OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (03/09) Live! From Rio de Jane

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match[/u]
Stank vs. J-P Sparxx vs. Stan Fulton

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Davin Moreland

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling

Best of Seven Series, Match 4 – Stips TBA[/u]
Texpress (2-1) vs. The Flyin Hawaiians (1-2)

Rio Street Fight[/u]
The Brass Knuckle Kings & Darius Prentiss vs. Drink & Destroy

Carnival Chaos Match – Anything Goes, Falls Count Anywhere in Brazil[/u]
Firewoman vs. Ecosystem

Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle vs. The President
Tytan vs. LD Williams

Card subject to CARNIVAL!

[BookerShark]

*Darling Locker Room*

Alexander looks furious as he paces around his locker room mumbling something about luck and not happening again and other stuff. Alexis rolls her eyes as she pops another couple of pain pills to numb the ache in her broken arm. Sydney is meditating in one corner of the room. Suddenly there is a knock on the door and it slowly opens and we see Lucky peek his head in. Alexander turns to notice and nods. A few seconds later, the door opens all the way and Lucky enters with a few bags. A few steps behind him is Firewoman with her head down and she seems to be mumbling herself about bad ideas and not being wanted...

Alexis: What the hell is going on here?

Firewoman: *To Lucky* I told you this was a bad idea. Can we go now?

Alexis: That's a good idea. Maybe you can find someone else to scalp.

Firewoman: Look, Lexie...

Alexis: Don't you dare call me that, bitch.

Firewoman reacts noticeably to that but doesn't make a move.

Alexander: JUST STOP. Please.

Alexis: You can't think...
Firewoman: This isn't a good...

Alexander: At least you're agreeing on something. Lucky, why don't you take Fire's stuff into HER room while I talk to my sister.

Lucky: If you're sure...

Alexander just nods as Lucky grabs Fire's hand and drags her and the bags into the locker room.

Alexis: You're serious, aren't you? How can you expect us to cohabitate after what she did to me...what she did to you?

Alexander: Because she would do the same for us.

Alexis: You're delusional. She's a psychopath or sociopath depending on which way the way wind blows. This is just another...

Alexander: I don't believe this is another anything. Alexis, us more than anyone should understand what she's been through.

Alexis: No, Alex...we shouldn't because when we put into the same positions as her...WE fought back. Nothing got in between family, no matter what Poe tried to do to us, that was the line WE couldn't and wouldn't cross. BUT SHE DID. She did it me and she did it to you and now you expect me to just forgive and forget.

Alexander: Of course I don't expect that Lexie. I know this isn't something that will be solved in a day or a week...

Alexis: Try ever...

Alexander: Damn it Lexie...I'm trying to do the right thing.

Alexis: The right thing is sticking by family.

Alexander: SHE IS FAMILY.

Alexis: Not to me. Not anymore. I just...I can't be here...

Sydney finally gets up from her meditation and walks over towards the twins.

Sydney: Alexis, why don't we take a walk. We can chat and clear your head about everything going on.

Alexis: It's not going to change how I feel. I'll be back for my things later and I'll spend some time crashing with Spencer & Ashley.

Alexander looks like he wants to say something else, but Sydney holds up her hand. Unbeknownst to the people in the room, Fire's door has opened a little and we can see her listening...

Sydney: Be that as it may Alexis, but do not make that decision when the passions are high. We shall walk, we shall talk, and we will come up with a decision.

Alexis: Fine. Whatever. I'll meet you outside. It's getting crowded here anyway.

Sydney: *nodding before turning back to Alex* I'll talk to her Alexander, but you knew this would be a tough road and it might be a lonely road. But you're doing the right thing. She needs friends to know she isn't alone. And even if she may never trust me, she trusts you and that's enough for now.

Alexander: Thank you Syd. You don't know how much I appreciate you being so helpful.

Sydney: As you said before Alexander, it's what you do for family and no matter what the future holds for us, you are family to me.

Sydney hurries out the door to catch up to Alexis. Alexander turns around to look at Fire's door and he sees it slowly shut. He sighs before taking a seat and looking up to the ceiling.

Alexander: Focus Alex. Focus on the goals and the rest will fall into place. Next goal...Onslaught Champion.

*Fade*

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Firewoman comes out of "her" room.

AD: What is it? You okay?

FW: Fine. Geez. You know, when Lucky said he'd found a better room, I didn't think he meant....look it's a stupid idea, and I'll tell Rick--

AD: DAMMIT, Lisa...remember that stuff you said about "If only I had listened to people who were trying to help me?"

FW: When?

AD: IN THE RING....Like....DAYS ago.

FW: Yeah, and?

AD: Well, you could actually DO that now.

FW: Fine, whatever. Where's Lucky?

AD: Getting stuff for the trip to Rio, why?

FW: I need him to make sure there's some things waiting for me when I get there.

She has a list in her hand, which Alexander grabs.

FW: HEY!!

AD: Just making sure there aren't any...I don't know....bomb making devices.

FW: I'm not staying here.

AD: None of us are, we're going to Rio....what the hell is this a grocery list?

FW: No....

AD: "Sweet potatos, plantains, rum, Creme de Cacao" ... Pretty sure drinking right now is not a good idea. Syd says --

Fire gives Alex a look of death. He goes back to reading the list.

FW: The alcohol isn't for me.

AD: Cigarettes? No smoking, Fire.

FW: Stop me and you die.

To accentuate this point, Fire lights up.

AD: Why do you need black roosters and a black goat?

FW: ....

AD: ....

FW: They're for....sacrifices.

AD: What? Oh....

FW: You all aren't the only group I have to make amends to for my actions.

AD: Oh....that..........um......

FW: Look, just see Lucky gets it, I'm going to go ... I dunno ... do something.

AD: When's the last time you slept?

FW: Hmm....I think when I was dead.

Fire leaves and goes back to her room leaving Alex with the "grocery list."

[BookerShark]

Fulton - I'm bigger than you.

Stank - I'm taller.

Fulton - I'm stronger.

Stank - That's debatable

Fulton - You wanna arm-wrestle? I'll arm-wrestle you right now.

*Stank does the NWO "oooh I'm scared" wavy fingers gesture.*

Stank - Bring it.

*Stan Fulton grabs an end table and places it between he and Stank while LD Williams rolls his eyes. Stank picks up a chair and kicks another toward Fulton. He and Stank sit on each side of the table and assume the position.*

LDW - I'm outta here.

Stank - Wait! We need a ref.

LDW - No thank you.

Stank - Ah c'mon LD.

LDW - Nope. You'll have to decide this between yourselves.

Fulton - Come over here Marshall and ref this thing.

*As LD Williams walks out to prepare for the flight to Rio, former AWA announcer Lee Marshall runs up and clasps his hand over the two big men's paws.*

LM - On three... one... two... THREE!

*Stank and Fulton pull with all their might. They both grab the table with their free hands for leverage, but neither gains an advantage. *

Stank - You're trembling a little bit there Crusher. What's the matter? You getting tired.

Fulton - Nah... I'm pretty relaxed. Never felt better. You?

Stank - I'm waiting for you to start.

Fulton - Oh yeah?

*Fulton lays on extra effort and the back of Stank's hand slowly moves toward the table. At about the halfway point, Stank grits his teeth and sucessfully halts the effort.*

Stank - Just... making it... interesting.

*Stank PULLS and finds his arm slowly rising back to midpoint then over and pushing down now on Stan's arm slowly moving toward the table.*

Fulton - Oh.... no... you.... don't.

*Fulton redoubles his effort and pulls Stank's arm back to midpoint where they stay deadlocked. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of Stank's face. Beads of moisture form on Fulton's forehead.*

Stank - Doesn't... look like... either of us... is going to.... give up.

Fulton - You... can.... if you want.

*A full minute goes by before both men decide to stop. Stank glares over at Fulton who glares right back... then they both LAUGH their asses off.*

Stank - Okay I guess we're both strong.

Fulton - What do you mean? I clearly won.

Stank - Ho... how do you figure?

Fulton - You let go first.

Stank - I did not! Lee?

LM - Don't look at me.

Fulton - You wanna go again?

Stank - FINE!

*Stank and Fulton assume the arm-wrestling position again. Lee Marshall does the countdown and it is on again. Fulton gets a quick advantage this time, but Stank takes his free hand and joins it with his other, pulling Stan's arm back the other way, and with all his weight Stank successfully push Fulton's arm down to the table. Stan laughs!*

Fulton - You cheater!

*Stank smiles a mile wide*

Stank - I improvised.

Fulton - Oh is THAT what you call it?

Stank - You're just mad you didn't do it first.

Fulton - I suppose I can expect more "improvising* from you when you, me, and Sparxx meet for the World Title.

*Stank stands and bows with his hands out in front of him prayer-like.*

Stank - And thus ends today's lesson, grasshopper.

Fulton - Funny.

Stank - Alright let's go. We got a plane to catch.

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Moose boards the plane to Rio and takes his seat, he barely closes his eyes and SFJ13 is right there with a mic>

SFJ13: Moose would you care to comment on Fire's recent......

MHJ: No

SFJ13: What?

MHJ: No. I am done talking about that. You guys got the promo with Stank, that is all you need, move on

SFJ13: But.......

MHJ: Move. On.

SFJ13: FINE! What about your match this week? In Rio you face The President and Psykle. Some believe Psykle threw the match to send a message to you

<Moose sits there for a moment with his eyes closed, then speaks> I have never thought of myself as a teacher. I don't have the patience. I have never thought of myself as a mentor, you can't learn how to do things from someone else, you have to do them yourself. I saw Fulton was floundering a little, so I offered him some advice, take it or leave it, no strings attached. I am not interested in collecting people like GFY or Unforgiven, that is there thing, whatever it is exactly.

Generally, when kids come into the OOWF, my first impulse is to crush them, make them bleed, make them suffer, you know, welcome them to the OOWF. Things are a little different with these two. There is something about Psykle I can identify with. And The President? He is goofy, but again, there is something there. Now, does that mean I won't carve them up and leave them for dead in the middle of the ring? Who knows. They will have to find that out on Wednesday.

<Moose finally looks at SFJ13>

That's the funny thing about the OOWF, you just never know what will happen.

<Moose gets out of his seat and walks to the front of the plane. He spots Ecosystem sitting at a window seat and plops down right next to him>

Eco: Oh

MHJ: Juni.......give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't put your head through that window

Eco: I.........well........<Juni is quiet for a minute>......well I guess I can't. Do what you have to

<Eco braces for the impact, but it doesn't come>

MHJ: No......I'm not going to do that. Not right now. Do you want to know why?

Eco: .........

MHJ: Two reasons Juni. One, you brought me here to the OOWF. I will always appreciate that, this is how I am going to repay my gratitude for that. Two, I am enjoying the hell out of watching you squirm. I thought Fire would be in the same boat, I thought she would be on her own, but I see there are others in the OOWF that are very quick to forgive.

That has to eat at you a bit, doesn't it? Firewoman was your partner in crime. She was your accomplice in some brutal shit, yet, already, she skates. And here you sit, the founder of the OOWF, the man who made it all possible, and everyone hates you. Can you feel the eyes glaring at you Juni? No one has stepped up and offered to forgive you. No one understands what your ultimate goal was. They all hate you. And no amount of your money, or your smarts can stop that.

Unless.......

<Eco turns and looks at Moose>

Eco: Unless what?

MHJ: I offered to meet with you once, and you blew me off, why should I offer again

Eco: Fair enough. You did make the offer once, and I made the mistake of ignoring it. All I can do is give you my word that I will listen this time. What do you have in mind?

MHJ: Not here. Too many ears. Let's just say you need protection, everyone is out to get you.............everyone.........and I would like a problem taken care of. I think my proposition could benefit us both. I will meet you once we land in Rio

<Moose gets up and heads back to his seat>

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling comes into the main room of the Darling suites in the venue in Columbia. Lucky sees him and immediately looks away, arousing suspicion.

AD: Lucky....

L: Hm?

AD: Is Fire at the gym?

L: Um...no.

AD: Is she on a run?

L: Um...no....

AD: Is she still in her room?

L: No, not in her room.

AD: ....

L: ....

AD: Lucky.....

L: Hm?

AD: Where's Fire?

L: She's um.......out.

AD: Out where?

L: Out...um...there.

AD: ...

L: ...

AD: I need you to tell me where she is right now.

L: Right now?

AD: Do you WANT me to kill you?

L: Fine...*Lucky looks at his watch*...she's probably over the Amazon River right now, unless they took off late.

AD: Huh?

L: She's on her way to Rio.

AD: WHAT? And you just let her go?

L: Alex....you of all people should know....we pick our battles with Fire. This was something she felt she had to do.

AD: Is this that sacrifice thing, because that could have waited until we could ALL go.

L: That's part of it...I mean, she has an appointment at a casa...

AD: A what?

L: Candomble temple...It's not vodun, but it's related and....

AD: What's the other part? *growing more annoyed* Why couldn't she have waited for --

L: Carnivale.

AD: Huh?

L: Starts tomorrow.

AD: Oh.......

L: Something about being held in check for months.....

AD: And you let her go? Alone?

L: I'm not standing between her and --

AD: Did you alert the Brazilian authorities at least?

L: Already done.

AD: I knew I should have installed a tracking device.

L: You want my advice?

AD: No.

L: She said she'd be back for the show, and I think if you let her do this, she'll be more likely to listen to you...and ... certain others.

AD: ...

L: ...

AD: We'll see...

*fade*

[BookerShark]

VERY SLOW FADE up on an empty arena in La Guadalupe, Colombia. The ring is slowly being taken apart by local laborers. The workers are laughing and joking around while they remove the last vestiges of the OOWF event last night.

PAN over to the far end of the arena/gym where a last few folding chairs are still in place. In one of them is The Crusher Stan Fulton sitting next to his duffel bag. He appears to be the last of the talent left in Colombia. His elbows are on his knees and his head in his hands. The only sign that he still lives is the slight movement as he draws breath.

A random SFJ walks nearby, writing something on her notepad. She notices Fulton sitting alone and moves over to talk to him. The mic on the camera barely picks up their conversation.

SFJ66: “Mr. Fulton?”

Fulton raises his head and we see his eyes are sunken and bloodshot.

SF: “Can I help you, miss?”

SFJ66: “Do you mind if I ask a few questions? I never got to finish my story before the rest of the wrestlers took off for Carnivalé.”

Fulton shrugs.

SF: “Why the hell not? Have a seat.”

The SFJ sits down near Fulton and licks the tip of her pencil.

SFJ66: “First off, why are you still here? Didn’t the OOWF plane leave like hours ago?”

SF: “Probably. I frankly don’t feel like wrestling right now. OOWF management must have a grudge against me or enjoys making me suffer. Titles are dangled in my face, snatched away and I have to spend another six months working my way up from the bottom again.”

SFJ66: “But aren’t you scheduled for a World Title shot this week?”

SF: “On paper, yes. In reality, no. There’s no way in hell I’ll get a sniff of that title. I’m in that match for amusement purposes only. The same way I’ve been in every other title match I’ve had here.”

SFJ66: “You’re a four time Onslaught title holder.”

SF: “And lost four times too. Most of them on my first title defense. I’ve never pinned anyone to retain those titles. I’ve either lost the title or kept it on a technicality, like a count-out or time limit draw.

“I really thought that I was finally going to have a chance at a real title. Obviously, if a rookie can come in and win the Onslaught title, it’s not an upper-echelon title. That means the Tag, IC and World titles are the money makers here. I thought that the Invitational was my time to shine. And I don’t even make it to the final.”

SFJ66: “When I was talking to the guys in the back, a lot of them believed you were the one to beat in the Invitational.”

SF: “That’s nice to hear, but obviously the management and booking committee doesn’t agree.”

Kayfabe walks over, looks with such pity at Fulton, and just walks off.

SFJ66: “So where do you go from here?”

SF: “I’ll fly into Rio early next week. I’d rather not be around while the Five are reuniting.”

SFJ66: “Do you really think that?”

SF: “The only thing missing is Poe. Stank and Moose don’t associate with losers and LD and Fire are their best buddies again.”

SFJ66: “You sound like a whiny brat. No offense.”

SF: “None taken. I probably do sound that way. I keep getting close to that proverbial brass ring and then it’s handed to the same people over and over.”

SFJ66: “Really?”

SF: “Look at recent history and the new talent here. J-P Sparxx, one Onslaught title reign; no IC, Tag or World titles. Ravenna Blue, one IC title, one Onslaught, run out of the OOWF on a rail. Sean Moore, deported. Danny Taylor, bupkus. Dr. Inferi; hasta la vista. Hell, Sparxx and I are the only new blood that have a record to speak of.

“As four time Onslaught and five time (background: “five time, five time, five time, five time”) DDT title holder you could say I’m the most accomplished here. But who keeps getting IC, World and Tag title shots? The same old gang. Now, I am SO NOT saying they’re not deserving, but aren’t we deserving, too?”

SFJ66: “I don’t know what to say to that.”

SF: “Who does? All us young guns hear the praises of the committee, but we’re booked like jobbers. For example, me and Sparxx could put on a hell of a year long feud over one of those titles. It’d be epic. His speed and agility against my power? Five star matches. Sparxx and Folz for the IC title. Me and Stank for the World title. Stank and Sparxx for the World title. DDT should be holding a Tag title by now instead of the Texpress over and over and over again.”

SFJ66: “Campaigning much?”

SF: “Whatever. I’m pissed, angry and jealous. Deal with it, honey.”

SFJ66: “Hey, I just wanted an interview.”

SF: “Sorry. I’m tired of being at the bottom of the card in filler matches. I’m tired of being the third entrant in a two-man race. I’m sure after you publish this I’m going to be called a whiner by Davin and others, but I think I have a right to be disappointed. I’ve done everything they’ve asked of me. I’ve promo’ed my ass off. I’ve proved that I’m capable in the ring. Guess the only thing I haven’t had is a decent feud.”

SFJ66: “What about your feud with Matt Folz when you arrived?”

SF: “It was okay. I was new here and couldn’t really put any backstory into it. It did get me four Onslaught title reigns.”

SFJ66: “So the question is, ‘What do you want, Will Riker?’”

SF: “Really? Deanna Troi lines?”

The SFJ has the wherewithal to look embarrassed though she does look not unlike Marina Sirtis.

SFJ66: “Where to from here then, Crusher?”

SF: “Guess I have to go backstage and attack someone and start a feud. Someone with a title I suppose.”

SFJ66: “That limits it to Stank, Folz, BKK and Chris Evans.”

SF: “None really work do they? I’m friends with Stank. I’ve already feuded with Folz. Don’t have a tag partner for Eric and Bryce and Evans is busy with Alexander Darling.”

SFJ66: “It is a head scratcher.”

Fulton sighs.

SF: “Maybe it’s time for me to move on, like Ravenna. Or get a new gimmick. Go down to FOOWF and repackage myself. I don’t know.”

SFJ66: “Stop hanging around with old men from the AWA?”

SF: “Is that a job request?”

SFJ66: “Perhaps. It certainly couldn’t hurt. Look where Marshall and Nelson have gotten you.”

SF: “You’ve got a point. What’s your name?”

SFJ66: “Martha Rodriguez. I’m a student at the National University of Colombia reporting for Carta Universitaria.

SF: Well, Martha, if you want a job you’ve got one. You’ll have to travel with the other female journalists.”

SFJ66: “You mean Chad Madison’s harem?”

SF: “Well, not all of them are, but there are stories.”

SFJ66: “I’m sure. Most of them begin, ‘Dear Penthouse. I never thought this would ever happen to me.’”

Fulton finally cracks a smile.

SF: “Alright, Martha. Let’s find a couple of hotel rooms for a few days. We’ll work on my backstory and see if we can’t get a couple of gimmick ideas going. Then I get to play jester to Stank and Sparxx’s World title match.”

SFJ66: “You never know. They might be so busy with each other you can catch them unawares.”

SF: “And someday a black man will be leader of the KKK.”

SFJ66: “You this depressing a lot?”

SF: “Not usually.”

SFJ66: “Fair enough.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

In the Hallway of Random Promos, SFJ8 has caught up with the memebers of Drink and Destroy

SFJ 8: Drink and Destroy, this week at Mayhem, you face a trio of men that you've had some problems with in the past few weeks: The OOWF Tag Team Champions The Brass Knuckle Kings, and MMA phenom Darius Prentiss under street fight rules in a Rio Street Fight. What are your thoughts going into the match?

Outback Jack: Did you hear that?

D.H. Magnusson: Yeah, she just summed up th' match in two breaths.

"Dashing" Victor DeNiro: Rare talent, that.

"Dangerous" Danny Taylor: ...

DVD: Absolutely right, Danny. Road Warriors?

OBJ: It has been a while.

DHM: Yeah, could be fun. Jack, you wanna start?

OBJ: Certainly.

OBJ takes a step forward, drains his beer, and hunches his shoulders.

OBJ: BRASS KNUCKLE KINGS! DARIUS PRENTISS! YOU THREE MISERABLE PUKES! YOU WANTED TO USE YOUR LITTLE FISTPACKS? WANTED TO USE USE YOUR LITTLE LOADED SUCKERPUNCHES? WELCOME TO OUR WORLD NOW, YOU STINKIN' MAGGOTS! BRING THOSE SHINY BRASS KNUCKLES BOYS! MAGGS WILL BRING HIS CHAIN, I'LL BRING ME BEST BOOMERANG, AND DANNY'LL BRING HIS BARE HANDS AND WE'LL SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROATS BEFORE WE TAKE THEM OUT OF YOUR BACKSIDES! STREETFIGHTS ARE OUR WORLD AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE, WE DON'T CARE! TELL 'EM MAGGS!

DHM: WEEEELLLLLLLLLL[/i] It's all about reputation. Eric wants to prove he's not joke act that'll bail out when it gets rough again. Larson wants to prove he's not the vanilla midget indy kid we all know he is. Prentiss wants to proves he's not like every other big bad MMA hotshot who tried to jump up our faces and make a name in this company. And it's just too bad boys, that you somewhere in in your collective little pin heads you wanted to try to be do it in match were we're right at home, beatin' people up! Breakin' bones, dropping blood, makin' the so-call big deals scream and run for mama...Oooooh.....WHAT A RUSH! TELL 'EM, VIC!

DVD: Let me explain something to you, gentlemen, and please allow me to make things perfectly clear: Every single calculated risk to led you to this point has in reality been a carefully calculated error. For every ounce of talent in that ring that you possess Mr. Larson, you've decided to take a shortcut and raised the ire of one of the most tenured and sadistic veterans in this company today. Mr. O'Mac, every time you profess your greatness and value to this promotion while casually omitting your incessant sabbatical to court a career with your father up North, you've earned the wrath of a young man who has proven time and time again in a short span that he his willing to sacrifice everything for the four letters on the marquee. And last but no least, Mr. Prentiss - You walked into a match that you no bearing upon, and attacked a woman who had just competed from behind with the sole intention of causing an injury that will takes months to heal - and in doing so awakened the more animalistic instincts in man who has stood toe-to-toe with the most sadistic people in this company's history. Each a mistake, and while separate they might not be fatal, this Wednesday you may find that combined they will prove to be lethal.

DVD smiles, all the other three resume their normal postures.

DVD: Now, maybe we've had a bit of playful fun, but come Mayhem, the time for fun will be over. And facing my boys in a street fight? Your time for fun will never come.

OBJ: bleches That's Australian for "You're in our world now, boyos."

DHM: And there ain't a damned thing you can do about that.

DVD, OBJ, and DHM all walk away, leaving Danny to grin at the camera briefly before mouthing a single word: "Boom."

[BookerShark]

*Stank is on the plane to Rio when he is approached by SFJ#5. Stank is focused on the book he is reading and does not see her walk up to his seat. She clears her throat to get Stank's attention. The OOWF World Champion looks up and sees SFJ#5 play a video off her Motorola Xoom tablet of Stan Fulton's promo. After it has finished, Stank closes the book he had been reading and sighs.*

Stank - So he's not on the plane. He told me he was going to pack his bags.

SFJ#5 - Do you have any comments on what he said?

Stank - I had no idea he felt this way.

SFJ#5 -

Stank -

SFJ#5 -

Stank - Well, Stan, if you're watching this, and of course you are, just so you know. I am not, nor have I ever been, on the booking committee. I confess to not knowing anything about how they come to the decisions they do. I suspect it involves secret meetings, gnashing of teeth, alcohol and pagan worship.

I won my first Championship 4 months after my debut. It was the Tag Team Championships. Lock and I lost them a week later. About a month later we regained them, and then lost them again another month later. It was almost a year before we got them back.

My first World Title shot was about two years in and my first reign didn't come until about 5 months after that. It was almost 4 years before I got the World Title back.

My point?

Patience.

I have no doubt you have the skill to be World Champion, but what you need to ask yourself is... do you have what it takes? All of what it takes? Because part of what it takes to be World Champion is perseverance. You have to be able to stay in the fight no matter what, or how long. You also have to carry yourself like you're World Champion even if you don't have the belt. That takes some ego, something I have in abundance... do you?

Not everyone can be World Champion. I've earned every shot I got. Took advantage of every opportunity... sometimes I made my own opportunity, but I don't play politics. I've been fortunate in my career and I'm thankful.

Crusher you've accomplished a lot in your short time in the OOWF. You may not be where you want to be, but you have to stay in the fight to get there...

... OR you could pick a fight with the biggest fish in the pond, antagonize him for months, kiss ass, network, play the political game, put yourself out there, take on a couple of outside of wrestling tasks in the OOWF, work YOUR way onto the booking committee and give yourself as many title shots as you want.

Whichever way works for you.

I do know this... you do have a title shot on Wednesday. It would serve you well to devote yourself toward the effort of taking my belt from me, rather than dwelling on the dynamics of your place in the Main Event.

I guarantee Spark plug is focused on beating me.

We'll see what happens.

Fade

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is sitting on a bench in the GFY Private Gym with an ice pack on the back of his neck. Jewel is modeling bikinis for him.

Jewel: Does dis one show too much a ma ass, baby?

J-PS: Der is nevah too much a yo ass, baby.

Jewel: Wait 'til ya see da next one.

Jewel disappears into a changing room. After she does, SFJ April comes over, sweaty from her workout, and sits next to J-P.

J-PS: 'Sup April?

SFJA: You look a little rough, J-P.

J-PS: I been powerbombed on da back a ma neck six times in four days by Pop N' Fresh.

SFJA: Good point. Although I'd never call him Pop N' Fresh.

J-PS: I gots worse things ta call him.

SFJA: So you're not going to be respectful of the World Champion still?

J-PS: 'Dis IS respectful. Stank's a bad man. No question. He's a li'l full a himself, an' dat's a'ight, he's earned da right ta be. He's gots me da last two times. But 'dis time. 'Dis time it'll be diff'rent.

SFJA: Would you care to elaborate?

J-PS: I can't do dat on camera. Der might be kids watchin'.

SFJA: Wait? Wha...Oh! No, no, E-LAB-a-RATE. Explain.

J-PS: Can't be usin' dose millyun dollah words gurl. Okay den, I'll elaborate. I don' hafta beat Stank to get da World Title. I can beat him, but now I do' have too.

SFJA: Because you can win the title by beating Stan Fulton?

J-PS: Dat's right. Stan's bitchin' 'bout 'dis bein' his first shot at the title. He bitchin' 'bout bein' passed ovah by da bookahs. Do sumthin' 'bout it, son. I did. I put on a show ev'ry fuckin' night, knowwhatI'msayin'? I ain't scared a no one, son. I'll take on whoevah, whenevah. An' I wins, son. Ya want an oppurtunity, make da most a what'cha got! Ya lose yur first title defense ev'ry time, a course they not gonna give ya more. Ya wanna be a big man 'round here, Stan Stan da Cry Baby Man? Bring it! I expect you ta come at me as hard as Stank. An' I expect you to go at Stank as hard as I am. Show 'em what'cha made of. But don't worry, Stan. The Spark's gon' git'cha, knowwhatI'msayin'? Gonna git'cha too Frank N' Stank. Da belt's comin' home wit me. Where it belongs.

Jewel comes out of the dressing room wearing a bikini too hot for TV.

Jewel: What da hell you doin' bitch!

SFJA: I was just leaving.

Jewel: Git ta steppin'!

J-PS: Deuces.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad and Zane have finished a workout ~~~

Zane: I don't want to have to say this, but..

Chad: But what?

Zane: This is Rio. It's Carnivale week.

Chad: .... And?

Zane: I want you 100% for the match this week. This series is huge. I don't mind losing. I will mind if we just give one away.

Chad: I'm taking this seriously. And I don't plan on going out and getting crazy this week.

Zane: Really?

Chad: Yeah, I want to win this series. I want My Championship back.

Zane: So no Carnivale?

Chad: Not for me. I might ask out one of the SFJ's for dinner, but thats about it.

Zane: Just one?

Chad: Well... (grins ear to ear) Maybe more than one.

~~~ Zane smiles and the camera cuts to... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Kai and Aina are in a ring set up in some abandoned warehouse somewhere in Rio the OOWF rented. Alexis Darling is with them, propped up in a corner. At this moment, Aina has a random Brazilian jobber locked in a Sharpshooter.

LD: Very good. Pull back harder though.

The jobber yells and slaps at Aina's foot.

LD: Kai, why don't you try a ...

Kai has another random Brazilian jobber in an armbar.

Kai: ARMBAR!!

LD: Yes, that's a good armbar. But it won't help you beat Texpress.

Aina: Try an STF brah.

Kai locks the jobber in an STF as Aina walks over to Lexie.

Aina: Thanks for helping us Lexie. We're not really submission specialists.

LD: Anytime brah.

Lexie smiles at Aina, who seems amused hearing her speak Hawai'ian. Sort of.

LD: Besides, what else have I got to do? Being on IR is boring. And I'm NOT hanging around where Firewoman is, despite my dear brother's wishes.

Kai starts screaming something in Hawai'ian as the jobber slaps the mat hard.

LD: Kai is certainly...eager. Speaking of eager, where is Noelani?

Aina: Probably at Copa Cabana sunbathing. She called us losers and said learn some moves before she left wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

LD: I think I have that bikini too *winks*

Aina: That I'd like to see some time.

LD: Maybe it'll be a reward if you come back and win this thing.

Aina: Thought you were friends with the cowpokers?

LD: I don't dislike them.

Kai: Pau hana! Ao no ho'i!

Aina and Lexie look at Kai kneeling over the random jobber who's screaming and holding his back.

Kai: I think I broke him.

LD: Well, he's ready.

Aina: Medic!

[BookerShark]

Psykle is once again polishing his Harley outside the arena, when SFJ13 walks up.

SFJ13: Hi Psykle, can I get a quick interview with you about your match last week.

Psykle: A VERY quick one.

SFJ13: OK, why did you superkick The President?

Psykle: Because he's a crazy nut job that I'm sick and tired of The Rick thinking he can keep tagging me up with just because we showed up at the same time.

SFJ13: But it cost you the match.

Psykle: So what? It was a tag team match, and the only time I will ever wrestle in a tag team is if I ever get to tag team with my mentor.

SFJ13: But LD Williams doesn't do much tag team wrestling.

Psykle: Who ever said he was my mentor?

SFJ13: You mean he isn't?

Psykle: Who ever said he was not my mentor?

SFJ13: You mean he is?

Psykle: I mean I'm not going to tell you one way or another who my mentor is or is not.

SFJ13: You've confused me.

Psykle: Doesn't seem like a hard thing to do.

SFJ13: Well, what about your match this week?

Psykle: The Rick has obviously decided that he wants me to help him with his vendetta against Moose. You know what, Rick? That's fine. I don't care. You want me to keep beating Moose up, I will. But that's not why I'm here. My mentor still wants me to earn Moose's respect, but I've learned that trying to earn his respect won't get it for me. So as long as I've got to keep getting in the ring with Moose, I'll keep beating the crap out of whoever is in the ring with me, be it opponent or partner.

Psykle's phone goes off, and SFJ13 gets excited thinking we will get more insight from Psykle's mysterious mentor.

Psykle: Don't get so excited there, doll. I uninstalled your little program after last week.

Psykle reads the phone, and goes back to polishing his bike, obviously dismissing SFJ13 and the cameraman.

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is walking along with Moosehead Jack, as they leave the airport.

Eco: Coffee shop?

MHJ: Not private enough.

Eco: The entire OOWF hangs out at secret warehouses or at the arena for seven days straight. I think the coffee shop is plenty safe.

Jack chuckles.

Eco: Did you mean what you said about money on the flight?

MHJ: I didn't offer you money.

Eco: No, no. You mention you enjoyed watching me squirm. And then you said, "They all hate you. And no amount of your money, or your smarts can stop that." Do you really believe that?

MHJ: That you can't buy off people who hate you? Of course I do.

Eco: Moose...I think you still don't understand how class works in this society.

MHJ: Do you even know how I grew up, Eco?

Eco: Of course I do. Hell, I lord Fire's life over her head all the time.

MHJ: ...we led very different lives.

Eco: Well, no shit. But you only know how bad it is at the bottom. You have NO IDEA how good it is at the top. Moose, I walk out of here tomorrow, I go to a nice hedge fund job, what happens to me?

MHJ: (smirks) Well, Fire's old running buddies might hunt you down...

Eco: No, they won't, Moose. Why do you think they would approve Fire assaulting me instead of them doing it themselves? When you're too big, too prominent, you're untouchable. No mafioso can kill Steve Jobs, Steve Ballmer, Oprah Winfrey. There are too many people watching for that. You can only make people disappear when they can plausibly disappear.

Rest assured, Jack, that I am in physical danger because I choose to live the life I do.

MHJ: Do you really think it's a choice? After I ran you out the first time, and you come crawling back...don't you think you need this place?

Eco: Can you keep a secret?

MHJ: I keep many.

Eco pulls out an envelope and hands it to Moose. He grunts, opens it, reads the document...his eyes widen a bit.

MHJ: Really?

Eco: Yep.

MHJ: H-huh.

Eco: So second question, as you put that away and hand it back to me, why did you resent Alex?

MHJ: Just one reason? Do you KNOW what that fucker did--

Eco: Not what he did, Moose, I know what he did. But you hated him from the start.

MHJ: No shit. Fucking rich kid, given everything he wanted--

Eco: Now stop. Do you just resent the rich? Why don't you resent me for it?

MHJ: You earned your way, Eco. You know what it's like to be at the bottom. It's not being given everything from the start.

Eco: Ah, but look deeper to character. I enjoy the wealthy man's life, Moose. Alex didn't. Alex threw away his privileges--slowly but surely, you know I'm right, he did. He chose--stupidly, foolishly--to "be his own man," rather than multiply his wealth tenfold.

Every day, Moose, every day I hear Wall Street calling me home. Saying, "leave the blood, leave the tears, stand with us and wring millions of dollars out of the economy, make politicians dance to your every tune, collect honorary degrees and use them as toilet paper." Somehow, Alex didn't listen to, doesn't hear that call, and I admire it.

Moose, you tell me I need this place, and perhaps I do. But you actually don't have an alternative, which is why you periodically declare you'll die in that ring. And I maintain you would be better served not resenting those like Alex, but using your fame, television prominence, and decent salary to begin building the life of young Alexander Darling...for yourself.

MHJ: Nothing doing. Ever.

Eco: Ever?

MHJ: Ever.

Eco's phone rings.

Eco: Hello, Junichiro Muyo speaking...oh hello. Yes sir, I know you left the airport immediately after landing...well, I'm in a meeting now...5:30? Excellent. Thank you, I will see you soon.

Eco hangs up, and shows Moose the caller ID.

MHJ: Why are you meeting with--

Eco: "Everyone, everyone hates you." Foolish. I always, ALWAYS have a backup plan. But I'm willing to hear you out. Coffee shop?

Eco and Moose exit.

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison is inexplicably wandering the Streets of Rio alone at night. He grabs his phone from his pocket, takes a swig from his Aquafina bottle, and makes a call ~~~

Chad: Oh good. you answered. Where is this temple thing you were talking about?...... I saw that. I might be close then........Ehh, he might be annoyed, but he'll get over it. ..................

~~~ He turns a corner and nearly walks into Fireowman ~~~

Chad: Hey! I found you! (closes phone)

Fire: I see.

Chad: You.... alright?

Fire: Yes. Thanks for coming out here. I... just didn't want to be alone

Chad: Do you want me to walk you back to the arena?

Fire: NO

Chad: ... Ok then. Where to, Ma'am?

Fire: Anywhere.

~~~ They walk side by side in silence for quite a long time. They turn down a brightly lit street and hear the unmistakable sound of club music. Fire stops short of the door and listens ~~~

Chad: Here?

Fire: Sure. I'm not really in the mood to dance though

Chad: Heck, if it ain't a two-step, I really don't either.

~~~ They pay the doorman, go inside and see a sea of Brazilian men and women dancing as seductively as can be done in public. ~~~

Chad: Grab a table and enjoy the views?

Fire: Sure

~~~ Chad and Fire sit and order a couple of drinks, watching and pointing out people dancing on the floor and walking around. At some point, she even Smiles. And on that note we fade...... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Darling Suites*

Alexis must still be out helping to train the Hawaiians for their tag team title match because it's just Alexander and Sydney in the locker room. Sydney is pouring some drinks at the small mini-bar when Alexander turns the television to OOWF-TV. He sees the Eco/Moose chat and just shakes his head before the camera flickers and we see the Chad/Fire meeting show up. Alexander's facial expression doesn't change but we do see him grip the remote even tighter. Sydney walks over with two glasses of whiskey and hands one to Alex. She looks back-and-forth between Alexander and the television...

Sydney: Alexander, a penny?

Alexander: Huh...oh, nothing. Nevermind. If...

Sydney: So this is what you look like when you're jealous?

Alexander: I'm not jealous.

Sydney just stares a hole at Alex...

Fine, maybe a little jealous. I just...I mean, haven't I done everything right? Shouldn't it be me out there?

Sydney: No it shouldn't.

Alexander: Excuse me?

Sydney: Fire...Lisa has been through a lot and she's just trying find her bearings.

Alexander: But I was the one who was there for her the entire time. I was the found who fought. I was the one who bled for her.

Sydney: That's great Alexander, but stop being selfish. It's not about what you've done or what you will continue to do. It's about what she wants. What she needs and you need to figure something out Alexander; sooner rather than later.

Alexander: And what's that Syd?

Sydney: You say you're a changed man and I happen to agree with you, but when push comes to shove...what's going to matter more to you...what YOU want or what Lisa needs. And what you do if those aren't the same thing?

Sydney finishes her drink and gets up from the couch to leave Alex with his thoughts as we...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in* as The Brass Knuckle Kings are watching highlights of Darius Prentiss in preparation for their six man tag team Rio Street Fight at MidWeek Mayhem. The Posse is standing guard as Lauren Phoenix makes some phone calls on business deals while Maria Kanellis is sewing something.

Eric O’Mac: Why are teaming this this guy again?

Bryce Larson: He’s not exactly getting along with DH Magnusson, and we of course—

EOM: Right, I get the part about us and the other D&D guys. I didn’t really know about DH & Prentiss.

BL: Do you even pay attention to many of the storylines?

EOM: Umm...maybe?

BL: Firewoman left the Trinity.

EOM: FIREWOMAN WAS IN TRINITY?!

BL: That’s what I thought.

EOM: Okay, wait a minute. Trinity was Tytan, Firewoman, and...

BL: Ecosystem, after he returned from the dead.

EOM: HE WAS DEAD?!

BL: Listen, don’t worry about that. We’re the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, and we’re feuding with Drink & Destroy. That’s the most important part.

EOM: I got that. And this Prentiss kid, he’s debuting next week? Why doesn’t he like DH?

BL: No, he’s already been around. But he doesn’t like DH, so we’re being paired up.

EOM: Titles on the line? Because I’m NOT okay with that!

BL: No no, non-title.

EOM: Good, we already beat D&D last week.

BL: Well...

EOM: Right, but we’re still the champs!

BL: You are correct, sir! Yes!

EOM: You do a pretty mean Ed McMahon.

BL: Oh, tha—

EOM: Holy shit, is he my uncle?

BL: Darius...Prentiss?

EOM: No, Ed McMahon! I keep fucking finding new family!

BL: I don’t think you’re related.

EOM: Oh, well that sucks for him. [Yells off to Lauren] Lauren! Send Ed McMahon a fruit basket!

Lauren Phoenix: He’d dead!

EOM: Holy shit! He’s dead? He didn’t die because of fruit I sent him, did he? Have the authorities been notified?

Maria Kanellis: He died in 2009, Eric!

BL: You didn’t send him any fruit, don’t worry.

EOM: Whew...I was scurred for a second there.

BL: Scurred?

EOM: Yeah, the kids are saying it.

BL: Were saying it.

EOM: What are they saying now?

BL: Not scurred.

EOM: Oh, send them all a fruit basket!

BL: Who?

EOM: The kids!

BL: Um, there’s like over a billion kids in the world.

EOM: Oh! Crap. [Yells off to Lauren again.] Lauren! Send six kids a fruit basket! Any six!

LP: Okay, fine!

BL: Hey, back to our match.

EOM: Right, so Dennis is—

BL: Darius. Darius Prentiss.

EOM: Oh, right. Darius Prentiss. What’s his thing?

BL: MMA.

EOM: Like Brock Lesnar!

BL: Well, yeah. Smaller, but yeah. Although Brock wrestled first. But don’t worry about that. Prentiss is a good kid, he’ll do okay.

EOM: What do we get if we win?

BL: Um…a win?

EOM: Pfft. That didn’t matter last week. Non-title match? What if we don’t show up?

BL: Rick might not like that.

EOM: Fuck him.

BL: He could strip us of the titles if we don’t show up.

EOM: Oh! Crap. [Yells off to Lauren again.] Send The Rick a fruit basket!

LP: Whatever!

EOM: Good, got that taken care of.

BL: Look, I think we’ll be fine. It’s a street fight, we can do whatever we want.

EOM: Yeah, so can D&D! They’re brutal! They might bust out some Road Warrior shit in their next promo.

BL: How did you know that? Did you see their last promo?

EOM: What promo?

BL: They just busted out the Road Warrior shtick.

EOM: Nice! Did they go “Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh WHAT A RUSH!”

BL: Think so.

EOM: Excellent! I love those guys.

BL: Our opponents?

EOM: Still love ‘em. Anyway, street fight also means they can do whatever they want to us, Bryce. So we have to be ready.

BL: We’re ready.

EOM: Devon?

BL: It’s Darius, and I think he’ll be ready, too.

EOM: Right, he doesn’t like DH, so he’ll be ready.

BL: Plus, if they get out of hand, it’s a street fight. We have those ten guys back there...

EOM: I like your thinking, Bryce!

BL: Let’s go get some ice cream or something.

EOM: Nice. Like being a kid again. So we can relate to that Davis kid.

BL: Darius, and he’s not a kid. Maria likes ice cream.

MK: Hells yes, let’s go! Tell ‘em Frenchie!

Francois: Show ze logo! Play ze muzik!



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[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad walks in the Texpress Dressing Room, drinking his Aquafina ~~~

Zane: Long night last night?

Chad: Ehh, so so

Zane: Oh? No "Fantastic!" or " You should have seen i!"

Chad: No. I didn't have a date.

Zane: Then where were you?

Chad: I met up with Lisa

Zane: You WHAT?!?!?!?!??!!

Chad: No need to freak out on me.

Zane: You know I think that is...

Chad:... A bad idea, Yeah I get it. The thing is, she's pretty down and is lonely. I don't know exactly why she called me, but she needed a friend.

Zane: So where were you?

Chad: Spent most of the night at a dance club

Zane: A dance club. In Rio. During Carnivale. (smacks his forehead)

Chad: It wasn't like that. we mostly just sat and talked, and checked out the scenery.

Zane:....................

Chad:...................

Zane:...................

Chad: Seriously. We sat and talked and she had a couple of drinks and then I walked her back to the arena.

Zane: I still don't know about this

Chad: Look man, it's the right thing to do. Almost everyone else around here has turned their backs on her. Someone has to stand beside her.

Zane: She kind of has a Husband for that

Chad: I... I think she's ashamed to talk to him. She couldn't even mention his name last night.

Zane: I just can't see anything good coming out of this.

Chad: Why? You should give her a chance to show you she's different. WE got a second chance here. YOU got another one after that!

~~~ Zane sits silently and does not reply eventually, He stands up to leave ~~~

Zane: I'm hungry. I'll be back in a while. I prepped you a tape for today. When I get back, we should hit the training center.

Chad: You got it man, bring me back a hoagie?

~~~ Zane wordlessly exits. Chad flips open his phone and dials a number ~~~

Chad: ......... damn ........ Hey. Just thought I'd give you a call to check on ya. If ya need anything, let me know...

~~~ He presses "End" and we cut to..... ~~~

[BookerShark]

*Stank is relaxing in his hotel room. His knee is being attended to by a cute blond female member of the OOWF medical staff. Her cutness has not escaped Stank's attention which is being divided by the noise of Carnivale outside his hotel balcony and the neck massage he is getting from a cute Brazilian brunette member of the hotel staff. Stank takes a sip of his Cytomax Protein Pure Performance Drink when there is a knock on his door. Stank reaches back and taps the hotel massage therapist on her arm.*

Stank - You mind getting that?

HMT - Naturalmente

*The massage therapist walks over and opens the door. Entering in is a five foot five woman with short brown hair and an amalgamation of imperfect features on her pale face which all add up to looking... perfect, a natural beauty that can't quite be pinned down. She's wearing a black T-shirt with The Five's logo on it in blood red and designer blue jeans. She walks in with a smile, and Stank stares at her briefly without recognition until it hits him.*

Stank - SHANNNON!

*Stank rises from his seat and walks over to give Shannon the former barmaid a big hug*

Stank - Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing here?

STFB - I'm in town for Carnivale.

Stank - Wow I haven't seen you since...

STFB - The Five dissovled.

Stank - Well... yeah... wow. Look at you!

*Shannon spins around, posing with a big wide grin on her face.*

Stank - You look good! Where have you been?

STFB - Ohhhh nowhere, everywhere, just traveling around mostly, the bug never left me.

Stank - You been back home?

STFB - Atlanta? No.

Stank - So you've just been traveling?

STFB - For the most part?

*Shannon looks around the hotel room and takes notice of the two women waiting patiently for Stank to return to the chair.*

Stank - Oh... never mind them. Ladies I appreciate everything, but you can go.

*The masseuse and medical attendant gather their stuff and leave.*

Stank - You hungry?

STFB - I could eat.

Stank - Well let me get dressed and we'll catch up.

*Stank adjusts his robe and disappears into the bedroom of his suite. A few minutes later he comes back out dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and a grey linen sports jacket.*

STFB - You look nice.

Stank - Thanks. You ready?

STFB - Actually.... Could we order room service?

Stank - Uh... Shannon... I...

STFB - No, no, no... I didn't mean it THAT way.

*Shannon starts fidgeting and looking around the room all aloof.*

Stank - What's up with you, Shannon?

STFB - Nothing... I just don't want to... go out.

Stank - ...okay... but there's no kitchen at this hotel. There is a nice restaurant next door.

STFB - Okay.

Stank - You okay?

STFB - I'm Fine. Let's go eat.

*Stank walks over and puts his arm around Shannon.*

Stank - Tell me what's wrong.

*Shannon hesitates for a moment then relents.*

STFB - It's.... your brother.

Stank - Jared? What about him? You know him?

STFB - We met and there's nothing... wrong. I'll tell you more at the restaurant.

Stank - You two aren't dating, are you?

STFB - No.

Stank - Then...

STFB - Let's GO boss.

Stank - I'm not your boss anymore.

STFB - Okay then how about Champ.

Stank - Ah you heard about that.

STFB - I catch OOWFtv when I can.

Stank - Well you don't have to call me that either. Just call me Lucas.

STFB - ... or maybe I can call you... brother-in-law?

Stank -

STFB -

Stank - What?

FADE

[BookerShark]

Chris Evans is seen in the GFY Locker Room with an ankle brace and a lot of rib-tape.

Evans: So it seems like I’m not the pushover that you were expecting me to be, huh Alex?

Darling, I beat you with badly damaged ribs and an ankle that for all intents and purposes should be broken.

And you still keep going on and on about how your goal is to become the next Onslaught champion. Alex, you and I both know that you are not how you used to be. I took down Davin Moreland in the tournament and took Stank to his physical limit. And what did you do? Oh yeah, you lost to Niles fucking Anderson.

What happened to you Alex? What happened to the man who made a name for himself by torturing and carving his initials into Moose’s flesh? I’ll tell you what happened: you got soft, Alex! In one year, you’ve turned from one of the best in the business, a proud holder of the World Champion, into what you are today: a whiny little emo pussy BITCH!

You know, maybe this business is no longer for you, Alex. Hell, when was the last time you even held any kind of belt in this company? Last year? Hell, even when you were World Champ, you barely had a winning record. Maybe instead of further embarrassing yourself like this, you should focus more of your time on searching for your runaway bride Firewoman, and leave the wrestling to the future of this company, namely yours truly.

This business isn’t for the weak Alex, so I’m expecting you to bring your A-game, that is, if you’ve still got it in you. I sure as hell know that you didn’t bring it last week. Cause if you worry about Fire for one second, it’ll be the beginning of the end for you.

Eco has already taken your wife and has all but destroyed your mind. This Wednesday, I intend to finish what he started, and destroy your career.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is WALKING~! down the hallway when he stops by the office of the President. He opens the door and "Hail To The Chief" plays.

Eco: Do you have that cued up to play upon opening the door, Mr. President?

President: Well, "advertising is the life of trade," my boy. "Heroism is not only in the man, but in the occasion"--or, in this case, the aesthetics.

Eco surveys the President carefully.

Eco: I see...would you be willing to take a few moments to, say, listen to a proposal, Mr. President?

President: "It takes a great man to be a good listener," and I shall do my best to be great.

Eco: (smiling) I see. Well, thank you, President Calvin Coolidge, for your time. You see, I have a business proposal for you today.

President: Capital! "The business of America is business," after all.

Eco: I thought that framing might appeal to you. You see, I noticed you've been having a little bit of trouble with General Manager TheRick over the past week or two.

President: Indeed. I am becoming concerned that our General Manager sees fit to pass over my obvious talents in favor of giving long-tenured inferiors a chance. You should never "expect to build up the weak by pulling down the strong."

Eco: Quite agreed, Mr. President. I do believe your opponent this week, Mr. Moosehead Jack, doesn't always understand that. But he does understand my value as a business partner, and I believe you will come to as well.

Here are my cards on the table. I am hated in this company, Mr. President. Despised beyond belief for my past shows of strength and power. I am a rogue nation, Mr. President, and am hated for my values, my prosperity, and my freedom. Now, I believe I can bring some influence to your conversations with TheRick. However, I would need to see a show of diplomatic good faith. I would need you to give a sign of loyalty now, stand by my side when the chips are down. If you are willing...you will find a reward.

President: An attractive proposition. In many ways, Mr. Muyo, in the way we view this company and nation, we are of a similar mind. But on the other hands, "one of the most important accomplishments of my administration has been minding my own business."

Eco: Ah, but Mr. President, "no person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave." Give now, be content with your honor, and receive later.

President: (smirking, extending hand) You have made your sale.

The two shake hands as we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack walk into the Destroyatorium, they see DH and Spencer talking at the bar and Ashley playing with Shotglass. Jack heads over to talk to DH, and Danny heads over to Ashley. Danny reaches down and pats Shotglass on the head, and then makes eye contact with Ashley and signs the letters D V D. Ashley starts to chuckle and Danny looks confused.

Ashley: He is in the back.

Danny raises his eyebrow still confused, but heads towards the back. Spencer sees this and motions for the other members of D&D to follow. Danny swings open the door to the back, and all three are frozen in their tracks. Before them DVD is seen wearing jeans and a t-shirt, drenched in sweat and struggling to push a full keg up a homemade ramp. His back is to the door, so he doesn't notice the others enter the room. The boys watch him struggle for a moment before speaking up.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for what the hell are you doing mate?

DVD: (without turning around) Prepping for our match this week.

DH: I think you got it backwards, we wrestle, you manage.

DVD: (grunting) Yeah, but it's a street fight this week, and I can't fuss at you guys for not being prepared if I'm not prepared as well.

DH: It's a street fight, I would say we are ready for that, what's the worst that can happen.

DVD: (finally letting the keg go and turning to face the boys) Last time we where in a street fight, I was crucified on the ring with barbwire. I'm not taking any chances this time.

OBJ: Something tells me Larson and Eric aren't going to be as violent as Moose and Stank where.

DVD: Maybe not, but they are notorious for carrying around some Brass Knuckles, and no offense Danny but Prentiss has a way better MMA record then you ever did.

Danny nods his head in agreement.

DVD: And let's not forget that they've been running around with a whole posse of other people that could get involved. We can't fool ourselves we are going into this handicapped. They have the numbers, and are sneakier then us. All of us need to be ready to go, so that means more prep work for me.

With that DVD turns back to the Keg and starts trying to push it up the ramp again.

Danny looks to the others and shrugs before heading over and grabbing another keg. He places it on his shoulders and starts doing squats . OBJ and DH exchange glances before breaking out in smiles.

DH: Wouldn't hurt to add a little more prep time to the schedule.

OBJ: Sounds good to me mate (Yelling back into the bar proper) Hey you two sheilas, We are gonna need you to order some more kegs.... and 12 cases of Fosters.

DH: And a carton of Pizza Rolls.

Across the room Danny throws DH a confused look.

DH: Don't underestimate the power of some well cooked pizza rolls.

OBJ: And if eating them doesn't help, you can always burn em with the cheese.

DH and OBJ exchange knuckle bumps as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

*We rejoin D&D back in the Destroyitarium. DVD has multiple ice packs on various body parts, Mags and OBJ are doing 25 ounce curls with cans of Fosters, and DDT is doing military presses with a keg. Scheme Gene walks into the scene.*

OBJ(drinks, belches): Australian for look what the cat dragged in.

SG: Gentleman, any chance you'd do another Road Warriors promo?

DHM: Maybe if Karmic or CIA were writing this, but not right now. Outback Jack has only had one cup of coffee as he's writing this promo.

*Kayfabe grabs one of DVD's icepacks and throws it at Mags, who ducks. The icepack sails past him and nails Gene in the groin. As he doubles over, OBJ grabs his microphone and holds it up to Mags*

DHM: I'll give ya something for the hotline, Gene. Prentiss can bring his mixed martial arts skills, but he might be bringing a knife to a gunfight.

[BookerShark]

~~~ At The OOWF arena, a House show is underway. The Powers of Spain (Barbariosa & El Warlord) are in the ring with the Team From Across the Pond (Nigel Anderson Ducksworth the Third & Colnel Sherlock Wainright) Barbariosa tags in El Warlord, whips Ducksworth into the ropes and BIG DOUBLE SHOULDERBLOCK! Nigel crumbles and El Warlord covers 1....2....3! Random jOOber music plays, when suddenly "Walk This Way" blasts out across the Loudspeakers and Chad Madison, Zane Myers & Davin Moreland come down the ramp, OOWF Campeonas de Trios around their waists. Davin has a mic (naturally) and once the crowd dies down, he speaks) ~~~

Davin: I want to introduce avery special guest for the evening, a member of one of the legendary wrestling families...... Hector Guerrero!

~~~ Cheesy mariachi music is heard and sure enough, Hector Guerrero walks to ringside, waving at the fans, and yes, holding a mic ~~~

Davin: Hector is here to translate for the people here. Despite living so close to the border, apparently my comrades don't speak Spanish either, and I don't want to deny these great folks the chance to hear me speak.

I know Chad & Zane have been busy whoopin' the asses of Poe's lackeys, and I have had my own issues with Fuck That Guy, but seriously, we can't find time in the past two months or so to book ONE Trios Match? I mean, we did pioneer the division, and are clearly better than everyone else, but would it be too much to ask to have ONE LOUSY TITLE DEFENSE?

~~~ Hector translates for the live crowd. Texshark doesn't speak Spanish either, so no translation for the readers at home ~~~

Chad: So, like we always do, we're taking the bull by the horns and issueing an OPEN CHALLENGE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! Any three guys here and ready to go get your hides down here and let's get this rodeo underway!!

~~~ Hector translates. after a 45 second pause, they erupt in cheers Generic Rock music strikes up and El Chupacabra, El Gato Furioso & Chile Bean Amezaga head to ringside slapping each other on the back and pointing at the ring. A referee takes the last bite of his burrito and huffs to the ring and we're underway!

Gato Furioso starts with Zane. Zane locks up with him, whips him into the ropes MAFIA KICK! Zane pulls him up DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX! GORDBUSTER! SLINGHSOT SUPLEX! The crowd pops loudly as Davin gets the tag in.

Davin circles Furioso, waiting for him to get to his feet REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Davin poses.. and tags in Chad! Chad scrambles to the top... SOMERSAULT LEG DROP!

Amezaga and Chupacabrqa have seen enough and they attack. It takes Zane and Davin .00004 seconds to clear them from the ring. Zane hoists Gato on his shoulders, as Davin AND Chad both take to to turnbuckles. DOUBLE DROPKICK DEVICE! Chad makes the loose cover and gets 1.....2.....3!!! Winners, in 1:56; and STILL OOWF Campeonas de Trios, Run DLP!

The referee hans the Champions their belts and Chad grabs a mic to addresses the crowd ~~~

Chad: See Rick? That's all it takes. Don't forget about the Campeonas de Trios, RUN D....L....P!!!! (Zane, Chad & Davin raise their hands with the Run DLP sign) Thank You Rio!

~~~ Hector translates, and 10 seconds later, as Run DLP is heading up the ramp, the crowd erupts in cheers while "Walk This Way" blasts and we fade to black..... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem walks into the Destroyitarium, surveying the area as Drink & Destroy calls to attention.

Eco: I see you gentlemen have been working.

DH: What d'you want, Juni?

DVD: In case your fancy math isn't working out and you were thinking of trying something, there are four of us, and one of you.

DDT cracks his knuckles.

Eco: No worries at all, my friends. I just noticed you were all facing two of my former partners in DEVILS, and I was curious as to how you were preparing.

OBJ: (belches) The best kind of way, mate. (Jack continues to pump Foster's)

Eco: Interesting...for a Rio Street Fight. That's why you're preparing...with Foster's. Seems like it's not the best way to plan.

DH: You been in a lot of Rio Street Fights?

Eco: I know that if you're going up against the "Brass Knuckle Kings," there are better ways to prepare. (Eco takes out a pair of brass knuckles as he walks up to DDT.) Snuck these out of Eric's room, his extra extra pair. Why don't you see how these feel?

DDT smacks the knuckles away, and they clatter against the floor.

Eco: ...Still?

Eco begins convulsing with laughter.

Eco: Oh, he still has objections to weapons? That's hilarious! Just hilarious.

DVD: Get out of here, Juni.

Eco: Sure thing.

Eco picks up the brass knuckles and places them securely on his fist.

Eco: Just be aware, Taylor. By throwing the weapon to the side, you leave the weapon in my hands. And however I choose to use this tool...well, I want you to watch me this week, and decide if your decision was really all that wise.

Eco exits as the members of Drink and Destroy glare.

FADE