joined that very selective group.

“My partner’s sister, Mai Muyo, keeps wondering why I did it. Mai, you were my friend. I hope you will still be my friend. But either way I have to tell you.

“You’re completely oblivious if you didn’t see this coming.”

The crowd is incensed.

“No, hear me out.

“I have said I would do almost anything to obtain this.”

Fulton indicates the tag title belt over his shoulder.

“Nothing else mattered. Nothing. Not friendships. Not the rules. Not Chad or Zane. Not the White Hats. Not the Saints of Sinners. Hold the gold. It’s what this business teaches us. It’s all the people in the back talk about. It’s all we strive for. Mai, you yourself want the Onslaught title. Good for you. Go for it. I know you can get it. You’re very talented. Maybe not Grand Slam talented, but that’s a very exclusive club.

“Now onto current business. Chad and Zane. The measuring sticks. You warn Juni and myself that we shouldn’t mess with the bull. Have either of you seen me?”

Fulton starts to get angry and is leaning now over the top rope to stare into the camera.

“Can you see me here, Texpress? Mess with the bull? Do you think I give a damn about a little bull? I am nearly four hundred pounds. I eat bulls for dinner. Eco and I already proved at Hell on Earth that we’re smarter than you are. We’re more cunning than you are. And as these belts show, right now we’re the better tag team.

“Fear the bull? Hardly. Fear the Grand Slam Champions. Wednesday night at Midweek Mayhem we’re going to successfully defend the OOWF World Tag Team Championships.

“Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton drops the mic and leaves to boos.

[BookerShark]

It's late night in the Destroyatorium, and all of the regulars have called in a night, the only light shown is the subtle glare from a television in the back corner. The camera pans in, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor sitting in front of it, Shotglass resting in his lap. Danny absentmindedly pets the pooch as he watches Moosehead Jacks promo from earlier. Danny lets out a little sigh, and then replay's the promo. This happens two more times, before Shotglass raises his head and starts growling into the darkness. Danny heads his pups warning, and stands and turns. A white skull appears in the darkness. It moves into the glare from the TV, and we see that it is the facepaint of the Death's Knell Ghosthead.

Danny glares at Ghosthead, but makes no move towards him. Ghosthead merely smiles, his teeth shining in the darkness.

GH: Hello Daniel.

Danny visibly bristles at hearing his name from his mouth.

GH: I see you have heard the motives of the former world champ. He seeks to keep this from you. (Ghosthead raises the OOWF world title up) He is right, it hurt you to have your moment of triumph stolen.

Ghostheads face turns from a smile to a frown.

GH: But that is only the beginning. I will make you feel the pain you inflicted upon me when you hurt my beloved.

Ghosthead nearly spits out the last part before regaining his composure.

GH: That is, if you can survive this Mayhem.

Ghosthead smiles, but Taylor does not back down, but instead steps forward and locks eyes with Ghosthead. Taylor takes a step forward and he clenches his fists. Ghosthead notices this and chuckles.

GH: Go ahead Taylor give in. I know you want to. You know you want to. (Ghosthead's smile widens) Cross over.....or be left behind.

Ghosthead let's out a disturbing chuckle before fading back into the shadows as Taylor stands there visibly shaking. A few moments pass, and we hear the whimper of Shotglass at his feet. Danny takes a deep breath, and then reaches down and lifts up the pup holding it close, before shaking his head no and walking off. After Danny leaves the scene, a beat passes, and then Dashing Victor Deniro limps into the scene on his cane. He looks to the darkness that Ghosthead vanished into.

DVD: Not if I have anything to say about it.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*OOWF House Show*
It's post-intermission at the show Stan Fulton interrupted earlier and the fans are slowly filing back into their seats when this music hits:


The fans look confused as this is new music and they all look towards the entrance as the lights go out and a spotlight illuminates the entrance. We see two figures walk out with one wearing a shiny piece of gold around their waist. As they step into the light, we see the Darling sigil on their shirts and it becomes clear it's Alexis & Alexander Darling. The fans erupt as the two fan favorites haven't made any impromptu appearances recently. They slowly make their way to the ring as the music continues and both slide under the bottom rope and grabbing the microphones that have been rolled into the ring. They take their normal perches on top of neighboring turnbuckles. Alex taps the microphone first.

Alex: Normally ladies go first, but champions get the honor of going second and my sister deserves that so I'll make this quick. A lot of people have asked and prodded and poked at me as to where my head is at. And the truth is, I've come out here a few times the last few months and I've said all the right things and I truly felt I turned all those corners and I was ready to reclaim my rightful position in this company. But the god's honest truth is I haven't been focused. Whether it's been looking towards a long-term future or feeling as if those who I claimed were following in my footsteps have passed me by, I don't know. But what I do know is that I can not be in this business if I'm not fully guaranteed on giving my best, week-in and week-out. I'm not going to make any proclamations as to what my next goals are or that I will return to what I believe is my rightful place in this company. What I will do is take a long hard look in the mirror, realize that I am Alexander fucking Darling and then I will make my way through everyone in this company once again. And if I don't...if it just so happens that I have been passed by, I will take my right hand, I will extend it, I will shake the hand of the man or woman who made me realize the truth, and I will walk away. And I will walk away at that time because I am not going to let this business carry me out. I came in doing things my way and I will leave the same way. But I ain't leaving yet, so Christian & Matt...you may have been overlooking me given my recent history, but that would be a mistake. As the animal on this shirt symbolizes...a wolf is docile until it is cornered. I'm beginning to feel a little cornered. Sister Darling...

Lexie: *pats the Intercontinental Title on her shoulder* A few months back I made it my goal to step out of the shadow of my brother and prove to everyone, but most especially myself, that I could stand on the same level as the very best and succeed. This title here proves I can accomplish that goal. That I can be just as good as anyone ever thought I'd be. That I could face the very best and be better. I am Alexis Darling and that name has come with a lot of baggage. Baggage that I have overcome and used to motivate me to become the woman you see here. A lot of people recently have tried to push me to fall down the rabbit hole and turn my back on the most important things in my life. I've had offers, both verbal and physical, but to those offers, you see me here...with my brother and you know exactly where I stand. You can try and make your pitches. You can try and take things from me that I have worked my ass off to attain and it won't make one iota of difference. We are family, not because of the blood we share but because of the connection we have. When we first arrived in this company, my brother was the Prince of the Universe and I was the mind behind the mayhem. Lots has changed since then and now my brother, for all his doubts is still one of the very best this company has ever seen. He's one of a select group of six-pack champions. He's beaten everyone in his path so for everything that has happened, his legacy has been cemented but it will grow because now he's a King of the World. And me, little Lexie Darling. The dark goddess. The night. The moon. The machine of Pretty Hate Machine. Isis. I'm all of the above. I'm a manipulative bitch. I'm a fighter. I'm beautiful. I'm a fucking champion. And that makes us Royals because we are Darlings, and well, you're just not.

Alex: Booyah, bitches!

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos is wearing red shades while sporting a cute lil 3 piece suit. He stands in front of the Municipal court of Columbus.*

Jos: Ya know Miranda, the longer I go without that Onslaught title, the more pain i'm physically in. Literally, my stomach cramps up and it almost feels like my body is beginning to eat itself. 

Ms. Williams, the longer you go carrying that Onslaught title, the hungrier I become. I crave victory and I dream of holding that beautiful looking Championship belt, once again!

To call your win of the Onslaught Title an injustice, would be a bit controversial but accurate to a degree.

Some may argue you won fair and square while others will claim that not pinning the champion "tainted" your victory.  

This Wednesday, we will put an end to all that when we go 1 on 1 for the Onslaught Title. No third man, no bullshit distractions, no excuses.

Whether I win or lose this week doesn't matter. A wrong will be righted and JUSTICE will have been served!

Miranda, train like your life depends on it. Because whether you win or lose, prepare to be "Amazed"!

[BookerShark]

~~~ Inside the Texpress Dressing Rooms, Chad & Zane are sitting in recliners watching match film. Bridgette is at a nearby table, laptop open, and appears to be working as well. Suddenly, we hear Chad's Cell phone Ringing on the table beside Bridgette. She picks it up, looks at the screen and holds it out for Chad to come and get. ~~~

Bridgette: It's Miranda.

Chad: let it ring. I'll call her back.... later

Bridgette: Just like you said you'd do yesterday?

Chad: I've been busy. Match prep, PHWF shows.

Bridgette: Oh quit making excuses and call the girl back.

Chad: I will....

Bridgette: Oh get over it. This is wrestling. You're telling me you can't handle a little swerve? It's not as if she turned on you, she just didn't tell you who her father was. She's still the same cute little thing we met this spring. She's been good for you. (Hoolds hone further out) Call Her!

~~~ Chad looks over at Zane, who turns the TV off with the remote and holds his hands up ~~~

Zane: Don't look at me. I'm not getting involved in this. Besides, she's right.

Chad: WHAT?!? This isn't our team, this is my personal life here

Zane: Listen, the effect she has on you and your personal life affect this team directly. So just call her already.

Bridgette: Call her. Talk. Figure this out so you can get back to work and Texpress can reclaim its spot as World Tag Team Champions.

Chad: Fine.

~~~ He gets up, grabs the phone from Bridgette, and walks into his room. Bridgette gets up and sits in Zane's lap. ~~~

Bridgette: I like when you say things like that.

Zane: it's true. The sooner he deals with this, the sooner we get back to where we need to be.

Bridgette: No, I mean when you said I was right.

~~~ She kisses his cheek as we fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

We fade into the studio of WRKZ 99.7 The Blitz, where Firewoman has a VERY large cup of coffee for her appearance on Loper and Randi In the Morning. The song "Firewoman" by the Cult is playing, and then gets turned down as the DJs start.

L: It's Loper and Randi in the morning and we're here with The Firewoman, Lisa Quinn Darling.

FW: It's just Firewoman. No "the."

L: Right, right...So you're, like...you don't call yourself a diva or a knockout or....what do you call yourself?

FW: Well, it's basically just a wrestler. We don't have different divisions for men and women like TNA or WWE. Even ROH has "Women of Honor" even though they're not out of work pole dancers like in WWE.

L: WHOA, Them's fighting words!

R: I bet she could take them...I bet you could take them in a fight.

FW: I wouldn't bet against me.

They all laugh.

L: I just mean, you know they're in town for Smackdown tonight...do you ever go to any of the tapings and just hang out backstage?

FW: I used to, you know...I was kinda seeing one of the wrestlers--

L: Chris Jericho! He's a cool guy!

FW: Yeah, he is. Anyway, I would hang out then, but I haven't really had time lately.

R: That was such an awesome angle...

FW: Well, kinda...I mean it worked out eventually--

L: So do you and your now husband...well, for those that don't know, Lisa--

FW: Firewoman.

L: Right..Firewoman was SUPPOSED to marry Chris Jericho, but ended up accidentally married to Alexander Darling instead--

R: How do you ACCIDENTALLY marry someone?

L: It's wrestling, that's how, right?

FW: Yeah, it was kinda one of those silly things, I mean it was Vegas. Let me just say, what happens in Vegas doesn't always STAY in Vegas.

Everyone laughs.

FW: But it worked out well, and actually I think it's been good for me.

L:  So do you and Alex talk like all wrestling all the time?

FW:  Naw, you can't...Our marriage is separate from the business.

L:  But you've faced each other since then right?

FW:  Yeah, we have.

L:  And did ya kick his ass?

R:  Yeah she did.

FW: *grinning*  We put on a good show and I won...I think...I don't really remember.

R: You used to be a bad ass, like I mean BAD ASS, right? Number one heel or something?

FW: I don't know if I was number one, I think my brother will always hold that role, but yeah.

L: Which do you like better, being a heel, being the bad guy or being a baby face.

FW: I don't know, you know, as a face you don't have old ladies throwing things at you at convenience stores if you stop for a coffee somewhere, so that's kind of nice, but...man, being a heel is nicer...you got no rules really, faces gotta follow the rules, so you just do what you want...someone pisses you off, you don't just have to take it, ya know? There's a lotta people in the company now that should thank their lucky stars that I've turned over this new leaf here.

L: Yeah, like who? C'mon name names!

R: Yeah spill it!

FW: *batistalaughs, then gets really serious while she's talking* Naw naw....they know who they are. And leaves can sometimes turn back.

L: So Wednesday Night Mayhem, Live from the Schottenstein Center...you're in a fatal fourway, talk a little about your opponents.

FW: Well, there's Jeremy Punswick, who's a new guy, been here less than a year, got sucked into Saints of Sinners and recently decided to stand on his own. I don't know him that well, but I've been watching films. I have enough experience--

L: Cos you were in Japan for a while, and he seems to have kind of that background--

FW: Yeah, it's a style I've trained with and I'm familiar with, but each wrestler has his or her own variations on the common styles which is what makes it interesting and exciting to work with them. Then there's Chris Evans.

R: Oh man, is that guy a tool or what?

FW: He's got attitude, that's for sure. Pretty long title reigns which he'll claim backs it up, but it's easy to keep a title when you don't defend it.

L: Oooo, are you saying that he ducks people?

FW: I'm not SAYING it....you can check out our website, and judge for yourself. Look, he's a very talented guy, and he always brings it. He's beaten me any number of times, but that doesn't make him better. He's always trying to be someone he isn't though.

L: And that brings us to OOWF's version of Mr. Wrestling, LD Williams.

FW: All due respect to Kevin Steen, Steen is no LD Williams.

R: Are you guys related? Cos you trained his daughter?

FW: We aren't related, but we're friends, and he needed someone he could trust. LD and Lucas "Stank" Mann are like the top of the mountain in OOWF. I just beat Stank at Hell on Earth, which was tremendous for me.

L: That was, no lie...match of the night.

FW: So yeah, the next step is testing myself against LD, and that's like, the final exam, you know?

R: So what do you do AFTER that? I mean, first female champion ever in OOWF, you wrestle the guys and the girls, first feemale Grandslam, you beat everyone you feel you need to...then what?

FW: Well, I have a little house in New Orleans I've spent next to no time in...at least time that I wasn't recuperating from some injury or another. I would like to get into management or training. I was an awesome commissioner, and I really enjoyed that. I liked training Miranda, so that's another venue I could pursue.

R: So you think you'll stay with the industry?

FW: I have no reason not to. Wrestling LITERALLY saved my life...I mean, it endangers it any number of ways but looking big picture? Yeah....I'm sticking with it.

Firewoman's theme music starts to play softly to let them know the segment is over.

L: Okay, well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen...Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation's show Midweek Mayhem, live Wednesday night, doors open at 7...still good seats available and we'll take the ninth caller for two front row seats to watch Firewoman taken on Chris Evans, LD Williams, and Amazing Jos, and a whole bunch of other matches...really, it's a great card.

FW: Well, thanks, I look forward to seeing everyone.

L: One more thing...you ever gonna make up with your brother?

FW: Hey, anything's possible...look where Alex and I were four or five years ago!

L: True! true....Okay, start dialing, caller number 9 and the rest of you enjoy some Bobaflex on your rock station 99.7 THE BLITZ!

"Bury Me With My Guns On" starts playing as we cut to the next scene.