MidWeek Mayhem (09/01) Live! From 100 Mile House B

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From 100 Mile House, British Columbia Canada

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. Ecosystem

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
The Dead vs. Poe

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Nothing Happened vs. Valor

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Chad Madison

Ravenna Blue vs. LD Williams
Alexander Darling vs. J-P Sparxx
Drink & Destroy vs. Moosehead Jack & Stank
Matt Folz vs. Eric O'Mac
Dr. Infieri vs. Tyler Vangarde

Card subject to Canadian Exchange Rate

[BookerShark]

(After the PPV a Random SFJ catches up with Tytan in the parking lot.)

SFJ: Well it seems like Valor didn't have the great of a night care to comment?

Tytan: Not a great night come on. Ravenna took it to Eric. Chris took care of Bryce, Wrath showed that he can handle himself on his own and Eco didn't win the title. All in all that is a pretty good night for Valor.

SFJ: You had a hell of a match in the main event. What do you have to say about it?

Tytan: I told you we were going to blow the roof off this place, and once again I have to take my hat off to Firewoman. She once again proved that she is a worthy Champion.

SFJ: You also said she was distracted in an earlier promo.

Tytan: Yes, I did and I was wrong she brought her A game when she needed to and I will be the first to say I was wrong and Congrats goes to her.

SFJ: Now, once again you end up getting a shot at the Tag-titles with Wrath again at Mayhem.

Tytan: Yeah we do and I guess when it comes down to it we are the only team that can stand toe to toe with the champs.

(Tytan starts looking around.)

SFJ: You seem distracted?

Tytan: Looking for the rest of Valor so we can get to the Hospital and check on Chris.

(See them coming in a car.)

Tytan: Oh and one final thing Firewoman is you need a special ref for that match I would gladly do double duty that night and call it down the middle for you. Also, an extra set of eyes to watch out for the Devil Brigade wouldn't hurt either.

Think about it.

(Heads to the car and leaves with the rest of Valor.)

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*Fade in*

Footage is shown of two ambulances, side by side, being loaded. One is flanked by Ecosystem and E-DEVILERS, all talking quietly about Bryce's condition. The door closes and the ambulance slowly pulls away, with a police escort.

Chris Evans is raised into the second ambulance, with members of Valor all around, also concerned for his condition. The ambulance pulls away, and the members of E-DEVILERS and Valor look at each other, but have no altercation. Eco walks over to Ravenna and attempts to give her a business card, but she and the rest of Valor leave. E-DEVILERS aren't far behind, heading off in a different direction.

*Fade out*

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Firewoman is in medical...again. Getting her ribs taped....again. She sees Poe and Selena walking past the door in the hallway, shoves the medical staff off of her, and storms after them. She pushes Selena aside as Poe turns around to see what the commotion is about.

Poe: Partner...

FW: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT?

Poe: *smirking* My dear Lioness, I have no idea what you're talking about.

FW: Really? You fucking cheap shot me in a title match, when you're supposed to be on my side?

Poe: It was not a cheap shot...He ducked.

FW: I'm not talking about the Hieroglyph to my face, although that WAS special. I saw him duck. I'm talking about YOU, who are supposed to be my PARTNER, with whom I'm supposed to have some sort of truce targeting my ribs, not once, but TWICE....and LAUGHING about it.

Poe: Oh that *batistalaughs* I couldn't resist really.

FW: Yeah, you could have. But you didn't.

Moose and Stank stagger out of the medical room, followed by LD, and the three take up positions keeping Firewoman and Poe separate, as Firewoman is looking like she's ready to throw down right there, and Poe's not going to back down if she does. LD handles Fire, barely, and Stank stands in front of Poe, hand up to his chest. Moose stands between everyone.

Stank: Not now, man....you don't want this....

Poe: If you hadn't yet again lost your focus, Lioness, I would have never gotten to those ribs. But you slipped up...again....as you always do.

LD: C'mon Fire let's go back to The Chamber and not make a scene here.

FW: Oh, I'll make a scene all right. I was not distracted, I was wrestling two ... well, make that THREE other people.

Poe: It wouldn't have mattered.

FW: What the fuck does that mean?

MHJ: Fire....Poe.....c'mon....let's--

Poe: You know what that means. I know what that means. The entire country of Japan knows what that means. You know you can't beat me.

There's a moment of silence in the hallway.

Poe: Face it...you had your chance twice now. Once solo and once in the fatal four way. You couldn't pin me. In fact, if I had to count, I would say that on points alone I defeated you.

MHJ: Omar....

Poe: No, it's about time we stop coddling her, Ket. She needs to realize that while she's good...she's very VERY good....but I'm just that much better.

Firewoman lunges and it takes both LD and Moose to push her back.

FW: *to Moose* Are you fucking serious? I can't believe you're defending him.

MHJ: Fire, I'm not.....

FW: *back to Poe* You think I can't defeat you? I think you're wrong. Lucky? Where the FUCK is my valet?

Lucky appears from where he's been hiding.

Lucky: Yeah?

FW: Tell Rick. I don't care where or when on the card it happens. But I want HIM. IN the ring. One on one.

Lucky: Um...are you sure about that?

MHJ: Fire, this is no good...

FW: You need to decide right now where your loyalties lie in this, my brother. Get your ass off the fence.

MHJ: Are you serious...

FW: Moose...you said it yourself..."to every thing, there is a season."

The members of The Five all look at each other.

FW: Lucky, tell Rick to make it happen.

Lucky: Right...one non-title--

FW: No...it's for the belt.

LDW: Fire...think about this...

FW: What? Wait...you don't think I can do it either?

LDW: I didn't say that, I just--

FW: Get off me.

LDW: I don't think--

FW: I said.....get your hands off me.

LD reluctantly lets go, as Fire backs off. She looks at each member of The Five in turn.

FW: LD...I don't know what to say...I thought you.....*turning to Stank, who is still holding Poe back. Poe is sneering, but clearly pleased with this turn of events* I do NOT need a boob job!

Stank: That's not what I meant--

FW: Just shut it...Moose..........

MHJ: ......

FW: .... I can't even look at you right now. I'm outta here. Lucky...make the match.

MHJ: Okay...let's just go....we need to get to the plane.

FW: If you think I'm riding across the Pacific on a plane with ANY of you, you are delusional. I'll find my own way out of Japan, thanks. *she looks again at Poe who is still smiling* Yeah...keep smiling.....you wanna antagonize me? Just get in the ring, mother fucker. I gotta couple of years of antagonism saved up with your name on it.

FW storms off. She runs face first into Chad Madison.
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CM: Hey...wow, are you okay.

FW: Sparkling....uh...congratulations on your win. I hope you get the belt.

CM: Wow, really? Thanks...Hey...where you going?

FW: Anywhere else but here.

Fire walks away, leaving Chad confused.

[BookerShark]

Chad Madison continues down the hallway and is approached by a RNSFJ

RNSFJ: Chaddiee poooo!

Chad: I TOLD you... not on camera...

(the RNSFJ looks dejected, Chad puts his arm around her)

Chad: Aww C'mon. I'll forgive ya.

RNSFJ: I'm supposed to ask you about....... Hmmmm.. something important I think.

Chad: My match? My partner?

RNSFJ: Something like that.

Chad: (laughing) Too cute. Anyway. Crusher. Gave you quite the little run for your money, didn't I? Didn't expect that out of the fun-loving ladies man, did ya?

I told you. Until Zane returns, I am putting Every effort into becoming Onslaught Champion.

I may not have defeated you Sunday, but you coudn't beat me either. Imagine how tough a match it will be this week when I haven't wrestled earlier in the show? Think about it big man.

RNSFJ: Wow, you got really serious there.

Chad: I take wrestling very serious. Kind of like Zane

RNSFJ: Oh yeah! I was supposed to ask about him.

Chad: Zane will be back soon enough. Not sure how much good Dr. Freedman will have done, but he'll be back and then we'll go after our Record-Breaking Fifth OOWF World Tag Team Championship. Now. let's go have ourselves a little fun, shall we?

(Chad & the RNSFJ walk out arm-in-arm)

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*Airport*

The Darling clan of Alexander, Alexis, and Spencer along with Ashley and Shawn Johnson are walking through the Tokyo Airport as they head to the private Darling plane for the flight to Canada. They're all chatting like normal and enjoying the VIP privileges a Darling gets you until Spencer taps Alexander on the should and points to the long security checkpoint and they notice the person standing near the front of a line. Firewoman slowly walks through security with Lucky a step behind. As the Darling clan walks through the checkpoint, they notice Fire head straight for the bar while Lucky checks the board. Spencer leans over and whispers something to her brother. He looks at her almost asking if she's sure and Spencer nods. Alexander tells Lexie where he's going and he heads off for the bar.

Alexander: Hey you.

Firewoman: Alex.

Alexander: Everything okay pookie?

Fire: No one's around. You can't piss anyone else off by calling me pookie, you know.

Alexander: Not here, but they're watching I bet. But seriously, everything okay?

Fire: Oh, everything's peachy. I'm sitting in a damn airport waiting for a flight that doesn't take off for hours because I can't stand to be around my so-called allies anymore. I'm just fucking perfect Alex.

Alexander: Hey...I really don't feel like putting myself back in the middle of your group's business...

Fire: Too fucking late. Marrying me kinda puts you there.

Alexander: Be that as it may, I only married you and it doesn't mean I have to deal with the rest of your friends bullshit. Seriously, I know what we talked about the other night but you still never told me the most important thing.

Fire: Does it really matter?

Alexander: Of course it does. It always has and always will. Look, this isn't the place to do this. Why don't you grab your Lucky and take the flight with us back.

Fire: Us?

Alexander: Yea, I got the jet so we're all taking it back to Canada. It'll be like old times. It'll give all of us a chance to talk about the future.

Fire: Who's us?

Alexander: Well, me and Lexie of course. Shawn's coming. And Spencer and Ashley want to travel back in comfort and I owe her for what your...I just owe her.

Fire: That it...because I know what you're trying to do and I don't...

Alexander: I'm not trying to do anything Fire. The past is just that. If they show up, they get a ride...they're family. That's all it is. It's no grand scheme to put the band back together.

Fire: Right...I dunno.......

Alexander: The plane just recently got restocked with authentic Swiss Godiva chocolate.

Fire: Damn you...I'll get Lucky and meet you at the gate. Same place as last time.

Alexander: Yea...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Sometime later Stank is in The Chamber V where he is approached by SFJ#5*

Stank - Not in the mood, Isabella.

SFJ#5 - Care to comment on your recent loss to Drink & Destroy?

Stank - You say that like winning the match was the goal.

SFJ#5 - I'm sorry?

Stank - You think either Moose or I give a rat's ass about winning matches when it comes to Drink & Destroy?

SFJ#5 -

Stank - The mission is to make them hurt, to fuck them up, to destroy them. Mission accomplished with the first two, though they still persist. That is the only dissappointment I feel in regards to the match. Ask them if they felt the win was worth the price! Then tell them to keep in mind that Moose and I get another chance to put the hurt on them again come Mayhem. Moose and I don't care how much of our own blood is spilled, how many bones are broken, we will do whatever it takes to annihilate them. Outback Jack is dead, Jack of the Hinterlands is on life support. How many more of Jack's personalities do I have to maim before he gets the message... We WILL NOT stop until Drink & Destroy DIES!

SFJ#5 - Okay... ... what are your comments on Fire-

Stank -(interrupting) STOP!

SFJ#5 - ... ... but there seems to be a rift forming amongst-

Stank - -(interrupting again) RIFT? RIFT? And WHOSE FAULT is that? Fuck! If I knew it was THAT easy to goad Firewoman into a title match I would have antagonized her sensitive ass back when she beat her "husband" for the strap! And POE? What the fuck is he THINKING?? Is he so insecure in his MANHOOD that his ego won't allow for a woman to be World Champion? And fucking LD Williams! Why the fuck is he constantly jumping to Fire's defense? If ANYONE is coddling Fire in The Five it's HIM! What is he in LOVE with her? Forget it man! SHE'S TAKEN! She's sleeping with the enemy! What with her cultivating this LIE Fuck and Tard is feeding her about being her half cousin or whatever the fuck we're supposed to believe he is and having secret dinners with her old, dead ass, stable and all. I'm not even sure Fire WANTS to be part of The Five anymore. Fucking Moose can't control her. NO ONE can! Nor do we necessarily want her to be controlled-- I -- fuck woman I'm just venting! DON'T fucking ASK ME about this SHIT!

*Stank storms off leaving SFJ#5 confused*

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*Davin and Samantha are jogging through the airport, and manage to catch up to Alexander, who is, at present, the only one who hasn't gone on the plane*

DM: Alex!

AD: Oh. Hi. What?

DM: My jet...

SDM: Community property, baby.

DM: Sorry. OUR jet couldn't make it over here.

AD: Why not?

DM: It's stuck in Miami.

AD: Miami? Thunderstorm? Hurricane?

SDM: Search.

AD: Search?

DM: Search?

SDM: Yeah. Search. No big deal.

*They all kind of exchange looks*

DM: Anyway, can we hitch a ride with you guys?

AD: Umm, it's a little crowded, but hell, what's family for?

DM: Thanks Alex. I'll get you back for this.

*Davin claps him on the shoulder as he and Samantha head down to the plane*

AD: This should be fun.

*fade*

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*As Davin, Alexander, and the rest are about to board the plane, Eric O'Mac runs up to the gate.*

Eric: HEY GUYS! CAN I COME TOO?

*Alexander and Davin look at each other.*

Alexander: Um...no.

*Eric throws his arms up in the air.*

Eric: Fine! Fuck you guys anyways!

Davin: Don't you have a private plane owned by your Dad around here somewhere?

Eric: Yeah, but we aren't flying them around because they think it'll hurt my step-mom's chances of winning the election. By the way, vote McMahon, Davin.

Davin: We'll see.

*Eric walks away, dejected. Fade out.*

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Moosehead Jack is walking to the gate for the plane to Canada. Before he gets to the gate, he sees A'isha al-Takriti watching the plane from as close as Japanese security will let her get to the gate.

MHJ: You're not coming?

Aa-T: Nah. Time to do my own thing now. I didn't really feel that welcome anyway.

MHJ: Well, you did cause a lot of problems during your stay. I didn't make you feel...

Aa-T: No, you're always fine by me Ket. Especially when you get all violent like you have been.

A'isha finally faces him.

Aa-T: You keep doing what you need to do. Fuck everyone else. It's your life, your career, and your feeling and opinions. Don't let anyone, and I mean ANYONE, try to influence you.

MHJ: A'isha, always the voice of reason.

Aa-T: Yeah, we're pretty messed up aren't we?

Moose playfully shoves A'isha. She smiles.

Aa-T: Get on the plane already, would ya?

MHJ: I'm sure I'll see you soon, Squirt.

Moose boards the plane. He looks down the aisle and sees Poe already on the plane, with Selena sitting on his lap, looking out the window and pointing and laughing at something in typical Selena fashion. Moose smirks, as he always finds her amusing, and then plops down next to Poe. Selena stops laughing, trying to look all serious.

Poe: Moose.

MHJ: Omar.

Sa-T: Moose.

Moose looks at Selena strangesly, perhaps slightly hurt (he does have feelings).

MHJ: Mouse.

There's an awkward moment of silence.

Poe: Gonna lecture me about Fire?

MHJ: Wouldn't do any good. I know that. But I hafta ask...why couldn't you just get along and help her?

Poe: She the Champion of the World Moose. She does NOT need babying. She does not need my help. No one helped me. If she is worthy, she wouldn't need me. If she needs me...

MHJ: I think she proved that she's more than worthy.

Poe: To you maybe.

Sa-T: Ooooo.

MHJ: you've never been this petty Omar.

Poe: Hello Pot, have you met Kettle?

MHJ: Leave my issues with Little Darling out of this.

Poe: Preaching to the choir on Darling, Moose. But as far as Fire goes, I think I've done more than my share of tolerance and peace-making. Obviously, she forgets all this, because her attention span is as long as an inchworm.

Moose sighs.

MHJ: I'm just trying to keep the Five...

Poe: I'm not the ticking time bomb.

MHJ: Stop interrupting me!

Selena starts to look around uncomfortably, as she realizes she's kind of trapped if something happens between the two.

Poe: I do not envy your position. You're stuck between your sister, who's always tempestuous, immature, and angry, and your long time ally who's calm, level-headed, and wiser than she.

MHJ: You two might be the death of me.

Poe: I WILL pursue Firewoman. I will pursue my belt. I've bided my time long enough. As long as she's Champion, she's in my cross-hairs. As is The Dead on Wednesday. If you wish me to not pursue her...hope she loses that belt soon.

Moose is quiet for a moment.

MHJ: ...and the Five?

Poe smirks.

Poe: Get Firewoman a labotomy.

Sa-T: Oo! I wanna doggie too!

Poe smiles and pulls her head to his shoulder. Moose looks at them for a second, and then slowly gets out of the seat and walks to his.

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The theme to Rocky plays as someone hops around with a star-spangled robe, alongside a black girl wearing a stars & stripes swimsuit. They turn around...it's J-P Sparxx, with Jewel


J-PS: (using his best Sly Stallone voice) I did it! I did it yo! I did it Jewely!

Jewel: What'choo call me?

J-PS: (now he's using his best Muhammad Ali voice) I floated like a buttuhfly. I stung like a bee. (Normal voice) You son? You just stunk.

Jewel: Stinky ol' crackah.

J-PS: And you get three mo' days to learn from yo mistakes and face me, The Spark again. You can't handle 'dis, son.

Jewel gets close to Sparxx.

Jewel: I can.

J-PS: Yeah, yeah, you sho can, but das not what we talkin' 'bout baby! I'm talkin' 'bout beatin' Pussy Boy's ass yet again.

Jewel: It was a thing a beauty baby!

J-PS: Get'cher excuses ready bitch. J-P's gonna git'cha. Again! KnowwhatI'msayin'?

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The scene comes up at an airport bar, where we see several patrons leaving. Most look either sick or angry, and all of them have a hint of fear in their eyes. DVD walks into the scene noticing the commotion and just sighs. He walks up to the doorway and speaks.

DVD: What are you guys doing here?

OBJ(from inside the bar): (belches) That's Australian for having a beer mate.

DVD: I can see that, I meant why haven't you guys been to medical?

The camera zooms in and we see that OBJ and DDT are sitting at a table drinking a bottle of whiskey. They are both still in ring gear, and covered in blood and bruises. What looks to be parts of a torn shirt are wrapped around various parts of both men's bodies, and a large chunk of glass is sticking out of Danny's arm.

OBJ: Stank keeps talking about how him and Moose are taking us out, claiming that we won't be able to handle the pain.

DDT nods his head in agreement.

OBJ: Well mate, this pain is nothing to the pain I felt when he betrayed us, when he put Spin and Wally in the hospital. This pain is temporary, it will pass. As for the big guy, frankly I think the pain is just motivating him.

Danny taps on the piece of glass in his arm, winces and takes another shot.

DVD: Okay, sometimes you creep me out Jack.

Both Jack and Danny just smile at this.

Danny wipes some of the blood off his forehead and smears it across his chest. He smiles and holds out his hand as if offering a handshake.

DVD: So your saying that you are just gonna live with the pain until Stank stands in the middle of the ring and shakes your hand?

OBJ: Stank needs to realize this isn't the old D&D. We aren't a "Pale imitaiton" as he likes to say. We don't want to imitate the old day's of D&D, we want to surpass them.

DDT and OBJ lift up there drinks and clink em before downing them.

DVD: Fine, but how did you get through security with that sticking out of your arm? (He points to the piece of glass)

OBJ: Would you stop us?

DVD: Point taken. They won't let you on the plane with it.

DDT shrugs, and rips the shard out of his arm wincing slightly. He grabs a napkin off the table and wraps it around the freshly opened wound.

OBJ: Stank and Moose can bring whatever pain they want this wendsday, it won't be enough to keep us down........Trust me.

DDT chuckles silently as OBJ erupts into laughter. DVD just sighs and pulls up a seat as the camera fades.

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<cut the plane which everyone SHOULD be on by now, the same plane, not individual planes, the OOWF travels together, remember? Moose sits down in his seat next to Stank, clearly in a foul mood, Stank waits a minute then speaks>

Sta: So, Fire.......

MHJ: For the love of God, if one more person asks me about my sister, I am going to throw them out of the fucking plane. My sister is a lot of things, she is one of the best wrestlers in the world, she is sly and she is devious, she is also a Quinn and that makes her stubborn as fuck. She is not going to like this, but she was wrong. SHE kept pushing Poe

Sta: Wait, what?

MHJ: She will think I am siding with him, and she is wrong. I am not taking sides. Poe could be more understanding, but Poe has also let A LOT slide. But she had to keep pushing and pushing.......

<before Moose can go on the plane takes off and everyone is quiet. As the plane levels out, an OOWF aid comes up and tells Moose that he and Stank are wanted in GM the Rick's office in the back of the plane>

MHJ: God damn it

<They get up and head to the back to Rick's makeshift office, as they walk in, they see that Outback Jack and Danny Taylor are already there. Stank starts to lunge toward Jack, but GM the Rick jumps out of his seat and yells>

GMtR: NO FIGHTING ON THE PLANE YOU ASSHOLES! I swear to god, if there is ANY altercation between you four, you are suspended without pay for ninety days, no excuses. Now sit down and shut up

<Moose and Stank reluctantly sit down and Rick continues>

GMtR: Moose, where the fuck is Fire and the Darlings

MHJ: Fuck if I know, guess they took another plane

GMtR: The OOWF travels together

MHJ: Yeah, so I have heard

GMtR: Well all of them are fined, tell her that for me

MHJ: Fuck you, tell her yourself

<GM the Rick glares at Moose>

GMtR: Fine. Now, as for the four of you. This little tour of Japan has the Board of Directors up my ass. First Moose and Darling try to kill one another, then Larson and Evans try to murder one another, then Stank and Jack try to kill one another. Then, on Sunday, the four of you try to up the ante even more. Well we are not doing that again. I am catching too much heat for this. So this is what we are doing, your match at Mayhem is going to be fought under Onslaught rules

OBJ: <laughing> Gonna be the shortest match in the history of the OOWF mate

GMtR: Yeah, I thought you might think that, so I am adding a stipulation to that, the winning team gets a guaranteed future tag team title shot, that should give you some incentive to keep it in the ring

<The four seem to consider that for a moment>

GMtR: Ok, we are done here, get back to your seats and get some rest, this has been a hard tour

<the four leave, without incident, barely. Moose and Stank get back to their seats and sit there in quiet for a bit>

Sta: Well?

MHJ: Winning the tag titles would give them legitimacy. The only way they are getting a shot is if they beat us

Sta: Doesn't do us any good just beating their heads in then. Fucking Rick

MHJ: There are more ways to hurt someone than by using chairs and barbed wire

Sta: Really? This is coming from YOU?

MHJ: Fuck you. Look, relax now, we will talk to LD when we get back, he knows all about that shit. If we can't tear their flesh with barbed wire, we will break their bones with moves. Simple

<Moose settles back into his seat clearly not wanting to be bothered anymore>

Sta: Yeah, simple

<fade>

[BookerShark]

COLD OPEN on the back of the OOWF plane. The Crusher Stan Fulton is sitting in the farthest reaches of Coach. Because he's so large, he's sitting across two seats. Two kids are in front of him kneeling on their seats and laughing and pointing. Fulton punches both seats sending the kids flying back into the seats in front of them, earning both a scolding from their parents.

Fulton notices the camera.

"Gonna get fined for that I'm sure.

"OK, here it is. I have to face Chad Madison again after facing him Sunday night. Now since fat people aren't well liked in this business, and especially in the OOWF, I'm guessing I'm losing this week."

Kayfabe give Fulton the finger as she goes to sit down in First Class

"Stank gets a pass because he's with The Five and has been here a while. I'm not getting such treatment. So here's the plan. If I lose the Onslaught title this week, and I fully expect to, I quit the OOWF.

"So to all of you people who condone America's last allowed discrimination, I have three words for you.

"En..."

Fulton stops, shakes his head and looks back into the camera.

"Go fuck yourselves."

FADE

[BookerShark]

[Tyler Vangarde storms into GMTheRick's office.]

Vangarde: What's with the card?

GMtR: What's wrong with it?

Vangarde: Why am I taking on one of my DEVILERS teammates?

GMtR: Well, you've been having troubles recently, and you were fighting amongst yourselves at the PPV, so why shouldn't you and Infieri have a bout?

Vangarde: I have no problem with him, nor anyone else in DEVILERS.

GMtR: Isn't it E-DEVILERS now?

Vangarde: I refuse to acknowledge the existence of that piece of shit.

GMtR: Nevertheless, the match is made. Maybe you should go out and win your match this week. Looks like you might be on one end of a power struggle.

Vangarde: This isn't the end of this. Remember my little contract extension detail? I win this week, I'm gonna challenge Eric. Get ready to book it for next week.

[Vangarde storms out. Fade.]

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**L.D. Williams is sitting alone on the plane when SFJ#5 approaches.**

LDW: “Figured you’d be along.”

SFJ#5: “Where do you want to start? This week‘s match?”

LDW: <chuckles> “Ravenna Blue. When we formed the Five, Ms. Blue was one of the first to step up. That, like most of what Ravenna has done since she came to the OOWF, impresses me. Despite everything else going on around here, I’m looking forward to testing myself against such a worthy opponent.”

SFJ#5: “Speaking of everything else going on…”

LDW: “You know, I was going to make some veiled comments, but screw the passive aggressive crap. Let’s just lay it out there. I asked Fire to reconsider wrestling Poe, but not because I doubt her. I thought it might. be best for the Five. Apparently that’s not relevant anymore. My mistake. Fire. If you and Poe want to throw down, have at it. Poe - it’s a fine line, but it’s yours to walk. Chase the title. It’s none of my business.

Now as for my other allies, Stank, if you think I can’t cut it, you’re welcome to try me any time you like. And Moose, I’ve had your back for six fucking years, and this makes twice that you’ve left me high-and-dry for one of Stank’s crusades. It won’t happen a third time.”

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*Stank is listening to LD Williams interview from his seat.*

Stank - Motherfucker.

*Moosehead Jack comments without opening his eyes.*

MHJ - Let it go, Stank.

Stank - Gotdammit no. He is the second person this week to twist my words. I never said he couldn't cut it!

MHJ - *sigh*

Stank - I won't repeat what I actually said because you said you were sick of hearing about your sister but, FUCK YOU BILLY DEE!

*LD Williams hearing Stank's outburst, stands up, and heads over to where Stank and Moose are seated. When he arrives he stands over the two.*

LDW - You want to TRY me LUCAS?

Stank - Man, fuck you! Mood I'm in... I will BEAT YOUR-

MHJ - interrupting ENOUGH! LD GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT! NOBODY is CHALLENGING YOU!

LDW - Since when do you EVER tell ME what to do, JACK?

MHJ - *sigh*

Stank - You SEE? Sensitive! Just like his GIRLFRIEND!

LDW - FUCK YOU!

Stank - No FUCK YOU!

MHJ - Give it a REST, STANK! DAMN YOU BOTH for making ME the voice of REASON!

LDW - You better keep your boy on a leash!

Stank - BOY? oh HELL no!

LDW - I didn't MEAN it like THAT!

Stank - Oooh just WAIT til this plane LANDS, LD! Oooh I'm going to FUCK you UP so BAD!

MHJ - STOP IT BOTH OF YOU... jeeeezuss!

LDW - (glaring at Stank) I'll be waiting for you on the tarmac.

*LD Williams walks back to his seat. Stank calls after him.*

Stank -(mockingly) Looking forward to it, Bitch!

MHJ - What are you, two years old? You are NOT FIGHTING LD!

Stank - Since when do you tell ME what to do, Moose?

MHJ - *sigh* Fine. Kill each other. I just don't give a damn any more. DON'T expect me to help you with Drink & Destroy after you're done.

Stank - What? C'mon Moose. Are you serious?

MHJ -

Stank - Fuck, man. ALRIGHT! Shit.

MHJ -

Stank - I said FINE, okay?

MHJ - No.

Stank - What the fuck you want me to do? I'm NOT going to beg.

MHJ - Go make it right with LD. We need what he knows for the next match.

Stank - Fuck him. I won't fight him, but I'm not apologizing!

MHJ - (Through gritted teeth.) Lucas!

Stank - HE started it!

MHJ - No. YOU did!

Stank - What?

MHJ - LD's concern for my sister should NOT be an issue with you.

Stank - It seems to go a little beyond concern Moose.

MHJ - You sound jealous.

Stank - JEALOUS?? OF WHAT?

MHJ - Just saying.

Stank - I'm NOT fucking JEALOUS of LD and FIRE! Give me a FUCKING--

MHJ - Then why are you accusing him of having desires for my sister? MY sister, Stank.

Stank - Oh for FUCK sake! POE was the one who brought up CODDLING! I was just directing the accusation in the right direction!

MHJ - You accused LD of wanting to sleep with my sister.

Stank - Now YOU'RE twisting my words?

MHJ - I heard the promo.

Stank - I was JUST-- God DAMN it! Okay, okay!... unfuckingbelievable, FINE! I'll go apologize!

*Stank rises from his seat.*

Stank - Not that I DID, but accusing LD of wanting to sleep with Fire is not the WORST thing in the world... unless you're gay.

MHJ - Or you're talking to her brother!

*Stank throws his hands up.*

Stank - Point taken.

*Stank starts to storm off in LD's directtion, but then turns back.*

Stank - Speaking of gay, it occurs to me that LD may be more hurt by the fact that you're teaming with me than the whole Firewoman issue.

MHJ - This is the worst promo of my life.

Stank -

MHJ - (squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose.) I don't care what you think Stank just go make things right with LD, please.

Stank -

MHJ - I'm begging you.

*Without another word Stank turns and walks off toward LD Williams seat.*

MHJ - I need a drink.

Fade

[BookerShark]

**Stank reaches L.D.’s seat. L.D. says nothing, but holds up a portable DVD player.**

Originally posted by mooseheadjack
Stank: ”… LD Williams thought it was too far, so I knew he couldn’t cut it. But this man, I know there is no limit to what he will do. I know there is no line he won’t cross. I know that with him as my partner, Drink and Destroy will get what they deserve... complete annihilation.”

Stank: “…so I said it…”

LDW: “Yep.”

S: “Fuck.”

LDW: “Yep.”

S: “...I…wait. WAIT! I didn’t say it – Moose did! Look at the quote tag!”

**Kay Fabe stands up, glass in hand, as Williams turns the DVD player toward himself.**

LDW: “Huh. Look at that. I owe you an apology Stank.”

**Kay sits back down, weeping softly.**

S: “So, you’re not mad about the wanting to sleep with Fire stuff?”

LDW: “-”

S: “Right.”

LDW: “Besides, it annoys Moose.”

S: “It would piss him off more if you-”

LDW: “Drop it.”

S: “Right. So… we good?”

LDW: “You mean aside from the fact I’m dealing with Eco and his goons by myself while you two play with D&D..and the fact you implied I was gay a minute ago?”

S: “-”

LDW: “Maybe you should go talk to your partner about putting words in your mouth…prevent these little misunderstandings”

S: “MOOSE!”

[BookerShark]

Meanwhile on a way more quieter plane that is going to be well worth the fine for traveling separately, Alexander Darling is awakened by a cell phone ringing off the hook...if cell phones can do that. He turns to the seat next to him.

AD: Fire...you sleeping? Fire....FIRE.

Fire wakes up in her sleep with a start and a weak swing in the direction of Alexander's voice.

AD: Hey, watch the nose...it's still tender.

FW: What the hell do you want?

AD: An answer?

FW: I'm too sleepy for this right now. Besides we have quite the audience with your entire family.

AD: That and your cell phone keeps ringing.

FW: I know...I'll call him back later.

AD: Oh....Look, you can't really be considering this deal with WWE, right? I mean, you saw what happened with Danielson...

FW: *groggily* Yeah, but he's back. I told you that whole thing was a work.

AD: Okay, what about Natalya? And Steamboat's daughter? Think they're being used right?

FW: Alex....I get what your saying, I do. But it's a lot of money. I'd be stupid to not at least think about it.

AD: Not to mention it comes with a big stupid string attached.

FW: Those are two different offers.

AD: Uh, no, I distinctly recall Lucky saying that--

FW: *waking up a bit* Why is Lucky giving you these details? That's none of your....remind me to fire him.

AD: He's looking out for your best interests here.

FW: Uh huh.

AD: You didn't get into this because you liked wearing matching outfits and jobbing to ... what do you call them? "Unemployed pole dancers?"

FW: For the record, I do enjoy jobbing to pole dancers....

AD: Right well, ask Serena what happens to divas who don't toe the line.

FW: I know...just....all those zeros.......

AD: Fire, money isn't everything.

FW: *now fully awake and sitting up in her seat* Wow. You're serious when you say that.

AD: Well, yeah, I mean--

FW: You really don't get it.

AD: What is there to get?

FW: Spoken like someone who has no idea what they're talking about. Maybe money means nothing to you, but when you grow up with nothing...with LESS than nothing....when you need a loan for a cup of coffee....when you do.....when you have to do what you can just to survive...not go on fancy vacations, not dine in five star restaurants, or drive nice cars with designer cars....just to make sure you stay breathing for another 24 hours.... Yeah...money IS everything.

AD: I don't know what to say...

FW: Yeah, well, maybe Moose is right about one thing. You aren't from our world.

Fire's phone rings again, but a different ring tone this time.

FW: Speak of the devil...I should take this...privately.

Alex nods and goes back to another seat. The ninja cams coordinate with the other plane, so we are able to hear both sides.

FW: Hey.

MHJ: Hey. How's it going.

FW: Well, I was sleeping...

MHJ: You?

FW What do you want?

MHJ: I'm not taking--

FW: You are. Well...okay...you're not...but you're not taking mine either.

MHJ: We are so going to talk about this when we land.

FW: Yes, we are. How's everyone else.

MHJ: Poe is...silent. Stank and LD are arguing through me. Stank thinks LD wants to sleep with you, LD thinks Stank is just stirring up trouble.

FW: Hehehe...you know that's just a thing we do to annoy you.

MHJ: Yeah, well, it works.

FW: Things here are....fine.

MHJ: That's too bad.

FW: I'm hanging up now.

MHJ: We will have that conversation when we land. You need to decide what it is you want.

FW: Count on it. You need to decide where you stand.

Firewoman hangs up. Moose does the same.

Stank: So uh...everything okay?

MHJ: I hope so.

Back on the Darling jet, Alexander has returned to his seat, but says nothing since Fire is turned away from him. After a moment the camera changes angle to focus on Firewoman who is flipping a business card over and over in her hand.

FW: *mumbling as she starts to fall back asleep So...what do I want....

The camera focuses in the card, which has Ecosystem's real name on it, and a phone number.

[BookerShark]

(Ecosystem walks over to Stan "Crusher" Fulton on the plane.)

Eco: Stan, it doesn't have to be like that.

Crusher: Why shouldn't it be? I am so sick of the disrespect. You assume wrestling might be one place where there would be acceptance, fear rather than mockery.

Eco: But there is fear, Stan. You have two titles to your name at the moment. Stan Fulton, Onslaught Champion and DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion. You have become one of the most decorated wrestlers in this company very quickly.

Vangarde: Woo! Rock and roll! You're the gnarliest double champ EVER!

Crusher: ...

Vangarde: Old habits die hard, sorry. (Tyler Vangarde exits)

Eco: Our little Devil's Brigade is all about taking the respect we are due. By working together, we will ensure that you are not dism--

Crusher: You know, Juni, sometimes I think you get a little...confused. You see a big man, the same way everyone else does, and you think "mindless lackey."

Eco: To be fair, we hooked up right after I split with Damon Wrath...

Crusher: Cute. But anyway, you talk to me about a mission in a way that expects me to fall in line. I may be your ally, but I don't fall in line for anybody.

Eco: You're not falling in--dammit Fulton!

Crusher: Strike a nerve?

Eco: No, you didn't strike a fucking nerve, you're just pissing me off. Look, I went to one of the best universities in the world, I know intelligence when I see it. I would never, and I mean NEVER, dismiss you as a fool.

If anything, I think your problem is you think too much. The world is depraved and disrespectful. Life is mean, brutish and short. Reflect on the big picture and it's easy to despair. Look at the small things, what you've accomplished...and there is reason for hope.

Fulton: I have lost a friend and gained a couple titles. I have allies, but no vengeance. You may traffic in hope, Juni, but I want results.

Eco: You know what, Stan? This conversation is irrelevant. You're retaining that Onslaught Championship. We'll talk after Wednesday.

(Eco walks up the plane aisle, but stops and turns around.)

Eco: Also, Vader and Yokozuna?

Fulton: I'll raise you Big Daddy V and Big Dick Johnson.

(Eco throws up his hands and keeps walking.)

FADE

[BookerShark]

[The Dead overhears Eco talking to Stan Fulton about respect. As Eco makes his way back his seat, Dead pulls him aside.]

Dead: Nice speech.

Eco: "Speech" is not exactly the...

Dead: Look, we've been doing this together for a while now. You and I both know we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things...

Eco: Now that's not necessarily...

Dead: BUT, one thing we do see eye to eye on is respect. And that we need to take the respect we are due.

Eco: Exactly, Deadly. We must show those who...

Dead: So, did you look at the card this week?

[Before Eco can answer, Dead shoves the card in Eco's face.]

Dead: Poe? Again?!?

Eco: It would seem that...

Dead: It would seem that Rick has his head up his ass. He's been in the ring with me multiple times, and I've still got the belt. They can't put anyone in that ring who can go toe to toe with me. Apparently I'm a division killer.

Eco: Well, this gives us an opportunity to...

Dead: To kick his ass again? Sure. But apparently The Rick has a hard-on for guys who do nothing but quote "dark" and "ominous" passages and hang around middle school girls. The guy needs to find his own words and hang out with some even close to his own age.

Eco: That is something we can agree...

[The Dead stands up and yells toward Poe and leaves Eco to finish his sentence.]

Dead: Poe, I don't know what you've been doing behind closed doors, but you've managed to get yourself another shot at my title. Hell, I guess you and Rick feel that if you keep coming after me, eventually you'll get lucky. And maybe that'll happen. But know this: No matter what happens in that ring this week, no matter how many title shots you are handed, no matter how many chances you get, I will ALWAYS be better than you.

[The camera FADES as Dead smiles and reclines in his seat.]

[BookerShark]

*Davin is POKING~! Firewoman on the shoulder in an effort to wake her up. Clearly he has a death wish. Alexander is looking on to see if he dies or not*

FW: ....OK I swear to gods that...Davin? What in the holy hades do you want?

DM: Ok, first, hi. Second, weird creepy druid references. Third, you haven't needed a loan for a cup of coffee for a couple of months now. I mean, Duncan Hills pays you to drink it.

FW: But it's so metal.

DM: I KNOW!

FW: Ok, did you wake me up just for that? Because dead to me if so.

DM: No, not just that.

FW: Then what?

DM: You can't let your past dictate how you live your present, or your future.

FW: Cryptic...

DM: Ok, example. I've had occasion over the last couple of years to make some money. Ok, a shit-ton of money. More money than my grandkids could ever spend...

FW: Samantha's pregnant?

DM: NO! I mean, no. It's a figure of speech.

FW: Oh.

DM: Ok, the point is, like you, like Moose, I didn't grow up in the lap of luxury either. So, even though I have money, I don't act like a snotty, entitled asshole...

AD: You know, I'm sitting right here.

DM: I know.

*They glare at each other for a bit*

DM: Remember when he bought me that awesome car? Guess what car I drive?

FW: That shitty 95 Camry you've always had.

DM: Right. Because it's stupid to throw away a perfectly good car for a flashy one that goes 0 to 100 never because it's against the law, and gets 4 MPG.

FW: Right. Point?

DM: Point is, you're just now starting to haul in money. That WWE contract isn't guaranteed by any means. You start to look TOO good, or refuse to get a boob job...

FW: I DON'T NEED A MOTHERFUCKING BOOB JOB!

DM: Vince thinks you do. You can count on it. And he'll future endeavor your ass without batting an eye.

FW: So stay poor, and stay in OOWF? Great argument.

DM: No. You don't have to "stay poor" in OOWF. I didn't.

FW: You are also a pathetic sell-out.

DM: Right, because saying Dunkin' Donuts or Yum! Foods is selling out when I use those products anyway. I'm just saying. Your husband is right. Money isn't everything. But it sure makes things a hell of a lot easier. I get where you're coming from. I do. Just make sure you keep in mind all the strings that come along with a WWE deal. And if you DO go, and you DO end up coming back, well, just ask Concrete TG how that worked out for him.

FW: He was trying to be "the savior" though.

DM: And failed.

FW: Thanks to you.

DM: I have my good points.

FW: Heh. Ok, fine. Are we done? I need sleep.

DM: Since when?

FW: Since go fuck yourself, that's when. *she quickly passes back out*

AD: She's got you there.

DM: Ass. I'll be back in a bit, I have to use the phone.

AD: For what?

DM: Business, duh.

*Davin heads to the back of the plane and picks up the airphone, and waits for the other person to pick up*

DM: So, we need to make a decision on what we talked about...soon...

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Ravenna, walking down the isle way of not-so-random encounters, overhears the Dead's whining and stops.

RB: If you are bored fighting Poe over and over, perhaps you'd be interested in allowing me my rematch, no parlor tricks from your buddy Ecosystem or his new boy, Eric.

Dead: I beat you once and you had your rematch. Not sure what else you want.

RB: Hey, if you can ramble on about respect and then allow yourself to know you won the rematch because O'Mac waylayed me in the dark, suit yourself.

She shrugs and continues walking.

[BookerShark]

PAN back up the aisle from Ravenna Blue and we find The Crusher Stan Fulton ~WALKING!~ past the sitting The Dead.

"And teammate, when you're done kicking her ass, I'd appreciate a match with you, too, for that title. Assuming I'm still with the company of course."

Fulton heads back to his seat in the back, giving the two snotty kids an evil eye causing them to whimper.

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Stank is sitting in his seat, Moose is just about to doze off when Stank speaks>

Sta: so......this is your fault

MHJ: What?

Sta: YOU said I said LD couldn't cut it. YOU are the reason he is pissed at ME.

MHJ: What the hell are you talking about?

Sta: You wrote the promo! I never said that!

MHJ: You AGREED TO IT! I sent you a copy!

<kayfabe, clearly tired of being ignored, gets out of her seat, and goes into Beast Mode in the middle of the aisle. She froths at the mouth, grows massive muscles and gives everyone around her the death stare>

Sta: Wow. She has never done THAT before

MHJ: You pissed her off

Sta: Look, just go talk to LD

MHJ: What?

Sta: Go talk to him, make it right, that's what you told me

MHJ: There is nothing to make right!

Sta: Moose......

<Moose springs out of his seat>

MHJ: FUCKING DAMMIT! ONE FUCKING PROMO CAUSES SUCH A SHIT STORM! I AM GOING TO START BEING MUTE LIKE THAT ASSHOLE DANNY TAYLOR. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

<Kayfabe, still in beast mode, jumps out of her seat as Moose is about to pass, Moose glares at her, and Kayfabe shrinks a little and backs off sitting back in her seat. Moose continues on and plops down next to LD>

LD: Well look who it is

MHJ: Cut the shit. Look, wrong choice of words. of course you can cut it. We are fucking KZ the BEST tag team in OOWF history, despite what those Texas retards want to say. What I MEANT is, you have your own shit to worry about right now. You are dominating that Onslaught division, you can take that title back whenever you want. If you NEED help, you KNOW we are there, but you don't NEED our help to kick Fulton's ass, or anyone elses ass in E-DEVILS or DEVILERS or whatever the fuck they are calling themselves now. I SAID that because there is no need for you to get bogged down into a feud with D&D when you have other shit going on. Does THAT fucking make SENSE Mr. Sensitive?

LD: I guess

MHJ: You guess

LD: Your sister IS kind of cute

<Moose just glares at LD, LD smirks a little and turns away and looks out the window, Moose gets up and leaves, mumbling to himself the whole way....

MHJ: where the fuck is a Darling when you need one, fucking assholes, I am going to kick the shit out of someone. Fucking middle school bullshit, I am about to hate them all dammit, grumble, grumble, grumble