OOWF MADNESS PPV

[mooseheadjack]

F.F. Capslock is outside the arena.

"Thim Reynolds and Semaj Bondutahatachewbacca, you two have fallen to the two greatest forces in wrestling history- The Pride Of Fresno, F.F. Capslock and The Stinking Jewel Of Where-ever-the-hell-he's-from, Stank. First you, Mr. Bondutamochalatte. We lured you into the ring this Wednesday with you thinking you'd only be facing Stank, only to get a double dose of destruction. You walked right into our web, that honestly, wasn't even that hard to spin. Fooling a moron isn't that tough.

"And you, Thim Reynolds, the fallen hero. Beaten into submission by his greatness, Moosehead Jack, ran off to God-knows-where, and brought back to help your poor partner, the hapless victim of our brilliant ruse. And yet, even reunited again, you fall to my powerful maneuvers and Stank's powerful scent.

"Face facts, gentlemen, you crawl back into the ring with us again, you...will...lose. And it won't be a loss like these last two, you may get seriously injured next time or worse. Now maybe you oughta do yourself a favor, Thim and disappear again and you better take Semaj with you. You better just walk away and never look back. But if you want to stick around, I just have six words of advice for the both of you: you better watch your ass, buddy!"

[mooseheadjack]

## Semaj B and Thim Reynolds are outside the arena loading their kit into their rental car when they hear F.F. Capslock rouond the corner of the building cutting his promo. Banged up as they are they both simply shrug, get into the car and drive away . . .

TR: he's a bit full of himself considering how long he's been here
SB: well 'es kinda got a point, they did 'and us our asses in that match
TR: yea but come on. I only got here an hour before showtime and I'm still only at about 50% . . . and you, well it was a bit of a handicap match in the end. It's not your fault you couldn't take them both on
SB: Whoa there. What the 'ell are you trying to say Thim?
TR: no offence ment mate, I'm just saying that I wasn't all there this week and I didn't have your back the way I should have done. My bad . . . chill out man
SB: 'ow can you expect me to chill out when you're accusing me of failing? One week I get the 'ell beaten out of me trying to 'elp you. The next week you don't even bother to show up for a scheduled match and I end up in a real 'andicap match. And this week we both just blew it and got the crap beaten out of us by two green ass nobodies!!!
TR: LOOK! I was just saying. I was trying to appologise actually. I mean, if anything you should be appologising to me. Where the hell were you when I was being kidnapped?? I've spent a week in hell having god knows done to me, I'm not going to be fully recovered for another week or so and you're bitching at me about one loss!!
SB: You're kidding aren't you?? I was there. I tried to 'elp. I got stomped by the rest of the Establishment. There was nothing I could do. Really.
TR: nothing you could do except watch me getting dragged away with a chain around my neck. Thanks for nothing.
SB: OK, OK, you're right. We're both banged up. Let's just get a drink, something to eat and get back to the hotel for some kip.
TR: fine . . . how about this place. The Slug and Lettuce English bar
SB: looks alright.

## Thim stops the car and Semaj gets out but Thim hasn't turned the engine off yet.

SB: you OK Thim, we can park here you know . . .
TR: yeah I know. I just need some time alone. See you later.

## With that Thim guns the car and drives away, ripping the door out of Semaj's hand leaving him standing in the road, mouth open

[mooseheadjack]

SFJ32: Outback Jack, what's going on with the Team From Down Under?

OBJ: Ya know (am I old school or what )
I have to give JW Westgard credit. He is a man I can respect. But I don't know how Gator will respond. We both have a bone to pick with the young and the useless, Camby and O'Neill.

*The Beast crashes through the wall, saying "Hey, this aint Pismo Beach; I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albequerque*
Beast: Camby, dead! O'Neill, dead!
*crashes through opposite wall*

OBJ: I don't care very much. As long as the new GM lets me get a shot at one of those guys, or perhaps both in a tag team match, I'll be happy.

*GatorBait appears from the shadows (obtained cheaply from Mafia.Org)*

GB: You guys may be in trouble. Not that I'm telling you anything you don't know already.