MidWeek Mayhem (01/22) Live! From Dry Fork, Wyomin

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Dry Fork, Wyoming
January 22, 2014

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Stank vs. TBA

Dance of Death Qualifying Matches - Whoever Gets Pinned is OUT of the Dance of Death Title Match
World - Christian Carter vs. Ghosthead vs. Alexander Darling vs. Danny Taylor
Intercontinental - LD Williams vs. Mai Muyo vs. Power vs. Stan Fulton
Tag Team - Suicide Kings vs. Saints of Sinners vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Texpress
Onslaught - Firewoman vs. Miranda Williams vs. Chris Evans vs. Ecosystem

Non-Title Match
Murphy's Law vs. Matt Folz & Alexis Darling

card subject to brokeback love

[BookerShark]

(Power comes out of medical where Mai is waiting for her. Power smiles and hugs Mai and they start walking.)

Edra: Hey, saw the match, congrats! Beating your brother, sweet.

Mai: Yeah. Why is it none of us can get along with our family here?

Edra: Because our siblings are nuts?

Mai: I prefer to think of it as...reality challenged. So how are you?

Edra: The usual. No lifting for a week. Doctor's afraid I'll blow out something after all this. Those Draculs know their stuff. Targeting the deltoids and biceps the way they did maximizes the pain and weakens the connectives while not actually rupturing anything.

(Mai looks at Edra questioningly)

Edra: They know how to make me hurt without breaking anything.

Mai: Oh, I see.

Edra: I wanna thank you. I remember when Stan left the first time I told you that the OOWF was a dangerous place for a woman without friends. I guess I should have taken my own advice, huh?

Mai: Sometimes we need to learn the lesson the hard way. I guess you learned that no man is an island unto himself...or herself.

Edra: Classic. And you never went to college?

Mai: We learn a lot when we take time for Him.

Edra: Yeah, I tried that Sunday night and you saw how well that worked out. You know that by doing what you did tonight you just painted a big bullseye on your back, right?

Mai: In the long term, doing the right thing is also the smart thing. That's not always the case in the short term, and I'm okay with that.

Edra: Cool. Wanna train tomorrow?

Mai: Early morning run? Say at 6?

Edra: Make it 7. That way we don't run into … your friend.

Mai: Friend? Oh, right. Sure, that's fine. Later.

(Mai walks off and Power rubs her arms as if they were cold, and walks into her room with a decidedly unhappy look on her face as we fade)

[BookerShark]

On his private jet, flying to an unknown location, Christian Carter is sitting in his usual chair, with the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship sitting on the table in front of him. Carter is on the phone, and quickly ends his conversation, as he notices the ninja cams.

CC: Anyways, thanks for everything Jack. I’ll be in touch…

Carter hangs his phone up, and then looks at the camera.

CC: Matthew, did you really think that all this time that it was your wife I was after? Did you seriously think that I would condone kidnapping…well, I guess with my history with Alexander Darling, I would, but this was never about your bitch, it was about this…what I thought would be most precious to you. Hell women come and go, so I didn’t think you would actually hire a bodyguard, thinking I would do any harm to her. But, it worked.

Getting into your head, and taking this title, win lose or draw was my main focus. You were so worried I was going to have Chloe use her special skills by taking your wife, that you didn’t see the truth, until it was too late…and here I sit, proudly displaying MY OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

But I guess GM Nate and that hick from Texas didn’t like what I did, and now I’m in a match with yet again the same 3 I was in two weeks ago. But this time, there is a twist. The loser will not be a title contender again, if I getting this right. No worries, I’ll just beat them all like I did 2 weeks ago, and then Matthew, me and you will continue our little escapade. And then, the real fun will begin.

Take notice OOWF, Christian Carter is not to be trifled with, just like the Kings will not tolerate being disrespected anymore. The time for boring is over, Matthew. If I wanted boring, I think a night in bed with Darling’s wife would do, but I’m not that desperate. What I do know is that there is one question to be asked…Are You Ready? It’s time to play….Russian Roulette, and I will KILL your Career by assisted suicide!

Camera fades to black.

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[BookerShark]

Firewoman is drinking a gingerbread latte. Stank sits down.

FW: Lucas.

S: Fire.

FW: You know, you're one of the few allowed--

S: I know, but I try to respect your wishes.

FW: Thanks.

S: How's the nose?

FW: Not broken.

S: Good, good....

FW: Soo.....

S: Soo....

FW: Right, so we're feuding.

S: We are?

FW: Turns out.

S: But you beat me? I thought we were done.

FW: I did too.

S: Oh....okay.

FW: Yeah...

S: ....

FW: ....

S: Now what?

Firewoman shrugs.

S: I will hit you so hard, I will--

FW: No....stop that.

S: You skipped our run three mornings in a row.

FW: Well, this morning we were traveling. And the two before that I was asleep thanks to that PCPL Sport.

S: Must have worked. That was a hell of a match.

FW: Yeah...I think Bill and Lucky are working on marketing right now.

S: ....really?

FW: Lucky's bored. He doesn't have to micromanage my life anymore.

S: Yeah...you've come a long way.

FW: Thanks....

S: So tell me....why did you tag Justin in at the end there?

FW: *shrug* He wanted to be in?

S: ....okay....so tomorrow? 6?

FW: Well, sure, I wouldn't want to run into anyone else who is making friends through running, but doing it an hour later, so it's totally different.

S: Huh?

FW: Never mind....so...we are, right?

S: What?

FW: Friends?

S: Well...yeah...I think of us more like family.

Firewoman scowls.

S: What?

FW: Family. I tend to associate that with people who beat you up and make you do really bad things...

S: *gently* I know....but you're redefining it.

FW: I am?

S: Yeah...take...Alex. He's family, right?

FW: I guess....

S: And he doesn't beat you up.

FW: No....

S: First of all, good. I'd hate to have to rip his arms off and shove them up his--

FW: LUCAS!

S: My POINT....is that--

FW: I know, I know..."making progress." I keep hearing it. It's just...well, there's something missing.

S: ....

FW: ....

S: He misses you too.

FW: He's got a minion. He's fine.

S: I seriously think if you said the word...she'd be gone.

FW: What word?

S: You know the one...

Stank holds up the V. Fire appears to consider it for a split second, and then shakes her head.

FW: No...Sorry, Lucas. That time has passed...and while it might come around again....not now.

S: I know....worth a shot though.

FW: Not liking the Neal twins hanging around?

S: Just the one, and....wait....so you know them?

FW: Well, sure...I was just in the ring with one of them.

S: So you know them.

FW: Duh.

S: You know you brought them in.

FW: I guess...people keep telling me that...It's possible.

S: Seriously....

FW: Short term memory issues are part of PTSD and--

S: Right, right, right...whatever, woman.

Stank gets up and walks away, sort of smirking.

S: I take it you'll be coming for my title.

FW: You bet.

S: You'll have to get through the Dance of Death.

FW: I have a haunted house in New Orleans, hang in cemeteries, and talk to the Ghede on a regular basis. See you in the ring Lucas.

S: I look forward to it, Fire.

Stank continues to walk away and Fire goes back to her latte.

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darlinig is walking down the hallway of random encounters when he turns the corner and sees Dynamite Danny Taylor. The two men stop and cautiously eye each other. Danny casually leans back against the wall and nods over to Alex. Darling pauses and nods his head towards Taylor. For a moment, neither man makes a move, yet they both eye each other warily.

After a moment has passed, Danny points to Alex, and then points to himself and then shakes his head no. Alex looks confused, and crosses his arms and leans back. Danny smirks, and then holds up three fingers and then points to himself and shakes his head no. Alex uncrosses his arms, holds up three fingers and then points to himself and shakes his head no.

Danny smiles and nods yes. He then points to both of them shrugs his shoulders and then pounds his fist into his palm before casually leaning back against the wall and smiling. For a moment Alex just stares at him, before breaking into a smile of his own.

Alexander: Heh, you're right. We don't have to win, we just don't have to lose.

Danny's smile widens and he holds out his hand, Alexander takes it and the two shake with wide smiles on their faces as we

FADE.

[BookerShark]

<Fire is sitting at catering as the company gets ready to move on to the next town. She is staring off into space, seemingly lost. Just then Moose sits down next to her and slides a coffee across the table. Fire slowly looks up at Moose, then looks around>

FW: Where’s your pet?

MHJ: my pet?

FW: Chloe

MHJ: Oh, so you DO know her name

FW: Ha ha

MHJ: One, she is not my pet and two, I don’t know she is around here somewhere

FW: then what is she?

MHJ: <smirking> why do you care?

FW: just curious

MHJ: Where is your pet?

FW: If you mean my husband he is around here……somewhere as well

<the siblings fall into silence and Fire just sits there and stares at Moose with her arms crossed>

MHJ: Ok, what?

FW: You punched me in the nose

MHJ: In a wrestling match, yes

FW: You still punched me in the nose

MHJ: ……in a wrestling match…….yes, what is your point?

FW: You punched me in the nose

MHJ: I think we have established that. We have also established that it was IN A WRESTLING MATCH

FW: I should get to punch you in the nose

MHJ: What?

FW: I should get to punch you in the nose since you punched me in the nose

MHJ: I am NOT going to let you punch me in the nose. IT WAS A WRESTLING MATCH!

FW: Doesn’t matter

MHJ: Are you off your meds?

FW: Hmph

MHJ: You’re serious?

FW: YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE NOSE!

MHJ: IT WAS A WRESTLING MACH!

<another long silence passes between them>

MHJ: given who we are, it could have been a lot worse

FW: You still punched me in the nose

MHJ: I am not letting you punch me in the nose

FW: hmph

MHJ: FINE! Punch me in the nose then! You are the most stubborn……

FW: no

MHJ: No?

FW: No. I don’t want to

MHJ: WHAT? You JUST said…..

FW: I changed my mind

MHJ: You WHAT?

FW: I changed my mind

MHJ: Oh no, you are not going to hold this over me, punch me in the nose NOW

FW: Nope

MHJ: Dammit Fire……just do it so we can move on

FW: I don’t want to

MHJ: <smirking> Do it……..or I will tell everyone about……the poster

FW: <eyes wide> WHAT? You said you would never…….

MHJ: punch me

FW: No

MHJ: Ok then……let’s see, where is that picture of you fawning over that poster of……what was their name again? Oh yeah Me……

POW

MHJ: OW! DAMMIT! <Moose holds his face and wipes the blood that is dripping from his nose and smirks>

FW: YOU PROMISED!

MHJ: Now we are even…….grab me a napkin

<Fire grabs Moose a pile of napkins then sits back down, Moose just chuckles a bit>

MHJ: you know, we are psychologists wet dreams, right?

FW: <smiling finally> We do seem to have our own way of working things out

MHJ: So what’s going on with you

FW: With me? Nothing

MHJ: Liar

FW: I am right as the rain

MHJ: Uh huh. <Moose reaches into his pocket and pulls out a roll of stamps and tosses them to Fire> If you mailed it in any more, you would be sponsored by the US Postal Servce

FW: Why the hell do you have a roll of stamps in your pocket

MHJ: Sending Christmas Cards? Don’t avoid the question

FW: ……

MHJ: You are floundering again

FW: <signing> so is this where you decide to make my life hell again and we go to war and damn near kill one another?

MHJ: No. not again. But think about how you felt after that……how alive you felt. You had that edge back, you were focused, you won the world title. Admit it, that feud woke something up inside of you

FW: Something that I have worked VERY hard to keep quiet

MHJ: oh….well then quit

FW: What?

MHJ: Quit. Go sit in your haunted house all alone. See how well THAT works out

FW: Maybe I will!

MHJ: I give you a month before you are stir crazy, if that, then you will go all Shining

FW: Why do you care?

MHJ: Cause you’re better than this

FW: Maybe I’m not

MHJ: Bullshit, I’ve been in the ring with you

FW: Jackie, I don’t WANT another blood feud. That is your thing, you feed off that anger, it just wears me down and makes me tired. Fighting to keep that part of me from taking over is draining, I can’t do that and stay sane

MHJ: Who said anything about a blood feud? You are floundering, pick a title and go after it. You want something that is not about blood? Who is one guy in this company you respect, even when you are on opposite sides?

FW: ……..

MHJ: Stank, stupid

FW: Don’t call me stupid jerkface!

MHJ: Look……you don’t want blood and destruction? A man you respect holds the PURE wrestling title in the company. What more do you want?

FW: So…..you are telling me to go after one of the Saints. Suuuuuure and I am sure the Saints and Black Hand will just sit back and let whatever happens happen

MHJ: With you? Yes. Stank would skin us if we got involved, you know that. And while it’s a dirty word around here, you know damn well that LD and I have a ton of respect for you.

FW: And Chloe?

MHJ: All I have to do is tell Chloe to stay away and she will

FW: Yeah THAT is a healthy partnership

MHJ: Like I am going to listen to YOU when it comes to…….partnership…….advice

FW: And the Black Hand?

MHJ: They do what I say

<they fall back into silence for a minute and sip their coffee, finally Chloe comes up to the table>

Chloe: Jack the car is……<her mood changes noticeably>……..oh

MHJ: <smirking> The car is ready to go

Chloe: <glaring at Fire, who pretends not to notice> yes

MHJ: Ok…..I’m on my way

<Chloe turns and leaves, Moose gets up and looks at her>

MHJ: Think about it at least……..you need this……and so does Stank

<Fire nods, absentmindedly and goes back to sipping her coffee, Moose turns and walks away and we fade>

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is eating at a FroYo place in Wyoming when a Sexy Female Journalist saunters up to him.

Eco: You’d think they would start sending men.

SFJ: What?

Eco: Nothing.

SFJ: Ecosystem, this past Wednesday, you tapped out to your sister’s Trinitarian Choke. Do you have any comments? Are you angry with her?

Eco: I’m angry with myself, sure. Not with her. I’m proud of her.

SFJ: Proud of her?

Eco: Did I stutter? Is my accent too thick? She’s my sister, and she tapped out a great wrestler, who happened to be her brother.

SFJ: Well, it’s just…after you paid that man to spit in her face –

Eco: I was making a point to her. That people don’t hold to their values in the face of even a little cash. If she was a bad person, the act wouldn’t have had much of a point.

SFJ: But still…it seems that her tapping you out was the culmination of a lot of things between you two. You know…since she had one of the most successful single runs with the Intercontinental Championship in recent memory, and it took you months and months to win the Tag Team Championships and you only did so by cheating…I was wondering if you might be…jealous of her.

Eco bolts up straight. The manager and the two other customers in the store look at him. He considers his situation, and sits back down. His next words are whispered, hissed.

Eco: What is an ecosystem?

SFJ: An environment?

Eco: Exactly. So when I call myself Ecosystem – when I keep that name, I refer to the fact that everyone plays in my world. That even when I do not stand on the stage, I set the entire background, the context, the environment.

We’re in Wyoming this week. Big news out of Wyoming in the last couple weeks – Liz Cheney dropped out of the Senate race. Now, do you think the scandals that were already in the press were enough to force her out of that race? A little spat about current residence and the fact that her lesbian sister Mary disagreed with her anti-gay marriage position?

SFJ: …I don’t know?

Eco: Let me tell you this – if Chris Christie can manage an above-50 approval rating right now, that trivial nonsense was extremely survivable. No, it was what hadn’t come out yet. And what hadn’t come out yet was only used because someone had an interest in keeping Mary Cheney out of the news…because her employer, AOL, was about to make a very sketchy move in the process of dumping Patch Media and jacking up their stock price. But of course, no one had cause to look too closely, because no one from AOL had political consultants looking to destroy them. Do you catch my drift?

SFJ: And you’re claiming you were involved.

Eco: (sitting back, smirking) You might think that. I couldn’t possibly comment.

SFJ: I don’t believe you.

Eco: Excuse me?

SFJ: I don’t believe you. Like, that just sounds like you’re telling me half of a story to get me to ignore the fact that you’re jealous of your sister.

Ecosystem calmly stands up, and punches the Sexy Female Journalist in the face. She goes down. The patrons stand up.

Patron #1: What the fuck man? Hitting a woman?

Manager: I’m calling the cops!

Eco: (calmly) I am a celebrity of some note. This woman, a member of the paparazzi, was harassing me. You are free to call the cops if that’s what you think you should do. However, if you choose to ignore that one little incident, I will give you each five hundred dollars. What do you say?

All three people look at each other. The manager, the only woman of the three, finally extends her hand.

Manager: And you don’t do it again.

Eco: Of course not. A rash decision on my part.

Eco pays her, and then the patrons, who look uncomfortable. He sits back down to his FroYo.

Eco: (looking down at the journalist, whose mascara is streaked from the blow and tears) Tell me. Could Mai do that?

The SFJ exits.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Murphy's law is at a gym. Daniella is doing a plank with DK standing on her back. He looks at his watch and steps off. They trade places, with her grabbing 35 pound dumbells. She does a set of bicep curls, a set of hammer curls, and a set of triceps extensions before getting off, and DK drops to the mat*

DK: I swear you must have gained weight.

Dee; Still 199, bro.

DK: Playboy Buddy Rose called and he wants his scale back.

Dee: Very funny. Let's take a break and think about Mayhem.

DK: What about it? No disrespect to our opponents, but I don't think they've ever teamed up.

Dee: It pains me to say anything nice about Folz, and I do plan on beating the crap out of him, but he and Lexie are very talented and more experienced than we are, but that's not what I'm thinking about.

*DK has rolled onto his back and is alternating between crunches and bridges*

DK: Alright, then, what?

Dee: What are the odds that the Suicide Kings will jump in?

DK: With us and Folz involved? Good point.

*Daniella digs into her gym bag and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and tosses them to DK*

DK: I'm not as intense about this stuff as Danny but I don't want to use weapons in a match unless it's sanctioned.

Dee: Same here. Besides, Lexie is Spenser and Ashley's sister, and we both want to beat Folz without giving him any excuses.

DK; So?

Dee: If the Kings, the Black Hand, anyone else jumps in, a MURDEROUS RIGHT or LEFT HOOK FROM HELL will do a little more damage.

[BookerShark]

(Power comes out of the trainer's room and runs into an SFJ. She rolls her eyes and beckons her over.)

SFJ: Power, you lost your PHWF World Championship this week to Dillon Walker.

P: Yes, yes I did. Congratulations, Walker, Moose, Draculs, Sis. For this really was a team effort. Deception and barely legal beatdowns cost me the title. But that's fine. I never expected it, and though I really liked having the gold, I have other priorities on my mind. And only marginally are they related to my sister.

SFJ: You're referring to the Dance of Death qualifier on Wednesday?

P: Clever little thing, aren't you? Yes, I get right into the big boy game fighting for the Intercontinental Championship. And if you look at the competition, I don't stand a chance. Two Grand Slam winners, one future Grand Slam winner, and me. You'd probably say the odds are against me, right?

SFJ: ...I...

P: Of course you wouldn't, because you're interviewing me. But here I am, the dark horse. But remember last year? Two young rookies, just off major injuries, upset all three favorites and ended up walking out of Dance of Death the Tag Team Champions? Well, boys, Mai, history has a way of repeating itself. I do NOT intend to go gentle into that good night. Whoever goes down, goes down, then Miss Alexis Darling, don't worry about the other two, because Power is and has been your worst nightmare. Polish that belt up nicely and get ready to find out that Power plays for keeps.

(Power walks off the set and back toward her locker room. Meanwhile, in the Saints of Sinners locker room, Moose is watching OOWF-TV with Chloe at his feet. She is humming to herself, and Moose stops the promo, he reaches down and takes her chin.)

Moose: Remember last year? Dance of Death?

Chloe: (Smiling) I won. And right before that I crippled Texpress.

Moose: That you did. Wednesday night we get that chance again.

Chloe: (Standing up and spinning around and skipping) I love Dancing. And I love Death. Perfect!

Moose: That it will be, that it will be...

Chloe: (Leaping high in the air) Wheeee! Trust me!

(Chloe keeps dancing as Moose takes another drag off his cigar and the cameras fade)

[BookerShark]

~~~ We see an empty hallway outside the door of the General Manager's office. A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist is waiting for.. someone. The GM's door opens, and Bridgette walks out, dressed in her business attire, briefcase in hand. ~~~

RNSFJ: Miss Bridgette, why were you talking to the GM this morning?

Bridgette: Shug, You should know by now I'm involved in much of the marketing the OOWF does. Mr. Corbitt needed to sign off on a couple of things.

RNSFJ: So you weren't in there pulling some strings, asking for a Title match for Texpress?

Bridgette: Hon, Zane & Chad are more than capable of earning their Championship opportunities on their own. Now that we have someone in charge who is unbiased, I don't have any reason to pull strings.

RNSFJ: So what does Texpress plan to do next?

Bridgette: Well first, there is the Dance of Death qualifier coming up. They've been hard at work preparing to face Reyna & Allen, Bill & Justin & LD & Stank. When they survive that one, It's off to the Pay Per View itself.

RNSFJ: Chad & Zane have been mentioned a lot lately.

Bridgette: Oh shug, If they responded to every time someone talked bad about them, Zane & Chad would never do anything but talk. And that's not their style. Moose can blame Chad, LD can blame Zane & Clio can try to rewrite history all they want. Texpress wins. They do it better than anyone else. That's what they are focused on. Now, If you'll excuse me, I have more work to attend to.

~~~ Bridgette turns and heads down the hall. The RNSFJ watches her for a moment, then call out after her ~~~

RNSFJ: Wait.. Is Chad really seeing that Miranda chick?

~~~ Bridgette keeps walking and we Fade... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Fade in….

Somewhere in Australia.. in a bar….


TW: HOLEY CRAP!!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?

Crowd looks at Tommy, like he is crazy –

TW: Shaun did it! Inside 1440 full out mute grab!

<People stare at him>

TW: DUDES! Two full inside flips with a 4 complete spins, while hanging onto the board! In the air, on a snowboard!

<Nothing>

TW: The dude did something so totally bonkers, he might have died! And got away with it!

<Huge explosion of cheers!>

Bartender: Ain't you Tommy Wilder?

TW: Yup! I'm on walkabout, fair dinkum! Hope to tie my kangaroo down and throw a couple of shrimp and the Barbie with some Sheila!

BT: Don't do that. Seriously, mate.

TW: <bummed out> OK.

BT: We watch you on OOWF TV! Have for years! You and Westgaard against Outback Jack and Gatorbait! Classic!

TW: Yeah… good times.

BT: So why are you in Australia?

TW: I have no idea… I remember taking a shot to the skull somewhere in upstate New York, an ambulance, a cute nurse wearing a blue garter belt, a lot of Mountain Dew, a rollercoaster, TSA security, Red Bull, a monastery and a monkey.

BT: <Blinks> No, really – why are you traveling?

TW: By accident?

BT: Nah. No such thing. Look out the window there – see Ayers Rock? Why climb it?

TW: Cause it would be COOOL….

BT: Would free climbing be better than rapple?

TW: Well, yeah. Bigger rush. Lot of folks can go up on ropes. Free climb? Man, that's rare air.

BT: So you want ta do stuff almost nobody else can.

TW: I guess. Yeah.

BT: No take a look out the window behind me. Great Barrier Reef. Sharks, coral, rays and jellies.

TW: Duuuude.

BT: So – rigger, wind sail, or longboard?

TW: Longboard. Or Boogieboard.

BT: Why?

TW: 'Cause almost nobody would try it. Supposed to be impossible. I would have to give that a shot.

BT: OK, now look over there – See that salt flat?

TW: WINDBOARDING!

BT: Yup. How high you think you could hop in that wind?

TW: I don't know. What's the record?

BT: Is that important?

TW: Sure! I'd aim for the record plus 5 feet. With a twist. Cause I bet I could.

BT: Right! So, can you do all that in the ring? Go higher, try stuff nobody else does, go bigger and hard and aim for the top?

TW: Sure, dude! But folks seem to have a handle on my trick-list….

BT: So change it.

TW: <Closes eyes, leans back in his chair> Dude, if it was only that easy…

BT: OK, last bits. Some advice, and one last question.

TW: Hit me, dude.


BT: First… BUUUUUURP! That's Australian for "Take care of bizzo and get legendary, Tommy."

And -

Why are you sitting in the middle of some billabong talking to yourself?


Tommy suddenly opens his eyes, and he is sitting under a tree, staring at a confused kangaroo…. Otherwise, all alone.


TW: No. Way.

I GOTTA GET BACK! Thanks roo-dude!


Kangaroo looks at Tommy leave, belches, and puts on a familiar hat….



FADE

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo is talking with the Sexy Female Journalist from the earlier clip with Eco over tea.

Mai: I still can't believe he - I mean, I can, but I'm really sorry.

SFJ: Honestly, I'm just embarrassed that I teared up on camera.

Mai: Getting socked in the nose will do that.

SFJ: I should have kicked him in the balls.

Mai: (taking a sip) I can vouch for that as a good method with him, yes.

The waiter brings them a bill for the tea.

Waiter: Whenever you're ready.

Mai: Yeah, just take my card. Thanks!

SFJ: You didn't have to pay.

Mai: Totally fine. We're not working.

SFJ: I am.

Mai: You are?

SFJ: You have a very fraught match this week, Mai. You're going up against your longtime tag partner who turned his back on your ethical code with your brother, and has now split on his own - and almost crushed you last week before your brother stepped in. You're also going up against Power, who you suddenly allied yourself with against the Saints of Sinners even after being warded off by her before, a decision you yourself acknowledged might not be that wise. And you're facing LD Williams, one of the most decorated men in OOWF history, who also happens to be a member of the Saints and the father of a good friend of yours. How are you dealing with all that?

Mai: ...By working really hard to make sure it's either Stan or LD getting pinned? We're not figuring out who is sitting at whose lunch table. It's a wrestling match.

SFJ: But how do you feel about it?

Mai: I feel like I enjoy living my dream job. Nothing more or less.

The waiter returns.

Waiter: Ma'am, your card was declined.

Mai: (turning purple) Um, that must be an error. Here, I have a different card -

SFJ: I got it. (turns to Mai) It's company business.

The waiter takes the SFJs card.

Mai: It was just an error -

SFJ: No, it wasn't. I got Eco pissed at you, and he probably drained the money from your joint account. 

Mai: How did you know -

SFJ: Honey, some of us are real journalists, not just sexy females. He's been sending money to you and your mom out of his stock returns for a decade now. Your debit card that you took out has both your names on it. Now, I also know that when Firewoman signed you to a newbie contract as General Manager, it wasn't all that lucrative, partly because her discretion working under Ecosystem was pretty unclear. And you probably never asked for a raise, and still rely a little bit on big brother. Isn't that right?

Mai: ...

SFJ: What?

Mai: It would be really un-Christian if two Muyos gave you different black eyes one day apart, right?

SFJ: Yes, dear.

Mai: Darn.

FADE

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams enters the Saints' locker room carrying a duffel bag. He sets the bag down on a table and stares at Chloe long enough for it to get uncomfortable.**

Moose: "L.D.?"

LDW: "When Moose told me you were joining the Saints, Chloe, I was against it. I thought you were too young, too green, too...not like us."

C: <looking down> "I know."

LDW: "I was wrong."

**Chloe looks up and smiles.**

LDW: "I'm not about to call you a martyr - I'm not a fan of the whole religious thing you two've got going on - but I will call you partner."

**Williams takes a championship belt out of the bag and hands it to Chloe. He takes a second one out and tosses it to Moose.**

M: "Trios titles? Where the hell'd you get these?"

LDW: "You don't want to know."

C: "A championship - for me?"

LDW: "You deserve it."

C: "Whoo-Hoo! Rock and Roll! I'm the gnarliest d-"

M: "Chloe."

C: "...sorry."

Stank: "How come I don't get a belt?"

LDW: "You have one."

S: "So does she."

LDW: "She's less likely to defend hers against my daughter. I don't want any excuses when Miranda beats you."

S: "No offence Billy-Dee, but your daughter doesn't stand a chance of beating me."

LDW: "That's what you used to say about me."

S: "I still say that about you."

**Stank and L.D. glare at each other for a long moment, then both burst out laughing.**

MHJ: "Not to point out the obvious, but people - including Nate- aren't going to be thrilled about us carrying titles we haven't earned."

LDW: "Probably not."

S: "In fact, they might even say you're spitting on a legacy."

LDW: "The thought had occurred."

C: "So there might be an angry mob calling for our blood?"

LDW: "Could be."

C: "AWESOME!"

**Chloe jumps up, runs to the door, and props it open. Williams chuckles as he sits down and puts his feet up on the table next to his new title.**

<fade>

[BookerShark]

FADE in somewhere in Dry Fork, Wyoming, or its nearest equivalent. Sitting at a bar is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s well into his Newcastle Brown Ale; there’s four empty bottles on the bar plus the one he’s drinking. As he’s sitting there, up walks his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.

SF: “Martha.”

MR: “You don’t seem surprised to see me.”

SF: “I called the office yesterday and they told me you booked a flight to Denver. I extrapolated and figured you were eventually headed here.”

MR: “So you’re not completely drunk.”

SF: “I’m around 375 pounds. I’m not even buzzed. What’s up?”

MR: “You've been acting odd lately. I've been watching OOWF-TV and when you’re on there, which isn't often, you’re different. I had to come and see what you needed.”

SF: “Well, let’s see. I won the Grand Slam Championship. No one gave a damn. It took me about three weeks before we could get the historian put in the records. Not long after winning the Tag Team Championships, my partner started getting weirder than his usual weird. We had a good end-of-the-team match, then started teaming again while Juni goes further round the bend. Now I've found out the historian has removed my Grand Slam achievement from the records again. So...”

Fulton raises his half-empty bottle and finishes it in one swallow.

SF: “...here I am.”

MR: “Wallowing in self-pity.”

SF: “The wallowing I’ll give you. Self-pity? I don’t think so. I’m at one of those crossroads again. I've had a few of them before here in the OOWF and now I have to figure out where I go from here. Or do I go.”

MR: “What do you mean?”

SF: “Is there anything for me in the OOWF any longer? Should I try to sign with WWE, ROH, TNA? Retire? Lord knows I have enough money saved up. You've kept my business ventures and investments making money. By the way, did you...?”

MR: “Yes. We purchased OOWF Catering. The re-branding will begin in a few months and I've sent out letters to some of the... shall we say more finicky talent... to see if there’s anything special they want stocked. The more fringe items will have to go away; no more pizza rolls. We've also bought out Flair. Ric’s Sub Shoppe will be folded into the overall catering business instead of operating as a separate entity. Flair’s desperate for money so we were able to low-ball him a figure. He jumped at it.”

SF: “Good. Good.”

MR: “Now what about you? Where do you go from here?”

Fulton sighs.

SF: “Back to the beginning. Back to where I started. I’m the only Grand Slam Champion that’s treated like a rookie. So it’s time I started earning respect back again. To do that, I’m going to have to hold some gold again.”

MR: “Which one to start?”

SF: “Logic dictates that I don’t get between Stank and Firewoman.”

MR: “Good plan.”

SF: “I don’t have a tag team partner and I haven’t worked my way up to a World Heavyweight Championship chance.”

MR: “So that leaves one major title.”

SF: “The Crusher Stan Fulton. The next OOWF Intercontinental Champion.”

MR: “Alexis isn't a pushover.”

SF: “Never said she was. But I am also a two-time IC champ. Time to make it three.”

MR: “Glad I could help.”

SF: “Oh, you’re not done helping me.”

MR: “Obviously. I’ll head back to Miami and keep the business going.”

SF: “There’s one more thing. I’m going to take a page out of our World Champion’s playbook.”

MR: “You’re going to marry a gorgeous actress?”

SF: “Not likely. Start making calls. Tell everyone that The Crusher Stan Fulton is for hire. Let’s up our liquidity. I feel like buying stuff.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

We see OOWF World Champion Matt Folz standing with his arm around his lovely wife's shoulders.

MF: Christian, you're right, I definitely didn't see that coming. Mostly because I didn't think anyone, not even someone as retarded as you, would come up with such a stupid and ultimately pointless plan. Let me see if I understand your... for lack of a better term I'll call it 'logic'.. here. All week you wouldn't shut up about how it was your time, how you were going to destroy me and how there was absolutely no doubt you were going to be the next OOWF Champion. You talked a lot of shit, but what happened when it was time to back it up? Instead of trying to back up anything you were talking about, you instead decided to waste your one guaranteed title shot in order to get yourself disqualified and steal a title belt. Well done genius, except for one problem: I'm STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. You can brag and show off that belt all you want, I think it's... what's the term I'm thinking of?

JF: Fucking pathetic.

MF: She's as smart as she is gorgeous folks. That's a perfect term, fucking pathetic. Why would you even want to show off a belt that you didn't earn and doesn't belong to you? And if you do come up with such a stupid plan, then own up to it. Don't run to an 'undisclosed location' and hide like the scared little bitch you are. Also, as to your unbelievably stupid theory that I'd care about a belt more than my wife's safety, that just proves you've never had a serious relationship in your life. So to summarize: Matt Folz, OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and married to the hottest woman in the history of this industry. Christian Carter? Scared little thieving bitch in love with his left hand. Not exactly a fair comparison.

Moving on, I'd like to briefly address my match this week. Both my opponents, as well as my own partner, justifiably have good reason to dislike me. And, let's be honest, I don't like them either. But it's the World Champion and the Intercontinental Champion teaming up to face the Tag Team Champions, I can promise the fans we're going to go out and put on the match of the night.

One more thing before Jaime and I head out for dinner. Stan, good luck on your new side job. And if you'd allow me, I'd like to give you one piece of advice. Always insist on being paid in cash, checks leave too much of a paper trail.

The newlyweds walk off as we...... FADE

[BookerShark]

It's a different day, but Firewoman is back drinking her coffee. This time it's a Mayan Mocha. Ecosystem sits down.

FW: Great...

Eco: Lisa...

FW: First, you lost your right to use my first name a while ago.

Eco: I thought we were friends now?

FW: I am not homicidally inclined toward you anymore. We have a long way to go to be friends.

Eco: Fair enough. Second?

FW: Second, you're in an awfully good mood.

Eco: It's been a good week.

FW: Uh huh. I see by your actions you've made your choice.

Eco: Choice?

FW: I recall a time when we were having a discussion about how we would never be right. That the two of us, would always struggle with doing the right thing. I decided then and there that if it had to be a conscious choice every single day...every hour...ever minute... then that is a choice I would make.

Eco: Interesting. I have chosen otherwise.

FW: I see that. What do you want?

Eco: Well, we are in a match together tomorrow night. Against each other.

FW: Yeah...hm...that doesn't bother me as much as it once would.

Eco: Progress!

FW: Your point?

Eco: Well, Evans doesn't like you very much.

FW: Nor I him, ungrateful little twit.

Eco: So he's going to be extra special gunning for you. I am offering....to run interference.

FW: Uh huh.

Eco: I'm serious.

FW: I know you are....why would you do that?

Eco: Because, we were friends once--

FW: You brainwashed and drugged me into being your angel of destruction. That's not friendship.

Eco: It isn't?

At this point Ecosystem smiles, indicating he's been goofing off. Fire looks at him incredulously, and then smiles a little herself.

Eco: Gotcha.

FW: Very funny.

Eco: I will watch your back with Evans, whether you want me to or not.

FW: I don't need it.

Eco: Fine....I know....no one bothers you, not even me any more.

FW: Nope, not even you anymore.

Eco: Except......

Juni looks around and leans in so as to talk quietly.

Eco: A certain roided-out redhead who walks around like a faded photocopy of Firewoman's Greatest Hits?

FW: Who?

Eco: Chloe?

FW: Don't be ridiculous.

Eco: I know how you feel about your brother, and about mind control tactics, thanks to yours truly, and Poe before me, and probably a few others. I can't for the life of me figure out why you have let her meander around here taking your gimmicks right and left, taking your friends on the board of directors, and taking your place at your brother's side, and do not give me any crap about Alex, because we both know if you wanted to be with your brother, nothing on the planet would stop you. She does everything that would put her right at the top of Firewoman's Most Likely to Die list. You've set people on fire and crucified them for less. But her--

FW: *angrily* Juni...I am focused on beating your ass, Chris Evan's ass, and Miranda's ass on Wednesday, and then once again beating Stank's ass for the Onslaught championship. Whatever Moose's Plaything-of-the-Moment is or does, does not even cross my radar.

Eco: See, you say all that, and any one else might believe you, but...is that it?  Is that the choice you make, every hour, every minute, to not...?

The two lock eyes. After a bit, Juni's eyes widen with a realization.

Eco: Ooooooh....oh oh oh.....she gets to you.....she .... dare I say it?

FW: Don't.

Eco: She....INTIMIDATES you?

FW: She doesn't!

Eco: Oh, I know that look, Fire....I used to see it when we were across the ring from one another....

FW: This conversation is over.

Fire stands up abruptly.

FW: See you in the ring, Sensei. If I have it my way, you'll be counting the lights in the ceiling while I get the three-count on you.

Firewoman storms away, knocking a catering tray full of tables over as she goes. Ecosystem sits back in his chair, mulling this all over.

[BookerShark]

(Face back to somewhere in Dry Fork, Wyoming. Crusher Stan Fulton is finishing his sixth Newcastle Brown Ale and closely examining the bottle when suddenly a six pack of Red Horse Extra Strong is set on the bar by Chloe Neal.)

C: Mr Fulton.

SF: Miss Neal.

C: Care for a real beer?

SF: Never tried it. Had a San Miguel when I was there and didn't care for it.

C: That's like comparing your Newcastle to Bud Lite. Try one.

(Chloe and Stan pop the tops and quickly down the malt beverage. Fulton looks askance at the bottle.)

SF: Interesting. Sweet, almost...fruit like.

C: It's the bananas.

SF: Seriously?

C: Trust me.

SF: You didn't come here for just a punchline, did you?

C: Nope, I just wanted to thank you for your respect a few weeks ago. I know we haven't been on the same side of things for a while. Your acceptance was...well, appreciated.

SF: Why do I feel a But coming?

C: No But. Just a proposition. I understand you are, shall we say, For Hire?

SF: I've been dabbling in....some specialties.

(Chloe slides Fulton a piece of paper.)

SF: Doable. Very doable.

(Chloe slides Fulton a big stack of cash.)

SF: Very generous.

C: I assume we have a deal?

SF: We have a deal.

(Chloe breaks out two more Red Horses, offers one to Fulton, and they toast each other and down the bottles. She leaves one bottle on the counter and takes the last one with her.)

C: See ya, Mr Fulton.

SF: Take care.

(Chloe exits. Fulton looks at the money.)

SF: Nice profit. And I would have done this one for free.

(Fulton pops the top on the last Red Horse as the cameras fade.)

[BookerShark]

*OOWF camera's walk in to an old, dusty castle. As the shot follows a faint light, we see a man sitting at a drawing table in front of a fire place. A tattered and torn Amazing Jos mask hangs on the corner of the table, facing Mr. Reyna*

"Yo big dawg, look behind you!"

*Jose Reyna quickly looks over his shoulder and see's the camera. With his lovely hair covering half of his face, he flashes a grin before turning completely around to look at the camera man*

Jose: *Raises a goblet of wine* Salud... *Takes a sip* Despite the fact that my memory gets very distorted when I reflect on my time before the Suicide Kings, there's one thing I do remember. The fact management over looked me for almost every golden opportunity.

Presently, management has seen me and my comrades as thorns in their sides. It's also apparent half the roster seems to be angered by the fact that we do things on our own terms and play this game by our own rules.

We've rattled cages to the point where management is trying to edge out Myself, Jason and Christian from title contention with these little "Elimination" matches. Cute...

The Suicide Kings know the Ballad of the Dance of Death and we will be dancing our way to victory very soon! We shall crush all who oppose us, every step of the way!

There's no denying either of us! Christian already is the uncrowned World Champion! Myself and Jason are THE sickest Tag Team in this company and we will continue our hot streak in the Tag Team Division!

It's only a matter of time when all 3 Kings hold gold and rule this company with an Iron Fist! I DARE any one to stop us!

Saints of Sinners, Banned From Everywhere, Texpress... Prepare for a blood bath tomorrow!

*Jose picks up his goblet and strides off. The camera begins to get closer to the drawing board and see's an image drawn on a piece of paper*

[BookerShark]

Eco sits against the chair after Fire has left. He fidgets.

FW: I recall a time when we were having a discussion about how we would never be right. That the two of us, would always struggle with doing the right thing. I decided then and there that if it had to be a conscious choice every single day...every hour...ever minute... then that is a choice I would make.

Eco: Fuck.

He picks up his phone. He appears to be on hold for a bit, pressing a couple buttons.

Eco: Hi, my name is Junichiro Muyo. I asked to have one of my accounts frozen earlier because I was concerned about fraud. It's cleared up now, and I'd like to make it available again....Yes...

Eco begins to read his card number, but turns off the ninjacam first.

...

Ninjacam back on. Eco is dialing.

Eco: Mai. Your account is open now....Just an error on their end...you really thought I would turn it off on you? You're still my little sister, even when we...uh-huh, no, I understand...sure, you should go ask for the raise...it's not dependency, it's a gift...well, is Mom dependent then?...I know, I know...okay...okay, sure thing, Love you, Mai.

Eco suddenly freezes.

Eco: ....what? No, I said "goodbye." Don't be cute.

Eco hangs up. A man in a suit comes to Eco with a briefcase.

Man: Bad timing?

Eco: No. Fine.

Man: (placing the briefcase on the table) I just wanted to thank you on behalf of AOL, and I trust you'll find this more than adequate compensation -

Eco: Compensation? Wait, what is this?

Man: Well, we weren't quite able to get you the title you wanted -

Eco: Did Mary make the call?

Man: No.

Eco hangs back.

Eco: Mary placed no call to any embassy.

Man: We wanted to keep her away from this operation. We trust that the alternative compensation is adequate.

Eco opens the briefcase. He counts the stacks briefly. He slams the case shut.

Eco: (leaning in) Do you understand what an insult it is when you ask a millionaire for a exchange of political favors and you hand him ten thousand dollars instead?

Man: With all due respect, you're not exactly a Koch brother. And besides, I know how you athletes burn money. Wouldn't you rather get something than nothing?

Eco: (pauses, smiles) You're a flunky, right?

Man: I'm an assistant to the Vice President of-

Eco: Assistant to. Not assistant vice president, assistant to. So this is a lot of money to you.

Man: Absolutely.

Eco: I'll tell you what. I'll take this money from you, and give it right back to you, if you strip naked in this coffeeshop and roll on the floor, squealing like a pig.

Man: ...What?

Eco: That's my offer.

Man: No. Absolutely not.

Eco: That's funny. You told me earlier you'd rather get something than nothing.

Man: Well, when you're going to be doing the same thing regardless.

Eco: Exactly.

Eco stands up and tackles the man to the ground! Eco is holding the man down amateur wrestler style as he begins to strip him of his clothes. The man pulls away as Eco tears his shirt off, but Eco runs up behind him and stomps his head into the ground. Eco tears off his belt and pants, whipping him with the belt. The crowd in the coffee shop is just staring at this point, unsure what to do. A barista looks to quietly be calling the cops on their phone, but Ecosystem calmly walks up and turns her phone off.

Eco: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can clearly see from the unmarked briefcase of cash, that man was attempting to buy a bomb from me. He is a terrorist, a traitor to his nation. I am about to go turn him into the police station, but I say we show him some Wyoming justice first. First man, woman or child in this building to make that pig squeal wins the ten thousand in the briefcase.

People jump up and run over to kick the man on the ground. He protests that Eco is lying, but there's too much of a frenzy. The camera cuts to Eco in the corner, smiling and finishing his own Mayan Mocha as he hears a faint squeal.

FADE

[BookerShark]

** Miranda Williams is sitting at Ric's when SFJ#47, INC in tow, sits down across from her.**

SFJ#47: "You've got a big match this week."

MW: "Really Big."

SFJ#47: "On the bright side, all you have to do is not get pinned and you'll qualify for Dance of Death."

MW: "Can’t look at it that way though. I’m in there with three veterans. Three former World Champions. If I start thinking in terms of ‘not losing’ rather than ‘winning’, they’ll eat me alive.”

SFJ#47: “I’m sure Firewoman will have your back, won’t she?”

MW: “Probably...but I can’t expect it, you know? It’s not a tag match. Fire doesn’t have to work with me. If she does, fantastic, but I have to assume she’ll pin me if she gets a chance. Heck, if I leave an opening, I deserve to lose.”

SFJ#47: “That seems...pessimistic.”

MW: “Just the opposite, really. I’m getting in the ring with three incredible wrestlers, and I expect them to treat me as a rival, as a legitimate threat. To me, that would be the highest compliment I could ask for.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Ghosthead stands out in the falling snow next to a giant bell planted in front of St. Francis of Assisi Church in Dry Fork. From beneath his long trench coat Ghosthead pulls out the sledgehammer he walked out of the arena with at last week's Mayhem. The hammer is now adorned with unknown symbols and accented with a chain and a hook on the tail end of the handle.

Ghost - The tapestry has a funny way of revealing itself. Tonight I face three who are more than opponents, but with whom our threads are very much intertwined. Two by choice. One who so foolishly put himself there. Danny Taylor the beast within him that stirs my blood.. it calls from the darkness in his soul that so struggles against. There is a reckoning coming, hastened each time we find ourselves in combat. Our Dance began in blood Danny Taylor. We'll see if it ends in Death.

Then There is Alexander Darling. The would be sun god whom I had to destroy. I sent him to the depths of oblivion and now he rises like the phoenix adorned on his chest. I am eager to find what chaos he and I shall wrought from the cauldron the OOWF. There are interesting times ahead between Alexander Darling and I. He seeks to destroy me. He seek redemption. Time will tell if he has either...

... and then there is Christian Carter. The great pretender. The man who stole my World Heavyweight Championship and would do so again to the current Champion, Matthew Folz. Is it little wonder why no one is willing to give you the respect you so desire, Carter? You will soon learn, as others who seek such things, that respect can never be taken... but the harder lesson for you Christian Carter is that you do not cross the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell.

Tonight I will take back my claim to the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship and then you too will know... just like everyone else. The Death Knell...

*Ghosthead raises the sledgehammer, swings, and bangs it against the giant bell releasing a loud "BONG"*

Ghost - ... tolls for thee.

*Ghosthead walks away and disappears into the shadows as the camera fades to black.*

[BookerShark]

(Moosehead Jack and Chloe are getting ready for their Dance of Death elimination match when Chloe turns to Moose.)

C: Jack, is Bridgette totally stupid?

M: Less so than her boys, those products of the San Antonio Public Schools. Why do you ask?

C: She thinks they're facing LD and Stank tonight.

M: Well, they do have that blind spot when it comes to the Saints. They forget that unlike them, LD and Stank are just as talented as singles wrestlers as in a team. LD will easily earn his way into the Intercontinental Title Dance of Death, and Stank will demonstrate why he deserves his Onslaught Championship.

C: And in the Tag Team qualifier...

M: We show everyone that doubts you just how good I know you are.

C: (Bowing her head) Thank you, Jack. Thank you for believing in me.

M: LD proved it. The Saints believe in you. Tonight we'll prove once again why the Saints are the most feared group in the OOWF.

C: (Looking up at the camera, her eyes filled with rage and an evil smirk on her face) Trust us.

(The two begin laughing hysterically as Chloe skips around the room and the cameras fade)

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Dry Fork, Wyoming
January 22, 2014

FIREWOMAN vs. MIRANDA WILLIAMS vs. CHRIS EVANS vs. ECOSYSTEM – Loser is Eliminated from the Dance of Death Four Way Onslaught Championship Match

Match TBAL. Eco gets pinned and eliminated from the Dance of Death Onslaught Championship Match

SUICIDE KINGS vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE vs. SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. TEXPRESS – Loser is Eliminated from the Dance of Death Four Way World Tag Team Title Match

Everyone is introduced and mulls about the ring eyeing one another wearily. Moose is slumped in the corner with Chloe standing defiantly in front of him. She walks up to Chad and Zane and a war of words begins. While she is doing that, Moose rolls out of the ring and slips around the side, grabs Chad’s ankle and pulls him to the mat, then out to the floor. The referee calls for the bell, BFE and the Kings shrug and head to their corners. Zane looks at Chad, and Chloe POPS him in the mouth, the match is ON!

Chad quickly gets to his feet and Moose grabs him and tries to throw him into the guardrail, but Chad reverses it and Moose slams into the steel ribs first. Chad charges at Moose, but Moose catches him with an elbow to the jaw, then grabs him for a RANHEI on the floor! Inside the ring, Chloe peppers Zane with shots to the face, then sends him to the ropes, but Zane dives over the top rope and crashes into Moose and Chad keeping Moose from hitting the move! Chloe slides out of the ring and pulls Zane from the pile of bodies and throws him into the stairs, then rolls him into the ring and covers, but Zane kicks out at two.

Officials from the back come out and escort Moose and Chad to their corners, though both still yell at one another. Inside the ring, Chloe pins Zane’s arm against the mat and repeatedly drives her knee into it then pulls Zane to a sitting position and traps him in a top wrist lock. Zane works to his feet and backs Chloe into the BFE corner and reaches out and tags in Justin. Justin comes into the ring and peppers Chloe with punches to the midsection that have little effect. Chloe shoves him away and Justin backs to the middle of the ring and does the karate kid pose. Chloe snarls and charges at him and he just falls to the mat. Chloe steps over him and stops and turns around, Justin gets back to his feet, grabs Chloe and hits a STUNNER! Chloe flops to the mat and rolls to the corner and tags in Jason Allen.

Allen comes in and charges at Justin, but Justin hits an arm drag that sends him into the Texans corner. Allen gets to his feet and turns and taunts Chad and Zane, and Justin grabs him from behind and rolls him up for a two count. Both Justin and Jason get to their feet, Justin tries a clothesline but Jason ducks it and POPS him in the mouth with a SUPERKICK! Justin goes down like a sack of bricks. Jason hits the ropes and drops a knee across Justin’s head, then covers him, but Justin kicks out at two.

Jason drags Justin into the Kings corner and tags in Jose. Reyna comes in and they stomp Justin until the referee makes Jason leave the ring. Reyna pulls Justin to a sitting position and kicks him hard across the back. He pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and lifts him and drops him right across his knee. Justin howls in pain, Jose covers, but Justin kicks out at two. Reyna pulls Justin to his feet and hits a snap suplex, then tags in Allen. Reyna holds Justin in a sitting position and Allen races the ropes and catches Justin right in the face with a SHINING WIZARD! He covers, but Bill charges in and breaks up the pin at two.

Allen gets to his feet and gets ready to superkick Justin’s head into the tenth row, as he backs into the corner, Moose tags himself in. Allen looks a little annoyed but heads to his corner without incident. Moose comes in and pulls Justin up and lifts him for a suplex, but Justin slips over Moose’s shoulder and lands on his feet. Moose turns around and tries a spinning fist to the head, but Justin falls to the mat and crawls between his legs. Chad is encouraging Justin to make the tag, Justin lunges into the Texans corner and tags Chad in!

Chad comes in and drops Moose with a punch to the side of the head. Chloe comes into the ring and gets the same. Chad then charges into the Kings corner and takes down both Allen and Reyna. When he turns back around Moose is back on his feet and he and Chad go toe to toe slugging it out, they back into the corner and Chad kicks Moose doubling him over, but before he can do anything, Bill tags himself in. He comes in and charges at Moose, but Moose sidesteps and shoves him into the Saints corner, Chloe grabs his head and guillotines him on the top rope, sending him back into the ring. Moose runs over and tags Chloe in, then charges at Chad and SPEARS him between the ropes to the floor!

Chloe comes in and as the referee is checking on Moose and Chad fighting, she pulls a chain from her pocket and wraps it around her fist, first she charges into the corner and SLAMS Justin between the eyes sending him to the floor, she looks for Zane, but Zane is on the floor trying to separate Moose and Chad. Bill gets to his feet and turns around and Chloe BLASTS him between the eyes! Bill falls to the mat, stunned. Chloe pulls him up hits the CORKSCREW and just looks at Reyna and Allen, they shrug and hop off the apron, Chloe covers and yells for the referee, he turns around and sees the pin and counts three. Banned From Everywhere is eliminated from the Dance of Death match.
WINNERS in 29:11 – Texpress, Suicide Kings & Saints of Sinners

LD WILLIAMS vs. MAI MUYO vs. POWER vs. STAN FULTON – Loser is Eliminated from the Dance of Death Four Way Intercontinental Title Match

Helloween's "Power” brings out Power to a smattering of applause. She forgoes her usual poses and just heads straight to the ring, climbs in and begins stretching in the corner. Skillet's “Hero” brings out Mai Muyo who races around the ring slapping hands and playing up to the fans, giving a young girl a “Mai Time” headband and taking selfies with a few other fans before getting into the ring and walking up to Power in the corner and shaking hands. Power simply nods as Mai get up on the turnbuckles and plays to the crowd.

Petra's “Jekyll & Hyde” brings out OOWF OOriginal LD Williams who stands at the top of the ramp and raises his hands to mostly boos, though the black shirted Saints of Sinners contingent is losing their shit, chanting “L D, L D”. The Grand Slam winner walks down to the front of the Saints fans and points at them and raises his hands. As he climbs into the ring they start chanting “We Love Mamma (clap, clap, clapclapclap)” and LD just shakes his head. He walks out to the middle of the ring to shake hands with Mai who does so enthusiastically, then turns to Power, still in her corner and offers his hand. She stares at him and just shakes her head. LD puts up his hands as she points at the Saints fans and he steps back. Reinvention by The Protest brings out the newest of the Grand Slam winners Stan Fulton, who walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He steps up to LD and they shake hands. Fulton turns and shakes hands with a semi-enthusiastic Mai Muyo. The two have words before Fulton turns to Power. The two get thisclose before Fulton just pats Power on the head and Power reaches back to unload on Fulton with a stiff left hand. The two begin pounding away on each other and the fight is on.

The strength battle between Power and Fulton is contrasted by the more technical contest between LD and Mai. The endgame comes relatively quickly as Power is able to throw Fulton across the ring and goes for a spear, but Fulton moves and sends her head first into the ringpost. Stan grabs her and stands Power up for a Clear Cut and she falls out of the ring. Meanwhile LD has Mai in an STF but too close to the ropes and Mai is able to escape. From under the ring comes the Draculs who begin the beatdown on Power. Mai sees the beatdown and tries to help but LD grabs her for a short arm Clothesline that stuns Mai. Power gets posted again by the Draculs and is quickly a bloody mess. Mai finally rolls out of the ring staggered to try to intervene for her friend. Tavian stops Mai with a chain wrapped fist and Vlad and Radu pick up Power for a powerbomb on the floor. The referee looks at LD and Fulton and they both hold up their hands. Meanwhile Vlad throws Power back into the ring and LD picks the bloodied Power up for a CANADIAN DESTROYER! But before he can pin her, Fulton grabs a prone Power and drags her over to the corner. Fulton climbs to the second turnbuckle...CRUSHER! Fulton doesn't cover Power but climbs again to the second turnbuckle...again a CRUSHER! Fulton covers Power and gets the academic three count.

WINNER in 7:35 – Stan Fulton, Mai Muyo & LD Williams – Power is eliminated from the Dance of Death

LD rolls out of the ring knowing he has his place secure in the Intercontinental Dance of Death. The Draculs head to the back knowing they've done their job. Meanwhile Fulton climbs the turnbuckle again intending to splash Power again...and he connects. Power holds her ribs as Fulton starts to climb the turnbuckle one more time, but Mai Muyo gets between Power and Fulton and Fulton jumps down from the turnbuckle and just walks off. Trainers come out from the back to attend to Power and get her to the back...

CHRISTIAN CARTER vs. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. GHOSTHEAD – Loser is Eliminated from the Dance of Death Four Way World Heavyweight Title Match

Christian Carter is first to the ring, followed by Alexander Darling. Carter starts jawing at Alex as he steps through the ropes, and the two men go nose-to-nose. Referee Davis Hightower steps between them, but Alex says something that strikes a nerve, and Carter shoves past the ref to blast Alex with a forearm. He shoves Alex into the corner and works him over with chops. Carter tries an Irish whip, but Alex reverses. Carter re-reverses, sending Alex into a forearm from Ghosthead, who's just stepped onto the apron. Alex stumbles back and Carter plants him with a German suplex. He bridges, but Alex immediately rolls a shoulder and Ghosthead drops an elbow on them both.

Ghosthead pulls Alex up and stuns him with a European uppercut. He winds the arm and buries a heel kick in his stomach, then flips him to the mat and locks in an armbar. Meanwhile, Danny climbs onto the apron and Carter sends him back to the floor with a dropkick. Carter goes to the opposite ropes for momentum and dives over the ropes, but Danny snags him out of the air and drives him into the floor with a side slam. He stuffs Carter under the ropes and slides into the ring. He covers, but Ghosthead releases Alex and pulls him off.

As Ghosthead pulls Danny up, Danny lifts him off the mat and runs him into the corner. Danny delivers a series of hard shots to the ribs. Seeing Alex cover Carter, Danny scoops Ghosthead up and slams him onto them, breaking the pin. Danny catches Ghosthead with a knee to the temple as he tries to get up, then drops an elbow into his throat. He rolls Ghosthead over and tries to lock him in the TNT, but Ghosthead fights him off. Alex hits a neckbreaker as Ghosthead gets up, then catches Danny with a dropkick. He tries to follow that up with a suplex, but Danny blocks. He tries again and this time Danny reverses, but Ghosthead is up and nails him with a superkick mid-move, sending Danny and Alex into the turnbuckles. Carter is also back on his feet and levels Ghosthead with a clothesline from behind.

Carter drags Alex out of the pile and sends him to the ropes, planting him with an STO as he comes back across the ring. Carter rolls Alex over and hits a curbstomp. He covers, but Ghosthead drags him off. Ghosthead pitches Carter over the ropes, and then goes after Alex himself, stomping him into the mat. Ghosthead sends Alex into the corner and follows him in with a clothesline, then sends him to the opposite corner and does the same. He hammers Alex with forearms, then lifts him onto the turnbuckles. Alex fights back as Ghosthead climbs up. With Ghosthead teetering on the second turnbuckle, Danny gets under him and hits a power bomb as Alex hits a bodypress. Alex rolls through to his feet and pounces on Danny as he tries to cover.

Alex pulls Danny to his feet and sends him to the ropes. He ducks his head a moment too soon, and Danny catches him with a kick to the face. Carter hooks Alex while he's off balance and rolls him up, getting a one count before Danny breaks it up. Danny bundles Carter into the corner and Alex joins him to work Carter over. They lift Carter onto the top turnbuckle and climb up for a tandem superplex. Ghosthead seizes the opportunity and turns it into a tower of doom. He covers Carter, but Danny and Alex each grab a leg and drag him off. Alex gets to his feet and Danny is waiting to plant him with a huge belly-to-belly suplex. Danny covers , but Ghosthead breaks it up.

Ghosthead sends Danny to the ropes and follows right behind him, hitting a pump kick that sends him tumbling to the floor. He nails Alex with a running knee lift, then pulls him up and throws him into the corner. He hits a corner splash, then hits him with the Vex Vice. He locks it in and Hightower checks, but Alex refuses to quit. Carter kicks Ghosthead in the head to force him to break. Carter is still unsteady on his feet after the superplex, but he pulls Ghosthead up and sends him to the ropes. Ghosthead ducks a clothesline, springs off the opposite ropes, and plants Carter with the Night Terror. He covers, but Danny is back in to break it up.

Danny hauls Ghosthead up and rocks him with a series of right hands. He sets him up for the Dynamite Drop, but Alex pegs him with a superkick. Danny stumbles back, and Alex tries to haul him up for the Darling Driver, but Ghosthead pummels him from behind. Alex drops Danny, and Ghosthead plants Alex with the Horror Driver! Carter spins Ghosthead around before he can cover, and Ghosthead blasts him with the black mist! Cater staggers back and collides with Danny. They tumble into the ropes, and Ghosthead hits them with a shoulderblock, sending them to the floor. Ghosthead turns back as Alex gets to his knees. He grabs Alex and nails him with a second Horror Driver! He covers, and Hightower counts One...Two...Danny slides back into the ring, but is a second too slow...Three.

WINNER, in 17:48, Ghosthead, Danny Taylor & Christian Carter

MURPHY’S LAW vs. MATT FOLZ & ALEXIS DARLING – Non Title Match

The world champion and intercontinental champion are announced separately and come to the ring. They eye one another warily and head to a corner as the world tag team champions are announced. DK and Dee Murphy make their way to the ring and step between the ropes and offer a handshake. Both Folz and Alexis shake, but neither seems very happy about doing it. Daniella heads to the corner, Alexis is about to head to the middle of the ring, but Folz decides that he is starting leaving Lexie a little irked.

Folz and DK lock up and DK takes the champ to the mat with a side head lock. Folz is quickly up and sends him to the ropes but DK knocks him to the mat with a shoulderblock. Folz jumps up and DK charges, but Folz takes him down with a drop toe hold, then jumps to his feet and stomps the back of DK’s head, then pulls him up and whips him into the corner and charges in with a high knee to the face. Folz tags in Lexie and she comes in and blisters him with stiff chops to the chest.

Lexie sends DK to the ropes and elevates him on the rebound, as DK gets to his feet Lexie leaps up and takes him to the mat with a HURRACARANA. DK pops up again and Lexie grabs him to send him to the ropes, but DK puts on the brakes and pulls her back toward him and hits a SPINEBUSTER! DK covers, but Lexie kicks out at one.

DK tags in Dee and she waits for Lexie to stand up and takes her down with a clothesline. The match continues on, back and forth. The Murphy’s clearly have the advantage and work well together, Folz and Lexie never quite click, but more than hold their own. Each team scores several near falls and Lexie almost gets DK to tap to the DARLING LOCK but Dee makes the save just in time. The match breaks down a little and all four fight in the ring. Lexie and Daniella are the legal ones in the match, Folz grabs DK and lifts him for an ANGLE SLAM and accidentally clips Lexie as she goes after Daniella. DK slips off of Folz’s shoulders and throws him out of the ring, as Lexie stands up the Murphy’s hit the CALL OF THE WILD! Daniella falls on Lexie and gets the one, two, three.
WINNERS in 20:16 – Murphy’s Law

After the match Folz gets back into the ring and Lexie gets in his face. She accuses him of doing it on purpose. The Murphy’s try to get between them to keep the peace and eventually things calm down. The tag champs offer to shake hands, Folz accepts, but Lexie just rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.

STANK vs. JOEY KIELBASA – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Joey Kielbasa comes out to a fair amount of applause, but whether that's because of him, or because of the free sausages he's tossing to the crowd, we'll never know. He slides under the ring, which starts the beginning of Nonpoint's "Skin" and the Onslaught Champion comes to the ring with the predictable boos. He grabs the ropes and then pulls his hand back in disgust, as it's a little greasy from Joey Kielbasa's hands. He looks around and finds a production assistant and uses his shirt as a wipe for his hands, then ascends the stairs, being careful to not touch anything, and gets in the ring. He stares down at Kielbasa and then the bell rings.

Stank grabs Kielbasa by the shoulders and shakes him like a rag doll before throwing to the mat. He stomps on him hard, sending Joey scrambling for the ropes and ...

Joey Kielbasa has used his first rope break.

Kielbasa gets to his feet and turns toward Stank. He goes running and Stank grabs the arm to pull him into the lariat, but the arm slips out of Stank's hands....sausage grease again! Kielbasa flies through to the far ropes and bounces out with a drop kick, taking Stank down. He tries to put Stank in a headlock but...NO! The sausage grease allows Stank to slide right on out. Eeeeeeeww!! The referee looks at Kielbasa, asking if this was on purpose, but Kielbasa assures him of his innocence. Stank is grossed out, but not so grossed out that he can't grab Kielbasa under the arms and lift him up and WHAM! down to the canvas it a sit out power bomb! He goes for the pin, one..two..NO! Kielbasa kicks out. He tries to get to his feet, but he slips on some sausage grease that's found it's way to the mat. Stank is not having an of this and rushes him (carefully, so as not to slip) and gets him to his feet. He kicks him in the midsection and then up...STANK U!! Now he makes the pin, one...two..THREE!
WINNER in 5:44 – Stank

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