OOWF MADNESS 7 PPV

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OOWF MADNESS 7 Live!
From Ica, Peru
Sunday March 27, 2011

~~~ Cut to GM The Eco's Office at the OOWF Arena in Portoviejo, Ecuador. The Wrestlers are gathered around waiting for the line-up for MADNESS 7 to be posted before they depart for Peru. The door slowly opens, and the Sexy Nurse appears and waves at Chad ~~~

SN: Hi Cowboy-san. You remember me?

Chad: Oh YEAH! We (does the airquotes thing) "Wrestled" for the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Title in Japan last summer!

SN: Yes. We had good times.

Chad: So, where's Eco with the line-up?

SN: Oh no, Mr. Muyo-san have much head trauma right now and cannot be doing any work. He say for all of you to travel to Peru and He have matches ready there.

~~~ The crowd begins to rumble as everyone is upset and annoyed about wasting their time. The Sexy Nurse winks at Chad and closes the door. Wrestlers begin to disperse and we fade.... ~~~

*Ecosystem comes back from seeing to The President's latest round of injuries, and sees that the line up hasn't been posted. He barks some orders to the folks standing around, who scurry off and come back with said line up, and post it on the door.*

World Heavyweight Title Match
Stank v. Psykle

Intercontinental Title Match
Ecosystem v. Stan Fulton

World Tag Team Title Match
Brass Knuckle Kings v. Drink and Destroy

Best of Seven Series (Series tied 3-3)
Texpress v. Flyin' Hawaiians

Cage Match
Tytan v. LD Williams

Firewoman v. The President (stips tba)
Team Awesome (Davin/Sparxx) v. Team Ambien (Folz/Evans)
DH Magnusson v. Darius Prentiss
Alexander Darling v. El Lobo Sangriento

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*Fade in to the bar across the street from the OOWF Arena in Portoviejo, Ecuador, where we find El Lobo Sangriento CELEBRATING~! his second consecutive win. Quietly, and in much pain, having just suffered a post-match beating the likes of which will go down in the annals of OOWF history as having occurred…

ELS: (looking directly into the ninja cameraman’s ninjacam) Sweet merciful crap! Crusher, you just kicked the shit out of me. Seriously, dude. I’ll gladly take the win, but I’m going to need a few celebratory drinks for the pain. OOWF: consider yourselves on notice – last week, some nice folks bought me some welcome drinks. This week, it’s on me. We've got plenty of time before the flight to Peru leaves. Come one come all. This wolf is ready to howl!

*FADE*

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Firewoman is SHOWERING~! Ha, no...she's done, and Eliot Spencer is at the Darling Luxury Suites.

FW: You really have to go? I thought you were going to stay and travel with us for a while.

ES: Naw. I know we had a whole thing planned, but since your GM blew my cover I have to do some damage control. Act in a few episodes, do another album.....

FW: Did we just break the fourth wall?

ES: I think we did.

He gives Fire a hug as Alexander Darling comes in, slightly scowling, but then covers it up.

AD: Leaving so soon?

ES: Yeah, have some things I need to take care. Thanks for the tickets...GREAT show, by the way.

AD: Thanks.

Eliot becomes conscious of the fact he still has his arm around Fire's shoulder, and quickly removes it.

ES: Right...well, she's all yours Alex.

FW: Excuse me? Since when was I property to be passed back and forth?

Alexander and Eliot share a look, and Eliot holds out his hand.

ES: Seriously man...good to meet you.

AD: Yeah, you too.

They shake hands, and Eliot pulls Alexander in for a manly hug.

ES *whispering* Hurt her, you die.

AD: Yeah, stand in line on that one.

Eliot gives Fire another hug and a peck on the cheek and leaves. Fire closes the door smiling, and turns around to see Alex looking at her strangely.

FW: What? Nothing happened.

AD: Uh huh. About your match...do you even care how The President is doing?

FW: No.

AD: Fire...

FW; I care about having to decide in 72 hours whether I want to be commissioner.

AD: Well, do you want to talk about it?

FW: ...

AD: ...

FW: Yes. But not with you.

AD: What? Why?

FW: Because you sometimes tell me what I want to hear. No, I need to talk to the man whose idea this was. I'm going to go see Stank.

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VIP Suite, The Best Hospital in Portoviejo, Ecuador

The President, now double-covered in bandages from head-to-toe, legs in raised casts, now rests in his obscenely comfortable bed after Eco secured the finest in South American medical transport. No one is present, not even Sexy Nurse. His breathing is regular, heart-beat steady.

Slowly, however, the mattress and blankets begin turning a deep red. A beeping alarm goes off, and within seconds nurses rush in to assess the problem. Seeing the newly blood-soaked blankets and bed, a new one is wheeled in while The President is checked out. The wounds in his back have re-opened, causing bright fresh blood to gush back out. After closing them again, reapplying the salve and bandages and gauze, the nurses move President to the new bed. The movement stirs him into brief consciousness, and in a moment before he falls back asleep again he speaks, to a baffled medical staff.

TP: 2-0, me.

FADE

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As the last few thousand fans trickle out of the Portoviejo Civic Center or whatever it's called, "Let It Rock" starts to play. The arena goes white as the silhouettes or J-P Sparxx and Jewel comes through the entrance. J-P does his Orton-esque pose, wearing a Green Bay Cheese Head as Jewel shimmies in front of him, holding golf balls in front of her eyes. They then make their way to the ring, with a spattering of cheers and boos.

J-P holds the ropes for Jewel, and she straddles the second rope, pulls up her skirt a bit, smacks her fine ass and shakes it for J-P before entering the ring, drawing a few more cheers.

J-P acts like he's having a heart attack as he enters the ring. He then takes a microphone from someone at ringside still and climbs the turnbuckle for another Orton-esque pose. He then climbs down and starts to speak.

J-PS: Yo, Portoviejo, make sum noise!

Cheap pop gets some cheers from the remaining crowd.

J-PS: Yo, ur new #1 Contendah has sum things ta say 'bout da PPV Sunday, so listen up. It's me an' Davs, a GFY reunion, for a one night engagement!

Jewel grabs J-P's hand, pulling the mic to her.

Jewel: Did'ja say engagement??

J-P looks at the camera, then takes Jewel's head in his hands, kisses her forehead, and takes the mic back.

J-PS: Easy baby. Davs, bro, ya had ta plant that seed, huh?

J-P looks menacingly at the camera, then smiles.

J-PS: As I was sayin', me and Davs get ta face dose two bitches, Matt Folz and Chris Evans. Folz, I'll start wi'ch'oo. Mattie Lice.

Jewel laughs, tapping her fingers though her shiny, straitened hair.

J-PS: Mattie Lice, I'll be honest wi'cha. I kinda respected ya. We teamed up once. We did okay. Yous was on da opposite side of our teams, but'cha had ma respect, dawg. I used ta think Davs went too far with that "Fuckthatguy" stuff. But'cha know what? He was right. Fuck you. You nuthin' but a punkass bitch, knowwhatI'msayin'? An' before ya run ya mouth, who beat'cha just a few short weeks ago? Dis guy! I was comin' after ya son, den ya had you Interconsequental Championship taken from ya. An' ya stood der like a li'l bitch an' did nuthin'! Be a man, son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Nah, ya probobly don't, so here, take dis cheesehead, tho ya don't deserve it since these guys are real champs, and shove it up ur ass! Benedict Redneck? Hi kettle, you're black.

J-P rips the cheese head off and tosses it into the stands.

Jewel: No, I'm black. He a white ass crackuh.

J-PS: Jewel baby, work with me. Now, dat brings us ta Chris Evans.

J-P leans on the ropes. he seems a little lost in thought.

J-PS: Pussyheart. Ya bitch. I never liked you. Ya never liked me. It is what it is, knowwhatI'msayin'? But'cha know what? We was a team, son. Dawgs or not, WE WAS A TEAM. Or do ya not know what dat means? I hope for da sakes of the Brass Knob Kings an' Mattie Ice ya learned by now. Tell me sumthin' BRO, it feels good ta fin'lly have ur balls drop don't it?

Jewel drops down in front of J-P and holds the golfballs in the palm of her hand, spinning them in her hands in front of J-P's crotch. This draws a few cat calls from the crowd.

J-PS: Pussyheart, we were GFY. Now it seems you thought it stood for Go Find Yourself. Nah, BRO. You gon' find out it meant GO FUCK YOURSELF!

Before J-P can continue, a shrill woman's voice cries out.

SWV: POR FAVOR!

Hated Middle Aged Female Journalist, Vida Guerrero makes her way out. The crowd boos wildly.

VG: POR FAVOR!!

The crowd boos as loud as it possibly can as Vida makes her way to ringside.

VG: POR FAVOR!!!

Jewel starts to take off her earrings and hands them to J-P. She kicks off her heels. She then starts to shimmy out of her miniskirt, exposing her sexy li'l leopard print thong. Jewel kicks her skirt off towards J-P, who catches it, but looks bewildered.

Jewel gets a running start and dives through the ropes onto Vida. The crowd erupts. Jewel straddles Vida and starts slapping her and yanking her hair. The crowd cheers and J-P leans on the ropes, trying not to laugh at this, but failing.

Finally security comes out and pulls Jewel off of Vida. However a few of the guards are a little handsy with Jewel. J-P runs, hits the far ropes, and comes back, somersaulting onto the guards. The fans cheer this as well. J-P gets up quickly, punching out the other guards and grabs the mic from a cowering Vida.

J-PS: No one touches ma girl mutha fuckahs!!

Jewel starts to kick a few of the security guards.

J-PS: So, as I was sayin', Pussyheart, Mattie Lice, we gon' do dis. The best dis bizness has evah seen, an' da future best dis bizness has evah seen, The New Mr. Pay-Per-View, we gon' show you why you just ain't got it bitches, KNOWWHATI'MSAYIN'?

J-P throws the mic at the guards as the chorus for "Let It Rock" plays again. J-P puts his arm around Jewel, holding her close. They make their way back towards the entrance. They pass a camera as they do.

J-PS: The Spark's gon' git'cha bitches. Deuces ma' fuckahs.

Jewel flips off the camera as they head through the curtain.

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* A party is in full swing at the Destroyitarium. DH Magnusson and Dashing Victor Deniro are playing pool, with Gus Johnson doing play by play commentary. Scheme Gene catches up to Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack.*

SG: Gentlemen, don't you think your win over the Brass Knuckle Kings was somewhat tainted?

OBJ: Whatever do you mean by that?

SG: Your use of brass knuckles to win the match!

OBJ: Danny, did you use brass knuckles?

*DDT shakes his head*

SG: You know I wasn't referring to Danny! Outback Jack, you were the one who did it!

OBJ (drinks, belches): Australian for you're wrong, mate. It wasn't me.

SG: But it was on OOWF TV! You can't deny what happened.

*OBJ smiles, and then his face transforms into that of Jack of the Hinterlands*

JH: It was me. Got a problem with that?

*SG does the gulp of fear and shakes his head, then pulls out a handkerchief to mop his brow and backs away. Jack's expression returns to that of Outback Jack*

Gus Johnson: EIGHT BALL IN THE CORNER POCKET!

*DDT points a finger at himself*

OBJ: Right, you've got next. Try to win fast so I can have a go at it.

*DDT nods and smiles*

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CUT to a very quiet locker room not long after Mayhem. There are no parties, no bartenders, no music, no fancy furniture. Sitting alone, taking off his boots, is the Crusher, his back to the door. His axe handle is leaning on the bench next to him.

He begins to talk, as if aware he's on OOWF-TV via NinjaCam 5000™.

"Muyo-san, I would like to express my extreme gratitude to you for allowing me to be part of your coronation ceremony. It was lovely. The streamers and colorful bunting really made this hell hole of a country look hospitable.

"I would like to apologize to the birds, however. That was extremely rude to startle them like that. Shaking their cage and smashing it against Juni's face. They really were riled up. I probably shouldn't have opened that cage so close to your face, Muyo-san. So apologies to you as well.

"This Sunday, GM Junichiro, assuming you don't use your leadership role's powers and weasel out of it, I face you for the Intercontinental Championship. I have waited a long time for a title opportunity. And as you can see, I have no distractions to keep me from this mission. There is no party going on here. My attaché and staff are in another room. They will keep the distractions away from me.

"I am focused on only one thing. Defeating you for that title. I will take that next step towards becoming one of the OOWF's Grand Slam champions. I will take my rightful place atop this company. Stank as World Champion and myself as Intercontinental Champion. The two biggest men in this company shall lead. It will be glorious.

"But that all starts Sunday at Madness 7.

"Madness. It's an apropos name for what is happening here. It is a madness that has overcome this company. It is never good for business when a regular employee is running the company. There are examples from before: Vince in the WWF-slash-WWE, Eric Bischoff at WCW, Eric Bischoff in TNA. When one self-indulgent man controls all, the product suffers.

"However, Muyo-san, you seem to be sharing the power amongst the roster. This too is bad for business. Now I'm not saying Stank and Fire cannot do the job, but they are not impartial. Now, Rick, even though he could sometimes be an ass, he was at least fair about most things. Are you Juni? Will you let this match Sunday take place without last-minute stipulations? Without your semi-trained lapdog, The President, interfering?

Crusher has finished removing his boots and he gets up from the bench and turns to face the camera.

"We shall see, won't we. But I can promise you, Juni, that I will be ready. I will take that title that you took from Matt Folz, only I will take it from you by wrestlin' for it.

"Enjoy the damn pain."

Crusher pushes the camera out of the room and shuts the door as we FADE.

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A sexy Peruvian woman is standing outside the Ica Coliseum with a special report.


SPW: Hola OOWF fans, my name is Maria Conchita Alonso Angel Olazabal-Martinzez, with a special report from Ica, Peru. This Sunday is the upcoming OOWF Pay-Per-View, Madness 7, live from the Ica Coliseum. Among the matches are the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Stank defending against the challenger, Psykle. We will also see the finale of the epic best of seven series between Texpress and the Flyin' Hawai'ians.

However, we have just received word that there will be a special one-time appearance by one of the most famous wrestlers in the world to ever come out of Latin America. There has been no word on the identity of this legend of the industry, but speculation is running rampant. You'll have to tune in, live, on Sunday, starting at 8:00 PM eastern and Peruvian time, to find out.

Once agian, from Ica, peru, this is Maria Conchita Alonso Angel Olazabal-Martinez, signing off.

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*Stank is packing his bags for the long bus ride to Ica, Peru. He grabs his World Title belt and stacks it on top of the rest of his gear. He zips it up and looks around for anything he might have missed. He pulls on a 5X, black and gray, Affliction like, OOWF T-Shirt with his name in large letters on the front. He reaches into the pocket of his Black Label jeans and pulls out his watch. He checks the time before strapping it on his wrist as Firewoman knocks and enters in.*

Stank - Fire, good to see you.

FW - You too champ.

Stank - Congratulations on your win.

FW - Yeah I wanted to talk to you about that.

Stank - Okay. The bus doesn't leave for another hour. I haven't had my morning coffee. Hopfully catering hasn't left, yet.

FW - Passed it by on the way here. I think they're still there.

*Stank grabs his wallet and he and Firewoman walk out of his locker room headed for catering.*

Stank - So... you're not sure about taking the commisioner's position.

FW - I don't know. I'm not really the type.

Stank - I understand. I just thought of it as an extra measure to stick it to The President for what he did.

FW - I appreciate it, but I think I got plenty revenge out of him last night.

Stank - True... but what I was also thinking was that you and I could keep your former sensei from getting out of control.

FW - I'm not sure I'm the best candidate for that.

Stank - You're a better candidate than The President.

*Stank and Fire arrive at catering. Unfortunately Flair has broken down his stand which means none of the good coffee is available. Stank looks over at a nearby table which has a coffee machine with decanter setup. There is also a half dozen box of non-Dunkin Doughnuts next to the coffee machine. Stank sighs and rolls his eyes at the sight. Eric O'Mac walks by the box, picks up one of the doughnuts, sniffs it, then throws it against the wall in disgust. He walks away while Stank and Firewoman shake their heads as what remains of the doughnut (Jelly apparently) slides slowly down the wall leaving a sticky trail of blueberry goo.*

Stank - I hope the coffee's good.

FW - Do you really want to take the chance?

Stank - It should be good enough to hold me til we get to Ica.

*Stank walks over and pours himself some coffee. He tastes the lukewarm flavorless, liquid and concludes that it will not do. He spits it back into the paper cup and tosses it into a nearby garbage can.*

Stank - Well that dog won't hunt. There's a bar across the street. You want to walk with me?

FW - Sure.

*Stank and Fire head down a hallway on their way out the front door of the arena. They walk through the parking lot and head over to the bar across the street from the arena. Inside, the bar is mostly empty of patrons besides the rookie El Lobo Sangriento sitting quietly in a corner. Stank walks up to the bar, and in Spanish, orders coffee.*

Stank - You want one?

FW - Sure I'll take one.

*Stank orders an additional coffee and he and Firewoman take a seat at the table closest to them.*

Stank - Okay Fire tell me exactly what your reservations are about taking the commissioner's job.

FW - Isn't it obvious...? Sensei.

*Stank looks annoyed.*

Stank - Why are you still calling him that?

*Firewoman looks down at the table not knowing exactly how to answer. She notices an ant making off with a breadcrumb. She's startled when Stank smashes his hand down on top of the ant with a loud smack! Stank looks at his hand, surveying the damage. He grabs a napkin and wipes the remnants of the ant and crumb onto it.*

FW - I don't know why I'm still calling him that.

Stank - You're lying.

FW - How do you know?

*Firewoman looks up and sees Stank staring at her. She become mildly annoyed at this.*

FW - What does it matter? It's part of the reason I'm hesitant about working close with him.

Stank - You're really afraid you would fall back under his influence?

FW - Let's go with that.

Stank - Fire I'm..

*Stank's words are interupted by the arrival of their coffee. Stank thanks the waiter, then takes a sip.*

Stank - Ah.. much better.

*Stank scoops a little sugar into his cup. He sniffs the small container of cream provided by the waiter then pours a little into his cup. He takes another sip of his coffee and watches Fire as she prepares her cup to her liking.*

Stank - Fire I wouldn't let Juni influence you like that.

FW - Like you didn't before?

Stank - I didn't... We thought... I thought you were...

*Firwoman holds up her hand stopping Stank from completing his thought.*

FW - I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. It wasn't your fault.

Stank - Lisa it...

*Firewoman bristles at the mention of her name.*

Stank - Fire... it wasn't your fault either.

FW - Here's the thing... As much as I hate to admit it... I was weak. It's why I don't like people calling me by my first name. When they do... it reminds me... it reminds me of a time when I was weak. I know that's a personal problem, but I-

Stank - Fire... I get it. You don't have to explain.

FW - Sensei... Eco... still...

Stank - I know. I do now, at least.

FW - It's not like it was when I was with Poe. With Omar... despite it all I was still... me.

Stank - I'm sorry... I'm sorry I put you in this position. I didn't realize...

FW - How could you? It's not your fault.

Stank -

FW - I do get what you're trying to do though. And I don't necessarily disagree with your motive.

Stank - So... what are you saying?

FW - Nothing definite... I'm still trying to work this out. I wanted to talk to you because... I'm open to being... talked into it. It was your idea in the first place.

Stank - Well... we've been over the cons somewhat. Let's talk about the pros.

FW - Okay.

*Stank finishes off his coffee. Firewoman does the same. Stank rises from his seat. Waves to the bartender and says something positive to him in Spanish. The bartender laughs and says something amusing back to Stank who smiles and thanks the bartender before he and Firewoman walk out the door. As they do so, DVD and DDT walk in. Stank gives them a nod as he and Firewoman walk back toward the arena.*

Stank - I told the bartender our coffee back at the arena tastes like dirty water. He told me it must be American.

FW - You're a coffee snob.

Stank - No more than the next guy.

FW - So you were saying? The pros to taking this job are what?

Stank - Well despite your history I still think you could serve as a effective deterent to him running roughshod over the roster. What we're looking for here is a balance. Combine that with my having veto power and we effectively have a GM who will think twice about abusing his position. Imagine if we had that with Rick. Moose could've at least been able to pick another partner after I won the-

*Stank looks over and notices a sad look on Firewoman's face.*

Stank - We're going to get Moose back.

FW - It doesn't matter. He hates me. I crossed a line. One only I was capable of crossing.

Stank - He'll get over it.

FW - Like he has Alex?

Stank - You're his sister.

FW - Which is why he won't ever get over it.

Stank - No... it's why he will. I have a brother who-

FW - It's not the same.

Stank - It may not be but it was no less difficult. My brother was 17 years old when he started wrestling. 17.. a kid... I was 21 and no less a kid. We found ourselves in Mexico where they didn't care about his age. Jared is a natural. Better than me. It was his dream to become a professional "wrestler" and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't realize I am living his dream. Pro "Wrestling" saved us both for a time.

I killed our father for beating our mother when I was fifteen. Jared loved our father. He resented me for years afterwards. He knew why I did it, but it didn't matter. In his eyes I was the man who murdered our father. I thought he'd never forgive me. It wasn't until he and I went to Mexico and started a tag-team together that our relationship got better.

*Stank pauses for a moment as he fights emotion. Firewoman puts a hand on Stank's arm, but Stank holds up his hand begging her off.*

Stank - A year later we found ourselves in Japan. The money was good and the life was better, than in Mexico. The fans loved us. We bought an apartment. Sent money back home to mom to help take care of our sister Simone. I was so caught up in the job, the fans, and being a good worker, I hadn't realized what "the life" so to speak was doing to my brother. He got caught up on the wrong side of what this business can do to you if you're not careful. Six months after being there Jared got into some trouble in Japan. Got caught up with the local Yakuza crime syndicate. Got a girl pregnant and pretty much made a fool of himself and our promotion. What the fuck does anyone know about being in love at 18 years old? I had to get him out of there before he got us killed. I wasn't gentle about it either. We didn't start speaking cordially to each other again until last year. My point is... Through it all. I never lost sight of who Jared is. He is my brother and I will always love him no matter what. We hurt each other. It takes time to get over it, but we did.

FW - But you and your brother grew up together.

Stank - I wouldn't say that. It was prety contentious. He ran away when he was 13 and was gone for six years. Before that our relationship was pretty rocky. Thanks to our dad mostly.

FW - Okay fine but to not put too fine a point on it. Moose is not you.

Stank -

FW - Whatever mechanism you have inside you that allows for forgivness... it's not in him.

Stank -

FW -

Stank - You're wrong. I won't get into why because I'm afraid we've gone off topic.

FW - *sigh*

Stank - Listen. I think you will be fine as the commissioner. I'll be around to help you. Alex...

FW - You don't have to look so pained to say his name.

Stank - I just don't get you tw- OW!

*Firewoman shakes her hand after having punched Stank on his arm. Stank raises both his hands in surrender.*

Stank - Look I've accepted the fact that you're married to him... I don't get it *Fire raises her fist* BUT, but, but I accept it. And he genuinely seems to care about you. My point is he is there for you. And you know LD has your back. We're not going to let Eco hurt you.

FW -

Stank - But if you don't want to do this. I completely understand and won't hold it against you.

FW - *sigh* You're not supposed to give me an out! I need you to talk me into this.

Stank - Doesn't it burn you that even from his hospital bed The President still mocks you?

FW -

Stank - You take his job and what does he have left?

FW-

Fade

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Firewoman stares down at her coffee.

FW: *sighs* I wish Moose was here to talk to about it. Even if he isn't talking to me....

Stank: I know... But again...Taking the President's job after landing him in the hospital....

FW: Okay. I'll do it.

Stank: Yes? You're sure?

FW: El Presidente can mock me all he wants. Fact is I'm walking around and he's laid up in a hospital, and he's lucky he's not in the morgue. Yet.

Stank: You ... you don't want to talk to Alex about it?

FW: Nah....he'll be fine with it.

Stank: Fantastic! I promise, we'll have your back this time and --

FW: Two conditions.

Stank: *sigh* Of course, there are....

FW: Well, three, really. You already convinced Sens....Muyo to rehire Moose.

Stank: Mostly...but as Commissioner that would be in your realm so it'd be all you.

FW: Excellent...second....the minute I feel like I'm....slipping....I'm out.

Stank: Got it. No argument from me there, either.

FW: In fact, I'd like a go-between, so I don't even have to talk to him.

Stank: Well, we'll see what we can do. I can't promise that. Maybe Lucky can do it.

FW: Maybe....

Stank: Third thing?

FW: I want to name the stipulation for my match at Madness.

Stank: Against The President?

FW: Yes. I have no idea why Ecosystem wants to torture him so much but there you have it. I want to name it.

Stank: I'll see what I can do, but Fire...

FW: Yes?

Stank: Aren't you playing into his hands? I mean, he thinks he beat you because you kicked his ass.

FW: That's because he and I are playing two very different games. I can't wait to be 3-0, no matter what he thinks.

Stank: What could you do to him that would make him any worse off than he is now.

FW: *smiling* Oh...I'm sure he's BURNING with curiosity about that....

Stank: Fire......not.....

FW: Yes, Stank. Make it happen, and you can call me Commissioner.

Stank: ... I'll see what I can do.

FADE

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*Davin and Samantha are in their locker room in Ica, taking in the previous promos. Samantha starts smiling.*

SDM: Why DID you plant that seed, anyway?

DM: It's every married person's sworn duty to make everyone else as miserable as we are. That's how people get married. It's like when parents try to talk you into having kids. Same thing.

SDM: Well, if that's not a ringing endorsement...

DM: *stretches out, revealing yet another "LD Williams is a fraud" t-shirt* Well, Ms. Jewel seems to think so. All she has to do is get J-P's parents in on it and-

SDM: Haven't you done enough?

DM: Probably.

SDM: Comments?

DM: Sure.

SDM: Well?

DM: Oh, now?

SDM: ...

DM: ...

SDM: YES! NOW! For fuck's sake, Davin.

DM: Oh, well, proved my point against the homosexual part of Supreme. Or BKK. Or The Supremes. Or "the two gay guys that hang out with Eric and Bryce". Doesn't matter. Even they knew what was up.

SDM: So now you've got this tag match...

DM: Yup, nothing like making people pay for a match they can get for free at 8:03 on Wednesday Nights.

SDM: You're supposed to HYPE this match, honey.

DM: Oh sure, leave it on ol' Davin to pop the buyrates. Fine. This match will be everything that's right in this company, achievement, excitement, excellence, skill, passion, intensity - vs. Team Ambien, who while they still capture that 18-34 Gay Men demographic, don't do much else. The charisma of Bret Hart mixed with the promo skills of John Morrison mixed with the technical skills of Kofi Kingston.

SDM: Kofi?

DM: Yeah, jumps around a lot doing things that look cool at first, but you look back on it and realize he's not doing much of anything other than jumping around. But it's ok, because he's not winning or doing anything noteworthy anyway.

SDM: K. So "Team Ambien" is a mix of Bret Hart, John Morrison and Kofi Kingston.

DM: Yes, but even more boring and pointless. I mean, you could throw the disappointment level of Shelton Benjamin or Samoa Joe in there. People who should have been something, but for whatever reason never were.

SDM: Ah, the "never was".

DM: Well, history will bear out that Team Ambien, while cute for a few weeks, ultimately turned out to be a great big nothing in the long-term history of OOWF. Because in order to go down in history, you need to create history. And Team Ambien is capable of creating nothing but a pop in people buying Dunkin' Donuts coffee just to keep themselves awake after hearing another "I know you are but what am I" promo that mentions me - which draws ratings, of course - but gives people no reason to care about them.

SDM: So basically, whenever they actually DO cut a promo, which is never - but when they do, the important thing is that they mention you, in order to make people care about the promo. Is that basically it?

DM: It is. You see it happen every week. People talk about ME, and people get time on OOWF-TV. They don't, and they get put on the backburner.

SDM: Rightfully so.

DM: So here it is - The Greatest of All-Time teams with The Hottest Commodity in OOWF Today to take on Team Ambien, whose "I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard" promo, mentioning Davin at least 4 times and no-selling the beating the took on Wednesday will certainly endear them to the masses.

SDM: Hardly seems fair.

DM: It's not. But these are the hits Davin Moreland and J-P Sparxx take for this company. Will we lower ourselves to a match completely below us in order to pop a weak PPV's buyrates? Yeah, Davin's a good company man. And J-P? Well, whether he likes this match or not, at least he learns how the game is played.

SDM: Speaking of games...Firewoman is the new commissioner?

DM: *shrugs* GM the Junichiro already made one mistake at that position. He just made another. There's one person in this company to fill both roles, as GM and Commissioner. The one with actual experience. But again, Davin Moreland wasn't asked, so Davin Moreland will also offer no advice, whether it's asked for or not. Just stay out of my way.

SDM: *laughs* That's not a threat, kids. Stay out of his way, and do whatever it is you want to do regardless. Nobody gets hurt.

DM: Thanks Officer Darling-Moreland.

SDM: That's Special Agent Darling-Moreland to you.

DM: Of course.

SDM: So your match?

DM: Should be a good one!

SDM: Great. It's all come to this.

DM: Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker! Deuces.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Darling Suites*

The locker room is in a state of chaos as everyone packs up and prepares the move to the next city. Lucky is packing up Fire's room since she's nowhere to be found. Sydney, Spencer, Ashley, and Alexis are busy packing up the other rooms, well Alexis is supervising since she still can't do much physical activity with the broken arm. But the one person who should be helping and isn't is Alexander because he's busy staring at television. A television that is going back and forth from Fire's match with President and her current coffee with Stank. Finally the door opens and Firewoman comes back into the suite and sees all of the hustle and bustle before starting to walk over and help Lucky. Everyone in the room is just kinda awkwardly staring back-an-forth between Alex and Fire.

Firewoman: What's everyone looking at?

Alex, upon hearing the voice, slowly turns and sees Fire.

Alexander: Everyone OUT!

Sydney: Alexander, I do not think...

Alexander: I said OUT.

Everyone starts to file out, including Fire.

Not you, Lisa.

Fire flinches hearing Alex call her by name. Lucky hangs back for a moment, but Fire nods and he follows everyone else out of the suites for the time being. Alexander continues to just sit on the couch staring at a now still split-screen image of a bloodied President and Fire sitting with Stank.

Firewoman: Is there something...

Alexander: Just don't.

A few more minutes of silence...

Firewoman: You know we have to pack up...

Alexander finally turns and looks at Fire. She's kinda sorta shuffling from foot to foot but staring right at Alex. An almost staring contest seems to start between the two...

Alexander: What am I to you?

Firewoman: Excuse me?

Alexander: I asked what I am to you? Because from what I can tell, I'm just the guy who's helping you get your life back together, but I'm also the guy you can't be bothered to talk to about what your planning. Or what you've done. I seem to be the guy who's stuck around for you while everyone else you cared about gave up on you. I'm the guy who understands everything you've been through, yet I'm the guy you won't...

Firewoman: STOP! Just stop Alex. I can't talk to you...I just can't. After everything I did...

Alexander: YOU didn't do it. It may have been your hands, but I know they weren't your actions.

Firewoman: But I'm still the one who did them. I'm the one who had to apologize.

Alexander: Not to me. Don't you see? Don't you get it? You never had to apologize to me because to me you never did anything wrong. You were lost and confused and broken...no one should have to apologize for that.

Firewoman: Some people expected and wanted apologies from me and they deserved them.

Alexander: Fine, do it for them if you feel you must but there’s only one person who needs to expect an apology from you.

Firewoman: He won’t even talk to me…

Alexander: Not him. Fuck him. He’s never once…ya know what, I’m not having that argument with you. But no, not him. The only person you need to apologize to is YOURSELF.

Firewoman: And what if I don’t feel like I deserve that?

Alexander: That’s something only you can decide Fire. But the rest of the shit you’re doing…it’s not going to help you find forgiveness or redemption. Bleeding President dry because he’s a total asshole isn’t going to help you. Proving you can work with Eco isn’t going to help you.

Firewoman: And if you’re so fucking smart, what is going to help me? Huh, answer that? If Alexander Darling knows everything, tell me what I have to do to help myself Alex because I’m doing the best I can and if that’s not good enough for you then I don’t know…

Alexander: Fire…Lisa, I never ever said you had to be good enough for me. I’ve always just wanted you to be yourself…*sighing* I know you’ve been through a lot and you always feel like there’s more you can do. More you can be and if I’ve ever put that pressure on you, then I’m sorry…but if we’re going to be anything in the future we have to be on the same page.

Firewoman: And what page is that? Because I don’t know if I can do what you’ve done. I’m not sure I can be the better person if someone attacks me. I can’t be a doormat. I’ve worked too hard.

Alexander: Is that what you think I am? A doormat? Because I’ve learned that sometimes everything can’t be solved by attacking someone in the hallways. Fire, not to break Kayfabe or anything, but being a “face” doesn’t mean you become a doormat. It just means you have to actually pick which battles matter. Folz, Evans and the rest of the Kings…they’ll get theres but it’ll be on MY terms, not theirs. If I went after them right away, then I fight them on their level and they win.

Firewoman: So you agree with President when he says he’s winning.

Alexander: No. Fuck him. If you wanna bleed him dry, by all means do it. I’d do it if I didn’t think I’d get in your way. That’s my point…he chose this battle and he chose how it was to be fought with what he did to you on the plane. How you respond, no matter how far you go, I feel as if you’re doing the right thing. This goes beyond that. It goes to the core of the issue Fire…being yourself and not proving yourself to anyone. Including me.

Firewoman: And if I feel like that proving myself includes working as commissioner, will you support that?

Alexander: If you truly feel that way, then yes. But 2 things you need to realize before you do it. First thing, stop taking me for granted. Stop taking everyone here for granted. We all want to help…and yes I mean WE ALL.

Firewoman: I don’t think…

Alexander: My sister may not be your biggest fan, but she also is willing to give you a chance…if you ever actually ask for it.

Firewoman: Fine. And the second thing…

Alexander: I’d rather discuss it away from prying cameras, but if you’re hell-bent on taking the job, I have some ideas…

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Chris Evans is in the SUPREME locker room. He appears to be laughing at something.

E: Heh-heh, HAHAHA! Darling, Darling, Darling. You just can’t seem to catch a break around here, can you? Was it worth it, Darling? To make your point about my win-at-all-costs attitude? To teach me a lesson? No, I know why you did it Alex

You did it just to humiliate me, didn’t you? You’ve never respected me, you’ve never took me seriously. You never thought I had “it.” Back when I was hanging around with DEA, you shoved me aside. Back when I was IC champ, you labeled me as a fluke. Back when I was Onslaught champ, well, see IC champ.

So tell me Darling. Was it worth it by trying to teach me a lesson? Cause you just screwed yourself in 2 ways. One, you’ve proven to the fans that you haven’t changed, not a damn bit. And two, you proved without a shadow of a doubt that you can’t beat me clean, so until further notice, you’re not getting anywhere close to my Onslaught title. Go jerk the curtain with the rookie. I would hope you can still beat him. Unless that is, you’re too involved with the drama caused by Firewoman.

Seriously Fire, hanging around Alex is making you weak and it makes me sick at what has happened to the strong-willed woman that brought me into the business. So for your sake, I hope that becoming the head of discipline around here makes you more like the Firewoman of old, and less like what you have basically lowered yourself to being: Alexander Darling’s little housewife.

Gus Johnson: OHHHH!!!! OHHHH!!!!!

E: And for Sparxx. GFY=Go Fuck Yourself, huh? Real clever. You come up with that one all by yourself, or did you need Davin’s help to carry you through that promo, just like you’re gonna need Davin’s help to carry you to a decent performance.

As for Davin, the only reason why people tune in to watch you is because you’re such an insufferable douchebag, the crowd wants nothing more than to see you get your ass handed to you. But I’m not doing this for a bunch of sheep that would turn on any of us the instant we can no longer entertain them. Fuck those people. Like everything else, I do this for myself.

For all the months I’ve had to spend being your bitchboy, I want the pleasure of kicking your ass all to myself. And maybe if Sparxx can take time away from sucking you off, he would see the same thing that I did: you held me back for your own achievements. You cared nothing about elevating me; it was all about a fucking bet to rub it in Darling’s face.

Thankfully, aside from throwing out some lame homophobic remarks, Davin can bring it in the ring. I know that Folz is starting to get his shit back together, and that this is gonna be one hell of a match, though. In fact, you wanna give your opinion on this match, Gus?

GJ: INSTANT CLASSIC!

E: That’s why you’re paid the big bucks, Gus.

Kings Reign Supreme!!

GS: HERE COMES THE PAIN!

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

*Davin and Samantha are WALKING~! to the door marked "Commissioner's Office" (written in Sharpie on a piece of cardboard). They walk in and we see Firewoman unpacking boxes.*

FW: Oh. Uh...hi.

DM: Madam Commissioner....

FW: Ugh, really?

DM: Madam Commissioner, I feel that there's a matter we need to bring to your attention.

FW: Um....ok....

DM: Madam Commissioner....

FW: Wow, that's not getting any better.

DM: Madam Commissioner, we have seen the advertising material for this upcoming PPV.

FW: MADNESS?

DM: Yes, that's the one.

SDM: Madam Commissioner...

FW: You too?

SDM: Madam Commissioner, we need to bring to your attention the match titled "Davin/Sparxx vs. Folz/Evans".

FW: What about it?

SDM: We feel that since this IS a PPV, that the title of the match should be something more memorable.

DM: Something people would care about. Not a title for a House Show in Duluth - no - something that people remember. Something catchy.

FW: What did you have in mind?

DM: "Team Awesome vs. Team Ambien"

FW: You haven't gotten "Team Ambien" over yet.

DM: I've only been trying for a couple hours!

SDM: Besides. If Davin said it, chances are that it's already over.

FW: *thinks* Have you spoken to Folz and Evans about this?

DM: Of course, Madam Commissioner. I can assure you they're on board.

SDM: Anything to sell a few more PPVs, right? They're just happy with any publicity they get, let's be honest here.

FW: That's probably true. So you're assuring me that all parties are ok with this?

DM: Trust me.

FW: Wow. Really?

*Samantha and Davin leave, as Firewoman goes back to unpacking boxes*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

We’re backstage, where Psykle is for once in an actual locker room, but he’s not alone. His mentor, Isaac Quincy is with him, and apparently giving the large man a pep-talk after his loss to Stank.

IQ: Look at it from the other side. You’ve been here for less than a quarter of a year, and not only did you have a match for the World Title, but you obviously impressed people enough that they are giving you a rematch at the PPV this Sunday. In addition, you were able to control your rage, and not resort to the use of the Dim Mak.

Psykle: You know I can’t let myself use it again. Not after the Kumite.

IQ: Yes, I am well aware of that. That’s why you and I left this business for eight years. We couldn’t let you get to the point of rage that results in that animal being unleashed. It’s been eight years though; no one thought they would ever see me in this business again, and we used those eight years away from the spotlight to retrain and refocus and get your rage under control…

Psykle: But that’s just it, I’m not under control. The hunger for that title is building inside me. I tried to steer clear, I wanted to work slowly to get up to the top, I didn’t want to have to have you here so soon to help me control it…

IQ: And that’s the point I’ve been trying to make to you. You don’t need me to help you control it. You can help yourself. The training, the meditation, the focus…

Psykle: All was for nothing. I realized that right before your limo showed up. You know what I was going to do to those four guys. I had the entire thing played out in my head. Two of them were going to the hospital, one was going to the morgue.

IQ: And the other?

Psykle: Emergency surgery to be de-Pettengill’ed.

IQ shakes his head, and sits down on the bench next to Psykle. After a moment, IQ turns to Psykle again.

IQ: I think we have been going about this in the wrong way.

Psykle: What do you mean?

IQ: Well, I knew you were still having problems controlling the rage. Do you think I sent you here to the OOWF and negotiated your contract with The Rick because I mistakenly thought you were ready?

Psykle: Of course not, you sent me here to slowly release the rage hopefully letting it all be released and returning me to a controlled state.

IQ: That was the plan originally, but I don’t think that is working.

Psykle: So what should we do instead?

IQ: Release it all at once.

Psykle looks at IQ shocked.

Psykle: You don’t mean…

IQ: Yes. I do. This Sunday, when you’re in the ring with Stank, think about how he’s basically ignored you.

Psykle begins to tense physically.

IQ: Think about how you have been ignored by the masses, ignored by the community.

Psykle stands breathing heavily, his rage obviously building.

IQ: Think about how you were put in matches with that sexual deviant and absolute moron The President as your tag team partner.

Psykle begins pacing back and forth.

IQ: Think about how Moosehead Jack wouldn’t even give you the respect to shake your hand after a match.

Psykle: RRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Psykle explodes in rage and punches a hole in the wall. Through the hole we can see the catering area, and a few random camera guys milling about freeze in shock. The hole not being big enough for Psykle to fit through enrages him more, and he starts punching and kicking the wall until the hole is big enough for him to get through. The RCG’s scream and run as Psykle storms out in a path of senseless destruction.

IQ: *calling after him* That’s it! Let it out!

IQ dials a number on his cellphone.

IQ: It’s me. It’s all going according to plan.

IQ hangs up, and we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

Maria Conchita Alonso Angel Olazabal-Martinez is standing with two professional wrestlers from Peru.

MCAAO-M: I'm once again Maria Conchita Alonso Angel Olazabal-Martinez and I'm standing here with the reigning Peruvian Honor Wrestling Federacion Tag Team Champions: The Russian Dreamsicle and the Italian Hellion, who as always, is accompanied by his girlfriend, Coco Nutt.

IH: We have heard about this so-called legend coming to Ica for the OOWF PPV, Madness. My friend and I are the greatest tag team in the world. At least the world south of Caribbean, west of of the Atlantic and east of the Pacific. And north of Antarctica. I hear they have some pretty mean penguins down there. Viva la Peru!

MCAAO-M: Yes, your exploits across South America are well known. Why did you ask for this interview?

IH: We want to challenge this so-called legend. To a match.

MCAAO-M: You want to challenge hm to a handicap match prior to Madness?

IH: Yes! Don't you understand English?

MCAAO-M: We ARE in Peru.

IH: Shut up. Mr. Legend, whoever you are. You will feel the wrath of the Rattler!

The Italian Hellion holds his hand up like a snake.

IH: Tell him my friend!

Maria moves the mic to the Russian Dreamsicle, but as he is about to speak, "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats begins to play.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7movKfyTBII

The Russian Dreamsicle starts breakdancing. The Italian Hellion starts to dance too. Badly.

MCAAO-M: O. Kay. This has been Maria Conchita Alonso Olazabal-Martinez. Will this Latin American Legend accept the this challenge? Stay tuned to find out.

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Hallway of Random Attacks*

Alexander Darling is walking down the hallways with his sisters Alexis and Spencer as well as Ashley. Coming from the opposite direction is SUPREME and I mean all of SUPREME; The Brass Knuckle Kings of O’Mac & Larson as well as newcomers Evans & Folz along with the entire multi-cultural posse. They come to a standstill in the middle of the hallway as Alex doesn’t feel like moving out of the way and of course neither does SUPREME. Alexis is trying to get Alex to look at the odds, but it seems as if he’s not listening very well at the moment. Eric puts his hand up in Alexander’s face…

Eric: Excuse me…I have to tweet about this.

Eric steps to the side and Chris Evans and Matt Folz take his place in the front of the posse, directly facing Alexander…

Matt: You can’t be this stupid…

Chris: Look who you’re talking about. Of course he’s this stupid.

Matt: Probably right. We should show him stupidity doesn’t pay.

An unknown member of the posse: PUT HIM IN A BODYBAG, YEAH!!!

Chris and Matt look at one another before patting each other on the chest and Matt swings first but he telegraphed that one and Alex is able to pull Evans into the way. And that leads to all hell breaking loose. Spencer and Ashley duck and dodge their way through the posse down one corridor while Alexis backs away and heads in the opposite direction leaving Alex all alone at the moment. Bryce directs two members of the posse to guard each end of the hallway and Francois picks up his boombox and the following starts playing… POWER

Alex is fighting back valiantly against Evans and Folz but the numbers look like they’re getting to him especially as Bryce starts to get involved along with other members of the posse. Alex is throwing some punches out of instinct and actually is able to free himself for a moment and get some distance and he pulls Threefeather in close and he’s able to lift him onto his shoulders…DARLING DRIVER to Threefeather.

Gus Johnson: AND BURIES IT!!!

But that leaves Alex in a bad position as he’s on the ground and now Evans and Folz jump in and start really working Alex over. Smith & Jackson start handing out the brass knuckles as Corleone & Orlov lift Alex up. Folz slides on the brass knuckles first…punch to the midsection bends Alex over. Bryce and Chris walk up to Alex and bump brass knuckles…BRASS-KNUCKLE-O nails Alex on both sides of the face.

Gus Johnson: INSTANT CLASSIC!!!

Eric looks up and holds up his blackberry…

Eric: Good stuff. Keep it up my red-headed steph children. Still tweeting here.

Corleone and Orlov lift Alex up once again and this time Folz and Bryce back off and allow Evans to step up.

Chris: Might be time to fade into that sunset Alex. Your time is past and my time…our time is now..

Gus Johnson: PURE!!! HOW BOUT THAT!!!

Chris: Fade away Alex…this is your last warning, because KINGS REIGN SUPREME!

Chris picks up Alex by the head and nails him once again with the brass knuckles, but he motions or Corleone and Orlov to hold him up. Evans quickly follows by lifting Alex up into the air…BRAINBUSTER on the floor.

Folz and Bryce are about to continue the attack when there are two commotions. At one end of the hallway we see DH, DDT, and OBJ come into the picture with Ashley and Spencer and they’re tossing Chung around like a ragdoll. Just as SUPREME is about to escape down the opposite hallway we see Alexis leading Firewoman and The Flying Hawaiians and we see O’Malley being tossed through a wall. Bryce backs off Alex and seems to confer with Eric who looks up and sees the situation. He doesn’t look happy and it looks like we’re about to see a full-fledged brawl when all of a sudden the door behind Eric and Bryce opens and we see Maria and Lauren pull Eric and Bryce in. Quickly the rest of SUPREME escape into the room. As everyone except for Chung and O’Malley escape we see the plate on the door says Exit of Cheap Escapes.

As they escape...Gus Johnson: HEARTBREAK CITy!!!

Everyone else meets in the center of the room as Firewoman and Spencer help a bloodied Alex to his feet and towards medical.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is standing in front of an OOWF banner wearing a "Fear the Fraud" T-shirt (Available now at OOWFShop.com!) He has a microphone and is ready for an old-school promo.**

LDW: “Tytan, for weeks you’ve been saying that I have your respect. Fantastic. Now it’s time to earn mine. At Madness 7 the two of us walk into a cage. If we’re lucky, one of us walks out. We’ll probably both survive, and we’ll both probably never be the same.

Tytan, I want you to do me a favour. When you come to the ring, bring the monster that teamed with Poe. Bring the Gladiator that searched so hard for justice. Bring the steroid-fuelled machine that first entered this company. Bring the murderous prince that served Eco so well. Bring all of your personalities and your personas and we’ll lay them all to rest inside that cage. Then we’ll find out what Tytan the wrestler, Tytan the man, is made of.

See you Sunday.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

(Tytan sees LD's latest promo.)

Tytan: Williams....you want me to earn your respect. You are right...it's time to lay everything I was to rest in that cage. Come madness you will see all that left. You will see the rage and anger that burns inside me. You will see that I serve no one. I am just one man. I am not a Hero, a Prince, or the monster that I once was. I am just Tytan and I will do what I do best.....

I will break you. I will break you once and for all Williams. This little war we have had for the last few weeks is about respect. I see that you are one Hell of a fighter and Madness I will prove to the world that I am not the lackey that people take me for.

I am just sorry that you are the one that has to suffer for it.

(FADE)

[BookerShark]

*Stank is at a booth outside the Ica city amphitheater where OOWF presents MADNESS 7 LIVE! This SUNDAY! and only on Pay Per View! Stank is signing autographs for the crowd gathered when suddenly, like the Kool-aid man, PSYKLE comes BUSTING through a wall! The crowd near there SCATTERS trying desperately to dodge flying debris and the rampaging monster. Psykle roars with RAGE and swats fans aside as he makes his way over to the OOWF World Champion. Stank stands his ground as Psykle nears. At about three yards away, Stank CHARGES toward Psykle, closing the distance, and SPEARING the bigger man off his feet! Zach Snyder slo-mo ***WOO WOO WOO! You KNOW it!*** shows the gradual look of rage ***That's Zach SNYDER the director not RYDER the "wrestler"*** to pain on Psykle's face. The camera resumes to normal speed as the big men hit the ground. Zach Snyder slo-mo resumes as Stank raises his fist and brings it down HARD onto Psykle's face at normal speed. Blood flies in the air at slow motion and as the camera resumes to normal speed Psykle has rolled over, holding onto Stank, and in one fluid motion Psykle rises to his feet, impossibly lifting Stank off his, and has the champ FLYING through the air in slow motion, having been thrown into a group of onlookers, by the manaical Psykle! Stank lands, his impact cushioned by the people he was thrown into. Stank scrambles to get free of the crowd and rises to his feet. He looks around but Psykle is no where in sight. A couple of fans point toward the front of the building, yelling in Spanish that Psykle went that way. Stank dusts off his hands and attends to the fans he was trown into, helping them to their feet.*

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Fade into the entrance to the Hallway of Random attacks, where El Lobo Sangriento is just arriving as Alexander Darling is being helped to medical by Commissioner Firewoman and Spencer. Lobo has a very disappointed look on his face as SFJ77 approaches him…

SFJ: Why the long face, Lobo?

ELS: Sorry, what?

SFJ: The long face. Lobo. Wolf. Wolves have long faces. It was a joke.

*Lobo points down the hall at the carnage that’s just occurred, and the look on SFJ77’s face quickly changes…

SFJ: Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn’t realize…Wait, why are you all the way over here not covered in blood when the action’s clearly already taken place?

ELS: Looks like I missed an opportunity here. I guess that’s what happens when you spend more time drinking alone in the bar across the street from the arena than you do in the arena itself. I got here just before you did, so I missed the action. Missed the opportunity to make the save. Missed the opportunity to show Darling that even though we have a match at Madness, I respect him and his accomplishments here, and that I’d far rather face him at 100% than beat down by SUPREME.

SFJ: So what happens now?

ELS: What’s done is done. I can’t change the fact that I wasn’t here to help Darling out this time. All I can do is watch his back between now and our match on Sunday to make sure that he’s as close to 100% as possible.

SFJ: And if he doesn’t want you watching his back?

ELS: I’m not asking for permission. It’s what’s happening.

SFJ: What if SUPREME decides to take you out too?

ELS: They’ll find out that this wolf isn’t easy to put down.

*Lobo walks away toward the weight room as we *FADE*

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is standing alone in a hotel room, looking over the skyline in Ica.

Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange?

Ecosystem walks over to a teapot and pours a couple small cups. He takes a sip from one after blowing.

And in your darkest hour
My old secrets laid
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

There is a knock on the door.

Eco: Come in.

Firewoman enters.

Fire: Oh...I thought this was Josef Cohen's suite.

Eco: No, I told him to give you my room number. I'd rather talk to you face to face, Commissioner.

Fire: Very cute, Sen--Juni.

Eco: (attending to his teapot) You can call me Sensei if it makes you feel more comfortable. Tea?

Fire: No, and no.

Eco: Suit yourself. I hear you're choosing a stipulation for your match with The President.

Fire: Yes. And if you think my tiniest bit of hesitation on Wednesday was anything but a flinch, you're wrong. I'm tearing your boy's thr--

Eco: Okay, come off it.

Fire: Excuse me?

Eco: Can you please just look out of this window for a moment?

Fire: (walking over) I see...buildings.

Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked.

Eco: It doesn't matter what you see. It's site and location. Can you just ponder the fact that you are looking out at a city in South America from a luxury suite, and in a couple days, thousands of these people are going to pay to watch you wrestle.

Fire: That's every week for us.

Eco: Recently. Fifteen years ago, you and I lived in ghettos half a world apart.

Fire: You remind me of where I came from often.

You are a child of the gutter, the filth people step over as they pass on the street. You were a child prostitute, sexually ruined before you were 13. I donate to people like you, I don't have relationships with them. I cannot look at you without seeing your history, without a sense of pity and horror--and in part, it's because you live your history.

Eco: I remember that.

Fire: And?

Eco: And it was...overstated. We've both come a very long way. You have further to go to realize and use your blessings.

And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace.

Eco: You know what I want from you.

Fire: Revenge?

Eco: (taking a sip of tea) Do I look like a man who requires revenge?

Fire: Then what?

Eco: I want you to be a responsible Commissioner. That's not a code word for fealty to me, by the way. You might be wondering why Folz isn't in the Intercontinental Match, as Lucas requested, or why the President has YET ANOTHER match with you.

Fire: Why was that?

Eco: I'm a responsible General Manager. The OOWF Board agreed that this Pay Per View lacked sizzle, and that it would benefit from more emotional charge. That means giving Stan Fulton a chance to destroy the physical embodiment of the booking committee he believes holds him down--one-on-one--and booking yet another bad blood encounter between you and my associate Mr. Lodge. I agreed, and Matt Folz will get his shot soon after the Pay-Per-View, no matter who holds the title. That should be enough to satisfy Lucas.

Fire: So being a responsible Commissioner means...

Eco: Being more corporate. Forget the backstage feuds, the internal bickering. Watch our stock numbers, focus on our press appearances. I have no interest in seeing clips of the violent Firewoman show up in yet another protest of our work. I am interested in seeing Ms. Lisa Sheehan Quinn Darling, the OOWF Commissioner, make an appearance opposite the CEO of Lucha Libre USA to discuss the future of wrestling as industry on CNBC. I would be ecstatic if you used a chart.

Fire: ...When did you become so boring?

Eco: Boring? BORING? (Eco jumps up on a bed.) Fire, this is FUN! Look at us, playing dress-up in our suits and clothes, running one of the largest companies in the world. We made it, Lisa, we made it! Forget everyone we left behind. The best revenge is living well, right?

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left

Fire: ...Is this all that's left for you, Juni? You of soul-saving, kidnapping, drugging...you're satisfied with a suit and a corporate title?

Eco: That's the joke, Lisa. That's the joke...that's all there is.

Fire: I don't believe that.

Eco: Really? Go to the hospital and visit Mark Lodge. Visit the President. Put aside all your indignation and see the truth in his eyes.

Fire: He's insane.

Eco: He's happy. He believes himself important, powerful, respected. And I'm coming to believe...that's all it takes. That's all it takes to be happy....forever.

If you'd like to stick around, I'm going to order room service.

Fire: Did you miss dinner?

Eco: No, I ate. But I am going to order room service, because I can. And then I am going to sit, and watch a hundred dollars of food become cold, and spoiled, and then throw it out. Because I can.

Fire: I'm leaving.

Eco: Suit yourself.

Fire leaves through the door

Eco: (picking up the phone) Hello, room service? This is 503. Yes, I would like five glazed hams...yes, the full ham, no thin slicing for this room.....

The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

FADE

[BookerShark]

The next day

*Stank is in the hotel lobby when he spies Ecosystem sitting quietly in a corner sipping on some coffee and looking serenely out a large window. Stank walks over to the GM.*

Stank - I got a call from Firewoman last night.

Eco - Yes?

Stank - She told me she quits the commissioner's position.

Eco - Pity.

*Stank smirks.*

Stank - Yeah, you're not getting out that easy. I convinced her to keep the job.

Eco - Good for you.

Stank - It's probably best for all involved that you don't speak to her. Any information you want to relay should go through Lucky... or me perhaps.

Eco - My, my Lucas. You are very demanding. I've already made a number of concessions toward you, ones that I did not particularly care to make mind you, and here you are.... wanting more.

Stank - I'm not putting a gun to your head. Do what you want.

*Ecosystem furrows his brow and rises from his seat. He looks up at the OOWF Champion and smiles.*

Eco - I will do what I want.

Stank -

Eco - The trade off is still worth it to me... I will agree to your latest request.

Stank - Good.

Eco - But I warn you Lucas... the time may come when it won't be worth it.

Stank - Perhaps.

Eco -

Stank - If that time comes... let us hope the right choice is made.

Eco - Agreed.

Stank - Juni.

Eco - Lucas.

*Stank turns and walks away. Ecosystem calls after the champ.*

Eco - Lucas I heard there was an incident between you and Mr. Psykle at a fan event yesterday.

*Stank talks back over his shoulder waving his hand dismissively*

Stank - Got it under control Mr. GM. Don't worry about it.

*Ecosystem resumes his seated position and looks out the window as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

Isaac Quincy is traveling through the city of Ica in his limo, talking on the phone while looking out the window, apparently searching for the missing Psykle.

IQ: I know. It was part of the plan. Yes, this is all part of it. We find him now, we bottle it back up, and release it again later. The taste of it has got him hooked again. *pause* Of course, I’ve already taken care of ensuring the contracts are solid. There will be no repercussions. I’ll call you back, I’ve got a lead.

IQ hangs up the phone and lowers the partition between himself and the driver.

IQ: Driver, pull over, that’s her.

The camera swings over and sees SFJ13 walking the streets. IQ lowers his window.

SFJ13: *calling out* PSYKLE! PSYKLE! Where are you? It’s Sandra! PSYKLE!

IQ: Miss Jannety, I believe we’re both endeavoring for the same results, would you care to join me inside?

SFJ13 looks a little skeptical of IQ, but seeing as how she’s been walking around Ica for hours, she welcomes the break and enters the back of the limo.

SFJ13: How could you do it?

IQ: Excuse me?

SFJ13: How could you turn that nice, sweet man back into this raging monster?

IQ: What do you know of the ancient methods of Tibetan meditation?

SFJ13: Nothing.

IQ: I see. What about Sumerian introspective realization?

SFJ13: Intro what?

IQ: So I assume you also know nothing about Kabbalistic methods of Hisbodedus?

SFJ13: You lost me.

IQ: As I thought. So, as you can see, I am well versed in many, many forms of meditation and self-actualization and realization. Questioning me about why I’ve done certain things to help Psykle control his inherent rage is like questioning a tornado about why it spins. It is something you can’t possibly understand.

SFJ13: But he was getting better. The rage was under control. Now, you saw what happened when he came across Stank.

IQ: I did, but did you? Sure Stank took him off his feet, but Psykle took what Stank had to offer and returned it with much more force and power. Psykle released his inner demon and used the rage to channel a primordial power that he has long let sit dormant inside.

SFJ13: Huh?

IQ shakes his head, obviously disappointed in having to dumb down his theories for SFJ13 to understand.

IQ: Let me simplify. Psykle angry equals Psykle powerful.

SFJ13: Oh.

IQ: By channeling this internal rage into something in the ring, he can use that to release all of the internal rage and achieve that point of complete internal peace. All along, my plan has been to get Psykle to a place of internal peace. I thought that by controlling his rage at all times he would reach that place. As much as it pains me to admit, for once I was wrong. What he needs to do to is let his rage out.

SFJ13: But why did you do it so early? Why didn’t you wait until right before the match with Stank?

IQ: You see the rage he went in to, right? Imagine if that rage was brought out inside the ring with only Stank and a helpless referee for him to take it out on. No, I couldn’t allow that. I can’t allow a repeat of what happened at the Kumite.

IQ gets a pained look on his face as he peers out the window. SFJ13 seems to notice, but doesn’t know how to respond.

SFJ13: Maybe we should go back to searching separately. We can cover more ground that way.

IQ: Yes, you’re right. Driver, pull over.

The limo pulls to the side of the road, and SFJ13 gets out.

IQ: Sandra, be careful. His rage is still at an uncontrollable level. He might not realize who you are.

SFJ13: He’ll recognize me. I’ll be fine.

SFJ13 heads off in one direction as the limo pulls off. IQ pulls out his laptop and we see a map pop up with a red dot pulsing on it. IQ dials a number on his cell phone.

IQ: It’s me. Yes, she bought it. No, I’ve got him targeted, she almost found him, but I sent her in another direction. I’m going to pick him up now.

IQ pulls out what appears to be a tranquilizer gun.

IQ: No, it won’t be any problem.

Fade to black.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Texpress are in the OOWF Training Facility, wrapping up a workout. They are approached by yet another Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist ~~~

Chad: Hellooooooooooooooo Nurse!

RNSFJ: I... I'm not a nurse?

Chad: That's Ok toots, I can make you one.

RNSFJ: Really? That'd be nice

Chad: Sure thing, I'm great at playing doctor..

Zane: Oy Vey. If this is what this interview is going to consist of, I'm going to get a sandwich.

RNSFJ: No, wait.... You have a Winner-take-all Game Seven for all-the-marbles on Sunday against the Flyin' Hawaii'ans.

Zane: It has been arguably the best in-ring series in the history of Professional Wrestling. 6 classic matches, all back and forth affars, all could easily have been won by the other team. So what is different about Sunday?

Two out of Three Falls.

This is Our match. It takes the fluke element and tosses it out the window. There will be no questions after Sunday. There will be a clear winner.

Chad: Kai, Aina, Sunday. the time will come to see if you truly Measure Up to the legacy laid out in front of you. You have been Tag Team Champions. It's time to show whether you will be content with being in the same breath as Gaelic Storm & Halfrican Americans or if you will forge ahead and earn your place in the elite.

RNSFJ: ..... Wow. Intense Chad. That's Hawt!

Zane: Please. Stop.

Chad: (putting his arm around her) Excuse my partner here. He's a little frustrated, if you know what I mean. How about you meet me here in a couple hours and we take a soak in the hot tub?

Zane: No.

Chad: What?

RNSFJ: What?

Zane: No. Not tonight. We need this win to get back on track to winning our 6th Championship. there is too much to be done. Chad, I'm going to have to insist.

Chad: Aww man... (turns to the RNSFJ) Sorry darlin', but duty calls.

RNSFJ: Booty call? I'll have you know I'm not that kind of girl!

Zane: See? I just saved you from your own frustration. Let's go eat and hit the tapes.

~~~ They head down The Hallway(tm) and we fade.....~~~