MidWeek Mayhem (04/22) Live! From Hollywood Pk, TX

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<Davin Moreland storms into GM the Rick’s office, of course, without knocking>

DM: Rick…..I DEMAND that Glaw be fir…….

GMtR: SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!

DM: Exfuckingscuse me?

GMtR:<in a steely voice> You heard what I fucking said

<Davin slowly sits down and eyes Rick>

GMtR: You mind telling me what the FUCK that was out there?

DM: Your incompetent referee Sterling Glaw cost us a victory, then put his hands on me, and I want him fired for it.

GMtR: I don’t give a shit WHAT you want. YOU put YOUR hands on an OOWF Official. YOU were out of control by what you thought was a slow count. I do not give one ounce of shit about what YOU want, because, as I have said repeatedly, it is not about what YOU want Davin. YOU are not the OOWF

<Davin starts to get up to leave>

DM: You know what GM the Weak? Fuck you. How do you like that? I don’t need to listen to your bullshit, especially after all I, after all WE did to save YOUR job!

GMtR: <very calmly> Davin, if you walk out that door, I will terminate your OOWF contract. Sit down.

<Davin stops at the door and glares at Rick, he looks back to the door and almost leaves>

GMtR: Try me and see what happens. You will be begging Vince for a job up in McMahonland

<Davin sits back down, clearly beside himself pissed off, but for once, showing some discretion>

GMtR: Now, let me get this straight with you, and if you want to deliver the message to the rest of DEA, that’s fine. What happened last summer, was last summer. I appreciate what you and the rest of DEA did, but I am also NOT about to be beholden to you, or anyone else. When the war ended, I made it perfectly clear that I would not punish those who opposed me, and I will not reward those who sided with me, all that would do is create more problems. Is that PERFECTLY clear to you?

DM: Go fuck yourself Rick. Without us, you wouldn’t have a job.

GMtR: That may be the case, but at this point, that no longer matters.

DM: Maybe we should just have you removed

GMtR: If you think you can, you go right ahead and do that. Now, onto the next bit I am sure you will love. You put your hands on an OOWF official. I should suspend you……..

DM: Good, I could use the vacation

GMtR: But I’m not. I am fining you one million dollars

DM: Fine. DEA will cut you a check

GMtR: No, I think you misunderstand. DEA will NOT be paying this one. This is coming directly from your paycheck. YOU will be paying this one out of YOUR pocket. And if you EVER do anything like that to another referee? You will become the new whipping post in the OOWF. We are done here.

<Davin sits for a moment and glares at GM the Rick, you can tell he wants to explode with rage and destroy the office, Rick, and anything else he can get his hands on. Davin slowly stands up, trembling slightly and puts his hands on Rick’s desk. For a change Rick does not shrink away, but rather he stands up and looks Davin right in the eye>

GMtR: I don’t give a shit how pissed off you are right now. DEA and everyone else needs to remember that I am the law in the OOWF. You don’t like it? Go somewhere else.

<Davin looks thoughtful for a moment, then chuckles to himself and walks out of the room slamming the door behind him. GM the Rick walks to the door and posts the lineup. He barely sits down when the door nearly explodes off its hinges and Firewoman storms in>

GMtR: No, please, come in

FW: So, I get ROBBED of the chance to reclaim MY Intercontinental title, and so what happens next week? I am jerking the curtain against CHAD FUCKING MADISON? WHAT THE FUCK?

GMtR: Look Fire, we decided……

FW: WE?

GMtR: Fire, Sidney and I decided that, given your recent outbursts, perhaps it would be better to put you in a few lower stress matches for a bit.

FW: THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT! <Fire starts toward GM the Rick when Dr. Freedman comes in and puts a hand on her shoulder. Fire immediately spins around and looks like she wants to hit the good Doc>

DSF: Fire…….we have made so much progress. I noticed there is a correlation between your matches and the rise in anger. Continuing down that path, I can’t see any way to make a break through. I suggested that you be removed from some of the higher-pressure matches so you could focus on yourself, while at the same time allowing you to compete. Its only for this week right now, we’ll see how you do heading toward the pay per view.

<Fire stares incredulously ad Sidney for a second. Then a look of calm and peace comes over her face and her entire demeanor changes>

FW: Of course Dr. Freedman, that makes perfect sense.

<Fire turns and walks out of the office without another word. GM the Rick and Dr. Sid look at one another and shrug>

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Hollywood Park, Texas

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Poe vs. Stank

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Team From Down Under vs. kz

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Thim Reynolds vs. Matte

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
IHOP vs. Concrete TG, Blitz & Zane Myers

OOWF Intercontinental Title Tournament[/u]
Spin Hansen vs. Chris Evans
Tytan vs. The Dead

Run DEA vs. The Heroes Guild
Seamus McNasty vs. DH Magnusson
Firewoman vs. Chad Madison

Card subject to stuff

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<GM the Rick is sitting in his office packing things up to head to the next town, finally enjoying some peace and quiet after the run in with Davin and Firewoman when there is a light knock on the door>

GMtR: Come in

<Sterling Glaw walks in holding ice on his neck>

SG: You wanted to see me?

GMtR: Sterling, have a seat please. Look, there is no easy way to say this, but I think a change has to be made.

SG: What? Is this about Moreland? After what HE did to ME?

GMtR: He has been dealt with, what he did was completely out of line, and wrong. However, that said, there are still whispers of your being partial.....

SG: I AM NOT......

GMtR: Look, whether you actually are or not, doesn't matter, you give the impression that you are a biased referee, the boys in the back are starting to believe that, and therefore, any time you make a tough decision, SOMEONE is going to question it, and we could very well have more issues like tonight

SG: So........I am just..........fired?

GMtR: No. You are not being fired. I am re-assigning you. You will serve two functions for the moment. The first is as senior referee in the OVOOWF, get those kids into shape down there

SG: And the other?

GMtR: I want you to partner with some of the gentlemen on the board and see about the viability of purchasing the PHWF to use, replacing the OVOOWF. Talk to Nate Corbitt if need be, I assume you remember him from last summer?

SG: Yeah, I remember him

<GM the Rick stands>

GMtR: Good luck Sterling, get your reputation back in order and we will see about a return to the OOWF at some point.

<Glaw nods and the two men shake hands and Glaw walks out of the office>

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(Tytan is seen WALKING with Dr. Sydney Freeman. This is after Mayhem and down in the Bowels of the OOWF arena. Once again all this conversation is being done through an interpreter.)

SM: Tytan it is good to see that you invited me back.

Tytan: It seems our conversation ending on a bad note. Let's continue it by talking about some other things.

SM:First off, nice match with Zane Myers. It is good to see that you can still win a match by not having to go through bouts of violence.

Tytan: Thank you Doc, the match in...in fact...the whole feud felt a little repetitve....it felt like a match I wrestled before.

SM: I would have to agree with you....

(Just then Kayfabe appears and shakes her finger at the two of them.)

SM: Maybe we should continue this conversation heading into another topic. How about how do you feel about not having Firewoman in the title hunt anymore?

Tytan: It is disapointing....I thought the time would have come to finally put an end to this hatred the two of us have for each other....a final dance for the ages....she has left her mark on me...(shows SF the scars)...it is the reason I still hide that part of my face under this mask....but now it seems she has other issues she needs to deal with......but her time will come....

SM: Good Tytan it is good to see you are keeping yourself focused.

Tytan: The monster comes and goes when he needs to....he got his work in the match tonight...now Tytan the man can be himself...

SM: Interesting...I am glad you are learning how to control what has happened to you. Now I would like to make a challenge to you?

Tytan: What is that Doc?

SM: Return upstairs and live among the others.

Tytan: Why? So I can get burnt again....and figure out that those I trust are only using me again?!

SM: Poe never used you.

Tytan: This conversation is now over.....

(Tytan walks away.)

Fade

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SFJ: So Lionheart, you must be pretty shocked seeing Firewoman get beat tonight.

E: Well, I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t see that win from Spin Hansen coming. Granted Fire hasn’t really been herself, but that’s no excuse. I'll be a man about it and say I shouldn't have counted Spin out, especially due to him being a member of Drink & Destroy. Guess that goes to show you shouldn’t always trust the win-loss records.

But enough about that match. Right now, I’m looking to get the payback I was hoping to try to get for that cheap shot from behind by Spin this Tuesday. As for the other match, I’m not making any attempts at bothering to focus on who’s gonna win, cause this could be my last chance in a while to get my hands on the Intercontinental title. I’m focused on the matter at hand, and I’ll be damned if I blow my chance when I’m so close due to overconfidence, something I seem to be the victim of as of late.

SFJ: Any other thoughts?

E: Yeah, one more thing.

Evans looks at the camera

Spin, as for the comments you made earlier, first of all, I never said you would lose automatically to Fire. Also, I think I remember you saying, I can’t say anything unless I face you in the ring. Well, it looks now like you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be able to see firsthand just why Fire was interested in picking me from Storm’s wrestling academy in the first place.

Tonight I underestimated you. That was a big mistake on my part, and one that I won’t make twice. See ya next week.

*fade to black*

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Firewoman is laying on a massage table, in a standard issue white towel, after Mayhem. The lights are low, there are candles and incense and massage-y type music. Alexis Darling comes into view as she starts with Firewoman's shoulders, trying to speak in calm, soothing tones, and continues massaging as they talk.

FW: Ow...watch it, will ya?

LD: Damn, you're tense.

FW: You would be too if you lost to Spin Freakin' Hansen, and thus your shot at the Intercontinental Championship.

LD: You're just out of the tournament, it's not like you won't get another shot--

FW: Are you kidding? Did you see where Rick put me on the card? I'm LAST. Which means I am FIRST against the new guy. I swear this is just like NOAH.

LD: Well, no, this is different. You aren't being punished for missing a show.

FW: No, I'm being punished for ... hell, I don't even know. How many post match beatdowns are there in a given week, and it's me that gets pushed down the card. I mean, I really tried to not get mad, but when I saw him go after DH---

LD: Shhhhh....you are just reknotting everything I'm working on. Think of it this way, you're helping new talent the way you--

FW: I know, I know...

LD: Besides, he's a cowboy. You like those.

FW: No, I don't. I like a cowboy.

LD: Is that what this is all about? And I suppose your break up with--

FW: No. No this isn't about any of that.

Firewoman leaps up from the table, nearly losing her towel. Alexis steps back quickly.

LD: Lisa, I--

FW: And even if it is, SO FUCKING WHAT? Am I NOT allowed to be mad, sad, glad, or any of the other things that no one wants me to be?

LD: I don't think that's the goal, it's what you DO when you are--

FW: What do I do? I WIN FUCKING MATCHES!! This is fucking ridiculous, Lexie. I'm tired of feeling all nothing, and not being allowed to say or do anything that might make me look 'crazy,' and having my head spin from side effects, and.......

Firewoman has run out of things to say, so she kicks over the massage table, sending oil containers scattering everywhere.

LD: I think I'll go find Dr. Freedman.

FW: Fine, whatever.

Alexis leaves and shuts the door behind her while the sounds of yet another destroyed locker room start.

Dr.SF: What's happening in there?

LD: Where have you been? You know, you AREN'T the OOWF Therapist--

Dr.SF: Why is she doing that?

LD: Who knows. Can you --

Dr.SF: Yes, I'll go right in. Best if I go alone. Probably just need some adjustment for her medications, but we'll talk it out first.

Freedman goes into the locker room and shuts the door. Alexis picks up her phone and calls someone.

LD: Davin? Shut up....is my brother with you?..... well, you should probably find him.

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(Spin Hansen is sitting in the boiler room on a folding chair, ready to give yet another promo. An SFJ is standing with a microphone in hand.)

SFJ: Mr. Hansen, Chris Evans has responded to your unprovoked attack from last week's Mayhem. You face him this week. What are your thoughts about the match?

SH: Evans, you didn't outright say it but saying that there was a "pretty good chance that you'd be facing Firewoman" in your match is close enough to show a lack of respect... enough that it irked me. But you're right... we DO face each other in the ring, and I'm going to give you the match of your life. You did well against your opponent last week, I'll give you that... but The Amnesiac and I are not of the same class. I'm bringing my A game. Don't forget to bring yours.

SFJ: And do you have anything else to say about your chances at regaining the Intercontinental Championship?

SH: You're damn right I do. I'm not going to say "I'll win it, I guarantee it", but I'm hungry for the gold. Win or lose, though, I want to make something clear...

I want Firewoman to be my next opponent, and I want it to be in an Inferno Match. Not just any kind of Inferno match, though... I want it to be inside of the Hell in a Cell cage. Ever since I came back I've been beaten down by SOMEONE after every win that I've had, and it's getting old. I want this to be a clean match.

SFJ: An Inferno Match? GMTheRick probably won't let that happen, with his "No Fire" rule.

SH: There's no love lost between our esteemed general manager and I, but I'm sure that I can convince him to let this happen.

(The door opens, and Shannon the barmaid pokes her head into the room.)

Shannon: Spin, you've got to get to the Destroyitarium QUICK. I don't have time to explain, just MOVE IT.

SH: Looks like this interview's over.

(The camera DOES NOT fade, and instead follows Spin RUNNING through the corridors of the arena, passing Matte asleep in the hall, the Heroes Guild talking to a salesman about new ringwear that he swears is made of 'unstable molecules', the Beer Baron on a cellphone, and Selena giggling evilly about something. He bursts through the doors of the Destroyitarium... and sees Stank, the Team from Down Under, F.F. Capslock, Axe-Man, Firechild, Sugar, Attitude Adjuster, HUSTLE Kamen Red, Yellow, and Blue, Nagoya Ogawa, and Razor Ramon Sumitani (AKA "Hard Gay").

Stank: Spin, we need to talk to you about something. As friends, mentors, and (looks at Hard Gay)... weird-ass people that you worked with in Japan.

HG: INTERVENTION-AH-FOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! (He thrusts his hips as Stank shakes his head.)

Stank: Oh HELL no.

[mooseheadjack]

We see and hear an oil drill pumping up and down in the blazing Texas sun.


The camera pans down as we hear Selena singing.

SG: *singing* Mama! Mama, I’m comin’ home!

We then see Poe standing with his leather duster fluttering in the wind behind him. His black, bloody towel covers his head and face. Selena stands beside him, wearing a cowboy hat, turned to watch the drill go up and down as she continues to sing.

Poe: Stank…we face once again here in Texas under Ra himself. You earned your shot, you got your shot, and you lost. But here you are again, before me, trying to take from me what’s mine.

Selena hands the World Championship belt to Poe. She apparently had it the whole time, hidden from view. Poe takes the belt and looks at it.

Poe: The first time was about respect…about success…you earned your shot and I was more than happy to give it to you; someone I considered a brother in arms if you will.

Poe lowers the belt and looks to the camera, his face still hidden from view.

Poe: But now Stank, after the events of the last few weeks, it is now personal. You, like guests after three days, now stink. I should be through with you but here you are, like the dog that keeps yapping at your leg as you walk past the yard. This is now my yard Stank. You are trespassing in my world and I WILL…PUT…YOU…DOWN!

Selena turns around and waves a Stank looking voodoo doll.

Poe: Namaste.

SG: Nevermore…Stinkie!

[mooseheadjack]

*Stank, having stepped away from the crowd that is making no headway in getting Spin to see the evils of bacon, takes a sip of his beer as he finishes watching Poe's promo podcast on SFJ#9's Blackberry Storm.*

SFJ#9 - Strong words from your opponent at Mayhem.

Stank - So what am I supposed to say, Cassie?

SFJ#9 -

Stank - Am I supposed to boast about how the last time we fought one on one I beat him? Am I supposed to remind him that I don't book the matches around here? Perhaps I should explain to him that as long as he holds that World title belt we will NEVER be through with one another. Am I supposed to run away as he goes on like an old man yelling at the kids to get off his lawn? Am I supposed to be intimidated? Listen up Poe.

I'm not the one.

I am not your garden variety adversary. I'm not your former lackey. I could give two shits about your accomplishments elsewhere or the fear you strike in the hearts of some of the boys in the locker room. You come at me with stink jokes? Let me come to you with the truth.

The truth is in the short time that you and I have been in opposition our records are dead even. You got two over me. I got two over you. We're dead even. So let's put all the talk of respect and what I've earned to side and get to what this is really about.

Your frustration.

You can't put me down. You can't end me. Many men have tried and ALL have failed miserably. You will be no different. To me this is about the World Title, not the men you run with, not the brothers I run with.

You think this has turned personal? Fine by me. I never saw it that way, but if personal is how you want to do this, so be it... just know on that path lies the bodies a lot of opponents who have fallen before me.

I won't only take your title... I'll take your spirit. Why?

Because I am Drink and Destroy. And you... are fucked.

<fade>

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(Tytan is sitting alone in the dark down in the place he has called home for a little while now. The voiceover begins.)

Tytan: Dead you have been on quiet a roll as of late...I commend you on that....the only thing is at Mayhem it stops and it will stop DEAD.....

(Tytan begins to unravel a small container that is wrappped up in a cloth.)

Tytan: You see....people are begining to think that I have control of this monster....

(He pulls out the container of Agent X and some other things)

Tytan: The fact is I do have control of it....

(He fills a syringe with the Agent X)

Tytan: I WANT IT....I am enjoying it....SO Dead you want to step in the ring with me....I will close the coffin on you....you see you don't understand I am on a mission....and you will be....just the next one to fall....

(Tytan injects himself with the Agent X and after three seconds lets out a scream.)

FADE

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[The Dead is sitting the back and just so happens to notice Tytan's promo. He begins to laugh hysterically.]

Dead: Really Tytan? That's the best you've got? That's supposed to scare the hottest wrestler in the OOWF right now? C'mon man, we all knew you were a little odd, but that? "Agent X"? Really?

[The Dead continues to laugh for a moment longer before he turns more serious.]

Dead: Tytan, I'm going to you something that I know, that my fans know, that the entire wrestling world except for you seems to know. I am better than you. Now, I don't mean that in some boastful, prideful kind of way. I simply mean it in the most plain, honest kind of way. I can out-wrestle you, I can out-maneuver you, and I can out-think you. You and your little 'roid buddies can inject each other in the ass with your "Agent X" but that's not gonna save you this Wednesday. I can't be stopped, Tytan, but I sure as hell can stop you.

[The Dead takes a deep breath.]

Dead: Tytan, this Wednesday I will CLOSE THE CASKET on you and your title chances. Count on it.

[The Dead plays Tytan's promo again and laughs as the cameras fade to black.]

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<Moose is walking down the hall snarling about something when Dr. Sidney Freedman walks up next to him and keeps pace with him>

DSF: Moose, do you have a moment?

<Moose doesn’t stop, but keeps walking>

MHJ: I told you Doc, I am not interested in being fixed, or anything else

DSF: I completely understand. This is not about you, this is about Firewoman.

<Moose stops and slowly turns around facing the Doc>

MHJ: Why are you asking ME about Firewoman

DSF: Well, I have been reviewing the footage of Fire’s time in the OOWF and you seem to be a common recurring theme in Fire’s life

MHJ: I have no idea what you are talking about

<Moose keeps walking, the Doctor keeps up with him>

DSF: Well, I did notice that you recruited her hard during the OOWF Civil War last summer

MHJ: Purely business

DSF: I also notice you and Fire quite often have coffee and talk

MHJ: We don’t have coffee together. I sit down, she gets annoyed. That’s all there is to it.

DSF: It seems like you are drawn to Fire for some reason

<Moose stops again and snaps around staring at Dr. Sid again>

MHJ: What are you implying?

DSF: Nothing at all. It just seems like you two have something in common, a kinship. From what I have seen, you are both drawn to unrestrained violence. I don’t think either of you realize how similar you are

MHJ: What’s your point? This is professional wrestling Doc, people are violent, its what we do

DSF: Yes, I can see that. It just seems that……..

MHJ: I told you, I am not interested in being analyzed Doc. You want my opinion on Fire? It’s the same thing I told her. All this, all the doctors, the analyzing, the medication, its all a bunch of bullshit. Fire is what she is. Fire is violent, Fire is unpredictable, Fire is impulsive. That is how she has ALWAYS been, you take that away from her, and you might as well kill her.

DSF: You said she has ALWAYS been like that, how long do you and Fire go back?

<Moose just stares at Sid>

MHJ: She has been here over a year.

<Without another word, Moose walks down the hall, turns the corner and walks right into the Destroyitarium. Stank, Jack, Gator and Spin all stop what they are doing and look at Moose in shock>

Stank: What the fuck…..

OBJ: You got a death wish boy……..

MHJ: Do what you will, I just want to remind you two to make those titles look real nice. Wednesday, they are coming home with kz

GB:<slowly getting to his feet> You talk real big Moose, but you and that loser Williams haven’t been able to do anything yet.

MHJ: Just a matter of time. <Moose sees Spin getting to his feet> Sit down fat boy, you really wanna risk your shot at the Intercontinental title by getting your head split today?

Stank: Fuck you Moose

<Stank gets off his stool and the members of Drink & Destroy approach. Moose doesn’t move, but grins and pulls something out of his pocket. As Jack gets close, Moose throws a fireball into his face. Jack howls in pain and falls to his knee. The distraction is all Moose needs. LD Williams and Seamus McNasty charge into the Destroyitarium. LD attacks Gator and hammers him with a forearm to the side of the head. Seamus grabs the barbed wire bat from the floor and dives at Spin, nailing him in the head with the bat. Stank is about to grab Moose, when he is grabbed from behind by Poe. Poe spins him around and the two go face to face for a moment, then start trading haymakers. The brawl continues for quite awhile, until finally all eight men are bloody, and too weak to continue the fight. The Destroyitarium is, once again, in shambles. Poe helps Moose, LD and Seamus to their feet and they head to the door. Drink and Destroy are also stirring>

Poe: We’ll finish this at Mayhem

<They head out the door, escaping just before a beer bottle smashes against the wall, inches from Poe’s head>

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(From the shadows of the Destroyitarium on the edge that is just hard to seen with the Human eye Tytan looms in the darkness.)

(The voice over starts.)

Tytan: The violence that exists in the halls of the OOWF. The need for these people to constantly battle each other outside the ring...a chance to feed the rage....the chance to make blood run through the halls....

Dead you don't understand...what is running inside me is the last creation made by Ultimo Inc...the cocktail that turned me into what I am now....somthing that I am beginning to enjoy....you see I don't care who I face in the ring anymore....I am planning to make you bleed....I need to do this....I am....

I have been here to long....I need to head back out of here before they notice me....

(He disappears in the shadows)

FADE

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Zane Myers stands with SFJ55 "Zane, you are teaming with members of the Hero's Guild this week with the Trios titles on the line, are you considering joining Concrete TG on a permanent basis?"

"As much as I respect Concrete TG, being a former World Champion, I am not planning on becoming a Guild member. I have no probelms working with them when the need arrises, as it does this week n my first OOWF title match!"

"Rumors about you teaming up with newcomer Chad Madison, are they true?"

"Cowboy and I had a conversation about perhaps working as a tag team. He and I have crossed paths before. And around here, it's always good to have someone to watch your back"

"Rick is saying quietly his investigators have come up with a couple of clues about your previous wrestling identities... care to comment?"

"Rick shoudl just leave the past where it is. I'm afraid he won't like the answers if he finds out the truth."

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Cowboy Chad Madison sits astride Skip outside the arena.

"After a long trail ride, I have arrived in the OOWF. Time to get to bustin some broncs. First mare i need to break is Firewoman. Prepare to be rounded up an' hogtied little lady! Giddyap!"
he rides out of sight

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(The camera pans in on Tytan watching a rat scurry down the hallway. The voice over begins.)

Tytan: I've been sitting back in the shadows watching the others of the OOWF and they all look like a bunch of rats scurrying for their piece of cheese....I've noticed there are several types of cheese that they want.....

First off there is that big old rotten stinky piece of cheese that a lot of the newer guys want named...Firewoman. It's bitter and tastes bad....leaves a nasty aftertaste...and you are left with nothing but gas....

Then there is that of the gold....it can make you mad and do things at any cost to take it...That is where I am Dead....I will go to any coast to take what is mine...and if that means to make you bleed...fine...is that means to make you scream out in pain....I have no remorse in hurting you...and come Mayhem I will make you...the next casualty in getting my piece of cheese back....

(FADE)

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Chad Madison runs Skip around the arena, and then back to where he finished his cute little promo. His dismounts and hands Skip off to a production assistant, and turns around to see a less-than-amused Firewoman standing there with her arms folded.

CM: Oh....Afternoon, ma'am. (with requisite tip of the cowboy hat, of course)

FW: Uh-huh.

CM: Now, don't get your spurs in a bunch about that promo. I was just playing. Trying to establish my--

FW: You're new. You're job is not to establish anything. You're job is to go in that ring and look like you know what you're doing and that you deserve to be here.

CM: Well, ma'am, I can assure you, that my record is--

FW: Look, Curly. I don't care who you were before you got here. I don't care who you will be when you leave. I care about who you are in the ring Wednesday night.

CM: Speakin' of which, I sure do 'preciate you helping out the new guy. I didn't expect to be facing a former Onslaught and Intercontinental Champion so soon.

FW: Let's get one thing perfectly clear. I'm not stepping in the ring with you out of the goodness of my heart. The only reason I'm "helping" you out, Slick, is because I'm being punished by stupid management for something every single other wrestler here does.

CM: Well, that doesn't seem fair.

FW: Welcome to the Logic of GM the Rick. So before you go getting all "preciative" just save it. I'm not doing you any favors, and there's nothing about this that sparkles with me. In fact, the only reason you're still standing here, and not doubled over in some sort of horrible pain right now, is because GM the Rick thinks I'm too violent. Otherwise, I wouldn't hesitate to show you your proper place, New Guy.

Madison looks at her for a moment, while she fumes. He takes off his hat.

CD: YEE-HAW! I love a filly with a little bit o' fire in her...uh, no pun intended. You remind me of this girl I knew a couple of months ago....hoo-ee, there was no handlin' her. I tell you, we are going to have us some FUN Wednesday night.

FW: (after silently fuming even more) You know. I may not be able to respond the way I would like to right now, what with all these drugs in my blood and that shrink's voice in my head. But I assure you, one of us will have fun Wednesday, and it's not going to be you. If there's any hogtying to be done, I'll be the one holding the rope, as I've got my own set of skills in that area (looking directly into the camera), right, Tytan? (now looking back at Madison) In fact, there's only two things I need you to do Wednesday night.

CM: Yeah? What's that?

FW: Shut up and bleed.

With that, Firewoman hops into a waiting cab and heads out away from the arena. Madison watches her leave, putting his hat back on, before going off to do whatever it was he was doing.

[mooseheadjack]

*Still outside the arena*

Just as the cab pulls away and Firewoman heads off to wherever she is going, Chad Madison watches her go and smirks as he knows he's going to be in for the battle of his life on Wednesday. He slowly turns around and he walks right into a YAKUZA KICK from Alexander Darling. Madison flips in the air and lands hard on his back on the concrete. Alexander reaches down and helps him to his feet.

Alexander Darling: Welcome to the neighborhood Cowboy.

One quick kick to the midsection later and Alexander quickly lifts Madison up into a powerbomb position. Alex looks around and sees a pile of wooden pallets near the wall. Darling spreads Madison's arms wide and he tosses Chad Madison into the wooden pallets with a CRUCIFIX BOMB.

Alexander walks over and kneels down in the wreckage of all the broken wood and he gets close to Chad Madison. He leans down and whispers,

Alexander: BOOYAH, Bitch!

Alexander gets back up and makes his way back to the Run DEA Luxury Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels where Davin Moreland is sitting on the couch watching OOWF TV.

Davin: Davin Moreland hates Alexander Darling for winning rock, paper, scissors. Davin Moreland really wanted to hit a Really Good Diamond Cutter on the fake cowboy.

Alexander: Well Davin Moreland needs to stop throwing out rock all the time.

Davin flips Alexander off as Alex takes a seat on the other couch.

Go back to the Tytan promos. They've been the funnerest.

Davin Moreland: Davin Moreland thinks Alexander has lost it. The Dead is totally bringing the funner.

Alex nods as Davin rewinds the DVR and both start laughing as the week of promos begins again.

*Fade*

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Chad Madison is in Skip's stall putting new shoes on his horse.

"Alex Darlin', pretty cowardly to hit a man when he ain't lookin'. You'll get yer come-uppance fer that soon enuff, ya varmit.
As fer th' philly... The Firewoman I knew wouldn't take kindly to someone fightin her battles for her. Makes me wonder if she's been broke'd already.
So you DEA bunch, go ahead and jump me from behind agin, If ya think it'll make ya look like big men, all it'll prove is yer cowards

[mooseheadjack]

*Inside the Run DEA Luxury Suites*

Davin: Ready?

Alexander Darling nods.

Both members of Run DEA count out 1,2 and 3.

Alexander Darling shows paper. Davin Moreland shows scissors.

Alexander: What the fuck, man? You always throw rock.

Davin: Davin Moreland DID always throw rock until Alexander Darling was nice enough to inform Davin Moreland of that predictably. Davin Moreland thanks Alexander Darling for the heads-up. Davin Moreland will now go show exactly how much of a coward he is.

Davin Moreland looks around the suite and finds his trusty rebar as he heads out into the hallways.

Alexander: Eh, I guess he deserves this one. Besides I need to find the good doctor and have a word.

Alexander looks around the suite and finds a barb-wire bat as he heads out into the hallway looking for Dr. Dumbass.

*Fade*

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Chris Evans is shown walking around the OOWF arena. He passes by Chad Madison, who has just finished promoing.

E: Man, I just watched your promo. You got a death wish or something?

CM: I don’t know what you mean there little buddy.

E: Alright, two things: number one, call me that again and I’m gonna drive my foot down your fucking throat. And secondly, what I mean is you say you’re gonna try to get back at Darling for what he did to you. The point is, he does that kinda shit to all of the rookies. Well, except for me for some reason. Probably due to the fact that Fire and I had a little history prior to me joining here and she probably told him not to start any shit with me at that time. The point is, just try to put that behind you.

CM: Well that’s a big no can do there, partner. He done did me wrong and I’m gonna see that he gets what’s coming to him.

E: Look, you’re not getting what I mean. You’re talented, sure, but you’re not even in his league. Then again, that’s not saying much since there’s not too many around here that are. Hell, I was trained by some of the best trainers around, and he would still kick my ass. He’s just that damn good.

I will admit though, you catch on pretty fast when it comes to Fire. You’re absolutely right, she can’t stand it when her allies try to fight her battles for her. She sees it as a sign of weakness, something the both of us have in common.

CM: Say, speaking of that Darling varmint, aren’t you in that DEA group yourself?

E: That’s a work in progress, and not something you need worry about. Don’t worry though, I’ve got no problems with you so I’m not gonna strike you down. I’m not like Darling.

CM: Well that’s good to hear partner.

E: No problem. Just try to not take it too hard when Fire beats you. Nothing personal, but its bound to happen, drugged-up or not.

CM: You seem pretty confident there kid. Well, we’ll see about that. I might just surprise ya.

*fade to black*

[mooseheadjack]

<As Evans is walking down the hall away from his conversation with Madison, he stops when someone calls his name. He turns around and sees kz standing there>

LDW: Hey rook, here, you are going to need this

<LD tosses Evans something, Evans looks it over and we see it is chapstick>

CE: What the.....

MHJ: With all that ass kissing you are doing, don't want to get chapped lips

<kz walk away laughing. Evans glares at them in anger, throws down the chap stick, takes a few steps toward kz, then thinks better and walks away>

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is WALKING QUICKLY~! through the Hallway of Random Encounters and nods to a Ninja Cam. Suddenly, we hear this over the PA System...*

Apr 20, 2009 7:25:28 GMT -5 @madc said:

C
So you DEA bunch, go ahead and jump me from behind agin,

DM: 'K

*Davin closes on Chad Madison and BLASTS him in the head with the rebar, which sends Madison crashing to the floor. He appears unconscious, but clearly Davin doesn't care, as he pulls Madison up and DESTROYS him with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER ON THE CEMENT FLOOR!*

DM: *fakes tipping his hat* Thank ya kindly.

*Davin goes back down the hallway, whistling a happy tune*

*fade*

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<kz are walking down the hall past GM the Rick's office when the door opens and Rick pokes his head out and points at Moose>

GMtR: YOU! IN HERE! NOW!

MHJ:<to LD> Lemme see what he wants, I'll catch up in a few

<They bump knuckles and LD continues on his way, Moose heads into Rick's office>

MHJ: What?

GMtR: Sit down

<Moose plops down in a chair and looks annoyed>

GMtR: Just to inform you, you are being fined $100,000. It will be taken from your checks over the course of the next several months

MHJ: For.....

GMtR: Throwing fire

<Moose sits and contemplates this for a moment>

GMtR: You know the rules. They are no different for you than they are DEA or anyone else. You threw fire, you will be fined. It's not up for debate, its not open to discussion. Just thought I would let you know.

MHJ: I do have one question

GMtR:<looking up> What?

MHJ: What is the fine for the second offense?

GMtR: Half a million, why?

MHJ:<standing and getting ready to leave> So I know how much to save for the Aussie barbecue

<Moose leaves>

GMtR: Asshole

[mooseheadjack]

Zane Myers returns from the Hollywood Park Big Brothers Big Sisters facility and heads down a hallway, running into Chris Evans. "Lionheart, a word?"

"Sure, ... Zane, right?"

"Just so you know, Cowboy and I have been dealing with DEA members longer than you've been wrestling. Stay out of the way. " Myers storms off.......

.... and walks into the Starwood Hotels DEA Suites to find Moreland & Darling still laughing at OOWF-TV "I'm not a man prone to violence. but I'd recommend you cease the cowardly attacks on my friend Cowboy. " He points at AD first"You I expect it from" then turns to DM "But you are a former World Champ. I find myself dissappointed."

Myers leaves the room quietly before either man reacts

[mooseheadjack]

*Stank is walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters where he passes Zane Myers without even looking his direction. A few moments later Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling come walking toward him.*

Stank - Sup?

DM - Nothing much.

AD - Stank.

*Stank nods and points over his shoulder in Myers direction, continuing to walk, as he passes by Run DEA without further incident. Moreland and Darling exchange a look, shrug their shoulders, then contiune onward stalking their prey. Stank walks further down the hall in the opposite direction and stops short of GM TheRick's office, as Moosehead Jack walks out of it, chuckling to himself... until he sees Stank standing there. The two men stare daggers into one another.*

Stank - I should murder you where you stand.

MHJ - You're welcome to try.

Stank - As much as I would like to, Outback Jack would hate me for it.

MHJ - Hmmph. How's his face?

*Stank clenches his fists and advances toward Moose, but before the big man can get too close, GM theRick sticks his head out.*

GMtR - DON'T even fucking THINK about it STANK! Get your ass in here! We need to talk!

*Neither Moose nor Stank move.*

GMtR- NOW LUCAS!

*Stank glances over Moose's shoulder at Rick, then back at Moose. Moose throws his hands up and backs down the hallway. The camera fades as Stank walks towards Rick's office, not taking his eyes off of Moose.*