OOWF Home Sweet Hell PPV

[mooseheadjack]

OOWF Home Sweet Hell PPV
LIVE! From Dead Horse, Alaska

FF Capslock & Stank vs. Brad Smoley & Smark
Morte vs. Semaj B. vs. Blade
LD Williams vs. JW Westgaard
Attitude Adjuster vs. Endo - Submission Match
Revolution XX vs. Outback Jack & GatorBait
Mark Vander & GimmickMan vs. The Dragons
Niles Anderson vs. Thim Reynolds
Chris Alt vs. Hardbody Harris
Hellion & Corax vs. 3Piece Set - OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Johnny Adrenaline vs. Concrete TG - OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Beast vs. Donovan Viper - Alaskan Street Fight for the OOWF World Title
Canadian Dragon vs. Microplay - Hell in the Cell
UnderDawg vs. Moosehead Jack - OOWF Invitational Finals


Card subject to change (but probably not) if you want stips, let me know by Friday night

[mooseheadjack]

Chris Cole and Ax-man are with SFJ#45

SFJ: Well you guys get a third crack at the OOWF Tag Team Titles at Home Sweet Hell. What are your thoughts?

Ax: It's hard to have thoughts when your head gets crushed between 2 friggin chairs you dumb bimbo.

CC: Hellion, Corax, you got us last week and we got you the week before. The way I see it we are tied at one match a piece. We need to have a clear winner after Home Sweet Hell so what do you boys say to a No DQ match. This way we know the chairs are in play and there can be no excuses when we take those titles.

Ax: Chairs, Tables, bats, hammers, nails, tacks, lighters, saws, its all legal baby and paybacks are a bitch. Damn, my head still hurts.

CC: I got some excedrin in my locker, you'll be good as new in no time.

Ax: Good, I'll need to be able to focus for my upcoming movie role.

CC: By the way, I have the perfect role for me and it doesn't involve sombreros. My don't I play the villian who turns one of the Bond chicks, I'm not some two bit secondary villian. I'm the Main Event for a reason dammit.

Ax: I'll give the producers a call and see what they can do. Until then time to get with the groupies. God I love groupies.

Ax slaps SFJ's ass on the way out.

CC: That gold is ours. Bring your A Game, because you'll need it.

[mooseheadjack]

L.D. Williams walks into the General Manager’s office and finds Moosehead Jack.

LD: “You know, for somebody who isn’t the General Manager, you-“

MHJ: “Shut up.”

LD: “Right. Look, I just saw the line up for the PPV. Westgaard again? Haven’t I beaten the crap out of him enough?”

MHJ: “Is he still breathing?”

LD: “Well, yeah.”

MHJ: “Then you’re not done yet.”

LD: “Why did Johnny and I make a deal with you again?”

MHJ: “You know why.”

LD: “Right. How about stipulations for the match?”

MHJ: “What do you want?”

LD: “Well, no DQ, at the very least. Other than that, whatever you like. But no ‘Hockey-Stick-on-a-pole’ or any of that crap. Just let me hurt him and get it done.”

MHJ: “Trust me.”

[mooseheadjack]

cut to locker room

JWW faces the camera with a wild look in his eys and slowly says

"Williams....you want no dq? Fine, I don't care. .... you want to hurt me....fine....you want your boy johnny, and those scheming Establishment bastards to be able to join in on the beat down?....fine ....Until now you've ducked me, an attack here, a tag match there...but Sunday....on Sunday you have to fight me one on one and vengeance will be mine.
I know how you boys opperate, strength in numbers, well if Andrenaline wants to stick his nose in to the match, trust me it will get broken...maybe i'll return the favor from Antoine and break his pencil neck too, same goes for the Establishment."

"Williams, prepare for a war because no matter what you throw at me, I WILL NOT BE STOPPED. You're gonna have to kill me to keep me from beating to you within an inch of your life."

[mooseheadjack]

Smoke rises from the ring as the lights go out. A familiar "Bong Bong Bark" can be heard in the arena. When the lights return and the smoke clears, The UnderDawg stands in the middle of the ring:

"Moosehead Jack. The leader of the Establishment. Your little group of nitwits have been nothing but a thorn in the Ministry's side. All your threats of running the industry have shown to be idle. With your old leader abandoning ship, two of your drones being sent packing, and not a single OOWF championship belt in your stable's history. Yet look at the Ministry. My children have brought nothing but GOLD and SUCCESS to my legion. Your group, including YOU Mooshead Jack, have been good at nothing but failure, and a few random beatings.

"But you don't know what a beating is, Moosehead Jack. You've been the one lucky bastard in that crew of idiots not to have suffered a beating at the hands of my Ministry. But this weekend, at Home Sweet Hell, in the coldest, cruelest, and most deserted section of these United States, you will truly know what a beating... no, a massacre, is. And I will be the one to deliver.

"Your troops follow you because you seem strong, determined, but most of all you seem fearless. After I take you through the bowels of Home Sweet Hell in the depths of the great doghouse, you will know fear, and you will.... rest.... in.... meese.... Trust me."

[mooseheadjack]

<camera cuts to the back where MHJ is watching UD’s promo on a monitor>

“rest.... in.... meese.... Trust me”

Well, that’s real clever ‘Dawg, you are able to rhyme words with peace, how clever of you. But really, is that all you got? That’s the BEST you can do? You compare your ragtag group of Ministry morons to the Establishment. That’s a joke. Sure the Ministry holds the gold in OOWF, but if you had been paying attention instead of running off and leaving OOWF like a coward, or playing patty cake with that idiot Brad Smoley, you would know that the Establishment’s main focus is not always titles. It is fear.

Titles are nice, but fear is what brings respect in this business. You ask around, do you think anyone actually fears the Ministry? Hell no. Those pretty boys Hellion and Corax wouldn’t strike fear into a troop of girlscouts, and Viper, well we have all heard the rumors about him. But you, you are the worst. You make me sick. Times get a little tough, you drop a match, and you run off and hide, poor me, poor UnderDawg, I lost a match. The Establishment thrives on fear. You may not respect us, and we don’t care a bit, but you damn sure better fear us. We may have lost a few members, but that is simple growing pains and bad luck. The fact is, right now, the Establishment is stripped to the bare bones, and more dangerous than ever. That, my friend, is something you will soon find out.

Well, I guess after this Sunday, after I beat your sorry carcass all over the ring and leave you bloody and beaten in the middle of the ring, that will be the last we see of the UnderDawg for awhile. Run off with your tail between your legs and lick your wounds. This is the first time our paths have crossed, you have never met anyone like me. I told Chris Alt this, and the same applies to you, you don’t have what it takes to beat me, you know it, I know it, but most importantly your Ministry flunkies know it. When I break you, how can they look at you as their leader?

This Sunday, be ready, after I crush your soul, and destroy your body, you will rest….in…..pieces.

Trust me

[mooseheadjack]

A cameraman catches up with L.D. Williams:

“Well, well, well, little Westgaard has a temper, does he? Good to know. Let’s get something straight J.W. The attacks and tag matches? That’s my way of being nice to you. I’ve given you a chance to survive, but you just don’t want to take it. At Home Sweet Hell, in a no disqualification match, you will learn first hand why sadistic animals like Moosehead Jack respect me.

No matter how tough you think you are, J.W., no matter how angry you are, it will not be enough. You say that I’ll have to kill you? That’s pretty much exactly what I’ve got in mind. But before you move on to join Cutter, or to meet your maker, for a brief time you will accept the same advice the entire OOWF will eventually take…





Fear Me.”

[mooseheadjack]

*SFJ#13 is standing beside Canadian Dragon*

SFJ#13: "CD, how does it feel to be heading into this weeks PPV having the number one selling item in the OOWF PurchaseZone?"

*CD grabs the mic away from SFJ#13*

CD: "You think I care about that? Have you not heard a single thing I've said you worthless mic stand?"

*CD pulls out a legal document from the OOWF*

CD: "Do you know what this is? This is my contract with the OOWF. And I know reading is hard for you sweety, but if you look at the bottom it says the contract expires April 1st, 2005. And you know what since money and greed seem to be the only thing people care about...then allow me to send a message to the higher ups here in the OOWF."

*Camera zooms in on CD's face."

CD: "If the OOWF expeects me to resign with them, then at next month's PPV, I will get a World Title match. I don't care if it's against Viper, or Beast, or Harris, or Jack, or Underdawg. I will get a title match...and I will win the OOWF title and make the belt mean something."

SFJ#13: "Ummmm, Dragon...I'm pretty sure either UnderDawg or Mr. Moose gets the next title shot when they win the OOWF Invitational Finals..."

*CD lifts up his swanky long-sleeved t-shirt to reveal that he is wearing the OOWF title belt around his waist*

CD: "See what you don't understand is that neither Moose or Dawg wants me leaving the OOWF with this belt. So it's simple...either they use their match making abilities to get me a title shot...or they'll be seeing me show up elsewhere wearing this belt."

*CD walks away as SFJ#13 looks confussed*

[mooseheadjack]

*Chris Alt is standing by backstage at Home Sweet Hell in his street clothes with SFJ19. His face is a lumpy, swollen, bruised mess and his forehead is a zig-zagged map of stitches, but his expression looks just as determined as ever*


SFJ19: Chris Alt, you had an impressive showing against Moosehead Jack this last week, never actually technically losing your match. However, your friend and former tag team partner Carl Coolname threw in the towel for you, and Moosehead Jack advanced in your place. Sunday night at the the pay-per-view, it's going to be you going one-on-one with the other runner-up and NUMBER ONE FACE IN THE OOWF HARDBODY HARRIS. What's going through your mind right now?

CA: Let's get one thing straight. I like Hardbody Harris. I'd even consider him a friend. I still remember my first night here in OOWF, after Carl and I won our debut match, all the other veterans in the back completely ignored us, but Harris went out of his way to congratulate us. I have nothing against Harris, and the idea of having an actual athletic competition as opposed to fighting a maniac who just wants to carve me up is pretty appealing right now. Don't get me wrong, Hardbody... just because I'm cool with you doesn't mean I'm not going to give my all to defeating you tonight, because my long term goal here is still to take the OOWF World Championship. But I'll shake your hand before that match, and win or lose, I'll shake your hand after that match.

SFJ19: You just mentioned that the World Championship is one of your long term goals. What are your short term goals?

CA (face darkening): The Establishment.

SFJ19: The Establishment?

CA: Yeah. It's about time someone put an end to their reign of chaos, and I've got a bit of a vested interest in taking them down. You're right, Moosehead Jack DIDN'T beat me. He COULDN'T beat me. He WON'T ever beat me. But before I go looking to settle the score with Jack, I've got another crusty little bastard to deal with-- Niles Anderson.

SFJ19: Well, we did see the Specimen horrifically assault you last week with a chair. What happened with that?

CA: Hell if I know. I'm walking down the hallway, I hear footsteps behind me, and before I can turn to see who it is, I'm cracked in the head with a chair and I wake up hogtied in his locker room, getting plastered in the face with a chair. That's real manly of you, Niles. Too bad you'd never have that kind of courage in a face to face fight. It's alright, though, Specimen, the Doctor of Step, soon to be the Doctor of Got Beat Like a Redheaded STEPchild. I'm calling you out, pal. We'll see how tough you are when you can't jump me from behind. I respect Thim Reynolds issue with you and I'm staying out of your match tonight, but I'm challenging you right here and now to an ambulance match. You name the time and place, Niles, I'll be ready for you. You got the scrotes, chump? Come on. You and Jack think it's cute to put me in an ambulance? Well now you can see what the other side lives like. And after I'm done with Niles, I'm coming for you, Moosehead Jack, cause we have some unfinished business. Welcome to prime time, Establishment.

SFJ19: Chris, what about what happened with Carl Coolname throwing in the towel for you? Do you have a score to settle with him, as well?

CA: Nah. Carl was trying to be a good friend and watch out for me. Friends make mistakes sometimes and part of being a friend is being able to forgive and forget. Look, friends are a rare commodity in this business, and I can't be angry at the kid for trying to watch my back. He knows I've got his, too. There's no issues with me and Carl. But I've got an ambulance with the Specimen's name written all over it.

*Alt storms off*

[mooseheadjack]

F.F. Capslock is standing on top of his trademarked VW Microbus.

FFC- "Is this all you think of me OOWF? Jerking the certain at Home Sweet Hell? Well maybe that's all you think I deserve, but I plan to prove to you why I should be HEADLINING that damn Pay-Per-View! But Its okay, I've been teamed with Stank, who, like me, is undefeated, making us the ONLY undefeated tag team in the OOWF. I certainly caught me a marlin with Stank. And to the pittance of opponants OOWF has led to us like lambs to the unholy slaughter that will be Home Sweet Hell- Smark: I've already shown you what I can do. Brad Smoley: What a joke! You are up against a combined 13 Feet 6 inches of destruction, a total of 731 pounds of devestation. You better request your funeral plots now, you better make sure your wills are in order and, most importantly, YOU BETTER WATCH YOU ASS...BUDDY!"

[mooseheadjack]

Attitude Adjuster and Concrete TG are watching the promos from last week’s Midweek Mayhem. FF Capslock is on the mic.

: FFC- "Yeah, I won the match. I beat the Beast! Yeah, I'm still gonna hit him with the VW, why?...But I really want to!...Okay, I understand, you just want me to go to the next arena then?...alright, fine...Yeah yeah yeah, I trust you."

AA: “I trust you.” Concrete, you think?

CTG: I think so.

AA: That’s what I thought. I think I have an idea. Where’s Beast?

AA leaves the locker room looking for Beast.

[mooseheadjack]

Stank is WALKING. Approaching him is Smark.


Smark: Phew! I could smell you down the hall. I heard you were pretty strong but I had no idea they meant your stench!

Stank: Hey! That's just my Stank! The same stank I put on your woman a minute ago when I accidentally bumped into her.

Smark: What woman?

Stank: That woman walking up behind you now

Smark: That's Brad Smoley. My tag team partner

Stank: Brad? That's a funny name for a woman.

Smark: She's a He you twit!

Smoley: Phew! I smell. Someone get me a bottle of Bod, quick!

Stank: Naw. I think my Stank smells goooood on you. Smells like gravy. I like gravy with my biscuits.

Smark: Why doesn't the E acknowledge Ric Flair's 22 title reigns?

Stank: Whut?

Smark: And you know Batista will never break through Triple H's glass ceiling.

Stank: Whut?

Smark: And don't you think it's time that Benoit got another World title reign?

Stank: Whut?

Smoley: (hanging his head) Ignore him, please.

Stank: ...Okaaayee.

Smark: Sorry. I can't help it.

Stank: Wait-a-minute are you two supposed to be me and FFC's opponents at Home Sweet Hell?

Smoley: What of it?


Stank laughs and walks off camera followed by a cloud of Bod spray Smoley just accquired.

[mooseheadjack]

<in a darkened room, MHJ sits in a corner>

Chris Alt. You think just because you barely survived our match that now you can run with the big dogs here in the OOWF? I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, sure you gave me a decent match, but in the end, you were a beaten man. See Alt, maybe I didn't pin you, maybe you didn't submit, normally I would be upset about that, but not this time. See this time, I beat you so bad that you couldn't quit on your own, you had to have someone throw in the towel for you. Probably the smartest thing Coolname has ever done in his life.

So before you go acting like a big shot and challenging the Establishment, remember this, I walked out of that match. On my own, no help. How did you leave the ring Alt? C'mon, you remember, staring up at the lights, paramedics all around you. You remember when they strapped you to the stretcher, kind of like old times huh Chris, kind of like all that time you spend in the hospital as a kid. REmember that long ride to the hospital? Remember wondering if you would still havea career? I warned you, I tiold you to stay out of my way, I told you what kind of a beating you were in for.

Alt, I am warning you, because you might have a future in the business one day. You keep throwing out challenges to the Establishment, you keep antagonizing me, and I guarantee you, you won't.

Trust me

[mooseheadjack]

[Johnny Adrenaline is WALKING down the hall towards his locker room, obviously in a good mood, because he's singing...again.]

JA: She's an easy lover... She'll get a hold on you believe it... Like no other... Before you know it you'll be on your knees...

[Johnny walks in to find L.D. Williams on a cell phone.]

LDW: Yeah...... okay..... sounds good..... great. click

JA: What's up?

LDW: It's on.

JA: Good, just what I wanted to hear. Did you know that Westgaard is blaming YOU for the cancellation of the NHL season?

LDW: Westgaard is a moron. By the time I get done with him at Home Sweet Hell, he'll be begging for Dale Hunter to come kick his ass. Hey...and how about you, Mr. Adrenaline, the NEXT Intercontinental champion? You gotta be pumped, man!

JA: All I can say to that is...it's about time. I lose the title because I get food poisoning, then lose the rematch because Concrete got lucky for about a 45 second span of time. And I'm just NOW getting another one on one shot? What gives?

LDW: Johnny, chill out, man. You know, I know it... when we go to sleep sometime in the wee hours of Monday morning, everything will be right again. EVERYTHING.

[fade to black]

[mooseheadjack]

AA sees a recently created hole in a wall and finds Beast on the other side.

AA: Beast. Hey, Beast, just the guy I was looking for. Look, I have a proposition for you. You’re not going to be able to pass this up. Check it out. (Beast looks annoyed, but turns and listens.)

Look, you got screwed fighting that FF Capslock guy, and he seems to have something going on with Mooseheadjack, who I just happen to have an issue with. Do you see where I’m going here? Tag team, Beast, tag team! We’d wipe the mat with those two goons. Now I know you’ll have a bit of difficulty with Fapslock, but that’s where I’d come in. After I render Moosehead useless, I’ll just come over there and help you finish off Lockcap. It will be easy pickings!

Yeah, I know you have this world title match against Viper at the PPV, and if you can get the job done THIS TIME, I wouldn’t mind tag teaming with the new OOWF Heavyweight Champion. I know you wouldn’t need the rub as much with the title, but still, I’d help you out by teaming with you.

So what do you say, Beast, huh? We’d make a great team.

(Beast decides against strangling AA. Instead, he walks through the nearest wall.)

AA: So you’re in, right? All right! AA and Beast, tag team extraordinaire. Boy, Beast is lucky to have me around.

[mooseheadjack]

[Johnny Adrenaline comes out of his locker room wearng his brand new Johnny Adrenaline - Rush Hour sweatshirt, available at the OOWF PurchaseZone, and is still in a good mood, singing as usual...]

JA: We gotta hold on to what we got... It doesn't really matter if we make it or not... We got each other, and that's a lot, for love... We'll give it a shot... ohhhhhh... We're halfway there...

[Johnny's slightly off-key singing gets interrupted by Sexy Female Journalist #109, looking for a word with Johnny.]

SFJ#109: Johnny, do you have a minute?

JA: A minute. An hour. A day. A lifetime for you, honey.

SFJ#109: You seem mighty confident heading into your Intercontinental Title match at Home Sweet Hell. Any particular reason why?

JA: Confident? I seem confident? I don't seem confident. I AM confident! I'm gonna waltz into Alaska, probably freeze my ass off, but I'm bringing the Intercontinental Title back to the coniferous 48 with me.

SFJ#109: Don't you mean "contiguous?"

JA: That's what I said.

SFJ#109: [rolls eyes] Well, you've never defeated Concrete in a straight up one on one match.

JA: Oh please...I won the first fall of the Ironman Match. And the second. AND the third. So he got lucky. I am the better wrestler, and this Sunday, I'm gonna prove it. One on one, this Sunday, Concrete, you're gonna lose. As a wise philosopher once said..."Trust me."

[Johnny walks off and SFJ#109 is left in silence.]

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG is watching the promo on the monitor)

I trust, Johnny, that you and me are gonna have a hell of a match.

But I was thinking - you know, you an me, a straight up match might not cut it.

Tell you what I'm gonna do - Name the Stip. You an me, let's blow the roof off. This is a Pay-per-view match, dammit, I want to EARN these peoples' money.

(CTG straps on his PurchaseZone shirt, which matches the yellow-green on his tights)

I know it doesn't matter what you'll be throwing at me.....

(CTG walks over to a coffee maker and pours a cup o joe into his signature mug)

Cause just like this right here (Toasts with the mug) This Concrete Don't Crack.

[mooseheadjack]

[Johnny Adrenalie is walking down the hallway again...STILL singing...]

JA: And I would walk five hundred miles... And I would walk five hundred more... Just to be the man... That walked a thousand...

[Somebody pulls Johnny behind a vending machine mid-chorus, and the camera pans around to find Moosehead Jack.]

MHJ: Adrenaline.

JA: Hey, I was singing...

MHJ: That wasn't singing.

JA: Well, I...

MHJ: Word has it that Concrete wants you to nut up and put a stipulation on your big Intercontinental Title match at Home Sweet Hell.

JA: Hell, anything that piece of garbage wants, I'll...

MHJ: Johnny... You talk too much. Let Concrete run his mouth for once. Trust me.

[MHJ lets Johnny go and leaves, leaving Johnny shaken and confused.]

[mooseheadjack]

SB and Thim ARE STANDING! next to the match list for HSH.

TR: Why are we in singles matches this week?

SB: I requested to 'ave a singles match this week. I e-mailed our general manager and said that I wanted a my own match this week. 'e wrote back that 'e already had made up the card and that there wasn't space for you and I to 'ave separate matches, but that 'e would try and squeeze me into a match and give our tag space to you.

TR: Why do you want a singles match? I know that we got beat last week, that we had our asses handed to us, but you know that we have the Establishment's number. We can take them apart.

SB: I'm sorry mate, I just don't think so. It's time that I finished my mission 'ere. I'll be 'appy to 'ave your 'elp, but I think that our time as a tag team is over.

TR: It doesn't have to be.

SB: Whot are you talking about? I mean we make a good team, mate I'm not saying we don't, but after that beating I took at the tag match I'm not sure that I'll be 100% for 'ome Sweet 'ell and I wouldn't want to cost you a match, to get out of our tag match I have to pay the price and be in this Triple Threat, but at least I can pay Morte back for this lump on my 'ead. 'sides you've gonna 'ave your 'ands full with Anderson, best concentrate on that.

TR: Well, I have been waiting to crush Niles, but I want you to know that I'll be at ringside for your match too.

SB: I won't need your 'elp. I think that I can 'andle them on my own.

TR: Certainly, but I think I'll be there anyway.

[mooseheadjack]

*Camera fades from black to a close-up of the OOWF world title*

CD: "For each and every wrestler who has a passion for this business, there is but one goal...to become wolrd champion and wear the world title belt around his waist. Now Viper, you may be the champ, and you may have the belt around your waist, but I know you have an empty feeling inside. See, this belt still says 'Microplay' on it to this day."

*Camera zooms in on the nameplate*

CD: "And we all hear the talk. About how once Beast beats you he will come after me for the belt. Or about how Microplay dreams of regaining the belt that has his name on it. When you walk the halls, you hear about how Moose wants the OOWF title to belong to the Establishment...and how he will beat me to a bloody pulp if that's what it takes."

*Camera fades to black and then comes back to show the title is gone. In it's place is a close-up of a safe.*

CD: "See, every wrestler has a dream. But for you Viper it's a nightmare. You are the champion, but you still follow orders. Even though you worry night and day about keeping your title, you're constantly told to do what's right for The Ministry, because what's right for them is right for you. But is that true?"

*Camera fades out and in again, this time showing Canadian Dragon sitting on a desk. Canadian Dragon picks up a pile of papers and reads it*

CD: "See, this is one of many contract offers that has been offered to me. And if I go, so does any chance you have at seeing the OOWF Title Belt EVER again. So ask yourself what's right for you and if UnderDawg will make the sacrafice needed for you to get what you want. Will he make the match between you and me? I know Moose will...not because I trust him, but because I know of his greed and lust to be the man to finally be the Champion to regain the belt."

*Dragon puts down the contract offer and looks directly at the camera.*

CD: "I know what you want Viper. I know what you need...I know what's best for you is a match against me. And come Wednesday at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem you will know if you can trust Underdawg to do what's best for you."

*Camera fades to black.*

[mooseheadjack]

*Outback Jack cuts a promo on a set with no props, for a change*

OBJ: Gator and I were screwed out of the titles last week, and we continue to have the tag titles kept away from us by the powers-that-be! Revolution XX, prepare to pay the price. After Gator puts the Chomp on you, you had better hope that you get counted out before I get to put the Croc Hunter on either of you, because I'm in no mood to break any holds until I damn well feel like it.!

*shoves camera and walks off set*

[mooseheadjack]

Viper is watching Canadian Dragon's promo in the monitor.


V: Blah blah blah, I told you I don't give two shits about your belt, so suck my dick bitch.

Camera fades out.

[mooseheadjack]

*Niles is backstage getting stitched up by Sexy Female Doctor #31. Mooshead Jack and Endo approach Niles.*

Niles - you see the BS I have to deal with? I got Thim Reynolds on one end and Chris Alt on the other. Both are calling me out.

MHJ - don't worry, the Establishment has your back Niles. We take care of our own.

Niles - Oh, I know that full well. Good thing you were out there to take care of that first chair shot and save me from getting stitches. Oh wait, you weren't.

MHJ (snaps back) - Watch yourself, Niles. I don't like that tone. You won the match, didn't you? And who helped with that?

Niles - Fine. I'll keep quiet for now. I just want to avoid these discomforts. It's hard to convince people you're 100PM when you've got a crapload of stitches in your head from a beating you took. At the very least, add a stip to my match with Thim.

Endo - How about a rat on a pole match?

*MHJ and Niles just stare briefly at Endo for a second. Conversation resumes as normal.*

MHJ - Name it and I'll see what I can do.

Niles - An Ironman match with hardcore rules. Thim can't run with me in endurance. That's why they call me the Specimen. And he sure as hell can't run with me when it comes to beating the hell out of someone with any form of weapon. See what you can do.

MHJ - I'd be careful with that tone. You don't give me orders.

Niles - Consider it a request then, oh fearless leader.

*A moment of tension between Moosehead Jack and Niles ensues.*

Endo - who calls you the Specimen anyways?

*The tension is broken as Niles is taken aback by this question.*

Niles - uh... you know... They do.

Endo - who's "they"?

Niles - just they... shut up.

*Fade to black*

[mooseheadjack]

<Moose meets up with Niles in the back>

MHJ: Niles, got some bad news for you.
Niles: Now what?
MHJ: I tried getting you the stips you wanted, but the GM wasn't interested, he said it had to be a straight up match.
Niles: That's bull, you just don't want to give me the match, everyone knows you are the...
MHJ: Dammit, how maany times do I have to tell people I am not the GM? I know who he is, but at the moment, I can't say, or else he will get all pissy and I don't need his crap. And, you ought to know, if it WERE up to me, you could have Thim in a freakin sword match if that's what you wanted, get rid of that idiot and move on.
Thim: What are you talking about?
MHJ: Damn Niles, I think Thim has smacked you one too many times with that chair. Look we have issues with the AYUFF to dal with, and that's all well and good, but the Establishment is behind you 100% to go get that World title.
Niles: yeah, you mentioned that.
MHJ: That's right, you grab that world title from Viper and Endo and Morte take out those clowns Hellion and Corax, and then the Ministry is out of the picture, we can focus on destroying the AYUFF.
Niles: Yeah, they don't stand a chance!
MHJ:<moving close to Niles and talking in a low voice> and Niles, I respect you, I expect the same in return, if you ever order me around like that again, you and I are going to have problems.

Trust me.

<Jack walks away leaving Niles staring>

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG has parked his motorcycle just outside a gym. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to go inside just yet).

hmm.... I thought I would have heard something by now from Johnny or Moose. I know those two make it a hobby of putting me in the hospital, so I don't see.....

(CTG's cellphone rings, the distinct tones matching his entrance music)

CTG: (pulls it out of his gym bag) Hello? what...? No stip yet, huh? No, I am not crazy. Look, Johnny and Moose don't even WANT me in the OOWF, and they know that the AYUFF can take down the Establishment if can get our shit together...... I'd rather know now, but ..... oh come on, I don't care of they put me in a Caribbean Barbed Wire Spider Web Double Hell Glass Crush Kenzan Death Match... how the hell should I know what that is, I read it on the back of an FMW box.... fine, if he doesn't want to name the stip til the PPV, I'm good with that....right. Thanks AA, keep an ear on it.

(hangs up)

CTG: (shrugs) not my fault they know I'm ready for anything.