MidWeek Mayhem (12/22) Live! From Rattlesnake, Mon

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Rattlesnake, Montana

OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. LD Williams vs. Matt Folz

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Drink & Destroy vs. The Flyin' Hawaiians

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Sean Moore vs. J-P Sparxx

Tytan, Moosehead Jack & Stank vs. Texpress & Alexander Darling
Boardwalk Saints vs. Eric O'Mac & Bryce Larson
Concrete TG vs. Davin Moreland
Ravenna Blue & Stan Fulton vs. DeadTV

Card subject to white out. What? Its December in fucking Montana, what else is there?

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We're in a dark room. We see A'isha sitting against a wall with one knee bent. The lighting shows half of her body, while the right half is in shadow. A raven caws and flies into the shot. It rests on her raised knee.

Aa-T: Shitsuri-Shimasu Cain. Have you been a good boy? No?

A'isha pets her pet raven, Cain. She seems deep in thought.

Aa-T: The moon is darkest when it is new. When it is full, it shows the most light. And hidden truths can be seen. Is a draw a victory Cane?

Cain caws as if answering.

Aa-T: The Snow White Queen. The symbol of virtue and goodness throughout the OOWF. She is merely a Harlequin, dancing for Their applause.

A'isha seems to notice the camera for the first time and looks into it, although we only see the left half her face.

Aa-T: They do not see your tears or hear your sobs of anguish. They do not know your true sadness, your heartbreak. You think no one sees. But I see. You are an impostor. You are The Fool. You preach honor, courage, trust, goodness. These things do not exist here.

A'isha grins.

Aa-T: Trust me.

A'isha looks back to Cain.

Aa-T: Uncle Ket tried to warn her. Her good friend Chris Evans was going to betray her. She did not listen. But where are they now? They're enemies, locked in a battle for that shiny piece of gold she will not win.

A'isha looks back to the camera.

Aa-T: You are not The Raven. You preach your goodness and your honor. You might as well be a freakin' saint. I have no honor. I am no saint. I am the true Raven.

A'isha moves so that the light captures her whole face. She now has the Eye of Ra painted over her right eye like her father, Poe.

Aa-T: Watch me soar. Namaste.

A'isha moves back completely into the shadow as Cain flies off.

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At the Unforgiven training center, the members of the team are talking strategy. Lucky is taking notes. There's a knock on the door and Alexander answers it. It's a delivery guy who gives him a small envelope Alexander signs for it, gives him a tip and heads back to the group.

Alexis: What is it?

Alexander: Dunno....says St. Joseph Cemetery and Crematory, New Orleans.

Lucky's eyes widen as he looks up from his papers, and he basically leaps up and grabs it out of Alexander's hands.

Lucky: I'll take care of it, Alex....

Alexander: HEY! What is it?

Lucky: It's ... nothing you have to handle...right now...I'll—

Alexis, Larson, Folz, and DH all look at each other, awkwardly. Alexander grabs it back out of Lucky's hands.

Alexander: It's addressed to ME.

Alexander rips the envelope open angrily and a small piece of metal flies out, and hits the floor with a soft *clink.* Alexander picks it up, and sees it's a small platinum wedding band, that matches the one around his neck.

Alexis: Uh...guys...let's um...pick this up later.

Larson, DH, and Folz nod in agreement, and walk quietly out of the room. Alexander stares at the ring, as Alexis walks up and takes the envelope, pulling a piece of paper out of it.

Alexander: How .....

Alexis: *reading the letter and then sighing* Well.........it says that .... Alex, maybe you should sit down.

Alexander: Just please tell me Lexie.

Alexis: Well.....Fire's wishes were......um.......

Alexander: Lexie, stop dragging this out and please tell me. PLEASE! And you *Alex points* LUCKY!! You knew about this, right?

Lucky: Well...yeah.....if anything ever happened she said she wanted to be....uh....cremated, and then—

Alexander: WHY AM I JUST NOW HEARING ABOUT THIS!?

Lucky: I...uh......

Alexander: If you don't tell me what happened, why she was moved, and who moved her so help me God I will send you to meet her.

Lucky: Okay...I was her power of attorney. She knew that ... she guessed that if hard decisions had to be made, you wouldn't be able to do what she wanted, so she put me in charge....and I hated it, but –

Alexander: WHERE....IS......SHE?

Lucky: In New Orleans.

Alexis: It says here her ashes.....

Alexander: She is NOT. ASHES.

Alexis: *continuing...gently* were due to be scattered around Marie Laveau's grave in St. Louis Cemetary #1...

Alexander: And how did she get there, Lucky.

Lucky: .....

Alexander: Lucky....

Lucky: I can't say, Alex.....

Alexander: DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT FUCKING SIGN THE PAPER WORK?

Lucky: I did.

Alexander: THEN TELL ME!

Lucky: I can't......I'm not allowed.....attorney-client confid—

Lucky can't finish his sentence because Alexander explodes towards Lucky and goozles him against the wall. Lucky tries to grab at Alexander’s hand but it seems as if Alexander is tired of talking and he lifts Lucky up and CRUCIFIX BOMBS him through a catering table. From off-screen we can hear DH’s wail. Alexis rushes to her brother and pulls him back from doing something more.

Alexis: Alex...I'm so sorry...

Alexander: You know....*he starts to laugh*...this is a long way for her to go to get some alone time, you know? I mean, she's going to waltz in here any day now, and laugh at all of us for falling for this....right?

Alexis: Alex....no .... she's not.....

There's a long moment of silence.

Alexander: I know.....

Alexis: I'm sorry....

Alexander: Yeah..........

Alexander looks down at Lucky.

She'd kill me for that.

Alexis: No....not you.

Alexander: Maim me?

Alexis: Probably.

Alexander: Well....I guess when he wakes up.......have him tell Rick that.....he's got my okay for the memorial show....after the PPV.

Alexis: Okay....where are you going?

Alexander: I dunno. Tell the team I’ll be back later. I need some time right now. Make sure Matt’s ready for Evans and LD. And keep an eye on Larson. I don’t like him hanging out with Eric. I'm going to just.....I guess hang out in her room for a bit....then figure out what to do with.....

Alex's voice trails off as he leaves the training facility and heads back to his locker room and walks right to what would have been Fire's locker room. Alexis blinks back tears and then starts to revive Lucky.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in.*

*Bryce Larson is sitting at Ric's Sandwich Shop set up down the Hallway of Random Encounters. He's enjoying a sub when Eric O'Mac grabs a chair and sits down directly in front of him.*

Bryce Larson: Damnit. Can't a guy eat in peace?

*Eric O'Mac grabs two subs from his gift basket and places them on the table.

Bryce Larson: Uh, thanks, but I already have a sub.

Eric O'Mac: I know that, dumbass. These are for me.

Bryce Larson: You're eating two?

Eric O'Mac: I'm pretty hungry. I'll thank you not to judge.

Bryce Larson: Where's Lauren?

Eric O'Mac: She's playing Call of Duty: Black Ops.

Bryce Larson: Fair enough. What do you want?

Eric O'Mac: I just wanted to see if you've noticed that we're teaming up again next week.

Bryce Larson: Yes, I noticed. No, I'm not happy about it. What, one loss wasn't enough for you to bail?

Eric O'Mac: First of all, if you noticed, Matt Folz got beat. Not us. That loss isn't our fault at all. Besides, with the mystery partner, we had no real way to prepare. Well, at least you didn't. I never prepare.

Bryce Larson: So that's all? You wanted to let me know that we have a match?

Eric O'Mac: Well, there's that, but we're facing DH and Alexis. And you see, you are in good with the Darlings, so I figured you would have some inside information that will give us the upper hand. All I have are Alexis' measurements.

Bryce Larson: Forget it. I'm trying to do things the right way. I won't resort to cheating or using inside information in order to get ahead.

Eric O'Mac: I swear, Bryce, I thought you wanted to win? Sure we "might" win if we do things your way....but we WILL win if we do things my way. And isn't that the ultimate goal? To win? To win championships? To get to the top?

Bryce Larson: I've heard your spiel. I don't want to hear it again. We're teaming next week, not because I want to team, but because Rick is making us team. I'm sure this will be the last week.

Eric O'Mac: HA! The thing is, we're going to win. And you're going to see that MY way is the way to go. You just show up for the match, and you do what you are suppose to do. You let me do what I do best, and we'll be victorious. And with a victory, we'll more than likely team again. In the mean time...

*Eric O'Mac pulls out a flash drive and tosses it to Bryce Larson.*

Eric O'Mac: On that flash drive is a video of a team finisher I used. It was the most successful thing about the team. Study it - and be prepared to use it.

Bryce Larson: You are wasting your time Eric.

Eric O'Mac: I know I'm not, but right now, all I can say is ask me if I give a shit.

*With that, Eric grabs his subs and gift basket and walks away. Fade out.*

[BookerShark]

FADE IN to the backstage area of Lost Springs following Third Week Mayhem. Stan Fulton is with the trainers getting his ribs taped up. Though it's hard to tell because his head is down, he doesn't look so much in pain as saddened. A knock on the door causes him to raise his head.

SF: "Come in."

The trainers room door opens and Ravenna Blue comes in.

RB: "Sorry about your match, Stan. How're the ribs?"

SF: "I knew Fire's spirit was with me, but I didn't think I'd start getting her injuries too. Next thing you'll know I'll get a scar on my forehead. Congrats on holding onto the Trios titles, but sorry how your partner is being an ass.[/i]

RB: "I really thought I could get through to him and make him see what he's doing."

SF: "Success has that influence on some people. Especially early success. Look at me; quick wins in the Onslaught division made me a pompous ass. It took working with Junichiro and losing that voice to make me see the Light."

RB: "So what do you say you and I work on getting those tag titles?"

Fulton finally smiles.

SF: "Let's. First, DeadTV. Vangarde hasn't said a word in forever and Dead seems to have lost interest. It should be a good starting point for us as we learn each other's styles. Let's get to Montana and get starting practicing. If there's anything I learned from Matt it was that there's always time for more training."

RB: "You like him now, don't you?"

SF: "Yeah. I think we've both come to respect the other finally. He realized I'm not some goofball n00b and I realized he's just a warm, caring individual."

Fulton and Ravenna look at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing.

RB: "Oh you had me going for a minute."

SF: (wiping tears from his eyes) "Yeah, I couldn't keep a straight face. Truthfully, Matt can be a prick occasionally, but he's a good guy at heart. I can truly say I'm glad to call him friend.

"You finished, Doc? Good. I think I should like to go to Montana. And I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truck... maybe even a recreational vehicle. And drive from state to state. Do they let you do that?"

RB: "I suppose."

SF: "No papers?"

RB: "No papers. State to state."

SF: "Well then, in winter I will live in Arizona. Actually, I think I will need two wives."

RB: "At least."

FADE

[BookerShark]

Madison & Myers sit watching OOWF-TV, both quietened by the images they've seen

Chad: Soooo... probably not a good time to go talk strategy with him.

Zane: Not that there's alot to talk about. I just hope his head is on straight for Wednesday.

Chad: Man, This is Alex we're talking about, since when has his head EVER been on straight?

Zane: Oh shut up. He's not the same man he was when we were all in Run DEA. He might be a cocky arrogant sonofagun still, but he's got the right inentions here. Tytan should pay.

Chad: Moose and Stank too. (adjusts his noseguard)

Zane: Moose and Stank too. I haven't forgotten about them. (rubs his knee)

Chad: But still, its Alexander Darling

Zane: You listen to Davin too much.

Chad: Well DUH. He's our brother-in-arms. Run DLP Baby! (flashes the Run DLP sign and the crowd pop can be heard)

Zane: I realize that, and I'm personally looking forward to another Trios Championship.
But ask nearly anyone else. Ask Samantha. Davin's no angel. He'd never admit it, but Davin and Alexander have alot of the same qualities. First and foremost is being one heck of an accomplished wrestler. That's the quality I want to see out of Alexander this week at Midweek Mayhem, Live! from Rattlesnake, Montana! (Loud Cheap Pop)

Chad: Did you just do that?

Zane: (looks away) I have no idea what you are talking about.

[BookerShark]

Sean Naomh Moore sits watching OOWF-TV in his hotel room.


SNM: All this, Stan, after you defeat your adVERSaries. adVERSaries? Surely you mean ADversaries, ol' boy?

[BookerShark]

(Tytan is seen in his locker room after MAyhem checking injuries.)

Athena: (Enters) Well did you see the card for next week.

Tytan: Who's getting a title shot next week.

Athena: No one.

Tytan: (smiles) Then what is so good about this one?

Athena: You get Darling again.

Tytan: (Smile gets bigger.) I like that, but you still haven't told me everything.

Athena: (Grins) You have some help this time.

Tytan: Really? Who?

Athena: It's you Moose and Stank verse Darling and the Texpress.

Tytan: Now that's something I can truly enjoy. People that understand what I am trying to do. People that agree with the cause.

Athena: Also someone that hates Darling as much as you.

Tytan: This is going to be fun.

(Tytan laughs.)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Kai and Aina are walking up and down Copa Cabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro looking for Noelani. They finally spot her at the edge of the water.



K: Lani!

She sees them and comes up to them.

A: We should remember to thank Rick for this little vacation for our "match." Your plan seems to be working.

N: A vacation was NOT was I was looking for.

A: Oh yeah? Look at this.

Aina hands her his cell phone and her face lightens up.

N: Omigod omigod omigod! FINALLY! A'isha sent this?

K: Aloha.

N: Kai, what...

Noelani sees that he's flirting with girls as they pass.

N: Nevermind.

A: See? Your work on Rick finally paid off.

N: Or, you're finally getting what you deserve. Either way, it's out of my hands now boys. Do what you're supposed to do.

K: We gotta leave now?

N: Looks like.

K: Where to?

A: Montana?

K: Is that a state?

N: Yes Kai.

K: Why don't they just give it to Canada.

A: Dakotas too.

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<We cut to what has to be the seediest bar in Montana, Moose seems to have a knack for finding them. He is sitting alone at the bar drinking, when Father Lou walks in, heads to the bar and orders a drink, and tells the bartender to leave the bottle. A long silence passes between them, finally Moose breaks it>

MHJ: Father

FL: Jack

MHJ: What brings you to this neck of the woods, going to save some souls?

FL: <looking around> I believe this place is beyond all help

MHJ: <smirking> So what brings you here?

FL: Not what, but who

MHJ: Fine, who

FL: Alexander Darling

MHJ: Fuck him

FL: Judge not……

MHJ: Don’t

FL: He asked me to find you and……..console you

MHJ: There is nothing to console me about

FL: Jack……..she is gone

MHJ: <shaking his head> Nope. Not buying that

FL: Jack, have you EVER known her to be gone for this long? Completely out of touch? Let’s say, for the sake of argument she IS still alive, do you really believe she would go this long without communicating with ANYONE? Especially after a tough loss?

<For the first time it seems to cross Moose’s mind that she could really be gone. He shakes his head and drinks up>

MHJ: Nope. She is not dead

FL: <shaking his head> Jack you may be the single most stubborn human being I have ever encountered

MHJ: Thank you

FL: That was not a compliment

<they sit in silence for a moment. Father Lou finishes his drink and as he gets up to leave, Moose cocks his head as if he is listening to someone. Moose grins and grabs Father Lou’s arm and stops him>

MHJ: Father Lou, I………I need to confess

FL: <looking at him strangely> Of………..of course my son

MHJ: Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been, well I have never confessed before

FL: There is no time like the present

MHJ: <turning and looking at Father Lou with a look of pure rage in his eyes> Forgive me Father, for what I am about to do to Texpress and Alexander Darling at MidWeek Mayhem

<Father Lou glares at Moose and shakes his head sadly. He gets up to leave while Moose laughs maniacally>

FL: There is no saving those who do not wish to be saved

<Father Lou walks out of the bar, we hear Moose cackling in the background and yelling PRAY FOR THEM FATHER! PRAY FOR THEM ALL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!>

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(Tytan walks into the bar and sees Moose.)

Tytan: I couldn't agree more.

(With that Moose looks over sees who it is and pours him a drink. The two toast and down the shots.)

Moose: I still haven't forgotten what you did to Firewoman.

Tytan: I wouldn't expect you too. But you why everything went the way it did.

(Moose nods)

Tytan: I also know that there will be a time again went you and I face off.

Moose: But right now we have some business to take care of.

Tytan: And it will be a pleasure to do business with you and Stank.

Moose: (Toasting) To the bloodshed that is about to happen.

Tytan: (Toasting) Let it rain their blood.

(They toast and the screen goes black.)

[BookerShark]

A blonde SFJ walks into J-P Sparxx's dressing room. There's a haze of smoke in the air. She coughs as she waves her hand and sees J-P and Jewel sitting on the couch.

BSFJ: J-P Sparxx, care for an interview?

J-PS: Hey, what the...'sup shortie.

Jewel: Beat it bitch.

BSFJ: Hey! I have a job to do!

Moonbeam comes in.

M: I got his J-P. Beat it bitch.

Jewel: Yeyah!

The blonde SFJ leaves. Moonbeam takes her microphone.

M: Since we're at it...

J-P stands up to be interviewed by Moonbeam.

M: J-P, as a member of GFY, you're obviously one of the up and comers...haha I said comer. This is some good shit J-P.

J-P: Yoyoyo Moonbeam, I'm da rightful Onstar Champion. Neevy's a poser. In fact, I wrote a song about it. Like to hear? Here it goes...

Jewel: Drop some words baby!

J-P: Yo, I'm Slim Sparky, yes I'm the real Sparky, Neevy bein' champ, is just plain milarky, so won;t the real champ please stand up...

Jewel: What?!

J-PS: Please stand up!

M: You're already standing dude.

J-PS: I am standin', 'cuz I'm da champ. Dis week, I gets my belts. Neevy Champ No Moore, get ready, 'cuz The Spark's gonan git'cha, knowwhatI'msayin'?

M: I never know what you're sayin' dude.

The door to the locker room opens. Shawn Johnson walks through.

SJ: You started without me!

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Bridgette is seen KNOCKING~!~!~~~~~!!! on General Manager the Rick's office door. She walks in a moment later and takes a seat across the desk.

GMtR: You... I know ... you're Lucios' girl

Bridgette: Close enough for now, I wanted to present you with your copy.

GMtR: of what?

Bridgette: Zane & Chad's formal complaint to the Board of Directors.

GMtR: WHAT?!?!?!

Bridgette: Since they lost the OOWF World Tag Team Championships, They have not been given the appropriate One on One return match. Sufficient time has lapsed to make it clear a rematch is not in the booking plans.

GMtR: Listen Miss....

Bridgette: You can call me Bridgette

GMtR: ...Bridgette For the first time in quite a while there is a strong and thriving tag team division. Texpress will get their rematch.. eventually.

Bridgette: We'd like to believe you. The problem is your past actions contradict that statement.

GMtR: What actions?

Bridgette: At the end of their previous regin as Champions, Chad and Zane were never granted a One on One remtach. You also vacated the Championships on a previous occasion after a simple No-Decision. This shows a clear pattern of bias against Chad & Zane

GMtR: They weren't? I coulda sworn...

Bridgette: No, It was that fact that led to the incident between Zane and yourself this past summer.

GMtR: (becomeing red-faced) ............................ We aren't having this discussion.

Bridgette: (stands and places a manilla folder on his desk) Nothing to discuss. The complaint has been registered. You have been notified.

GMtR: (Obviously flustered) Listen, tell the guys I'll get them their rematch.. I promise. Just as soon as I can.

Bridgette: Evenin' Rick (She shuts the door behind her and we fade.......)

[BookerShark]

(part 1 is in the PHWF thread at PunsHouse)

<Moose is sitting at the bar drinking, there are several bottles around him, so he has been there awhile. The bartender is keeping his distance and across the room a couple of bikers are playing the quietest game of pool in the history of the game. The door opens and bathes the bar in an unnatural light for a moment and three men walk in. One man is rather large, and appears to be wearing a Viking helmet. The other two are smaller, one takes off for the bathroom, and the other heads to the pac man machine with the cracked screen. The man with the Viking helmet walks up to the bar and sits down next to Moose, which draws an annoyed look from Moose. >

Man: Give me some grog

Bartender: Fresh out

Man: How bout some mead?

<The bartender shakes his head and slides him a St. Pauli’s Girl instead, he sits there in silence, then looks at Moose>

Man: So…….what’s your story?

<Moose just looks at him like he is insane, then shakes his head>

MHJ: Don’t worry about it. What’s with the helmet? You touched or something?

Man: Touched?

MHJ: In the head

Man: I’m a Viking

MHJ: Really

Man: Yep

MHJ: A Viking. In Montana.

Man: I am on a journey. I am looking for a fight

<Moose perks up a little at this>

Man: Yep. My last fight was…….unsatisfying

MHJ: You don’t say. So……..Mr. Viking

Man: Call me Steve. Steve the Lost Viking

MHJ: Steve……..the Lost Viking

STLV: Yes, and you are?

MHJ: Moose. Moosehead Jack

<Steve smirks and shakes Moose’s hand>

STLV: I’ve heard of you

MHJ: Bad things I hope

STLV: Your name has come up in lots of the places I work

MHJ: Really. Where do you work?

STLV: PHWF

MHJ: That place is still around? Is that idiot SYB still there?

STLV: Yes, we just started up again. And yes, SYB is still there, and he is……how did you say it…….touched

MHJ: Yeah. Rumor is he has a thing for steers. And Brian Dennehy

STLV: I had heard that. I didn’t believe it until I saw him, then, it kind of became obvious

MHJ: So, you came all the way to Montana looking for a fight

STLV: Well, I hear the OOWF is in town, I was thinking about looking up GM the Rick and seeing if he has a spot for a Lost Viking

MHJ: Rick is an idiot

STLV: That may be the case, but he is the boss

MHJ: Let me ask you this………Steve………what do you think of the fans?

STLV: <sighing> Well, at first I thought I would do everything I could to make them happy, now? I am not so sure

<Moose grins and looks at the bartender>

MHJ: Get him something stronger, put it on my tab

<time passes and we see Moose, who is very, very drunk and Steve the Lost Viking sitting at a table. The bikers are lying in a pool of blood by the pool table and the two guys that came in with Steve are cowering in the corner. Moose and Steve both have large pitchers of beer and clink them together and laugh>

STLV: JEFF! JEFF! Get over here! C’mere! Moose, this is Jeff Langfjordsson, he is my personal interviewer

MHJ: He doesn’t look like a Sexy Female Journalist

STLV: A what now?

MHJ: In the OOWF, we have SFJ’s, dozens of them, all they do is take up space and interview us

STLV: VALHALLA!

MHJ: Something like that

<The bartender brings two more pitchers and Moose and Steve clink them together again and drink deeply>

STLV: JEFF! JEFF! Do that thing. You know, the song

JL: Umm, are you sure that is a good idea?

STLV: C’MON! DO IT!

JL: <sighs> fine

JL: Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

<Moose and Steve look at one another for a second, then burst into the chorus>

GREENSLEEVES WAS ALL MY JOY
GREENSLEEVES WAS MY DELIGHT
GREENSLEEVES WAS MY HEART OF GOLD
AND WHO BUT MY LADY GREENSLEEVES

<Jeff shakes his head and Moose and Steve explode into drunken laughter and we fade>

[BookerShark]

The Scene comes up in the Destroyatorium and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor playing with Shotglass while Ashley is pouring Outback Jack a pitcher of Fosters. DVD walks into the room and nods a greeting to all of them.

DVD: Hey babe, you got time for an old school interview segment?

Ashley (nodding) : Sure thing just give me a sec. (Ashley whistles loudly) SHOTGLASS MIC!

Shotglass hops off of DDT's lap and runs around the bar, coming back momentarily with a mic in his mouth. DVD throws a slightly confused look at Ashley.

DVD: You taught him to do that.

Ashley just points at Outback Jack.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for nobody eats for free around here.

This gets a chuckle out of the group as DVD heads over to an empty wall at the back of the bar.

DVD: Hey Ash, do we have a D&D banner we can put up.

Ashley: It's 2010, we've upgraded.

Ashley pushes a button on a remote, and a large hi-def television lowers with the D&D logo glowing on the screen. DDT and OBJ stand in front of it withe DVD standing in front of them. Ashley steps next to him and DVD motions for her to start.

Ashley: I'm here with Dynamite Danny Taylor, Outback Jack and DVD the group collectively known as Drink and Destroy. This week you defend your titles for the first time against the Flyin Hawaiians, a team that has gotten the better of you in recent matches.

DVD: It's true, we have lost some hard fought matches against them, and I'm not going to take anything away from em, those boys are tough. The thing is, those matches were just for fun, to entertain the fans, to work on strategy and teamwork, now, the stakes have been raised.

Ashley: Some People say that Noelani the Hawaiians manager has gotten into your head, and that is going to cost you the titles.

DVD (chuckling) : Yeah, that pretty dame is in my mind, no doubt about it. The thing is, they aren't wrestling me, they are wrestling them (he motions to DDT and OBJ) and something tells me her charms may be less effective on these two.

Ashley: What is it that makes you think you will achieve victory this week?

DVD: From the day this team first was formed, they have had to fight, not for titles or glory, but for their very survival, and they did. Now they have made it to the top and won the OOWF Tag Team Championships.

Danny and Jack lift up the belts showing them to the camera.

DVD: If the Hawaiians step into this fight thinking it's going to be an easy win, they will be in for a surprise. Drink and Destroy is one of the toughest teams in this or any company. If you don't bring your A game against us, you haven't got a chance. And this doesn't just go for the Hawaiians, any team that faces us is going to have to be at their best. We struggled hard to get to the top of the tag division, and we aren't going down without a fight.

Ashley: Any last words for your opponents this week.

DVD: Yeah, Noelani I hope your boys are ready for a brawl, because being the champ means your the best. If you aren't striving to hold a championship, you don't need to be in this business. We look forward to facing your boys, but this time, we hold nothing back. When Jack lights the fire...

Jack and Danny clink the Tag titles together.

DVD: Boom goes the Dynamite.

Fade

[BookerShark]

~~ At an OOWF House Show in nearby BoxTurtle, Montana, The main event is underway, a 20-Man Over-the-Top Battle Royal. The crowd oohs and ahhs at a couple of near eliminations, Carl From Fresno skinning the cat twice in the past 10 seconds to avoid elimination. Former OOWF Onslaught Champion Jim Jones seems to be taking control of the match, when suddenly

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Begins to play across the sound system. The crowd boos as Comrade Sharkoff walks to ringside carrying his trademark Soviet flag, chain, the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Title, and… Oh shit.. A microphone

He Climbs in the ring and begins to attack everything in site. Chain Assisted SICKLE for Fumunda Mung sends him out of the ring! Bert Clarke eats a big boot and is sent over the top as well. Hi-Vo Sakamoto gets in a few chops, and then too is sent over the top rope with the Chain Assisted Sickle. One by one, they attack, dumb ninja-style, and one by one the Comrade send them out. Finally Jim Jones crashes to the arena floor and Sharkoff holds his belt up high. The referee, not knowing what to do, grabs his arm and declares him the winner. Sharkoff grabs his mic and abuses the English language.

I tell you that I am here for a fight. I choose the title that gets the most fight, and in one week, no one wants to fight. Typical Capitalist Cowards. I am here to show everyone that the Soviet way is they only way, and to teach all these fat, lazy Americans to show respect to Mother Russia I challenge anyone to get in this ring with me RIGHT NOW

Suddenly, Carl From Fresno slides in behind Sharkoff and attempts The Hunger Strike! (Inverted DDT) Sharkoff bridges back up and powerslams Carl. He crouches, waiting for Carl to stand back up and hits the Chain Assisted SICKLE! He pulls Carl to his feet, wraps the chain around the title belt on the mat. FACE FIRST PILEDRIVER ONTO THE CHAIN WRAPPED TITLE BELT! Sharkoff grabs the Soviet Flag and waves it proudly, screaming out as the anthem plays again

Comrade Sharkoff Number 1! Russia Number 1! CCCP Number 1! USSR Number 1!



~~ Was originally two seperate posts....

<Comrade Sharkoff is still i the ring ranting and raving, when "The Lost Vikings" plays and Steve the Lost Viking races to the ring. As he gets to the ring, Comrade Sharkoff charges at him trying for a chain assisted sickle, but Steve ducks it and catches him with a kick to the gut, then scoops him up and PLANTS him with a sit out piledriver! Comrade Sharkoff flops around the ring, and tries to bail out to the back, but Steve the Lost Viking grabs him as he is headed through the ropes, rolls him up, a referee appears......

ONE......TWO......THREE......WINNER and NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION........STEVE THE LOST VIKING

.....the referee disappears and Comrade Sharkoff bails out of the ring and storms around ringside threatening people. Steve the Lost Viking holds the title high in the air, then grabs a mic>

STLV: Sharkoff........they may not want to fight you in the PHWF, but I have come here to end your reign of terror! <the crowd cheers this> I have come to restore HONOR to this title! <more cheers> So Sharkoff......I have been riding across the land looking for a fight, and now, I have found one. Any time you want a shot at this <holds up the title> you let me know.

HUSS!

<Sharkoff continues to rant and rave, Steve the Lost Viking stands in the middle of the ring basking in the cheers as we fade>

[BookerShark]

A couple is standing on a beach at sunrise, with the air filled with gray mist...somewhere. We can only see them from behind.

Male: It's almost time.

Female: I don't want to go back. It's so quiet here...peaceful....

Male: Well, I know I didn't think I would...but it's time.

Female: Why?

Male: So many questions with you. You will see...all in time.

Female: No one wants me there....No one's tried to contact me at all since--

Male: I know...I'm sorry.

Female: You're sure they knew how?

Male: I made sure of it.

Female: You could go without me.

Male: No. I need you to be with me. I can't do it without you.

Female: But...

Male: You'll just need to promise me you'll stay away from those that would harm you...like we talked about.

The male looks down at her, as she looks away, and then up at him and nods.

Male: Good. Let's get ready. And you need to take your medicine.

Female: As you wish.

Scene fades

[BookerShark]

SoCalChristy is in the backstage interview area with Sean Naomh Moore.


SCC: Sean, any thoughts on yet another match with J-P Sparxx this week?

SNM: Amazing. How can someone so tiny be so annoying? You want this belt, Sparxx? :pats the Onslaught Championship Belt around his waist: I'll be fighting for her, too. I'm not taking anything for granted, and I'll be fighting twice as hard as you will. I will say this though - you're quite adorable when you're jealous. It's surprisingly enjoyable.

SCC: Wow. I don't think I've ever seen you this animated - it should be an intense matchup this week. Are you expecting J-P to look to attack your leg?

SNM: The doctor says it's fine, now - all healed up. But, sure - he'd be a fool not to try.

SCC: Do you have anything special planned for this match?

SNM: No - nothing special. Just an arse-kicking for the ol' Spark. Oh, and Sparxx - don't be offended, but you smell like a dog.


Moore walks off-set, while Christy looks on, somewhat bewildered.

[BookerShark]

Zane and Bridgette walk into a Generic National Chain Bar & Grill in Rattlesnake, Montana (Cheap Pop echos in the background) They are seated and are seen quietly conversing. Zane looks up and glances down at the bar and sees... Alexander Darling finishing his 3rd drink of the evening. He excuses himself and walks over and takes a seat next to him

Zane: This place isn't as as upscale as your usual hangouts Alex.

Alexander: (looking up surprised) It was either here or the beer joint down the street. Places with mechanical bulls aren't on my radar.

Zane: Don't knock it until you've tried it... (Alexander smiles weakly) Listen, I'm not going to get up in the middle of your business. I won't pretend to understand what's going on in that head of yours. Lisa was my friend too.

Alexander: I didn't think you even liked her.

Zane: I didn't like Firewoman. I didn't like the way Chad acted and reacted around her. He lost his head and focus when it came to her, let her lead him on quite abit, and it cost us big in the long run.
Lisa Quinn was a good workout partner and student of the game. She's the person I will miss.

Alexander: Yeah (looks away) Listen, Don't worry, I'll be ready come Wednesday.

Zane: I'm sure you will be. And you know that despite my friendship with Davin, When it comes to Tytan, We'll have your back if needed.

Alexander: I want to handle that on my own. But Thanks.

~~ He drops a couple fifties on the bar and heads out. Zane rejoins Bridgette, just in time for their meal to be served ~~

Zane: Sorry about that.

Bridgette: I know... business. This is nice though, I had grown a little tired of the Sandwich Shoppe and Ric hitting on me.

Zane: (Smiling) Understood.

[BookerShark]

*Davin is WEARING~! old person reading glasses from CVS, and looks to be making some changes to something. He's got a few binders next to him, and he's got papers all over the desk. Shawn Johnson wanders in.*

OGMSJ: I'm bored.

DM: .... *scratch-out, scratch-out, re-write*

OGMSJ: Are you going to talk, like, EVER? Chris isn't talking. Dead's not talking. SPARXX is talking but Jewel hates me. Sam isn't talking. Moony has been making snow angels for 3 days now. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? I. AM. FUCKING. BORED!!!

DM: .... *scratch-out, scratch-out, re-write*

OGMSJ: I mean, you KNOW you have a match this week, right?

DM: ....

OGMSJ: Against Concrete TG? Don't you hate him or something?

DM: ....

OGMSJ: Kind of a random match, and I know you've got other things on your mind, but you seriously have NOTHING to say? I mean, this is BIG. GM the Rick actually has figured out 3 years later that you and Crete aren't on the same time. THIS IS YOUR CHANCE AT PAYBACK!

DM: .... *scratch-out, scratch-out, re-write*

OGMSJ: Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnn Davin. Give me something already!

DM: *without looking up, digs into his pocket and pulls out a $20, handing it to Shawn* Why don't you go get yourself some ice cream?

OGMSJ: It's 3 fucking degrees out. Are you high?

DM: Then go have Evans get you a 40 or something. I'm busy.

OGMSJ: You're an ASSHOLE. That's what you are.

DM: *finally turns to Shawn, and slowly takes his glasses off* Now Shawn. That's not very nice, is it?

OGMSJ: *looks angry at first and then regresses, looks down and shakes her head no* Sorry.

DM: Now, I'm finishing these binders off for the guys. They've got a lot on the line this week, so I've been trying to stay out of their way. See how they'd do without me there holding their hand. I'd say JP's hanging in there quite well. Although Moore is right, he DOES smell like wet dog. But that's not the point. J-P is going to win this Wednesday. He deserves it. He's good enough. He's better than Moore. Sometimes, it really is just that simple.

OGMSJ: What about Chris?

DM: Shawny, you need to get your boy to check himself. There's no bullshit this week. LD Williams? Matt Folz? No tomato cans there. He needs to show the fuck up if he wants to hang on to that belt. I can't go win it for him, knowwhatimsayin'?

OGMSJ: Waaaait a second...are you talking shit about Evans?

DM: He's not doing what needs to be done to continue to be a champion. I'm not his fucking da-da. If he wants it, he knows what he has to do. If he'd rather just play hide the salami with you, then he's just going to be another jobber here in OOWF. I'm sure you'd be fine with that. You have no need to hang out with actual winners, right?

OGMSJ: *considers, then turns red, a little angry* I'm a champion, Davin. I ONLY hang out with winners.

DM: Perhaps you should have a talk with him then?

OGMSJ: Perhaps I should.

DM: Now?

OGMSJ: Now's good.

DM: Good. See you later, Midget.

OGMSJ: *stand up quickly and heads for the door calling over her shoulder* Bye Sasquatch!

SDM: *coming in from the other room, obviously listening in* Is there ever a time when you're NOT trying to use psychology on someone?

DM: *sits back and looks up* It always works though.

SDM: Not always. *she sits on his lap*

DM: What do YOU want from Christmas, little girl?

SDM: Cute and creepy. That's why I married you.

DM: I need to beat the ever-living shit out of Traitormask this week.

SDM: I know. You will.

DM: I know. Truth, Justice and the American Way is no match for a Diamond Cutter.

SDM: It's not. Good job on the Trios, by the way.

DM: You know, it's funny? I barely talk to Chad and Zane for months, and yet, we get in the ring and it's like we never stopped, you know? Trios titles will be a nice feather in the ol' career cap again.

SDM: Especially after getting fucked out of them the last 2 months.

DM: Whatever. I can't control booking. I can just control how awesome I am.

SDM: And you've got your awesome cranked up to 11 today, don't you?

DM: Go big or go home.

SDM: *hops off and grabs his hand, pulling him out of the chair* Go big.

DM: I have to finish these.

SDM: They're done. Come on.

DM: Yes'm. Cockadoodle Doo Motherfucker!

*fade*

[BookerShark]

FADE IN on Ric’s Sub Shoppe in Rattlesnake, Montana. Ric is behind the counter stylin’ and profilin’. At a table near the back is Ravenna Blue and The Crusher Stan Fulton having lunch.

RB: “Then do a quick drop toe hold, elbow to the back of the head and then a senton. They’d never expect it and you can move fast enough to pull that off.”

SF: “Good idea. I like it. I’ve been thinking about putting in a Rikishi-type reverse splash in the corner. You know, butt first.”

RB: “Meh. Too eighties. You have the mass for a cross-body in the corner though. If you can hit the angle right so your head and feet end up between the top and middle ropes, you could then swing out to the apron.”

SF: “Hmmm. That’s not bad. How ‘bout this? I cross body them in the corner leaving myself laying over the middle ropes. Tag you in and you use me as a springboard for an enziguri or knee to the skull?”

RB: “Yeah. Yeah, that’s sweet.”

SF: “Cool. Now for a team finisher. Need a refill?”

RB: “Sure.”

Fulton takes their cups to the drink station and begins filling them back up. While he’s standing there, a man wearing a Ric’s Sub Shoppe nametag that says “Manager,” walks up.

JJD: “Mr. Fulton? I’d like to introduce myself to you. I’m James J. Dillon.”

SF: “Nice to meet you, sir. What can I do for you?”

JJD: “It’s what I can do for you, son. I noticed that you’re floundering here in the OOWF. You came in a-house-a-fire, becoming four time Onslaught champion and three time DDT champ, but now you’re stuck at the bottom of the tag ranks after climbing that rank once with a different partner. You need guidance. You need a manager. You need me.”

SF: “That’s quite an offer, Mr. Dillon. So you’re willing to manage Ravenna and myself?”

JJD: “No, no, son. You got it all wrong. I’m not offering to manage a tag team. I mean you. You drop that filly and sign up with me and you’ll be World Champion within six months. Three if I can grease the right palms.”

SF: “Well I appreciate your offer, Mr. Dillon, but Ravenna and I are a team. I won’t turn my back on her for any reason. I’m a man of my word.”

JJD: “Well, heck, boy. A man is only as good as his word. But that word can be misinterpreted, if you catch my meanin’.”

SF: “I do and I won’t. I wish you well, Mr. Dillon, but I don’t think I’m your man.”

Fulton walks away as J.J. gets a scowl on his face and starts to fill the straw dispenser.

RB: “Who was that?”

SF: “A fan I guess. So where were we? You were jumping off my prone body if I remember right.”

RB: “Har har. Have an onion ring.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

CUT as Steve the Lost Viking comes through the curtain to the backstage area near Ric's Sub Shoppe. BackStage Security®, noticing that a non-OOWF employee is coming through the arena apprehends the miscreant.

Due to the commotion, The Crusher Stan Fulton and Ravenna Blue come out of Ric's along with most of the staff.

Ric: "Whoooo!"

AA: "Get that miscreant out of here. This area is for OOWF talent only."

JJD: "Does he need a manager?"

Ric: "Whoo! J.J.! You're already a manager. Now get back inside and wipe down the soda fountain. Whooooo!"

Ric, Double A and J.J. go back inside and BackStage Security stand there holding Steve the Lost Viking.

BSS: "Mr. Fulton, Ms. Blue. What do we do with this guy. He seems lost."

SF: "Throw him out I guess."

StLV: "Ye can't throw me out. I'm a Viking!"

RB: "You know, this is the OOWF. We don't stand for that PHWF silliness. Now take off the Viking helmet and go back to your parent's basement."

StLV: "If'n you weren't a damsel I'd pummel you!"

Steve the Lost Viking begins to struggle with BackStage Security and Fulton helps attempt to subdue the wily Norwegian. They get him face down on the ground and the security guards start to bind the Viking's wrists while Fulton, for lack of a better term, sits on him holding him down.

As he does, Fall River's own Angelo Barros walks back from the ring area, sees Fulton on top of Steve the Lost Viking and drops to the floor.

FRoAB: "One! Two! Three! Your winner and NEWWWWWWWW DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton!"

SF: "Huh? Wha?"

RB: "Nice. Congrats, Stan. Guess I'll have to win that from you now."

SF: "Buu... but... I wasn't... I was just... ah, hell."

Barros hands Fulton the belt and walks into the Sub Shoppe and orders a footlong roast beer with pepper jack. BackStage Security gets Steve the Lost Viking subdued and escorts him out of the building into a waiting police cruiser.

Fulton looks down at the belt, shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

SF: "Oh well. Could be worse. It could be a purple belt."

FADE

[BookerShark]

Chris Evans is seen in the locker room gym at the heavy bag working on some punching combinations.

Shawn: Hey Chris.

Evans: Oh hey Shawn, what’s up?

SJ: Chris, Davin’s starting to have his doubts about you. He doesn’t think you’ve got what it takes to win.

E: He’s got nothing to worry about, Shawn. Or has he forgotten what I was willing to do a few weeks ago to my own partner and ally in order to keep this title?

SJ: This isn’t a singles match though, Chris. This is a triple-threat with 2 of the best wrestlers in the OOWF, and unlike Ravenna, they won’t have any problems with holding back.

E: Shawn, you’re starting to worry me a bit here. You’re acting as if you don’t think I can do this.

SJ: I...

E: I’ll be fine, Shawn. This won’t be my first run-in with either Folz or LD. It might not seem like it, but I’m taking this more seriously than every other match that I’ve had since winning this title. Besides, I know you believe in me, that you’ve got my back. After all, you only hang out with winners, right?

SJ: You got that right. No place in this fed for losers.

E: That’s my girl. *kisses Shawn* Davin wants a show, he’s gonna see the Chris Evans that won this title in the first place.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Ravenna and Crusher continue their conversation outside Ric's

Ravenna: ..... We could get you a purple one, you could wear it with your #4 jersey

Stan: Funny. I don't even have a...

Ravenna: I've seen it

Stan: Oh.

~~ they are suddenly joined by Chad Madison ~~

Chad: Hellooooooooo Nurse!

Stan: Can we help you?

Chad: You? No. Rebecca here does PLENTY for me!

Ravenna: What do you want?

Chad: Me? Nothing. They've got a Make-your-own Sundae bar in catering this week. Want to join me?

Ravenna: No, really what are you doing here?

Chad: Well, TexShark's writing a Promo, so I figured I ought to be here.

~~ a God-like voice from above echos out ~~

TexShark300: Wrong answer. Get Out.

~~ Suddenly, Comrade Sharkoff charges into view, weilding his chain and Soviet flag. He knocks Ravenna down with the flag pole shot, which causes Chad to rush over and cover her to protect her from further harm.
Crusher tries to charge Comrade, but Sharkoff sees it coming and side-steps it. Fulton puts on the brakes and spins around into a CHAIN ASSISTED SICKLE! Sharkoff makes the cover and a referee materializes in time to count the 1...2...3! Winner, and New DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Comrade Sharkoff

Sharkoff laughs maniacally and heads for the parking lot ~~

Chad: Wow, that guy is plain crazy, are you ok?

Ravenna: (panting) I will be once you GET... OFF....OF.... ME!

~~ Fulton starts to stir. Madison tries to help him up ~~

Stan: You're fault. This is all your fault!

Chad: Hey man, I have nothing to do with him!

~~ scene cut and we catch up with Sharkoff in the parking lot. He appears to be argiuing with the guy at the valet station, The camera zooms to the background, where Steve the Lost Viking is standing outside a partol car talking with police and BackStage Security(c)

Officer #1: I'd get a lanyard and wear it around until the rest of the staff begins to recognize you.

Steve: My authentic replica Viking Helmet isn't memorable enough?

BackStage Security (c) Guard #1: Not really, you should see some of the things Tytan has worn in the past.

Officer #2: And with your work in the PHWF, they may not know you're still employed here as well.

BackStage Security (c) Guard #2: Just make sure to keep that OOWF Job Squad OOficial Premises Pass on you at all times.

~~ The Officers pile in the patrol car and leave. The BackStage Security (c) crew disperses as well, and Steve begins to look around for where to go next, as he is apparently..... lost. Suddenly, he spots Comrade Sharkoff getting in his 1978 Yugo and calls out

Steve: HUSS! You dirty scoundrel! I know not how you captured that title, but the means I am sure, were nefarious! HUSS!

Sharkoff: (Climbing back out of his car) Now I am champion of the DDT Ironman. You are not worthy of this belt. You want fight? I GIVE you fight!

~~ Steve and Sharkoff charge each other and begin to brawl. Steve gets the upper hand and sends Comrade crashing into the passengers side of his 1978 Yugo. The car is pushed sideways several feet. Steve kicks Sharkoff a few times then dissapears behind the car. Sharkoff looks up to see the Yugo being tipped over on top of him! A referee appears and counes 1...2...3! Winner, and New DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Comrade Sharkoff's 1978 Yugo!

Steve stands there dumbfounded, but then seems to have an idea ~~

Steve: I have an idea!

~~ HE reaches in the car and turns on the wiper blades. Being on its side, and cheaply made, the blades work but begin hitting the ground as well. Steve puts his arm around the side-view mirror and screams! ~~

Steve: Tap you son-of-a-bitch!

~~ The Yugo's wipers continue to hit the ground. The referee decides that's good enough and calls for the bell! Winner, and New DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Steve the Lost Viking!

Steve grabs his belt and begins to wander around backstage.... still apparently lost ~~

[BookerShark]

*Smash cut to Davin, in his locker room, and alone. He looks like he's doing some visualization or something before Mayhem, but honestly, who the fuck knows with him? He's got his i-pod on and is standing in the middle of the room, bouncing back and forth from foot to foot. There's a knock at the door, but he doesn't hear it. More knocking, more non-answering. Finally, the door opens, and we see Chris Evans. WE do, but Davin doesn't. Evans appears to be calling out to Davin, but our audio is apparently that of the i-pod, because all we hear is "Hit 'Em Up". Evans reaches out to tap Davin on the shoulder, but Davin, reacting reflexively, grabs Evans by the arm, and quickly puts Evans in a hammerlock, sending him to the floor, and puts a knee in the back of his neck. It takes a second before Davin realizes it's Evans, and then lets go and lets him up.*

DM: FUCK Evans! What is wrong with you?

CE: Ow. I was calling you and...

DM: I'm getting ready for my match. What the fuck?

CE: I wanted to talk to you.

DM: *takes out his earphones* Fine. What?

CE: Why don't you think I can win? Why are you doubting me? I'm the damn Intercontinental Champion!

DM: You're not paying attention. You're not doing what you need to do to defend in a 3-way. It's that simple. I'm not going to sit here and sugar-coat things for you. Yeah, you've had some title defenses, but they weren't up against top-flight competition, now were they?

CE: Ravenna is a hell of a wrestler-

DM: Sure she is.

CE: -and my friend.

DM: *moves closer* This, my friend, is your problem. You can be friends and still be honest. And let's be honest, shall we? She's not in your league talent-wise. And yet, you let her hang in every match until you smartened up and did what you had to do to win. And then you fucking APOLOGIZED for winning. You NEVER apologize for winning. Ever. That's what this business is about. 10 years from now, no one will give a shit who Chris Evans was friends with. But they WILL care if he won. Are you getting this, Chris? Is this sinking in at all? You're the Intercontinental Champion. That's terrific. If that's all you want out of this business, that's all you're going to get. You've got the talent and ability to do much, much more. But if you continue to spend your time here in OOWF trying to make friends and not stepping on anyone's toes, you'll never do more. That's not an opinion. That's fact.

CE: You know, Davin. Maybe I'm just not like you, you know? Maybe I CAN have friends and win championships. Did you ever consider that your way isn't the ONLY way? Did you? I'm doing just fine in my career. I'm one of the best pure wrestlers in this business. I'm the Intercontinental Champion. Just maybe your way shouldn't BE my way.

DM: Do you hear yourself?

CE: Huh?

DM: "I'm doing just fine". "I'm one of the best".

CE: What the hell is wrong with that?

DM: You're LIMITING yourself. "I'm constantly displaying mastery and excellence in my career and craft." "I AM the best pure wrestler in the business and the best wrestler period."

CE: See? Davin, that's you. That's not who I am.

DM: Ok, try this, why are you "one of" the best? As opposed to "the best"?

CE: I dunno, I mean, there's LD, there's you, guys who have been doing this longer, won more. It's kind of arrogant to assume you're better than they are. It's even more arrogant to say it.

DM: And what in the blue fuck is wrong with arrogance? Arrogance and confidence go hand-in-hand, my friend. If you don't truly believe you're better than the person across the ring from you, you wrestle defensively. You wrestle not to lose. And when you do THAT, you lose focus on the ultimate goal.

CE: Winning?

DM: Bingo.

CE: Ok, I see what you're saying. But still, maybe you're wrong, you know?

DM: If I'm wrong, and you think you have a better plan, let me ask you...why are you here? Why did you join up with GFY? I could have found someone else. You don't need to answer. I know why. It's the same old bullshit. No one actually believes Davin knows what he's talking about. 11 DDT titles. A Tag title. An Intercontinental Title. 2 Onslaught Titles. 4 Trios Titles. And 3 World Heavyweight Championships. Maybe, just fucking MAYBE, I know what the fuck I'm doing; and I'm damned good at it. That's 11 Championships overall. No one can fucking touch that. And this just in, I'm not fucking done, either. I like shiny. I'm going to get more shiny. Because when I want a belt, I get it. I'm that. damn. good. And here I am, in my Davin Moreland magnanimous best, trying to pass my skill and knowledge onto others. Selfless. A giver. A humanitarian. That's what I am. And what do I get from you? Thanks? A fruit basket? A cheese platter? No. I get "maybe you're wrong". Hell, at least Eric sends me fruit baskets. If you're not interested in what I have to offer, the door's right there, Chris. And I'll have no trouble filling your spot. I want you to stay. Your potential is limitless. But if you're not going to be teachable, you're wasting both of our time. Now if you don't mind, I want to get back to prepping for my match. I'll see you after Mayhem.

*Davin fires up his i-pod and faces away from the door, and Evans again. Chris is going to say something, but thinks better of it, and simply leaves*

*fade*