OOWF MidWeek Mayhem 09-17-08

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Firewoman is walking into whatever arena is home to the OOWF in whatever town in Canada we are in this week. Clearly, she is not just arriving from the hotel, she is arriving from out of town, as she has her two large bags with her, and is wearing her jeans and leather jacket, NJ Devils hat and shades. She, of course, has the Onslaught Championship belt over her shoulder. She is accosted immediately by a micstand.

SFJ34: Firewoman! You survived the party!!

FW: Party? What party?

SFJ34: In the DEA Suites? Weren’t you there? I wouldn’t think you’d miss a party.

FW: I was off having my own party. It was a good one, eh?

SFJ34: I’m sure you’ll see all about on OOWF-TV. Where were you?

FW: I’m in my boyfriend’s home country. The one who just won the WWE Heavyweight Championship, and I won the Onslaught Championship, so we had some celebrating to do.

SFJ34: And how did you do that?

FW: I really think we need to keep our PG-13 rating, here, don’t you?

The micstand appears confused by this, and the two stare at each other for a bit, before the micstand decides she should probably just continue with the interview.

SFJ34: Firewoman, your match with Attitude Adjuster last week…. And the fall-out from that. You and Dead had words before you left for your…celebration. Care to comment?

FW: [laughing] That just shows you right there why Dead and I were not a partnership to last. He doesn’t get me, and never did. He tells me I’m just like Attitude Adjuster? Well, NO SHIT. This is news to him? How is this news to anyone? There are two things that have always been true. And I’ll use third person, so Dead can understand it. First, Firewoman always does what is best for Firewoman, and will do whatever it takes….whatever it takes to win and to advance in this business. You’d think he’d remember that by now.

SFJ34: And the second thing.

FW: Second, and this is a little lesson that Attitude Adjuster learned just recently, Firewoman has a very long memory.

SFJ34: Speaking of which, I found this picture at another arena earlier in the tour. [She holds up the picture of Firewoman and Tyson Kincaid, celebrating a win in some ring, somewhere.] It appears that this may have something to do with the vague comments Tyson Kincaid has been making. Would you care to shed any light on this.

Firewoman grabs the picture and stares at it for a while. It’s hard to tell if she is angry or it is something else.

FW: Tyson and I were a tag team for a little while at Storm Wrestling Academy, after I left Japan. We won a match. That’s really all there is. Mind if I keep this?

She puts it in her pocket before the micstand can say no.

SFJ34: So….about Japan.

FW: Don’t push your luck, cupcake. Anything else?

SFJ34: Well….yes. They want me to ask but….

FW: Come on, spit it out. You know how to do that, right?

SFJ34: Um…well….Poe said…..

FW: I saw what he said.

SFJ34: …..

FW: ……

Firewoman grabs the mic from the micstand, and looks directly into the Ninjacam

FW: Enough with your theatrics. You wouldn’t stoop so low? Please. You forget, I know you. Better than anyone here thinks. You don’t intimidate me. You don’t scare me. Walk away.

At that, Firewoman drops the mic which response with an audible thud and some feedback. SFJ34 stands there for a moment, shocked that Firewoman actually gave a comment about Poe. The camera switches to the next scene.

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Three Days ago
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<Alexis and Ax-Man are inside the garage of a stranger's house, in Middletown, RI. They have been looking through boxes of file records for the last hour.>

Ax-Man - I can tell this guy was a doctor from all of the sloppy handwriting.

Alexis - ...

Ax-Man - You've been mighty quiet since we got to Rhode Island.

Alexis - I've been trying to reach my brother. He isn't picking up his phone.

Ax-Man - He's probably busy.

Alexis - He can make time for me.

Ax-Man - Well did you leave a message?

Alexis - No.

Ax-Man - Leave him a message th- what?

Alexis - Hmmmmm.

Ax-Man - Tell me you found something.

Alexis - Maybe. A file folder with one sheet of paper in it. It looks like a page from a visitor's log. Recognize any of the names?

<Ax-Man scans over the page, then points his finger at one name.>

Ax-Man - ... there's our man. I can't believe he signed his real name.

Alexis - Maybe what he did was spur of the moment. This won't be enough to take him down though.

Ax-Man - There's one more box we haven't looked through over there.

<Ax moves toward the box when suddenly the garage door opens and a woman is standing there.>

W - Who are you?

Ax-Man - Uh... ...

Alexis - We're staff from Butler Hospital here to pick up some of your dad's stuff Miss Crowder.

MC - Did... did I see you two at my dad's funeral?

Ax-Man - Uh...

Alexis - Yes ma'am. We... thought Dr. Crowder had lived here alone.

MC - He did... I need to see some identification please. You can't just come in here and...

Ax-Man - Ah fuck it. I got the box. Let's go babe.

Alexis - I told you not to call me that.

MC - Wait! Who are you people for real. I'm calling the police.

Alexis - Time to go!

<Ax and Alexis bolt for their rental as Miss Crowder calls the authorities. 3 miles down the road Alexis pulls out a micro tape from the box they stole. She then pulls out another file with a official record of... death.>

Alexis - THIS IS IT! HOLY SHIT We've got SOLID PROOF!

Ax - Hallelujah

<Alexis pulls out her cellphone and takes photographs of everything. She then emails them to an unknown account. She looks at the tape.>

Alexis - I wonder what's on it?

Ax-Man - What do YOU think?

<Alexis Darling simply grins.>

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Yesterday
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DV - What do you mean?

NA - I mean he's changed his mind. He doesn't want this anywhere near his residence.

DV - So where does he want them?

NA - He said sit tight and wait for his instructions.

DV - Oh that's just fucking PERFECT!

<Viper looks over at Alexis Darling and Ax-Man, gagged and tied to chairs in an empty room. Niles strolls over and closes the door to the room as the camera fades>

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[The Dead is training with Blitz.]

Dead: Look, get your fucking head on straight and get this right.

Blitz: Dude, what's up? Why can't we give this a rest and go play a little Xbox?

Dead: Clearly you don't give a shit, and that's fine. But when that attitude fucks up my place on the card, then we have a problem.

Blitz: I just want to...

Dead: In a couple of weeks, when we've gone our separate ways and I'm holding the Onslaught Title, you can do whatever the hell it is you do. Until then, sack up.

Blitz: ...But...

Dead: No more fucking excuses. Get this right or I'll stop pulling punches and start giving you some real training.

[The Dead and Blitz finish training and head back to their separate locker rooms. On the way, The Dead is stopped by a nondescript female journalist.]

NFJ: So Dead, any reaction to Firewoman's comments about you? Or your upcoming match this week?

Dead: The match this week is going to be another example of my dominance in that ring. Now, as for Fire...

[The NFJ leans in with her microphone to make sure she gets every word.]

Dead: Fire proves once again that she's pretty fucking dense. She's so wrapped up in her own little world that she's blind to everything else. I guess she must have taken up residence under a fucking rock lately, miss "let me say this in third person". Fire, where the hell have you been? I mean, I know that when you haven't been spending time behind closed doors with Jericho that you've been spending time behind closed doors with Rick, but even a fucking child knows how to listen. Fire, when the time comes, I will beat your ass for that belt. I will make sure that your little hissy-fits and temper-tantrums come to an end. I will close the casket on your pathetic title reign.

NFJ: So there you have it...

Dead: I'm not finished. There is one more thing I'd like to make clear, because it's pretty obvious that Fire has some kind of attention problem. Fire, yes, you and Alan are similar in many ways. But there is one pretty big difference. Alan knows what he is and makes no excuses for it. You, on the other hand, are a fucking coward. You make excuses left and right. You don't deserve that title, and when I want to take it from you, I will.

[The Dead walks away with a sly grin on his face.]

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*SFJ 47 approaches OBJ in the Destroyitarium.*

SFJ: Outback Jack, your matches with Eric have been pretty intense. Any predictions for this week's Mayhem?

OBJ (drinks beer, belches): Australian for I'm sure we'll have a nice scientific match, with 5 stars for technical skill.

SFJ: Really?

OBJ: No I was being sarcastic.

SFJ: Oh, I always have trouble figuring that out.

OBJ: Eric has been an angry man lately. I'm not saying I know everything that's going on with him, and I sure as hell don't understand everything that's going on in the OOWF, but I do understand anger and violence. You might say there's a part of me that really can relate to that. *Puts the beer down, gets the deranged Jack of the Hinterlands expression on his face and flashes the Empty Team sign. After a several seconds his expression goes back to normal and he then laughs.*

SFJ: What's so funny?

OBJ: You wouldn't understand.

SFJ: Yeah, but I'm used to that.

OBJ: Well, it usually takes a lot of aggravation to get someone as fired up as Eric has been lately, and Eric seems pretty stressed out. Jack of the Hinterlands is like that pretty much all the time, and he enjoys it.

SFJ: You're right, I don't get it.

OBJ: Why am I not surprised?

SFJ: Um, can you make that a multiple choice question?

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<Moose is sitting in the back when Stank finds him>

Sta: Moose

MHJ: Stank

Sta: You have been pretty quiet lately. Why?

MHJ: What do you care?

Sta: Well, you demand a match between me and Crete with YOU as the referee, then you disappear for days on end. Its a little weird.

MHJ: Yeah, Crete upped the bounty money, so while we were here in Canada, I decided to take a little road trip over to Vermont and New Hampshire, its not quite leaf season but man is it pretty.

Sta: Oh hell yeah it is beautiful up there, very peaceful. Me and Five went up there one time, found a little bed and breakfast in Falls River, I tell ya, it was breathtaking, covered bridges and all that. And we found a little church out in the middle of nowhere. Man it was......WAIT! WAIT A DAMN MINUTE you are NOT going to get me side tracked on another one of those rambling asides. Now, Crete did WHAT?

MHJ: Calm down man, I am just messing with you. Crete has tried to up the bounty, but I told you, I am not doing his dirty work.

Sta: Moose, I am starting to think Crete has nothing to do with this.

MHJ: Oh?

Sta: Look, if Crete is anything, he is ballsy, if he had a problem with me, he would say it to my face.

MHJ: Yeah, he would do that. And he could come across as an ass and lose all the fan support that he so desperately needs.

Sta: Still, Moose, come on, he is not going to go to you

MHJ: Suit yourself. If you don't believe it, then you have nothing to worry about in this match, right?

Sta: I guess I don't.

<Moose turns and walks out of the room, as he turns the corner, a masked figure charges at him with a baseball bat. The Invisible Ninja Cameraman is in Moose's locker room so we see the action through the door. Stank catches the bat, twists it out of the masked man's hand and tosses it aside and grabs the masked man by the head>

Sta: Now we find out just WHO the FUCK is behind all this.

<Stank begins to pull the mask when WHAM! he gets blasted by a baseball bat from behind. Stank falls to the floor, on his hands and knees, dazed. We see a Heroes Guild cape draped across Stank. The Invisible Ninja Cameraman rushes to the door, but by the time he looks down the hall way, both masked assailants are gone. Stank gets back to his feet, grabs the cape and slams it to the floor and grabs the back of his head and glares at Moose>

MHJ: That looked like it hurt

Sta: Fuck you

MHJ: You satisfied that its not me now?

<Stank doesn't say a word, instead he just walks away>

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(Tytan and Poe are SITTING! in the locker room Selena is busy deep into burning her newest doll while Paramore blasts off her Ipod.)

Lola enters:

Lola: Tytan. Poe. It seems like a lot of words are being thrown around as we head closer to Mayhem care to add to them?

Poe: It's simple Lucios and Phantos watch are match. You will learn how a true Tag-Team operates.

Tytan: You keep on calling yourselves the division killers, well with us here now it looks like this division is a long way from being Dead! So continue to run your mouths and do your climb up the ladder, (Everyone looks for a second and makes sure Ladder doesn't appear.) because in the end it's going to hurt that much more when your asses hit the mat.

Selena: (Claps and cheers) He said asses again!

Poe: Settle down my sweet, Tytan is just a little bit angry. He' s working on that temper of his.

(Just then Tytan stumbles for a second and leans over holding his head.)

Selena: What's happening to him...

Poe: Tytan, what is it?

Tytan: My head it's killing me, the pain is getting worse. We need to call Diana....(Hands him his cell phone.) Help! (Tytan then collapses on the ground.)

Poe: (Shaking Tytan) Tytan...Tytan? This interview is over....

(He then pushes out the camera man)

BLACK

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*THE FOLLOWING IS A MESSAGE FROM OOWF CORPORATE*

(Hardbody Harris is standing with Ralph Nader and Libertarian candidate for President Bob Barr in front of a voter registration table.)

HH: Hello, OOWF fans! Although I haven't been around in some time, I just wanted to share some of the hard work we here in the OOWF are doing to send the message of democracy around the land.

RN: As you know, this election is too important for you to stay on the sidelines. Make sure you register to vote in time for November!

BB: The important thing is making your voice heard. Make plans now to head to the polls in less than two months!

(Hardbody Harris stares at them)

HH: Oh, Fuck this!

(HH gives a TO BE EDITED IN LATER to Nader and then delivers a Fameasser to Barr, through the registration table. HH grabs some forms and rips them up.)

HH: Look. If you're going to throw your vote away, don't bother. Stay home. Eat a salami and honey mustard sandwich. Fornicate with best friend's wife while he's at the local middle school stuffing the ballot box, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. Either vote for someone that matters, or don't vote at all.

*Graphic-- OOWF: HEARTPUNCH WITH A NAIL IN YOUR FIST YOUR VOTE!*

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*Fade into the Hallway of Somewhat Less Than Random Encounters (a small offshoot of the Hallway of Random Encounters), where we see Fezzik carrying a rather large rock as he approaches Attitude Adjuster. What Attitude Adjuster is doing down the Hallway of Somewhat Less Than Random Encounters is really anyone’s guess, given that it’s pretty dark and narrow and secluded down there, and it looks like the perfect place for someone to attempt to take his OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship…

Fezzik: Hey, AA. We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.
AA: You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Fezzik (brandishing rock): I could kill you now.
AA: I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.
Fezzik: It’s not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise.
AA: I suppose you have a point. Alright. Let’s give this a shot…

*The two men circle each other in the close quarters of the Hallway of Somewhat Less Than Random Encounters. Attitude Adjuster makes the occasional attack on Fezzik, but the giant doesn’t feel a thing and merely pushes Attitude Adjuster to the ground each time…

AA: Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?
Fezzik: I just want you to feel you’re doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.
AA: Well quit it. I’d rather just get this over with if it’s all the same to you.
Fezzik: Whatever you say.

*With that, Fezzik bops Attitude Adjuster on the head with the Memory Jog, sending the smaller man to the floor. Fezzik slowly covers Attitude Adjuster, clearly trying to give him time to recover from the head shot. However, a referee appears as if from nowhere, makes the three count, and announces Fezzik as the new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion.

*Fezzik makes his way back to the palatial IHOP lockerroom, where he enters to see Skurge, SYB, The Amnesiac, and the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth going over the thrilling details of their harrowing escape from Niagara Falls…

DM: …who would’ve thought that Mounties don’t wear underwe–oh, Fezzik. Where have you been?
Fezzik: Hello lady. I was out for a walk, trying to get the thought of Mounties out of my head. I ran across Attitude Adjuster and took his title.
DM:…
Skurge:…
Amn:…
SYB: Wait a minute. Are you telling us you’re the new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion?
Fezzik: I guess I am.
SYB: Come over here a minute, would you?

*SYB and Fezzik go over to a dark and seedy-looking corner of the palatial IHOP lockerroom…

SYB: Fezzik, how much do you know about money?
Fezzik: Very little, I’m afraid. My math skills are surprisingly poor.
SYB: Oh that’s okay. It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of. I was just wondering if you had any idea how much that title you’re holding is worth?
Fezzik: About $100?
SYB: Uh…a hundred…I was actually thinking more like $50.
Fezzik: That’s pretty much the same though, right?
SYB: It suuure is. I’ve got a crisp Canadian $50 bill here that I’ll trade you for that belt.
Fezzik: Ooooh! It’s pink!
SYB: Yeah, I haven’t been able to figure out this Canadian money yet. It’s like a rainbow of worthlessness.
Fezzik: I’d like to take you up on your offer.
SYB: You’re sure? It’s a non-refundable offer.
Fezzik: I’m sure. Give me the pretty money now, please.
SYB: Okay. Here you go. And my belt?
Fezzik: Oh yeah, here you go.
SYB (emerging from the corner): Ladies and gentlemen, your new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion…SYB!
Skurge: Hey dipshit.
SYB: Yes?…I mean, I hope you’re not talking to the new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion in that tone.
Skurge: You’re not the new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, eh?
SYB: Yes I am. I just bought it from Fezzik fair and square.
Skurge: *sigh* Have you no sense of history, man?
SYB: Not really, no.
Skurge: Here’s the deal. What you just did with Fezzik there is highly illegal in the wrestling world. The precedent was set in the case of Tunney v. DiBiase. That title is vacant, my friend.
SYB: What. The. Fuck. That’s not possible. I bought it. It’s mine.
Skurge: Fraid not, jooboy. Any minute now management’s going to come in here and declare the title vacant.
SYB: But I want to be the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion.
Skurge: Then you’ll have to enter the tournament.
SYB: What tournament?
Skurge: *sigh* Really? WrestleMania IV doesn’t ring a bell?
SYB: There was a WrestleMania IV!?
Skurge: There suuure was, eh? Big tournament to decide who was going to carry the vacant title.
SYB: Huh. Who knew?
Skurge: Everyone. Everyone knew.
SYB: Yeah, well, they’re not taking my title from me. They don’t have the balls.
Skurge: You’re saying GM TheRick doesn’t have the balls to strip you of the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, declare it vacant, and set up a tournament to determine who deserves to carry it?
SYB: I am indeed saying that.
Skurge: And you’re saying L.J. Bennett doesn’t have the balls to strip you of the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, declare it vacant, and set up a tournament to determine who deserves to carry it?
SYB: Wow. Bennett. Um…He’s, like, the boss and stuff. Uh…Fuck it. He doesn’t have the balls either.
Skurge: Well then, it seems the challenge has been issued.
SYB: What? What challenge?
Skurge (to camera): Mr. Bennett, GM TheRick, you heard what my partner had to say. Now it’s up to you to decide whether you want to see 20+ years of wrestling precedent thrown out the window, or whether you want to stand up and show this crazy jooish person that you do, indeed, have the balls to strip him of the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, declare it vacant, and set up a tournament to determine who deserves to carry it.
DM (whispering to Skurge): Um, what are you doing?
Skurge: Don’t worry, I’m just fucking with Solly. There’s no way in hell Bennett or Rick has the balls to vacate the title…

*FADE*

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Firewoman walks into the Run DEA Suites by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Most of it has been cleaned up from the party, but you can still tell there was a party there. Phantos is watching OOWF-TV.

Phantos: Wow, you really got under Dead’s collar.

FW: Ancient history. I’ve moved on. He’s just jealous I’m consistently in the title picture, and he’s working dark matches with jobbers week after week. Damn, when are you guys going to clean this place up?

Phantos: Huh? It’s clean. Sort of.

FW: Sounds like it was some party.

P: It was. Where did you go?

FW: Three guesses. So the Aquafina was flowing freely, eh? You party animals….

P: Yeah, but there was other stuff.

FW: Not that you had.

P: Maybe I did!

FW: Did you take some of my Unnamed Caffeine Free Cola? You wild man, you.

P: No, I wouldn’t take your cola.

FW: You know…one of these days, Phantie, we should really get to know each other.

Firewoman walks slowly closer to Phantos.

P: Sure… uh….why?

Firewoman leans up to whisper into Phantos’ ear

FW: Because there’s a lot I don’t know about you, Phantos.

Firewoman steps back, smiling playfully.

P: Uh….

FW: Oh, relax, I’m just having fun. But there is something serious I want to talk to you and Luscious—

P: Lucios

FW: --about. Your match this week.

P: Oh yeah. Tytan and Poe. Gods and Monsters. You saw our promo, they’ll be no prob—

FW: Stop. Right there. Tytan is a rookie, and for all his genetic engineering, or whatever the hell it is, he’s still green. Plus, I don’t know if you saw, but he’s got a migraine or something. But that’s not who I was talking about.

P: Oh…The other guy. Poe. You don’t talk much about him.

FW: No, and I’m not going to now. Except to tell you to not underestimate him. He doesn’t hold back. Ever. These will speak for themselves.

Firewoman hands him some old VCR tapes.

P: What are these?

FW: These are matches Poe was in. But not the ones that are usually produced and sold. These are… well, these are ones that might not match with the image of being in control he tries to portray. You and Lucios—

P: Luscious….wait…

FW: You need to watch them. Believe me.

P: Wow…you’re serious.

FW: Look… with everything that’s been going on this week… and your kind offer… Well, you and Lucios have been good to me, and I don’t want you to go into this unprepared. Be careful.

Firewoman leaves. Phantos looks at the stack of tapes and then dials on his Sprint PCS

P: Lucios!! Meet me in the Sony Multimedia Center. No, I think it’s important.

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**L.D. Williams and Moosehead Jack are sitting in a locker room.**

LD: “-”

MHJ: “-”

LD: “This is ridiculous.”

MHJ: “-”

LD: “You’ve got a…whatever the hell that match is where you’re gonna kill ‘Crete. I’ve got what could be the biggest feud of my title reign, and now our exalted Tag Team Champions are spitting on kz’s legacy.”

MHJ: “And?”

LD: “And thanks to this brilliant cease fire, we’re sitting here staring at the walls and trying to find more creative ways of saying ‘I’m going to kick your ass.’ I mean normally I’d be all over Moreland for getting so drunk he wakes up in another country instead of focusing on our match, but at this point I think he might be the smart one. Hell, at this point, the idiot with a deathwish who keeps attacking Stank is going to stay sane longer than me!”

MHJ: “Feel better?”

LD: “Not much.”

MHJ: “Need a drink?”

LD: “Several.”

**Both men get up and head for the door.**

LD: “Maybe I can talk Outback Jack into a rematch.”

MHJ: “…I had no idea Tiddlywinks could be a contact sport.”

LD: “Well it was justified. I was cheating…”

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<Moose and LD start to leave the locker room when Moose stops LD>

MHJ: You know what? Let's end it

LDW: End what?

MHJ: The cease fire.

LDW: Well sure that would be great. You present your case to Rick, I'll talk to Bennett and then.....

MHJ: No, fuck that. Lets go kick the shit out of Phantos and Lucios

LDW: Wouldn't that be an automatic suspension?

MHJ: I am in the most violent match in OOWF history with a man who has been my mortal enemy for four years, and you are the world champion. It's eleven days until the pay per view. You really think they are going to suspend us?

<LD gets a wicked grin on his face>

LDW: Let's go

<Moose and LD storm out of the locker room and head down the halls, as they round a corner, they see Phantos and Lucios heading out of the locker room each with an arm full of video tapes. Moose and LD hit them at full speed, sending the tag team champions and the video tapes scattering everywhere. The champions quickly regroup and get to their feet, and the brawl heads down the hallway. A man wearing a reporters hat and coat rushes to a table and taps out a message in morse code, presumable to his editor. A few seconds later, the screen goes blank and a newspaper spins into view with the headline...........>

THE CEASE FIRE IS OVER!!!
Team Rick and Team Bennett Promise Bloody Retribution!

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Sexy Female Journalist 33: D.H. Magnusson, this week you face Alexander Darling and Chris Cole for the Intercontinental Title. How do you plan on -

Spin Hansen, Stank, and Outback Jack walk onscreen

Stank: Ceasefire is over. You want to go make a little noise?

D.H. Magnusson: You know it. Later, Shannon. Tell The Curtain Jerker and Moneybags I'm comin'.

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(Tytan and Poe are watching the start of the altercations over the OOWF-TV monitor.)

Poe: The time has come my friend for blood to once again run through these halls.

Tytan: It did take the cleaning crew a long time to clean up the carnage. So which side do you want to go after this time. I am partial to Phantos and Lucios myself.

Poe: Yes, but LD and Moose went after them first.

Tytan: So why don't we just head out there and beat whatever comes are way.

Poe: Why not, a little bloodshed is good for the soul. (Looks to Selena) Whatever you do stay inside.

(Selena pouts.)

Selena: I never get to have any fun! Master, remember the toys in the closet.

Poe: (Smiling) She is such a wonderful girl.

(Poe heads over to the closet and opens it up and pulls out two barbed wired baseball bats and hands one to Tytan. Tytan grins.)

Poe: Well let's go play.

(The two leave and run down the hall, as Selena looks out and sees that the fighting has begun again!)

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*Moose and LD Williams are brandishing weapons when they walk past Eric O'Mac.*

Eric: Whoa, where the fuck are you guys going?

Moose: Breaking ceasefire.

Eric: Without me?

LD Williams: I guess not.

*Eric grabs a sledgehammer and joins LD and Moose.*

Eric: You think we'll run into Outback Jack?

*Fade out*

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Sept 16, 2008 21:34:47 GMT -5 @mooseheadjack said:

THE CEASE FIRE IS OVER!!!
Team Rick and Team Bennett Promise Bloody Retribution!

AA puts down the paper.

AA: You know, those guys may not be so bad after all. (AA picks up his cell phone and dials.) Hey, Johnny, you won't believe who's on our side now against those two neck-breaking geeks...

[mooseheadjack]

<LJ Bennett is in his hotel suite, preparing to leave for his residence in Newport, RI when he receives a phone call.>

LJB - I told you guys to sit tight. I want to questio-... .... WHAT!?... WHAT DO YOU MEAN ESCAPED??! HOW??! .... I DON'T... I don't care WHAT it takes GET THEM BACK!!... FINE whatever JUST GET... Niles, I don't pay you to... ... Ok fine... ... ... I DON'T CARE!... .... I don't care how many there were... What is that noise?... ... PIGS??.... Where are you?... AT MY HOUSE??... ... WHY are there PIGS at my HOUSE??... ... You know what I don't care about that right now... ... EVERYTHING IS ON THE LINE! ... ... NO! There's no point until you've recovered them... HE DID WHAT?... ... Put VIPER on the PHONE! ... ... ... ...

<There's a knock on Bennett's door. A voice from behind the door is heard.>

LJB - NOT NOW!

Afvbtd - Sir, the chopper is waiting at the air-

LJB - I SAID NOT NOW!

<The voice starts to leave, but Bennett rushes to the door and opens it to stop him.>

LJB - YOU! The trip is canceled. I'm not going anywhere. Get me a- HELLO VIPER!... I TOLD you to ...

<Bennett motions furiously for his attendant to get moving. The man complies.>

LJB - I told you I was to be to the one to question t-... ... Never mind! What did they find?... ... ... What did they say?... ... ... So you got nothing?... ... I SWEAR TO GOD, if this comes back to bite ME on the ass, I'm going to find Rick's old, RED HOT POKER and...!... ... WHAT? .... What does your not being a homosexual have to do with anything?... ... JUST FIND THEM AND GET THEM BACK!

<Bennett ANGRILY ends the call, then furiously punches the number to someone else.>

LJB - It's ALL unraveling!... ... NO!... NO!... I want you to get this through your THICK skull.... IF I GO DOWN, YOU GO DOWN!... YES I am INDEED threatening YOU!

<Bennett ends the call as the scene cuts to Concrete Takaken Gryfon pulling his cellphone down from his ear and ending his call. Stank is standing in Crete's locker room doorway... and he doesn't look happy.>

Stank - You're trying to reform The Heroes Guild.

<Crete turns around in his seat to face his opponent at Mayhem>

CTG - The Heroes Guild Unlimited, actually.

Stank - That's why you insisted on Blackdragon going with Lexie on her investigation. You're trying to make sure your Guild comes back with a big splash by taking out your enemies. You send Blackdragon with Lexie to disrupt things, undermining the investigation... and since sending her was my idea undermining ME. And you have two more of your Guild wannabes attack me to soften ME up for OUR match, figuring if you take me out at Mayhem it will leave you free and clear to take down Moose. Who you got under those masks there, Crete, huh? Nayr? Firechild?

<Concrete ignores the question.>

CTG - Moose is a cancer that must be excised from this federation... you howev-

Stank - I don't give a DAMN about what you got going on with Moose! You got your hands full with ME!

CTG - YOU however... YOU have got it all wrong concerning you and me. I do not deny that I have been looking to reform the Heroes Guild. They are needed now more than ever. But that has been in the works since before the war. I sent Blackdragon along with Alexis Darling because we genuinely want to help take down LJ Bennett and Blackdragon is free to help Alexis Darling in whatever capacity needed. Also his travels with her and your associate Ax-Man afforded him the opportunity to recruit others to the Guild, Unlimited. We're trying to do what's right for all of us!

Stank - REMEMBER the LAST time you tried to do what you thought was RIGHT for all of us?

CTG - *sigh* How many times must I pay for Glaw's sins.

Stank - You REALLY accept no culpability in what went down.

CTG - ...

Stank - I took down your last Guild. I'll take down this one too, if necessary.

CTG - We are not enemies Stank. Despite how it looks, you and I are on the same side. Don't you see? THIS is exactly what Bennett wants... what MOOSEHEAD JACK wants. Us at each other's throats. Dividing and conquering their way to victory over our forces... over our esteemed GM's forces.

<Stank walks in closer to Crete. The Hero rises from his seat looking up at the big man.>

CTG - I will not be intimidated by you Stank. Not when the stakes are this high. If I must defeat you in order to accomplish what is needed... I will not hesitate. I would rather we worked together. I would love nothing more than to have you join my Guild. You have proven yourself a worthy ally in this war and I know in your heart you can not possibly believe that I would try and undermine your efforts over some perceived personal vendetta you imagine I have against you. And that is exactly what it is... imaginary. I hold no ill will toward you... but your stubbornness and myopic view stands in the way of justice that needs to be dealt out on our TRUE enemy...

Stank - You think Moosehead Jack is our true enemy.

CTG - I do.

Stank - Moose is... what he is. And if you seriously believe that taking him down, in some elaborate match you've concocted, will have the impact on this war you think it will... then it is you who suffers from Myopia... not I. Look, Crete, only time will tell if I'm indeed wrong about you in regards to what's been going on with me. I hope for YOUR sake that I am. I truly do. But what you need to understand is that when we get in that ring... we're not friends. We're not allies... we're opponents and I got months worth of pent up frustration that I fully intend to take out... on you.

CTG - ...

Stank - ...

CTG - Do what you feel is necessary. Maybe after Mayhem you'll start to see things my way.

<Stank just glares down at Crete, turns, and walks out.>

<Fade>

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! into the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels with Samantha Darling after their flight. They're whispering, presumably to sneak in and not run into Alexander Darling; but as they come in, they see Phantos and Lucios laid out and bloody. They IMMEDIATELY run over to check on them.*

DM: WHO DID THIS??!? WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?!!?!?

P: Mmm....moose....

L: L....D....

SD: BOTH of them?

P: Hellooooo nurse...

DM: Fuck. Sammy, call 9-1-1.

SD: Sammy?

DM: JUST FUCKING DO IT, DARLING?!??! FIRE?!??! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!

*Firewoman comes out of her room rubbing her eyes*

FW: What the F....*Davin points to P&L*...You have a bat?

DM: A bunch in my closet.

*Davin goes over to Alexander's Suite Door and starts ASSAULTING it. A half dressed Alexander finally answers, and we see LG in the background covered up with a sheet*

AD: MORELAND?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU...*Davin points to Phantos and Lucios*...Where's the sledgehammer?

DM: In there somewhere. ANYONE SEEN MY REBAR???

SD: 2nd drawer from the bottom under your jeans next to the picture of you and Cena.

*Davin stares*

SD: What?

*Davin scrambles and finds his TRUSTY REBAR, and meets the other two out in the foyer*

DM: Sam?

SD: Ambulance will be here in 5 minutes.

DM: Ready?

*Alexander and Firewoman simply nod. Carl comes charging in*

CFF: Just heard.

DM: Bats in my closet.

*Carl grabs a bat quickly and joins the other three outside the door.*

DM: Moose. LD. Go.



*The 4 go down the hallway without any emotion whatsoever. The Dead comes up and says something indecipherable, but Firewoman just DESTROYS him with her bat and they just continue walking. SYB appears in the hallway, but sees the 4 and just retreats back to where he came from. The DEA Contingent finally ends up walking by Ric's Sandwich Shop, where the stop walking, but don't turn to look at Ric*

DM: Moose. LD.

RF: WHOOOOOOOO!! DAVIN BAH GAWD MORELAND!

DM: Ric. Where the fuck are they?

RF: To BE the man, you gotta BEAT the...

DM: NOW, Ric.

RF: ABUSE OF POWER...YOU!...

*With that non-response, Davin starts beating Flair senseless. Ric blades. All 4 just start beating him mercilessly until Davin holds up his hand*

DM: Where, Ric?

RF: R...rooom....Lightbu....

DM: Go.

*The 4 continue to Moosehead Jack's locker room. Without stopping, Davin simply kicks the door down; and they catch Moosehead Jack and LD Williams by surprise. Luckily for them, they've both got logging chains nearby. It is an all-out war; all 6 people absolutely destroying each other, and blood is flying everywhere. Finally, kz succumbs to the numbers, and Carl, Fire and Alexander all continue beating the ever-living bejeezus out of Moose. Davin has beaten LD barely conscious, and leans down so LD can hear what he's saying*

DM: You picked the wrong people to fuck with LD. You should know by now, you fuck with one DEA, you fuck with ALL of DEA. And this is just the beginning. Hopefully you make it to Mayhem tomorrow, so I can do this all over again. You had my respect; but now; I just want to beat *smashes rebar over his head* you *again* down.

*As LD loses consciousness, Davin holds his hand up and the other three stop their assault. They all step back and admire their handiwork. *

DM: It's back on. Be ready DEA.

*The four leave silently*

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

(Poe and Tytan finally make there way to Moose's Locker room and see Moose and LD slowly getting up tending to their wounds.)

Poe: Damn we were too late!

Tytan: (Helping Moose up.) Was it DEA?

LD: (Being helped up by Poe) Damn straight!

Moose: I see you guys are prepared. (Poe and Tytan hold up their barbed wired bats.)

Tytan: We just even upped the odds. LD I told you I would have your back if you needed it.

LD: Gentleman the hunt is on! Care to join us.

Poe: With pleasure.

Tytan: This is gonna get good.

Moose: No, this is going to get bloody!

(All four go running out searching for DEA.)

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG is SORTING~! various weapons and implements in his locker room when his cellphone rings)

CTG: Hello? .... yes, I'm well aware the ceasefire's over... no, he left already.... What? No, he didn't raise a hand to me about all this.... no, he still trusts Moose.... don't ask me, who WOULD trust him?.... yes.... I don't understand how people believe that rumor when Moose is the ONLY one talking about it? .... two? No, he mentioned "wannabes" so they're certainly not my group.... I have plenty of weapons here but I'm going to need tools to finish patching up CHAIR, he's taken a lot lately..... LADDER? (looks around) yes, he's here... ok.... Stank's furious about that, by the way..... keep me posted, Dragon. Thank you. (hangs up)


(CTG returns to stacking weapons, checking them off on a clipboard. There's a knock on his door)

CTG: Enter!

(Referees Angelo Barros and Junior Hale enter)

CTG: Thanks for coming so quickly. How goes the prison assembly?

Barros: Creech has been on the phone all week trying to find some of this stuff... are you SURE about this?

CTG: Because I have Creech assembling it? He's a lot better at this than Glaw is. I don't care for his practices as a referee, but his skills at.... procurement are essential for this portion of the war.

Hale: He could boobytrap that prison to just drop on you. He WANTS Bennett to win

CTG: that's a risk I'm willing to take at this point. However, if either of you will be working that portion of the match - in its assembly because we WILL get to Stage Three - I want you both to look it over carefully. There are things in that prison that are meant to fall, break or explode, but there's a LOT that needs to remain in place. (hands them each a scrolled up paper) this is a copy of the Prison layout. I have marked off specific areas that need to remain intact for what will likely happen in this match.

Barros: Why aren't you talking to Glaw about this?

CTG: People still believe that I was "Aided" by his private agenda to bend the rules in our favor. Many of those in Bennett's army - and unfortunately, even Citizen Stank - believe that Glaw and I planned it that way. I ask for a fair fight when I enter the ring and I do not need the assistance of a referee's bias to defeat my enemies.

Hale: (looks the blueprint over) think all the refs will be out there?

CTG: Likely. Creech is the only one I'm concerned about. Hightower is new but he's one of the best and most impartial. He will see the truth in that match, and perhaps he will finally understand.

Hale: Should we tell Glaw about these?

CTG: No. He has contacted me at least twice, begging me not to go through with this. He will want to show me how wrong this fight is- but in the end, it may take a sacrifice - mine or Moose's- for the war to end.

Barros: This is wrestling, Crete - this isn't a real war. I have a cousin in Iraq-

CTG: gentlemen, this meeting is over. There is a lot to do and little time. I still have to finish cataloging the weapons inventory and get in some time to work out before the show starts. Notify me immediately when Creech has acquired everything for the prison match. We need all of THAT under lock and key until the PPV.

(the two refs hurry out, whispering to each other about Crete)

CTG: (pauses as he looks over the weapons) Bennett... even you will feel this wrath.....

[mooseheadjack]

"The Main Event" Chris Cole is eagerly awaiting his match for the Intercontinental Title. He is joined by Harper Camby.

HC: Hey boss, why do you look so happy?

CC: Because I'm about to become the Intercontinental Champion for the first time.

HC: Isn't this like your 8th shot or something? Why are you so sure?

CC: Are you an idiot? Have you been watching my matches? Darling is clearly injured. His shoulder can't take much more of this. And not only does he go against somebody as cerebral as myself but he also has to deal with Magnussen who is a bruiser. He is going to be a mess by the time this match is over.

HC: But how can you be sure you are the one to beat him and not DH?

CC: Because I've got the experience in big time matches. I'll pick the right moment to capitalize on Darling's condition and I'll become the next IC Champ.

HC: I hope you're right boss.

CC: I am

HC: Good luck tonight.

CC: I don't need luck. This time Darling is going down.

[mooseheadjack]

<Damon Wrath is kicking a heavy bag in a darkened gym>

(talking under his Breath)
DW: “What the hell are they thinking teaming me with ZK DeBeers. He just better not fu%* up. I mean the competition we have are a pretty easy win. Only thing the dead will be is DEAD when I hit the F5 and that little punk Blitz I have 2 words for ya. LIGHTS OUT. Hmmmm DeBeers has money and he can’t be all bad he has Beer in his name. Beer and Money are a good combination but I think I’ve heard it before.”

Fades to black after Wrath jump spinning hook kicks the chain on the top of the bag and snaps it.

[mooseheadjack]

*Outback Jack and Eric are brawling through the backstage area. Both men are already bleeding. OBJ shoves Eric into a bunch of clangy poles conveniently leaning against a wall, but then whiffs on an attempted chair shot. Eric lands a few solid punches, then shoves Jack through an open doorway with a "catering" sign on it. The employees inside the room scatter. Both men struggle to get the upper hand, conveniently close to a large cake on a table. Eric manages to rake the eyes, momentarily stopping OBJ's offense. Eric takes several steps back to get a running start, then charges forward, but a beer vendor rolls a can across the floor and Eric steps on it. He loses his balance and lands face first on the cake, then slumps to the floor. As per Rule 473 of wrestling, falling face first into a cake incapacitates him.*

Beer Vendor: That was a close one.

OBJ: Why'd you do it?

BV: We couldn't afford to lose our best customer.

*Other beer vendors nod, smile, and slap him on the back.*

OBJ: Yeah, but you did something very dangerous.

*The beer vendors look serious.*

OBJ: I only hope no serious damage was done.

*OBJ kneels on the floor near Eric. He then carefully picks up the beer can and slowly opens it. As the foam subsides, he takes a small sip, smiles, and chugs the rest of it. The beer vendors cheer, until OBJ gestures for quiet, then belches.*

OBJ: Australian for "HA!", mate.

[mooseheadjack]

[The Dead gets to his feet after the attack. He sees Moosehead Jack, L.D. Williams, Tytan, Poe, and Eric O'Mac heading his way.]

Moose: You too, huh?

Dead: Not the first time, and it won't be the last. I've got a pretty good guess of where you're headed...

LDW: I assume you want in?

Dead: Wouldn't have it any other way.

Eric: Well let's get going. This is gonna be a hell of a fight.

Dead: Not necessarily. I could always do the super cool thing of writing our opponents to look like blathering idiots while beating them down and then stand over their bodies while saying something with a dry-cool wit....

[The Dead ducks as Kayfabe swings, and misses, with a kendo stick.]

Dead: Eh, on second thought, let's do this like men.

[The Dead grabs a chair and the group heads down the hallway.]

[mooseheadjack]

Back at the Run DEA suite, FireWoman is tending to Phantos and Lucious. Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling have left the suite, doing lord knows what. Carl from Fresno and Justin Sane are cleaning up. FireWoman is cleaning a cut on Phantos’ arm.

P: Ow…

FW: Stop being a baby.

L: Did you get Moose & LD?

CFF: Hell yes. Those bitches got a taste of their own medicine.

MHJ: Did we?

Everyone turns to see Moosehead Jack, LD Williams, Poe, and Tytan standing in the doorway of the suite. Justin Sane screams and charges them. In one motion, Poe tosses his barbed-wire bat to Moose and catches Justin and delivers a AA Spinebuster to the floor. LD takes the butt of his bat and slams it into the ribs of Justin. As Poe stands, Moose hands him his bat back. Poe turns and faces FireWoman who has stepped forward. She holds her arms out.

FW: Well, Poe, you’ve always wanted a shot at me…go ahead…take it you sick fuck.

Poe grins and looks at Tytan.

Poe: Remember what I told you.

Tytan rolls his eyes.

Poe approaches FireWoman and stands eye to eye with her.

Poe: It is not your time.

As he says that, the other three charge around Poe and FireWoman and attack Phantos, Lucious, and Carl from Fresno. FireWoman turns to help, but Poe grabs her arm and spins her around so they’re eye to eye once again.

Poe: Namasdeh.

FireWoman yanks her arm away from Poe and grabs Moose by the head, gouging his eyes. Moose yells as he’s pulled back off of Carl. Moose turns and slams the butt of his bat into FireWoman’s stomach.

MHJ: Been wanting to do that for a few weeks…

Tytan has Lucious by the throat and slams him into the wall, breaking partially through it.

T: Stay there…champ!

Moose grabs FireWoman by the hair and delivers a heart punch, knocking her to the floor clutching her chest.

Phantos, after taking several shots from the bat of LD, wobbles to his feet, just in time for a Yakuza Kick from Poe.

The four stand and look at the mess.

LD: Let’s go.

They leave the suite where Eric and Dead are waiting outside.

Eric: I'm not doin' guard duty next time.

MHJ: We couldn't have Alexander and Davin jump us from behind.

Eric: I'm not your bitch. I'm no one's bitch!

Dead and Poe eye each other as Poe walks past. Tytan pats Dead on the shoulder as he passes...hard.

Poe: Be ready. I'm sure the Boy will want revenge like the petulant child he is.

(edited because I forgot Eric & Dead - sorry)

[mooseheadjack]

Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland are taking a stealth approach as they walk through the OOWF hallways knowing just how chaotic they've gotten. They left Fire and Carl back at the suites to finish tending to Phantos and Lucios while Samantha went out to the front to wait for the ambulance.

Davin Moreland: Just let me get one shot...for old-times sake.

Alexander: It's not needed. You've already pushed him down the card, let me finish the job and push him off the card.

Davin: Then why even ask me to come along?

Alexander: Two reasons basically. One, I want you to watch my back because it isn't the best idea to be walking alone back here right now.

Davin: And the second?

Alexander: I want to be clear and tell you this isn't an apology in the slightest. BUT I've been talking to someone and I realized a few things.

Davin: About what?

Alexander: This war and our place in it. For a long time you were the flag-bearer and we all fell in-line behind you but that wasn't right. We all should have been standing with you instead of behind you and no one should have gotten upset wit you if you felt the need to step in another direction.

Davin: Seriously, when did you become such an emo bitch. Just get to the fucking point.

Alexander stops to turn and looks Davin in the eye.

Alexander: My FUCKING point is that we never should have held you to a higher standard than we hold ourselves. The only standard you need to be held up to is the one you set for yourself. And as of right now, I know that standard is L.D. Williams and the World Championship. So you go out there and take L.D. down and bring that gold to THE BEST STABLE that this company has EVER seen.

Davin: That almost sounded like the old Alex. The one who didn't give a shit about anyone but his own.

Alexander: No, this is the new and improved Alexander who knows exactly what he needs to do and how to do it.

Davin: And what's that?

Alexander: This...

And with that Alexander kicks the door to "The Main Event" Chris Cole's locker room in and just as he's about to charge in he stops dead in his tracks and we now see the reason as DH Magnusson and Spin Hansen are finishing a beatdown of Chris Cole and Harper Camby. Both turn as they kick the downed members of Team Bennett one last time.

DH: Fancy seeing you rich boy.

Alexander: You couldn't leave a little piece for me, could ya Mags?

DH: I figured with you being all emo and having a limp arm, I'd do you the solid and make sure you didn't have to watch your back tonight.

Alexander: Awfully nice of ya. You won't mind if I get a few words into Cole, would ya?

DH: Be my guest, Spin and myself were just going to look for some more chaos.

As DH and Spin start to walk away, Alexander gives Davin a look. Davin gives a look back that seems to be asking "Are you sure?" and Alexander nods in the affirmative. Davin nods, spins Hansen around, and pins him against the wall as Alexander dives and takes DH out at the knees. Spin tries to fight away from Davin, but Davin holds him hard against the wall.

Davin: This is between them, let them handle it Spin.

Spin continues to struggle but Davin has him held firm as Alexander stands over DH as he vainly tries to get to his feet.

DH: I knew yous was nothin' but a bitch. Hittin' a man from behind.

Alexander: That's where you're wrong DH. This ain't about bein' a bitch. This is about evenin' the odds. See, I gave you the chance a few weeks ago to have MY belt. You decided to give me a second chance and I'm much obliged but you should know better. You don't give people like me second chances. Cuz it always winds up screwing you Mags. See, I ain't got nothin' against you, 'cept you want something I have and I'm not just gonna give it up.

Alexander places his sledgehammer on DH's ankle.

I may be going into this match with one arm and that's a disadvantage I can't really afford.

Alexander picks the sledgehammer up and slams it hard as he can and we all expect to hear the sickening crunch of DH's ankle but it never happens and we see a crack on Cole's locker room floor.

If I wanted to break your ankle, I could do it right now but it's not worth it when there are bigger fish to fry. Just remember Mags, I may be a rich punk bitch, but me and you...we come from the same place. Never forget who I am and what I'm capable of doing at any time.

Alexander reaches down with his good hand and extends it to DH to help him to his feet. Mags looks at him for a moment before accepting it and hopping to his feet.

DH: We'll finish this in the ring.

Alexander: Wouldn't have it any other way.

Alexander turns back towards Davin who has already let Spin go and he's walked over to his partner and helps him back to the Destroyatorium. Davin turns towards Darling and just gives him a look,

Davin: New and improved Alexander?

Alexander: All in due time. But for now, feel like helping me with something.

Alexander and Davin start positioning a table in the locker room while making sure to kick Camby a few times to keep him out of the picture. Once the table is finally positioned, Alexander leans down and drags Cole to his feet and places him on the couch. Alexander jumps on and starts to get Cole into position...

Alexander: I told you almost from my very first day here that you were nothing but a shell of your former self and that in time I would prove to the world that The 3 Piece Set would not be remembered as the premier stable in OOWF History. That the letters DEA would be remembered forever. Tonight, I will finish the burial of Chris Cole and make sure you realize that The Main Event has changed and passed you by. Welcome to "The Dark Match" Chris Cole.

Alexander quickly picks up Chris Cole into position for the Darling Driver and he snaps him off his shoulders to the waiting Davin Moreland who hits a Really Good Diamond Cutter through the table.

Alexander hops off the couch and pushes aside the broken pieces of the table to get right in Cole's face.

BOOYAH, Bitch!!!