MidWeek Mayhem (01/06) Live! From Sydney , NE

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Sydney, Nebraska

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

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Davin Moreland vs. Concrete TG

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Midnight Sons vs. Team Team

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Ravenna Blue

Outback Jack & Seamus McNasty vs. Moosehead Jack & Firewoman
LD Williams vs. Chris Evans

Card subject to Ndamukong Suh attack

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Zane Myers and Chad Madison sit discussing Midweek Mayhem as the credits roll from Naples Utah.

Chad: ..... and now with Larson hurt, who knows when he'll be back. I tell ya man, it could be our time to get back in and make waves

Zane: I'm not convinced you're ready to get back on the road all the time. The in-ring is fine. but week after week seeing her in the arena... I don't want you distracted

Chad: Man I'm READY! I'm over her. she's just another competitor I want to take down as we get our championships back.

Zane: You do tend to get distracted easily. if not Fire, the someone else will grab your attention.

Chad: Never!

Zane: Lauren Phoenix.

Chad: Damn.

(Kayfabe rushes in and hands Zane a continuity award.)

Zane: What's this for? No one else will remember that storyline anyway

(Kayfabe shrugs and leaves)

Chad: that was odd.... anyway. I have our hook. We were the Division Killers, now we'll come back to be Division Saviors!

Zane: That's horrible.

Chad:...

Zane:...

Chad:... Ok so it is. But we CAN go back, right?

Zane: Almost. Keep your nose clean a while longer and we'll talk about it.

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LD Williams enters Chamber V at the Sydney Arena. Stank is seated on the couch as he arrives. Stank stands and hands him an envelop.

LDW: What's this?

Stank: Take a look. Might wanna sit down.

LD gives Stank a look like he's crazy, opens the envelope and reads. He slowly sits down.

LDW: Is this for real?

Stank: Apparently. I asked Moose and said it is.

LDW: Everyone goin'?

Stank: Looks like. Firewoman insisted on bringing Jericho. I believe that has been okay'ed.

LD looks at the paper again.

LDW: Wow...just...wow.

Stank: I know.

LDW: I don't even know where this is.

Stank: Do you surf?

LD once again looks at Stank like he's crazy.

LDW: I'm Canadian.

Stank: Then I guess not. Hopefully there's some fine ass.

LD arches an eyebrow in agreement.

Stank: Jet will be ready on Friday. Make sure you're ready.

LDW: I'm always ready.

[mooseheadjack]

(Ecosystem and Tytan are walking through the Cabela's Headquarters in Sidney, Nebraska.)



Tytan: Why are there polar bear statues in Nebraska?

Eco: It's Cabela's. Hunting and fishing chain, across the country.

Tytan: How are you familiar with obscure US outdoor chains if you're from Japan?

Eco: I used to be Republican.

Tytan: Ahhh...

(Eco climbs on top of a polar bear statue. He hears a mufled yelp inside, and reaches in the mouth, pulling out--)

Tytan: A ninja cameraman?

NC: Hey y'all.

Eco: You're assigned to trail us for the day? (Ninja nods.) You want a candid statement? (Ninja nods again.) Then roll this.

(Eco lets go of the cameraman, who falls backwards into Tytan's arms.)

Eco: Spin, you want to tell us that we're failures? Then let us fail. You want to tell us that our record in two-on-two matches means nothing? Then don't hand us another win. You want to tell us we'll wish we'd never been born? Make us at least feel we shouldn't have come to work that day.

But Spin...if you want to protect your belts rather than defend them honorably...if you want to inspire in us righteous anger rather than fear...if you want to tell the world that you are the one who fears failure...then that chair across Tytan's back was the right message to send.

The funny thing though, Spin? It doesn't matter what message you or DH want to send. You try to swing a chair, we'll break your wrists before you can. You try to draw a countout, we'll break both your knees. Try to grab the referee to draw the D-Q, and we'll shatter every single bone in your fingers until you can't grip a cotton ball.

Tytan: Or in short..(Putting down the cameraman)...WE WILL BREAK YOU.

FADE

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Firewoman and Chris Jericho are WALKING~! through the halls

Y2J: Do you really think this is a good idea?

FW: New Year's Eve in a tropical get away? Um...yeah. Did I tell you how cold it was at the PPV?

Y2J: That was all you could talk about... despite the more important--

FW: Here we are...

Firewoman and Jericho enter GM the Rick's office.

GMtR: Ah, good to see you both. I have an idea for this wedding...

FW: The what?

Y2J: I think he means our wedding. We're engaged...

FW: Oh ... yeah...

GMtR: I've been talking to Vince's people, and I think we can work out a joint show, with matches between our OOWF talent and the WWE Superstars and --

FW: No Divas.

Y2J: Well, maybe--

FW: NO DIVAS.

GMtR: --culminating in the wedding in the ring, with WWE seated on one side, OOWF on the other...it'll be spectacular!

FW: Veto.

GMtR: Why?

FW: Have you even watched wrestling? Wrestling weddings NEVER end well. we'll probably just stop in Vegas.

Y2J: We could talk about it--

FW: That's not why *I* am here, Rick. I've been reviewing tape from my last Onslaught Championship match with Folz. My shoulder was up before the referee hit three. I've watched it over and over and over for hours...

GMtR: You have?

Y2J: Trust me. She has.

GMtR: You know...I have reviewed it too, and I think you're right. But you don't have a rematch clause and--

FW: I don't want a rematch, at least not for the title.

GMtR: Huh?

FW: You can make it a title shot if you want, but I just want another shot at Folz. I think I deserve that.

GMtR: Okay.....

FW: Folz pitched a Hell on Earth match before the HoE PPV and we got picked to be on teams, so we had to put that on hold. I think I'd like to --

GMtR: You WANT a match with Folz where the goal is to win by the other person passing out from blood loss? Are you serious?

FW: You're surprised?

Y2J: She's a very freaky girl.

GMtR: Well, I'll see what I can do....that it?

FW: One more thing...after that. I want the World belt. I want Darling.

Y2J: Veto.

FW: This doesn't concern you. I'm tired of him disrespecting me and not appreciating all I've done...all I've sacrificed...for his career.

GMtR/Y2J: Huh?

FW: I'll explain later. Right now, we have a plane to catch.

Firewoman and Jericho leave, and run into Ravenna Blue in the hallway.

FW: Nice. I'll take that.

Jericho goes behind Ravenna and gets her in a Full Nelson. Firewoman waits until she's woozy, then grabs her in pedigree position, and hits it onto the floor. She rolls her over and puts her foot on Ravenna's chest. A referee appears...

Winner and New DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion....FIREWOMAN

Firewoman find the ninja cam and looks directly into it as she puts the belt on her shoulder.

FW: This message is for all you Darlings out there....keep cheap-shotting me. That's fine. Not very facy, but whatever. The more you do it, though, the less likely it becomes that I give you any of the information you think I have.

She removes a handkerchief from her pocket, and shines up the DDT Belt.

Ask nicely, and you might get what you want. Nothing else will sparkle with me.

Firewoman drops the handkerchief on the still out-of-it Ravenna Blue, and walks off, arm in arm with Jericho. Jericho drops a piece of paper. The camera pans down to show a monogram of SDM on the handkerchief.

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On the flight from Utah to wherever, the Five and their guests are sitting in small groups. Jericho is talking with LD Williams about Canadian things, and just generally trying to avoid Moose. Moose is obliging and sitting next to Firewoman, who isn't as sedated as she usually is on these trips. Maybe it's the mimosas.

Poe: Enjoying the flight?

FW: No.

Poe: I have a favor to ask the two of you.

MHJ: Shoot.

Poe: Before my cage match against Mr. Moreland, I promised him I would help him find his wife.

Fire and Moose sip their drinks in silence, and just look at him.

Poe: The two of you have been dropping all sorts of hints and artifacts.

MHJ: We don't have her.

Poe: Then how...

MHJ: My sister, who has a better head for such things, recognized certain characteristics about the lovely Mrs. Darling-Moreland's disappearance, so she made a few calls. Her...uh.....

FW: "Friends."

MHJ: Right. Obliged her with information and a few trinkets to play with Mr. Moreland, as you call him, who appears to not give a damn that his wife is missing.

Poe: Well. I would appreciate it if you two--

MHJ: I had nothing to do with this....at first...

Moose and Fire smirk at each other.

Poe: If you two would contact whomever it is, and talk them into letting her go.

MHJ: I would, but really is more in Fire's realm of ... expertise? Experience? How 'bout it, Fire.

FW: What? Why? Fuck that....

Poe: Fire...

FW: Seriously, Davin hasn't cared, and the other Darlings have been nothing but threatening to me, when all they had to do was ask. I'm not doing it.

Poe: Moose, will you talk to her?

FW: I don't need to be 'talked to.'

MHJ: Fire....Lisa......make the call.

FW: NO!

MHJ: Lisa.......we've had our fun.....

FW: ....

MHJ: .....

FW: I don't even know that it'll work. I don't know why they snatched her, and I don't have any pull on this issue.

MHJ: .......

FW: FINE! I'll make some calls. But seriously, no promises. If they say okay, she'll be home before the ball drops.

Poe: Thank you.

FW: Whatever.

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Happy New Year Everyone!

Poe sits with Selena in front of him/in his lap staring out at the waves.

Poe: I guess it's New Year in the States by now.

SG: And it's freezing there. But here in the Maldives, it's beautiful. Sucks to be them. Rules to be us. Just like always.

Poe: 2009 was my year, wasn't it Goddess?

SG: Yup, and 2010 will be even better. Especially after this weekend.

Poe: Most definately. As time all time progresses, all things change. Lives change. Circumstances change. All things...change.

SG: Things change...got it.

Poe: 2010 will be an even more ruthless year for me. So be warned my OOWF comrades. It has only just begun.

Selena blows a kiss to the camera.

SG: Smile for the camera losers.

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SAMANTHA IS BACK!!

*Davin Moreland is, as he's done every day, is WORKING~! a bank of three phones with Moonbeam, trying to find Samantha, somehow. It looks like he hasn't slept in weeks, and still has bandages from the deep fryer/train/Stank. He also has his shiny, new Intercontinental Championship around his waist (where Championships SHOULD go), complete with the new "Davin Moreland" nameplate. Suddenly, there's a loud knocking at the door. Davin puts the phone down and answers it. It's Samantha Darling, who looks like hell, sleep deprived, a couple of bruises, but all-in-all ok*

DM: Um...Hi.

SDM: Hi.

DM: Where ya been?

SDM: Oh, you know, out.

DM: Uh huh. You ok?

SDM: Pretty much, yeah.

*fade to commercial*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOydrJgmO_k

*fade back in*

*Apparently Samantha has taken a shower and is sipping something hot. It could be Dunkin Donuts but there's no way it's just coffee. She at least looks better.*

DM: So?

SDM: So what?

DM: Where you been, man?

SDM: Oh that. Umm, well? Apparently I had some unfinished business with some of my old business partners in Japan.

DM: Uh huh. How much?

SDM: A lot.

DM: Why didn't you just pay them?

SDM: Well, they weren't really in much of a listening mood, if ya know what I mean. I spent a lot of time in the trunk of a car with a blindfold on. Plus they took a boat apparently.

DM: A boat? Seriously?

SDM: I guess.

DM: So, how did you get back?

SDM: I dunno, I was in a car trunk, and suddenly someone opened it and asked me if I had the money. I said "yeah", and then I had some transferred into their account a little later. I asked them what changed their minds...

DM: Yeah?

SDM: Said they got a phone call from someone from the the States they used to work with.

DM: Really?

SDM: I guess. Oh, we're gonna be short like $2 million when the accountant shows up next week. No big deal.

DM: Wait, WHAT?!?!?

SDM: Small price to pay to have your wife back.

DM: Dunno, $2 Million is a lot of money.

SDM: DAVIN!

DM: Ok, fine. Davin Moreland is happy his sweetie is back. By the way, look what I have.

SDM: I see that. Intercontinental Belt. took you long enough.

DM: Hey, I had to go through a deep fryer, stole a fucking scooter, got hit by a train and lost to Stank 2-0 in a best of three in about 28 seconds. Oh yeah, my wife was MIA too.

SDM: I was blindfolded in the trunk of a car for a month.

DM: Good for you. Are you square with them now?

SDM: Oh, hell yeah, they've got their money plus interest. They shouldn't bother us again.

*fade to commercial*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbRsAu-qvsE&feature=PlayList&p=D9690222244E108F&index=42

*fade back in*

*Samantha is asleep, and Davin sneaks out of the room throwing some clothes on (because he's not really a t-shirt and manpanties kinda guy). He heads toward The Chamber, and sneaks in unseen, and picks the lock of Firewoman's lockerroom. Surprisingly, she's alone, not sleeping or otherwise doing anything all that untoward. In fact, she doesn't look all that surprised.*

FW: Well, hello there.

DM: Fuck off. I didn't come here to play nice. Why did you have my wife kidnapped?

FW: I didn't.

DM: You lie.

FW: A lot, yes, but not this time...in fact...

DM: In fact, you made the right calls to the right people to get her back here, right?

FW: Maybe.

DM: Why?

FW: Cause there's less heat on my ass if she's here, ok?

DM: Bullshit.

FW: Ok, fine. Put it this way. Us? We're even now. A long time ago SOMEONE paid a multi-million dollar fine for me (CONTINUITY), and this was a way I could return the favor, ok? Now get the hell out.

DM: I should thank you, right?

FW: Whatever.

DM: Well, come here so I can shake your hand.

*Firewoman comes across the room and extends her hand. Davin takes it and shakes her hand. Suddenly, he violently jerks her arm, and delivers a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER in lightning quick fashion. Davin covers, and in flies Fall River's Own Angelo Barros to make the cover.

Your Winner and NEW Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion...Davin Moreland!

DM: WOO! I'm the gnarliest double-champ ever! And when you wake up Lisa? You're right, we're even.

*fade*

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(Davin Moreland walks right out of The Chamber...directly into an Ecosystem superkick.)

*POP*

(Moreland goes down. Ecosystem rolls over with the quick cover. Angelo Barros swings in, 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...Ecosystem!

Eco: Let Ecosystem tell you something, Davin Moreland. There can be only one...

(Eco throws back his head.)

AND ECOSYSTEM MEANS ONE!

(Pulling head back.)

Gnarliest double champ ever. And it's not you.

(Ecosystem walks off with his new belt when he runs into Chris Jericho.)

Eco: Chris?

Jericho: Huh, it's you Juni--how'd you get Lisa's belt?

Eco: Huh?

(Chris Jericho jumps on top of a nearby ladder and LIONSAULTS back on Eco. 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion...Chris Jericho!

Eco: Ow.

Jericho: Serves you right, you hypocrite! If I had a nickel for every time--

*SQUISH*

(BRICK~! has jumped from the ceiling onto Chris Jericho. He flails his arms for a bit, but can't get up before 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...BRICK~!!

BRICK~!: HA! Got you, Davin! Good plan, Eco.

Eco: That was Chris Jericho.

BRICK~!: Oh. Oops. I just saw the belt.

Voice: Davin Moreland is waiting for you though!

(Davin Moreland runs in and swings a haymaker at BRICK~!, promptly fracturing his hand.)

Davin: FUCK!

BRICK~!: You would think people would learn by now.

(Davin jumps up and dropkicks BRICK~! backwards on top of Ecosystem.)

Eco: FUCK!

(He jumps on top! BRICK~! is flailing! 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...Davin Moreland!

Davin: Woo! I'm the gnarliest double--*POW*

(Firewoman jumps off Jericho's body with a Poetry in Motion onto Davin, whose head bounces off BRICK~!'s body. Fire lies on top of all of them, 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...Firewoman!

Fire: Thanks dear.

Jericho: No problem...ow...

BRICK~!: Didn't you have a Plan C?

Eco: Oh yeah!

(Eco pulls out a little transmitter in his pocket, and presses a button. Suddenly the floor panel beneath them springs up, catapulting the pile of Fire/Davin/BRICK~!/Eco onto Jericho in reverse order!)

BRICK~!: Ow.
Davin: OW!
Fire: FUCK!
Jericho: FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!

(Eco is on top. 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...Ecosystem!

Eco: Woo-hoo! Let me go give this to Tytan--

(Tytan suddenly flies in and SPEARS Eco. He goes for the cover, 1-2-3!)

Your Winner and NEW DDT Iron Person Heavy Metal Champion...Tytan!

Tytan: Thanks buddy.

Eco: Ouch. You know, I was just going to give it to you.

Tytan: Yeah, but what fun would that be?

(Tytan and Eco scurry off while everyone else is trapped under BRICK~!)

Jericho: Fuck. How do we get him off?

Davin: Davin Moreland isn't sure.

Fire: Davin Moreland wouldn't be in the situation Davin Moreland's in if Davin Moreland hadn't been an ungrateful asshole.

Super Mario: ATTSA RIGHT!

(Fire, Jericho, and Davin turn to see Super Mario bounding up the hallway. He has grown from recent mushroom eating.)



Fire: Oh, not again....

SM: MARIO SMASH!

(Super Mario jumps on top of BRICK~!, stomping everyone straight through the floor into the boiler room...

...where Sherlock Holmes is holding a Fight Club.)



Holmes: So. The game's afoot.

BRICK~!/Davin/Fire/Jericho: WHAT THE HELL?

SM: MAMA MIA! ATTSA SPICY TURN OF EVENTS!

FADE

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***OOC*** It's clear that *I* am the gnarliest double champ ever. You were just the first, Eco.

[mooseheadjack]

**OOC: Oh no, sir. That was VOLTAGE. See: The Best OOWF Thread Ever

[mooseheadjack]

***OOC*** wasn't it "Voltage" by then? As in, yet another NPC added to your harem?

[mooseheadjack]

I'd rather answer in character.

Eco: I have no idea what you're talking ab-

Grunt: Ungh. Hey Eko-sistom.

Eco: Grunt? What the hell are you doing here?

LI: (running in) Stupid American got off Bus of Unused Characters. He not smart like Triple Crown Champion LI.

(Tamika and Ayaka run in.)

Ayaka: LI! Stop following stupid American and get back on bus! We no need him!

Tamika: His dumbass can get to the Wendy's hisself.

Eco: Who the fuck are you?

Tamika: You don't remember us?

Ayaka: I won your Quarter-Dollar Hooker Challenge!

JP: Razz! Anyway folks, it's time for the Quarter-Dollar Hooker Search! Who will win the 25 cents and the OOWF contract?

Tamika vs. Ayaka-Ron Jeremy On A Pole Match For The Quarter-Dollar Hooker Search Title
Guest Referee: Brad "The Biscuit" Smoley!

Tamika starts off with an eye rake to Ayaka and a kidney shot. Ayaka jumps onto Tamika, and we have this incredibly generic catfight ON~! They roll around in a circle for about a minute finally landing on number 36. Did anyone put any chips on number 36? Ayaka monkey flips Tamika over her head, and begins to climb up to get to Ron Jeremy. Tamika, however, pulls a gum on Ayaka. Ayaka manages to karate kick the gun out of Tamika's hand, and floors Tamika with a second kick. The white male portion of the crowd cheers at seeing their stereotypes reinforced, while Jesse Jackson and Junichiro Koizumi are crying somewhere. Ayaka frees Ron Jeremy from the pole.

Winner-Ayaka by Ron Jeremy in 1:32

Ayaka is handed a microphone and her quarter-dollar by Brad "The Biscuit" Smoley.

Eco: Oh yeah. That was a proud day in OOWF history. You two were probably the most racially sensitive characters pro wrestling had until Viet Cong Viper.

(Meanwhile, El Ecosistema y El Voltaje sneak up behind Grunt.)

El Voltaje: La silla, por favor.

El Ecosistema: Aqui.

(El Voltaje takes CHAIR from El Ecosistema and BLASTS Grunt, knocking him out.)

Eco: I forgot CHAIR existed.

LI: Oh good. We can drag him back now.

(LI drags Grunt off with the help of Ecosistema, Voltaje, Tamika and Ayaka.)

BRICK~!: (walking in with Super Mario) Everything okay, Eco? I heard a big CLANG.

Eco: Yeah. I just used to hang out with a really weird crowd.

BRICK~!: Got it. I'm going to go back to Fight Club with Sherlock Holmes.

Super Mario: I'MA RIDE-A YOSHI TO THE MOON!

Eco: Fuck. Nothing ever changes.

Lance the LOADED Butler: Indeed. Sprite, sir?

Eco: Ah, my favorite.

(Eco drinks Sprite as we fade.)

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<Moosehead Jack is seen in a fishing boat, evidently off the Maldives. He is relaxing, looking out over the waves and listening to the sea birds. After a long pause Moose speaks>

MHJ: You know, the ocean is a lot like the OOWF. If you look on the surface, it is calm and serene. Things are in order, thing seem to have a peace within themselves. But if you look closer <the camera pans in on several smaller dark objects circling the water> things are not always as they seem.

Right now, there is order, but all it takes is one slip, one small mis-step <for emphasis Moose picks up a dead bait fish and slits its throat causing blood to stream from the wound, then tosses it overboard. The dark circling shadows go into a frenzy> and things change very fast…….don’t they.

<As the smaller sharks get their few bites in, several much larger sharks swoop in and devour the bait fish>

You see, NOW order is restored. The bigger fist preyed on the weak, and TOOK what they wanted. Alexander Darling, you are that weak fish, you are the bait fish. And it’s not just your wounded knee, wounds heal. No, little Alex, its not a physical injury. It’s up here <Moose points to his head>. You are the OOWF champion, yet, you will not be happy with that. You still have the Napoleon complex, you still feel like you have something to prove. So, instead of taking what you want, and keeping it, you are content taking little bites while the other sharks are distracted. You are content with being……..so to speak…….a big fish in a little pond.

Well, now The Five is circling the waters. It may be me, it may be Fire, it may be Stank, LD or Poe, but rest assured, one of us WILL take that title, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You like to say that no one else is Alexander Darling, and that’s true, we’re not. We are The Five, and you are not. And quite simply, that means you are not good enough.

Trust me

<Moose goes back to looking out over the ocean and we fade to black>

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Poe, Selena, Firewoman, Chris Jericho, LD Williams, Stank, Moosehead Jack, Soohad, and A'isha are all joined, seated in a circle, by some local men and women in what appears to be a large feast. Over the quiet buzz of conversation, Poe raises his glass and gets everyone's attention.

Poe: A toast...to my comrades.

The Five all raise their glasses, then the other named characters do as well.

Poe: This weekend, the new year, it is a turning point not only in our history, but that of the OOWF. We, the Five have had a number of growing pains. Our victories have been overturned. It is time to begin anew.

There's a light buzz of exchanges amongst the guests. Jericho looks around like he's lost.

Poe: This weekend is a great weekend for us, and tomorrow will be a special day; a celebration. Then the four of you will return to the OOWF. You will return a fluid unit. All of our secrets, all of our issues with each other. They will be laid to rest and left on these islands. You will return to what you all do best...and that is unleashing Hell on the OOWF.

Stank: Like the Steelers?

SG: Steelers Suck!

Poe: When Goddess and I rejoin you, we will all be a united force like the OOWF has never seen. We will tear at the very souls of our enemies. They will bow before, quivering in fear.

SG: Uncle Moose! Say the river of blood thingie!

Everyone looks to Moose. Moose holds his glass high.

MHJ: The OOWF will run red with rivers of their blood.

LDW: There will be no mercy.

FW: And we will rule.

Stank: Hallelujah!

Everyone holds up their glasses and says "Hallelujah"

[mooseheadjack]

*Scheme Gene is interviewing Wally B King, while Outback Jack stands behind them, drinking a beer*

SG: Wally, I've come across some footage of you visiting a British prison several times last year.

*a split-screen image shows Wally, resplendent in various colorful pimp suits, strutting into a forbidding-looking building.*

WBK: Well Gene, sometimes my business associates find themselves incarcerated, always due to misunderstandings. Sometimes I have to visit them and help clear up the misunderstandings.

SG: I suppose that explains this footage.

*The split-screen shows Wally pulling a large pimp-roll of money from his pocket*

WBK: I was just getting some money out to buy candy from the vending machine.

SG: And I suppose it's a coincidence that the prison you were visiting was the place where Seamus McNasty was being held.

WBK Let's just say it seemed like a shame that a man of his talents was unable to pursue an agenda that conveniently aligned with Outback Jack's.

SG: And what is Seamus's agenda?

*OBJ drains his beer and belches*

OBJ: Australian for ask Seamus if you want to know. We're not going to speak for him. Whether it's because his mates abandoned him or because of some...other things...the end result is that he and I are on the same page, he's back in the OOWF, and that's bad news for Moosehead Jack and LD Williams, and since Firewoman decided to throw in with them, that's bad news for her too.

[mooseheadjack]

**SFJ#47 catches up with L.D. Williams in the Hallway of Random Encounters.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., any thoughts on your first match of the new year?”

LDW: “You know, generally I don't place much stock in New Year's resolutions, but this year I'm making an exception. 2010 will be L.D. Williams' Year of Attrition. I started a little early, last week. Tell me Chris, did you say goodbye? Before the match, did you wish Larson luck? Were you two talking about your plans to end the Five? About how you were going to win the tag titles? <smirks> Best laid plans, and all that, I suppose. Not to worry though. In a few short days you'll have a nice comfortable bed right next to Larson, and the two of you can plan your post wrestling careers together.

And as for Outback Jack and his new playmate – before you go threatening the Unholy Trio – partner - remember what happened to the last guy you brought into battle against us. Sure you're ready for more guilt?”

**Williams starts to walk away, but turns back.**

LDW: “Oh, and Mr. Folz or Ms. Blue – whichever of you wins on Wednesday – make sure you keep my belt polished.”

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(This being the Hall of Random Encounters, LD Williams then bumps into Ecosystem.)

LD: Juni. You almost cut me off from my interview.

Eco: No, I was watching it and waiting. I don't "almost" do anything.

LD: (smirks) Fine. Briefly, Eco...I was watching you last week, and no matter how cute you might be riding your little dinosaur, it is not in your best interest to try to provoke Firewoman against the rest of the Five.

Eco: (quizzically) Concerned I'd be persuasive?

LD: No, you're shockingly ill-informed and unpersuasive. I just don't take kindly to character assassination.

Eco: That presumes you have character.

LD: Cute.

Eco: LD, I have one question for you. Did you intend to put Bryce Larson out last week?

LD: Weren't you watching my interview? It's my Year of Attrition.

Eco: Yes, I see that going forward. But last week...was it intentional?

LD: (laughs) A happy accident. I would have done more than that. One little extra Canadian Destroyer never hurt anyone....until now.

Eco: (smiles) Good. Just wanted to make sure.

(Eco begins to walk off.)

LD: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I need to justify myself to His Highness, The Savior of the Locker Room, Juni Messiah?

Eco: (looks back at LD, cold) Perhaps you did. LD, I'm going to say this once, and once only. Put Chris Evans on the shelf by accident, I could give a tenth of a shit. That's your job. Put him on the shelf for its own sake, though, and you'll be joining him.

LD: (laughing) Your empty threats are adorable.

Eco: You're one to speak of empty threats.

LD: Excuse me?

Eco: Remember how kz has never beaten Team Team? Remember how one time, you had to get a no-contest to save your titles? Remember how the other time it was me pinning Moose in the middle of that ring 1-2-3?

LD: What I'm hearing is "Defined narrowly, ignoring all matches that were not strictly two-on-two, I, Junichiro Muyo, am a lucky son of a bitch."

Eco: You can hear whatever you like, as long as you heard what I said about Evans.

LD: I did. And I hold to what I've said.

Eco: As long as you're clear on the consequences.

(LD smirks as Eco whips around and walks off.)

[mooseheadjack]

*Old-School Backstage Promo*

Olympic Gold Medalist and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson is standing in front of an OOWF Banner and she's awaiting her guests, the Darlings.

OGM & AS SJ: Hello OOWF faithful, Shawn Johnson here and you there. Joining me right now are the amazing Darling twins; current OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Alexander and his lovely sister, Alexis.

Alexis: Thanks for that introduction Shawn.

Alexander: Yes, thank you...but if you don't mind, I'm going to get right to the point.

OGM & AS SJ: Fair enough. Since winning the title, you've been relatively quiet. Is there a reason?

Alexander: People like to think that I'm a young kid. A punk who doesn't understand the tradition and history of this business and they're partly right. I am young and I am a punk, but it's only because I can be. But that doesn't change the fact that I understand the legacy and the meaning of what being a champion is. On any given day, anyone can step foot in that ring and win. Two weeks ago, at New Year's Evil, when I made Poe tap like I did over two years ago...that was just stage one. I won the belt, but the saying is you're not a true champion until you defend that belt. Well, last week I defended this belt against that same man and I won yet again. So, now...no matter what people may try and claim, I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and I am the defending champ.

OGM & AS SJ: Speaking of defending, it seems like The Five is all frothing at the mouth for the chance to be the one to dethrone you.

Alexander: Funny, isn't it? Let's start with this week since Stank has been relatively silent on things. A few months ago, Stank was the only member of The Five I hadn't defeated but that changed recently in a tag match, but one-on-one I've never had the privilege of defeating him. It's quite simple that this will change at Mayhem. I'm no longer the young buck in this company looking at the veterans for their approval. I am this company's champion and I plan on staying that way.

OGM & AS SJ: Staying champion will be tough with Firewoman and Moosehead Jack also making cryptic comments about wanting to take you down. And that doesn't take into account the former Champion Poe. It seems as if he's taking the rest of the Five to some tropical island. Any idea what's going on with him?

Alexander: Poe's life is his own and if this is what he's choosing to do instead of trying to regain the OOWF Title, then that's his decision to make. If and when the time comes, Poe can come after this belt and I will give him another shot at regaining it. My history with Poe is buried in my mind. Our past is over and whatever will happen from this day forward, it will be a new story. But regarding the rest of The Five, it's quite comical how the Quinn siblings are talking about coming after me. I won't deny that their relationship rattled me when I first found out, but it's something I should have known. When you look back at all of our histories, it's an interesting look as to how we've all been drawn together at times, including Poe. It was I, who brought Fire to Japan where Poe and her brother were. It was Moose who ignored his sister and instead focused on trying to make my life a living hell while Poe took a special liking to us. One might even think that Moose was jealous of the relationships Poe was forming with all of us and that is why he tried to end my career and Fire's life.

OGM & AS SJ: You're talking about the stabbing? Fire and Moose both now claim that someone else did the stabbing.

Alexander: They can claim whatever the fuck they want Shawn. Moose or Ket or whatever the fuck he wants to be called this month is evil and sadistic. If he felt like his sister was standing in his way of something, nothing would stop him from moving ahead. Not even a sister. So Fire can "trust Moose" all she wants. The fact is she's turned her back on the only people who've ever been there for and when the time comes that The Five finally toss her aside because they no longer have a use for her, those same people will no longer be there to pick her up.

Alexis: In fact, Shawn, those same people may very well be there to bury her once and for all.

OGM & AS SJ: Alexis, at one time you and Fire were close. Some may say even closer than sisters and it wasn't long after your chat with her last week that your blood sister, Samantha, showed back up. Do you think Fire...

Alexis: Truthfully Shawn, I no longer think much of Firewoman. If she had something to do with Sam being taken or coming back, it will come out, but this goes far deeper than that. It was my idea to give her the DEA jersey when the time came and it turns out it was her idea to stab us in the back. So, the past is the past and that's all Fire is to me, to us, now...the past. It's all about a new era in the OOWF. Not the era of DEA or Run DEA, not the era of The Five, it's quite simply the era of the Darlings.

Alexander: I couldn't have said it better myself sister darling. So let Stank, let Fire, and let Moose all try and come after me. I'm not going anywhere. Especially you Moose. You want to claim that I'm the one who will never be satisfied, yet it's you who's doing the calling. It's you who doesn't seem to be satisfied with your place. It's you who wants another piece of Alexander Darling. Well, as I said, I'm here. You know where to find me and anytime you want a shot at me or this belt, all you have to do is ask. Because I am secure that after you get your shot at me, I will still be standing. I will still be OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. And I will still be Alexander Darling, while you still just aren't.

Alexis: Booyah, Bitch!

[mooseheadjack]

In between promos, the lights go down on the ring and “Snow White Queen” begins playing as a recent picture of Ravenna is shown on the screen. She walks out onto the stage, a determined look on her face.

For the first time since joining OOWF, she is wearing a tank top, revealing her scarred shoulder. She looks around at the fans, who are giving her a mixed response. She takes a deep breath and walks towards the ring. As she makes her way towards the center, a single spot rises in the center of the ring to illuminate a lone microphone.

She easily slides between the ropes and grabs the mic as the lights come up slowly.

“Hello Sydney. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve come here tonight with a few things to say.” She pauses and looks around, trying to see into the crowd.

“As hard as I tried to keep my past behind me, to try and move beyond my fears, the Five’s welcome wagon made sure to throw it in my face. So here I am, wounds open for all to see.”

She turns slowly as she speaks, trying to catch the eyes of as many as she can. “And I’m done. I’m not going to let a bunch of alcohol-fueled hooligans act like the schoolyard bullies anymore. No more threats, no more fear of them calling in the felon that attacked me to do their fear-mongering.”

Her volume increases slowly, building. “I won’t stand for it any more!”

“I’m taking matters into my hands now. All of you who claim to want to fight them. All of you who say you’re fighting the good fight. It’s time to join up or stop the complaining. The time for cohesion is now. The answer to the Five will be Sanctum, if I have anything to say about it. I will no longer sit by and wait for the next wrestler to fall prey. I have a plan. And if you are with me, I am confident, we can stop this madness and violence before someone is permanently injured. It has to stop.”

“So Moose, Fire, I’m not afraid. Call your thugs, threaten me with my old friend. But I won’t stop until this is over. You can’t scare me back into my dressing room, or force me to leave. I’ve earned my place here and I intend to keep it.”

“And to you, Folz. I know you have no sides, because nothing is important to you but winning. But you have no heart, no true allies, no one who you can rely on. And when we fight tonight, it will just be you and I. You who has no concept of sportsmanship and I who has a code to which I will remain true.”

The crowd starts buzzing as “Battle Without Honor or Humanity” starts playing on the opposite end of the arena. Folz walks out confidently and glares up at Ravenna. A ninja cameraman holds steady in front of Folz who raises one eyebrow and then grins slightly, heading towards the stage.

Ravenna stands her ground, clenching her jaw and preparing for who knows what. When suddenly, Concrete’s entrance music begins playing and he rushes the stage, cape heroically flowing behind him.

Folz stops and smiles some more. He mouths the words. “Nice Babysitter.” He walks slowly backwards none the less as the crowd starts to cheer at the heroic display of solidarity.

Crete takes Ravenna’s hand and hoists it above them, striking a pose as the lights fade and cut to a commercial.

[mooseheadjack]

Moosehead Jack and Firewoman are WALKING~! in the hallway of the latest OOWF Arena, and they are...ARGUING~! Of course.

MHJ: I can't believe...we have a tag team match WEDNESDAY. And you're running off to be with Rooster Boy. If that's what this little arrangement of yours--

FW: It's not an 'arrangement' it's an engagement, and I'll thank you to not call him--

MHJ: Whatever. Look, I'm the last person to tell you what to do, that's not what this is about.

FW: Good. Now let's just drop--

Firewoman and Moose turn the corner into the Hallway of Random Encounters where they run into Tytan (Ecosystem being detained by LD Williams.) They immediately change the mood, and drop the previous conversation.

FW: There's my pretty belt.

MHJ: I think you have something there my sister wants.

Tyt: Then she better come get it.

FW: I thought you'd never ask.

The two commence to fighting and throwing various and sundry backstage things at each other. It's pretty even, as Fire's quickness compensates nicely against Tytan's strength. Fire somehow gets the better of him and whips him into Moose, who's merely been sitting back observing with approval. Moose instinctively hits a DDT, and then rolls Tytan up for the pin. A referee materializes and counts.

Winner and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion...Moosehead Jack!

Firewoman glares at Moosehead Jack as he gets up and slings the belt over his shoulder.

MHJ: Nice. Thanks, sis.

FW: THAT IS MINE!

MHJ: Looks like it's mine.

FW: Give it back!

Moose holds it up over Fire's head where she can't reach it, despite the fact that she jumps for it.

MHJ: AWWWW......what's the matter Sis?

FW: Give me the fucking belt, jerk.

MHJ: What's that? I can't hear you?

Firewoman stops trying to grab it, and glares, then smiles.

MHJ: What....

FW: Fine. Keep it.

MHJ: Wait...why

FW: You keep that, I'll take the World Championship.

MHJ: You'll wait your turn. I'm going after--

FW: No you are not. You've had it. I haven't, so it's--

MHJ: Nope, you can have this .... wait a minute. That's not going to work this time.

FW: I have no idea what you mean.

MHJ: It might have worked when we were six, but *holding it back up out of her reach* I'm not six anymore and I'm not falling for--

Moose barely gets the sentence out when Fire hits him in the solar plexus, and follows up with an OMG~! HEARTPUNCH! It's the most devastating move in wrestling!! Moose falls and Fire stands with one foot on the ground and one barely touching his throat. A referee materializes as Moose starts to think about getting up.

FW: Turns out I'm not six anymore either. And I wouldn't get up, if I were you.

Fire pushes her foot down just so much

MHJ: *gurgling a bit* You would, too, you crazy bitch.

Moose stops. The referee counts one...two...three!

Winner and NEW DDT IronWOMAN Heavy Metal Champion...Firewoman.

MHJ: Fine, you won. Get off.

Firewoman obliges, and walks to the exit, with Moose following, rubbing his neck.

MHJ: I suppose you and the Rooster will exchange that a few times?

Firewoman smirks and gets in the waiting cab to take her to the airport.

[mooseheadjack]

Zane Myers is talking on his cell phone at his Converse, Texas home. He hangs up and then dials another number. Through the miracle of split screen technology, we are privy to both sides of the conversation

Zane: Well, I just spoke with Scaia. Seems like the best he can do for us for now is to go to OOVWWF for a few weeks to make sure we are in 'ring ready' shape

Chad: Killing rookies for a few weeks? Awww Crap

Zane: Hey, it's the best we can do for now. Either this or go wrestle for Lone Star Wrestling for $20 a night.

Chad: No Way! The guy who runs that place is MEAN!

Zane: So we pack for Dayton. Oh, there was one other thing. No masks.

Chad: No masks? does that mean no cape too?

Zane hangs up on Chad after that comment and we fade to black

[mooseheadjack]

*The Darling twins walk back into their locker room suite, flip on the light and see Stank sitting at a table in the middle of the room. Stank kicks a chair out from under the table.*

Stank - Have a seat Alex.

*The twins do not move.*

Stank - Have a seat Alex.

*Alexis turns her head and looks at her brother who remains stoic, staring at Stank.*

Stank - DOn't make me ask you again, Alex.

Alex - What do you want, Stank?

Stank - For now...? Just your undivided attention. Lexie please excuse us.

*Alexis doesn't move.*

Stank - I promise No harm will come to you or your brother. I'm here alone. No bullshit.

*Alexis and Alex remain guarded they slowly circle Stank and scan the room looking for potential assailants. Satisfied Alexis nods to her brother and retires to her room, shutting the door behind her. Alex lays his OOWF World Title Belt on the table and sits across from Stank.*

Alex - If you're here to threaten me, save it. You don't intimidate me.

Stank - I couldn't help but notice your little promo earlier. You had a lot to say about betrayal. I thought that odd considering...

Alex - What?

Stank - It's just that... you say that Fire betrayed you despite your being the only one who gave a damn about her. I seem to recall you doing the same thing... to me.

Alex -

Stank - When you arrived in this company you pissed off just about every individual on the roster. You did nothing to endear yourself to anyone. Everyone hated you. That is every one except me. I was the only individual who saw your unrealized potential. It was I extended the olive branch to you and your sister. As much as you claimed to have saved this company from Bennett it was I who set that shit into motion. It was I who worked closely with your twin sister to get that shit done. It was I who showed you the respect I thought you deserved and what did you do?

Alex -

Stank -

Alex -

Stank - WHAT DID YOU DO ALEX??

*At this Alexis sticks her head out her room door. Alex motions that he is okay and Alexis goes back into her room.*

Stank - You betrayed me Alex. You and Alexis betrayed me. Davin and Fire betraying me... whatever. But The Darling twins? I'm not afraid to admit... that hurt.

*For a fleeting moment we see what might be regret flash across Alex's face. He is about to speak... but Stank holds up his hand.*

Stank - I didn't come here to discuss that. Bygones, whatever. Wrestling is full of betrayal. It's the nature of the business. You had your reasons just as I had my own for leaving Drink and Destroy. I just came here to say you may have earned Poe's respect, but you have not earned mine back. And for as much as you have treated that word with such disdain I KNOW you want it. If not mine then those of your peers. I'm just here to say. I will not make it easy for you. I care not for your past with Poe or the Quinns. The only thing that should concern you are my intentions. I intend to bring The OOWF World Title back to The Five. I intend for my second reign as OOWF World Champion to be greater than the first. It would be a mistake to not take this seriously because I'm Lucas Mann... and thank God Almighty... I'm not you.

*With that Stank rises from his seat and exits the Darling's locker room as the camera fades.*

[mooseheadjack]

(Stank walks out of the Darlings' locker room...right into Ecosystem.)

Stank: Are you everywhere?

Eco: You forget I don't have a real job during the week.

Stank: Of course. I'm done in there, if you have any business.

Eco: I know you are, I was listening.

Stank: You've got a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, kid.

Eco: You of all people call me kid, Lucas?

Stank: (smiles) It's a comment on age, not hours logged.

Eco: Anyway, I'm just glad to hear you put Alex in his place.

Stank: Really? His self-appointed savior?

Eco: He's done a complete 180 from beating himself up to walking around with his belt held aloft and his nose stuck up in the air. I don't think either is particularly healthy.

Stank: I intend to relieve him of the burden of that title.

Eco: Win back for another glorious reign?

Stank: I might decide to break my own record...which as I recall, you protected for me.

Eco: I did.

Stank: Do you regret that now? See it as worthless since I joined the big bad Five?

Eco: Not really.

Stank: Why not?

Eco: You're not evil. I'm still not sure about Poe.

Stank: Really now? Given who I align myself with, whose beatdowns I assist, the Ecomessiah has decided that I alone can obtain redemption?

Eco: (shrugs) Basically. I mean, going out there every night and kicking the shit out of people is our job. I have some objection to really going after folks after the bell as rung unprompted, but I get the kill-or-be-killed mentality. You're not a sadist like the others, though. You're looking to be the big dog for yourself...and I'm fine with that. In some sense, I respect it.

Stank: (smirks) You're smarter than I take you for. Not that I like you impugning my comrades.

Eco: Because you're all so polite to Tytan.

Stank: Yes. Where is he?

Eco: Taking care of business.

(Eco gestures to a camera which has a live feed of Firewoman's cab driving down the highway when suddenly...)

Voice: MARIO!



(Super Mario and his friends come flying down the highway! A turtle shell hits Fire's cab, which brakes hard and slowly tips over.)

Firewoman: (hanging upside down outside the window, half-pinned beneath the car.) WHAT THE HELL?

(Tytan jumps out of Bowser's car as it drives by! He holds her arms flush to the ground as Toad counts....1-2-3!)

Winner and NEW DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion...Tytan!

Tytan: Just working smarter.

(Tytan grabs the belt, jumps on Princess Peach's car and drives off as Fire pulls herself out from the cab, peeved and calling a new one. The feed goes out.)

Eco: See what I mean?

Stank: ...You guys are SO WEIRD I don't even know what to say.

Eco: (suddenly looking dead serious) I want you to say you won't mimic our weird tactics. You can say that if you beat Darling, you do it clean.

Stank: You think I can't?

Eco: I know you can. That's why I'm asking you to do so.

Stank: (smirks) We'll see. No one tells me what to do.

Eco: So long as you really mean "nobody".

(Stank makes an annoyed face, and walks off.)

FADE

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! down the Hallway of Random Encounters with his arm around his wife Samantha. It doesn't look at first glance like she's holding him up, but it does look kind of weird. They happen upon an already pissed off Stank.*

DM: Well, well, well, look who it is!

S: Fuck yourself Davin, I'm not in the mood.

DM: Aww, poor Fattapotamus...

S: I HAVE LOST 30 POUNDS AND I AM TIRED OF YOU -

DM: Yes, yes. Of course. It's clear that your loss of weight has improved your ability in the ring. *he pretends to polish the Intercontinental Championship areound his waist*

S: Whatever. Politics. You could never beat me -

DM: Aw, Lucas, don't you see? I've already beat you, and beat you, and beat you, and this last time I took my Intercontinental Championship from your greasy, stubby little fingers.

S: Is that a racial slur?

SDM: Oh please, Stank. You're not worthy of a racial slur. You never have been.

S: Ah, yes. Ms. Samantha. Nice to see you back, dear...I trust your little..."vacation" was worth your while.

DM: MotherFUCKER!

*Davin lunges at Stank, but Samantha cuts him off*

SDM: Not worth it babe. Why would you beat something you've already beaten so often? You're the Patriots, he's the Bills. It's not worth it.

DM: You're right. Enjoy the midcard, Fattapotamus.

*Stank looks to say something, but instead seethes and heads down the hallway. Davin and Samantha end up at GM the Rick's door and check the lineup*

DM: Crete? Seriously? Was FF Capslock busy or something?

SDM: What? Crete's been here. Tagging. With Ravenna.

DM: Poor Ravenna.

SDM: Now Davin...

DM: What? She's hooked up with that traitor who still, amazingly, gets face pops. I'll never understand.

SDM: Can't you just let it go?

DM: Traitormask? No. Not at that time in OOWF's history. You weren't really around for that. No, back when Davin Moreland was busy trying to save the company, Traitormask bounced to Connecticut. Then came back and tried to be a hero. Davin Moreland cannot forgive that, and Traitormask will be reminded of that at Mayhem.

SDM: *checks her watch* C'Mon, we're gonna be late.

*fade to commercial*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwfrBbNo5Jg

*fade back in - We come back some hours later into the Hara Complex and Convention Center in Dayton, OH. There is a wrestling set-up there; complete with about 150 fans, and the semi-Main Event of Carl from Fresno vs. Ressued Samoht is just finishing up. Carl kills Samoht with a Not-Too-Shabby Diamond Cutter to get a decent pop from the crowd. Special Guest GM Eric O'Mac announces yet again that there is a special appearance coming tonight, and it's going to happen RIGHT NOW*

*"Toxicity" hits, and the crowd (such as it is) goes absolutely batshit, and Eric looks like he's seen a ghost. Clearly, he wasn't expecting this. However, the Intercontinental Champion Davin Moreland (accompanied by Samantha Darling-Moreland) makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands and signing autographs, taking his time getting to the ring. He climbs in, and the appreciative crowd starts a "Thank You Davin" chant. Davin grabs a mic!*

DM: Hi Dayton!

*Cheap pop*

DM: Nice to be back here. I just came back to show off my Intercontinental Championship a little bit and bullshit a little. Hi Eric!

EOM: Davin?

DM: Yup, that's me. Anyway, it's nice to see you again.

EOM: Y...you're not supposed to be here.

*crowd murmurs*

DM: Oh, I know. Davin Moreland is well aware that his arrival is a surprise, and it's not the surprise these folks have been waiting for.

*Eric looks like a lightbulb's suddenly appeared over his head and smirks*

EOM: Well, I'll leave you to it then

*He leaves*

DM: No, Davin Moreland is here to show off his championship and his wife who is safe and sound finally.

*"Welcome Back" chant*

DM: And also, Davin Moreland's been watching some OOWF-TV lately...how about you?

*Cheap Pop*

DM: I've noticed that a couple of pretty impressive dudes have been talking, and GM the Rick has been giving them a hard time. Obviously, Rick doesn't know I'm here...

*cheering*

DM: And I just thought, after everything, that I should be here tonight to witness it. Ladies and gentlemen, let me re-introduce to you, the greatest tag team in the history of recorded time; and two of my dear friends...Chad Madison and Zane Myers!

*Madison and Myers come out to "God Blessed Texas", to a monster, as monster as 150 people can be, ovation. They wave and slap hands, etc, and they make their way to the ring, exchanging handshakes and hugs with Samantha and Davin*

CM: Well, I reckon the band's not exactly back together yet...

ZM: But it's sure nice to be on the same stage again.

*Big Pop*

SDM: Nice to see you, boys.

ZM: Nice belt, Davin.

DM: Thanks Zane. Listen, I know Rick's giving you a hard time, and I can't budge him at all; but OOWF's loss is OVOOWF's gain. Madison and Myers are gonna be tearing it up in Dayton for a bit until you get back up to the majors. The greatest tag team in the history of recorded time, in the meantime, will be here. But you guys know there's always a place for you, right?

CM: Course, man. Much obliged.

SDM: Hey, why don't we give the fans a little something while we're all here? Fans, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

*"DLP" chants erupt*

ZM: I'm game if you guys are...

*The three make the Run DLP hand signals as "Walk This Way" fires up*

*fade*