OOWF End of Days 6 PPV

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OOWF End of Days 6
Live! From Catia La Mar, Venezuela

OOWF Invitational Semifinals[/u]
(25)J-P Sparxx vs. (4)Stank
(2)Stan Fulton vs. (3)Chris Evans

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match/OOWF Invitational Finals[/u]
Sparxx/Stank Winner vs. Fulton/Evans Winner

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. DH Magnusson vs. Firewoman

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. Drink & Destroy

#1 Contender Best of Seven Series – Match 2[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians (1-0) vs. Texpress (0-1)

Strap Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Ecosystem

LD Williams vs. Tytan
Alexis Darling vs. Darius Prentiss
Davin Moreland & Moosehead Jack vs. The President & Psykle

Card subject to overlord takeover

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We see Chris Evans, muttering to himself, looking at his as-yet-unsponsored phone dressed in regular shitty indy wanker clothes. Let's say an Ed Hardy T-Shirt and Skinny Jeans or something. He's not looking up and he bumps directly into J-P Sparxx, who wasn't looking either. They both look at each other and it turns into a staredown. Evans sees Jewel approaching out of the corner of his eye, and slips on a pair of Brass Knuckles*

JPS: Woah, woah, son. It ain't like dat. I'm-a goin' to see D-Dawg. I gots a text to meet him.

CE: So did I.

JPS: Why you got da knucks, Cubby?

CE: *snarls a little but composes himself* Davin and I aren't exactly on the best terms these days.

JPS: True dat.

*They all walk together and knock on Davin's dressing room door. They're called in and they see Davin, seated, as well as a as-yet-unsponsored laptop next to him. On it, we see Samantha, via Skype. Shawn Johnson and Moonbeam are also seated. Davin stands and Evans gets into a defensive position as he approaches*

DM: Brass Knucks, Chris? Really?

CE: Like you taught me, Davin. Be prepared for any situation.

DM: Smart. J-P, hell of a win tonight. You shut a lot of people the fuck up.

JPS: Dats how Sparky roll, son.

DM: Right. Anyway, I called you both in here...

SDM(via Skype): We...

DM: Right, sorry. WE called you both in here, because we felt it necessary to touch base. I've had a pretty hands-off approach for the last couple of months with you guys, in order to see exactly what you could do.

SDM: To see if you could prove me right.

DM: That. So I just...

SDM: We...

DM: Fine. You say it.

SDM: Tonight, you both showed the fans, the Board of Directors, and most importantly, the people in the locker room just what you two guys were made of. Davin had to interact with you both differently to get you properly motivated, and I'll be honest, Chris. I didn't think you had it in you. I was losing faith. But you took everything the Greatest of All Time had to offer, and you ended up with the clean pin. No controversy. No bullshit. You beat him fair and square.

DM: And J-P, you did what I knew you could do. You didn't let that guy's supposed status overwhelm you - and you did what we knew you could do all along. Beat a guy you're better than. Sounds stupid, but sometimes it's harder than it looks.

SDM: The reason we called you in here is to congratulate you. As the 2 remaining GFY members, you're both in the Final 4 of the Invitational - and that's something you should crow about for the next year or so.

DM: More importantly, it's GFY: 2, Unforgiven: 0. Proving for about the millionth time who the better group is. It's GFY. Chris, I know that you've got heat with me right now. I get it. I was tough on you, for sure. I couldn't find a way to motivate you. But it looks like it got through, and I'm so fucking proud, proud of both of you, for living up to your potential.

SDM: And my vision for GFY is about to be cemented. It's going to be J-P Sparxx vs. Chris Evans for the World Heavyweight Championship on Sunday. And that will make every fucking fraud back there stand up and take notice.

DM: That's all I wanted to say. Great job guys.

*He shakes both their hands and heads back over to the couch. Shawn Johnson sidles over to Evans before he leaves*

OGMSJ: Hey Chris.

CE: *with disdain* Shawn.

OGMSJ: Umm...wanna get a coffee?

CE: *thinks* Yeah, coffee sounds good.

*They all leave, leaving Moonbeam, Samantha (via Skype) and Davin*

SDM: I gotta tell ya, Dav. You were playing with fire there for the last few weeks with Evans.

DM: Worked, didn't it?

SFJ420: Sho' nuf did.

SDM: Have you been hanging out with Jewel again, Moony?

SFJ420: Maybe...

DM: I'm just glad it's over. Now we get one of these guys to grab the big belt, and this little "competition" is just about wrapped up.

SDM: It would be nice if my brother tried a little bit.

DM: Whatever. He knows he's beat. It's all over but the cryin'.

*fade*

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Locker Room, New Amsterdam, Guyana

The President wanders out of the showers and into the locker room looking grimly determined. He is about halfway through dressing when his Secret Service members and some random journalist enter the room. The President throws his towel around his neck and stands to meet them.

SRJ: Mr. President, can I get a word?

President: Of course, in just a moment.

The President reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a large wad of Guyanese Dollars. He then peels off bills and hands them to each of the Secret Service members, who thank him and then leave. The President then wipes his face, and turns to face the journalist again.

President: My apologies. You had some questions?

SRJ: Well first, who were they?

President: Oh, some poor Guyanese I found outside of the arena. They looked like they needed some money and it gave me an idea for a grand entrance for tonight, which was to be a statement match for me.

SRJ: Yes, things did not turn out as planned. Stan Fulton was simply too stro-

President: Let me stop you right there. I said many, many times that strength can be overcome. Stan Fulton was not too strong; I was not good enough in combating that. I didn't compete to the best of my ability; I let myself down, I let the OOWF down, and I let the fans down.

SRJ: Your hot streak is now at an end. How does your first loss in the OOWF taste?

President *Grinning*: Bloody. But seriously, it is only a minor setback. Did I simply bow out after I lost to Stephen Douglas? His political might can be matched to Stan Fulton's physical might. This is only the beginning of my career here in the OOWF. My ceiling is far from being reached; a title shot will find its way to me soon and when that happens, the OOWF can begin to heal.

SRJ: Speaking of title shots, have you gotten a look at the upcoming card for End of Days?

President: No. Why?

The journalist hands The President a flyer containing the End of Days card as well as the updated rankings in the OOWF. The President peruses it, and narrows his eyes. Crumpling it and tossing it aside, The President looks up at the journalist.

President: A wrestler I defeated and who has barely kept himself out of the cellar in the rankings has gotten an Intercontinental title shot? While I'm randomly teaming with that Hell's Angel again?

Journalist *Nodding*: Well it's against two of the-

President: Please be quiet. Me and the Rick, we're going to have to sit down and have a discussion. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

The President, still only half-dressed, grabs his remaining gear and calmly but stoically exits the locker room, the journalist left behind.

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Stank - What's that? I can't understand what you're saying!

*Stank loosens his grip around Eric O'Mac's throat. Eric breathes in much needed air. Moosehead Jack and Bryce Larson are much further down the hallway out of earshot, presumbably locked in combat. Eric gasps for more air then speaks.*

EOM - It...it... it's not OUR fault!

Stank - Really? The Snitsky defense?

EOM - You're telling me you wouldn't...*huff*... have done the EXACT SAME THING...*huff*... if our posistions were... ... reversed?

*Stank glares at Eric O'Mac.*

EOM - It's RICK'S FAULT you're no longer tag team champions! Not mine!

*Stank considers Eric O'Mac's words then releases him. Eric slumps to the floor rubbing his throat. Stank looks down at him then turns to walk away, mumbling to himself.*

Stank - Fucking GM. I'll fucking kill him.

*Stank slams his fist sideways into a nearby locker, smashing the door in. He continues to walk a few more paces before he collapses in pain! Eric O'Mac raises the steel chair and SLAMS it down a second time onto Stank's leg with the bad knee. Fortunately Stank's knee brace absorbs the majority of the punishment, but it still hurts like hell. Stank rolls over to his side clutching at his knee. Eric produces a pair of brass knuckles and slips them on. He gets one punch in on Stank's knee before Moose shows up to run him off. Eric yells back down the hallway as he retreats.*

EOM - You can't fight fate, Stank!

*Moosehead Jack helps Stank to his feet as the camera fades.*

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*Fade in* as Eric has rejoined Bryce Larson and the Brass Knuckle Kings are ready to cut their first promo as World Tag Team Champions.

Bryce Larson: Man, just look at that card. It looks great.

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. Drink & Destroy

#1 Contender Best of Seven Series – Match 2[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians (1-0) vs. Texpress (0-1)

BL: That's why I love your brilliance, Eric. Texpress & the Hawaiians fighting for weeks on end just to get a tag team title shot, and you swoop in and get us a shot last night. If there's one thing I've learned from you--well, it's to win smarter. But if there's another one, it's that people in power are actually quite weak, and easy to manipulate. And to top it off, you damn near took out half of our competition when they go for their rematch!

Eric O'Mac: I learned from the best, Bryce. May family is full of people who taught me those exact lessons. And my Dad is throwing us a party, so we need to hurry.

BL: Alright. Fellas? Drop the BKK banner. Let's do this.

EOM looks ready to cut a promo as Jackson and Chen hold the OOWF World Tag Team Championships high behind the new champs for all the world to see.

EOM: You can't fight fate. It's a statement I just made earlier today, and one that I've always believed. And it's my fate to be a Grand Slam Champion here in the OOWF. And after I do it, it's my partner's fate as well. These belts are now home.

BL: Home? We've never had them before.

EOM: Yeah, but now they're home. It's like buying a new house. It quickly becomes home. The belts just bought a new, upgraded house, and it's home.

BL: That's right everybody, and we're putting each one of you on notice. We don't have visions of racking up eleven thousand reigns like Texpress or other teams around here, because that requires losing the belts eleven thousand times. I think we'll simply hold them as long as we want to and retire them as our championship belts. Seriously, Rick...you might as well start a tournament to crown the new Intercontiental Tag Team Champions, beacuse these belts aren't going anywhere...ever.

EOM: Well...

BL: What do you mean, "well..."?

EOM: I mean, they need to go on the plane with us, and travel to Venezuela.

BL: Well...yeah! I know that.

EOM: So they are going somewhere.

BL: Right. Okay. They're going places. Places they've never gone before. Because the Brass Knuckle Kings--Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson, we're taking these belts to new heights.

EOM: Late night talk shows, movie premiers, you name it. With me and my family's connections, there's no limit to the heights our reign can reach.

But know this. [Eric steps closer to the television.] I'm one step closer to that Grand Slam. One step. I created this opportunity, and I'll create another.

BL: And when it comes up, watch your back, beacuse if I can help him win it, I will. That's a promise.

EOM: Thanks partner. You know, you've still got a little briefcase that Darling bought you a while back after winning Imperial Onslaught.

BL: Shhhhhhh....

EOM: Element of surprise, I like that. You are learning.

BL: Now Drink & Destroy, we've already beaten your asses, but you seem to have "earned" a title shot. Fine. We'd love to knock one of you out again. The Texans & The Hawaiians? Have fun boys, you've got six matches against each other left just to get a shot at these titles.

EOM: Imagine that...seen weeks of hard work, just to lose to us!

BL: It's your honor, fellas!

EOM: Let's go celebrate this win in style, McMahon style!

BL: I'm down partner, let's get it done.

EOM: But first, Drink & Destroy?

BL: We make one promise...

EOM: You gon' git yours! That's right--

BL: --motherfucker! Gon' git yours!

Posse member Francois [in the background]: Show ze logo! Play ze muzik!



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[OOC: This happens during and immediately after the Trinity v. Darlings/LD match.]

Firewoman and Alexis continue to brawl backstage, with Sydney Wyld following trying to find a way to separate them. If this were WWE or even TNA sometimes, this would be a nice bit of eye candy, but instead this is OOWF and Firewoman and Alexis have too much history for it to be anything but a true fight. We hear the sounds of the bell and the crowd reaction from off screen, but apparently we are the only ones.

SW: Okay...that's it....I said THAT'S IT....the match is OVER! We're done!!

Alexis and Firewoman appear to disagree, or maybe they just don't hear her either, because they continue on with the brawling. Finally, Sydney decides the only way to stop this is to get in between them. Sydney obviously hasn't been around for a while though, and they continue to try and grab and punch at each other despite her being there. Finally she gets enough leverage that she is able to separate them a bit more. She pushes Alexis backward first.

SW: I said ENOUGH! The match is over! *She turns toward Firewoman* Alex said--

And that's all she gets out, because Firewoman gets her square in the jaw with a right hook, knocking her to the floor, and knocking Happy Deth Bat II out of her hands. Firewoman grabs it and stands over Sydney, pointing at her face while Sydney rubs her jaw.

FW: I SAID do NOT speak his name to me...EVER.

Sydney looks at her for a minute, then whips her legs around (a little technique we in Kenpo like to call Falling Heel) knocking Firewoman backwards. She lands flat on her back, still holding on to Happy Deth Bat II, as Sydney kicks her in the ribs a few times (rather than the groin, as in the video). It's been a while, but they still aren't at 100 percent. Firewoman doubles over. Fire regains her composure when Sydney stands over her, and raise's Happy Deth Bat II to Sydney's chin.

SW: I'm sorry....but I'm not the one you want to use that on, am I?

FW: Don't be so sure.

SW: Well, when you figure that much out, you know where to find us.

Sydney steps off to the side, and reaches her hand out to help Firewoman up. Firewoman smiles at her, and gets up on her own.

FW: No thanks. I didn't need you then. I don't need you now.

Firewoman walks towards Trinity's locker room, with Happy Deth Bat II. Alexis starts to follow, but Sydney holds out her arm, stopping her.

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CUT to The Crusher Stan Fulton walking slowly through the backstage area after Mayhem carrying the DDT belt over his shoulder. Former AWA announcer Lee Marshall runs up.

LM: "Stan Fulton. Do you have a minute?"

Fulton turns around and nods.

LM: "Stan, you just had a very physical match with The President. Any comments on the match or his post-match promo?"

SF: "Yes, Lee. I do have a few things to say. Prez, you claim I didn't beat you; that you just didn't put forth enough effort. Say whatever you want to get you through the night, Mark, but you and I both know that you gave everything you had in the ring and you just weren't good enough to beat me. I am too strong for you. And you didn't let anyone down as no one cares what you do.

"Don't feel bad though, you're new here and you got farther in this tournament than a lot of people thought. Plus, you're not that bright. You couldn't even get my catchprase right.

"Here's a piece of advice for ya, pal. Stop with the 'trying to save the OOWF' crap. It has been done by Crete and is being done by Trinity. It's hackneyed and long past achievable. There's no saving to be done here. It's the OOWF; it is what it is and you have to take what you want."

LM: "Now that you've advanced, you take on GFY's Chris Evans."

SF: "Contrary to his and Davin's belief, I'm still in the tournament. Both of them are overlooking the fact that Evans has to face me and Sparxx faces Stank. We're not going to roll over for GFY.

"Evans. I'm certainly not looking past you. Sunday night you'd better step into that ring prepared to give everything you have. But even then, you're not beating me. I've told everyone over and over that I am the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. And that's the God's-honest truth. You won't be going onto the finals later Sunday night. You're getting one match and then you can go shower.

"For you see, if you need to have someone motivate you when the biggest prize in the OOWF is on the line, you don't have what it takes. If Davin has to browbeat you to step up your game, you've already lost. Now make no mistake. You beat one of the greatest this sport has to offer. Five-time OOWF World Champion. Truly an icon in this business.

"But can you really know deep down in your soul if Davin gave everything to beat you? You know he wants to win this lil' bet he has with Alexander Darling. And he can't win by winning matches himself. It has to be his team. Did he let you win? Did he take it easy on you? Can you walk into your match with me having no doubts about your ability?

Fulton cocks his head to one side and shrugs, a-la Tony Soprano.

SF: "Your chance at the World Title? Fuggedaboutit."

LM: "Any last words regarding the pay-per-view, Crusher?"

SF: "Lee, I'd like to congratulate my partner, Stank, for making it to the semis. Good luck against Sparxx. He's very good.

"Rick, you screwed my friends out of the Tag Team titles. We won't forget. Eric and your pet myna bird, Bryce? Shine those belts up nice because as soon as this tournament is over, Moose and Stank will be taking them back. And then the three of us will take the Trios titles next month.

"Finally, to everyone in the back, on behalf of your new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion... enjoy the pain."

FADE

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Darius Prentiss and Charlotte Everstark are standing in front of a 90's style chain-link-fence-with-OOWF-logo-on-it interview space. SFJ# 812, unfortunately, has the microphone...

SFJ #812: Darius, you've had some hard losses since your first match. What are your thoughts?

Darius: No comment.

SFJ #812: No comment?

Darius: Find someone else to bother.

SFJ #812: This doesn't have anything to do with the last interview that we had, does it?

Darius: Die in a fire.

SFJ #812: That's pretty harsh, Darius. All I did was steal your wallet.

Darius: Bathe with a toaster.

SFJ #812: You're being really mature about this.

Darius: Slide ass-first down a razor blade into a vat of acid.

SFJ #812: Obviously, I'm not going to be able to work with you. I bid you good day, sir.

Darius: And I bid you receive an impromptu tracheotomy with a rusty tent peg.

(Darius walks off. The SFJ, disgusted, turns to Charlotte Everstark.)

SFJ #812: Charlotte, you're Darius's valet and manager. Do you have any comments about his losses?

Charlotte: Sugar, it's like this. Darius has had some tough breaks during his last few matches. He underestimated Stan Fulton's size. He didn't figure on D.H. Magnusson's temper pushin' him like it did. But you know what? He gave as good as he got. I guarantee that neither of those boys headed back to the lockers without feelin' it. Darius is new to the OOWF. He hasn't had much time to truly understand his opponents. He's a scientific fighter, if y'all can believe that.

SFJ #812: Scientific?

Charlotte: He looks for weakness. He preys on it.

SFJ #812: What are the weaknesses that he sees in his opponent at the End of Days Pay-Per-View, Alexis Darling?

Charlotte: If you think that I'm tellin' you, you're outta your mind. Darius knows what he's doing against Alexis. No amount of jumpin' around is gonna help when she's lying unconscious on the mat. Darius is, pound for pound, the greatest fighter of his generation. Y'all would be wise to learn that.

SFJ #812: Thank you.

Charlotte: Oh, hun? One more thing.

SFJ #812: Yes?

(Charlotte SLAPS SFJ #812 across the face! The SFJ screams for security, but before they get there Charlotte SLAMS her to the ground and is putting the boots to her!)

Charlotte: That's for stealin' my friend's wallet.

(Charlotte lifts her up and SMASHES her with a powerbomb!)

Charlotte: And THAT'S for the hassle he had to go through to get his cards cancelled from Suriname! Try it again, and I'll beat you so hard that red headed kids worldwide will be shakin' in fear for no apparent reason.

(Charlotte is escorted away by security as we fade...)

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CUT to Stan Fulton's locker room where he's watching OOWF-TV as he packs.

"How does one underestimate my size? Someone thinks I'm a 42-long and I'm hiding it?"

Fulton resumes packing as we FADE.

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<Moose walks into the GFY locker room where Davin is sitting talking on his cell>

DM: Hold on, let me call you back. <looks at Moose> Ever hear of knocking?

MHJ: Knock knock

DM: Fuck you. What do you want?

MHJ: Why are we teaming?

DM: Well, I assume because you pissed off Rick

MHJ: So he punishes me by making me team with you?

DM: Screw you, you should be honored teaming with the GOAT

MHJ: GOAT my ass

DM: Look at the title count

MHJ: I did, not bad, but guess who has just as many?

<Davin just looks at Moose.>

DM: Ok, so, who are we facing?

MHJ: You haven't looked?

DM: I have people that do that for me

MHJ: But........they obviously haven't........

DM: WILL YOU GET TO THE FUCKING POINT ALREADY

MHJ: Fine. We face The President and Psykle

DM: WHO?

MHJ: Two new kids?

DM: Why?

MHJ: I guess because I pissed off Rick, are you not even paying attention to your own promo?

<Davin looks at Moose then looks around>

DM: Ok, this makes no sense <getting to his feet, the OOWF banner drops behind him> MOONY GET OUT HERE!

<Moony walks out, clearly baked>

M: Like......wait......woah, why is HE here?

DM: Just hold the mic

M: Yeah, ummmm, ok......this is Moony and I am here with Davin Moreland, the Greatest of All Time, he is a former fou.......uh five? time world champion, and has done........like a lot of other.........

DM: How high are you?

M: Higher than I have ever been in my motherfucking life

DM: <shakes his head> Just stand there and hold the mic. Rick! I don't know what you are trying to pull here. GFY is a golden success in the OOWF, we have half our team in the Invitational finals.......

MHJ: You know, Fulton and Stank are there too, we kind of all run together

DM.......what? Shut up Moose, I am promoing here. Anyway.........SHIT! Moony how high ARE you? Is this a contact buzz?

<Davin seems to get lost in thought for a moment, then looks at the camera?>

DM: Psykle and President......we are going to hit you so hard........we are going to hit you really hard........cock a doodle doo and such

<Davin wanders over to the couch and sits down>

M: Woah, like that was...........you usually yell more

DM: I would kill for a brownie right now.

M: Awwwwwwww hell yeah! A brownie! Duuuuuude we HAVE to get some. Hey Moose, do you know where they keep the brownies?

<Moose just shakes his head and walks off>

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~~ Fade into The OOLD SchOOL OOWF Banner. "God Blessed Texas" Fires up; Zane and Chad walk in, OOWF Campeonas de Trios belts around their waists (of course), both holding 1-liter bottles of Aquafina with the labels convienently facing the camera ~~

Chad: (slow clapping) COngratulations Eric, Bryce. You 'tricked' Rick into giving you a Championship Opportunity. Not tough at all.

You beat Moose & Stank. Tougher, but by no means an upset.

You now wear the Championships.

Zane: Ask yourselves this. When Rick put Kai, Aina and us into this Best-of-7 Series, why did it NOT include you instead?

You simply don't Measure Up

You are stopgap champions. Who holds the OOWF World Tag Team Championships until this series is over is irrelevant. You, Drink & Destroy, Quinn & Mann, whomever it may be, are simply treading water with them. The winner of this series isn't just getting a shot at them, they are entrenched as the Number 1 contenders, and will be a thorn in the Champions side for a long time. The odds won't be in the Champion's favor.

Chad: Kai, Aina Good win. You can put yourselves on the short list of teams with clean wins over us.

What do we do next? We train even harder, prepare more intensely and will be ready to even things up on Sunday.

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Matt Folz's lockerroom. The ninja cams picking up the OOWF Intercontinental Champ sitting in front of a tv, shaking his head, picking up his TIVO remote, rewinding, shaking his head, rewinding, etc as Hayden Panettiere walks in.

HP: Hey, pilot called, plane's ready whenever you want to leave.

Folz dosen't respond, not even seeming to notice Hayden in the room.

HP: Matt?

Folz continues to watch whatever it is he's engrossed in.

HP: Matt??

Again, no response.

HP: MATT!

MF (finally looking up): How the fuck did he hit that?

HP: What?

MF: A Pretty Good Diamond Cutter leaping off the second rope? How the FUCK did he hit that? I mean the timing of that is.....damn impressive.

HP: Luck? Forget about it, come on, let's get to the airport.

MF(Shaking head): Grab a mic.

HP: Now?

MF: Right now. Hell, I'm sure the ninja cams have already taped most of this anyway, might as well make this official.

Hayden shrugs and grabs a mic.

HP: I'm Hayden Panettiere here with OOWF Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz. Matt, you clearly have some thoughts about last night's match?

MF: I make no excuses, as hard as it is for me to admit it, JP Sparxx was the better man in that ring last night. It wasn't luck. He beat me straight up, no tricks, no interference, no low blows. I didnt think in a million years he could have done it, so I congratulate him. That was one hell of a match and I look forward to facing him again somewhere down the road.

HP: What are your predictions for the rest of the tournament?

MF (laughs): Well, Hayden, my prediction to win the tournament got eliminated last night, so take what I say here with a grain of salt. But I'll tell you this, as a wrestling fan, I'm really looking forward to see how this ends up. I've been in the ring against all 4 of these guys and can tell you this is a damn good final 4. But if you put a gun to my head.......as much as I hate saying this, because I know Moreland will gloat about this like he had something to do with it...........I'd say Evans over Sparxx in the finals.

HP: Wow, really?

MF: If Stank's knee was fully healthy, he'd be my pick to win this whole thing, but it's not, so I think that'll give Sparxx the advantage. And in the other semifinal, no disrespect to my former tag team partner, I just think Evans is on too much of a roll right now.

HP: Moving on, this Sunday at End of Days, you defend your championship against Firewoman and DH Magnusson in a triple threat match, your thoughts?

MF: I rarely complain about our General Manager, but I have a huge problem with him.

HP: About the match?

MF: Yes and no. I hate triple threat matches, I'd much prefer an oldschool ECW 3-way dance where there are two decisions, but my main problem is not as an OOWF competitor, but as a movie fan: WHO THE FUCK SCHEDULES A PAY PER VIEW ON FUCKING OSCAR NIGHT?!! I've waited years to see one of my favorites, Natalie Portman, win an Oscar, and during the time she's giving her speech, I'll be in the ring, dammit.

HP (Rolling eyes): Do you have any thoughts on the actual match?

MF: No disrespect to Fire, but I do wish this was just me against Mags straight up, I owe him an asskicking. I haven't forgot nor have I forgiven him for what he did to me last week.

HP: Anything else?

MF: Nope, let's head to the airport.

Fade

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The scene opens on Noelani, dancing a sort of hula in a flowery, small dress wearing a lei. The camera begins to zoom out and we see her legs are not moving. The camera pans down and out some more and we begin to see the figures of Kai and Aina standing aside her, yet below her on what we now see is a ladder.

The camera zooms out fully to show the entire ladder, with Noelani dancing as she straddles the top with Kai and Aina standing perfectly still on either side of her, perfectly still like centurion guards with one foot on the rung above the other

Finally, Noelani stops dancing. She slowly removes her lei and holds it out in front of her.

N: We lead, and we're going to the top.

K: Hana Hou!

N: Come get us, Texpress. If you can.

A: Pomaika`i

K: Aloha `oe

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams walks out of the trainer’s room and is immediately approached by SFJ#47/**

SFJ#47: “L.D.! That was a brutal match. Are you okay?”

LDW: “Okay might be a stretch, but I’ll live.”

SFJ#47: “Sunday night you’ll get a chance for revenge. You‘re facing Tytan one-on-one.”

LDW: “End of Days…fitting name, don’t you think?. Tytan, we could go round and round about right and wrong, heroes and villains, Trinity, the Five, Fire, Eco, the list goes on. Forget all that. Lets get straight to the heart of the matter. You and I have our reasons for wanting to get in the ring Sunday night, and they have nothing to do with a Helevator on a shovel.

I’m not nice guy, Tytan. I don’t make friends easily. To have to - to SIT there in that locker room and watch my sister in all but blood make out a will before getting in the ring with you, to stand backstage and do NOTHING, watching what you did to her, unable to help because I gave her my word…There are no words to express that. Fire’s return, her forgiveness, Ecosystem’s plan, Trinity, it changes nothing. I’ve waited for my opportunity and Sunday night, vengeance is mine.

How about your reasons? Yeah, I know what they are. I get it. You’re after the one thing you haven’t been able to achieve here. Not titles, not main events, and certainly not Eco’s vision. No, you’re after respect. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? You want more. You want to be the one people challenge in order to prove themselves. You want to be the one they turn to for advice. You want your position and influence to be a given. You want to be, If I can Davin Moreland this, me

But reality is setting in, isn’t it? I can hear it in your voice. You have the talent. You have the drive. But no matter how many times you change your gimmick or your allies, you just can’t get there - and it’s eating you alive. You need to do something, and taking me out seems to be the logical next step. I have to tell you, better men than you have tried, and I didn’t loath them nearly as much as I do you.

End of Days, Tytan. My need for vengeance. Your need for recognition. One of us will be disappointed. It won’t be me.”

[BookerShark]

C'MON MAN!

*The fans in Catia La Mar, Venezuela start booing as one half of the tag team champions, Eric O'Mac walks out to the ring during the "End of Days 7 Fan ACCESS." Eric, sporting his tag team championship around his waist, noticeably is walking out to a more serious and somber mood. It's also worth noting that he came out to his singles competition music and not his more recent Brass Knuckles Kings tag music. Eric gets in the ring, removes his sunglasses, and commands a microphone.*

Eric: If I could be serious for a moment...

*The fans boo...*

Eric:...and no, that wasn't me trying to rip off Lance Storm. There are a lot of different guys I'm going to rip off before I get to him, believe me.

*More boos, but they start to quiet down as Eric begins to talk.*

Eric: This is me being serious. This isn't Eric O'Mac. This isn't the Sports Entertainment God. This isn't your party host, the All Night, Every Night Delight. No, this right here, is a shoot. This is the guy who grew up as Eric Matthews, not knowing who is father was until he turned 18. This is from a guy who had to work his way through school, a guy who had to beg his birth father to let him come close to the business he loved so much. A guy who had to slum it in Puerto Rico for three years of his life before finding life in the OOWF. So, while I know you all hate me and my character, please give me a moment to reflect, not as a character, but as the actor behind the character.

*The fans grow silent as Eric begins to speak.*

Eric: You see, I've won championships before. I held the Onslaught Championship, and I helped make the title great. I held the World Championship, and even though my reign wasn't as long as I'd like, my name is in the history books as a former World Champion.

But you see, this championship? This is the first championship that I had to truly work hard to get recognized for. This is the first time I had to work my way from jobbing to the legendary Ravenna Blue, taking a chance on a kid who needed guidance in order to become successful. The gamble paid off. And now, I am a World Tag Team Champion.

It's almost surreal to say that. It's unthinkable. When I think of the legendary tag teams to hold this championship...3 Piece Set. Weapon X. Team Aquafina. The Chickenshit Heels. The Team From Down Under. The original Drink and Destroy... so many great teams in this company's history. I am honored to be included in that group. And I just want to say that all of those teams - the teams whose legacy I need to live up to....they can all....

KISS MY ASS!

*The crowd starts to heavily boo as Eric continues to ramble on.*

Eric: You see, it wasn't the legacy of the other teams that I respect. It wasn't the hard work and dedication that got me there. It's the fact that not a single damn soul in this company expected me to be here, holding the gold. Everyone said, "Oh, it's Eric, he'll be here, and in 2 weeks, he'll be gone again."

Two words for all of you - FUCK OFF!

No, the championships are mine because of ME. Because of BRYCE. Because we weren't going to pussyfoot around and wait for our opportunity, we fucking stepped up and TOOK IT.

So, you want a fucking shoot promo? Here's your fucking shoot on the tag team division in the OOWF. The Flying Hawaiians? Forever riding Poe's coattails - will never recapture what Poe started. Don't get me wrong, you are one of the top four tag teams in the OOWF...but don't take that as a compliment when you realize how many tag teams are actually IN the OOWF.

Stan Fulton? If I felt like anyone in this company actually would piss on him if he was on fire, I'd start to listen to his rambling incoherence. Unfortunetly, I can understand DDT more than Fulton, because Fulton's tongue is so fucking big, the only sound he makes is "NOM NOM NOM!" I don't have a dog in the finals, but if Stan Fulton ends up representing the OOWF as World Champion, I may tamper with the kool-aid at catering, just so we can all go to a much better place.

Texpress? Let's just fucking say I liked you better when you wore masks and had capes and acted like superheroes. You want to know the real reason the Brass Knuckle Kings weren't included in a best of seven? Because, unlike the four jackasses in the Best of Seven, I actually got out of the first round of the OOWF Invitational. You want to say I don't measure up? We don't measure up? That's fine. We're wearing the gold now. Looks like we measure up to me. But if that's not good enough, look at our record? five wins vs. one loss. Sure, we haven't been teaming as long as the other teams here...but we have had just as much success as you had when you had been a team for two months.

But that's fine. Keep underestimating us. You can keep telling us how much we suck. Because we're nothing but a fucking joke, right? Right?

You can make the same mistakes Drink and Destroy made. You see, our esteemed opponents this week decided to refer to us as wannabes and a joke. Well, who is laughing now, assclowns?

And just in case you didn't understand that, let me make it real clear....HA!!!

*Massive heat coming in from the crowd, now.*

Eric: You downplayed us. You said we were jokes. You didn't take us seriously. And then you lost. So, I guess if we're jokes, and you lost to us, what the hell does that make you?

So, Drink and Destroy, I don't want to fucking hear it from you, this week. I don't want to hear you complain about how you look weak. I don't want to hear you complain about all the shit we did that was illegal. Because for every thing that me and Bryce do that is terrible - and we've done some terrible things - in the end, we took the new Drink and Destroy seriously, when they didn't take us seriously...and look what happened.

So, D&D...you get the Brass Knuckles King this Sunday. You want to take us seriously? Or are we fucking jokes, still? Are we still wannabes? The only wannabe I was last Wednesday was "I wannabe Tag Team Champion."

I suggest you take us seriously. I suggest the entire tag team division take su seriously. We are no transitional champions. We aren't placeholders. We're the real fucking deal. And the sooner everyone realizes that, the easier it'll be when we fucking beat you. Because at least then, you will know you are being defeated by true tag team champions, tag team GODS, if you will - instead of the fucking jokes you made us out to be.

Like I said - win or lose, we always get the last laugh. And long, long after our tag team title reign is over, all of those legendary teams I mentioned? They'll be forgotten...and the only name that will matter are the Kings - the Brass Knuckle Kings.

So, Drink and Destroy, Texpress, Flyin Hawaiians, Stan Fulton and his body fat....you want some? You gon' get yours. You can't fight fate..because my name is Eric O'Mac. His name is Bryce Larson. Time for you to bow to your new Tag Team Kings.

*Brass Knuckle Kings blares over the loudspeaker as the fans start to trash the ring. Eric slips his trademark sunglasses on and walks out of the ring, big grin the entire way as we fade out...*

[BookerShark]

*Destroyatorium*

Alexander is sitting in one of the back booths with his sister Spencer and her girlfriend Ashley enjoying a few cocktails. They seem to be having a relaxing night which can be rare in OOWF circles but there's always that powder keg just seconds away from exploding. Spencer looks across the booth to the space next to Alex and sees the leather strap.

Spencer: Did you have to bring that?[/b]

Alexander: What?

Spencer: The strap. It's like inviting trouble carrying that around.

Alexander: I'm sorry I didn't think it'd be a big deal.

Ashley: Then why did you bring it?

Alexander: I'm trying to get my mind clear for Sunday.

Spencer: And you think bringing that everywhere will help?

Alexander: Here's what I know. Muyo and I both brought the same weapon to the street fight this week. That has to mean something. I mean, why did I bring a strap when I had both the baseball bat and sledge hammer in the locker room. Why did Juni bring a strap when there are probably so many more choices in the locker room?

Ashley: You really think there's a deeper meaning to both of you bringing straps to the match rather than just pure coincidence?

Spencer: She's right Xand. There's nothing deeper here, you both just so happened to bring the same weapon. It happens.

Alexander: Maybe, but I just think there's something else behind it.

Spencer: There isn't.

Alexander: I guess...

The three continue to enjoy their drinks for a few more minutes. Small talk occurs between the three before Alexander looks at the strap once again and picks it up. Spencer rolls her eyes for a moment...

Spencer: Something on your mind Xand?

Alexander: Straps like these used to be for the purpose of keeping slaves and peasants in line. Such a simple tool to force someone to bend to your will and yet they've been used for hundreds of years against tons of people. Muyo talks about class and intelligence because he came from nothing and wants everything while I had everything and don't take advantage of it. It really does baffle me sometimes how people don't get me.

Ashley: The people who matter get you Alex. Your family; your friends...they get you and if the rest don't, that's on them.

Alexander: I get that Ash. I do, but I've worked hard to become the man I am now and it pains me for people not to realize the struggles I've gone through to get here. Like just because my last name is Darling, that I haven't worked hard a day in my life. That just because my family has money and I've had certain benefits in my upbringing means I don't push myself to be more than I am.

Spencer: Xand, anyone who says that doesn't know you or care to know you. Don't let it get to to you.

Alexander: But that's the thing Spence. Maybe it's time I start acting like everyone else around here. I can get my qualifications laminated and passed around the locker room. I can talk about how many titles I've won. How even with the lifestyle I led, I still graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA and could have gone to any college in the country. How I've made a success of my life even with certain people working against me every step of the way.

Spencer: But no one wants you to become that person. The OOWF has enough people acting like douches and morons. You're better than that and you're better than them. And the best thing about it is you don't have to shout it from the rooftops like they do. It just is.

Alexander: You might be right, but it doesn't change the fact that on Sunday, Juni and I are going to end this once and for all. This strap and two simple words. He can talk about class issues. He can extol his intelligence. He can do all that and speak of saving the soul of the OOWF, but on Sunday, I'm only going to hear two words from you Muyo. I QUIT. Everything else you've said, everything you've tried to do...it will all fall apart because the world will see just how weak a man you truly are. Because say what you want about me. Talk about my spoiled upbringing. Talk about the silver spoon I was born with and it won't change the very simple fact. I will NEVER say I Quit to Junichiro Muyo because quite simply you aren't man enough to get me to say it. I am Alexander Darling, and this Sunday, once and for all, you will realize you are not.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is walking with Jewel through the hallways of whatever the arena is called. SFJ April approaches them.

Jewel: Who da hell are you?

J-PS: Relax baby, dis is April. She a'ight.

Jewel steps to April.

Jewel: Make it quick. Don't make me cut'choo.

SFJA: I won't make you cut me. Trust me.

J-PS: You want an interview?

SFJA: If you don't mind.

J-PS: Go for it.

J-P's pormo screen drops in behind them.

SFJA: J-P Sparxx, you defeated reigning Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz to advance to the semifinals of the OOWF Invitational vs. Stank...

J-PS: Ol' Matty Folz, I told ja. I told da world! I'm two away, count 'em, two. Away.

J-P and Jewel both hold up two fingers like a peace sign.

J-PS: Now, The Spark, the TRUE Intercontsonent Champion has Stank. Big ol' Stank. Big Ol' Tub a Goo, Stank. Stank, ya bag a Play-D'oh, you been 'round, dawg. You a former champ. I respect dat, knowwhatI'msayin'? But'cha know what?

J-P lowers his sunglasses.

J-PS: You in ma way, son. An' ya ain't yaself, are ya? Got yourself a bum knee don'tcha? Guess what PopandFresh?

J-P dramatically circles one arm to clap his hands together, much like the Florida Gator Chomp.

J-P: I'll even call ma spot. I'ma go LowGator on yo fat ass! You'll be tapping dose sausage fingers on the mat like a woodpeckah son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Tap Tap Tap Peck Peck Peck.

J-P puts his shades back on.

J-P: Den it's on to da finals. Probably against Pussyheart, 'cuz while he ain't as good as me, he GFY an' we da best thing goin' today. Bank it. The Spark's gon' git'cha ol' man. An' I'll rip dat knee right out if I gots ta. Deuces, bitch.

J-P flashes the peace sign as he walks off. Jewel puts her hand in April's face and follows J-P.

[BookerShark]

*Stank finishes watching J-P Sparxx promo on a monitor. SFJ#5 approaches with a mic.*

Stank - Wow. Fat jokes. How original. Reminds me of someone. I don't want too say to much about who I'm going to kill at End of Days since he didn't say anything worth a damn about me.

*Stank turns to SFJ#5*

Stank - Listen, I have a lot on my plate. I wasn't allowed to defend the Tag Team Championships with my tag team partner, Moose. Moose is the toughest sonofabitch alive but even he had no chance overcoming the deck stacked against him this past Mayhem. Rick... I can not express enough my disappointment in the decision you made. I was content staying out of the crossfire between you and Moose, but got hit anyway. So now... you know what? Wait a second... can we rewind this tape

*Stank points at the monitor where he watched Sparxx promo*

SFJ#5 - I thought you weren't going to say anything about him?

Stank - Changed my mind. Just have the monkeys in the truck rewind the footage.

*The promo on the monitor rewinds.*

Stank - Okay stop.

J-PS: You in ma way, son. An' ya ain't yaself, are ya? Got yourself a bum knee don'tcha? Guess what PopandFresh?

J-P dramatically circles one arm to clap his hands together, much like the Florida Gator Chomp.

J-P: I'll even call ma spot. I'ma go LowGator on yo fat ass! You'll be tapping dose sausage fingers on the mat like a woodpeckah son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Tap Tap Tap Peck Peck Peck.

*The camera does a slow push toward Stank's face as he turns toward it.*

Stank - Sparxx? Sparxx? Do you have ANY idea who the fuck you're talking to? Do you THINK that this fucking knee BOTHERS me? That I'm afraid of what you might do to it? Do you even know HOW this shit right here happened to me? Well the real trouble started with your boy Davin Moreland. You see a long time ago he decided he would make a name for himself by trying to end my career. He locked my knee in a sharpshooter and I've worn a brace to the ring ever since. My knee never was right after that, but my career... was just fine. He and I battled each other seems like a thousand times since then and he would be the first to tell you I gave as much he did and I'm still standing.

Recently, Firewoman took a wrench to my knee aggravating the old injury, yet here I stand in the final four of an Invitational which I've won before. My knee hurts, but it doesn't bother me. I've won championships with a fucked up knee. The brace isn't exactly a secret. It's not like others haven't tried to exploit it, but here's the thing... who the fuck are you? You think anyone you've faced so far has prepared you for me? Do you actually think living in Moreland's reflected glory is enough to get you past me? You already talk of competing against Chris Evans for the world title? A title that none of you left in this tournament have held? Except me... and I reigned with it for longer than anyone else.

You... dare... to look past ME?

At least Evans beat a former world champion to get this far. Who the fuck have you beaten, child?

Boy you are in for a world of hurt. I'm going to fuck you up so bad your health insurance won't cover it. Ask former 2 time OOWF World Champion Niles Anderson what happened to him when he looked past me. Ask Dynamite Danny Taylor if my knee gave me any trouble when I made him tap out. Ask Johnny Adrenaline. Ask your boy Davin if you should look past me. Ask somebody... because you obviously don't know who you are fucking with.

I will give you this child... you do have some balls. Most folks around here don't bother to promo against me because they have the decency to know when to be afraid... so... you have that going for you... I guess.

Not that it's going to do you a lick of good at End of Days.

Keep dreaming big child and when you're ready to speak to me as a man I'll entertain the idea of treating you as one... dawg.

Finally, congratulations Crusher for making it to the final four. Should we be the final two... remember what I taught you... graciousness in defeat.

*Stank's wry grin shows Stan Fulton that he is kidding as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is in the GFY Gym. He's not working out though. He just finished watching Stank's promo.

J-PS: R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what it means to me. Wanna know what it means to me Stank? It means nuthin' son. I told you I respected you, but it doesn't mean I'ma scared a ya, knowwhatI'msayin'? Any large man can come inta a wrestling ring, toss people 'round and call demselves great. The WWE is full of 'em. I'll give ya your due. Ev'rythin' you said is correct. You a former champ. You a future Hall of Famer I suppose. But I'm s'possed ta be scared a ya??

Ya think anyone's respected ME? Hell no. Only Davs has ever shown me one bit a respect 'round here, knowwhatI'msayin'? I talk funny. It's da way I talk...DAWG. All I evah see in promos is 'bout how big a joke The Spark is or how they gon' whip my ass, put me in ma place. Guess what? No one's done it, ha dey? You started somewhere big man. I'm guessin' at da bottom like ev'ryone else, knowwhatI'msayin'? How long did it take YOU ta get where I am? I gots a lot ta learn, dat's why I'm wit Davs. But I'm learnin'. A' I'm learnin' fast. So take all dis lack of respect respect talk an' shuv it up yo ass DAWG. Ya want me ta talk at'choo like a man. Fine. Here it is. I'ma come at you hard and fast an' we'll see how great you really are. An' den...

J-P lowers his shades.

J-PS: You'll see how great I am. Ya feel me? The Spark's gon' git'cha Stanky Boy. Count your past glories as ya count da lights. Yur lookin' at da New Mr. Pay-Per-View in dis joint. Respect dat. Deuces.

[BookerShark]

As Stank's promo ends, The Crusher Stan Fulton walks into frame, smiling. Fulton offers Stank his hand.

SF: "No holding back, friend. One of us will wear that gold, Sunday night. Then we start showing Rick he can't mess with you and Moose."

Stank shakes Fulton's hand.

Stank: "Damn straight."

SF: "So you think the three of us should have a name or somethin'?"

Stank gives Fulton a look as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

*Davin and Moose are going over strategy for their upcoming tag match at End of Days...at the local watering hole. Even Hugo Chavez lets the people watch OOWF-TV. They catch Stank's and Sparxx' promo. Also, "Greensleeves" is randomly playing in the background*

MHJ: I love this song.

DM: What song?

MHJ: GREENSLEEVES WAS ALL MY JOY-

DM: Ok, ok, we get it. It's like the Barry Manilow thing. LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT-

MHJ: I'm pretty sure it was a different Barry Manilow song.

DM: HER NAME WAS LOLA...SHE WAS A SHOWGIRL...

MHJ: Nope.

DM: OHHHHHH SAMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-

MHJ: Ok, that shit's gonna make me puke.

DM: Fine. Did you see the promos?

MHJ: What promos?

DM: The ones that were just on?

MHJ: Yes.

DM: Ok.

MHJ: I'm pretty sure I did.

DM: Well, it looks like Lucas With The Lid Off finally has a dance partner for a change.

MHJ: Whatever bubbles, bubbles up.

DM: Very true.

MHJ: Sparxx can be a real pain in the ass.

DM: Squeaky wheel, Moose. Hell, I didn't even have to teach him that. He's a natural talent. We'll be dealing with him for a long, long time. And I'm pretty sure Stank knows that. He had a great line.

Originally posted by Sparky
Count your past glories as ya count da lights. Yur lookin' at da New Mr. Pay-Per-View in dis joint.

MHJ: Do you know the way to San Jose?

DM: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaaaaaaa

MHJ: So you want to talk about our match?

DM: Why are we supposed to care about this match again?

MHJ: Pay-per-view check?

DM: JUST GOT PAID...FRIDAY NIGHT...HOLLY HUNTER....FEELIN' RIGHT!!!

MHJ: Wow.

DM: I know.

MHJ: So?

DM: I think we already did our due diligence.

MHJ: I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard?

DM: Sure, why not? They've been here for 5 minutes. I can't cut a decent promo with no material.

MHJ: CUTS LIKE A KNIFE....AND IT FEELS SO RIIIIIIIIIIGHT

DM: Bryan Adams?

MHJ: Barry Manilow.

DM: Touche.

MHJ: We gonna win?

DM: Probably, but that's why we get nice downside guarantees.

MHJ: I love my new contract.

DM: Remember when we had meaningful PPV matches?

MHJ: Do you remember last month?

DM: DO YOU REMEMBER.....THE 21ST NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER-

MHJ: I REMEMBER WHEN ROCK WAS YOUNG...ME AND SUSIE HAVIN SO MUCH FUN-

DM: People are staring.

MHJ: PEOPLE GET READY...THERE'S A TRAIN A-COMIN'...

DM: We should probably go.

MHJ: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AM EVERYDAY PEOPLE-

DM: We should definitely go.

MHJ: Yeah, good idea.

*They leave, and the patrons are in stunned silence for a good 20 seconds before they resume their activities*

[BookerShark]

Fire is SITTING in Trinity's locker room, concentrating very intently on something. She appears to have a set of tweezers in her hand. Her concentration is intense, and from the look on her face, she appears to be completely focused, yet completely detached from whatever job is at hand. You would think she wouldn't hear Ecosystem coming up behind her, but she of course does. She doesn't take her eyes or concentration away from whatever it is she's doing.

Eco: Dammit....

FW: What. *without looking up*

Eco: Nothing it's....OOWF-TV was left on.

FW: Yep.

Eco: So.....did you hear--

FW: Yeah, lots of chit chat this week. Folz doesn't want me to interfere in his issues with D.H. Moose and Davin are singing bad karoake. Lots of stuff.

Eco: LD said--

FW: Yeah, he did.

Eco: And what does that make you feel?

FW: It doesn't.

Eco: No?

FW: No.

Eco: Interesting.

Fire keeps working, never having looked up once.

Eco: I just....well, I thought in terms of 'matches' that you and LD would have been a better one than you and my opponent Sunday.

FW: Maybe.

Another uncomfortable silence follows, with Fire still never having looked up from her task. Ecosystem, cranes his neck around and starts to look at exactly what it is she is doing.

Eco: What are you doing?

FW: Let me ask you....why did you choose me?

Eco: Huh?

FW: I'll answer. There are plenty of people with my talent. There are even women out there hotter than me. But you chose me to be your right hand, as you chose Tytan to be your left.

Eco nods, as Fire continues her work, not looking up.

FW: Now, it's easy to see why you chose Tytan. He'll do whatever you ask him, as long as you don't give him too much time to think about it. But you chose me because of what I'm doing right now.

Eco: Which is...

FW: Disassociating. I learned at a very young age that when the bad men came, to set my mind aside, focus on something else. Go somewhere else in your brain, so you could do what had to be done, and still deal with the world. For some folks, they get lost, so they get multiple personalities. Not me. I just eventually got rid of that personality that gave a damn what happened to me or what influence I had on others.

It's what impressed the families in New York, and then in Philly. It's what made the Yamaguchi-gumi over look the fact that I was gaijin, and a female one at that. It's what made me able to do what you asked me to do...everything, even the ones I resisted.

Eco: You know...I think you're right.

FW: Horrible things that I could do without a hint of emotion, compassion, guilt....none of it.

Eco: So.....what are you doing now?

FW: Preparing for Sunday.

Eco: Oh?

FW: First I'm going to win the Intercontinental title while DH and Folz are busy looking past me. And then...

Eco: Then?

FW: It's the End of Days, Sensei. The end of an era at OOWF. Salvation time.

Eco: Oh. And you'll be using that?

The camera pans back to see that Fire has been using the tweezers to pick debris from between the nails of Happy Deth Bat II

FW: Oh yes. This is crucial to the achievement of our final victory, Sensei, don't you think?

Eco: I like it...but that doesn't answer my question about what you are doing.

FW: Oh...I'm cleaning it...there are all these bits in there.

Eco: Bits of....

FW: Moose. His jacket...his flesh. Pretty sure neither of us want me to think too much about it.

Eco: Oh.......

Firewoman appears to have finished and gives Happy Deth Bat II another over all look, very intently, observing every detail. She douses it in rubbing alcohol and the sets it on fire. As it flares up she stares at it, not flinching at the flames despite their proximity to her face. Before the wood of the bat can catch, she douses it in a bucket of water next to her. While it cools, she stands and nonchalantly wipes the "debris" as she called it off her legs and then turns and looks at Ecosystem, finally.

FW: There. Nice. Purified. So....Sunday?

Eco: *nodding slowly* Sunday.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in* as Bryce Larson is walking down a random hallway (with no encounters) when he encounters (so much for that) a sexy female journalist.

SFJ: Bryce Larson, I want to get comments from you about your partner's shocking promo.

BL: Really? What shocking promo?

SFJ: Well, the promo where he shoots on the entire tag team division, alone without you--

BL: --right, I'm aware of it. I was aware of it before it happened. But you said a shocking promo. I wasn't aware of Eric cutting any shocking promos.

SFJ: Well, I thought you'd find it shocking, since he's your partner and he did that without you, even using his own entrance music. Did he clear that with you?

BL: Clear that with ME? Why in the fuck would he do that?

SFJ: Well, you're partners and he--

BL: Yes, we're partners. Two individuals on a team. So we may wear matching tights, but that's for marketability. We're the most talked about tag team in the history of this company, and we've barely just gotten started. Eric and I have individual accomplishments as well, and individual goals. Teaming helped each of us accomplish an individual goal of wearing tag team gold. We're going to break records as a tag team, you wait and see. We'll go down as the greatest tag team in the history of this and any other wrestling organization. And we're both going to add some significant individual accomplishments to our resumes as well.

SFJ: But wouldn't you want to be a part of that promo?

BL: It was Eric's promo. You see, people have doubted him far longer than they doubted me, because he's been here longer. He wanted to get some stuff off of his chest. So, no, I didn't want to be a part of that, it's not fair to him.

SFJ: So he did clear it with you?

BL: What the hell is wrong with you? I mean, [removes sunglasses] you've got a great set of tits, and a great ass. But you're obviously dense. I already told you I was aware of it, but Eric doesn't have to clear shit with me. And I don't have to clear shit with him. We're lucky to have each other. And in all honesty, I'm the luckier of the two, because he's got the better resume. He could have teamed with anyone, but he picked me. For a reason.

SFJ: Are you two on the same page?

BL: What is this, a project for "Hard-hitting Journalism 101"? Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you...what's your name?

SFJ: Monica. Tewliwitsky. [OOC: As in baseball player Troy. I have no clue how it's really spelled, but you get the idea.]

BL: Well that's unfortunate. Monica, understand this. I am learning from Eric. Everyday. He saw something in me. Just like Alexander Darling, Davin Moreland, Concrete TG and Ecosystem before him. Four legends all wanted to take and mold me before Eric did. But his guidance has been the best--by far. When you see him go out there and cut a promo, you're watching a master at work. That's how he got us this title shot, and we took full advantage of it. If he wants to cut a promo, great. Watch and learn, because I am.

Monica: You haven't answered the question.

BL: Look tits and ass, we're more than on the same page. We're rewriting the damn book, bitch. The Brass Knuckle Kings aren't following in anyone's footsteps, we're making out own path, showing everyone how it's done. Eric will always be Eric, and Bryce will always be Bryce. But when you combine what we both have to offer, The Brass Knuckle Kings are unstoppable. Un-fucking-stoppable. We'll dominate until we decide we don't want to dominate anymore. And that's not happening any time soon.

Monica: Well what--

BL: Did you get that? Good! [Leans in towards the camera.] Production team? Show the logo...play the music.



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[BookerShark]

Inside the DESTROYITARIUM, D.H. Magnusson is SITTING~! at the bar, as "Dashing" Victor DeNiro pours drinks.

DVD: You know, they won't send a journalist in here to talk to you after last week.

DHM: Makes sense. Blew my lid a touch.

DVD: A touch? You broke his nose. For doing his job.

DHM: It wasn't a good time to get in my face.

DVD: And Folz?

Looks up at DVD

DHM: Where is it?

DVD: Where is what?

DHM: The camera.

DVD nods in the direction of a Not-Quite-Ninja Cameraman seated at the end of the bar. DHM waves his closer

DHM: Folz....Hate I did it, and you got a receipt due, but at least it woke you the hell up. All you been doin' for weeks now is bitchin' and moanin' about the lack of respect bein' showed to you, and about how no one cares about you bein' the IC champ...An' now you're ready an' frothin' at the mouth to get a little payback on me? Good. It's about time you woke th' hell up. All the talent in the world, an' you wanted to do was talk about how you got all th' world...I'm glad y'finally feel like provin' it.

DHM: Me an' you...we'll settle up down th' road - I owe ya that one, and you'll get it - but for now you got your head back in th' game. And if y'don't keep it there come Sunday, I'll take if off your damned shoulders for you.

DVD: And Firewo-

DHM: Lisa. She ain't Firewoman.

DVD: Am I missing something?

DHM: Ain't nothing else to call her. She ain't Firewoman. I knew Firewoman. Me an' Fire, we were tight. Firewoman never backed down off a thing in her life. Firewoman wouldn't put her faith in anything that wasn't her, nevermind get led around by it. So that ain't Fire. An' it sure as hell ain't my pal Sparky...that woman been gone for over a year. Hell, as much as I can't stand that piece of trash Jack, even his sister wouldn't let someone call th' shots for her. So she ain't a Quinn, either. She ain't a Quinn, she ain't Firewoman, she sure a hell ain't Sparky...so Lisa.

DVD: Well, that might cover my next question about being in the ring with her.

DHM: Y'mean th' part where you wanna know if my head is in it with her there? Lemme make somethin' real clear: Whether it would be Firewoman, or Sparky, or th' Quinn Sister or whatever - she still held the big belt. She's still one of th' biggest threats in this company. I ain't lookin' past her, and if he's got brain one in his head, neither is Folz.

DVD: Then you're focused.

DHM: I'm focused. Just like Danny is focused. Just like Jack is focused. Just like you're focused. Been enough goin' on, people lose sight of things. I been workin' with Alex, I been a Boardwalk Saint with Lexie. I been runnin' on my own...But through each an' every bit of that. I been Drink an' Destroy. Jack done fought wars for that name. Danny damned near died that name. And that name...that name and what it means everyone here, and every single fan out there...THAT is what kept me comin' back. And that's somethin' I never lose sight of.

DHM: I am D.H. Magnusson. I AM Drink and Destroy. I AM The Midnight Son.

DVD: And there isn't a damned thing anyone can do about that?

DHM smiles, touching his bottle of beer to DVD's glass

DHM: Somethin' like that.

[BookerShark]

DVD gets up from his conversation with DH and glances across the room where he sees Outback Jack and Dynamite Danny Taylor sharing a drink and laughing. A look of anger passes over DVD's face as he heads over to them.

DVD : What's so funny?

OBJ: We just watched Eric and Larson's promos, and the claims they are making are ridiculous, talking about how great of champs they are when they couldn't even beat us without a sneaky brass knuckles shot.

DVD : (his anger building) Bullshit

OBJ: I'm not sure I like your tone their mate.

DVD: Too bad, what Eric did was not sneaky. They are the Brass Knuckle Kings, brass knuckles shots are there entire schtick. We spent all week prepping for just such an occurrence, and we walked right into it. (glances at DDT) All because we were too busy posing with signs meant to mock us.

Danny's face grows a little red with embarrassment at this comment.

DVD: We have talked a big game about how people should respect what we can do, but we haven't backed it up. We aren't even a blip on this rosters radar. Three weeks ago we executed a brutal attack on Trinity, and how did they respond, Tytan and Eco ignored us, and Firewoman brushed us aside. The top heels in the company couldn't be bothered with us even after we took the fight right to em. Before that the Hawaiians walked right into our house and beat us down, that is how little respect they had for us. We have become nothing more than a name, and that needs to change.

OBJ: Hey now, we are former tag team champions.

DVD: (staring daggers at OBJ) We lucked into the titles during a multi team match where we didn't even pin the champs, never gave them a rematch, retained the belts on a referee's mistake, and then dropped the belts in the very next match. We may have a title reign on our resume, but we were never champions. (pointing over to DH) Mags over there is fired up, he has been full of a passion and desire that I haven't seen out of you two sense we were fighting for our lives against Stank. Hell the only reason why we still aren't fighting that fight is because Stank grew bored with beating us up.

For the first time during this rant Danny looks genuinely pissed and goes to interject, but DVD waives him off.

DVD: Last week I called Eric a joke, and that was a mistake, he is a sneaky genius who knows just how to make people underestimate him....(DVD pauses looking both Danny and Jack in the eyes) We are the joke.

With that DVD walks away leaving Jack and Danny sitting in stunned silence. He heads behind the bar as DH makes eye contact with him.

DH: Don't you think you were a little harsh one them?

DVD: It may not be what they want to hear, but it's what they need to hear. I'm not Moreland, I won't crow about how good we are if we aren't backing it up. The boys need to be motivated and if getting them pissed at me makes it happen (DVD downs his drink) I guess I'll take one for the team.

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