MidWeek Mayhem (10/15) Live! From Palma Soriano, Cuba

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Palma Soriano, Cuba
October 15, 2014

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Saints of Sinners vs. Crash & Burn

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Rory Albright vs. Stank

Non-Title Triple Threat Match
Stan Fulton vs. Danny Taylor vs. Ghosthead

2 out of 3 Falls
LD Williams vs. Spider McNulty

Royalty vs. Firewoman, Tytan, Matt Folz & Mai Muyo
Murphy's Law vs. Chris Evans & Ecosystem
Banned From Everywhere vs. Strength in Silence

card subject to US embargo on pro wrestling

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*The Murphys look at each other*

Dee: Chris Evans, do you think we forgot who you are?

DK: Chris Evans, we don't care who your partner is.

Dee: Eco, consider ditching Evans for just one night. My brother and I are discussing going Empty Team, and we'd hate to see you get hurt.

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*The Murphys go back to the Destroyitarium when Wally B King and LD's Momma walk in.

WBK: I Know how much revenge means to you guys, but this might not be the most opportune time...given certain business situations...

DK: I'm tired of waiting for the right time!

Dee: Same here!

WBK: It's just that...

*LD's Momma puts a large hand on Wally's shoulder, they look into each other's eyes and smile, and Wally looks back up at her*

WBK: Alright, go ahead and kill Evans if you want, but keep Eco alive. He owes a mutual acquaintance some money.

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Firewoman is RAGING~! as only she does. This is perhaps John Ross Ewing's first view of it up close and personal. Poor guy.

JRE: C'mon, the plane's leaving for Cuba.

FW: Bitch Killer....YOU DARED TO PUT THAT MOVE ON ME? I will show you a Bitch Killer. My new NAME is going to be Bitch Killer.

JRE: *to INC* Maybe come back later.

FW: You forget who you are fucking dealing with Alexis... But I will be HAPPY to remind you, so I suggest you stay OUT of my WAY until Wednesday night. And then you tell your buddies, and yes, that includes your BROTHER to stay out of it. I don't care what the stipulation says, I'm going to make you tap out and maybe, just MAYBE I won't break your fucking back.

JRE: Okay, that's about enough...

The door shuts, leaving the INC outside, but the sound of glass shattering can be heard.

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<Power and Tuska walk out of the arena to head for the bus to the airport. Power stops and sighs loudly, Tuska stops and turns around and looks her in the eyes>

Tuska: What?

Power: We lost

Tuska: They cheated

Power: Doesn't matter......we go to the end of the line. My sister gets to keep MY..........OUR tag titles

Tuska: <softly> They can't run forever. We will get them

Power: It's Tommy and Miranda's turn. I let her get away! I swore I would end her! I......<turning and punching a crate> It is so frustrating! SO.......FUCKING..........

Voice: Hopeless?

<A match strikes and we see a man step out of the shadows and light a cigar.......Moose. Shane steps in front of Power, who clearly wants to rip Moose's head off>

MHJ: Calm down Shane......not here for a fight

ST: I have no reason not to rip your face off Jack....

MHJ: <taking a deep drag on his cigar and smirking, knowing Shane isn't going to attack.....yet> No......you don't. But perhaps I can give you one. Power, you are right......right now, it is hopeless

P: I NEVER SAID THAT!

MHJ: Look.......Power......Edra......You know where you belong. You know where your heart lies......perhaps with Shane......but certainly with glory. You have all the tools. And Shane......I knew of you before you got here, I saw the matches.....you have a death wish, but you also have the tools. You could take Mai down

ST: <incredulously> What.......what the hell are you saying?

MHJ: I am saying.....let me help you embrace the demons Shane........stop fighting it........and come home. And Edra......you've known all along......this is the path.......this is where you belong.......come home.

Power: <barely containing her rage and spitting her words like venom> YOU......ARE NOTHING.......JACK! I would rather DIE than join you and my sister. I am NOTHING like her! And Jack......I swear this to you.......the next time I am in that ring with you, I am going to destroy you......you are the cancer of the OOWF, you turn everything you touch evil. I will do what so many others have failed to do.......I will fucking END you Jackie.

<Power turns and walks away, Tuska looks at Moose a moment longer, then follows Power. Moose smirks and takes a drag from his cigar, then laughs and heads back into the arena>

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(As Moose steps back into the arena it appears two others were listening to his conversation with Power and Tuska. Chloe looks hurt, while Sunny looks like the cat that ate the canary.)

Chloe: What was that?

Moose: You don't know?

Sunny: I do. Brilliant.

Chloe: Brilliant? He's sucking up to my sister and her toy!

Sunny: Yep. They're vulnerable.

Moose: They're ripe for the picking.

Chloe: But she'll never do it...

Moose: She will if Tuska does.

Sunny: If you can't beat them, join them.

Moose: All their friends are lining up to make an alliance with my sister.

Chloe: (Starting to see the light) ...and she never will.

Sunny: And we still have an ace or two up our sleeves. But be patient. Sooner or later, your sister will join us, and her boy toy will be an added bonus.

Moose: Trust me.

Chloe: Always, Jack.

(The threesome head back to grab their luggage as the cameras fade)

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End of Mayhem Tytan is seen getting stitches from the medic. Cameraman approaches

Tytan: Good. It's about time one of you found me.

Royalty. (bloodied spit on the ground.)

You tried to make me bow down to you.

You tried to make me kiss the boot of Reyes.

Tytan does not bow down to anyone.

Next time you try to jump me.

KILL ME!

Now you leave me no choice.

(Tytan reveals the shovel at his side.)

I will find you and hunt you down one by one.

I have been know to eliminate people in the past.

There is a short list

but maybe it's time to add to it.

And this time end them for good.

This is WAR!

Your Kingdom is going to fall

and there will be nothing left but dirt and rubble

just what you are going to need Brat Prince

to bury the bodies that I am going to leave behind.

There will be Royal blood

and it will be on your hands.

Say hello to Hades.

Now for the Calvary that came thank you.

Eco you said we were friends...buddies...then where were you.

I guess we know where you stand in all of this.


(Tytan takes the bloodied towel and gets ready to throw it at the camera. Then thinks about it and keeps it and walks off.)

FADE

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Tytan bumps into Eco as he was leaving.

Eco: You want to know where I stand? I stand back.

Eco circles around Tytan, who watches him warily.

Eco: You and Fire are conquerers. Front line soldiers. And people want to fight alongside you. They don't want to fight alongside me. I get that. I'm a distraction. The second I come out there to help you once, the fewer people there are next time.

Tytan: (snarling) Excuses.

Eco: Who came out for you Wednesday? Firewoman, Stank, LD Williams, Miranda Williams, DK Murphy, Daniella Murphy, Tommy Wilder. How much backup does the god of war need?

Tytan: It's not about what I need. It's about who you claim you are.

Tytan storms off on Eco, who sighs.

Eco: "Help Ewing with the board, get me my Grand Slam, stop people from stabbing spikes into my head, don't hit my friend with your car." Everyone's so needy around here!

FADE

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*There is a half-empty pint of beer in the Destroyitarium, in front of a chair with a tweed jacket draped over it, with a folded over copy of the New York Times

Daniella Murphy walks into the Destroyitarium and Ashley Darling smiles at her

Dee: Why are you so happy?

Ashley: OMG this guy went over our trust funds and he made us a lot of money

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Switch to a humdinger of a house show in San Ricardo, Cuba. The auditorium is hazy from the smoke in the air, and the lights are dim, but the energy is undeniable. The Murphys are making their exit, having just picked apart some hapless Cuban jobbers. The crowd's ovation begins to diminish, and everyone appears to be thinking that it's intermission time, when there is a jolt of static and the lights go out, save for a green spotlight right at the top of the ramp. Nice pop from the crowd as Shane Tuska appears, dressed in street clothes. Power is by his side, holding his arm. She whispers something in his ear. Shane turns to her and nods, and Power half-smiles and nods back. Spider McNulty steps forward and slaps Shane on the back. Tuska fist bumps his old friend and then tromps down the ramp toward the ring, stone faced. He rolls into the ring and goes straight to the corner, his head down. He covers his ears and the crowd "SHHHHH" in unison, followed by another good pop.

The lights come up, and Tuska doesn't move for a moment. His eyes are closed, a mild grimace about his face. The crowd eventually starts a "Let's Go Tuska!" chant, because Cubans are obviously very well versed in American wrestling chants, yes they are, shut up.

Tuska bows his head further, and rocks back and forth a just a bit... and then leaps to his feet. The crowd pops again, and Tuska acknowledges them with a chest thump. He looks over to the ring announcer and...

Calls for a microphone.

There is a momentary pause of disbelief, and then another nice pop from the crowd. Tuska grabs the mic and shuts his eyes one last time. He opens them and stares hotly into the camera.

Tuska: Moosehead Jack.

The crowd pops again upon hearing Shane's voice.

Tuska: The tyrant ruler of a pack of dogs. (growling) You have the audacity to say that you know me? That you know what I'm about?! Sorry, Moose, you. KNOW. NOTHING.

Another good pop as Tuska leans against the top rope, still shooting lasers into the hard camera with his gaze.

Tuska: I hate this. I hate speaking. The sound of my voice is something I can not stand to hear... I've lived in silence for so long now that I didn't know if I'd actually be able to come out here and do this. But this is how it is. Listen good, Moosehead Jack. Chloe. (the camera begins slow zoom into Tuska's face) This is how it is. I can't just hide in a corner of the locker room anymore. I can't let what I do in the ring speak for me anymore. As much as I love Spider, and as much as I love Power, I can't let them do the talking for me anymore. No, I'm here tonight to say CLEARLY that you are dreaming, Moosehead Jack, if you think for one tenth of one second that I have any interest in living out my days on your leash!

Nice pop, followed by a "This is awesome!" chant, because again, Cubans are way on top of American wrestling chants. Tuska lowers the mic and paces a bit, starting to sweat. He is seething mad.

Tuska: So this is how it is, Moose. No one speaks for me anymore. Not my love Power. Not my friend Spider. And certainly not the likes of you, Charles Manson Lite. I will be making myself abundantly clear from here on out. No more "silence is golden". No more "shhhh". From now on, the only voice for Shane Tuska is going to be Shane Tuska. So hear me well, Moosehead Jack. No one gets in my head. Anyone who tries gets silenced. THIS is how it is!

Crazy pop as the lights dim again, save for that green spot right on Tuska. He chucks the mic and rolls under the bottom rope. He makes his way up the ramp and is greeted by Power and Spider, and the trio embrace in a quick group hug before turning to the crowd and raising their fists.

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*A man in a rumpled blue dress shirt and khakis walks into the Destroyitarium and sits down to resume drinking his pint of beer*

Dee: Pat?

Pat(speaking with a New Hampshire accent): Hello, Dee, I did an analysis and you are over-rotating your arm on the Left Hook from Hell.

Dee: Really?

Pat: There are a few other bio-mechanical tweaks that you and your brother might make. I made a spreadsheet. It's mostly an analysis of wrestling moves, but I did add a suggestion on your free throw technique, based on something John Havlicek told me years ago.

Dee: That's great, but did you come here just to give us some pointers?

Pat: I really can't say. Confidentiality agreement with my employer. I'm retired, but these occasional consulting jobs keep my mind sharp.

*A large shadow looms over them. Daniella Murphy turns, and is grabbed in a hug by LD's Momma*

LDM: Sorry, girl, no time to talk now. Professor, I'm ready to drive you to the airport.

Pat: Always a pleasure to be working with a seasoned professional. Dee, give my best to Dom.

Dee: Will do, Pat, and I'll tell Wally you stopped by.

Pat: Wally? Don't think I know anyone by that name.

Dee: Oh, right, OK.

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OOC: Place this sometime this morning because I never had a chance to post it.

IC: We see Jaime Folz struggling to carry not only her bag, but also Christian Carter's, Alexis Darling's and Alexander Darling's as they start to head to the airport. They laugh and go ahead of her as suddenly she hears a voice from behind.

VFB: Do you need some help with those?

JF: Thank you kindly sir, but I don't think my employers would like that very much.

VFB: Those are your employers? How did a beautiful, educated woman like yourself end up working with such a crew?

JF: My husband, believe it or not, put it in his contract that if he lost a match I'd have to end up working with them for 30 days.

VFB: Your husband sounds like a real jackass. I hope he realizes what an amazing woman he married and treats you like you deserve.

JF: He usually does. And to be fair, I did convince him to sign the contract knowing what I was getting into. And yeah, he can be a real jackass sometimes, but I love him and I miss him SO fucking much.

Jaime sets the bags down, turns and jumps into Matt's arms, giving him a huge kiss.

MF: Well hello there Mrs. Folz

JF: I miss you so much.

MF: I miss you a thousand times more, but you know you should have hit me with that chair last night.

JF: I know, I was trying to work my way up to it.

MF: You can't hesitate, whether we like it or not, this is the situation. You have to do what they tell you, for the next 20 days or so.

JF: I know, I know...... this sucks.

MF: It most definitely does.

JF: I love you, and I don't blame you for any of this.

MF: I love you too, but I can't lie to you, I have a confession to make. I cheated on you.

JF: You what?!

MF: It was a moment of weakness..... I wasn't even going to tell you but the guilt is killing me. Last Saturday I....

JF: You'd better not be about to say what I think you're going to say.

MF: I.....I went and saw Gone Girl.

Jaime shakes her head and smiles, but still punches Matt hard on the arm.

JF: YOU ASSHOLE! Every time we saw a trailer for that for the past 3 months we talked about going to that together. You really are a dick.

MF: It didn't mean anything, I was thinking of you the entire time.

JF: Uh huh. How was it?

MF: Incredible. My boy Affleck was great, Rosamund Pike was amazing, Carrie Coon was a revelation. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I even liked Tyler Perry in his role.

JF: I think I hit you a little too hard during Imperial Onslaught.

Matt laughs.

MF: Maybe, you do hit harder than your current employers do.

JF: Did they keep our favorite line from the book?

MF: Yep. "You two are the most fucked up people I've ever met, and I specialize in fucked up people"

JF: Could describe some of the people in this company.

MF: Ha.

JF: You know you owe me big for this indiscretion right? Once this is all over I'm thinking some expensive jewelry, a fancy dinner and one more special request.

MF: Name it.

JF: You and I standing the bloody bodies of Alexis, Alexander and Christian.

MF(Smiling): Whatever the lady requests.

JF: Tell Mai that I said Hi, and tell her I miss hanging out with her.

MF: I will, I promise.

Matt helps Jaime organize the bags and she walks off as we....... FADE

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As Matt Folz turns around he "bumps" into Tytan.

(There is a moment where the two stare down each other not knowing how they should act.)

Tytan: Sorry about you Wife being stuck with Royalty.

Matt: (nods in appreciation) Thanks.

Tytan: It seems we get to do battle against them come MAYHEM.

Matt: Counting down the days.

Tytan: I'll bring the shovel and we will let the bodies fall where they may.

Matt: (grins) I like your thinking big man.

(Tytan extends his hand out. Folz looks down and is hesitant about doing it. He looks around but there is no crowd to tell him what he should do. He actually has to decide on his own. He extends his hand out to meet Tytan's. Tytan grabs Matt into one of those warrior brother handshakes where they grab the forearm instead. A couple nearby fans cheer.)

Tytan: (Pulling Matt closer.) I got your back.

Matt: Thanks.

FADE

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Ecosystem is sitting on the top turnbuckle with a microphone and a new iPhone 6 in a house show in Havana. Two giant wrapped presents sit outside the ring. The crowd is chanting “ERES UNA MIERDA! ERES UNA MIERDA!” (Basically, you’re a shit.)

Eco: Well, it’s good to see you too, you little shits.

The crowd boos.

Eco: I’m just kidding. You folks, it’s your reactions, your passion, good or bad, that keeps me going. I’m a lot like John Cena in that way. And like John Cena, I like keeping in touch with my fans via social media! Can we, uh, can we connect my new iPhone 6 to the big screen. Pull up this tweet for me?

@pedrodelsol Oct 9 10:22 PM
Finally had “the talk” con mis padres . . . no love, no support, just hatred. Out of the house. @junichiromuyo is right. #HopeIsDead

Eco: Wow! One hundred and forty characters can say so much, huh? Well, I followed Pedro back, sent him a DM, and invited him to come down to the show. So Pedro? Come on down!

Pedro Del Sol, looking about 17, comes down the ramp, awkward, embarrassed. Eco holds the ropes for him as he enters the ring and sits on a chair Eco has set up.

Eco: Now Pedro, I’m just going to clarify for the crowd what’s going on, because I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. (Pedro nods.) Mis amigos, Pedro here is gay. (The Cuban crowd gives a mixed reaction, but mostly boos.) He has known since he was a niño pequeño.

And despite what you may think about that in your backwards nation (now we have boos), I hope we would agree that he should be treated with love and respect as a human being. But that’s not what your parents did, when you finally told them after eight years, was it Pedro? Did they treat you with love and respect?

Pedro shakes his head. Eco hands Pedro a microphone.

Pedro: They kicked me out! I’m living with my tía Carmen, but man, Mister Muyo, I don’t want to impose on her no more.

Eco: But you’re not imposing, Pedro. Your parents are. They put you in this situation.

Pedro: Sí.

Eco: And you’re angry about it, aren’t you?

Pedro: Yeah man, of course.

Eco: The people who were supposed to be there for you no matter what, threw you out like some fucking garbage! Like you were nothing! NOTHING! (Pedro is getting upset.) Don’t you wish you could just rear back and smack your father across the face?

Pedro: …Yes. Yes, I do.

Eco: That sounded weak. I don’t think he sounded weak when he talked to you. What was it he said? Oh, I remember. I remember because the end was in English, so I remembered. Here’s what he said.

Eco gets right in Pedro’s face.

Eco: SAL DE AQUÍ, you suck and are banned!

The crowd gasps. Pedro slaps Eco in the mouth. Eco falls back laughing.

Eco: You want to do that to him, don’t you?

Pedro: Yes! Yes!

Eco: Pedro, it’s your lucky fucking day. Boys, give him Gift Number One!

The security guards lift the first wrapped box up…and there’s Pedro’s father bound to the chair, mouth gagged, hands behind the back. Pedro is shocked.

Eco: Now now, Pedro. I’m not asking you to do anything bad. I just want you to take one shot. Right across the face, just like you did to me. Just to show him that you really are a man.

Pedro looks hesitant, but angry. Eco puts his hand on his shoulder.

Eco: If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me, Pedro. For all of us who have been excluded by these hatemongers. It’s like you said, Pedro. There’s no hope, just force. Violence respects violence, hate respects hate. Embrace your own hate, Pedro…and strike a blow for equality.

PA: BOOM!

Suddenly, Danny Taylor is coming down the ramp to a HUGE pop from the crowd. One of the fans is hoisting a “HOPE NEVER DIES” sign. He walks down to the father.

Eco: Stop right there, Danny. Stop right there. (Danny stops.) Because I wanted you to come down. This isn’t a clean-cut case of Eco the Devil. No no no. This man stands for all the men who have hurt men like us. Danny, you and I made it, but so many children don’t. And I understand you don’t want Pedro to raise his hand to his own father. You're more sensitive than I am, and you know that could be traumatic.

So do it for him. Give him the blow he deserves. Do it for Pedro.

Danny Taylor sighs, takes a knee, and begins untying the father. The crowd pops, and Eco paces angrily.

Eco: Really, Danny? This is Danny unleashed without Victor? Apparently, you’re even more of a little bitch than I thought. BITCH! BITCH! BIT-

Danny quietly finishes untying the man…then climbs up on the apron, facing Eco. Eco quickly backs up toward the ropes, cowering.

Eco: Oh, so that turn the other cheek shit doesn’t apply to me, huh? Well, the second present there…it wasn’t his mother.

Chris Evans comes BURSTING out of the present, and pulls Danny Taylor off the apron, smacking his face against the ground! Evans puts the boots to Danny on the floor as the crowd boos. Evans grabs the steel chair that the father was bound to, and folds it up to swing – Danny boots it clean out of his hands! Evans backs up against the barricade, facing an angry Danny. But now Eco has come out of the ring now with the other chair, swing against the back! Danny buckles to his knees, but here come The Murphys! Eco and Evans hightail it up the ramp, elbowing off audience members. Eco turns around to face the ring, where Danny has risen. Danny rolls into the ring and walks over to an emotional Pedro…and hugs him, as the audience cheers.

Eco: NOOO! DAMMIT, NO! Don’t you dare soothe him, you son of a bitch!

Danny gestures to the father, and makes the sign for heart, then blood – family. The father nods, clearly having been crying, and he comes into the ring and opens his arms to hug his son, as we hear him apologize. The son looks at his father…

…and shakes his head, and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp. The crowd boos, and Eco is cackling atop the stairs.

Eco: Oh, toooooo bad. You people thought that a little “lo siento,” clearly done for the cameras, could fix that kind of betrayal of trust? No no no, that relationship is over. You see, Danny, there are wounds that heal, and there are ambutations that bleed to death. He won’t turn the other cheek, just like your two little friends down there (pointing to the Murphys) won’t turn the other cheek for Evans.

Danny looks briefly to the Murphys, but then up to Eco.

Eco: Moosehead Jack told me I couldn’t rile you up, fire you up, get you to betray your own conscience. And maybe I can’t. But Danny, I can do what I did tonight. I can show you how alone you really are. And come this Wednesday . . . when Chris and I face the Murphys . . . we have a little surprise waiting to prove the point further.

But for now, I will leave. I will leave you to stare out into an audience full of people like that man, people who despise your very identity. And Danny . . . no matter how they might politely cheer for you, I want you to look into their hateful eyes, scorning you, scorning me, and I want you to know, in your heart of hearts . . .

. . . That Hope. Is. Dead.

Eco takes his exit as the Murphys cuss them out from the ring. The father hugs Danny, which surprises him. Danny looks angry for a moment, but then calmly removes the father and gestures for him to go follow his son. Danny leans against the ropes and looks out into the arena, looking at the eyes…

FADE

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Eco walks threw the curtains and is met by Tytan**

Tytan: Was that necessary?

Eco: I was helping the kid. I showed him the way.

Tytan: You showed him the way of hate and anger.

Eco: He believed in me.

Tytan: Like I believed in you once.

Eco: You see and look where you are? You still have the anger and hatred but you have learned how to channel it now. You have learned how to control it. I say you were a successful project. In fact you were one of my best projects.

Tytan: I thought I killed you. Who's going to help that kid now. And if you only knew what I had to go through to learn that you may think twice. Who's going to show him the way?

Eco: He'll find someone.

Tytan: Well it's certainly not going to be you.

Eco: You are right. He was just an example to get to Danny. It was all part of the plan.

Tytan: If you put half the energy you use to manipulating people-

Eco: I don't do that I help people.

Tytan: If you put half the energy you do in "helping" people into saving your damn company. This company would have been saved and bigger then the WWE.

Eco: (Thinks about it) You may be right, but that's not my battle anymore. It's Firewoman and her troops. Which you are part of.

Tytan: What you want to take credit for that too.

Eco: I did get the two of you on the same side for the first time.

Tytan: By brainwashing her. Which was never part of the plan to begin with.

Eco: Things change she was strong minded I had to do something. I wanted the Trinity top be a success.

Tytan: It failed. Just like you are going to fail with Danny.

Eco: Don't count your chickens before they hatch. I am far from done.

Tytan: (Growing frustrated.) What the hell is that suppose to mean?

Eco: I don't know sounded better in my head. Hope is Dead!

(Eco walks off. Tytan pissed off takes the shovel and smashes it though a table.)

FADE

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House show still going on. "Disposable Heroes" plays ans Tytan makes his way to the ring.

(He does his pose on the ring posts to a mix of cheers and a few boos. He has the shovel and bloodied towel in his hands. He then takes the mic.)

Tytan: It seems those cheers are starting to grow a little more these days!

(Cheers)

Tytan: There is a guy that is running around here telling us Hope is Dead.

(The crowd boos)

He comes out here and pulls the crap he does for what?

To get to Danny Taylor.

(Crowd starts to chant Danny Taylor)

If hope is truly Dead then why are we fighting?

Why did the Gods give me the message to join the warriors of the OOWF and take on the Evil Kingdom of the WWE?

Simple

because Hope is not dead!

(Crowd cheers)

Royalty

You sons of bitches

Jose Reyes you tried to run a spike into my head. (He looks at the bloodied towel in his hand.)

You tried to eliminate me!

Guess what?

I'm still standing. You failed at what you were suppose to do.

You failed at making me kiss your boots

and making me bow down to you.

So that means you are 0-1 already.

Come Mayhem the streak will continue.

You will be 0-2.

(Crowd cheers.)

As long as there are warriors in the back like Firewoman, Folz, Mai, LD Williams and Stank. Now I know there are others, but

There will always be an OOWF.

And as long as there is blood in our veins

we will continue to fight for the OOWF and for you that pay your hard earned money to come and see us.

I told you Royalty.

You should have killed me when you had the chance

because I am going to work my way through the list

and that is starting with you Jose Reyes and take you down one by one.

Then I am going to take there bloodied carcasses and lay them down at your feet

Alex Darling.

Their blood will be on your hands.

Because if Firewoman doesn't finish you off.

Then I am going to get a piece of you.

Remember I am Tytan.

I am the destroyer of Kingdoms.

And Royalty by the time we are done with you

there will be nothing left but dirt and rubble

just so you can bury the bodies.

("Disposable Heroes" plays again and Tytan drops the mic, poses a few times, grabs his shovel and towel and then leaves.)

FADE

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Firewoman is WALKING~! and shoulder-bumps Tytan as they walk past each other, clearly on purpose.

Tyt: WHAT.

FW: You were late to our little meeting so I will just say it again, for you.

Tyt: Okay....

FW: Hands off Alex. I know you want revenge but you can take it out on Carter or Reyna. It's open season on all the Royals.

Tyt: Except Alex. Your husband.

FW: After all the shit he's pulled, I get first shot. Yes.

Tyt: And Alexis?

Firewoman merely smirks and walks away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Meanwhile, in a seedy dive, Father Lou and Lucky are having a drink.

FL: One job...

L: Enough already. And I'm still on the job, just....not in the way we envisioned.

FL: You better be.

John Ross Ewing comes in, looking like hell. He orders a bourbon and branch, sees the two of them, and sits down.

L: You look like hell.

JRE: Yeah...your former employer.

The two men look at each other.

JRE: Not like that. She's a wildcat when she gets pissed off. Why are the beautiful ones always the craziest.

FL: Ah....

L: Good times.

JRE: A little insight here....you're the only one who can handle her when she's like that, I know, I've done the research.

Lucky and Father Lou exchange a look.

L: Well, not the ONLY one....

JRE: Moose?

Lucky has just taken a drink of his rum, but snorts it out his nose at that. Father Lou chuckles at both Lucky and John Ross.

L: Ow that burns.

FL: No, laddy...Moose always thought he could control her, like Sean did before him. And Rose, in her way. Seems to me Alex did it by not trying to do it. That's me advice to you.

JRE: So you've known the family for a long time then.

L: You could say that.

FL: Sean and I were in...well, we were in business together.

JRE: Before you joined the priesthood?

FL: Not exactly....

JRE: Well, whatever help you guys can give me. I got my hands full with this WWE thing, and I DO have a company back home I'm running, plus my own family--

L: And a wife.

John Ross gives Lucky a smirk; Lucky glares in return.

JRE: Fine. Let's cut to the chase. Lucky, I'm hiring you back as Fire's valet.

L: Does she know about this?

FL: Of course she doesn't...look, don't worry. It's handled.

John Ross looks between the two of them.

JRE: There's something here I'm not following....

L: Let's just say....Alexander Darling wasn't employing me to do anything.

JRE: But...he paid you....

L: Right...well, no, he paid Covenant House. Through me.

JRE: Okay.....I still don't follow you.

L: Even though I've taken a step back in the picture, I'm still looking out for Fire.

JRE: Look, I know she can't or won't pay you, so--

FL: It's family, laddy...

JRE: What? C'mon, you're Latino and she's Irish-Amer.....

A sudden look of realization comes over John Ross's face.

JRE: Family.

L: Family.

JRE: You mean...

FL: Family.

John Ross nods and finishes his drink.

JRE: Thank you, gentlemen...this has been a most enlightening afternoon.

He stands and saunters out of the bar. Father Lou and Lucky shrug and go back to their drinks, waiting for the INC to leave before they speak again.

[ztevans]

We're at a WWE house show, and John Cena and Sheamus are facing Seth Rollins and Alexander Darling in tag team action, because why not, right? In the middle of a quiet spot, where Darling is stomping on John Cena in the corner and the crowd is just anticipating the comeback - there's suddenly a cheer from a corner of the crowd. Mai Muyo is wandering through to the front row and takes a seat up front, snacking on popcorn.

Corporate Kane, who is at ringside, comes over to Mai and tells her to get out. Mai just shows Kane her ticket and gestures that she intends no harm. Alexander Darling is distracted by Mai/Kane - and Cena out of the corner, right hook, left hook, Darling swings, Cena ducks, carry and drop suplex, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, Cena off the ropes, Darling kips up away from the Five-Knuckle Shuffle and NAILS Cena with a swift kick to the jaw!

Crowd: "C-M-PUNK! C-M-PUNK!"

Mai has apparently started a "CM Punk" chant from her front row seat, to The Authority's annoyance. Alexander just shakes his head and tags in Rollins, who is lining Cena up for the curb stomp as Alexander tells Mai to stop being childish.

Mai: Childish? This is childish.

Mai throws the bag of popcorn into the ring at Rollins. Rollins yells at her to cut that out, before turning around and finding that Cena had made a tag - FELLA! Brogue Kick to Rollins, Darling is too late, 1-2-3!

Winners by pinfall….The United States Champion Sheamus, and JOHHHHHN CEEEEEENA!

Kane immediately runs and clobbers Sheamus, trying to put a hurting on him. Darling glares at Mai, but since he doesn't particularly care for his partner or opponents, he just walks back up the ramp. As Kane stomps away on Sheamus, John Cena decides it's time to Overcome Some Odds, spins Kane around, ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT TO KANE! The crowd pops a little bit for this, but pops bigger for…

Mai: Excuse me. Sorry, I hope you don't mind that I grabbed a microphone, but I wanted to share something with you, Mr. Cena.

Mai is by the sound booth with a mic. Cena gestures for her to fire away, because he's John Cena, and he wants to Hear Feedback From The People, so the sound guys opt not to cut the mic, since it's a house show anyway.

Mai: I know that you like Star Wars analogies, Mr. Cena, so I'll share one with you. Remember when Obi-Wan Kenobi was like, Anakin Skywalker, you have become the very thing you have sworn to destroy, and Anakin was like, nah man, Obi-Wan is just jealous of all my sick new power, but Obi-Wan was like, nah man, I've seen this thing, and even if it makes you strong, it's going to poison you?

That's Royalty, John. Look, Alexander Darling was right when he said that the OOWF is full of psychos and sociopaths killing the company from the inside.

Cena: (on mic) Ladies and gentlemen, that's not me saying it, that's what their Intercontinental Champion thinks!

Lots of laughter from the crowd.

Mai: Very funny. But what you have to understand . . . is that Alexander, Christian, Alexis, Jose . . . they're just as much a part of that sickness as anyone else. And if you let them determine what wars your company is going to fight on what terms . . . well, you'll wish that you had destroyed the ring when you got the chance.

Cena: The wrestling ring?

Mai: No, like...the one ring to rule them all.

Sheamus: I think that's a different movie there.

Mai: Well, whatever, all those movies are the same. Also, turn around.

Kane and Seth Rollins are BACK UP~! and now they're brawling with Sheamus and John Cena again. And here comes THE LUNATIC FRINGE~! Dean Ambrose out of the crowd, as Mai yawns and heads up the entryway to buy more popcorn.

FADE

[ztevans]

Fade into the OOWF Studios, where we see Russ seated at a desk

Russ: OOWF Fans, I will be joined momentarily buy one half of the Tag Team of the Decade, a Ten-time World Tag Team Champion & a two-time Onslaught Champion. Ladies and Gentlemen, live via satellite from San Antonio, Texas........ "Cowboy" Chad Madison!

~~~ We go old school split screen and sure enough, Chad Madison appears on screen, wearing a grey Converse Judson Rockets workout shirt & red Rockets cap ~~~

Russ: Chad, I thank you for taking the time to talk to me today. I guess I'll start out with the question that is on the minds of the entire OOWF..... Why did Texpress simply disappear a couple of months ago?

Chad: I wish I had a perfect answer for that one Russ. Zane and I had been floundering for a few weeks, but then we had a 36 hour stretch that we will never forget. We first got the news that Coach Rutledge had died. He was like a father figure to every boy that played football for the Rockets. Zane and I looked up to that man in so many ways. That hurt us both, more than I can say.

Russ: I bet it does. I played some football in Oklahoma, I understand.

Chad: The same night, we got the call that the Head Nurse at Methodist Children's Hospital had been killed in a car accident on her way home from work that night. She was such a compassionate and caring woman, and her involvement in Zane and I's contributions to the Children is irreplaceable.

Russ: Quite a night.

Chad: I wish it had ended there. Zane, Bridgette & I went to sleep that night sad & hurting, and woke up to even worse news. The next day, we were all served with subpoenas to appear in court.

Russ: What on earth for?

Chad: As we discovered, the man we had hired to run the charity for us was being indicted for embezzlement, larceny, money laundering. & fraud.

Russ: That is terrible!

Chad: It really was. So we talked for an hour or so, went out and wrestled our match that night, talked to Corbitt & came back home.

Russ: A tragic set of circumstances. But why not tell the rest of the locker room? Why not tell Miranda, Chad?

Chad: (sighs & hangs his head) Honestly, In hindsight, I made a bad choice. But, we were literally helping to plan 2 funerals, talking to attorneys, dealing with our charitable partners & trying to grieve the loss of loved ones. It was just too much to deal with and think straight. We flew home.... even Bridgette.

Russ: Wow. How did that go?

Chad: (chuckles) Not very well. She had lost her mother in a plane crash & was an emotional wreck the whole flight.

Russ: I am sure I speak for the fans in expressing my sympathies to you, Zane & Bridgette.

Chad: We appreciate that.

Russ: So, I know you had a rough patch there. What have you been up to since?

Chad: Well, the obvious, taking day to day control of our charity & cleaning up the mess that the finances & records were in. Bridgette is spearheading much of that for us, naturally, but both Zane and I are heavily involved. We've been meeting with alot of the folks who were drawn into this investigation unwillingly & trying to smooth things over & re-establish some relationships, some of which are critical to the future of the charity & it having the resources it needs.

Russ: I am sure your friends here would make some contributions.

Chad: Resources doesn't just refer to money. I could bore you with details, but there are a lot of behind-the-scenes things that go on that most people, myself included until recently, don't think about.

Russ: I imagine so

Chad: But it hasn't been all bad news. The Rockets are undefeated, and...... well he's not here to stop me from letting the cat out of the bag..... Zane and Bridgette are officially engaged.

Russ: That is great news!

Chad: I agree. She has been such a good influence on him over the years. So they are also planning a wedding. I don't know the date yet, but Bridgette is insisting it will NOT be a "Wrestling Wedding." No ninja cams, no shenanigans. It will be here in San Antonio, where we both still have family friends.

Russ: Well congratulate them for us.

Chad: I will, I know they plan to invite many of our OOWF family to attend, Russ I'll be sure you are on the list.

Russ: So while on your sabbatical, have you been following what has been going on around here?

Chad: Honestly, no.

Russ: Really?

Chad: I have tried. I really have. I have sat down to watch Mayhem a dozen or so times, and I never even make it through the introductions. I see clips here and there. It is so hard not being there. Watching it ..... just makes that feeling worse. I know Tytan is back. Apparently Power isn't a lesbian anymore, I know Alex joined his sister & Carter & is doing double duty with the WWE & Eric O'Mac is involved somehow. I know Moose and his lapdog have our Championships. Whomever takes them from the Sinners will have a lot of work to do to restore those to their rightful luster.

Russ: Thanks Chad. Do you have a message for the OOWF & its millions of fans?

Chad: I do. Zane, Bridgette & I are humbly appreciative of all the love and support we have been shown over the years. We know this little interview doesn't make up for the sudden disappearance of your favorite tag team. We ask your forgiveness and will do everything in our power to make it up to you in the future.

Russ: So... when will that be? When can we expect to see Texpress again?

Chad: I wish I could tell you for sure Russ. I miss the fans, the OOWF staff & crew, & most of the guys & gals in the locker room. I know Zane does as well, though he'd never actually say so. All I can say is that once things at home are settled, Texpress will be back & better than ever. Zane and Bridgette will be busy for months with the wedding, so I am sure they won't even think seriously about a return until the honeymoon is over. As for me.. who knows? I have been working out regularly with the football team & staying in shape. You never know, The Cowboy might just ride again sooner than you think.

~~~ Chad flashes the 'horns, Familiar Music plays and we fades to black. ~~~

[firewoman]

Oct 12, 2014 22:14:17 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

(OOC: Who was that masked man...)

(The scene is the Tropicana in Havana. The place is jumping, as in walk Power, in a pink and purple dress that looks like it was painted on, and Tuska, looking nervous but sharp in a white jacket and black shirt, tie and pants. Power leads Tuska by the hand toward the dance floor, but Tuska stops. The two lock eyes. Power smiles and yells “Just follow me.” She takes Tuska's tie and they hit the dance floor. Power has obviously danced Salsa before, while Shane takes a little bit to get warmed up. The two clear the dance floor, and for the better part of a half hour tear it up with the crowd enthralled. They leave the floor to cheers as the maitre d' leads them to a much quieter VIP booth. They slide in and Power and Tuska share a long deep kiss before they realize the maitre d', Carlos, is still there. )

Carlos: (In Spanish) Miss Neal, it's been a long time.

Power: Thank you Carlos, but it's Miss Cox now, and please, your English is so good.

Carlos: (in English) Forgive me, I am not used to speaking English anymore. You have changed so much.

Power: A little less hair, a few more muscles...

Carlos: But you look so much happier, particularly with your friend here. I thought you...well...

Power: My days of playing with women is over. I found me one hell of a man here. (Takes Tuska by the arm) He changed my life for the better. (Tuska smiles)

Carlos: Would you like a bottle...or just a pair of Havana Coolers...your favorite as I recall.

Power: Nope, Carlos. Can your bartender make a virgin Mojito?

Carlos: Virgin?

Power: No alcohol. It might be tricky...maybe too hard for your bartenders...

Carlos: Senorita Cox, nothing is too hard for our bartenders. I shall return shortly with two Virgin Mojitos!

(Carlos storms off in a fit of machismo as Power giggles. Tuska looks at her oddly)

Power: Oh, that's Carlos. You can get him to do anything by telling him he can't do it.

Tuska: When did you...

Power: You don't have to talk, honey. I know how much it hurts.

Tuska: I need to get used to it.

Power: Very well, love. Anyway, it was just after college. Clio and I...well, we were traveling across country and ran into a number of people who were coming to Cuba on a religious mission. Well, Clio and I came, not for the mission, but to explore. And we found this place. We were here every night for two weeks. It was fun, but it was no place like the US.

Tuska: That explains that dancing.

Power: You like it? Maybe we should dance more often.

Tuska: I never thought I could...

(Tuska is cut off mid sentence by Power pulling him in for a very deep kiss. There is a tap on the door and they turn to see Carlos proudly bringing in two highball glasses garnished in lime slices and mint leaves along with a small bottle of rum.)

Carlos: Two virgin Mojitos, Miss Neal...er, Miss Cox, as you requested. I also brought a little spice should your drink turn out to be too...bland for you.

Power: (reaching into her cleavage and pulling out a bill) Thank you Carlos, as always you are the best.

Carlos: You are welcome, Miss Cox. Please enjoy your night. It is on the house.

Power: On the house? I don't...

Carlos: You and your gentleman friend here are wrestling Wednesday night, no?

Power: Well, yes, but...

Carlos: Celebrities are always treated well here. Enjoy your night.

Power: (taking Carlos' hand and pulling him in close, then stuffing the bill in his pocket) Then this is for you and your family. I know you can use the money.

Carlos: (uncomfortable) As you wish, Miss Cox.

Power: (softly) Edra, my friend.

Carlos: Edra...thank you.

(Power kisses Carlos on the cheek and he scurries away)

Tuska: Nervous type?

Power: Machismo. He hates taking anything from a woman. (picks up the glass, sniffs it, then raises it in a toast) To our future!

Tuska: (raising his glass) To our future!

(The glasses clink, they both take long drinks of the beverage, and set the glasses back on the table.)

Power: Aaaaahhhhh, that was wonderful. It's better here because it's fresh.

Tuska: Interesting. Tasty. But something...

(Power picks up the rum bottle and pours a little of the clear liquid into her glass, swishes it around, then takes another drink.)

Power: Ah, this is nice. Ellie May would like this. I know she gets tired of that PCPL that Bill and Justin drink.

Tuska: We face them this week.

Power: That we do. They'll give us a good workout but weee....weee...

(Power's eyes roll back and her head hits the table hard. Tuska tries to stand up but can't find his legs. A pair of arms reach out from behind the curtain and slap a rag over his face. Tuska flails away but eventually passes out. The person behind the hands turns out to be Sunny. She reaches into the booth and strategically rips Power's dress before taking out a hypodermic needle and jabbing it into Power's arm. Sunny takes Power's head and slams it once hard into the table, and then does the same to Tuska. Both are bleeding from the nose, and Sunny moves both so they are laying askew in the booth. Satisfied, she walks out of the private booth and finds Carlos, who looks even more nervous. Sunny hands him a wad of money.)

Sunny: Reporters will be here soon. You know what to do. That is, if you don't want anything … unfortunate … to happen to that beautiful family of yours.

Carlos: Si, Senorita Sunny...

Sunny: And forget that name. I wasn't here. You never saw me. Got it?

Carlos: But what about the camera?

Sunny: Camera...fuck!

(Sunny kicks at the ninjacam and the picture turns to snow....)

[firewoman]

Oct 12, 2014 22:49:43 GMT -5 bc said:

"SexTypeThing" by the Stone Temple Pilots begins to blast from the speakers.

Carrie Weiss comes out on the stage wearing the Onslaught Championship belt across her ample chest and dances as Rory Albright comes out, takes a swig of his beer and chucks it into the stands. They get into the ring. Rory grabs a mic as Carrie dances for the camera in the ring, practically giving a camera a lap dance before reaching through the ropes and kissing the camera lens.

RA: So yeah, I've been quiet lately. I've been surfing these beautiful Caribbean waters, and hell, to be honest, I've been a li'l pissed off lately. I'm a pretty laid back guy, but there's only so much disrespect a man can take. I dealt with that steroid poppin' manbitch Tytan. I've held this title for months, even successfully defending it at Hell On Earth, the biggest show the OOWF has.

And what do you do? You give Breakthrough of the Year to f*ckin' Spyder McNulty. Then, Darling's little group doesn't even approach me. Alright. That's the way you wanna play it...

Stank. Big man. The man that buys into his own hype more than anyone else. You're coming for my belt this week. You want what's mine. And it probably don't mean sh*t to you. Just another title reign for you perhaps. You've had so many. Well, Lucas Mann, I know all about you. This ain't gonna be your typical match. You see, I know your problem. Your weakness.

Like many men your size, your ultimate weakness is your heart. You ain't got it in you anymore. You think you can just get into this ring and take what you want, and it'll come easy...

This is MY belt! This is MY RING NOW SON! It's clear that I need to yet again make an example of how I'm the best thing this company's got going for it and I'm gonna make that example out of you!

Rory stomps his foot in the center of the ring.

RA: Here I stand! And here I'll stay! And I'm gonna beat your ass Wednesday. And you will bow down to the Sun King, just like everyone before you! Punk!

Rory tosses the mic and backflips over the top rope to leave the ring.

[firewoman]

Oct 13, 2014 7:58:47 GMT -5 @fasteddiek said:

Before Rory can make his way back up the ramp. Tytan appears on the OOWFtron, or whatever its called these days.


Tytan: You say you took care of me.

(Batista laughs)

That is far from the truth,

once again you continue to spread false truths.

I am far from gone. 

You didn't take care of me, and you will never take care of me.

Your title reign will end sooner then later. 

But sooner or later that title will be mine.

That I can promise you.

Because the Gods have sent me back to the OOWF to be the destroyer of Kingdoms

and yours is just another on the list.

(Fade)

[firewoman]

Oct 13, 2014 8:17:15 GMT -5 @madjack said:

Tommy Wilder is out on the street, showing local kids how to skateboard, and coaching others on their technique. He's also handing out some skateboards, helmets and pads.

TW - You got it little dude! Center your weight, stay loose and feel the board! Awesome! OK, who's up? You got your own board? Cool! Hey, looks like a Hawk style shortboard! Nice! OK, you nollie? Let's see what you go brah!

Sexy Cuban Female Journalist – Mr. Wilder – do you have a moment?

TW – Sure! But call me Tommy, babe. Do I look like a formal dude?

SCFJ – OK, Tommy, did you see the announcement by Chad Madison?

TW – Yeah. I know Texpress were going over some rough waves, but man… that's pretty bad. Glad they are working things out. They're good friends and I miss hangin' with them. Whenever they come back, I'll be first up to welcome them home.

SCFJ – But how would the return of Texpress affect Crash and Burn's as a tag team?

TW – Um… not at all? We would love to get in the ring with them. They are on of, if not THE, best tag teams ever! Can you imagine what that match would be like! Wow.

SCFJ – Not worried about a heated rivalry?

TW - Well, aren't you the little pot stirrer! (Laughs) Nope, I'm not. We've wrestled friends before. Strength in Silence and Banned From Everywhere. Heck, those are more fun 'cause you don't have to sweat someone pulling a chain, jumpin' you from behind and all.

SCFJ – But what about you and Miranda? What do you think Chad thinks about that?

TW – (Rolls his eyes) Seriously? We're tag team partners. That's it. Man… Have you SEEN how dating other wrestlers works out around here? Chad and Miranda were one of the exceptions, and Zane and Bridgette - but nah – only thing with Miranda and I are interested in is the Tag Team Championship. 'Sides, my lifestyle doesn't exactly lend itself to a lot of long term relationships, ya know? Bungee off a bridge, barrel roll a jet ski, and most gals get a little twitchy…

What happens between Chad and 'Randa is between them. Though I would tell Chad there better be a whole lotta flowers involved when he talks to her. Seriously dude. A WHOLE lotta flowers.

Anyway, you got anymore tabloid stuff you wanna try to dig up? Or are we done now?

(SCFJ looks disappointed, but nods.)

TW: Cool. Now I gotta get back to my boys here.

SCFJ – Do you speak Spanish?

TW: Nope – I speak the universal language – Skateboard. OK, you! Ninja cam! Come on brah! Let's roll!

(Tommy grabs the INC, and the picture changes to show the camera flying toward a set of stairs, the leaping up to the rail - )

TW: OK Ninja Cam – 540!!!!

(Ninja cam spins, picks up Tommy Wilder's expression of "whoops!" Just before there is an audible crash and the picture goes out…)

TW: OK, not much in the way of bounce, either… maaaaan….

[firewoman]

Oct 13, 2014 20:39:31 GMT -5 @mooseheadjack said:

<we cut to a disgusting hotel somewhere in Cuba. Moose walks out of the bathroom and flops down hard in a chair. Jack looks like death warmed over. He lights a cigar, then checks a few bottles of Jamesons for some soul-saving liquor. After smashing three bottles against the wall, he finds one bottle with a few shots left in the bottom and quickly downs it. Moose sits back and inhales deeply from the cigar, then notices the INC and shakes his head and laughs>

MHJ: Never a moment's peace, eh? <Jack rummages and finds half a bottle of beer and sits and sips that.> There's a lot going on right now. A lot happening in the OOWF. Stan continues his rampage. LD and Stank are siding with my sister against those WWE jokes. And Chloe and I have the tag titles. A champion again, not bad for a garbage wrestler, huh.

Yet, with all that going on, the only thing anyone wants to ask me is, where do I stand? Whose side am I on?

<Moose drinks deeply from the beer>

I stand beside Chloe. My tag team partner. I am on my side, and that is all that matters.

I think i have made it perfectly clear, I would never, EVER sell my soul to be Vince's puppet. For SOME people, thats all well and good. Whatever it takes to earn a buck, right Lexie? Don't think I have forgot about your early days in Japan. And Carter, like I said before, there was a reason you were never more than a Saints associate. You lack loyalty boy, you can say what you will about the Saints, but I will stand behind each and every one of them until my dying breath. As for you Reyna? You are their pawn. It's really that simple. They were ready to cast you out, then remembered, there is strength in numbers.

Now who does that leave?

Ah yes. My nemesis. The Brat Prince, Little Alex Darling.

<Moose takes a long drag from his cigar and stares at the smoke for a moment>

What is there left to say Alex? I hate you. You hate me. You like to say that I am a washed up has been. A garbage wrestler. A nothing. And yet......I hold gold while you do.......what exactly? Beat some Sports Entertainers on Monday nights? I am not a bit impressed. You are real good at getting your name in the papers little Alex, but while you are beating your chest and trying to get the world to remember who the fuck you are, don't mind me, I will be here defending my title. You do remember what it's like to hold gold, right Little Alex?

The fact is, WWE or not, I don't need an excuse to butcher a Darling. Little Alex has made it perfectly clear that he intends to take over. Well Mr. Darling, you are welcome to try. You can puff out your chest and call yourself Royalty and quite honestly, I don't give a shit. I have learned to ignore you long ago. You want to run off to the WWE and try and help Vince and the rest of the Monday night clowns take over? Be my guest. I have seen what Fire has to oppose you, and trust me, the war is already over.

<Moose drinks from another half empty bottle, then smashes it, but keeps a piece of glass that he runs across the back of his hand, drawing blood>

But if you think you are going to run over the Saints to get what you want? Little Alex, you have another think coming. Blood will flow. Bones will break, and Saints will prevail.

Trust me

<fade>

[firewoman]

Oct 13, 2014 20:44:53 GMT -5 Alexander Darling said:

*Atlanta, Georgia*

The second hour of Raw begins with this music playing:

And out from the back steps Royalty: Alexander Darling, Christian Carter, Jose Reyna, & Alexis Darling along with Eric O'Mac. Fans in WWE are still confused as to how to react to this group as they have the independent cred WWE fans love, but they've aligned themselves a bit with the authority. But then that alignment seems to go beyond WWE as the fans are definitely loyal to "their" company and want WWE to win their war with OOWF. There are pockets of OOWF fans in the building though and they start giving Royalty shit. They ignore that as they make their way down to the ring and all four grab microphone. Alex & Alexis take their perches on parallel corners while Carter & Reyna get their crack first.

-OOC-I'm not sure what they'd say here, so assume lots of trash talking about Folz & Tytan, respectively. -OOC-

Once they're finished, Alexis clears her throat.

Lexie: Man, it is something else to be in a place that is actually up to the standards I'm used. Traveling in that rinky dink glorified backyard promotion really takes a toll on you. But that's going to be all in the past soon enough once they realize their true place as a stepping stone to bigger & better things. But that's not what I want to talk about, I want to talk about the BFF's of Firewoman & Mai Muyo. You two really are adorable. But that's all you are, adorable. Because what you're not is in my league. Maybe in days gone by for you Fire, and maybe if you just got a little bit of your brother's genetics Mai, but in this world...in OUR world, you're not in my league. And you two can act the part of best friends and Fire, you can send all your little soldiers after me and they will all fall. I'm done playing the good little background character in your life Lisa. You've always thought you were better than me and to placate that fragile mind of yours, Alex & I agreed to let you believe that. I don't need to pretend anymore. You've made your choice by standing against us and standing with the likes of Tytan & Stank & even trying to get Eco. It's almost pathetic to watch you beg those who have hurt you the most while those who were always by your side tried to give you a better path; a better future. But once again, like always, you've chosen poorly and there is no more placating you. There is just a shell of the warrior you used to be against the Ice Queen and the most majestic group in wrestling history. And sooner rather than later you'll realize you made the wrong choice yet again. But this time, we won't be there to pick up the pieces. You will then and for ever after be truly alone. And you can always wonder what could have been. Meanwhile, I'll be riding high as the last ever Intercontinental Champion of the OOWF before it becomes the developmental territory of the WWE.

Alex: And speaking of last champions, Stan...your day is coming. Keep that belt shiny for me. The man you called Reek will rise like the Phoenix once again and bring your reign to an end. I am, and always have been your better and nothing that puppet master can teach you will be enough to stop me. He can tell you all his psychotic ways and none of it will deter me. I have a vision and it involves me standing in the center of a wrestling ring; OOWF World Heavyweight Title in one hand, WWE World Heavyweight Title in the other and no one is going to stand in he way of that. Not you Stan or any of the Saints, no one in the OOWF locker room. And no one in the WWE locker room. And before I get to my reason for being out here, there is one specific man in the OOWF locker room I need to mention. The self-proclaimed Sun King. The OOWF Onslaught Champion himself; Rory Albright...first of all, there is nothing little about his group. Not our talent, or our reach. The reason you haven't been approached is because I understand the desire to succeed on your own. And you've done that. You've beaten back the waste of space that is Tytan. You've beaten the legendary LD Williams. And Rory, here's the thing, I know all about you. Lexie & I, we do our research when we plan things out. You've always been in the plan but when the time is right. You want to sit down with us, we'll do that because the truth is you belong here. You're better than the OOWF. Whether or not it becomes formal, you know your place is with the best and you know you can roll with us anytime you're ready.

It's very simple, we were brought to this company to make sure the OOWF knows it's place but we've set our goals a bit higher than that. Seth & Hunter have been great allies, but they have a different vision for the future. They need to recognize their vision is going to fail. The Authority isn't in power anymore. John Cena is no longer the face of the company. Daniel Bryan isn't tough enough to stick around. Roman Reigns isn't ready for the spotlight. And their almighty beast incarnate isn't going to be able to intimidate us. This is Royalty's world. We control the dominions of OOWF & WWE. We are the pinnacle of the wrestling world. Christian Carter & Jose Reyna have won titles all over the world and everyone knows their names. Alexis Darling has always been and will always be the smartest and most devious wrestler & person I know. When you step in the ring against her, she's already devised 10 different ways to end your career. It may not be that night, that week, or anytime soon...but the day will come when she ends you. And I, well I'm Alexander Darling. I'm going to do what everyone's dreamed of when they step foot into a wrestling ring...become the best champion of all time. And there's always a debate about who that is because there are so many different champions. Well I'm going to end that. It's going to start with the OOWF & WWE, and then maybe I'll head back to Philly and put Jay Briscoe in his place. Or maybe I'll head out to Los Angeles and show Kyle O'Reilly what Ambition is all about. Or maybe I'll go to Japan where I know they love me and take all their titles. Because that' what Royalty is going to do. We're going to take over wrestling and we're going to enjoy sitting in our Thrones.

Because we are Royalty, and well, you're just our loyal servants.

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Raw Results:

Alexander Darling defeated Jack Swagger
Christian Carter & Alexis Darling defeated Tyson Kidd & Natalya
Jose Reyna defeated Sin Cara