OOWF Midweek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Tag Round 1

[mooseheadjack]

www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=101503

<MHJ leaves the GM's office with a piece of paper in hand, seconds later GM The Rick is seen posting the lineup on the door to his office, the camera focuses on the sheet of paper>

OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournamnet
Round 1

Donovan Viper & UnderDawg vs. Attitude Adjuster & Beast
Endo & Morte vs. Harper Camby & Tommy O'Neil
Outback Jack & GatorBait vs. Johnny Adrenaline & LD Williams
Moosehead Jack & Concrete TG vs. Niles Anderson & Blade
FF Capslock & Stank vs. Mark Vander & GimmickMan
Semaj B & Thim Reynolds vs. Hellion & Corax
Microplay & JW Westgaard vs. The Dragons
Brad Smoley & Smark vs Revolution XX

Non-Tournament Matches

3Piece Set vs. Chris Alt & Canadian Dragon - OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Firechild vs. TBD

<the Rick turns to the camera and speaks>

"Ax, Cole, I WAS going to give you the night off, I was. But since you two seem to be big on threats, not only do you defend the titles against Alt and Dragon this week, you will defend them every week of the tournament, and you WILL defend them against the winner at the winner's chosing. If you refuse to defend the title, you will be stripped of the titles and sent to OOOVW. Our legal team is looking into this as well. Have fun kids."

[mooseheadjack]

****out of character****

very interesting...CTG and MHJ as a team...thats fucking lethal for themselves and whoever they fight

[mooseheadjack]

< MHJ comes out of the Rick's office, gathers the rest of the Establishment & Co. and heads to the AYUFF locker room. Moose barges in, Concrete, Beast, the Dragons, AA and Semaj all jump to their feet ready for a fight.>

MHJ: Whoah, whoah, whoah, calm down ladies, that's not what we're here for. I am here to talk to Concrete. Ok 'Crete, since you probably have not seen the lineup for the OOWF Tag Tourney, I am gonna spare you the surprise, you and me are partners.

CTG: WHAT! There is no way in hell I am teaming with you.

MHJ: My friend it looks like you don't have a choice. This piece of paper right here says you and I are a team. But, just so you don't get any ideas in your head of taking a chair upside my head...again, there are a few stips. If you attack me during the tournamnet, at any point, you will not recieve ANY title shot, World, Tag, or Intercontinental for one year.

CTG: What about you?

MHJ: I'm getting to that, if I attack you during the tournamnet, I have to be your lackey for one year.

CTG: You are insane, there is no way I agree to that.

MHJ: You don't havea choice, it's already done. Think carefully about your actions. Trust me.

<MHJ drops the piece of paper, Concrete snatches it up reads it then crumbles it up and throws it to the floor>

CTG: DAMN IT!

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG paces around the locker room a moment before turning back to MHJ)

CTG: You realize this isn't gonna work.

MHJ: You don't think so?

CTG: I know you'd love to knock my block off right now.

MHJ: As if you wouldn't do the same?

CTG: ........

MHJ: (smirking) I think we'll have to cooperate for a little while.

CTG: (snout to beak with MHJ) I'm gonna make something pretty clear on this one, then. I better not have any of your boys doing your dirty work, or I'll have THEM for lackeys for a while, how's that?

MHJ: So to make it fair, if any of YOUR brood decide to do you a favor, they lose their title shots? (looks specifically at Beast)

Beast: (snarls back at MHJ)

CTG: ........ deal. Unlike you I'm a man of my word.

MHJ: I keep my word, Concrete... and I promise you once this stipulation has lifted, I'll be sure you'll return to your reserved bed at the local hospital.

Trust me

[mooseheadjack]

*Camera cuts to SFJ#7 and Canadian Dragon*

SFJ#7: "So how do you feel about your chance at the tag titles?"

CD: "You know it's funny. Some people fall of a cage once and their famous. I've been DDT'd through a cage, chokcslammed through a cage and ring...I've hard barbed wire around my neck...and I've broken more tables then anybody else. And I'm teaming with Chris Alt in a meaningless tag match?"

SFJ#7: "Now to be fair most of the matches you just mentioned were matches you lost..."

*CD grabs the mic and knocks down SFJ#7*

CD: "You think I don't know that? Do you realize that if I hadn't of had to jump from the top rope through a table Donovan Viper never would have won the world title? Do you realize that if it hadn't been for my stealing Microplay's belt that we wouldn't have had the three stages of hell...trust me, I have paid for my sins dearly. And know it's time for others to pay..."

*Dragon drops the mic and delivers a Dragon kick out of nowhere to the cameraman. The camera cuts out as we hear the SFJ#7 screaming.*

[mooseheadjack]

Meanwhile, back at the AYUFF lockerroom, Attitude Adjuster picks up the crumpled piece of paper and stares at the matchups. It doesn’t take long for AA to get bug-eyed at the results.

AA: Hey, Beast (tapping him on the shoulder).

MHJ: (smirking) I think we'll have to cooperate for a little while.

CTG: (snout to beak with MHJ) I'm gonna make something pretty clear on this one, then. I better not have any of your boys doing your dirty work, or I'll have THEM for lackeys for a while, how's that?

AA: Dude, Beast, check this out!

MHJ: So to make it fair, if any of YOUR brood decide to do you a favor, they lose their title shots? (looks specifically at Beast, who’s about to hit AA)

Beast: (snarls back at MHJ, then snarls at AA)

CTG: ........ deal. Unlike you I'm a man of my word.

AA: Beast, dude, check it out. We’re going to win the tournament!

AA shoves the booking sheet in front of Beast. Beast sees the first match: Viper and Underdawg vs. AA and Beast. Beast has a bad look in his eyes.

AA: Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. You just knocked off the Dawg, and, well, you know I can beat Viper any time I decide is right, so the first round is ours! And from there, who’s gonna beat us, right? I mean, I know we had our differences, but I think you now realize I’m the better wrestler and frankly you’ve dealt with it well. So you just keep doing your thing with Dawg and I’ll take care of Viper, and dude, we’re gonna be tag team champions! This is so sweet. I love to new GM! Concrete, isn’t this cool?

Concrete is still staring at the door MHJ just left through. Concrete slowly turns toward AA, absolutely bewildered.

AA: Oh, um, Concrete, yeah. Umm too bad about the Mooseheadjack thing. I trust you’ll be able to work it out.

[mooseheadjack]

The 3 Piece Set are standing on top of skyscraper enjoying the view.

C: This is pretty cool, amazing new heights, just like the amazing new heights we’ve brought to the Tag ranks of the OOWF.

A: That’s absolutely right. But do you know what gets me?

C: Do tell?

A: We’re about to come Hollywood stars in the new James Bond movie, were the hottest thing in wrestling today we get all the chicks we want.

C: Oh yeah.

A: and are Wallets are so thick you could beat fully-grown elephants to death with them. But now we’ve got some Dayton Internet Jack off giving us threats.

C: You’re gunna strip us of the titles, look Ricardo the only thing to that’s going to be stripping around here are your daughters or Girlfriend, Wife or Sisters for us the 3 piece Set!

A: Maybe even a Milf. We don’t have to defend the belts next week.

C: Once every 30 days Lil’ Ricky. That’s the Rules of the OOWF.

A: Send us to the OOOVW shit, it would be the first time in history that pissant league would draw a crowd. It would be mostly be Groupies but paying groupies.

C: With the real wrestling fans lining up around the block for a chance to see the greatest team in history wrestle!

A: The Hart Foundation are gunna be there?

C: No, us dude.

A: Oh yeah us.

C: Look Alternative Dragons or what ever the hell you silly bitches are called next week at mayhem bring some reading material, because you won’t have a match for the Titles.

A: Ricketman bring your legal team if you want we’ll bring ours.

C: It mainly consists of Female Nudie Lawyers.

A: Best thing you can do Reck is to go back to your Dodgers verus Diamond Back game and let the professionals worry about the in ring product!

A helicopter being piloted by supermodels in bikinis comes into view over the skyscraper

C: Well our ride is here, we’ll see next week if we can be bothered.

A: most likely in 29 days when the titles are due for defence.

C: Al right girls you know where the naughty hellfire club is.

The Helicopter flies off

[mooseheadjack]

*under the arena, GatorBait and OutBackJack have showered, collected their personals, and are headed for their pimped-out Subaru Outbacks when they pass by the postings for the Tag Team tourney.*

GB: I'm sick and tired of these blind bloody refs costing us our matches!... sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands...

OBJ: Yeah, mate... it's not EXACTLY what I had in mind, though... I was thinking of launching a full protest with the new commish about how we've been screwed over lately... I was gonna demand some replacement refs...

GB: it doesn't matter, though, Jack... they're all the same... and just like anybody else who gets in MY way of victory, the outcome will be the same... but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know...

OBJ: *chuckles*... HAH! that's a good one, mate!... are you gonna CHOMP every ref in the OOWF?!?

GB: if that's what it takes, you bet your Goldberg-lovin' ASS...

OBJ: oh... sorry, mate... didn't mean to get you all riled up there... i've seen the sadistic things you've done in your past... and even here tonite, just look what you did to Endo... man, i haven't seen you snap like that since the beer-bash brawl we were in at that bar in Canberra during the 1997 Rugby World Cup...

GB: *gets the same sadistic grin on his face as he stares off into space*

OBJ: I think that's the fire we've been missing, though, mate... we haven't made people fear us like they should... but I think you just took the first step... *looks at tourney posting*... Looks like we've got Jackie Morphine and Lady William in the first round of this tourney...

GB: *still with the possessed grin... grabs the camera guy, forcing a closeup shot*... Williams, Adrenaline... you have yet to experience what I am capable of... this is just the first stepping-stone to my transformation, but you won't be the last... when all is said and done, don't hate the Gator, HATE THE BAIT!!!

*GB Pushes the camera down, and we fade to black as we get a wobbly shot of the arena ceiling*

[mooseheadjack]

F.F. Capslock is backstage talking to Moosehead Jack.

FFC- So what do you know about this The Rick guy?

MHJ- Well he WAS some internet wrestling writer, but somehow he's shown up here. And he's threatening to derail everything I've set up for myself here.

FFC- Want me to make sure he...y'know...stay out of your buisiness? Maybe he suffers a terrible case of Van Door Poisoning?

MHJ- No no, well, not just yet. Don't do anything 'till I tell you. I'm still working all this out. I'll let you know if I need you to pay our new GM a visit. Trust me.

FFC- Yeah, you bet.

Capslock starts to leave. Then stops and turns.

FFC- Oh yeah, I just wanted to say, y'know, if we end up facing each other, no hard feelings when we beat you, right?

MHJ- What now?

FFC- We're both in the tournament. I just wanted to make sure you won't hold it against me when me and Stank win the thing. It'll be fine. Trust me.

Capslock leaves with Jack glaring at him.

[mooseheadjack]

The 3Piece Set sneak up the GM office and tear down the Tag Team Tournament line up and replace it with another.

A: Man I hate randomly thrown together tag teams.

C: I agree they need proper names.

The 3Piece Set sneak off.

The New Line up.

OOWF Tag Team Tournament for turds.

Week 1 – Round 1

The no chances in Hell vs The Silly bitches 2.
The uncoordinated Transvestites vs The Friends of Tag-team Jobbers
The Tag-Team Jobbers vs The Silly bitches.
The Masked Silly bitches vs The lil’ Ring Boyz.
The losers vs The Big Ring Boyz
Ricky Ricardo’s favourite team vs Ricky Ricardo’s least favourite team.
The Sega Boyz vs The Nintendo Boyz
A team without HardBody Harris vs A Team that might but might not have HardBody Harris.


Some morons in singles competition

The Canadian Silly Bitches sit around and do nothing while the tag champs party with hot babes in the Caribbean

By order of the General Equipment Manger
Ricky Ricardo Jnr.

[mooseheadjack]

The AYUFF lockerroom is still buzzing with the news of the pairing of Concrete TG with Moosehead Jack. A look of dread crosses Semaj's face as he takes the opportunity to look at the match-up listing. After quickly scanning the sheet of paper, Semaj smiles.

CTG: What are you smiling about Semaj? Do you think that it's funny Moosehead and I are teamed up?

SB: Not atall Concrete, in fact I can't imagin 'aving to work with that arsehole. I'm smiling for two reasons, one: I'm teamed with Thim and two: we're not facing you and Jack at Midweek May'am. I wouldn't want to beat one of my own mates this early in the tournament...

CTG: Semaj, you and Moosehead have some unfinished business and Thim is involved too, I know you guys are just waiting to take Jack apart. Just remember the stips, no one in the AYUFF can touch Moosehead until after the he and I are out of the tournament.

SB: Don't worry, I won't lay a finger on Jack until after you two are done in the tournament. I can't say anything for Thim though, I mean 'e's not a member of the AYUFF, there's nothing you could do to stop 'im if 'e decided to go off and take Moosehead down.

CTG: I don't know about that just yet, let's see how the new GM wants to run things around here first.

SB: As you wish, right off though I'm going to ring Thim and let 'im know we're facing the former champions Hellion and Corax.

[mooseheadjack]

*Chris Alt is WALKING down the hallway when he passes by Concrete TG*

CA: Hey, 'Crete, what's the good word?

CTG: Good word? Do you realize who I'm teaming with at Mayhem?

CA: Yeah, I saw that... This The Rick guy hates you or Moosehead Jack. I'm not sure which, yet. But he hates one of you. But hey, look at it like this... if you two can actually coexist, who in the hell is going to be able to stop you?

*CTG shrugs disinterestedly*

CA: Well, besides me and Dragon, of course.

*CTG looks at CA with a raised eyebrow*

CA: But I guess we'll find out after this tournament is all over *as CA talks, the camera pans slightly out behind him and Canadian Dragon stands behind CA, arms crossed and scowling* when Dragon and I are defending our newly won tag team championships. *CTG makes a subtle "look behind you gesture"* Why are you pointing behind-- *turns and sees CD standing behind him* Oh. Hey man, what's goin on?

CD: Let's just get a few things straight. I don't give a damn about the tag team championship and I don't give a damn about you.

CA: Hey, look... I have higher ambitions than the tag team belts, too, but any kind of gold still looks great on a resume. And really... who'd be a better tag team partner than me? We're a lock to beat those idiots in 3 Piece Set. And face it, Dragon... it's a new regime around here. Hardbody Harris is gone, and The Rick apparently decided you're worthy of being paired with the interim #1 face in the OOWF, the purveyor of prime time, the--

CD: Maybe you didn't hear me. I don't give a damn about the tag team titles, and I don't give a damn about you. And you are no Harris.

*CD stomps off*

CA: What's with him?

CTG *shrugs*: Some people...

CA: I think someone's still a little bitter about eating a loss at Mayhem a few weeks ago.

CTG: *clears his throat loudly*

CA: He's still standing behind me, isn't he?

CTG: Uh huh.

*camera pans back out and CA stands nose to nose with CD*

CA: I thought you had already walked away.

*CD glares and finally leaves, for real this time*

CTG: And you thought the era of wacky mismatched partners who hate each other died with Russo.

CA: Who the F*ck is Russo?

*end scene*

[mooseheadjack]

Harper & Tommy are at an Irish Pub sharing a beer.

HC: Cheers (mugs clink), We are going to be awesome in this tag tournament. Our first match is against Morte & Endo

TO: Who the 'ell are those buggers?

HC: Some skinny pasty freak who eats rats and some Mortis ripoff. I'm thinking a good left hook, domintaro combo and we are back here drinking in 5 minutes.

TO: I'll drink to 'at

[mooseheadjack]

This is a paid for announcement from the OOWF Tag Team Champions.

Ax: Good Evening, as many of you know next week begins the OOWF Invitional Tag Team Tournament. The reason for this is simple. Every team that has faced us since we have become champions have failed miserably and the new GM Rick must figure if he can get a team to win 3 or four matches in a row in a tournament he can fool the people into believing they are a threat to the OOWF tag titles and therefore he'll get a better buy rate at the next PPV.

Chris Cole: In reality, the winners will only have there hearts broken and we will be back to where we started which is 3 Piece Set as the OOWF Tag Champs with no credible competiton left. But for those of you who still have dreams of making your way through this tournament and challenging us we do have a message for you. You see before you 2 men and we are The 3 Piece Set.

Ax: You know a lot of the teams are randomly generated. Do you trust your partner? Who amoungst you could be a mole? When you have your backs against the wall will your partner be there for you?

CC: And to the "Established Teams", Can you REALLY trust your partners. How many times have you and your partner tried climbing the ladder of success only to be driven back by us? Could your partner possibly be considering the "If you can't beat them, join them strategy"? Just some tidbits for all of you to think about heading into the first round. And if by some chance your team makes it out of the tournament intact you will be meeting 3 Piece Set and your hopes and dreams will be killed. Now enjoy the tournament. We will.

This has been an announcment from the OOWF Tag Team Champions, 3 Piece Set. The opinions of 3 Piece Set do not reflect the opinions of the OOWF or its advertisers.

[mooseheadjack]

Scheme Gene: Outback Jack, I think your fans may be surprised by GatorBait's new attitude. You guys have been fan favorites, you've got the endorsements...
*holds up can of Foster's* "It's Australian for beer, mate"... and then GB chomps a man off the entrance ramp? What's that all about?
OBJ: Did you even watch the match? I've been hit with more foreign objects than you can count, but never before with a bloody taser! You can't blame my partner for losing his temper just once.
SG: But he's done things like this in the past, hasn't he? Roll the tape!
*grainy footage follows showing a montage of GB inflicting hardcore mayhem, much of which is pixillated by censors*
OBJ: Hey, he had some issues after the Toledo incident. I know about his hardcore stint in Japan. He got it out of his system. So what?
SG: Maybe. But what about this footage from when the 2 of you got yourselves banned from Korea in 96?
*Scene of OBJ holding opponent in position for piledriver, then GB comes off top rope to add momentum, camera then pans to show fans rioting*
OBJ: Look, we always try to follow the rules. But there are times when the refs don't enforce the rules, and we can only take so much before we snap. Besides, the Double Dingo Driver hadn't been banned in North Korea.
SG: You were in South Korea at the time.
OBJ: Whoop-di-damn-doo, Gene. I think the fans understand our actions, but at the end of the day we've gotta do what we gotta do.
SG: I'm not going to let you off the hook with that answer. I have more footage...oh, GatorBait, welcome to the set of Confidentialish, it's, um, it's great to have you here.
*GB walks onto set, staring down Scheme Gene, who backs away from his desk*
SG: Hey, pal, I hope you're not upset about the footage the new GM downloaded, I mean bought, for the show.
GB: Why should I be upset? I'm an honest man. When I was a rookie I was all about chain wrestling and high-flying and all that nice stuff, but I've taken some walks on the wild side since then. But I have a feeling you'll still be surprised at what you'll be seeing soon. Not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
*smiles at the cowering SG, walks off with OBJ, who turns back saying "This interview is OVER", opens the can of Fosters, and dumps it on SG

[mooseheadjack]

<The noise in the club is near deafening, but thats the way its meant to be. Rockers, young and old fill the place, hot little rock chicks all over the. Nice way to spend an evening...>

Firechild steps out of the bar (out of character, but he's looking for someone), sees Zak Wylde and exchanges pleasantries for a few seconds, until something catches his eye.

Ax & Cole, the 3 Piece Set, the reigning OOWF Tag Team Champions, are lounging in a booth, the tag belts on the table, and a bevvy of busty groupies all over them like flies round manure.
Unimpressed, Firechild wanders up it and goes a bit like this...

FC: I bet you guys feel pretty big right now, with your little note on the GM's door and your little announcement. Feeling pretty damn clever about playing mind games with the whole roster...

Cole: Yeah, pretty much. Whats it to you? Now, understand, we've got reputations to uphold and we can't be seen giving valuable time up to a wannabe nobody like.....

[Firechild pushes the half drunk Cole back down onto the couch, Cole spills a half magnum of Jake Danielson whisky all over his oh-so-tight jeans]

Cole&Ax: Hey!

FC: Now listen here shit-for-brains, I'm not offended by you taking the piss out of the entire roster, I'm not offended by you winding up the GM. Hell I'm not even offended about you calling me a moron in singles competition...

Ax: So what the freak is your problem...

[AX & FC go nose to nose, and the tipsy Ax stumbles back under the intensity of FC's blue-grey stare]

FC: You pair of wasters are my problem. I come into the OOWF, trying to make my mark, and I see, as the reigning tag champions, a pair of loud mouthed, crude, womanizing, hard drinking assholes.

-pause-

FC: Now thats all fine. But you guys are an embarrasment, to rock, and to wrestling.
You're all mouth and no motivation, I mean for Tallica's sake, at least find a hispanic bloke to be your third guy and start moaning about your daddy and at least catch up as far as the nineties.

You stick it to the man, for no reason better than you think it's cool, with the most puerile, adolescent crap. You're like the freaking Beastie Boys.

You act like you're Motley Fucking Crue and swan about in your stretch and helicopters, with these cheap tarts fawning over every fucking word, and it's an embarrasment.

You guys don't rock, and from what I've seen, you can't wrestle, so maybe you'd better feel lucky that the Rick decided NOT to put me in the tag tournament.

You guys make me sick, and hey, maybe I'll find myself a partner and see how nice those tag belts look around the waist of someone who is FOR REAL and not some goddamn ageing MTV director's wet dream...

Ax: Screw you, rookie!

[Axl swings at Firechild, who steps back, calmly lifting the young lady off the table as Axl crashes into, tipping the rest of the Jake Danielson over himself, and landing face down in Cole's crotch]

FC: Looks like you guys better slow down, you wouldn't want it to Fade to Black.....

[Firechild walks off, with the lovely dark haired chick in tow. He pauses a few yards away, strikes a match and says,]

FC: You'd better learn not to play with fire, boys....

[He tosses the match onto the big puddle of whiskey, setting, it, the booth and Axl & Cole up in flames, then stalks off with the hottie]

[mooseheadjack]

(Moosehead Jack and Johnny Adrenaline are walking down one of OOWF's numerous hallways)

JA: So what's the deal with you and Concrete teaming? I thought you hated the sumbitch?

MHJ: I do

JA: so, um, then what are you doing?

MHJ: Look Johnny, Concrete beat me in that match at MADNESS, he is one the verge of cracking. What better way to get under someone's skin than to force them to team with you?

JA: True, I mean we teamed together once, so I know EXACTLY what you are talking about.

MHJ: <glaring at Johnny> What is that supposed to mean?

JA: Nothing man, nothing, chill, it's just, you are evil man.

MHJ: Thanks for the compliment.

JA: Don't say that, now you sound like that other tool

MHJ: Look, don't worry about what I sound like, after MADNESS Attitude Adjuster is still going to be gunning for your title.

JA: Please, I have no doubts that I can beat that guy, I have no intention of getting bogged down with one person in an endless feud like some people <another glare by Moose> beside, after I beat Attitude, I will have beaten every pretender to the Intercontinental title, I will be the Greatest Intercontinental Champion ever!

MHJ: <Moose stops> woah, hold up there Johnny, you certainly have beaten a whole slew of contenders, but take a look at who the top contender is, I'll fill you in, it's me, Moosehead Jack, #1 contender to the Intercontinental title, and #3 is LD Williams, so before you shoot your mouth off too much, stop to think for a second.

JA: <getting loud> hey, I will defend this title against anyone, I am not afr...

MHJ: Calm down Adrenaline, I don't want your Intercontinental title, not now anyway, although I can't speak for Williams. Look, we made an agreement, as long as the AYUFF is still around, your title is perfectly safe from me, and everyone else. Trust me

<Jack walks away leaving Johnny staring for a moment>

[mooseheadjack]

The Rick is sitting in his office when a messenger brings him a memo. It is from 3 Piece Set's legal team.

To The Rick, GM of OOWF

Due to a mishap at a local Night Club 3 Piece Set suffered second & third degree burns and will be unable to compete for 28 days.

Let me also remind you that my clients have a clause in their contract prevented titles from being stripped due to injuries less then 30 days. Per this stipulation my clients will need 4 weeks off active duty but will be ready and able to defend said titles at the next PPV. They will still be required to report to work and you can have them in non-contact skits or as guest commentators.

If you have any questions contact me at 845-555-1548.

Sincerely

Aaron Dewie
Dewie, Cheatum, & Howe Law Firm

[mooseheadjack]

*MHJ walks into the Establishment locker room to see Niles warming up.*

MHJ - What's your problem these days?

Niles - well, I just lost my first match in singles competition. I think that's reason enough to be upset.

MHJ - this has been going longer than that. You've been pissy at me, you haven't been readily available for the Establishment and now your openly showing contempt for Viper.

Niles - he's not one of us.

MHJ - but he has been warming up to us lately. This might bridge the gap between us and the Ministry, which would make it much easier for us to finally get some gold in our ranks.

Niles - personally, I think it's you copping out to the competition because you don't think any of us have what it takes.

*MHJ gets right in Niles face.*

MHJ - or maybe I'm strategically placing us into a favourable position so that we won't need allies down the road. You've got to remember, I let you into the Establishment. I've been behind you since day 1. Even if the match you lost is the only excuse you have for being pissy, YOU made the decision to bar everyone from ringside. And I respected that. So you can quit your bitching and start shaping up.

Niles - <pissy tone> fine.

*MHJ gets up to leave*

Niles - oh Moose.

*Moose turns to face Niles.*

Niles - I'm in the Establishment, but I'm on my own side. And I noted we have a match tonight.

MHJ - what's your point?

Niles - don't think for a moment I'm gonna lay down for you because you think you're in charge here.

*MHJ glares at Niles and then turns and leaves.*

Fade to Black

[mooseheadjack]

Backstage at the arena, Firechild is strumming away a few nice riffs, when his mobile phone goes off.

He checks it, a txt message from someone in the GM's office staff.

He laughs, and puts the guitar down.

He stretches, walks over to the hi-fi and puts on a little relaxing Slayer.

'Pussies' he says to himself.

He looks thoughtful for a moment, then notices the dark haired hotty, leaning against the bathroom door, looking seductive in one of his old hoodies.

'Hey sweetcheeks, I gotta go, will you be OK? Theres some musle rub in my bag if you need to work out a few kinks before I come back.'

'I think the GM wants to see me.....'

[mooseheadjack]

(camera is in GM the Rick's office as he reads the memo, the Rick looks irritated and turns to the camera)

"ok it is quite easy to see why this company was in trouble. 3Piece Set, you have already annoyed me, you don't get it, I just want to run this company, drink my sweet, sweet, whiskey, dream of my Georgia girl, and watch the Yankees. But now you forced me to get involved.

The memo say you have third degree burns thanks to Firechild. If you think a memo gets you off the card, forget it. You better have a team of doctors here to prove the severity of your injuries. Also, you contract stipulates that the titles are to be defended once every thirty days, thiat is true, however read the fine print, it also says that said contracts can be terminated if the the employees sustain a non-wrestling related injury due to their negligence, and last I checked, carousing at some two bit dive was not part of your contractual obligations. Also you might be interested to know that the OOWF medical coverage does not extend to injuries sustained beyond the workplace, or it's immediate vicinity. So, think about that. You two are about two seconds away from being fired from the OOWF. The way you handle yourselves in the next few days will tell whether you have gainful employment or not.

<about this time Firechild walks in>

And you, I am not sure what the hell your problem is, I know you are new and want to make your mark, thats all well and good, but your actions crossed the line. So, as of right now you are on prOObation, another stunt like that and you will be terminated. And, since you decided to set the tag champs on fire, causing them to miss Midweek Mayhem, you will now be in a 3 Way Dance with Chris Alt and Canadian Dragon at this week's Midweek Mayhem. NO GET OUT OF HERE!

<camera fades to black>

[mooseheadjack]

Camera in The Rick's office a day after the memo was delivered. Another package comes to the Rick. Inside is some forms, a letter, and a video tape.

The Letter:

To The Rick

We are putting together this package in good faith to show you that we can still be a valuable part of this show even with our injuries that will keep us out of active duty for 4 weeks. Enclosed is a medical report from the staff at Gunn Barrell Regional Medical Center. It chronciles the injuries we have sustained. Also you will notice a video. This is a great video package that Ax & I have put together. I hope that this will help allieviate the viod left from the fact that we will be unable to compete. We understand the situation you are in and will work with you as best as possible to deliever a great product week in and week out. If you need guest commentary for the OOWF Tag Team Invitation we have great verbal skills.

Sincerely
"The Main Event" Chris Cole

Rick flips through some of the medical forms and then puts the video into a nearby moniter.

VIDEO PACKAGE

OOWF logo and 3 Piece Set logo flash on the screen and then Queen's "We are the Champions" begins.

"I've paid my dues, time after time"
- Shows footage of Ax and Cole slamming into the Barbed Wire Cage against Harris & Gimmick

"I've Done my Sentence, but commited no crime"
-More footage of bloody cage matches against Hellion & Corax

"And Bad Mistakes, I've made a few"
-Footage of Harris putting 3 Piece Set into a birthday cake.

"I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through....On and On... and On "
-footage of Ax and Cole comeback against Hellion & Corax finishing with pinfall win at Home Sweet Hell

"We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions "
- Shots of immediate celebration plus multiple celebrations with the titles including backstage with groupies

"No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world - "
- Shows Hellion & Corax bloody and beaten on the ground

"I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it
-
I thank you all - "
- Shots of the brutal series of matches with Hellion & Corax and also with Harris & Gimmick

"But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose - "
- Notable highlights include Corax's crucifiction and a brutal chairshot to Harris by Cole while he was pinned between the steel steps and the ring

"We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world - "
- Shots of Harris & Gimmick being carted out of the ring on a stretcher, another of a brutal chairshot from Cole to Gatorbait's head and then an arm cover by Ax for the win, another shot of Harris tapping out to Ax's figure four.

Closing shot is Ax and Cole in the ringholding up the OOWF Tag Team Title!!

End video.

[mooseheadjack]

[Johnny Adrenaline is WALKING down the hallway, dressed to hit the town, Intercontinental Title over one shoulder, pulling his golf bag behind him. And he's singing...]

JA: And I can't fight this feeling anymore... I've forgotten what I've started fighting for... And if I have to crawl across the floor... Come crashing thru the door... Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

[Johnny stops at the General Manager's office, clears his throat, and knocks on the door. Before anybody answers, Johnny walks in. The Rick is sitting at his desk, feet propped up, watching the Reds/Cardinals game.]

The Rick: [watching TV] Did I say you could come in?

JA: Johnny Adrenaline, Intercontinental Champion, nice to meet you, too.

The Rick: Excuse me, but Griffey's hitting with one down in the ninth. [to the TV] Oh, come on, don't walk him! Pussies. ..... Oh, NOW, you're going to the bullpen...

JA: Junior ain't done nothin' since comin' to Cincinnati. Look, I know you're the man in charge here, so I figured you'd be the guy I need to talk to about my standing here in the OOWF.

The Rick: [turns away from the TV] They're brining in Isringhausen and he'll be warm in about two minutes, so make it quick.

JA: Well, it's my understanding that the Intercontinental Champion is ALSO the number one contender to the OOWF World Title. So I was wondering if I could, ya know, cash in a title shot?

The Rick: Sure you can...

JA: Great! I knew I had a good feeling about you.

The Rick: ...but not anytime soon.

JA: What?? Why not?

The Rick: Because I saw your match at Madness, and your performance against Attitude Adjuster just was not that of a worthy World Title contender. In fact, I believe you got yourself intentionally disqualified in order to retain your title. And I just HATE finishes that don't accomplish anything. So this is what we're gonna do instead... I know both you and Capps are tied up with the Tag Team Tournament this coming week, so two weeks from now, live on Midweek Mayhem, Attitude Adjuster is going to be given a rematch for your IC Title.

JA: What kind of crap is that? I've got other contenders to deal with! He had his chance!

The Rick: Well, he's getting another chance. And I see you got your golf bag with you now, and that's great. Because on Midweek Mayhem, April 13, for the Intercontinental Title, it's gonna be Johnny Adrenaline versus Attitude Adjuster... in a Country Club Death Match! Any and all golf equipment is legal to use in the match. We'll put a fully stocked golf bag in each corner. A flagstick on each ringpost. We'll even make the mat green for the match. Last Man Standing rules. May the best man win. What do you think? It ought to be fun.

JA: Country Club Death Match?? What kind of sick and demented mind do you have, man?

The Rick: Hey, I could've put you in a Totally Loaded Cell match! You want that? Huh? Country Club Death Match. This is YOUR kind of match. You should be thrilled.

JA: Hold up. Wait a minute. Me and L.D. are gonna be in the second round of the tag tournament that night. I can't defend my title that night. Or the week after that for that matter. I'm booked up.

The Rick: Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Adrenaline. But in the case that you DO advance beyond the first round of the tournament, I tell you what... you'll just wrestle twice that night! Now be gone, the game's back on.

JA: But...

[The Rick turns back to the TV, and Johnny is left in frusrated silence and walks away.]

[Johnny Adrenaline, still dressed to hit the town, barges into the Establishment's locker room, where Moosehead Jack is changing out his light bulb.]

JA: Oh sure, the new GM's gonna be great...! My ass, Moose! You know what just happened to me?

MHJ: Adrenaline, why are you getting all pissy, storming up in my locker room?

JA: I just got booked into a Country Club Death Match! [speaks slowly for added emphasis] A Country Club Death Match!! What kind of stuff is this Rick guy smokin', man?

MHJ: First off, it's not what he's smokin', but what he's drinkin'. And second... [Moose just laughs]

JA: Yeah, you sit there and laugh. It ain't funny, man!

MHJ: I just find it somewhat amusing that you can't get along with anybody. Stop flipping out about every little thing. You can't just go in there and run down his Reds and expect him to hear you out. Just butter him up a little, he'll come around. Trust me.

JA: You said it's what he's drinkin'?

[Johnny does some quick thinking and then leaves.]

[mooseheadjack]

(MHJ finishes changing his lightbulb, then turns to the camera man)

So, Concrete, has it sunk in yet? Have you really realized what you are doing? Here you are, Mr. Self Righteous, someone who denies the truth that lies within, someone who fights the urge to free the part of him that thrives on carnage and blood, forced to team with the one man who can bring that part of you that you try to keep hidden so badly out for the world to see.

Think about it Concrete, since you have been here in OOWF you have crossed paths with a whole host of superstars. You have fought Adrenaline for that Intercontinental title, you defended against Williams, a demon from your past in Alan Capps comes back to haunt you, but that is short lived. Who here has pushed you harder than anyone else?

You know the answer, but will you admit it, again? It came from your own lips Concrete, in a rare moment of introspection you thanked me for pushing you and making you a better Intercontinental champion. But it doesn't stop there Concrete. My goal is not to push you to make you a better champion, my goal is to bring out the true Concrete TG.

So after our match, when I caught that glimpse of the TRUE Concrete, I thought. I spent the night in the foulest hellhole I could find, and I thought, what can I do, what more can I do to chip away at that carefully constructed persona you give out. I could beat you bloody, I could hound you until you finally break, I could inflict physical pain on you that you have never imagined before in your life. But then it hit me.

What is the one thing that consumes you more than anything? What is the one thing you desire more than the very breath in your body? Gold. You crave being a champion, be it world, intercontinental or........tag. So see Concrete, this is the deal, if you want gold, if you want singles gold, forget it, you will never see it as long as I am alive. No, my friend, if you want gold, you are going to have to win it with ME as your partner.

Think about it Concrete, you and I, more alike than you ever want to think, chasing the tag gold. When we win it, I will take you to my side of life. See Concret the only way we are going to win this is on my terms. You are going to have to let go if you ever want to have that gold around your waist again. Think about it, all you have to do to gain your precious gold is to let go. It will be an easier decision than you ever though possible.

Trust me.

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG is at the gym, taking out his frustrations on the lat pull machine).

Moose, I'm not sure where you're coming from on this "real Concrete" business.... apparently you don't watch much video of my previous work.

Rare is the time I strike out in anger and bloodlust, and it takes a LOT for that to happen.

It's not something I use on a daily basis, and I certainly don't need to be using it to claim gold. I didn't need it to become Intercontinental Champion, I won't need it to win the tag titles.

Unfortunately, there are times that you'd rather see me "cut loose" than just simply cooperate.

I know how good you are, Moose. You know how good I am. Together, we're a force to be reckoned with - and that is before we even turn to our respective groups of allies for assistance, your Establishment and my AYUFF.

(CTG pushes harder, and the weights slap down with each rep)

I won't be dictated by you. You're not my boss, my coach, my trainer or my father. There's no room for your brand of "winning" that can't be accomplished on raw talent and trained ability.

(the weights slam in place as CTG stands up)

We're doing this my way. You can come train with me if you like and see how the other half lives.... if you ever get out of the basement.

(CTG grabs the bar and slowly pulls it down with one hand)

Remember my words.

(without letting go of the bar, CTG lets it falls back in place, weights slapping hard and echoing in the room)