MidWeek Mayhem (10/01) - Imperial Onslaught

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem - Imperial Onslaught
Live! From Dawsonville, Georgia
October 1, 2014

Imperial Onslaught
Winner Gets a Guaranteed Title Shot

Tournament of Champions
Moosehead Jack vs. Mai Muyo
Chloe vs. Rory Albright
Winner vs. Winner

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Stan Fulton vs. Tournament of Champions Winner


Card subject to.......God knows what, we are in Awesome Bill territory, anything could happen

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We fade in an hour after the main event and see a smirking Christian Carter and Alexis Darling, a pissed off Matt Folz and a pensive Jaime Folz.

MF: If you lay one finger on her, I'll cut your goddamn hand off. I hope you realize that.

CC: I will abide by the terms of the agreement we have Matthew, I give you my word that I will not touch a hair on your wife's head.

Lexi smiles.

LD: Hmm, there's nothing saying I can't touch her though. I think we could have lots of fun together, don't you think Jaime?

Lexi starts rubbing Jaime's arm, Matt quickly runs over and shoves her away.

LD: My my, too bad you didn't show this much fight during your match tonight Matt. Then you wouldn't be in this position now.

MF: Fuck you.

LD: No thank you. Now, your pretty little wife on the other hand.....

JF: NEVER going to happen.

LD: Oh, I'll work on changing your mind.

CC: You can play with the help later darling, right now we have a plane to catch.

MF: You know what, fuck this, deal's off. Sue me for breach of contract if you want.

CC: Well that's disapointing. Clearly you didn't read the contract all the way through.

MF: What the hell are you talking about?

CC: I am disapointed, I assumed you were an honorable man Matthew. I thought the Face of the Year would have lived up to the contract he signed. But just in case, I had my lawyer add a clause to the contract: If your wife leaves my employ at any point before the 30 day period is up, you are banned from any and all Championship matches for 2 years.

MF: You're bluffing.

CC: I promise you that I'm not. But if you feel that strongly about this, if you are willing to sacrifice 2 years of your career, then you and your wife are free to go.

MF: Fine, we're out of here.

JF: No, we're not. I appreciate the chivalry hon, but it's not worth wasting the prime of your career. It's only 30 days, I'll be fine.

CC: See she's reasonable.

MF: Shut the fuck up. (Turning to Jaime) You don't have to do this.

JF: We both agreed to this, I'm doing this for you. I love you.

MF: I love you too.

CC: Heartwarming, seriously, truly touching. Bringing tears to my eyes. But like I said we have a plane to catch. Come along now Jaime.

As Christian, Alexis and Jaime begin to leave, Matt grabs Christian by the arm and turns him around.

MF: Just so you know, at the end of the 30 days, this is going to end with me standing over your barely breathing body as you lie in a pool of your own blood. And I'm going to enjoy the HELL out of eliminating you from Imperial Onslaught.

CC: We shall see Matthew, we shall see. Now if you don't mind, Alexis, myself and our new employee would like to get to the airport.

Matt glares as we........... FADE

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(Power and Tuska are leaving Medical. Tuska has a nasty looking bandage on his cheek, while Power's face resembles that of an angry Smurf. Both have a calm look on their faces. After a long walk, Power pulls Tuska into the Hallway of Difficult Conversations, pushes him against the wall, and kisses him. She then looks him straight in the eye.)

Power: We knew this would happen eventually. With Sunny stacking all the odds against us, it was inevitable. But this is the way it had to be. And Wednesday night...

Tuska: Edra....

Power: No, Shane, this is how it has to be. Wednesday night I will do whatever I have to do to help you win Imperial Onslaught. Don't you see? This could be the game changer. Winning the Imperial Onslaught gets you a guaranteed World Championship opportunity sometime in the next year. If I was to win it, well, Sunny would...(Tuska looks at Power hard) Oh Shane, you know she would. She'd do something to get that into the hands of the Saints just to make me look bad. So Shane, YOU need to go out there Wednesday night and WIN that Imperial Onslaught. For us.

(Tuska takes Power in his arms as the scene moves to outside the General Managers office, where we see Sunny walking into the office as we fade....)

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Tytan stands in front of the camera. He looks like he has already worked out for the last two hours.

Tytan: There comes a time in one's life when they need to rise to the occasion.

Imperial Onslaught

Imperial Onslaught is that occasion.

(Tytan looks up to the Heavens and lets out a yell.)

It is a chance for Tytan to rise above the others and ascend to the top of the Mountain and get that title shot that I deserve.

Imperial Onslaught will be my chance to see

where Tytan stands among the others.

If he is ready to make that climb.

And to face off once again against some others.

(Tytan begins to pace.)

Rory Albright, I wont see you in Onslaught but

I will always be a thorn in your side until I take that title from you.

Remember I have beat you already.

You haven't pinned me.

In fact these shoulders haven't stayed on the mat for a three count yet.

But I have made you tap out.

So Sun King Winter isn't going away any time soon.

Then there is you Stank.

(Stops and stares directly at the camera.)

WE have battle before.

I was the lost soul then.

And you took me to school.

Maybe it's my turn to help you find your path.

And that path will be on the other end of (Shows the camera his fist.) the Wrath of God.

The others, (Starts to pace again.)

those who are false Kings and liars.

I'll be waiting for you. (Stops and stares at the camera.)

I will lead (Starts to get closer to the camera.) you to your destruction and show you

(Face in the camera) the darkness of the abyss that waits for you.

(FADE)

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*Stank walks into Firewoman's office.*

Stank - Madam Commissioner.

FW - Don't call me that.

Stank - Fine. How are you?

FW - Could use-

Stank - a pumpkin spiced latte?

*Stank produces a pumpkin spiced latte he had been hiding behind his back.*

FW - Oooh GIMMIE!

*Stank sets the latte on Firewoman's desk then takes a seat. Firewoman grabs the tall paper cup and sips, leaning back in her chair with a sigh and satisfied grin.*

Stank - It's good, huh? I made it from Stan's new latte machine.

FW - I don't want it.

*Fire abruptly tosses the latte to the side where it splatters against the wall.*

Stank - HEY!

FW - Fuck that guy and his machine!

Stank - Lisa!

FW - Don't Lisa me! Stan can kiss my ass and I'll be damned if I drink one of his souless, machine made, bullshit, coffees!

Stank -

FW - Sorry.

Stank -

FW - I want a real live fucking barista.

Stank - Okay... I'll see what I can do.

FW - I doubt you can do anything. *Mocking* Stan has a contract that-

Stank - Lisa, sorry. I don't want to talk about this. I actually ca-

FW - OH I'M sorry! Is there something more important than my getting a decent cup of coffee on your mind?

Stank -

FW -

Stank - I'll come back when you're a little less pissy.

*Stank rises to his feet.*

FW - No. WAIT! I'm sorry.

Stank -

FW - Seriously. Sit.

*Stank takes a seat.*

FW - So what's on your mind?

Stank - My contract.

FW - Oh. So this is commissioner business.

Stank - I need to know how many days are left on my contract.

FW - Why?

*Stank shrugs his shoulders.*

Stank - I'm thinking about my life after this.

FW - You're not leaving?

Stank -

FW - Let me rephrase... you're not leaving.

Stank - Lisa... how many days are left on my contract?

FW - Off the top of my head... 10 years? Maybe 20?

Stank - *sigh*

FW - I mean it. You can't leave, Stank. You're one of the few anchors I have left. If you leave before I do I just migh-

Stank - Gotdammit, Lisa. Would you just check?

FW -

Stank -

FW -

Stank -

FW - Fine.

*Firewoman stands up, turns, and walks toward the filing cabinet. Stank looks at her, puzzled?*

Stank - What the fuck are you doing?

FW - What? I'm getting your contract.

Stank - Do you... Do you use this thing?

*Stank taps his finger on the monitor sitting on Firewoman's desk.*

FW - What? The television?

Stank - It's called a monitor.

FW - So?

Stank -

FW - I watch Netflix and the WWE Network on it.

*Stank slowly shakes his head, rises to his feet, steps behind Firewoman's desk, and begins tapping on her keyboard. Firewoman walks back and stands next to Stank as he brings up the OOWF Admin Suite powered by Oracle Enabling the Information Age.*

FW - I didn't know my TV could do this.

*Stank slowly shakes his head as he scrolls through the menu.*

FW - What is this?

Stank - This is your OOWF Admin Suite powered by Oracle Enabling the Information Age.

FW - It.. does all that?

Stank - ... ... Yes... Yes is the simplest answer to your question.

FW - O.. kaaay.

Stank - I need your password.

FW - My what?

Stank - Your pass- ... SERIOUSLY?? You've NEVER used this before?

FW - What IS this?

Stank - Oh for fuck's sake.

*Stank types in his old administrative password and remarkably it goes through.*

Stank - Why am I not surprised?

FW - Okay. How did you do that?

Stank - I'm going to set you up with a user name and password, but before I do...

*Stank clicks the link for contracts and scrolls down to his name. He opens the file and reads.*

FW - Why was that filed under Mann, Lucas?

Stank - That's my name.

FW - I thought your name was Lucas Mann... or Stank?

Stank - It's filed under my last name.

*Stank continues reading his contract. Fire appears to be thinking.*

FW - Why?

Stank - That's how it's done, Fire.

FW - ...but why?

*Stank turns his head toward Firewoman with a "are you serious?" look on his face.*

Stank - That. is. how. it. is. done.

FW -

Stank - *Sigh* Like... for example. If you were to look up say... Tytan. You wouldn't look under Tytan. You'd look under...

*Stank scrolls through the list of names and highlights one.*

FW - Who's contract is this?

Stank - That's Tytan.

FW - Wait a minute. What name did you click?

*Stank scrolls back to the name.*

FW - That's his real name?

Stank - Yeah.

FW - How the Hell am I supposed to know that?

Stank - There's a- ... How the fuck have you been doing this without a computer?

*Firewoman points weakly toward the filing cabinet. Stank slowly shakes his head once more before scrolling back to his contract.*

Stank - *Sigh* Okay it looks like I have 60 days left.

FW - And then you're going to extend. As a matter of fact I'm going to get the paperwork started right now.

*Stank intercepts Firewoman and puts his hands on the filing cabinet.*

Stank - I'm taking this.

FW - But-

Stank - No buts... Learn how to use your fucking computer. It's not just for watching TV shows on the internet.

FW - The what?

Stank - The internet?

FW -

Stank - World Wide Web?

FW - Oh yeah, yeah I know what that is.

Stank -

FW - That's the place I get to through my TV to order stuff and binge watch all the shows I never have time to watch.

FADE

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FADE in backstage in Ashville, NC, after Hell on Earth. Alone in a spare locker room is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. There’s a knock on the door and when it opens, the leader of the Saints of Sinners, Moosehead Jack, is there.

SF: “C’mon in.”

MHJ: “When you didn’t come back to our room I started to wonder.”

SF: “Just needed an hour or so to relax and come down. I didn’t want to get your celebration off to a depressing start. Congratulations on bringing the tag team titles home, my friend.”

MHJ: “Thanks. It was... fulfilling. Also, I knew all along that at the end of the night you’d still be champion.”

SF: “It’s been a long weekend.”

MHJ: “That it has.”

SF: “Hall of Fame, Award Ceremonies and Hell on Earth. And now Mayhem on Wednesday. How do you do it? How does the OOWF Heel of the Decade keep going after all this time? I’ve only been here for half of that and I feel like retiring every few months.”

Moose lights up a cigar and the smoke curls around his head as he thinks.

MHJ: “This is what I was born to do, Stan. And I think this is what you were born to do. I see you and I competing for the 2024 Wrestler of the Decade Award.”

Fulton ponders this as both men relax after a grueling night.

MHJ: “Well, we’ve got to get going. I think our cars are parked outside. See you in Dawsonville, Stan.”

Both men rise and Fulton shakes Moose’s hand.

SF: “Thanks for everything, Jack.”

MHJ: “Anytime, Champ.”

Moose leaves and Fulton finishes cleaning up. He picks up his OOWF World Heavyweight Championship belt in both hands and stares at it.

SF: (softly) “Stan, enjoy the pain.”

FADE

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FADE in on the Commissioner’s Office. Firewoman is working on her computer and glancing back longingly at the spot where her file cabinet used to sit. She plunks a couple keys on the keyboard and sits back with a sigh of frustration.

There’s a knock on her doorway. She looks up and a large scowl appears on her face as at the doorway is The Crusher Stan Fulton.

FW: “What do you want?”

SF: “Seems you’re quite put out with me.”

FW: “As a matter of fact I am.”

SF: “Look, I had no intention of pissing you off or forcing you to Starbucks. I think I was a little annoyed that you went to Juni instead of me. So I retaliated. Being a member of the Saints of Sinners I think you’d know that’s our go-to plan most of the time.”

FW: “Hmmph.”

SF: “If you had just come to me and told me you wanted a real barista, I could have had one here and set up the next day.”

FW: “I say again, Hmmph. Now get out.”

Fulton looks annoyed that the understanding probably isn't going to be both ways.

SF: “Well I tried to make amends. Seems you’re all hot-and-bothered to fawn at the feet of those you’ve lied to, but you’ll keep on being a bitch to everyone else.”

Fire shoots out of her seat and lunges at Fulton but get caught on the monitor.

FW: “GET OUT!”

SF: “Let me give you some advice, Madam Commissioner, if you truly want to change, you have to change totally. Otherwise you’re just the same as you were before and everything else is a charade.”

FW: (still trying to get untangled from monitor and mouse cables) “What would you know about it?”

SF: “Because of your brother.”

This slows Fire down a notch.

FW: “What about him?”

SF: “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Lisa Quinn. You want to be the real Firewoman? Go see Jack. Stop pussy-footing around this ‘Oh I’m different now’ façade. I know all about putting up façades. Your brother helped remove them. He’s probably willing to help you too. Oh and by the way, I’m a vindictive son-of-a-bitch. You can forget that barista. You’ll get one over my dead body.”

Fulton walks off and Fire angrily shoves the papers on her desk onto the floor. She disentangles herself from the cables and sits back down in front of her computer.

FW: “OK, how did Lucas do this?”

She types a few things onto the keyboard and, miraculously, what she’s looking for appears on the screen.

FW: “Fulton’s contract. Let’s see. Hmmm. Thirty days left.”

Fire leans back with a smile as we FADE.

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*Chicago, IL*

Quick Raw result, Alexander Darling decimated Mark Henry and made him tap to the Money Clip.

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Firewoman is sitting in her office, when Carter, Alexis, and Jaime Folz come in. She shuffles some papers around.

FW: Okay....so here's the 30 day contract and....Jaime...I can make this not happen.

CC: No you can't.

FW: Yes, I can, Carter, in many ways...some official and some not. I take a very VERY dim view of these relationships, unlike your slam-piece here.

LD: Nice talk.

JF: It's okay, Fire. I appreciate it, but...it's just for a month, it'll be fine.

FW: Okay.

Fire passes the papers over and everyone signs whatever. I'm not even sure what would be needed to sign in this, but I need this to be kind of the thing that sets up the next thing. Once everything is all done, Fire puts them in the file cabinet.

FW: There, all official.

LD: Yay, let's get started. I have a whole list for you, Jaime.

FW: Just one thing.

CC: What?

FW: You or any of your stable do anything .... ANYTHING inappropriate, and you will have to answer to me.

CC: Oh yeah?

FW: Yeah. That includes Jose, Allen, if he ever comes back, and most especially the Ice Queen there.

LD: HEY!

CC: That's awesome. What are you going to do, Ms. Commish, fine me?

Fire walks around the table with the nameplate from her desk.

FW: No, CHRIS.... I will nail your nuts to a tree and leave you for the buzzards. Or better yet, for Matt.

CC: *smirking* That's not very commissioner-like.

FW: Hm...you're right, it isn't.

Fire slams the name plate onto the desk breaking it in half.

FW: I quit.

CC: What?

FW: OOWF doesn't need a commissioner, and a commissioner can't do what needs to be done to keep the WWE out. So I quit. Heaven have mercy on all your souls.

Fire storms out, leaving them all to stare at each other.

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We fade in and see Matt Folz with his head in his hands, he looks up at the camera and it's clear that he hasn't slept all night.

MF: One of the things I swore I would never do was get married. Every time I went to a friend's wedding and they'd joke about how it's my turn, I'd laugh it off but remain resolute in my stance. Because I knew, deep down in my soul, that I'd be a shitty husband. But then I fell in love with Jaime and I deluded myself to believing that maybe I could pull this off. It turns out that I should have listened to my original instincts. Not only am I a shitty husband, but a despicable human being in general. Now I'm sure Mai will see this and come in here and try to tell me that's not true, but I have proof: I BET MY WIFE ON A FUCKING WRESTLING MATCH! Not even a year after I stood up in front of all our family and friends and promising to always protect her, I gambled her like a poker chip. What kind of asshole does that? Even though she agreed to it, I should have done my job as a husband and put my foot down and said no way. I hope at the end of these 30 days she can forgive me, but honestly I don't have a clue why she would.

Wednesday night is Imperial Onslaught, one of the biggest events in this company and one I was fortunate enough to win last year. I can't promise that I'll go back to back, in fact the odds say I probably won't. But I can guaran-fucking-tee who's not going to win. No matter what I do on Wednesday night, I personally guarantee that I'm throwing Alexander Darling, Alexis Darling and Christian Carter out of the ring myself. As long as I have a single breath left in my body I'm making it my personal mission to make sure none of you assholes get another shot at the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

FADE

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Mai Muyo walks in on Matt Folz after his promo.

Matt: I don't want to hear it.

Mai: Hear what?

Matt: That I'm not a shitty husband.

Mai: Matt, putting up Jaime's services was the stupidest fucking thing you've done since at least the New Guard.

Matt: Do you curse often?

Mai: When appropriate. (Mai takes a step forward.) But you're not a shitty husband. You were willing to renege on the contract. It's her choice now.

Matt: Some fucking choice I gave her though.

Mai: Yeah, well, it was pretty stupid. But stupid is not evil. And Matt...what you and Jaime have is good. Really good. My brother wants to tell people there's no hope. That you winning Face of the Year is a symbol of how far this company has fallen.

Matt: Which is a great point.

Mai: No, it's really not. Look, I liked you when I met you. A lot. But I see, even though you won't admit it, that you're a better person now. My brother thinks that once everyone turns to sin, that's the end of the story. But redemption is a real thing, Matt. And look, I don't expect you to be setting up the Outback Jack Memorial Fund for Underprivileged Aussies any time soon. But you have more love in your heart than you did two years ago. And that's something real.

Matt: So you're still holding out hope for that Moosehead Jack as Face of the Year in 2020?

Mai: I'm actually a little worried about Moose.

Matt: How come?

Mai: Did you see the Tournament of Champions? He's facing Mai Muyo. Tough draw for him.

Matt: You know, you used to be a little less cocky.

Mai: I'm sorry...do you like it?

Matt: What do you think? Knock 'em dead, kid.

Mai winks and exits.

FADE

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Firewoman is at a seedy bar. Two figures, one larger and darker than the other approach her. They pull up chairs at her table.

LDW: Fire.

S: Fire.

FW: Gentlemen. So I quit my job as commissioner and--

S: That wasn't because of my joking with you about the computer was it?

FW: No...well, yes. But no. By the way, I use the file cabinet because the crappy places we get booked into sometimes don't have great connections so I can't get the stuff from the server. If you need to find your contract still, it's under B.

S: For what?

FW: For "Bro."

LDW: *laughing*

S: Is that some sort of racist thing?

FW: Huh?

LDW: I got this, Lucas. Am I also under B?

FW: Well, yeah, why wouldn't you be.

S: Oh....how did you--

LDW: I speak fluent Firewoman.

FW: Can we get to the point? Being commissioner means I have to follow rules. And we all know how well I do that. I was three seconds from ripping Carter's head off his body and shoving it down Lexie's throat.

LDW: I thought you were supposed to be all following the rules now.

FW: Dr. Freedman knows Rome wasn't built in a day. I am supposed to be working on <dickfingers>"Empathy"</df> so that I don't use my friends and loved ones and stuff like that. So that is why I'm telling you what I want rather than just manipulating you into it.

LDW: So...you've grown as a person?

S: Stop it, Billy Dee. Fire...if this is about your philandering turncoat of a husband, we are ready, willing, and able to make him pay.

LDW: Say the word.

FW: You all are sweet...but Alex and I will work stuff out--

LDW: That's what I was afraid of... It really is love.

S: Fatal case of it, too.

FW; AAAIGH STOP IT! Geezus you are like brothers.

S: Is that a rac--

FW: NO! I don't need you to beat up my husband, I need you to help get the WWE out of the OOWF!

S/LDW: Ooooooohhhhh....

S: I dunno, my contract is--

FW: Fuck your contract Stank, and fuck whatever excuse you're getting ready to give me, LD. I'm tired of waiting for Juni to decide to do something, and I'm tired of the rest of the talent being complacent. The crew wants to know if they'll have jobs next week. They have families to feed, and while they love this business and this company, they may have to go elsewhere, and fun fact: There isn't a lot of elsewhere to go to. We have the best crew anywhere and we can't afford to let them down on this. You guys built this company from the ground up, and gave people like me, who had nowhere else to go, a home.

LDW: You could have gone--

FW: Not really, LD. You think TNA or WWE would put up with my brand of crazy? I'd be dead by now, or worse...retired. Let me ask you. Why was The Five so awesome?

S: Cos we were in it.

FW: Right, but WHY?

S: Aaaahhh....

LDW: What?

S: I thought you spoke fluent Fire?

LDW: Just tell me.

S: Because we were the foundation of the company.

FW: ARE, Lucas, ...ARE the foundation of the company. You, LD, and Moose, anyway, I'm second generation. So I need you two to--

LDW: Three.

S: Yeah, what about Moose?

FW: I've already talked to him and...let's just say we're not exactly on the same path.

S: We can talk to him.

LDW: Yeah...

FW: So ... you're in?

LDW: Well, I--

S: Hold up. This isn't some attempt to recreate the Five is it?

FW: No, no, no....

LDW: Or get rid of Saints of Sinners...

FW: No. This isn't a stable, I'm not looking to join anything. I think I've proven I'm no good in stables. This is...an alliance. That's all. For the purpose of getting Eric O'Mac out of our hair for good.

S: And after that?

FW: After that is...well, we'll see what it is.

LDW: I gotta think about it Fire...I mean, you haven't been exactly up front about--

S: I'm in.

LDW: Just like that?

S: Just like that.

FW: You don't want to talk to Moose?

S: Oh, I'll talk to him. But I make my own decisions. I. am. in.

LDW: Lucas....

He sort of pulls Lucas aside for stage whispering.

LDW: She's barely a month out of the ...hospital. Are you sur--

S: Billy Dee. She is our sister. Maybe not by blood through the veins, but through blood spilled together. It's a no-brainer for me.

Back to normal voices.

S: Where do we start?

Fire smiles.

FW: 5AM, Lucas....when's the last time you ran more than three feet?

S: Dammit!

LDW: I'll let you know, Fire....AFTER you two get back from your early morning bonding.

S: You mean bondage.

FW: Stank! I'm a happily married woman!

S/LDW: .....

FW: Well, sort of happily....

S/LDW ....

FW: But in an open relationship, so that COULD be arranged I guess....

S: Gotdammit, woman....

FW: How I have missed that. See you in the morning.

Fire walks off to the next thing to do. LD starts laughing....

S: Just stop it....

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The fans are buzzing in the arena at the Tuesday OOWF House Show, when the lights go down and a familiar voice comes over the PA system. He sings "Hellfire" from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.



Voice:
Like fire…Hellfire…This fire in my skin.
This burning…desire…is turning me…to…sin.

The lights come up on Ecosystem in full suit – complete with unsubtle red tie - and microphone in hand. The crowd boos the SHIT out of him as he walks down to the ring.

Ecosystem: Listen to these people, Danny! (“ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS!”) These are my people! (“ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS!”) Oh, they don’t realize that they’re cheering for me. But they are.

Eco climbs into the ring, surveying the crowd.

At Hell on Earth, I teamed with my associate, The Lionheart Christopher Evans, against the Murphys in a steel cage. And I gave you fans exactly what you wanted to see, didn’t I? (Loud boos.) Oh no, you say, you didn’t want me to pull my taser on the Murphys! Because that was…wrong? No, it wasn’t wrong, was it? It was a cage match, where you all cheer for weapons and violence. So I gave you exactly what you were asking for, didn’t I? (“MUR-PHY! MUR-PHY!”) Oh, I get it. You wanted to see them pull their weapons on me, rather than the other way around. But the violence itself, oh, you liked that.

Let’s try this. At the end, when Danny Taylor came out and I took my leave, boy were you folks mad that I left, huh? Who wants to see Danny Taylor tear Ecosystem’s head off, huh? (The audience cheers.) Who wants to see him leave me in a pool of blood, and sweat, and vomit, huh?

The crowd continues to cheer as Eco smiles and paces.

They want blood, Danny. And yes, right now, they want my blood. But the bloodthirsty are of my party, not yours. (The crowd boos.) You fans don’t want to believe it, I know, but Danny really doesn’t want to believe it. Danny, you want to believe that you’re not alone in this world. Well, guess what? YOU’RE ALONE! YOU’RE ALONE! YOU’RE—

Eco’s shrieking is drowned out by the fans chanting, “DAN-NY TAY-LOR! (clap clap clapclapclap) DAN-NY TAY-LOR! (clap clap clapclapclap)” Eco regains his composure and straightens his tie, waiting for the chants to die down.

You want to believe that they’re with you, Danny? You want to believe that these people have good in their hearts? Go ahead and believe it. Follow their every word, every cheer, every cry.

And let Satan’s Greek Chorus drag you straight to Hell.

Eco rolls out of the ring, picking back up the tune from "Hellfire," slightly adjusted

"It’s not your fault! You’re not to blame! It was these monsters all around (broad gesture) who set the flame! (Boos.)
It’s not your fault…if in God’s plan…He made the Devil so much stronger than a man!"

Eco stands atop the ramp as the fans chant, “ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!”

Oh, I am – and so much worse. And so are you – and so much worse. And so will our beloved Danny be – and so much worse.

Hope. Is. Dead.

Eco exits to the back.

FADE

[ztevans]

Firewoman has returned to the OOWF Arena and sees Folz sitting there, head still in his hands. She goes up and sits next to him.

FW: I tried to--

MF: I know... I saw. Look, Jaime likes you for some reason, I don't know why but I don't and I'm not going to start liking you just because you're all sane now.

FW: I don't know about that. For what it's worth, I know what you were thinking.

MF: Really.

FW: Yeah. Remember, I bet my marriage against Moose's career at OOWF.

MF: Oh yeah....and yet, he's still here.

FW: Yeah, well, Mr. "I'm Always Honest With My Sister" has a leaky memory. Do you know why I did that?

MF: Cos of the crazy?

FW: Well....

MF: You also goaded Chloe into a match where you dove off the cage just to take her with you. I'm not sure advice from you--

FW: I did that because I knew I would win.

MF: You almost didn't.

FW: But I did.

MF: Okay, and I didn't, so the point here is lost on me.

FW: Afterwards....I mean, you know laying there in the hospital...I got to thinking about what would have happened if I had lost. And Alex...well, he understood, because he gets me, but he wasn't all that thrilled either. And I laid there thinking exactly what you're thinking now. How could I bet the most important thing in the world to me.

MF: Bet yer rethinking the outcome of that now.

FW: Not really. So you can't change the outcome, and Jaime won't let you anyway. That leads me to the second bit of <df>"empathy"</df>. You'll recall the whole Trinity thing.

MF: Ugh.

FW: Yeah, me too. Tytan's return has been a laugh riot, let me tell you. Anyway, most of that I still don't remember and it's all misty and stuff, but every so often...the mist would lift a bit. I'd hear one of Alex's skirmishes with Ecosystem's security, or hear Eco and Tytan talk about how I had to believe he didn't care and wasn't.. It's weird, before that, Alex and I were just friends who accidentally got married...after that...well, I can't imagine I could have survived it or the aftermath without him. ..Look, anyway...knowing that he was there, and that he felt the same way I did... know that even for a few seconds at a time, it let me do what I needed to do.

MF: So I should go in guns a blazin' and demand my woman back?

FW: That WOULD be quite the gesture. But, I think...Letting her know you're still here, and you will be there when the 30 days are up. She'll get through if she knows that.

Fire gets up to leave.

MF: Fire....

She turns back around.

MF: I still don't like you...but thanks.

Fire smiles and walks away.

[ztevans]

*The Murphys are standing by with a bottle of Jamesons and glasses. Daniella pours 2 large glasses and she and DK clink glasses*

Dee: Eco says hope is dead. He and Evans don't know it, but I say they are dead men walking.

DK: Cry havoc then, let slip the dogs of war.

[ztevans]

<Moose and Chloe are roaring down Highway 23 toward Dawsonville, Chloe has been quiet, Moose is smoking a cigar and pushing the speedometer to it's limit. He finally seems to notice the quiet>

MHJ: What's with you?

Chloe: Your sister

MHJ: Now what?

Chloe: Did you not see her promo? She is trying to break up the Saints!

MHJ: <laughing> is that so? How is she doing that?

Chloe: She is recruiting Mr. Mann and Mr. Williams for war against the WWE

MHJ: So?

Chloe: Why not you? Why not Stan?

MHJ: Why not you?

Chloe: I know why not me.

MHJ: To be perfectly honest, I have little interest in being involved with this

Chloe: Why?

MHJ: I have my reasons

Chloe: Ok......but Stank and LD.....

MHJ: Are grown men who can make their own decisions. Siding with Fire against the WWE has no bearing whatsoever on their standing in the Saints. Beside, if you were going to raise an army to fight someone, wouldn't you START with Stank and LD?

Chloe: No, I would start, and finish, with the Saints. That is all you need. All of them.

MHJ: Chloe, there is one thing I have learned in ten years in the OOWF. Nothing is black and white, no matter how much some wish it to be. Everything is shades of gray. Right now, the fans love Fire. Right now the fans pretty well dislike Stank and LD. Right now, the fans HATE me, you and Stan, but none of that matters. Stank and LD could go out there tomorrow and get cheers from the fans that would make Danny Taylor weep, but it doesn't matter because they are Saints. They are Saints, and the first time they came to the ring with us, they would be booed out of the building. Fire was smart. Juni is off on his own trip right now.....

Chloe: Hope is dead.

MHJ: Only a fool hopes anyway. Hope is no different than faith, don't wish for someone else to do it, just do it yourself. And that is where Fire was smart. Juni can't stay focused long enough to fend off the WWE.

Chloe: Juni sounded like you in his last promo

MHJ: Oh?

Chloe: He said the people were animals, only out for blood. They will be the ones to turn Danny, not Eco

MHJ: He has a point. The more Eco pisses the people off, the more they will scream for Danny to kill him, betraying himself. If he does it, to satisfy them, he will never be able to look at himself the same way again. If he fails to do it to their satisfaction, they will turn on him and find someone who will. Danny can't win, but he just doesn't realize it yet

Chloe: So you don't think this is a ploy by Fire to split the Saints?

MHJ: What does she have to gain from it?

Chloe: Well....

MHJ: Nothing. All it would end up doing is putting us on opposite sides of the ring......AGAIN.....and I don't think either of us really want that

Chloe: Hmph

MHJ: <chuckling> Still competing with Fire, aren't you?

Chloe: NO!

MHJ: Look Chloe, who am I tag champs with, you? Or my sister?

Chloe: Me

MHJ: Exactly. Which is exactly what I wanted. You and Stan are coming along amazingly. We are going to defend these titles for as long as we want, but after that? You are ready for the next step

Chloe: What?

MHJ: You didn't think we would team forever, did you?

Chloe: But.....we JUST won these titles!

MHJ: Yes, and we are going to hold them as long as we want, but at some point......things happen. And when they do, you are ready to fly solo

<Chloe gets quiet for a minute and seems to shrink in her seat a bit>

MHJ: don't worry. The lessons are not done yet. But when the time comes......you will know it. Look at it this way, you know the satisfaction you got from Power handing you her half of the tag titles?

Chloe: Yeah

MHJ: Imagine that feeling if it were the Intercontinental......or World title

<a grin creeps across Chloe's face>

Chloe: Even better, I keep her from winning ANY singles title. I don't want what she has already had, I want to keep her from ever being happy again

MHJ: <grinning> That's what I like to hear. Now don't worry about this Fire stuff. We have the Tournament of Champions coming up, and then no doubt Power and Tuska will want their rematch, but first, I need a drink

<Moose pulls off 23 into a seedy bar parking lot. He and Chloe get out and go inside, and we fade>

[ztevans]

Fade back in to Fire walking away.

MF: Hey, one more thing.

Fire turns.

MF: I don't like you, I don't like Stank and I don't like LD. I don't trust any of you and I highly doubt any of you trust me. I'm not a white hat and I never ever fucking claimed to be. BUT, as much as I don't like any of you, I fucking despise Vince McMahon. If you need help with this little unholy alliance, I'm in.

Fire nods and then turns to walk away, just the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

[ztevans]

Tytan is pacing-


Tytan: Firewoman....I have sat by and waited for the word from the Gods.

Your battle with the WWE.

You need another to join your fight.

Count me in.

Who better to join your cause then someone you know can bring the battle to them.

Let's get rid of them once and for all.

(FADE)

[ztevans]

FADE in on the streets of Dawsonville. Standing in front of the legendary Dawsonville Pool Room are OOWF’s Awesome Bill from Dawsonville and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

ABFD: “There it is NASCAR Stan.”

SF: “There it is.”

Both men get a tear in their eye. Bill hands Fulton a flask and he takes a drink of PCPL. He only chokes a little bit.

ABFD: “It’s beautiful.”

SF: “We should go inside.”

ABFD: “Abso-damn-lutely.”

The two men walk inside and the decor is all NASCAR and trophies from Bill and Chase Elliott. Bill and Stan walk around with their mouths hanging open as if they’ve gone to heaven. They talk in hushed tones as point at certain items on the walls. Fulton orders food for both of them and they have a seat, still looking all around like a pair of gawking tourists, which in fact they are.

SF: “Have you ever seen anything like it?”

ABFD: “Never. Even when Justin and I met the Wizard. There wasn’t this there. Hey, I gots a question for ya. I seen on that television thing that you’re all done in a month?”

SF: “My contract expires on Halloween night to be exact. There’s talk of extending me through November Pain, but I would imagine that I’ll lose the World title at Doomy Doomy Doom Doom.”

Kayfabe comes in and swats Fulton the back, but not hard. She smiles and takes a few fries from Bill’s plate and saunters off.

ABFD: “What the heck?!”

SF: “Kay and I are good friends.”

ABFD: “Outstanding.”

SF: “No, not like that. Just friends.”

Bill nods as if he understands and they go back to their meal and the gawking. Finally their meal done, the two men walk out onto the streets of Dawsonville and shake hands.

ABFD: “Well, NASCAR Stan, good luck tonight. I’m going to show Ellie May and Justin my old homestead.”

SF: “Enjoy yourselves. Good luck tonight to you as well, Bill. We’ll have to get together on Sunday and watch the Kansas race.”

The two men shake hands and head their separate ways. Fulton takes about a dozen steps towards the ‘arena’ when he’s accosted by an SFJ.

SFJ66: “Mr. Fulton?!”

Fulton sighs.

SF: “Yeah.”

SFJ66: “Your contract situation...”

SF: “Let me make a statement on that since that’s all everyone’s focused on. I am currently under contract to the OOWF until October 31, 2014. I will continue to defend my OOWF World Heavyweight Championship until that time or I lose the title, whichever comes first. If the OOWF officials and my agent can come to an agreement on a new contract, then I’ll continue with the OOWF. If not, I’ll find somewhere else to be employed.”

SFJ66: “And the Saints of Sinners?”

SF: “I’ll always be a part of the Saints of Sinners. Always.”

Fulton walks off down the dusty street as we FADE.

[ztevans]

Scheme Gene is interviewing Tommy Wilder -

SG – So Tommy, tonight is the Imperial Onslaught – what do you think your chances are?

TW – Seriously dude? What do you expect me to say? Geeze… (geek voice) "Gene, I really think I only have a 23.76% chance, unless BFE are sober, then it's 26.42%." Man, it's like running a downhill 6 wide with fixed gear and no brakes – everyone has a chance to win, but no matter what – first or last – it's gonna be a YouTube hit.

There are all the heavy hitters in this thing. And the winner gets to go up against Big Stan. I told Stan I would LOVE to earn a shot at that title. It is the ONLY one I haven't held in the OOWF. Dude, that is the 900 Crist Air with a tail grab – like – the freaking Grail, Gene-o. So everyone hits the Onslaught with everything they got, and hope the old dude in the robes doesn't tell you "You choose…poorly."

I have as good a chance as everyone else. I'll go out there, turn on the afterburners, and see what happens. Heck, Stank could throw me into the 10th row. Danny could suplex me into the concession stand. Eco could have his lawyers declare anything above the top rope as "out of the ring". LD, Fire, Miranda – all of them could take me out – Or… I could do the same to them.

SG – Even your own partner?

TW – (Shrug) Hey, we both know the score. This isn't some cheese-ball "entertainment" angle where one partner get all butt-hurt because the other wins in a match where there is only one winner. Burnquist and The Flyin Tomato don't bitch if one beats the other – they shake, and go at it again – competition doesn't mean you gotta be an ass-clown.

Fact of the matter is, Gene – I'm Tommy Wilder. I got one speed. I do things one way – full out, no brakes, no safety net. I gotta be what I am, dude. And if I win the shot – I'm not gonna sneak up and try to win when the champ is down. Not gonna jump 'em in the back or steal a win off some brake rail bounce. Stan, Mai, Ghost or Moosie – whoever has the title – they'll see me coming.

SG – OK, that was OOWF high flyer Tommy Wilder….

TW – Hang on dude. I ain't done.

Fire – You saw what Banned From Everywhere, Miranda and I did to the WWE dudes. We're all OOWF. We got your back, babe.

Eric, Vinnie, Stephie and Jean/Hunter, whatever you call yourself – I know this all fits into your "entertainment" plan. Well, in the OOWF, we do a lot more than "entertain". We don't bleed 'cause a script says so. We don't swing tin foil garbage cans, rubber bats and balsa wood kendo sticks. Our tables and chairs aren't doctored. You best make sure you're boys get that before they come after us. Or you're gonna be calling up the guys in Florida a heck of a lot faster than you planned.

And dude – I'm one of the GOOD GUYS. Think about that. We got guys that make "The Demon Kane" look like Candy Kane.

So yeah – I'm sure that all of this with the "little OOWF" fits into your soap opera mentality – give you lots of emotional gravity.

You want gravity? I'm Tommy Wilder. I'm OOWF. And when you get your punk asses up in the Big Air with me, you'll find out -

Gravity KILLS.

[ztevans]

The screen switches to the studios of Dawsonville's number one radio station, 109.9 KDWG- "The Dawg!". The morning jocks, Spanky and Cleetus, are seated at a console, wearing headphones, backwards ballcaps, and OOWF t-shirts.

Spanky: ...and don't forget ladies and gentlemen, tonight, right here in Dawsonville, OOWF will be LIVE and in living color as they present Mid Week Mayhem Imperial Onslaught. All the OOWF stars will appear, including our next guest--

Cleetus: OOWF's 2014 Breakthrough Star of the Year, Spider McNulty!

Canned applause and a snippet of Spider's entrance theme play as McNulty enters and sits down at the console opposite the hosts. He's fairly fresh faced given the hour of the morning. His arms bulge out of the OOWF t-shirt he's wearing (sleeves removed, of course). He places a pair of headphones on and cackles.

Spanky: Spider, thank you for being here with us this morning, we know it's early...

Cleetus: ...but we also know you geriatrics get up pretty early! (cheesy radio sound effects)

McNulty: Ah, hell, no worries fer me, fellas. I been sackin' out early these days. Watchin' what I eat, getting' plenty o' rest, and hittin' the stairmaster first thing in the mornin'. I'm old, but I'm feelin' pretty good these days.

Spanky: So- breakthrough star of 2014, how about that?

McNulty: (chuckles) Yeah, at the tender age of 53!

Cleetus: 53? You don't look a day over 52! (wah wah waaah)

Spanky: In all seriousness, you do look to be in great shape. What's your secret?

McNulty: Well, it ain't no secret that I was on the gas for... well, my whole career.

Spanky: The gas? You mean performance enhancing drugs? Steroids?

McNulty: Roger that. But the last few months, I've been clean. Just livin' right, man. Power an' her people got my diet and trainin' squared away. I'm feelin' better than I have in a few years.

Spanky: That's great to hear. Speaking of Power, how is she? How is Shane?

McNulty: Power's nursing a few wounds, but she's a tough gal. She'll be alright. An' Shane is ready for tonight, no doubt about it.

Cleetus: You'll be in the ring with your friends tonight for the Imperial Onslaught, Spider. Is it going to be every man for himself?

McNulty: Hell if I know. I'm gonna be gunnin' fer any of the Saints of Sinners that got the gonads to climb in the ring. (canned radio booing and hissing)

Spanky: That's right, you've had a few run-ins with the OOWF's resident Rat Pack as of late--

Cleetus: --and you got the better of LD Williams at Hell on Earth!

McNulty: Ayuh. An' I ain't done. I said LD was gonna be first. The rest of them chumps are gonna get theirs. I don't care about title shots, I never have. Tonight, I'm gunnin' fer any Saint I can get my mitts on.

Spanky: I see also that you're here in an OOWF t-shirt. A sign of solidarity, whle the WWE is stacking the deck against your current employer?

McNulty: BLEEPin' A. I got no love fer Vince MacMahon nor his gaggle of oiled up underpants models an' circus freaks. When the time comes, if I gotta bust WWE skulls, I'll be at the front of the line. (canned oohing and aahing)

Spanky: Speaking of time, Spider... how much time have you got left in the ring til you hang it up for good?

Spider grunts.

McNulty: I ain't done at least until I get Moosehead Jack in the ring, one on one. An' after I leave him lyin' in the ring, hell, who knows? Maybe I got a while yet. I keep eatin' all these weird-ass grains and greens that Power lines up fer me, I might be rasslin' til I'm 80!

The hosts chuckle and cut to commercial as we


fade

[ztevans]

Ecosystem appears onscreen, shuffling some papers on his desk. There is a faint sound and he looks up, and jumps SLIGHTLY--! as he sees Shane Tuska taking a seat in front of him.

Ecosystem: How did--? You know what, nevermind. Hello Shane.

Tuska says nothing.

Ecosystem: As cordial as ever. Did you contact the lady in...?

Tuska nods.

Ecosystem: Excellent! And you're ready to sign the papers I had drawn up for you?

Tuska nods.

Ecosystem: Wonderful! Shane, it's times like these that I feel most like--

Tuska leans forward and whispers something inaudible. Ecosystem smiles pleasantly.

Ecosystem: Of course I'll live up to my end. I'd have nothing to gain otherwise, Shane. Let's break some bread, shall we?

Ecosystem reaches into his desk and pulls out a steel attache case. He fiddles with the combination lock and opens it. From it, he produces a small stack of papers for Tuska to sign.

Ecosystem: You'll notice everything is in order. Just need your signature, Mr. Tuska.

Shane looks at the papers and then back up Ecosystem. Muyo is smiling like a cat.


Ecosystem: We've crossed all the t's and dotted all the i's, Shane. Let's make a deal, yes?

Tuska blinks, and then signs. Ecosystem smiles and leans back in his chair as we


fade

[ztevans]

*Jose Reyna is in Dawsonville, Georgia, he wears a grey 3 piece suit. He has his Aviator shades on and looks to be in one of those "moods".*

*OOWF cameras follow him as he walks down a sidewalk, by passing building after building.*

Jose: The biggest show of the year, one of the richest line ups going on in professional wrestling today and I don't make a single ripple.

I didn't make anyone bleed buckets... I didn't get any closer to finding Jason Allen's attacker... I was even snubbed during the Awards ceremony last weekend!

That just makes my hatred for everyone and everything even deeper!

Fortunately, today is a new day. Tonight begins a new chapter. A new Era for the "Space City Slicer".

Tonight I bring an Onslaught of my own to OOWF...

Don't blink an eye, or all you will see is darkness, ladies and gentlemen!

*Jose stops in his tracks and pulls out a spike from his jacket pocket. He kisses the spike before stabbing the camera lense*

[ztevans]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem – Imperial Onslaught
Live! From Dawsonville, Georgia
October 1, 2014

Tournament of Champions

MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. MAI MUYO

“Scarecrow” brings out Moosehead Jack, accompanied by his partner Chloe, who holds both Tag Team Championship belts over her head. She starts to walk down to ringside with Moose but Moose sends her to the back. Chloe frowns, but Moose pats her on the back and reminds her she has her own match to get ready for. Chloe exits and Moose walks down to the ring and slumps in the corner as “Hero” brings out the popular Intercontinental Champion Mai Muyo. She slaps hands and gives one fan a “Mai Time” headband before taking a selfie with the young girl. Moose slides out of the ring and grabs Mai by the hair and runs her into the corner post, and before the match even starts, Mai is busted open. Moose rolls her into the ring and the referee admonishes Moose before ordering the bell to officially start the match. Moose presses his advantage and is all over Mai like white on ri—er, Moose presses his advantage. Mai gets the occasional hope spot, but Moose keeps beating the young girl down. After about ten minutes Moose shoots Mai into the ropes and hits her with a Buisaki Knee to the face. Blood pours from the wound on her head and now from her nose. Moose hits Mai with a HEART PUNCH, then picks her up for a GTSF, but Mai reverses it into a DDT! Mai hangs onto the ropes to stay upright, and as Moose gets to his knees Mai charges with a Shining Wizard. Mai lets out a howl, waits behind Moose making the sign of the cross...TRINITARIAN! Moose tries to make it to the ropes...but here come Chloe from the back! She tries to make it to the ring, but out of the crowd comes Strength in Silence! They stand between Chloe and the ring. Chloe snarls at her sister as Power gives her the Bring It hand sign. Before Chloe can come up with another plan of attack the referee has raised and dropped Moose's hand the requisite three times and is calling for the bell!

Winner in 24:40 and advancing – Mai Muyo!

Mai rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with Power and Tuska and head out through the crowd just as the rest of the Saints of Sinners hit the top of the ramp. Chloe heads into the ring to revive her mentor and help him to the back.

CHLOE vs. RORY ALBRIGHT

Rory Albright and Carrie make their way to the ring, getting a mix of cheers and boos – the audience seems to be a bit more on his side, given his opponent –

And speaking of, down the ramp, branding iron in hand is Chloe of the Saints of Sinners – before she can even get into the ring, the ref tells her to dump the weapon… Chloe screams at him, but kisses the weapon and lays it at ringside near her corner.

Chloe gets on the apron while jawing at fans she starts to get into the ring when Carrie walks by and gives her ankle a little grab – Chloe snarls and wheels around toward Carrie – but when she does, Rory grabs her over the top rope and German suplexes her into the ring! Chloe gets to her feet, and as Rory levels her with a clothesline, the ref calls for the bell!

Rory keeps the heat up, slamming Chloe to the mat and stomping away –He turns to the crowd and raises his arms to cheers, picks Chloe up and whips her to the corner – he charges in – Chloe gets s foot up but Rory stops short… Chloe takes advantage and goes to the eyes, then grabs Rory by the hair and head butts him right in the face, again! And a third headbutt and Rory is bleeding from the nose! Chloe has a crazy(er) look in her eyes and side a Russian legsweep send Rory slamming into the corner turnbuckles.

Chloe picks Rory up, looking for an early Screwdriver – Rory blocks – Chloe tries again, Rory blocks again – Chloe starts hammering in forearm shots to the side of the head – Rory staggers, then fires back with a forearm of his own! The two begin trading forearm shots, with the crowd yelling "BOO! … YEA!" with each blow -

For the next 10 minutes, Rory and Chloe tear into each other, pure power moves and brawling. Not a lot of scientific wrestling going on – slams, clubbing blows, yakuza kicks… soon both are visibly battered and bruised up, and both bleeding.

Chloe goes to the eyes again, and then points behind Rory at Carrie, distracting the ref who checks to make sure she isn't getting involved. Chloe takes the opportunity to give Rory a fast punch to Florida, Georgia and the Line… instead of covering him, she goes to a corner and takes off the padding on the turnbuckle. She goes back after Rory with a side kick to the head, then tries to whip him into the exposed steel – Rory puts on the brakes and reverse the whip into the opposite corner. He follows up with a European uppercut, tries to pull her out of the corner, Chloe revers and goes for the London Dungeon! Rory is fighting to keep her from locking in the hold… Carrie pounds on the mat to encourage him to fight… Chloe snarls at her, releases the hold and tries to dive through the ropes after Rory's girlfriend – she comes up short as Rory grabs her ankle – she kicks him off, bull rushes him into a corner, climbs up and as he staggers back, goes for a top rope Thez Press!

Rory CATCHES HER! He looks like he is going for a power bomb, and Chloe starts biting his forehead to get free – then Rory changes gear, lifts her overhead, and falls backward – Alley Oop Reverse Power bomb into the exposed turnbuckle!

That'll do it folks – Chloe is OUT!

1…2…3 -

Winner – Rory Albright!

RORY ALBRIGHT vs. MAI MUYO

"18 and Life" begins playing and OOWF Onslaught Champion Rory Albright and his girlfriend Carrie Weisz make their way to the ring to a mixed reaction. Rory gets on the turnbuckle and does the "I want the belt motion" while Carrie claps. "Hero" plays as the woman who should have been Face of the Year Intercontinental Champion Mai Muyo comes down to a huge ovation. The bell rings and this one is underway.

Collar and elbow tie up to start, and Rory uses his strength advantage to drive Mai into the corner. He feigns a clean break but then quickly drives an elbow to the side of Mai's head, followed by a overhead belly to belly suplex. Albright scoops Mai up and hits a delayed vertical suplex and then follows that up wby dropping an elbow and covering for 2. He whips Mai into the corner and quickly follows with a hard clothesline. As Mai slumps in the corner, Albright knees her right in the face. He drags her out of the corner and tries a slam but Mai cradles him for a quick 2 count. Mai's quicker back to her feet and nails the Onslaught champion with a beautiful spinning heel kick.

Mai quickly looks to follow up by locking in the Trinitarian, but Albright struggles to the ropes. Again Mai is quick up to her feet and starts nailing Rory with hard kicks. A ddt places Albright in the middle of the ring, and Mai heads up top. SAVIOR SPLASH!... misses completely as Albright moves out of the way. Albright picks up Mai and looks for a powerbomb, but he forgot that (Sing along with me) YOU CAN'T POWERBOMB MAI MUYO! Mai faceplants him and then picks him up and again tries for the Trinitarian, this time Rory can't make it to the ropes.

Winner by submission in 8:35, Mai Muyo

IMPERIAL ONSLAUGHT

Alexander Darling is out first to boos from the crowd. He gets in the ring takes a turnbuckle, and writes out WWE in the air drawing more boos. Christian Carter has drawn number two, and again receives boos. Carter stops to jaw with a fan and then slides in the ring. Darling and Carter get face to face in the middle of the ring as the bell sounds starting the Imperial Onslaught. Darling and Carter lock up and we get an extended sequence of chain wrestling. Darling grabs a hammerlock, but Carter reverses into a rear waistlock and takes Darling down. Carter goes for a side headlock as Darling rises back up, but Darling reverses out. They continue to go hold for hold and the crowd is unsure how to react as they can appreciate both men's skills while disliking both men's personalities.

At this point Powers music hits, and instantly both Carter and Darling break off of each other and eagerly awaiting her arrival. Power sprints down to the ring and as soon as she slides in, both men begin putting boots to her. Power is never able to really get her bearings as Darling and Carter nail her again and again. Carter picks her up and slams her down hard and Darling drops a leg across her chest. The pick her up and each grab a side of Power and toss her over the top and to the floor.

Power has been eliminated

Carter and Darling look back to each other and shrug before locking back up and once again going through a series of clean wrestling holds as the clock continues to count down. LD Williams music hits, and again both Carter and Darling immediately stop and wait for him to come down the ramp. LD takes it slower keeping his eyes on both men and stopping just short of the ring. Carter and Darling motion for him to enter, and LD responds by giving them both the finger. This pisses Carter off who steps closer to the ropes yelling at LD. Williams strikes quickly, reaching in and grabbing Carters leg and pulling him under the bottom rope. LD starts laying in heavy strikes, and Darling slides under the ropes to go after him.

LD takes this opportunity to slide into the ring now giving him the high ground. Carter and Darling move to opposite sides of the ring and stand on the apron as LD waits in the center of the ring. Carter starts to enter, and LD heads for him. Darling jumps in from the other side looking to pearl harbor him, but Williams puts on the brakes and clotheslines him down. Carter is in however and attacks Williams from behind. Darling is back up and the two of them start beating LD down and it does not look good for him. Suddenly Stanks music hits and he rushes down and into the ring. Carter breaks away from LD to cut Stank off, but Stank avalanches right through him. He then drops Darling with a massive shoulderblock.

LD and Stank lock eyes and nod heads. Darling and Carter are up and stand opposite the two saints. For a moment no one moves, and then all four men rush to the center of the ring and any pretenses of a wrestling match goes out the window. Haymakers are thrown left and right and this is an all out fight. As they lay into each other, Stank and Carter clothesline each other and go down as LD and Darling do the same. All four men are down, and the buzzer goes off. The next man has a real advantage, and the crowd erupts into boos as it's Ecosystem.

Ecosystem takes his time making his way to the ring. He slowly removes his suit jacket, even taking the time to fold it. As he is taking all this time, the four men in the ring have slowly pulled themselves into each of the four corners. Ecosystem enters the ring and stands in the dead center and stretches his arms out as if to soak in nonexistent cheers. He then notices the men in each corner have begun to stare daggers at him. Ecosystems smirk vanishes as they begin to charge at him. Carter comes in for a clothesline, but Ecosystem ducks, and Carter finds himself face to face with Stank who socks him one and they begin slugging it out again. LD then comes at Eco, who combat rolls out of the way, and LD eats a superkick from Darling that allows Alex to get the edge on Williams. Ecosystem thinks that discretion is the better part of valor and slinks to a corner.

Tytans music hits, and Ecosystem beams at this. Tytan slowly strides to the ring and slides in. Before he can do anything Ecosystem approaches him calling for them to ally against the other four men. Tytan reaches out a hand, and Eco take it for the shake, only for Tytan to pull him into a short arm clothesline. This is supposed to be everyman for himself after all. Tytan doesn't get a chance to follow up however, as Stank and Carter bump into him dragging him into their slugfest. LD meanwhile has regained his composure, and has Darling nearly over the top rope. Eco nails LD allowing Darling back in, but when Eco tries to make an alliance with Darling, Alex drops him with a left. LD is back in Darlings face, and Ecosystem again slinks off to a neutral corner.

Dynamite Danny Taylors music hits and the crowd erupts in cheers. Ecosystem gets a pure Oh Crap look on his face as Taylor comes out and locks eyes with him from all the way across the arena. Taylor dashes down the ramp and slides in the ring. LD and Darling are between him and Ecosystem, but Taylor refuses to slow down. A big spinebuster for Darling, and a massive savant kick to Williams, and Ecosystem is nearly scrambling up the turnbuckle as Taylor makes a beeline for him. To everyone's surprise, Eco leaps OVER the top rope and to the floor eliminating himself.

Ecosystem has been eliminated

For a moment it looks like Taylor will follow Ecosystem out, but Williams is back up and lays into him bringing his attention to the match. Darling head over to where Stank, and Tytan nearly have Carter over the top rope and starts laying in kidney shots to Tytan. This lets Carter get a thumb to Stanks eye allowing himself a moment of peace. Carter begins to help Darling with Tytan, and Stank backs off choosing to aid LD in trying to take Taylor out. As all six men struggle with leverage the crowd erupts as Firewomans music hits. She runs down to the ring, and springboards in with a dropkick that takes Carter down. Her and Darling lock eyes, but before they can move, Tytan nails Darling. Taylor knocks LD and Stank off of himself, and LD ends up in front of Firewoman who drops him with a backcracker. As she is getting back to her feet, Stank charges at her for a big kick. Fire sees it coming and ducks pulling the top rope down with her. Stank ends up up crotching himself on the rope and losing his balance falling to the floor below.

Stank has been eliminated

Stank looks up at Firewoman, who just shrugs her shoulder and smirks. Stank just shakes his head with a look of amusement on his face. Meanwhile Carter and Darling together have managed to muscle Tytan up and over the top rope to the floor.

Tytan has been eliminated

Carter and Darling then turn their attention to trying to take out Taylor. Firewoman and LD lock eyes and then lock up, each trying to get the other to the ropes. More cheers from the crowd as Miranda Williams is out next. She runs down and slides into the ring. Firewoman and LD back away from each other and both look to the fresh Miranda. Miranda looks first to her dad, then to her former mentor, and then runs forward and double clotheslines both of them down. She then heads over and nails Carter, Darling, and then even Taylor. Miranda is house en fuego. As she lets out a cheer to the crowd, she turns and eats a stiff right from Darling who starts taking it to her. Carter and Firewoman lock up on the opposite side of the ring, and Taylor and LD trade stiff shots in the center. More cheers from the crowd, as Awesome Bill from Dawesonville is out with a jar of PCPL. He takes a big swig, and then lets out a loud belch before sliding into the ring and joining the chaos.

Lots of hectic action as the ring continues to fill up and it becomes harder to find a spot to catch your breath. Several close calls as Taylor almost gets Darling out only to get cut off by Carter from behind. Firewoman almost tosses Miranda, but Bill and LD tumble into them breaking it up. The Murphy's music hits and DK is out next and showing that it really is everyman for themselves, he locks up with Taylor. Miranda and Firewoman have teamed up and are in the process of trying to suplex Awesome Bill over the top rope. At this point, the BFE theme hits, and Justin Sane rushes to the ring. Amazingly, he manages to push Bill back down preventing him from getting eliminated before entering the ring. Bill then double clothes the ladies down before unleashing some hillbilly kung fu......that ends up sending Justin over the top rope and to the floor.

Justin Sane has been eliminated

Bill slaps his forehead and yells out "Aww damn son, I thought you was one of them there lady folk!" Justin strokes his beard and says "Yeah, I get that a lot" Bill turns around and eats a double dropkick from Fire and Miranda and the chaos continues. DK has Carter up in the corner, but Darling nails him keeping him from going out. LD and Taylor have backed away from each other looking to catch their breath, when Spider McNulty's music hits and he rushes into the ring. He immediately starts laying jabs at both men, but is brought up short when LD is able to nail him with a standing side kick. The Murphy's music hits again bringing out Daniella Murphy who immediately goes to help her brother against Darling and Carter.

Firewoman and Miranda break off from Bill and end up locking up with LD and Spider respectively. Carter and Darling manage to get away from the Murphy's, only to find themselves locking up with Taylor again. Matt Folz is out next, and he is all business. He rushes into the ring and has clotheslines for everyone. Darling is down, Taylor is down, both Williams go down, the murphy's go down. Folz grabs Bill and tosses him over the top rope.

Awesome Bill is eliminated

Folz is non stop, he grabs Daniella and tosses her out.

Daniella Murphy is eliminated

Spider makes the mistake of getting in front of Folz, and he gets tossed as well.

Spider McNulty is eliminated

Folz is on fire, and it looks like nothing can stop him until he sees his wife Jamie outside the ring. This distracts him long enough for Carter to nail him from behind and start trying to choke him on the second rope. Jamie sees this and grabs a nearby folding chair. She pulls back to take a swing at Carter, when Darling pulls him out of the way and she ends up nailing Folz by mistake. Jamie looks shocked, and Carter and Darling toss Folz over the top.

Matt Folz is eliminated

They then find themselves face to face with Taylor and DK who start trading blows. LD catches a breather in the corner. Meanwhile Firewoman and Miranda meet in the center of the ring, the exchange a quick knuckle bump, and then start into an impressive display of chain wrestling getting the crowd pumped up. In the end, Firewoman's experience gives her an edge, and she is able to get Miranda up and drop her gut first across the rope. Miranda lands on the apron, as Wilders music hits and he dashes towards the ring. Firewoman superkicks Miranda and she goes flying off the apron, and into Wilders arms. For a moment it looks like Wilder may drop Miranda, but instead he rolls her back into the ring keeping her from getting eliminated. Wilder follows her in, and prevents Firewoman from pressing the advantage.

Wilder and Miranda lock eyes, and then it's a superkick party in this piece. Darling goes down, DK goes down, Taylor is down, Carter is down, Firewoman goes down. It looks like Miranda and Wilder can't be stopped, until a recovered LD nails them both from behind with clotheslines to the back of the head slowing them down. Firewoman tries to come at LD from behind with a flying knee, but he sees her coming and drops down, pulling the top rope with him. Fire sees what is happening, but her momentum carries her over the rope and to the floor below.

Firewoman is eliminated

LD looks to Fire and smirks, and Firewoman can't help but Batista laugh at this ironic turn of events. Jose Reyna is out next to some boos, and heads for Wilder and tries to toss him over, but Wilder is able to skin the cat and stay in. LD is struggling in the corner as Taylor and Dk are attempting to toss him, and Carter and Darling are working over Miranda. Alexis Darling is out next, and she immediately helps Carter and her brother toss Miranda.

Miranda Williams is eliminated

DK and Taylor break away from LD and attack Carter and the Darlings. Jose and Wilder struggle against each other on the far side of the ring. Ghostheads music hits, but he doesn't enter from the ramp, but instead comes in from the crowd. He looks to be loading up some black mist for Darling, but Alex ducks and DK gets a face full. Alexis and Carter take advantage and toss him over the rope.

Dk Murphy is eliminated

Wilder is able to get Jose against the ropes and nails him with a superkick that takes him up and over.

Jose Reyna is eliminated

Shane Tuska is out at this point and heading towards the ring when Jose attacks him as he is leaving yelling nonsense. Security pulls Reyna away, but the damage is done as Tuska is busted open. Meanwhile in the ring Wilder and LD have locked up as Darling and Ghosthead have as well. Carter and Alexis have started double teaming Taylor. Tuska makes it into the ring, but Carter and Alexis break off from Taylor, and immediately beat The wounded Tuska down and toss him from the ring.

Shane Tuska is eliminated

The two of them then head over and double team Ghosthead who was seconds from tossing Alexander over the top rope. Ghosthead tries to fight them away, but three on one is too much, and they are able to take him over the top and down to the floor below.

Ghosthead is eliminated

They then turn their attention to wear Taylor is in the corner, but before they can make a move, Taylor rushes them. Carter and Alexander see it coming and dodge, but Alexis is unable to get away, and gets speared by Taylor. Wilder and LD have broken off from each other and target Darling and Carter leaving Alexis one on one with Taylor. Chris Evans music hits signaling the last entrant. As he makes his way to the ring, Taylor locks eyes with him and then military presses Alexis and tosses her from the ring, just barely missing hitting Evans with her.

Alexis Darling is eliminated

Evans slides in the ring, and him and Taylor immediately start going at it trading massive blows. The two of them tear into one another completely oblivious to anything else around them. Carter manages to take Wilder down with a DDT, and then heads over and pushes both Taylor and Evans over the top as they are focused on each other.

Danny Taylor and Chris Evans are eliminated

Neither Taylor nor Evans seems to care about this and keep slugging away at each other. This forces all the ringside officials to rush over to try and break them up. In this chaos, no one has noticed that Alexis is still at ringside. She grabs a pair of chairs and slides them in the ring. Carter grabs one and plasters Wilder in the head then tosses him out of the ring as the cage slowly lowers. Alex has snatched up the second chair and nails LD causing him to slump into the corner.

Darling then slides out of the ring and helps Alexis and Carter in beating down Wilder. Their attack is vicious, and Wilder is left a bloody mess. Evans and Taylor are removed from ringside, and officials then are able to get to Alex and get her away as well. Darling and Carter slide back into the ring as the cage locks into place. LD has shaken off the cobwebs, and takes in the number disadvantage. Darling and Carter try to trap LD in the corner, but LD is a veteran and is able to avoid that. He lays in with stiff shots and even tosses Darling face first into the cage. LD tries to set Carter up for the Canadian Destroyer, but Darling nails him from behind.
Williams puts up a strong fight, but in the end, the numbers get the better of him. Carter and Darling nail a tandem spike piledriver and carter covers and gets the pin.

LD Williams is eliminated

Carter and Darling shake hands and laugh. They then congratulate each other on making it so far and then do a fake huddle. When they come out of it, they do a quick game of rock paper scissors, and Darling wins it. He then finger pokes Carter in the chest, and Carter reacts as if shot by a gun. Darling covers and gets an easy three.

Christian Carter is eliminated

Alex jumps up and fist pumps the year, cheering as if he just won the superbowl. He looks to the ref and demands he raise his arm in victory, but the ref shakes his head no. Darling looks confused, and the ref points up behind him. Darling turns, and we see that Wilder has recovered and ascended the cage. He leaps off and nails Darling with a massive crossbodyblock. He covers and gets a two before Carter leaps over and breaks it up. Carter grabs Wilder and nails the Fall from Grace. Darling then grabs Wilder and hits a Darling Driver. He covers

One....

Two....

Thr....

Wilder kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd. Both Darling and Carter are livid. Darling lifts Wilder up and hits another Darling Driver, and then lifts him and hits a third for good measure. Darling covers, and this is too much for Wilder who is unable to kick out.

Tommy Wilder is eliminated

Darling's music hits and he climbs a nearby turnbuckle and makes the motion of the belt around his waist as he is showered with boos from the crowd.

STAN FULTON vs. MAI MUYO – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

Mai Muyo is introed and comes to the ring. Mai looks like she has already been through hell and back. She waits in the ring while “Fifty Goddamn Skeleton Warriors” by Deathmøle blasts through the speakers and out comes the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Stan Fulton. The crowd boos mightily which Fulton ignores, as he walks focused down the ramp and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring. He holds both the World Championship Belt and his Grand Slam Championship Belt above his head causing the fans to boo even louder. Stan hands the belts off to the ref and stares at Mai Muyo like a fox about to pounce on a chicken. Mai paces slowly back and forth on her side of the ring, trying her best to act like someone who has not already wrestled two matches. The ref calls for the bell and we are UNDERWAY!

Stan doesn't make a move, as he continues to stare at the pacing Mai Muyo while the crowd chants "MAI TIME!, MAI TIME!, MAI TIME!, MAI TIME!" which then morphs into "LET'S GO MUYO!" *clap, clap, clapclapclap* "LET'S GO MUYO!" *clap, clap, clapclapclap*. This seems to energize Mai, as she begins to put a little bounce in her step, psyching herself up! She turns to face Stan then CHARGES at the World Champion, ducking a clothesline attempt and coming back on the rebound with a FLYING CALF KICK which drops Fulton on his back and elicits a ROAR from the crowd! Stan quickly scrambles back to his feet, but is felled again by a SHINING WIZARD! Mai covers, but only gets TWO!!

Mai doesn't let up as the next several minutes have the champ reeling from various high impact moves and several near falls. Stan is finally able however to put a halt on Mai's offense with a THUMB to the EYE from out of the corner! Mai recoils toward the center of the ring and when she turns around she gets ROCKED by a CLEAR CUT clothesline! Boos rain down from the crowd as Stan opts not to go for the cover, but to administer further punishment. He pulls Mai to her feet and lifts her up into a DELAYED SUPLEX! Stan rises to his feet, runs the ropes, and looks to come back with a DROPLINE... which MISSES as Mai Muyo rolls out of the way!

Fulton grabs his elbow and rises to his feet. As he turns back to face Mai, she pummels the champ with successive clubbing forearms to his face that have Stan teetering on the edge of falling! Mai runs the ropes and rebounds back toward Stan who recovers and looks to knock Mai down with a SHOULDER TACKLE, but Mai slides between his legs, jumps to her feet behind Fulton, and DROPKICKS the champ who stumbles forward and falls, catching himself on the bottom rope with his head hanging over the apron! Mai then runs the opposite ropes, rebounding back then hopping over Stan and the ropes! On the way down, she pulls down on the back of Stan's head, basically guillotining his neck on the bottom rope The crowd cheers, as Stan writhes in the ring choking, putting his hands on his throat, as he gasps for air!

Mai takes a moment to catch her breath outside the ring in front of the announce tables. She rises to her feet and sees Stan lying there inside the ring and seizes the opportunity to end this now. She hops up on the ring apron and climbs the corner to the top turnbuckle... SAVIOR SPLASH HITS!! The crowd goes CRAZY, but Mai can't capitalize, as the move took a lot out of her as well, mostly due to her own exhaustion having already wrestled twice tonight! Both combatants lie still in the ring for several seconds while the fans urge Mai to make the cover! Mai begins to stir and slowly moves over to drape an arm across Stan's chest, but Stan slowly rolls out of reach, as Mai crawls after him! Stan, however, is able to roll out of the ring and fall to the floor below, safe from getting pinned!

A lot of the wind behind Mai's sails have abated. She pushes herself up to her knees and stares in dismay where Stan fell out of the ring. She slowly slides out after him and walks over to bend down and pull Stan to his feet, but he suddenly scoops her up and TACKLES her INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

The crowd boos as Mai writhes on the floor and Stan slowly pushes himself up to his hands and knees. He turns his head to glare at Mai then stands to his own feet. He walks over to Mai, pulls her up then DRIVES her into the crowd barricade! He then rolls into the ring and back out to break the ref's count before continuing to punish Mai some more outside the ring!

And so it goes for several minutes... Stan alternating between brutalizing Mai Muyo outside the ring and breaking the ref's count. Mai is now bleeding from her mouth and the ref abandons the count to slide outside the ring and plead with the champ to take the action back inside the ring. Stan argues with the ref a bit before relenting and tossing Mai Muyo's carcass back inside the ring. The ref slides back inside, as Stan walks up the steel steps and climbs in through the ropes, mocking the crowd, as he circles around Mai lifeless form! Stan then reaches down to pull Mai to her feet, but she SUDDENLY wraps Fulton up in the TRINITARIAN!

The crowd and Mai SCREAM for Stan to TAP as the champ begins to FADE! With the crowd cheering wildly, Mai cinches in the hold tighter and pulls back on Stan's extended arm! The champ struggles mightily, as he weakly lifts Mai up and drops her on her back, but Mai holds fast and is determined not to let go! Fulton is in DEEP trouble! He is in the center of the ring and the ropes appear further, and further away, with each labored breath he manages to get into his lungs! Soon darkness creeps around the edges of his vision. The ref lifts Fulton's arm and it drops...

Once..



Twice...



THREE TIIIIMES A LADAAAY!


Fulton wonders why Lionel Richie is singing so loud in his head before he snaps back to reality JUST in time to stop his arm from falling mere centimeters before it hits the mat for a third time! He summons all the strength he has left, lifts Mai up, and DRIVES her into the corner with what can only be described as a modified BUCKLE BOMB! Stan then climbs to the second turnbuckle and hits THE CRUSHER!!

Fulton covers...

One


Two


THREE!!!



Your WINNER in 29:07 and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion - Stan Fulton!


Stan rolls onto his back, as his music fires up and the ref goes to retrieve his belts. Fulton breathes heavily gasping in as much air as he can take while staring up at the lights before the ref hands Fulton his World and Grand Slam championship belts. Fulton clutches them to his chest greedily before rolling out of the ring and stumbling up the ramp, happy to have escaped with a victory. Mai Muyo meanwhile slowly rolls over and pushes herself up to her hands and knees. The crowd cheers and applauds her effort as she is able to pull herself up to her feet by the ropes, wipe blood from her mouth then smile out at her fans who honor her with a standing ovation.