MidWeek Mayhem (01/20) Live! From Milan, TN

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Milan, Tennessee

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Davin Moreland vs. Outback Jack

Chris Evans, Matt Folz & Alexander Darling vs. Firewoman, Moosehead Jack & LD Williams
Ecosystem vs. Spin Hansen
Poe & Stank vs. Ravenna Blue & Concrete TG
Tytan vs. DH Magnusson

Card subject to USC recruiting

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*After the last show*

Alexander Darling is storming backstage and looking for someone. He finally finds Shawn Johnson at catering with Spencer Darling, DH Magnusson, Ashley Davies and a few scattered others.

Alexander: Shawn, I need you right now.

Spencer and Ashley snicker as Shawn hurries over to Alexander and produces a microphone from somewhere.

OGM & AS SJ: Here with the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion who looks like he has something to say.

Alexander: That's right Shawn, I have something to say. I'm tired of the same old shit here in the OOWF. It's time for a new era and I'm making a very simple declaration. After Dance of Death, no more of the old guard.

OGM & AS SJ: What exactly do you mean by that?

Alexander: It's very simple. The OOWF has been run by the same group for far too long and I'm not going to stand for it anymore. When I retain at Dance of Death, there's going to be a new precedent in the OOWF and it goes like this. The only people I will be defending this belt against are people who've never held it.

OGM & AS SJ: But what if Rick doesn't agree?

Alexander: I've played Rick's game for long enough and there's no reason for him not to agree unless he's got a hidden agenda. New blood is good for business. So it's very simple, after Dance of Death it will be people like Chris Evans, Ravenna Blue, and even people like Firewoman and Matt Folz who will be getting title shots. No more third or fourth chance for guys like Stank and LD Williams. No more boring Gryfon promos as champion. And not even any more challenges for the man I had beat tonight, Davin Moreland.

OGM & AS SJ: There is one other former world champion who may consider this as ducking him?

Alexander: You mean Moose? I'm not going to duck Moose. I'll fight Moose anytime and anywhere, the only thing is it won't be for this belt. Moose has never claimed it's about the belt, so let's see if that was all just talk too. And maybe, if I'm feeling generous one week, I'll give him the privilege of a challenge for this belt...but ONLY if it's under my conditions. Until then, I can't wait to see who steps up to the plate first. Ravenna, Evans, Folz, Fire...the ball has been served to you. I dare you to hit it back.

*Fade*

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Poe and Selena are watching OOWF-TV after Mayhem. Upon seeing the Alexander Darling promo, Selena does a spit take.

Sa-T: That buttface!

Poe is his usual stoic self, which right now, seems to piss Selena off.

Sa-T: He's ducking you! You won't get another shot at him!

Poe: It's fine.

Sa-T: I know it's fi...WHAT?!

Poe: I do not need a metal plate on a leather strap to know that I am the most dominant figure in this company. Let him have his moment in the spotlight. Let others have there's. When the time is right, the belt will be mine again.

Selena is fuming.

Sa-T: Omar...I WANT MY BELT BACK!

Poe stands and stands over Selena.

Poe: Your desires have been noted. We have more important business. Next week, I team with Stank. Together...we will be unstoppable.

Selena's eyes brighten.

Sa-T: You gonna bend that masked freak in half? That Raven chick too?

Poe: Her name is Ravenna.

Sa-T: It doesn't matter what her name is!

LDW: (who was at the bar the whole time) Drink!

Sa-T: That's not my catch phrase.

LDW: Who cares, I wanted a drink.

Selena smiles at LD.

Sa-T: Smile for the Camera Mr. Williams.

LDW: Drink!

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OOOVWF Live Event from Toledo Ohio

Chad Madison and Zane Myers are in the ring finishing of Dr Muerto & Cherokee Jack with a Dropkick Device. Jinx and Spazz appear at ringside to taunt them, when Madison suddenly runs up the turnbuckle and launches himself into the air and takes out both Bay Bridge Boyz in a single swoop. Zane follows up by sending each one headfirst into the ringsteps and snatches the OOOVWF belts from them. Myers & Madison make their way to the announce podium with the belts.

Zane: One win closer to taking these (holding the belts high) off of these two twits.

Chad: And Mr. O'Mac, there's not thing one you can do to stop it from happening. No team here can hope to Measure Up

(They drape the belts across the podium and walk away as "God Blessed Texas" cranks up in the background & Spazz & Jinx begin to stir.

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<The Five are assembled in The Chamber, Moose and Fire are sitting on the couch, Selena is tending to some of Moose’s wounds, and casting a doubtful eye at Fire. Stank, LD and Poe are at the bar>

MHJ: Was it worth it?

FW: Every second of it

<Fire and Moose bump knuckles>

MHJ: So, LD, you ready to team with the Quinns again?

<LD just turns from the bar for a moment, then grins>

LD: Are YOU two going to be ready?

MHJ: This? This is just a scratch

<before Moose can go on, there is a knock at the door. Lucky opens it and GM the Rick is standing there with several police officers>

L: What the?

GMtR: Fire is here I assume?

<Fire gets to her feet>

FW: Now what the hell?

GMtR: Firewoman, you are being placed under arrest

FW: FOR WHAT

GMtR: For violating the terms of the No Contact Clause Davin Moreland imposed on The Five

<Firewoman stares at GM the Rick in disbelief. As the police officers move in and cuff her, she begins to laugh>

L: I will be at the department in a minute! Let me get my legal stuff from the back……

FW:<still laughing> Don’t even sweat it, he has NOTHING on me. I will be back here before evening.

<GM the Rick and the officers escort her out of The Chamber and silence falls across the room. Moose doesn’t say a word, but gets to his feet and grabs his barbed wire bat and heads for the door. Stank steps in front of him and stop him>

S: Where are you going?

MHJ: To put a few fresh knots on Davin’s head

S: No.

MHJ: No?

S: Look, I can’t tell you no. I can’t tell any of you no. I am asking you, as a favor to me, don’t touch Davin. I don’t want to hear him whine, I don’t want his bullshit excuses, I don’t want him to have any reason to mention me, or any of us.

<Moose looks at Stank for a minute, then nods, hands him the barbed wire bat and walks out of The Chamber without another word. Once he is outside, SFJ13 immediately corners him>

SFJ13: Moose, Alexander Darling said you would not get a shot at his world title! How do you feel about that?

MHJ: Darling is already trying to play mind games. That’s fine. Two can play that game. The fact is, Darling is right. I has never been about the titles for me. Its about something more, the violence. Knowing you can do what you want to someone, and there is not a damn thing they can do about it. You don’t want to put the title on the line against me? That’s fine. I have other ways of making you pay that are FAR more satisfying than winning the title

SFJ13: Alexander Darling repeatedly refers to the time he kidnapped and tortured you. There was no retribution on your part, and he claims it is because you are afraid to live up to your words

MHJ:<snarling> Little Alex, let me let you in on a little secret. The only reason you were still breathing after that incident is because someone intervened on your behalf. That person asked me to drop it. That person is growing tired of you, you WILL NOT be so lucky the next time.

Trust me

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(Ecosystem is watching Chad and Zane on the television when Tytan walks in, DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Belt over his shoulder.)

Tytan: Relaxing?

Eco: Scouting.

(Average-Looking Androgynous Journalist pops in the room.)

ALAJ: Eco and Tytan! What are your comments on failing to obtain the tag titles again?

Tytan: Oh for fu--

Eco: I'll take this. You know, it's actually like the Five says in justifying their title losses. Even the best have off-nights, right? Even if you're the better wrestler, at least one time out of ten, you're going to lose.

ALAJ: That's true.

Eco: The problem is, Spin and DH don't bother to take their losses like men. If they're about to win, they follow through. But if they're about to lose, they disqualify themselves - like on December 30th - or they get themselves counted out, like last week. They are like the children who turn the Pokemon game off when they're about to lose so they don't lose half their money and return to the Poke Center.

And I HATED those kids.

I wanted to kill them. Tear their throats out. Tell them they didn't fucking DESERVE the gold version if they were going to treat it like a...like an amusement. It was a LIFESTYLE.

Tytan: ...

ALAJ: ....

Tytan: ...what?

Eco: Well, I did. Also, THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER!

(Eco turns around.)

ALAJ: ...

Tytan: ....

ALAJ: I'll leave.

Tytan: Okay.

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Poe and Selena come back to Chamber V from a day out. Selena looks frustrated and plops onto a bar stool next to LD Williams, who sees oblivious to everything as he enjoys his drink. Poe heads back to his bed chamber. Greg the Bartender moves towards Selena.

GtB: What can I get you Selena?

Sa-T: Hey Steve, just gimme a Coke(TM)

Greg the Bartender puts a can of Coke(TM) on the bar in front of Selena.

GtB: It's Greg.

Sa-T: It doesn't matter what your name is!

LDW: Drink!

GtB: You've been doing that all morning.

LDW: So?

GtB: What's wrong Selena?

Sa-T: Well...you know how Milan, Italy is like the fashion mecca of the world?

GtB: I've heard that.

Sa-T: So I figured Milan, Tennessee might at least have one or two nice boutiques since they're Milan.

GtB: Uh huh.

Sa-T: So, I get Omar to take me into town, but I can only find like one designer and he designs everything in this stinking town. And he so obviously sucks.

GtB: How so?

Sa-T: Every single thing he does is this awful shade of green and he has his logo all over it. Hats, shirts, you name it, it's green and has his logo.

GtB: Who is he?

Sa-T: Some dude named 'John Deere.'

LD does a spit take.

LDW: You've never heard of John Deere?

Sa-T: No, is he like famous or something.

LD and Greg exchange looks.

LDW: It's the top tractor line in the world.

Sa-T: Tractors??

LDW: Yeah tractors.

Sa-T: Why would people wear clothes about tractors?

GtB: This is the south, Selena.

Sa-T: I hate the south.

LDW: Aren't you from Texas?

Sa-T: The good part of Texas.

GtB: There's a good part?

Selena looks flustered.

Sa-T: SHUT UP!

Selena storms off to the bed chamber as LD and Greg laugh.

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Firewoman walks into The Chamber relocated to this week's location and sits at the bar, still under reconstruction. She waits, but Greg/Steve is nowhere to be found, so reaches under the bar and grabs the bottle of Jameson's Moose saved for them, and a glass. She pours herself a shot but then just kind of stares at it. Stank comes up and pulls up the sole remaining functional stool next to her.

Stank: That was quick.

FW: So was the move to the new arena. I was out in like an hour.

Stank: Really?

FW: Uh, yeah. The sergeant looked at the circumstances, told Rick he'd have to arrest half the roster if 'back stage attacks' counted, and he'd be more than willing to do that, but he's not wasting his officers' time any more blah blah blah... charges dropped.

Stank: Cool.

FW: Walked out the front door, got in the limo just as Lucky was pulling up. Didn't even sit in a cell.

Stank: So......now what?

FW: Now what....now I'm contemplating exactly how to respond to Douchebag's latest infringement upon my personal freedom.

Stank: Huh?

FW: House arrest...commitment to an asylum in Denmark, now this. See a pattern?

Stank: Right. Yeah, he feels you need help. He even tried when you had that therapist, Dr. Freedman.

Firewoman glares at him.

Stank: Look, I'm asking you for a personal favor. Drop it.

FW: You're kidding, right?

Stank: Not really. You're just giving him more fuel, no pun intended.

FW: Stank, The Five is a group. You attack or threaten one of us, you take us all on.

Stank: Your loyalty is fantastic but...what's so funny?

FW: No one has used that to describe me in a while.

Stank: Really? Sure, it's a funny kind of loyalty, but you stick with folks until you are kicked out from what I've seen. Except for--

A change comes over Fire's face and is then gone in less than a second.

Stank: I see things. I watch. I'm pretty sure that once all is said and done, that's not the betrayal we think it is.

FW: If you say so. But Davin deserves--

Stank: Many horrific things, and after our match at the PPV, he can be free game again. Damn, you get angry quick. No wonder DH called you "Sparky."

There's another quick change in Fire's visage that disappears.

Stank: Aaaaaah...see there? There it was again. Somewhere underneath there is a heart. Otherwise--

FW: Feh. You're seeing things.

Stank: Maybe so. I see that there are few people who can get your attention when you go off the deep end. Lucky is one. Alex is another, or was. Moose is not. I find that ... interesting.

FW: So you got a degree in psychology while I was gone? What is your point?

Stank: Don't make me sic Lucky on you. Leave Davin alone. For me.

FW: Fine. Whatever. But after the PPV...

Stank: If there's anything left, it's all yours.

Fire appears to think about it for a good long minute.

FW: It doesn't sparkle with me. But fine.

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*Fire and Stank are sitting at the Chamber V bar when Outback Jack walks in. They both jump to their feet, but relax a bit when they see he's carrying two bottles of Powers Irish Whiskey, one of which is open. He drinks from the open bottle and belches*

OBJ: Australian for: temporary truce?

Stank: Make it very temporary.

OBJ: Right. *Slides the unopened bottle down the bar, takes another slug from his own*

OBJ: I'd prefer if you didn't go after Davin this week.

Fire: And why should I give a damn?

OBJ: You shouldn't. But I'd like to beat him at his best.

Fire: And if we don't?

OBJ: Then life goes on. Like death and taxes, I never go away. Hey, Stank, have you lost weight?

Stank: Well, perhaps...

OBJ: Because, if you have, you sure don't look like it. Oh, and Fire, I know you think you put Seamus out of the business, but I'm thinking you're wrong.

*Stank and Firewoman both stand up and move toward Outback Jack*

OBJ: Sorry, but while you're in Milan, Tennessee (cheap pop in the background) you can't lay a finger on me.

Fire: If this is another stupid legal maneuver like Davin tried to pull...

*LD's Momma bursts through the door, followed by Wally B King. The commotion causes LD to come out through a back door of Chamber V*

LD: Damn!

*OBJ and Wally leave, followed by LD's Momma*

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**The Five are silent for a few moments after OBJ, Wally and LD's Mother leave, then Stank turns to Williams.**

S: “You're mother is consorting with the enemy.”

MHJ: “Nice choice of words.”

LDW: “Ma knows what she likes. And she likes Wally.”

F: “Why?”

LDW: “That's a subject I don't want to think about, much less discuss.”

F: “Your mother wouldn't do anything to me – she likes me.”

LDW: “This is true. She said that if Moose and I needed a third, you were the best choice – high praise from her – but she'd still come after you – if only to see how good you are. Her concession to our friendship would be letting you live.”

S: “So what do you suggest?”

LDW: “Not a damn thing. Outback's goal and yours are the same – not giving Moreland any excuses. Just do what you were already planning to and ignore Davin. Focus on the Heroes.

F: “Letting Outback Jack get away with threatening us doesn't sparkle.”

M: “Agreed.”

LDW: “Fair enough, and Jack's time will come. But, for this week, we have a bigger decision to deal with.”

F: “Meaning?”

LDW: “World Champion, Onslaught Champion, or Little Engine that Could – which career ends Wednesday night?”

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(Tytan gets stopped by one of the many SFJ that roam the halls of the OOWF trying to make a name for themselves.)

SFJ: Tytan, you have a match this week against one half of the Sons care to coment?

Tytan: (Carrying his DDT Ironman Title.) You see it seems that the OOWF execs like this feud that is going on between us so much they figured to make things more interesting they wanted me to take my hatred for the Sons out on DH. Mags, I respect that you and Spin are a hell of a team but the time has come for me to kick your ass around for awhile. It seems like there is some new blood making their way into the OOWF and it's time for Eco and I to take our place at the top of the Tag division where we belong. We have fought the good fight for way to long to give it up now. So, DH at Mayhem I begin by breaking you and then we take what has been our all along.

(He walks off as he does he finds one of the newbies walking along and spears him and covers him. And once again a ref magically appears.)

One...two...three...Winner and still DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion- TYTAN!!!

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The Unholy Trio are sitting around the table with a bottle and three shotglasses, talking strategy.

FW: So why did Outback Jack come in here and promise to do what we already promished to do?

MHJ: "Promished?" No more whiskey for you.

FW: Try and take it from me.

WLD: Let's get back to the important thing here...our match

MHJ: Right...I don't shee why you don't like that song, LD.

LD: Too much shwearing.

FW: "Shwaring?" "Shee?" My bottle. I'm leaving.

MHJ/LDW: SIT DOWN.

MHJ: We have to figure this out..

FW: Just use Kz's theme and be done with it.

LDW: It's not the theme, it's which one gets a career ending--

FW: Oh, speaking of your mother --

LDW: What now?

FW: She offered to pay the $1.2 million Davin says I owe him.

LDW: Really? Wait...why.

MHJ: Yeah, she doesn't do anything with no shtrings attached.

FW: Don't I know it. I don't want to say...

MHJ: Spill it.

LDW: Oh, wait...I know what it is.....let's move on.

MHJ: No way. As your big brother I order you--

FW: Yeah, that'll work.

LDW: Sheriously, let's drop--

Firewoman sees how uncomfortable LD is.

FW: Okay...

LDW: Hey!!

FW: All I'll say is she said she'd give me the money if I broke off my engagement.

MHJ: Uh huh....and?

LDW: And nothing!

MHJ: Aaaaaaah...

FW: Yep.......don't worry, LD, you're not my type.

LDW: Can we please get back to--

MHJ: Right...how did you put it? "World Champion, Onslaught Champion, or Little Engine that Could?"

LDW: Sounds about right. I say Darling.

FW: Why?

MHJ: Why not? Don't even start this again, I listened to you once be--

FW: I'm just saying that he'll use it as an excuse to whine. "Oh, three on one! Boo hoo!"

LDW: She's right. He's more irritated when we don't gun for him, especially if Fire ignores him.

FW: My future husband is correct.

LDW: That's not funny.

MHJ: It's not funny, but he is correct. Okay, so who then. Folz?

FW: I'm okay with that.

LDW: Cubbie has poetry to it...first his partner, then him.

MHJ: Didn't you try that last week?

LDW: So I....WE'LL finish it this week.

FW: I like the symmetry.

MHJ: You sure that's it?

FW: What are you saying, Moose?

MHJ: You know what I'm --

LDW: Hey....how 'bout we just wait and see what opportunity presents itself. I think we can guarantee that at least one of the three will be in for a very long vacation after this match.

FW: Yeah, that sparkles with me.

LDW: Drink!

All three take another shot.

MHJ: Trust me.

LDW: Drink!

They all take another shot. Firewoman gets up, and grabs her cell phone.

MHJ: Where are you going?

FW: Gotta make a call, turn down Mrs. Williams offer.

LDW: Still not funny.

Firewoman wanders out of The Chamber dialing

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*Davin Moreland is STANDING in front of wall, with Samantha holding a mic. Looks like old school promo time*

DM: Samantha?

SDM: Yes?

DM: Moosehead Jack, LD Williams, Fattapotamus and Firewoman.

SDM: Um...80% of the Five?

DM: Right. However, they share a common thread.

SDM: Oh, I got it. All four of them have matches with someone else this week, and yet have dedicated substantial portions of their promos to you?

DM: Yup. Complete with "I'm gonna do this" and "I'm gonna do that". Well, Davin Moreland says, you ain't gonna do SHIT. Stank? I'm not the Intercontinental Champion for no reason. I beat YOU to take it. You've run your mouth ever since, and conned your way into one last match. I hope you get your money's worth, chuckles, because when I put you away for the final time, you're all out of chances.

DM: As for the rest of the Five, except for Poe the [redacted] this time, it's funny. You lose your belts, and you run around here like chickens with your heads cut off. Grrr revenge. Grrr speak gibberish. Grrr Trust me. As soon as you all realize that striking out at others to make up for your own shortcomings isn't working; you will strike against yourselves, in what should prove to be a glorious implosion. I've got my DVR set already.

DM: And finally, last but certainly not least is my opponent for this week, Outback Jack. Jack, I apologize for devoting all that time in my promo to other people. You're worthy of respect, and certainly this isn't our first rodeo. We've been allies, we've been opposition, we've been friends, we've been enemies, and all the while there is one thing we can both say.

DM: We always give the fans their money's worth, and we always leave it out in the ring. I don't expect this week at Mayhem to be any different.

SDM: Anything else, hun?

DM: Nope. Cock-a-doodle-doo, motherfucker.

*fade*

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Ravenna Blue enters her dressing room and does a double take when she sees Selena sitting on her dressing table plucking petals off of a red rose.

Sa-T: He loves me... He loves me not. He loves me... He loves me not.

RB: What are you doing in here? How did you get in here?

Selena ignores her and continues to pluck the petals off the rose.

Sa-T: He loves me... He loves me not. He's behind you... He's behind you not.

It takes a second for what Selena says to register but when it does, she spins around directly into Poe standing over her. She tries to punch him but Poe is too quick. He blocks it and pushes her to the ground and quickly kneels over her.

Poe: If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already.

RB: What do you want?

Poe: I want you to take the time to truly assess your situation. You're attempting t lead a band of misfits against the greatest group of champions this company has ever seen. I do respect that, and mean you know harm because of it. A great team needs a foil. My concern for you is your team. Not exactly the most trustful of lots are they?

RB: Who should I trust? You?

Poe laughs.

Poe: Oh, by the gods no, I'm the last person you should trust. But I'm not your biggest threat either.

Ravenna looks irritated.

RB: And who is?

Poe smiles.

Poe: Enough about that, lets talk about our match this week shall we? You're teaming with Concrete TG against myself and Stank.

Sa-T: Your partner's a freak, a moron, and he has awful pit stains.

Poe: While it is true, you and Crete have more experience teaming together than Stank and I have, we are former World Champions for a reason. We have experience and can adapt to any situation. Crete...is unbalanced. You, well, you're handicapped.

RB: Because I'm a woman? That's rich. One of your own partners is Firewoman.

Poe: I said no such thing, but let's look at that. I repect your abilities. You are on par with any man here, as is Firewoman. But look at her mental state. While granted, she's always had a few screws lose...

Sa-T: And a lot of screws.

Poe: I trust her line of work has contributed to it. Always having to work harder to overcome the differences between the men and the women, the constant betrayels due to people not truly trusting her physical prowess as much as they may say otherwise.

RB: I get it. Can you shut up now?

Stank: (from the doorway) You heard her. You can stop playing your mind games now. She gets it. You're spooky.

Ravenna has a flash of panic in her eyes realizing she's now outnumbered, something that does not escape Poe's attention.

Poe: I do hope you can swim Miss Blue, before you get in ver your head...and the sharks eat you alive.

Poe stands, offering his hand to Ravenna to help her up. She ignores him and stands on her own.

Poe: Until Wednesday Miss Blue. Namaste.

Selena hops off Ravenna's dressing table and walks past Ravenna, handing her the now completely plucked stem of the rose. She follows Poe and Stank out the door, but turns to say one last thing to Ravenna.

Sa-T: Smile for the camera Little Birdy Blue.

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Firewoman is WALKING~! and TALKING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters.

FW: No, it was just a little whiskey....well, it was Moose and LD and Ld invented this drinking game where....you know it doesn't matter....*giggle*....no, I just have to drink now.....

She sees Davin and Samantha's interview.

FW: Gotta go, babe. Take care of that jaw.

She hangs up and walks up to Davin and Samantha. Samantha cowers behind Davin.

FW: Heya, Sammiekins. Welcome back.

SDM: Fire. Just .... go away.

DM: Relax, babe. She's not going to touch us....are ya, Fire? Your partners got you on a leash? Wait...no...you like that, right?

FW: Funny. As you well know, I prefer to be holding the leash.

SDM: What does that mean?

DM: Nothing, babe.

FW: You're right, Davin, they did ask me not to do anything. And, for now, I've decided to follow their wishes.

DM: Fire...you can't touch me, and I, sadly, can't touch you. So go about your....what are you doing?

Firewoman stares intently at Davin and takes her hand and makes a fist. She sticks out her index finger, and puts it really, really close to his shoulder, so it's about 2 inches away from touching him.

FW: What am I doing Davin? I am not touching you. Because your promo there was absolutely right. We have spent entirely too much time and energy on you, and your so not worth it. I have a match with three other people this week, and while I should be preparing for them, I'm jumping through your hoops. Of course you kind of like that, because that keeps you relevant. Now, only one of those three pose any real threat, but I think we figured out a way to neutralize him.

DM: Congratulations. Now run along before--

FW: Before what, Davin? Your own agreement. Your own piece of paper...no contact right? So I think I'll stand here, not touching you for a bit longer. Because eventually, Davin, that piece of paper expires. And that will so very much totally sparkle with me.

Samantha tries to pull Davin away, but he glares daggers at Firewoman. Firewoman laughs, and puts her hand down, and walks away, laughing, as she redials her phone again.

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<Moose is wandering the halls when he is stopped by the ever-present SFJ13>

SFJ13: Moose, you have been very quiet about your six person match this week, would you care to comment on it now?

MHJ: Not really no

SFJ13: Let me rephrase that. We need a soundbite for the video package this week, so, again, would you care to comment on your six person match this week?

<Moose just glares at SFJ13>

MHJ: We are going to win, end of story

SFJ13: No, you are going to have to do better than that, let’s take each opponent, you can comment on that. Ok, Matt Folz.

MHJ: I have no personal problem with Matt Folz, and if I understand his mind right, he has no personal problem with us. It’s business.

SFJ13: But LD Williams has made it known that he wants the Onslaught Championship, and Fire seems to have a grudge against him.

MHJ: A wrestler wants a title. Shocking. LD made his intentions clear, end of story. Its nothing personal, LD just wants that title, and usually when LD decides he wants something, he gets it.

SFJ13: And Fire?

MHJ: Fire has a grudge against everyone. It may be personal, it may not. Folz knows this going in, so if he is caught unaware, that’s his problem

SFJ13: Not really bringing it today Moose. Ok, fine, Chris Evans. He was once part of The Five…..

MHJ: No, he was NEVER part of The Five. He was Fire’s little pet project and they didn’t take hints very well. Fact is, Evans is a great wrestler, he knows all the moves, he says all the right things, he has the right look. But he lacks the killer instinct. He lacks the mean streak to do what it takes to win. How many chances did you have to stand up against Fire? How many chances did you have to be your own man? How many times did you have a chance to show The Five what you are made of? You never took it. This is why you can join Ravenna, you can side with whoever you want. When push comes to shove, you don’t have it in you to stand up and fight. Too bad kid, with your talent, maybe you COULD have been on par with The Five at some point.

SFJ13: Finally, Alexander Darling.

MHJ: What about him?

SFJ13: What are your thoughts on him?

MHJ: <smirking> Thoughts? He’s not worth my time.

<Moose turns and walks away without another word>

[mooseheadjack]

*Inside The OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling's Locker Room*

Alexander, Alexis, Spencer, Ashley, and OGM Shawn Johnson are chilling around the locker room chatting and watching some TV when the last two OOWF promos from Firewoman and Moosehead Jack play back to back. The four sets of eyes from the females in the room all turn towards Alex who is sitting intently watching the now black screen of the television. Then he starts laughing. Uncontrollable, almost cackling laughter. Ashley and Shawn look concerned but the two Darling sisters just tell them to give Alex a minute to regain his composure. Even as he laughs, he starts talking...

Alexander: That's their new game plan. Ignore me? God damn, I do love how stupid the Quinn family can be.

He continues to laugh hysterically as Ashley turns to Spencer,

Ashley: What's he talking about?

Spencer: They think that by ignoring Alex, it'll get under his skin and he'll start being reckless and calling them out to prove himself.

OGM & AS SJ: And he won't?

Alexis: No. My dear brother is many things. Spontaneous, short-tempered, stubborn, but he's also not stupid in the slightest. If The Five, specifically Moose and Fire, want to ignore him, that's their mistake and it will lead to their downfall. Alex doesn't have to go out there searching for acceptance anymore. He's earned that. He's beaten every single person the general managers of this company have put in front of him and he will continue to do so.

OGM & AS SJ: Speaking of people put in front of him, when do you think he'll want to comment on this week's match.

Alexis: I don't see that happening. If his "partners" don't even have the initiative to realize this is their chance to team with the current best in this business, that's their issue. Alex will go out there. He will do what he does best and that's compete and win. If Evans and Folz are too stupid to realize that my dear brother gave them both the opportunity of a lifetime earlier this week to step up and challenge for his OOWF World Heavyweight Championship, then well, there is no hope for the future.

Alex is still laughing hysterically as the promos from Fire and Moose play again.

Alexander: Ignoring me is their new head game. God damn, do I fucking love the Quinns. They just don't get it. Ignore me, call me out, none of it matters to me because the bottom line is simple...I'm Alexander Darling, and well, you two just aren't.

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is laughing hysterically with Samantha Darling-Moreland, watching OOWF-TV*

SDM: They really ARE that stupid, aren't they?

DM: Yes, ignore Alexander Darling because you think he's got something to prove...except...Oh yeah, Motherfucking World Champion. He doesn't have to prove shit to shit.

SDM: And neither do you babe.

DM: I'm aware. I say "boo", and the next thing you know, there are 5 little chihuahuas nipping at Davin Moreland's heels within seconds. It's...it's...

SDM: Pathetic?

DM: That's the one.

SDM: Did Firewoman really come in here and do the "not touching" thing?

DM: I was hoping it was a dream.

SDM: It's funny. People stop caring about "As the Lisa Turns" for 10 seconds, and it's nothing but "look at me! I'm important! You're not saying enough about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee".

DM: *pats his belt* People stop caring because they stop winning. It's very simple. When you're a true sociopath and dissociative, when people aren't paying attention to YOU, it's the end of the world. And no one's paying attention to poor Lisa. Waah.

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

<SFJ13 corners Moose......again>

SFJ13: Moose, have you seen Alexander Darling's comments regarding you and your sister?

MHJ: Yeah

SFJ13: And?

MHJ: Still don't give a shit about Alexander Darling

SFJ13: He is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion!

MHJ: Yeah, and he was big in Japan, has balls of solid rock, and carved his name into my flesh. So what

SFJ13: He thinks this is just a tactic to annoy him

MHJ: He' an idiot. I don't give a shit what Alexander Darling thinks. He won the title. Good for him. I have a six man match where I face Matt Folz and Chris Evans in two days, I need to focus on that

SFJ13: But not the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion?

MHJ: Who?

<Moose walks away>

[mooseheadjack]

OOOVWF Live! From Lima, Ohio

The Vermonsters, Ben Ice & Jerry Cream are introdiced and already in the ring. "God Blessed Texas" strikes up and the small crowd erupts as The Texpress, Chad Madison & Zane Myers run to the ring. The bell sounds and Myers grabs Ice. Scoop slam. Border Toss. Tag to Madison. Flying Spike! and Madison pins him for 1...2...3

Myers & Madison hit the announce table for another rant

Myers: One more set of victims. Eric O'Mac.. you realise what is happening here? We are Killing this Division

Madison: It's happened before. Ask Scaia. You'll be left with nothing but shrapnel once we are through.

Myers: Prying eyes from above? Be very careful what you say. Soon, very soon our exile will be over. Actions have consequences. Words have consequences.

Madison: We are and always have been The Measuring Sticks. People should keep that in mind.

Myers: (to Madison) Who's next on the hit list?

Madison: Break and Claw Hammer

Myers: Destructolition... It's time to see if you Measure Up to the Texpress

[mooseheadjack]

Poe and Selena are WALKING~ down the Hallway of Random Encounters. Selena is conspicuously carrying something behind her back out of view. SFJ13 approaches them.

SFJ13: Poe, Moosehead Jack is being stubborn with comments this week, do you have anything to say?

Selena steps in front of SFJ13 and glares at her.

SFJ13: Okay little girl, I'm not scared of you.

Sa-T: Oh really? Skank! Are you afraid of this?

Selena pulls her pink barbed wire bat from behind her back. SFJ13 takes a step back away from it. Poe grabs SFJ13 by the arm and pulls her towards him.

Poe: To answer your question, yes, Moosehead Jack has been stubborn with his words this week. If it is his strategy to get under the Champion's skin by ignoring him, that is his business. I tried that once before. It didn't work. The Champion is many things, but to ignore him...not wise.

SFJ: Is that...is that a compliment from you about Alexander Darling? The man that took your World Championship away from you only a matter of weeks ago.

Sa-T: Listen you skank, you really...

Poe holds up his hand for Selena to stop. She does, but doesn't look happy.

Poe: Moose and Firewoman would be wise to take the Champion seriously. I trust that they do and this is merely a show. They do love a good show.

SFJ13: And your match this week?

Poe: The opponents for Stank and I...their silence speaks volumes. And speaking of silence...

Poe waves his hand for SFJ13 to leave and she takes the hint and leaves. Poe is about to walk on when Selena grabs his arm.

Poe: What is it my love?

Sa-T: You are the thunder and I am the lightning. You belong to me, your Snow White Queen.

Poe: I do love your poetry.

Sa-T: I mean it.

Poe: I know you do.

Poe kisses Selena on the forehead.

Poe: Let us go.

Poe offers Selena his arm and she takes it. As they walk down the Hallway, they approach a cardboard standee of SFJ13, which Selena quickly decapitates with her pink barbed wire bat, drawing a chuckle from Poe.

[mooseheadjack]

Firewoman runs into Moose as he walks away from SFJ whatever-it-was.

MHJ: You saw?

FW: Yeah, both.

MHJ: ....

FW: .....

The two siblings break into Cheshire Cat smiles and walk back to The Chamber

[mooseheadjack]

*Stank is sitting across from LD Williams in the common area of Chamber V when Moose and Fire walk in still grinning.*

Stank - Everything is coming along nicely, huh?

Moose - False senses of security. Empty threats.

FW - Unrealistic expectations.

LDW - Blind faith, fighting the "good" fight.

Stank - General stupidity, continued fucktardedness from fucktard, utter chaos... yeah... it's all happening like we said it would... but a lot slower than I thought it should.

MHJ - Well you said so yourself. General stupidity abounds.

Stank - Sure... but we need more.

FW - What's the matter Lucas? There not a enough victims out there for you?

LD - You and Poe are facing the Blue chick and Crete this week.

Stank - And after we destroy them?

MHJ - Actually... I wanted to talk to you about that.

Stank - Speak.

MHJ - Let's not be so quick to crush their spirits just yet.

Stank - Might be too late on that front. Crete is a mere shadow of his former self.

*Moose smirks*

MHJ - I think he may have a spark or two left in him.

Stank - Don't tell me you're buying into this whole new Heroes Guild crap. I destroyed the first one and the second never gained any ground. This new one with Ravenna Blue poses no-

Poe - Threat?

*Everyone turns their attention to Poe as he walks onto the scene.*

Stank - No... I was going to say interest. They haven't really done anything to warrant attention

FW - Except Ravenna taking my DDT Belt from me on a number of occasions.

Stank - Yeah all due to others who... have warranted our attention.

MHJ - I understand what you're saying Stank but what I'm getting at is... look we all have our own personal grudges we'd like to settle, but we are The Five. And like it or not... we're going to need to... not use up all of our... resources... if you will, in order to continue to show the world why we are who we say we are.

Stank - Which just speaks to what I'M getting at.

LDW - Which is?

*Stank looks around at his compatriots in The Five.*

Stank - Poe and I have been talking.

Poe - We think it's time we killed the OOWF and reanimated it into our own image.

FW - Um... I thought that was what we were doing?

Poe - Lioness

FW - I've told you about that.

Poe - My apologies... Firewoman.

Stank - Ravenna and Concrete, Lisa.

FW - What about them?

*It's Stank's turn to wear the Cheshire Cat smile.*

Stank - Moose... Poe and I are going to do to Crete what you could not.

MHJ - Erase him from existence?

Stank - In manner of speaking.

Poe - Let's just say... if this goes the way we think it will... Ravenna and the rest of the OOWF will never be the same.

<Fade>

[mooseheadjack]

*In the Hallway of Pulp Fiction Promos*

D.H. Magnusson: Tonight. Milan, Tennessee. Th' Midnight Sons an' Team TEAM, splittin' up inta one on on matches. Spin gets th' weasel, an' I get the pharmaceutical phenomenom. Just another day at the office.

You boys like t'spend f'ever spoutin' off about workin' smarter, not harder? Well that ain't us. Maybe accordin' to you that makes us not the smartest, but we ain't workin' for you. Th' people we're workin' for are the ones that brought us t'the dance - the fans. The common guy out there....An' I'll be damned if we ain't gonna bust our humps workin' as hard as can for them.

Tonight it's me an' you, Drago. Juice up, get your neck bolts tightened, get your bacne cleaned up, whatever - Just get your ass in my ring. You wanna backshot my brother, last week? Means I owe ya one. But I ain't th' kind to come atcha from behind. You're gonna see it comin'. Just a damned shame for you that ain't nothing you can do 'about it.

[mooseheadjack]

The camera fades in to Ravenna blue walking in to Tytan's dressing room holding a rose stem that has been plucked of petals.

Tytan: About time.

RB: I suppose I deserve that.

Tytan: You do. A lot of talk and no follow through isn't going to further your little "cause" here.

RB: Fine. I apologize for not coming to you sooner. I've been busy myself and had frankly been hoping for a larger response to my request. But even a castle started with one block.

Tytan: So, now that you're here and we're signing up, what is this big plan of yours?

RB: Well initially, I intended to gather us in one cause. Crete is around when he can be, but unless we're fighting the fight, he's not much of a conversationalist. Or a tactician. And Eco seems as single minded in his retaliation as the V are in their brutality.

She looks at Tytan for a second, to gauge his opinion. He just looks back at her.

Tytan: And your point is?

RB: We're being sloppy. We're sinking to their level of depravity. We're running around on the defensive and letting them call all the shots. We aren't unified or organized. The V are unified in their desire to break and destroy anything and everything that doesn't join them. It's not just about wrestling anymore. I have plenty of idealistic dreams of having an OOWF organizational meeting, but I doubt there could be enough security to keep it civil. Nor do I think the management minds the bloodshed. Most likely great for ratings. But I'm not going to watch people get permanently injured for the V's sport.

Tytan: And what do you propose to do about it?

RB: We need organization, leadership and to stop running around trying to be everywhere at once. It's counter productive.

Tytan: You've pointed out all the things that are wrong about our tactics. I still haven't heard what you think we need to do.

Ravenna sighs and throws the flower stem into the garbage bin.

RB: I say we get together, we work together and we stay together. These lone-hallway beatings are picking us apart. We need a Sanctum hang out. And we need to get our shit together so we aren't just running around trying to keep up with the Five. We need five of our own that we can count on, that we can trust and that will have our backs, regardless of how many surprise visits they make trying to scare us away. I've been threatened enough. I'm done with it.

Tytan: So you want to find a clubhouse then?

RB: That's a start. I'm going to see who else is with us. You can follow me if you want.

She turns and makes towards the door as the camera fades out.