OOWF Hell on Earth 6 PPV

[BookerShark]

OOWF Hell on Earth 6
Live! From Dayton, Ohio

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Steel Cage Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. Poe

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
The Dead vs. Winner of the First Fall in the Six Pack Challenge

OOWF World Tag Team Title 2 out of 3 Falls Match[/u]
Nothing Happened vs. Texpress

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Winner of the Second Fall in the Six Pack Challenge

Buried Alive Match[/u]
Ecosystem vs. Tytan

Last Team Standing Match[/u]
Drink & Destroy vs. Moosehead Jack & Stank

Respect Match[/u]
Ravenna Blue vs. Eric O'Mac

Six Pack Challenge Match - Winner of the First Fall Gets an Intercontinental Title Match, Winner of the Second Fall Gets an Onslaught Championship Match - TONIGHT![/u]
Matt Folz vs. Alexander Darling vs. LD Williams vs. Bryce Larson vs. Chris Evans vs. J-P Sparxx

Tyler Vangard vs. Damon Wrath

Card subject to......seriously, we are in Ohio, would ANYTHING surprise you?

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is sitting in medical getting her forehead stitched, and sitting...quietly?

Lucky: Um....the papers are....

FW: Forget the papers, Lucky. Get a mic.

Lucky: Now?

FW: Yes, please.

Lucky: Please? Wow...okay....

Lucky goes to get a microphone and comes back, and the OOWF banner appears behind her.

L: Um...okay...Firewoman...your thoughts on your upcoming championship match at the biggest pay per view of the year.

Fire talks quietly and eerily calmly.

FW: Poe....you talk about my honor....or my lack of honor.....yet you lie to drive a wedge between my brother and I....You threaten women and treat them like property....and I think you know why I harbor a special rage against you for your relationship with Selena.....Not a lot of honor there Poe. It might be weird to you, but my honor lies in doing what I say. I said you wouldn't intimidate me...I said your threats of suspension, and your lies, and your manipulations wouldn't stop me, and I meant it.

You accuse my brother and I of being garbage wrestlers. Well, we shall see...because I have asked, and GMtheRick has agreed that our cage match at Hell on Earth will be under Onslaught Rules.

L: What?

FW: That's right. Now, what that means for a cage, is that we can still use the cage, but that's it. Still need a pin fall or submission, three rope breaks, and three warnings, I can lose on a DQ. Straight, pure, wrestling. No garbage. But one thing, I promise you, Poe.....barring some sort of miracle....you won't be walking out of there...whether you're champion or not. So make sure your affairs are in order.

She hands the mic back to Lucky, and the medical tech indicates she's ready to go.

FW: Okay, thanks.

L: Did you just thank someone...and mean it?

FW: I have a lot on my mind, Lucky....tell Alex I'll be back and this time I'll wait, and he can ride with me.

L: What about me?

Fire leaves and walks down the hall to the elevator. She goes up to the top of the arena again, where she finds Ecosystem.

Eco: Somehow I knew you'd show up.

FW: Yeah....

Eco: So?

FW: So here's the deal...I've tried calling Father Lou, but he's at a ball game. I tried calling Dr. Sid, but he's still in the hospital....

Eco: So you're down to me? Not your brother?

FW: I think it's best if I keep my distance from him for now.

Eco: And your...husband?

FW: I don't know if he would really...REALLY understand this.

Eco: Okay.

FW: I really want to kill him.

Eco: Alex?

FW: No. Poe.

Eco: Well, of course, it's a feud you're supposed to--

FW: You aren't listening.

Eco: I'm not.

FW: I really.....really want to kill him.

Eco: oh.......OH.

FW: ......

Eco: But you don't want to?

FW: No, I do...really. Like I could do it right now, without even thinking about it.

Eco: But you don't want to want to.....

FW: ......

Eco: Because of your brother....or husband....or.......

FW: Does it matter why?

Eco: Fire..... are you asking me to save you? Am I the miracle you just spoke about?

FW: Don't be silly..........I just ...........

Eco: It doesn't work if you don't ask for help.

FW: ......

Eco: .......

FW: Do I have to say it?

Eco: Yes...you do......

FW: Fine. *Fire takes an enormously deep breath* Help me.

Ecosystem smiles and takes her by the hand.

Eco: Come....kneel.

FW: You must have me confused with my mother, I'm not--

Eco: No...Kneel WITH me.......

Fire hesitates at first, then Eco kneels first....she hesitates but finally follows his lead. They stay there for a moment, and Fire awkwardly shuts then opens her eyes.

FW: Um, okay, now what.

Eco: Shhhhhhh...the ninja cam should run out of film right....about......

*click*

[BookerShark]

*A clearly unhappy Davin Moreland approaches a bank of microphones in front of an OOWF backdrop*

DM: Well, what happened was, in that ring, we got our ass kicked. In all those matches, we just got our ass totally kicked. We couldn’t do diddly poo offensively, we couldn’t make a tag, we couldn’t lock in submissions, we didn’t try to lock in submissions, we couldn’t get a pin - we sucked.

DM: In those matches tonight, we sucked. We couldn't stop their runs. Every time they got in the match, they went down beat our asses. We got our ass totally kicked in those matches tonight - that's what it boiled down to.

DM: It was a horseshit performance in our matches tonight. Horseshit. I’m totally embarrassed and totally ashamed. I did a horrible job. Ecosystem did a horrible job. Eric O'Mac did a horrible job. Everyone else did a horrible job. We got our ass kicked in those matches tonight. It sucked. It stunk.

*Davin walks away from the microphones without taking any questions and spots Ecosystem, who doesn't look very happy either.*

Eco: What was that?!?

DM: You and I need to talk about Eric. NOW.

*He lets Eco in the door and follows him in before slamming it*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Stairwell of Annoyed Husbands*

Alexander is rushing up the stairs just as the door to the roof opens and Firewoman sees her husband. She looks almost content for a second before Alex pushes her back out onto the roof and she stumbles backwards.

Firewoman: What are you...

Alexander: Shut up. JUST SHUT UP. What the hell do you think you're doing?

Firewoman: I was just. Wait, first, where the fuck do you think you get off pushing me.

Alexander: I get off because I'm fucking tired of this weak, emopussy Quinn I married. You become more and more like your brother every fucking day and I'm tired of it. Next thing I know you're going to be using a single light bulb to be calling people out and talk about their blood.

Alexander is clearly in a rage and it's tough for Firewoman to follow along.

Firewoman: What the hell are you talking about?

Alexander: Going to Eco fucking system for saving. You don't fucking need to be saved. Stop playing a fucking martyr and go back to the girl I met in Philly. The take no prisoners, do what she wants, and actually meets people who like her. How many fucking friends have you made here in the OOWF?

Firewoman: What does that...

Alexander: Nevermind, don't answer that because the answer is ZERO. How many did you make in ROH and Japan before you fucking knew HE was your brother.

Firewoman: I don't think that...

Alexander: Again, don't fucking answer. You made lots of friends and that was because you weren't being mindraped by your fucking brother into thinking you needed someone to look out for you. So start fucking fighting your own battles and leave Eco and his saving you out of it. Leave Moose and his warped sense of looking out for you out of it. Remember what fucking made Firewoman the one woman that Poe couldn't have and remember what made Firewoman the woman who wouldn't take a man laughing at her for what should have been losing her debut match and won that match and won the respect of the fucking locker room for standing up for herself. Kneeling with Ecosystem...this Firewoman, makes me sick and makes me want to get my own lawyers to start filling out the paperwork.

Firewoman slowly gets to her feet and stares Alex in the eye. A long stare. Emotions are passing between both and you can cut the tension with a knife before Firewoman grabs Alex around the throat and shoves him against the wall. She very carefully enunciates every word that follows.

Firewoman: That's your freebie. Lay your hands on me like that again, and you're a dead man.

She walks off leaving Alex on the roof staring after her.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*fade back in*

Fire turns back around and Alex readies himself but instead, Fire is calm...quiet....eerily.

FW: Moose is right. You aren't like us.

AD: Here we go again....

FW: No....not like that...I mean, yeah, like that....but you don't have that drive...that need.......to go 100 miles an hour down a dead end street screaming for vengeance and leaving a trail of blood in our wake, and that's the only time those voices stop. Am I right?

AD: ....

FW: I thought so. The take no prisoners, do what she wants woman.... she's getting left behind....you think I'm being dramatic when I say I want to kill him? I'm not. It's a fact.

I got a good thing going here. I'm world champion. I have WWE calling me... Moose and I are...well, I know you don't care, but we're reunited... and.....

Fire and Alex exchange another look.

FW: I can't let the voices win.

AD: Okay, but...

FW: You can't fix it, Alex. You have to let me handle it.

Alex nods, and Fire turns back to head to the garage.

[BookerShark]

*Fade in* as Bryce Larson is sitting in a dark room in front of a TV, using the remove to fast forward & rewing through last night's match with Alexander Darling and JP Sparxx. Bryce also has a binder open in front of him, highlighting certain points in it.

BL: [Talking to himself.] Yup, there it was.

Bryce moves backwards & forwards throughout the match.

BL: Mmm hmm. It was right there, too. Can't believe I did that.

We see the door behind Bryce open, and we see that the sign on the outside says "Film Room." In walks Davin Moreland.

DM: I was 100% certain you'd be in here.

BL: Too bad Vegas wouldn't have given you odds on it...

DM: You find anything yet?

BL: Oh yeah, sit down.

Davin sits down, laying Bryce's playbook for Sunday night on the table.

BL: Already? That was fast.

DM: It's a short turn around, we need to be ready.

BL: Right. Well, check this out--

DM: Hey, what do you think of my dynamic with Eco.

BL: ...

DM: ...

BL: Makes perfect sense to me.

DM: Really?

BL: Yeah. College football.

DM: Exactly!

BL: Right. You can't have one--

DM: --without the other!

BL: Yeah. I thought it was obvious. Does he-

DM: No, he doesn't. He seems to come to you when he needs a certain perspective...

BL: I'll talk to him.

DM: Great. Now, back to your footage.

Bryce rewinds to a specific part.

BL: See, I'm breaking up the pin there...

Fast forwards.

BL: ...and there...

Fast forwards.

BL: ...and there. Purely on the defensive.

DM: And...

BL: Page two of the playbook--third bullet point for a one-fall triple threat match---the aggressor wins over 90% of the time. That wasn't me.

DM: And...

BL: Well, look back at the cage match with Evans. Has a great shot at Match of the Year. If I was on the defensive all the time, I would have been done in 10 minutes and no one would remember that match. I was too defensive last night.

DM: And...

Bryce fast forwards to the pinfall.

BL: Page fourteen, the very first bullet point for Sparxx's scouting report? "Deceptively opportunistic."

DM: Nice, you've already gotten some great stuff out of the film. Now--

BL: Lemme look at Sunday's binder. [Flips through the pages.] Evans' section is empty?

DM: You know him better than anyone in this company--better than Chris himself. Your instincts will be better than anything I could put in there.

BL: Damn...you're good!

DM: I'm glad you see that. Now--gimme that remote. I've got two major points you haven't noticed about the triple threat match.

Davin rewinds the DVD with one hand, and reaches behind the OOWF Ninja Camera Man with the other. Moreland grabs the camera chord and gives it one good yank as we--*STATIC*

[BookerShark]

[While Davin and Bryce are looking at tape, The Dead is in the gym training. He's still showing some ill effects from being laid out by Happy DethBat. He moves from the treadmill to the heavy bag.]

Dead: I'm not exactly sure what happened last night, but am I sure about one thing.

[Dead reaches into his bag and pulls out his title belt.]

Dead: I am still YOUR Intercontinental Champion!

[Deadly seems pleased with himself and lets the moment soak in before he continues.]

Dead: I came back to this company to be a winner, and in my short time back I have elevated this title back to the heights it deserves. I am a DAMN GOOD Intercontinental Champion.

[Dead begins to work the heavy bag.]

Dead: Last night Ravenna showed me a little something. She's got guts. She's a much better wrestler than Gay-Spooky, er, Poe. Ravenna put up a hell of a fight, but at the end of the day, I kept my word. I told her that after she faced me I would knock her back down the card where she belonged, and look what happened. Hope you enjoyed your 15 minutes, Ms. Blue.

[The Dead unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks to the bag. He then grabs his bag, and sits on a bench. He slings his Intercontinental Championship belt over his shoulder and begins sipping on a water bottle.]

Dead: Now, seeing as how I'm still the champ, I get a unique opportunity at Hell on Earth. Not only am I at the top of the card, I face the challenge of not knowing who my opponent will be until mere minutes before the match. Some people may think that would be a disadvantage, but I'm not worried.

[The Dead takes a sip of water and smiles.]

Dead: I am the best pound-for-pound wrestler in this company. Hell, in this industry. Regardless of what anyone may say or think about me, I only have one goal in mind. Just like Davin, I am here to WIN, and that's just what I'll do this Sunday. Count on it.

[The Dead grabs his things and exits the gym.]

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Tytan is standing outside a nearby church. He looks around.)

Tytan: Well I should go and get this over with.

(he looks around and heads in and makes he way over to the confessional.)

T: Bless me father for I am going to sin. Its been way to long since my last confession.

F: Go ahead my son.

T: Sunday I am going to bury my best friend.

F: excuse me?

T: I am going to bury my best friend. I am wrestling him in a bury alive match.

P: Go on...

T: It's simple he became evil and I am the only one that can destroy him.

P: whys that?

T: because I am the light to his darkness.

P: why do you have to do this?

T: It's the only way to save him.

P: So to save him you need to destroy him.

T: someone who finaly understands.

P: So, if you are trying to save him who is going to save you?

T: He needs it more then me. I will worry about me when the time comes. Besides I have Valor. Who does he have?

P: other then you. Ravenna is trying to save the both of you.

To be continued....

[BookerShark]

In the Darling locker room....

FW: So....yes.

AD: Yes what?

FW: Yes to....what you asked me.

AD: Really? You're... you're sure?

FW: Yes...with....conditions.

AD: That figures.....go on.

FW: It's got to be open.

AD: Like, totally open?

FW: Have whatever interviewers, or whatever you want to call them, you want. I get the same.

AD: Okay...that works, but....

FW: What?

AD: Well, usually, there's a veto rule, right? Like if I don't like someone or you don't--

FW: Oh, well, yeah, but we can talk about--

AD: Jericho.

FW: ....

AD: ....

FW: Okay.

AD: Really? Because I know you two have been talking and--

FW: Yeah, but that was just about the WWE deal and--

AD: Fire....this isn't going to work without honesty. That's not all you were talking about.

FW: You're right.....fine. Okay.

AD: Good, now--

FW: Syd.

AD: Uh....

FW: It's a deal breaker.

AD: She's not talking to me anyway.

FW: Not the point.

AD: .....

FW: ....

AD: ....OKay.

FW: Okay.

AD: So, that's it then? Shouldn't we do something more...formal?

FW: I think we already did....that's how we got here, remember?

AD: No, actually. But we have the video. Should we get rings?

FW: Up to you. Not really practical for the ring.

AD: Tattoos?

FW: Absolutely not...look, we can work this out later, we have matches.

AD: So ... are you ready for match with Poe tonight--

FW: Yeah, about that... I need you to stay away from the ring.

AD: Are you kidding? There's no way I'm letting you--

FW: I mean it Alex...Stay. Away.

AD: Absolutely not. I'm going to have your back for this match.

FW: It's a cage match, Alex...you won't be able to do anything anyway.

AD: Well.... what about... after.

FW: I'll be fine.....please....I'll just see you afterward, okay?

AD: Fine....I'll have the champagne chilling to celebrate all our victories.

FW: *rolls eyes, but smiles* Whatever. I'm going for a drive. Wanna come?

Fire and Alex leave and head for the garage.

[BookerShark]

*Moonbeam is STANDING~! in front of an OOWF backdrop. YOUR OOWF World Team Champions are there.*

LD: So Davin and I...we've been talking.

DM: More like yelling.

LD: That IS how we talk.

DM: Only because you're so stubborn.

LD: We're not DOING this now, we're cutting a promo.

DM: Oh right. Nothing Happened puts their championships on the line again against the Tag Team that defined this company, Texpress.

LD: So we were thinking.

DM: We were. Even you.

LD: Seriously, that's enough.

DM: Anyway, my brothers from another mother, We figured we'd used our championship advantage, and pick the stips for our match at Hell on Earth.

LD: And...you're going to love this one...

DM: Seriously guys, the clusterbomb of all clusterbombs...

LD: That's what we had on the table.

DM: Mostly because of the face Zane would have made if we had picked that match.

LD: But, I had an epiphany.

DM: We.

LD: What?

DM: We.

LD: What are you talking about?

DM: I was there too.

LD: But it was MY epiphany.

DM: Our.

LD: Ugh, FINE. WE had an epiphany.

DM: We did. We decided that in order to prove ourselves that the true Division Killers these days, we wanted to provide as few excuses as possible.

LD: You know...not that you MAKE excuses, boys...

DM: But it IS kind of their gimmick.

LD: I thought you liked them?

DM: I do. But they understand. This is about championships. Not us.

LD: Anyway.

DM: Anyway, we decided on a match you're sure to love.

LD: Your "signature" match.

DM: Best 2 of 3 falls.

LD: Last time you were in a 2 of 3 falls match you lost in like 18 seconds.

DM: I had been hit by a SPEEDING FUCKING TRAIN 20 minutes earlier.

LD: You've got excuses too, huh?

DM: Anyway, the point is, we will hit you so hard, that we will hit you very hard.

LD: Yeah. We're gonna GIT ya!

DM: *rolls eyes* Anyway, point is, we've got YOUR match, on YOUR stage with every advantage possible in your favor.

LD: We won't have it any other way. Chad, you've been out of the tag ranks a while. And Zane? You haven't been around at ALL. Things have changed around here since you've been gone.

DM: There's a new measuring stick in the Tag Division. And Texpress? You simply no longer measure up.

LD: Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker!

*fade*

[BookerShark]

The camera fading in to Matt Folz's lockerroom, Folz watching youtubes of his opponents this Sunday as Hayden Panettiere looks on.

MF: I don't think, in my entire life, I've ever gone into a match where I'm arguably the 5th best wrestler in the ring. I've got my work cut out for me.

HP: 5th? Having a lack of confidence?

MF (Chuckling): No, but look who I'm facing this week. Start with possibly the best pure wrestler in this entire company, LD Williams. Top 5 in the PWI 500 for the past 3 years, which was damn well deserved. A Grand Slam champion in this company and a first ballot Hall of Famer the second he decides to hang up his tights for good. Then you move on to Alexander Darling. Now, have I always liked him? No, but he's another future Hall of Famer, another former world champion and he dosen't take a backwards step from anyone. Then you have the 2 men who put on what I voted the Match of the Year in this company, Chris Evans and Bryce Larson. They don't quite have the reputations of Williams or Darling yet, but they damn sure have close to the same level of talent. In fact, in my little over a year here in the OOWF I've been in the ring with almost every quote/unquote "Big Name" here, but you know what I think is still my best and favorite match? Last year at this very Pay Per View, 2 out of three falls, 60 minute draw with Chris Evans. And then there's JP Sparxx, who's....... a wrestler in this company.

HP: You don't seem as concerned with him?

MF (Shrugs): He's got some talent, yeah, but compared to the other five of us in that ring Sunday, he's in over his head.

HP: You know, there's a chance you could end up facing Stan Fulton for the Onslaught title Sunday.

MF: Your point?

HP: Won't that be a little weird, considering you just agreed to start working with him?

MF: Nope. Stan's a big boy.....and no, that's not a weight joke. I'm sure he understands that if I get a chance at that Onslaught title that I'm going to do everything I can to take it from him. And Stan? If I do take that belt from you, I'll quote from one of my favorite movies: A Few Good Men "If that's a source of tension or embarassment for you, well, I just don't give a shit" I'll still do the job you hired me for.

HP: And if you end up facing Dead for the Intercontinental title?

MF: I'd welcome it. Remember, our last match was back and forth, but how did it end? I had the Folzmission locked in and he was THIS close to tapping when the bell rang. If I get another shot at him, I won't let him get away this time.

(Folz shutting off his laptop) Come on kiddo, I'm hungry, I'll buy you a sandwich at Ric's.

The two proceed out of Folz's lockerroom, headed toward Ric's Sandwich Shop as the camera Fades

[BookerShark]

A SFJ walks upon J-P Sparxx and Jewel making out backstage. She clears her throat to get their attention. Jewel turns around and stares daggers at the SFJ.

Jewel: Bitch, you wanna die?

J-PS: Baby, Baby, the showtie's just doin' her job.

Jewel: I will smack the ugly off of you if you interrupt us again.

J-PS: You best ask yo questions 'cuz she means it.

SFJ: At Hell On Earth VI, you take part in a Six Pack Challenge...

J-PS: Two days! You people got two days to enjoy J-P Sparxx, the non-champion, 'cuz on Sunday, I gets ma gold!

SFJ: You face some pretty stiff compe...

J-PS: You know all about stiff don'y ya shawtie. Listen up foos, I don't care if I gotta go through Darling, Learning Disability, Blondie Boy Folz, that Pussyheart that cost me the tag titles, or that stupid fuck Bryce Larson. The Spark's gonna git'cha, then I get that weird Dead dude or Stan Fulton, and don;t think I forgot 'bout what yo ass did to me, punk.

SFJ: Um, you took the pin...

J-PS: Did I ask you, bitch? No, I did NOT ask you. Now go slob some knob before I let Babygirl bitchslap the stupid outta you! We done here. Let's go Baby.

The SFJ is in a state of shock as J-P and Jewel walk off. J-P pokes his head back into the camera shot one last time.

J-PS: KnowhatI'msayin'?!

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is on his cell phone when SFJ#5 approaches.**

LDW: “Trust me sis, it’s for the best. Take some more time in the independents…Yes, I did ask Donnie to check on you…Well if you want to learn to be a Diva, who better? <holds the phone away from his ear> I know you’re not Don. I gotta go - looks like I need to do an interview.”

**Williams puts the phone away and turns to SFJ#%.**

LDW: “Shoot.”

SFJ#5: “Sunday at Hell on Earth 6, you’re part of the Six Pack Challenge match for shots at the Intercontinental and Onslaught Championships. How do you prepare for a match like that?”

LDW: “You don’t. At this point I’m not worried about Fulton or Dead. If I get there, I get there. My focus is on the five men I’ll be getting in the ring with. Evans and Larson, as I’ve said repeatedly, are the future of the OOWF. Alexander Darling is one of the best ever to set foot in a wrestling ring. Sparxx…well, he’s still alive, which is more than I expected. I’ve been busy, J.P., so I’ve fallen behind on beating the crap out of you when you annoy me - I’ll catch up as soon as I can.”

SFJ#5: “And your final opponent - Matt Folz.”

LDW: <looks at his injured arm> “Folz…Matt, when you tried to destroy my arm, you made it clear you were ready to accept the consequences from the Five, and you did just that. I’m not sure, though, that you considered the rest of the consequences - mine. I’m a strange guy, Matt - I hang out with Moosehead Jack for fun, for crying out loud. I said I was willing to let what you did go - a mercenary is a mercenary after all - but did I mean it? Will I wrestle straight up Sunday night and chase the title shots? Or, will I pull another Fulton match and brain you at the outset? You just never know. Now I know that doesn’t worry you Matt - right or wrong, you have no fear of me - but ask yourself just how badly I could mess up your career, how much of a living hell I could make your life, if I so choose.

SFJ#5: “Finally, your former teamates Firewoman and Poe will meet in an Onslaught rules match inside a cage for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Predictions?”

LDW: “Fire. I respect Poe the wrestler, if not always the man, but I know Fire. Sometimes it gets lost in all the drama, but she is the best in the world at what she does. Sunday night, she’ll prove it again.”

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland and Samantha Darling-Moreland are WALKING~! into the room, with Davin holding the door for Samantha. They both sit on the available couch. The Dead and Bryce Larson are in chairs sitting across from them. Davin hands a binder to The Dead.*

DM: Sorry it's so big, but you've got six guys to prepare for this Sunday.

TD: Can't we just figure that there's gonna be a couple guys who definitely won't win?

DM: *face changes* Are you serious?

TD: Well, yeah, I mean, Sparxx is just a rookie, and-

DM: That "rookie" has certainly gotten the attention of a few people around here, not the least of which would be my brother-in-law. Now if you look at the very front, you'll see some things they all have in common. That should streamline things instead of getting lost in the film.

TD: Yeah. You're right. Ok.

BL: Was that it?

DM: No. I wanted to pull you two aside specifically. I made some, uh, comments after Mayhem to some reporters that may have come across a little harsh.

SDM: A little?

DM: Ok, a lot. But listen, a lot of that was out of frustration more than anything else; especially with Eric O'Mac. I can't believe he'd get involved like that. I mean, you would think if nothing else he'd be NOT involved, you know?

SDM: What he, er, WE are trying to say, is that we don't fault anything you two did this week. Dead, you retained your championship. No, it's not white bread vanilla babyface behavior - but to me, and to Davin, you did what it took to walk out of there with the belt.

DM: They don't call it Championship Advantage for nothin'. Good work, man.

TD: Thanks. You know, it's one thing to HAVE Championship Advantage...it's another thing entirely to be smart enough to use it when you need it.

BL: Yeah, well, you're gonna have to use it this weekend, when you're facing me.

TD: Yeah right, like I'd face you. There's a better chance of the Cowboys winning the Super Bowl.

*Everyone kinda looks at him*

TD: What? They look like dogshit!

SDM: You're here Bryce, because we want to let you know that Davin's comments weren't directed at you either.

DM: That's right. I know you've got the talent. I know you're doing the work. Dead will tell you, it gets a lot harder the further up the ladder you go; and luck starts to play a bigger and bigger role. The one thing you can do to combat that is to prepare BETTER. Not necessarily more, but better. By knowing what you're doing. Knowing your opponent better than he or she knows you. You knew that in the Indies where no one really knows each other - but it's different here. For example, I don't see how LD and I, or Moose and I, or Alexander and I, or Stank and I finish a match in something other than a time limit draw.

SDM: Thanks for stopping in guys. We just wanted to make it clear that if we have something, good or bad, to say to you - you can trust, we'll find you. If you heard it somewhere else, it's not official.

*Larson and Dead stand up, say thank yous to both of them, shake hands and leave. The door closes.*

DM: No matter what happens in the future...I want to work with these guys. It's funny that just a little bit of respect and re-enforcement suddenly have these guys walking around oozing "legit".

SDM: Well, we can't talk about the future yet, dear. We've still got to deal with the present. Have you talked to Ecosystem?

DM: No, he's been MIA since Mayhem. It's not something I want to do by myself.

SDM: Why not?

DM: Because Junichiro gets a say too, as to the future of Eric.

SDM: Why? Aren't you the leader?

DM: That's what it says on the nameplate.

SDM: You don't have a nameplate.

DM: No, but I do have this piece of cardboard, written in Sharpie

SDM: That's just shameless.

DM: Hey, can't eat if you don't plug. You remember those days, right?

SDM: Wasn't really that long ago, was it?

DM: I still hate Newark.

SDM: Who doesn't?

DM: So this Eric thing...

SDM: Are you gonna take care of it or what?

DM: I'll compromise. I'll give Eco some time to figure out what he wants to do. If I don't hear anything, then I'll take care of it.

SDM: That's by baby! *she moves over to his lap*

DM: Yeah...you shouldn't really say that shit on camera. You sounds like Firewoman and Alexander.

SDM: *makes a face* Ewww..

DM: I know.

SDM: Ok. Cameras go fade now. Buh bye.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Scheme Gene catches up with OBJ:

SG: How do you feel about DH Magnusson coming back to the OOWF?

OBJ: Inspired. DDT and I will go out and kick ass and take names. Meanwhile, I just hope Spin heals up and comes back to join us.

[BookerShark]

Noelani is walking down a hallway somewhere that's obviously not the arena in Dayton.

N: So it begins, the OOWF Ninja cams following me everywhere...but I do love the attention.

Noelani smiles into the camera.

N: The OOWF is about to change. It's about to see a force that it never had before. I have made it possible for you, the OOWF fans to see one of the greatest tag teams in the world of wrestling, and they'll be coming to you live, every week, on Midweek Mayhem.

Noelani stops and poses with her hand on her hip.

N: And it couldn't have come at a better time. I mean, look at the tag division. It's a joke. The champions? Nothing Happened? They can't even be in the same room with each other. The only other full time team are those two Texans, which is by far, the most over used gimmick wrestling has ever seen. Then you have Drink & Destroy, who seem more concerned with drinking, belching and bleeding than actually winning. You also have that steroid case Tytan and whoever he's teaming with this month. Last but not least you have Moosehead Jack and Stank, who I pretty much described when I described Drink & Destroy, despite their accomplishments as single competitors. Perhaps they should stick with that.

Noelani turns around, much like a model would.

N: Change is good. And you'll see just how good it can be at the OOWF Tag Team Invitational. And then you'll see my boys win it. A hui hou kakou.

Noelani blows a kiss to the camera.



N: You're Welcome.

[BookerShark]

*The cameras fade in with Davin Moreland still talking.*

DM: Didn't you fucking hear me? Fade out!

*Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Davin walks over to the door and opens it. There's a large box and a card waiting at the door. Davin walks over and picks up the card and reads it aloud.*

DM: Hey Davin! Always fun to work with you again. My bad about losing at Mayhem. It doesn't happen often. Motherfucker came out of nowhere. Please accept these live Maine lobster as an apology. If you need to see me, I am meeting with Moosehead John Roberts to ask for advice on how to win a Respect Match against Raven. Or you can follow me on Twitter at ericomac15. Or call me on one of my cell phones. Can we get a sponsorship with Apple? I'd really like an iPhone 4.

Eric Kennedy O'Mac aka The E aka Mr. E

*Davin puts the note down and opens the top of the box. Sitting inside the box is an aquarium with 7 live lobsters swimming around. and NOW the camera fades out.*

[BookerShark]

DM: Dammit! The note told you to fade out!

SDM: So, now what are you gonna do?

DM: What do you think I'm gonna do? Cook 'em.

SDM: I am NOT cooking anything like that...I mean, it's MOVING~!

DM: Did I say "you"? No, I did not. Now, what I WILL ask is that you call up some people to have some corn...shouldn't really be a problem around here...some potatoes...some good sausages...and..you think we can get Steamers here?

*Samantha looks at him like he's high*

DM: Right. Call my Mom. She can have some out here tomorrow.

SDM: What are you going to do?

DM: What do you think I'm gonna do? DELIVERS Lobster Broil. That's what I'm gonna do. Can't look at tape forever.

SDM: Eric just saved his job, didn't he.

DM: He's on board for a reason, honey.

*He kisses her on the forehead as she starts to make calls and hopefully we fade this time*

[BookerShark]

FADE IN on an old-school OOWF banner. Standing in front of said banner is former AWA Announcer, Larry Nelson.

LN: “Good morning, fans. We have a fantastic show for you tomorrow night, on pay-per-view. It’s OOWF’s signature event, Hell on Earth 6, live from Dayton, Ohio.

“OOWF Champion, Firewoman, takes on her former stable-mate, Poe, in an Onslaught-Rules Cage Match! Then Nothing Happened puts their Tag Team titles up for grabs in a best 2-out-of-three falls match with former champs, Texpress. Finally, the other two title matches feature opponents to be determined in a six-pack challenge match. Intercontinental champion, The Dead, faces the first fall winner while my next guest, Onslaught Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton, faces the second fall winner.”

Fulton walks in from off screen.

LN: “Stan, how do you prepare for a match where you won’t know who your opponent is until just before the bell?”

SF: “Larry, there’s a few ways of preparing. You could watch a lot of film and make pretty binders with a generic type marker. I prefer Sanford myself. We see how well that worked this past Wednesday. Or you could just guess. Or what I do. Train hard and realize that you only have yourself to rely on in the match and just go out and force your opponent to wrestle your way. It’s not easy, and sometimes it doesn’t work, but you could get a serious mental overload trying to plan for six different opponents.”

LN: “What happens if you face Matt Folz?”

SF: “What do I expect? I expect a damn tough match. I wouldn’t have hired Matt Folz to be my tag team partner and trainer if I didn’t think he was one of the best. If he wins, I’ll shake his hand and ask for a rematch. If I win, I expect the same. I don’t personally like Matt Folz so I’d be happy for a chance to beat his ass. But then again, I’m not as bitter about it as I was when I first got here.

“As for the other five men in that ring. If PJ Porn Star wants another beat down, I’d be happy to give it to him. LD Williams is a known commodity. Larson is a pure talent and Lord knows I’d like to pit my skills against a master wrestler like Alexander Darling.”

LN: “What about Chris Evans?”

SF: “Oh yeah, he’s in there too.”

LN: “. . .”

SF: “. . .”

LN: “Care to comment about your match with Drink & Destroy against Moose, Stank and LD Williams?”

SF: “Only this, Larry. Gentlemen, you all saw that I held my own on your battlefield. D&D, looks like the band is back together. Good luck. If you need me down the road, give me a call.

“I plan on finally walking out of a title defense with this belt still over my shoulder. No matter who I face tomorrow night.

“For I am The Crusher Stan Fulton and you will respect me.”

Fulton walks off camera.

LN: “There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. The Crusher Stan Fulton defends his Onslaught Championship tomorrow night, only on pay-per-view. I’m Larry Nelson reporting.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

<we see Stank wandering through the arena. He heads to the back where he sees Moose sitting on a stack of pallets in the back, running his fingers over the barbed wire of DethBat>

Stank: You ok?

MHJ: Doin great

Stank: Really?

MHJ: Why wouldn’t I be?

Stank: You saved Ravenna

MHJ: Did I?

Stank: At Mayhem, you came out and saved her

MHJ: Huh

Stank: Why?

MHJ: Does it matter?

<Stank takes a second to think about this>

Stank: No I guess it doesn’t

MHJ: Stank, do you know how much blood is in the human body?

Stank: Six quarts

MHJ: Have you ever wondered how much you can lose, and still remain alive?

Stank: Can’t say that I have

MHJ: I hope to find out this week

Stank: I don’t really care what you do, this is a last team standing match, so if you want to unleash Hell on them, feel free. I am tired Moose, I am tired of playing games. First it was with Drink & Destroy, now it is with whatever is left of The Five. I have had just about enough. All I need to know is this, is your head where it belongs. You tell me yes, and I go into that match knowing there is no way they can beat us

<Moose begins to laugh, not a normal laugh, but that disturbing laugh he has developed recently, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls something out and tosses it to Stank>

Stank: Is this……

MHJ: The pound of silver you paid the Devil so he wouldn’t get Firewoman

<Stank grins at this, then reaches into the bag and pulls out a handful of sharp silver thumbtacks>

Stank: So, the Devil wants to play at Hell on Earth, eh?

MHJ: You’re goddamn right he does

<fade>

[BookerShark]

P: So, if you are trying to save him who is going to save you?

T: He needs it more then me. I will worry about me when the time comes. Besides I have Valor. Who does he have?

P: other then you. Ravenna is trying to save the both of you.

To be continued....

Tytan: Ravenna can't save us. She's too lost with trying to reach the unreachable.

Priest: No one is unreachable, my child.

Tytan: For God, perhaps. For Ravenna, there are some.

Priest: What do you think it means to save by destruction? For me, it seems a contradiction.

Tytan: He can do no more evil this way.

Priest: But to save before conversion...why, that is to condemn one to Hell.

Tytan: I--who knows what he feels, who knows what those upstairs want. He has to be stopped.

Priest: And perhaps he wants to go to Hell.

Tytan: Excuse me?

Priest: You heard me. Perhaps he feels he deserves it. Perhaps he doesn't know what to believe any more. Perhaps he wakes up every morning lost, and thinks the answer could be in no longer waking up.

Tytan: ....

Priest: ....

Tytan: Is that really it?

Priest: It's part. It's not the whole story. The purpose of absolution is forgiving the one wronged. I forgive you. Will you forgive me?

Tytan: ...I will. I do.

Priest: Thank you.

Tytan: Thank you, Juni.

(Tytan walks out of the confessional and leaves. Eco then steps out, false priestly clothes and all.)

Eco: ...I don't know that I could forgive myself.

FADE

[BookerShark]

The Scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, it is still in a semi ruined state, but some cleaning and repairs have obviously been done. Ashley is the only person visible, and she is wiping down the newly repaired bartop. Dynamite Danny Taylor walks into the room, cleaned of the crimson mask he had been wearing, but still retaining his grim demeanor. Ashley notices him enter and sighs.

Ashley: Go easy on the place Danny, we are still rebuilding from the last time.

For the first time in weeks a smile crosses DDT's face and he steps to the side. Behind him leaning on a cane is a battered but still breathing DVD. Ashley smiles and heds over giving him a hug.

DVD: Go easy on me good looking, I'm still a little tender. Do we have any Drink and Destroy banners in good condition?

Ashley: I think we have one under the bar, let me check.

Ashley heads over to the bar and comes back with a rolled up banner. DDT takes it from her and finds a clean spot on the side wall to hang. DVD motions for the ninjacam to follow him, and limps over towards the banner. DDT stands with DVD directly in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, the grim expression back on his face. DVD pauses for a moment in thought and then speaks.

DVD: When we first got here, no really paid any attention to us. A former MMA guy playing at being a wrestler, no one expected us to stick around. We were "enhancement talent". During that time, blood was in the air, It was a dangerous time to be a loner. One man extended his hand to us in friendship.

At this Outback Jack walks into the scene gives DVD a reasuring pat on the shoulder, and then stands next to Danny Taylor.

DVD: The chance to work with a proven Veteran like Jack has been a blessing. Danny has learned more about this buisness working with Jack in three months then he would have working on his own in three years. On the first day this alliance was sealed Stank declared his desire to destroy D&D, I thought I could stop that before it started bye hiring Folz. (slight pause) I now know I was wrong, and Spin payed the price. And he wasn't the only one.

Spencer Darling walks into the scene standing beside DVD.

DVD: Spencer was kidnapped and assaulted bye Moosehead Jack, not because of anything she had done, but simply because it would hurt someone who cared about her. D&D came to her aid that day, and I saw just how valuable loyalty can be in this buisness. For the members of D&D loyalty isn't something easily forgotten.

DH Magnisson walks into the scene, nodding a greeting to Outback Jack, and standing next to DDT.

DVD: While The mighty Five have imploded under their own egos, with the return of DH, Drink and Destroy is stonger than ever. Does this mean that we are taking Moose and Stank lightly? Of course not, we respect them more than that, but we do not now, and never will fear them. At Hell on Earth, it is last team standing, anything goes. Bring your deathbat, barbwire, broken glass, scalpels and thumbtacks. Bring all the weapons you want, just remember (the next words are puncuated bye Danny slamming his fist over his heart with each one.) THESE. MEN. ARE. WEAPONS.

Ashley walks into the frame, handing a fresh beer to each member of D&D assembled before standing next to DVD opposite Spencer.

DVD: Make all the plans and threats you want, at Hell on Earth one way or another everything gets Destroyed.

As the members of Drink and Destroy raise their beers, strutting into the scene, drink in one hand and a shit eating grin on his face is Wally B King. He looks directly into the camera raises his glass, and simply says "Cheers"

Fade

[BookerShark]

Ravenna is seen working out in the gymnasium under the arena. The television usually showing the promos is turned off and set to face the wall.

She is hitting the heavy bag again and again as the camera pans in. Her expression is one of determination and sweat is pouring off her brow.

She hits the heavy bag with one final punch and turns to face the camera.

"Despite the thoughts to the contrary, I'm Ravenna Blue and I came here to wrestle. That simple."

[BookerShark]

Cut to the Dayton OOWF Arena. The ring crew is busy setting up for the big OOVWWF show the day before HOE6. The camera pans to Zane and Chad sitting high in the stands looking down at the activity below.

Zane: Less than a year ago. You realise that Chad?

Chad: The thought crossed my mind.

Zane: Less than a year ago we were making our way back into the OOWF, and we stopped here for a short time. Here. in Dayton, we were continually denied Championship matches for the OOVWWF Tag Team Championships. Now, less than a year later, we are here at the BIGGEST show of the year, getting a shot at an unprescidented Fifth OOWF World Tag Team Championship.

Chad: It's been a wild year. You got suspended. I won a singles title. We feuded with the Five and survived. One thing reamined constant. We are still the Measuring Stick We've proved it over and over again. Whether or not we had the Championships around our waists, Every tag team in this comapny gets compared to Us.

Sunday, Nothing Happened faces us in Our match. Best 2 out of 3 Falls. No flukes, no upsets. The best team that night will win. Make no mistake about that. Alexis has come a long way, and Davin is the Six-Pack Champion, but as a team, they still have work to do to Measure Up to The Texpress.

Zane: So get your popcorn ready kids, at Hell On Earth VI, Davin Moreland, Alexis Darling, Chad Madison, and Zane Myers are going to BLOW THE ROOF off of this building.

[BookerShark]

*Fade in.*

*We see Ravenna Blue hitting the punching bag with more and more intensity. We see Eric O'Mac walking around in the background while one his cell phone, talking with...someone.*

Eric: Yeah, well that's what I get for taking advice from you Johnny. I told you UCLA was unbeatable against the Longhorns.

*Ravenna just hits the bag harder. Eric continues to pace and talk.*

Eric: Don't blame this on Alan. We all know he was eating the early bird special, and they don't have TVs in the kinds of places he eats.

*Ravenna hits the bag harder.*

Eric: Wrestle? Tomorrow night? I'm facing the same chick they wanted me to face last month. I got out of it then, and I'll get out of it tomorrow night.

*Ravenna stops and turns and stares at Eric.*

Ravenna: Excuse me?

Eric: Hang on a second Johnny. *Eric puts the phone down.* Hey, I'm on the phone. Can this wait?

Ravenna: No, it can't. What do you mean, you'll get out of a match with me tomorrow night?

Eric: Alright, calm down. I'd offer you a lobster, but I think my friends ate them all. Do you want flowers? Will that calm you down?

Ravenna: The only thing that will calm me down is the satisfaction of knowing that I'm going to beat some respect into you tomorrow night.

Eric: Pfft. Keep thinking that. You aren't even facing me.

Ravenna: And why is that?

Eric: Because you aren't in my league.

Ravenna: Why? Because I'm a woman?

Eric: You said that, not me.

Ravenna: Look, I know that you and Firewoman have a deep hatred that goes back for the past few years, and it all started because you were a douchebag. I've been told that you've ducked every challenge she's issued and you two have never faced off in the ring. It seems that you are repeating your history, and part of me thinks that you're scared?

Eric: Excuse me?

Ravenna: Yeah, I said it, and it looks like it got your attention. Look, I've figured you out. You're very intelligence, but you're ashamed of that so you play dumb. You're very talented, but you hate hard work, so you're complacent to be mid-card your entire life. And if you ever come close to success, you get scared, and that's why, after you won the World Heavyweight Championship nearly two years ago, less than three months later, you disappeared for a year and a half as an active performer. And even when you were named general manager, you still never showed up on time, because you would have to admit that you were somewhat intelligent. And because of all this crap, your afraid you'll feel inferior if you lose to a woman, because your father, who was never a part of your life until you turned 18, has always shown you that women are objects, not people. So yeah, I think you're scared.

*Eric picks up the phone.*

Eric: Johnny, I'm going to have to call you back. Shit just got real.

*Eric hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket.*

Eric: Let's just say that hypothetically, you're right. It doesn't change a damn thing. I know the choices I've made in my career and I can sleep at night regardless. Truth is, I've made it to the top of the mountain, and while I desire to get back there again, you're right, I'm not going to kill myself when the valleys around the mountain are just as nice. But you think I play dumb to avoid looking intelligent?

Ravenna: Either that, or you really are a dumbass.

Eric: Some hero talk.

Ravenna: I'm not Concrete.

Eric: No you're not. Concrete Takaken Gryffon won a World Heavyweight Championship. You should be honored to be compared to him. Instead, you're out to carve your own niche, and that's nice and all, but you really shouldn't set such high standards for yourself. If you don't have a goal, then you're never disappointed, and if you think you'll ever reach the top of the mountain, that's all that's going to happen. You'll be disappointed.

Ravenna: I'll take my chances. But if you duck me at the biggest show of the year, then you'll be taking the biggest chance of all. You'll be taking the chance that you'll be called a coward if you try to get out of facing me.

Eric: Don't be ridiculous, the biggest chance I've ever taken was rooming with Tyson Kincaid that one weekend in the Phillippines. May he rest in peace, but damn if that didn't freak me out.

Ravenna: Using humor to defuse a situation so you don't have to tackle the problem head on. That's the other thing you do.

Eric: OK, get out of my head Dr. Blue. So you think I'm scared. Fair enough. I see where you get that idea. So let me squash it once and for all. I will face you tomorrow night. Fuck Davin, fuck the DELIVERS, and fuck the soap opera drama. Can you hang me in the ring? If you can, and if you beat me, or hell, if you come close to beating me, I'll give you the respect you deserve. But if I go in there and squash you like your name was Carla from Fresno, don't count on me to be your stepping stone anymore.

Ravenna: My name is Ravenna Blue and I came to wrestle, and tomorrow night, I'm looking for respect. Not for stepping stones.

Eric: We'll see what happens. May the best person win.

*Eric holds his hand out. Ravenna grabs it to shake it, but Eric pulls her close and whispers in her ear.*

Eric: Tomorrow night, 8 P.M. Your 15 minutes of fame will begin. Don't screw it up, because if you do, you'll finally believe in Eric O'Mac.

*Eric lets go and flashes a grin to Ravenna who stares him down as he leaves the gym area. Fade out.*