OOWF No Justice, No Peace PPV

[BookerShark]

<we cut to CEO Eco's office where he is on the phone, and is clearly NOT pleased>

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO HAVE THAT MATCH? I AM THE FUCKING CEO!........uh huh, uh huh.........<Eco's face gets more and more red until he finally slams the phone down and sits down. A stage hand timidly sticks his head in the door>

S: M..m....m...m...mister Muyo......the Flyin' Hawaiians and Regcide are both here to see you

Eco: WHAT DO THEY WANT?

S: They both feel they have earned title shots, Regicide won the Round Robin, but The Hawaiians pinned the champs so.......

<Eco drops his head in his hands and rubs his temples>

Eco: Fine. I reached out to Eric, and he ignored me. They both get title shots. This week. At the pay per view. Three way dance.

<Eco turns to the camera>

Eco: And Mr. Moreland.......you have made it your mission to inject yourself in my business. At the pay per view, you will pay dearly. You will be in a match of my choosing, against an opponent, or opponents, of my choice. You will find out Sunday who that may be.

<Eco scribbles something on a piece of paper, getting more annoyed as he does, hands it to the terrified stage hand and shoves him out the door>

OOWF No Justice, No Peace PPV
Live! From Mahajanga, Madagascar

Double Jeopardy Match - Winner of the First Fall wins the OOWF Onslaught Championship, Winner of the Second Fall wins the OOWF World Heavyweight Title[/u]
Ecosystem vs. Alexander Darling vs. Stank

OOWF Intercontinental Title Chain Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. DH Magnusson

OOWF World Tag Team Title Triple Threat Match[/u]
The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Regicide

Onslaught Rules Tag Team Match[/u]
Chris Evans & Matt Folz vs. El Lobo Sangriento & Psykle

J-P Sparxx vs. Ketsueki Seishin
Texpress vs. Drink & Destroy
Davin Moreland vs. TBA

Card subject to the dreaded Madagascarian Two Sided Ring

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland's Locker Room. All the Angels are there, on their phone, all yelling and trying to get the person on the other end to speak English. Finally, the door flies open as Davin and Alexis stagger in, both bruised, bloodied and beaten - Davin definitely getting the lion's share of it. Samantha immediately goes over to him*

SDM: What the fuck happened?

DM: *coughs* Rendition.

LD: *coughs herself* By the way, Waterboarding? It's totally torture. Actually, to be accurate, it's drowning.

*Now everyone crowds around the two*

OGMSJ: THEY CAN'T DO THIS! THIS IS AMERICA!

SFJ420: Ok man, chill.

OGMSJ: DON'T TELL ME TO-

SFJ420: First of all, this ISN'T America, it's Kenya.

OGMSJ: Same thing, right?

SFJ420: We went through this already.

OGMSJ: *sighs* FINE. And 2?

SFJ420: 2, well, America has done this. I imagine Blackwater's pretty good at it.

DM: *sits* At least it will take some of the pressure off everyone else.

SDM: Are you fucking serious? Why is it up to you two to take this head on?

LD: *sits next to Davin* No one else is. What the hell else are we supposed to do? Nothing?

OGMSJ: *a little sheepishly* I have an idea.

SFJ420: No dude, we can't deport them.

OGMSJ: NO! I mean...that would be awesome, but no. I have a real, true, honest-to-God America and Apple Pie plan.

SDM: This I gotta hear.

OGMSJ: A strike.

LD: Is between the belt buckle and the knees, what's your point?

DM: Wait a second.

OGMSJ: See?

DM: I wonder...I mean, who else would be willing to...

SDM: Well, that's the thing. In essence, we're all independent contractors. It's not like there's a union.

OGMSJ: See, that doesn't matter...it's called a...a...wild....

SFJ420: Wildcat Strike?

OGMSJ: YEAH!

DM: *slowly and painfully gets to his feet* It's a good idea in theory, but there needs to be organization in place. I mean, lots of people would rather spit on each other here than help one another.

SDM: I dunno. Eco's pretty easy to rally around.

OGMSJ: I HAVE LEAFLETS!

SFJ420: Yikes.

LD: Well, this should be interesting.

*She comes back, and shows them to everyone, including the INCs*

To OOWF employees, staff, advertisers and talent:

Over the last several months, the outright abuse of power displayed by Junichiro Muyo, colloquially known as "Ecosystem", has gone beyond good-natured heel behavior, and has engaged in dangerous, illegal, and downright unfair practices while we tour overseas. To wit:

1) He has hired the Blackwater Security Firm to do his exclusive bidding. As opposed to typical wrestling "security", which is usually comprised of developmental guys and backstage workers - this security firm uses the threat of, and in some cases the implementation of, deadly force.

- They carry live automatic weapons, both backstage and in the ring and crowd area, threatening the very life of anyone in contact with them.

- They use rendition and torture techniques at the whim of Junichiro Muyo.

- Because we are beyond America's borders, there is no legal review against Blackwater Security.

2) He has, in the past, used kidnapping, torture and other methods to advance his cause. One particular incident involved him punching a little girl in the face. This was a fan, not a worker.

3) He has bastardized the OOWF legacy of Championships, by awarding them to himself, and stripping them from the rightful owners. He has made the OOWF a laughing stock in the eyes of the wrestling world at-large.

4) He has not made one impartial decision. All decisions are meant to benefit Junichiro Muyo.

5) Because all decisions are meant to benefit Junichiro Muyo, the rules and by-laws of the OOWF have not been respected.

6) Beyond that, the advertisers whom support OOWF have a solid "breach of contract" case, because they are not receiving the promised product.

For these reasons, among many others, I propose that the employees, staff, advertisers and talent join me in a Wildcat Strike. Although we are not a union and never will be - this is a cause to which we must be unified behind.

Please contact Special Advisor to Davin Moreland - Shawn Johnson - for details.

Please consider this, no matter how you feel about me, or Davin or anyone else. This is too important. We don't need war if we are all united.

*Davin looks up, and scoops Shawn up and starts spinning her around*

DM: Someone get this girl a drink. She's a genius.

LD: *smiling* Drink sounds great.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

In the Darling locker room...

FW: Hey, you won! We should go celebrate, I saw this club down the street and...

AD: ...

FW: What?

AD: I asked you to do one thing....ONE THING.....not only did you NOT do it...you LIED.

FW: No, I didn't, I said it's not what it looks like, and it's not.

AD: I asked you to not involve family.

FW: Right, and I tried not to, but--

AD: But what...you ACCIDENTALLY did it anyway?

FW: Nooo....

AD: No. You did it despite promising me--

FW: Look, I can't say, but it's not.....it's.....commissioner stuff.

AD: You are seriously playing that card.

FW: Yes.... because it is...look, I'm sorry....Really...and....so...

Fire looks like she's going to cry, but then a lightbulb goes off.

FW: Wait.....so you've been plotting with Poe and Selena for MONTHS, and haven't said a word to me about it.

AD: So?

FW: So? One of my worst enemies...OUR worst enemies, and you didn't think to mention it?

AD: I figured if you'd want to know, you'd ask.

FW: Kinda hard to ask if I don't know it's happening.

AD: Well, now you do, and you haven't asked.

FW: No I haven't. You know why? Because you said to trust you. So I do. Thanks for returning the favor.

Fire goes to leave.

AD: Where are you going.

FW: Out. Whiskey. Tobacco. The usual. Don't wait up.

Fire leaves, slamming the door behind her. Alexander stands their fuming, and then suddenly a light bulb goes off.

AD: Wait...Fire! Wait!

He runs out to catch up with her, but she's already on her motorcycle and gone.

[BookerShark]

*Moments Later*

A few moments pass while Alex tries to figure out what just happened. He heads back to the Darling Locker Room, sighs, grabs his phone and the car keys and heads back out into the Kenyan night. We time warp as we watch Alex go into and exit the bars of Kenya and they get progressively divier and divier. He finally enters a non-descript building after knocking and pushing the door open. He finally spots Fire near the bar as she's about to take a deep drink of whiskey. Alex quickly rushes over and knocks the drink flying out of her hand.

Firewoman: What the hell?

Alexander: You shouldn't be drinking.

Firewoman: Alex, I'm really in no mood to argue. So why don't you let me collect my thoughts, have a few drinks, and we can argue tomorrow.

Alexander: First, we don't need to argue. Second, if you really want the truth I'll tell you everything. Third, you can't be drinking or smoking.

Alex takes the cigarette out of Fire's other hand and drops it into an ashtray.

Firewoman: Seriously you and Davin need to stop that. It's not going to make me any sicker.

Alexander: You really haven't figured it out yet, have you?

Firewoman: Huh? What? Look, if you want to talk...like rational adults, we can do that, but I know I'm going to need a drink.

Fire calls over to the bartender and has him pour another double shot of whiskey. As she's about to bring it to her mouth, Alexander once again slaps it out of her hand.

Firewoman: Serious...

Alexander: You're PREGNANT.

Firewoman: ...

Alexander: I know it comes as a shock...

Firewoman: I can't...it's impossible.

Alexander: It's really not...look.

Alexander brings out his iPhone and scrolls through to a calendar app. On the app we see the names Alexis, Lisa, Samantha, Spencer, Ashley, Shawn and a few others...

Firewoman: Wait, is that our...my god that's creepy.

Alexander: It is not. Davin and the rest of the guys think it's quite handy...ummm, I mean, yes creepy.

Firewoman: Wait, I just can't be. You're wrong.

Alexander: I'm not...let's just go over there and we can talk about everything...

Alexander grabs Fire by the hand and they walk over to a dark table and they start talking about things including what Alexander's deal with Selena is but we only get to hear things on Fire's end going forward.

Alexander: *Like Charlie Brown's Teacher* Wah wa wah wa wah wah wah wah...

Wah wah wa wa wa wah wahwahwah wa.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in to the OOWF locker room in Mahajanga, Madagascar’s LemurDome, where we find El Lobo Sangriento UNPACKING~! his gear for the few days we’ll be here. SFJ265 approaches, mic in hand…

SFJ: Lobo, you scored a huge win at Onslaught this week, and you’ve been put into another big tag match at No Justice, No Peace. What are your thoughts?

ELS: First of all, I didn’t score a big win. We scored a big win. Alex, it was a pleasure working with you, as always. Great job out there. As for the tag match at No Justice, No Peace? Well, the last time Psykle and I crossed paths, he was interfering in my triple-threat against the Commissioner and Alex. That said, it looks like he might be trying to turn over a new leaf, so I welcome a chance to partner with him. Maybe I can help him stay on the right path.

SFJ: And your opponents – Chris Evans and Matt Folz, two members of SUPREME?

ELS: Is SUPREME still a thing? I thought they’d disbanded. Anyway, Evans I know and respect. I may not like the guy, and I may not like his friends, but the man can bring it in the ring. As far as Folz goes, the only thing I’ve really heard about him is rumours of his epically long bathroom trips. What are you doing in there, man?

SFJ: Classy. Finally, you haven’t commented on CEO Ecosystem declaring your fatal fourway match a no contest last week. Why is that?

ELS: What is there to say? The man’s a coward and a lunatic. Yet again, he abused his power to save himself the embarrassment of losing in a fair fight. Honestly? I’m done with him for now. I beat him. I won. It’s over. I’ll let Davin or Alex or whoever else wants to worry about it take care of him. I’m refocusing on my quest for the Onslaught Title. And speaking of which, I have a match to prepare for. Wolfpack out.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

*Stank and Justin Sane are standing on the Madagascar beach. Stank is wearing a tank top and shorts that end just below the knee. He holds and ice pack on the back of his sore neck. Justin Sane stands next to him shirtless and in long, baggy, shorts. Sane's ink is exposed all over his upper torso and down his arms. More ink is exposed going down his calves and dissappearing into the sand where his bare feet are buried.*

JS - I think you should do it.

Stank - I don't want a tattoo.

JS - It'll make you feel better.

Stank - I don't want a tattoo.

JS - How about two tattoos?

Stank - I don't want two tattoos.

JS - How about a little one?

Stank - I don't want any tattoos.

JS - I'll give you five bucks.

Stank - That will get you down to the $645 you still owe me.

JS - It will? So does that mean you'll get the tattoo?

Stank - No.

JS - I want to go stand in the water.

Stank - Be my guest.

JS - Be our guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test, Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie, And we'll provide the rest...

Stank - Stop singing Justin.

JS - You ever see Beauty and the Beast?

Stank - Yes, I've seen it.

JS - I like that movie. It's the best animated picture ever made.

Stank - Why?

JS - Because in it everything had a voice, just like in real life.

Stank - What do you mean just like in real life.

JS - Everything talks. Not everyone can hear them, though.

Stank -

JS - But I can.

Stank - You know what, Justin..? I'm not even going to argue the point. Your brand of crazy is starting to grow on me. You got this whole Ben Foster pyschosis thing going on which I'm not totally convinced is an act or not.

*Justin and Stank continue to watch the natives mill about and play on the beach.*

JS - I want to go play in the water.

Stank - I'm not stopping you.

*Justin gets a wicked grin on his face, then bolts for the ocean. He screams at a bikini clad girl, sending her squealing and scampering out of his path. Justin reaches the water and dives head first into a crashing wave. For a moment he fails to surface. Stank scans the waters looking for Sane's telltale mohawk. It surfaces along with the rest of Justin as the crazed lunatic shouts his excitement in an exaggerated, Flair-like battlecry.*

JS - WOOOOO!!!

*Justin bobs up and down with the swell of the water. He throws up the the devil horn hand sign and pumps it in the direction of Stank standing on the beach. In Stank's other hand he holds a can of beer Justin was able to get for him. Stank takes a sip as he watches Justin swim toward a group of girls floating on a rubber raft. LD Williams walks up and stands beside Stank. Tytan is making his way over from a small distance away.*

LDW - Nice day.

Stank - Calm before the storm.

LDW -

Stank - That's not a metaphor. The weather is calling for a cyclone this evening.

LDW - Really.

Stank - Yep. So have you heard from Moose?

LDW - Nope. You?

Stank - No. I've been, distracted.

LDW - What do you think of Fulton taking on your old job?

Stank - Don't give a damn, really. Though if he were to ask me, I would tell him to stay as far away from Juni as he can. Eco is going down and Crusher doesn't want to get caught up in the aftermath.

*By this time, Tytan has joined LD and Stank.*

Tytan - You're unarmed I see.

*Stank smiles.*

Stank - The guns are for Juni and his goon squad only. I'd never bring them to the ring or point them at anyone else. Not that that's not happened to me before.

LDW - Ah yes... The Chickenshit Heels.

Stank - Stole the tag team titles from us at gunpoint.

LDW - Capslock shot Moose in the leg.

Stank - That was in PHWF.

Tytan - Uh... I think your boy is in trouble.

*Regicide and Stank look out at water where Justin is in a shouting match with the girls he had been harassing, as they float on their raft. Justin attempts to climb on, but the girs push him away. They continue to shout at each other in French.*

LDW - Justin Sane speaks French?

*Stank shakes his head in wonderment.*

Stank - He has a lot of hidden talent. I want to train him to get back in the ring. He's fast and has a crazy fighting style which could get him further along in the OOWF than during his first run with some adjustments here or there. Hell he could be just as good as Sparxx, if not better.

*Stank pulls the ice pack down from his neck, squats down, and sits on the sand, with his muscular arms resting on his knees. LD sits next to him and Tytan continues to stand eyeing the crowd.*

LDW - You got anymore beer?

Stank - Cooler by that palm tree.

*LD Williams rises to his feet and walks over to the cooler. Stank continues to watch Justin struggle with the ladies in the water. Two of them have left the raft and are dunking Justin underneath the water playfully. The illwill earlier seems to have abated. LD offers Tytan a beer who politely refuses. Stank reaches up and takes the beer. LD sits and takes a sip of his.*

LDW - Firewoman's pregnant.

Stank - I thought she might be.

LDW - Should we... congratulate her?

Stank - What? On getting knocked up by Alexander Darling?

LDW - Okay. I'll just make up something when I sign your name to the card.

Stank - Don't bother. I'll show Alex exactly how I feel about it at the Pay-Per-View... right after I smash Juni's face in.

*Regicide and Stank remain on the beach watching Justin and the natives play as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad and Zane head down The Hallway (tm). They are visibly bruised and bandaged. They turn a corner and head straight into the Executive suites. They barge through Eco's door and catch the CEO off guard ~~~

Chad: So this is how it's going to be? We don't even get Finish a match now?

Eco:Unfortunate, but I really hadn't allowed that much time for your match. We had other things to be getting to.

Zane: Tied up and carried out like garbage?

Eco: Ahh, that, Yes, you can blame a certain Mr. Moreland and his big mouth for that one. I would think such an experience would make you question the people you choose to associate with, however loosely. I do recall making you a counter-offer a couple weeks ago.

Chad: Your men bruised, beat and bloodied us. And we're supposed to take Your side?

Eco: My side has opportunity. Being against me holds none. Remember that

~~~ Chad and Zane head for the door. Eco calls out after them ~~~

Eco: The Phone lines are open. Remember that

[BookerShark]

(Back to the beach it seems that Regicide has been found by a SFJ. Stank managed to see the SFJ coming and decided that the cooler needed some more beers.)

SFJ: Regicide to you have a minute.

LD: Now, that you ruined the nice sunset that we were all enjoying I guess we got time for you.

Tytan: You see this was the calm before the storm, the storm that is coming this Sunday at No Justice, No Peace.

(Cheers from some nearby people.)

LD: Tytan is right...(laughs) Juni we are still trying to figure out where you are coming from. Are you trying to Kill the Kings? Do you really want to put Bryce and Eric in the hospital. I mean you sent the Hawaiians and us The Regicide in the ring with those boys.

Tytan: I have something to say about that other team.

LD: I know you do but right now I need to get some more stuff off my chest. (At this point a crowd has been starting to gather and listen to what is being said.)Juni do you realize what happens to the BKK is going to be on your hands. You arranged their funeral, because I will tell you this The BKK are not walking out with those tag-team titles.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Tell them Big Man.

Tytan: Hawaiians...Flyin' Hawaiians. You boys are good bra, but the thing is you had....and did I mention HAD your chance. And you FAILED! You couldn't take the titles from them and keep them long enough to enjoy the celebrating. So, what makes you think that your luck is going to be any different this time.

(Some one from the crowd yells. "You guys are in the ring with them." Tytan and LD hear that and smile.)

LD: That guy is good.

Tytan: He's right though. We are in the ring with you. Don't go thinking that we are the ones that are going to do the job that you couldn't get done and you are going to capitalize on it.

LD: Oh Hell no!

Tytan: It's simply not going to happen. Why?

LD: Because we are going to be kicking their coconut loving heads in.

(Gets a cheer from the crowd.)

Tytan: Damn straight.

(Tytan and LD fist bump.)

LD: Those titles are our boys, and at No Justice, No Peace we are going to take them just like we said we were going to.

Tytan: We have done everything we said we were going to do, why would we stop now. Oh and by the way look at the record books. Go back to April 13th. Remember what happened.

***
LD, who grabbed the rope and didn’t jump, now slides down and pulls Kai to his feet and runs him into the ring post. Rolling him in the ring, LD grabs Eric and tosses him into Aina, sending them over the barricade. Tytan has Bryce in a rear-naked choke on the floor, and half the posse is trying to pull him off. LD slides back in, ducks a clothesline and quick as a cat hits a Northern Lights Suplex for 1…2…3!
WINNERS in 17:39, Regicide
***

LD: We beat you once and never bitched about a title shot. Now it's our time.

Tytan: Time for the battle cry to be heard. See you soon.

LD: The Execution's song will be heard.

(Crowd Cheers and SFJ finishes up. Everyone walks away and there is Stank standing there with more beers. LD walks up to Stank and Tytan follows.)

LD: Thanks for the assist with the crowd shout.

Stank: No problem least I can do.

(Fist bumps all around.)

Stank: Sometimes you have the help the crowd along to make sure they get it. That and it was about time we started to show a little unity between us. Now, come on it seems Justin found some fans for all of us.

(FADE)

[BookerShark]

As Regicide and Stank head over, Justin stops his antics and walks up to them.

Justin: Hey boss, I've got some personal business I need to take care of, it cool if I catch up with you later?

Stank: (shrugging his shoulders) You are your own man, do what you have to do.

Justin: Thanks boss.

With that Justin heads off down the beach towards the arena.

LD: So what business do you think he has to take care of?

Stank: Hard to say with him, he could be planning a coup of the company, or he could be going to argue with a potted plant.

LD and Tytan chuckle at this as the scene shifts.


We now find ourselves outside Ric's sandwich shop, where the Texans are just sitting down to eat. Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack walk over and stand across from them. Danny motions to the table and Chad nods for them to join them. Danny points at the Texans, and then at Jack and himself, and then bumps his fists together.

Chad: Yeah, we go at it this Sunday, hopefully we can actually finish a match this time right Zane?

Zane: (looking up from his food) Yeah sure thing.

Both DDT and OBJ lean back a little surprised at Zane's reaction.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for we aren't Eco's favorites either, but we have no doubt our two teams can steal the show.

Danny nods in agreement.

OBJ: We respect you boys, you have been a team for a long time. You don't see that a lot anymore. You get guys like Regicide showing up and saying hey we won belts before, so we must be the best, but in six months, will Regicide even be around? I can't answer that, but I believe the Texans still we be....even if it's with a different name, or masks.

Chad and Danny both smile getting some amusement out of this, but Zane seems to take no notice.

Chad: We may be having a rough patch, but when the bell rings we will be ready to go.

OBJ: Would not have it any other way mate. No matter what else happens around here, at the end of the day, it's what you leave in the ring that truly defines your legacy.

Danny points at all four men and then spreads his arms wide.

OBJ: Danny's right let's give them something to talk about for a long time to come.

Chad does the knucklebump of respect with Danny.

Chad: Wouldn't have it any other way.

The scene shifts again, and we now find ourselves inside the Destroyatorium where we catch Ashley and DVD in mid conversation.

DVD: ....So then I said "Cool Story Bro" and....

Vic's words are cut off as he is pulled off the bar stool into a schoolboy roll up by Justin Sane. A ref materializes and to everyone's surprise he makes a successful three count (all that hanging out with Stank is starting to pay off). Justin jumps to his feet, and grabs one of the Trios belts off the shelf above the bar.

Justin: Finally! My beloved DDT title is back where it belongs.

A wicked grin appears on his face before he takes off out of the room. Ashley checks the remaining belts on the shelf.

Ashley: He took DH's belt.

DVD: (standing up) Crap, we have to go tell DH.

Ashley: No, you have to go tell DH.

DVD: Double Crap.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*OOWF House Show*

Murder Inc. is facing The Draculs in a match for a chance to face the Bay Bridge Boyz and a shot at the OVOOWF World Tag Team Titles. There is some miscommunication between Vlad and Radu leading to the win for Murder Inc. As soon as the bell rings signifying the end of the match, instead of Murder Inc's music hitting, the mash-up of "Princes of the Universe" and "Headstrong" kicks in and the crowd goes absolutely batshit insane as Alexander Darling steps out from the back. A step in front of Alex is Spencer and Ashley and they're carrying the Darling banner with the yin yang that's become a very prevalent sight at OOWF shows. Alex has his DEA #2 Jersey on as he slaps some fans hands and makes his way down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope as Spencer and Ashley hang the banner camera side and Alexander stands behind it and pulls out a microphone.

Alexander: Hello Madagascar. *cheap pop* I know, I know I should be above such things, but it's always fun to get the crowd going early. And this is a fabulous crowd. *cheap pop 2* Okay, okay but let's get to the point as to why I'm here and that's this Sunday's No Justice, No Peace. *cheap pop 3*. Seriously? You're going to cheap pop for the title of the PPV? Well, that works for me. But let's all quiet down and I'm going to speak on this. *cheap pop 4* Okay, stop it...no one cheap pops for Konnan. Not even Konnan.

Let's get right to heart of the matter, two OOWF titles on the line in one match. Onslaught and World Title. Right now I'm the champ of one and I've been champ of the other. I would have been happy going into this show, defending my title, winning, and going home a champion. Alexander Darling, Onslaught Champion...it's been a good deal. I took the belt off one bitch, defended it against some good competition and some bitch, and would have been perfectly happy beating Ecosystem for the umpteenth time and continuing to be Alexander Darling, Onslaught Champion.

But that changed in a heartbeat a few weeks ago when the pressure got to our esteemed World Champion Stank and he walked out. He can claim he never filed paperwork or that he should still be the undisputed OOWF World Champion, but the fact is he opened the door for Eco to be Eco and steal the world title for himself. It's just too bad that Eco already had a scheduled match with myself at our upcoming PPV. And I'm not one to let opportunities pass me by. So Stank may want to get his hands on Eco one-on-one and take back what he believes is his OOWF World Championship, but I'm not having that.

Eco won the right to face me and face me he shall, but now there is more on the line than just the Onslaught Title. The OOWF World Championship will be decided and undisputed after No Justice, No Peace.

I am Alexander Darling, I am a two-time OOWF World Champion and this Sunday I have a chance to make it three time. While I'd love nothing more than to be done with Ecosystem once and for all and have this opportunity to face the legendary Stank mano-a-mano, that's not how it will play out this week.

Stank, Stank, Stank...we both know that this match is going to come down to the two of us. Juni is just going to be a thorn in our sides as we try and settle the issues we have with one another. I don't expect it to be answered in one night, hell...I'm not sure it will ever be answered with a definitive answer. But I know this, I know you think you're better than me. I know you've always thought that and I get that. I was just a young, brash punk when I first showed up here and you tried to show me the way. But that's not who I am anymore. I am in your class now. There will be no lessons taught. There will be no question and answer session. You can try and show me exactly how you feel about my personal life but it won't matter because I am going into this match with one goal and one goal only.

I am Alexander Darling, and well, I'm going to be OOWF World Champion. And you, you just won't be.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

<SFJ13 is standing in front of an old school OOWF banner. Aisha and Ketsueki Seishin flank her on either side. SFJ13 addresses Ket>

SFJ13: Ketsueki Seishin, you are well known in Japan, but this is only your second appearance in the OOWF, it seems you have targeted J-P Sparxx, the question on everyone’s mind is, why?

<Ket remains motionless with his arms folded across his chest>

Aisha: I will speak for Mr. Seishin. His English is not yet up to speed. The fact is, we just do not like Mr. Sparxx.

SFJ13: That’s all there is to it?

Aisha: That is all. Sparxx has no respect for anyone, most of all himself. He is a little boy playing in a man’s world, and this week, at MidWeek Mayhem, we will teach him that he is, clearly, out of his league.

SFJ13: It is well known that Ketsueki Seishin is Moosehead Jack’s masked persona from Japan. He was one of Poe’s disciples and is legendary for his brutality. There are rumors that Ket is none other than the suspended Moosehead Jack under a mask

Aisha: Let them make that mistake. Let Sparxx think that, let anyone think that. There is no proof. They will lose to Mr. Seishin anyway, underestimate him, and you will get hurt

SFJ13: Well, if it is not Moose, who is it?

<Aisha just glares at SFJ13>

SFJ13: Some believe that it is wrong for someone else to use the Ketsueki Seishin name……

Aisha: Some people are idiots. Moose knows exactly what is going on, and we have his full blessing. Now, we have to go. I hear Mr. Sparxx is recovering nicely from his unfortunate misting, we would like to rectify that situation.

<Aisha and Ket leave without another word>

[BookerShark]

~~~ Bridgette is standing in the doorway of the Texpress dressing room waiting for the team to arrive. ~~~

Bridgette: Looks like you didn't get fired. That's a start.

Zane: Not like it makes a difference.

Bridgette: Listen, hon. You need to focus on the things you Can control. In the Ring. Put on the best matches you possibly can.

Chad: So, just bend over and grab our ankles.

Bridgette: Didn't you hear Victor at all? Put it in Eco's face. Steal the show Sunday. Steal Every show. Make the Main Event look lackluster.

Zane:.... Make Mayhem into Monday Nitro.

Bridgette: (laughing) something like that. Continue putting on good matches. Have you looked at what the IWC is saying? Log into the OO Forums once in a while like I do. You two still command the respect of the Wrestling fan. They still refer to you as Measuring Sticks. Whether Eco, or the Board recognize that or not doesn't change things.

Zane: So.. just dance

Bridgette: Dance until they have no choice but to move you into contention.

Chad: I don't like it.

Zane: Neither do I

Bridgette: Well at least you two agree on something. That's something that hasn't happened in weeks.

~~~ Zane and Chad stare at each other uncomfortably. ~~~

Bridgette: Oh come ON! I watched last week. In the ring with Davin & Alexis, you two showed some spark. There was a little bit of the Phantos & Lucios that Killed a Division once upon a time.

~~~ Chad puts up a fist. Zane bumps it with his. Neither speaks or smiles, nor do they make eye contact ~~~

Bridgette: Ok. baby steps for now. I swear, you two are worse than 2-year olds. Now, get in here and get to work on Drink & Destroy.

Chad: I'm going to hit the Training Facility. I have a sparring session booked. (looks at Zane)

Zane: I'm going inside.

~~~ Zane walks past Bridgette into the dressing room. Bridgette. throws her hands up in annoyance and follows him, slamming the door behind her. Chad heads down The Hallway[tm] and to the Parking Garage. He climbs in a Rental Car (We know this because it says "Rental Car" on the side and speeds off

~~~Magical Time Shift~~~

~~~We see Chad pull in the Bongolava District Arena and disappears into the doors..

Hard cut to inside the arena and there is another OOWF House Show going on. Clint Black's "Desperado" cranks up and Cowboy Chad Madison walks down the ramp as challenger for the OVOOWF International Television Championship. Defending champion Hi-Vo Sakamoto begins to object to the official, the ring announcer, anyone who will listen. But he speaks Japanese and this is Madagascar, so no one does.

Chad removes his DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship belt and hands it to the referee. The Bell sounds and Chad avoids the collar and elbow by just kicking Hi-Vo in the gut. Impaler DDT. Sakamoto gets to his feet quickly and eats a superkick. Sakamoto is up again, and gets scoop slammed. Chad is just toying with him at this point. Hangman Neckbreaker. Northern Lights Suplex for 2. Flying Burrito. Macho Man Elbow. Dropkick. Dropkick. Dropkick. Dropkick. Dropkick. Dropkick. The crowd begins to count along in Malagasy. Some count in French. They get to quinze and Chad stands Sakamoto up in a corner. Stinger Splash. Chad picks him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle, mounts the corner himself..... and SUPERPLEX! The crowd goes hushed as Chad pulls Sakamoto to his feet for the last time. He spins him around and loads him up... TORTURE RACK!!! The referee calls for the bell as Sakamoto wastes no time in submitting.

Chad takes both belts and lifts them high. He straps the smaller International Television Title around his waist and hangs the DDT title from it. The crowd explodes as we fade to black. ~~~

[BookerShark]

**Regicide have returned to the arena and are walking to their locker room.**

LDW: “You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.”

**Williams turns down a side hallway. The ninjacam hesitates, deciding who to follow, and then hurries to catch up to him. Williams walks through the backstage area and steps into the still-darkened, empty arena. Williams doesn‘t acknowledge the camera, but addresses it anyway.**

LDW: “It never changes. I get that tingle every time I step through that curtain - even into an empty arena. This is my life, my home. I worked hard to make it that way. You were there for part of it Eric, do you remember? I tried to teach you the merits of being a utility player. <chuckles> I thought you’d be like me - I should have realized you were destined for bigger things.

Because that’s what happened, isn’t it? You moved on to become Eric O’Mac - Sports Entertainer, Celebrity, General Manager, Icon - while I stayed in the trenches and wrestled. Now, you’ve apparently risen above us all. Eric’O Mac - White Knight. Congratulations, I guess. If you want Concrete’s mantle, you’re welcome to it.

The thing is, I’m still a utility player. If I need to be the black knight to your white, the demon to your angel, I can do that.

But, Sunday night will have nothing to do with your new-found pedestal. The shadow of war that’s fallen on the OOWF of late won’t touch our match. Heroes, Villains, Knights of any color, none of that will matter. Sunday night, six men will get in this ring and vie for the most coveted tag team championship in the business. And utility player or not, when it comes to winning championships, there’s none better than yours truly.

Regicide. Killers of kings. It was halfway a joke. Our way of getting your attention and having a little fun. But, make no mistake, as surely as you and Bryce will use your brass knuckles to keep your titles, Tytan and I will feed them to you to take them.

Sleep well, White Knight, for the day after tomorrow, you die.”
<fade>

[BookerShark]

Open to a man lying in a hospital bed. His face is covered in black goop so there's no way to tell who it is. "Just a Dream" by Nelly plays in the background. Jewel is sitting by his bed, holding his hand. The heart monitor beeps, beep, beep....beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Jewel drops her head and sobs as the song and beep continue.


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Someone grabs the ninja cam. It's J-P Sparxx.

J-PS: Gotcha, huh mufuckah? Ya think ya can spit some black ass shit on me and kill da Spark?! Don't think so, homie, knowwhatI'msayin'? In da words of a fellow great American, an' one a my personal heroes...

I DIDN'T INHALE!!

Kenzuki Suzuki whatevah da hell yo name is, it don't mattah what yo name is, 'cuz when I'm gon' be done wit ya, it' gon' be D-E-A-Dead, ya feel me, muhfuckah? I'ma hurt you. Da only shit you be spittin' will be yp blood an' teeth, knowwhatI'msayin'? You gon' wish ya never met me punk! Ya know who gon' find you? Sum ol' man fishin'!

J-P shoves the camera. The ninja gets it back just in time to see J-P grab the man from the bed, throw him on the floor and drop an elbow.

J-PS: WOOOO Das you muhfuckah! laid out on yo back as I beat yo ass, homie! Belee dat you stupid sonbitch! Ya woke da animal, son.

Jewel comes up behind J-P and clings to his side, rubbing his chest.

J-PS: See ya on Sunday when da New Mr. Pay-Per-View kicks yo damn ass. Ya masked jackass.

[BookerShark]

<Aisha and Ketsueki Seishin continue to walk down the hallway when a brief tune plays>

When God is gone and the devil takes hold,
Lord have mercy on your soul...

<Death drops from the ceiling, covered in all black, looking less bulky than usual>

Aisha: You're in our way.

<Death turns to Ket>

Death: So you're Ket.

I'm Death.

Big fan.[/i]

<Death extends its hand to Ketsueki Seishin>

Death: A-kush-u[/i]

<Ket takes the hand. Death summarily bursts into flames as Aisha and Ket jump back.>

Well I am Death, none can excel,
I open the doors to Heaven or Hell

<The flames burn away>

Death: Flash Paper. Cheap parlor trick.[/i]

<Death opens the door to a janitor's closet and enters>

Death: ...much like what you're doing?[/i]

<Aisha, pissed, opens the door shortly after Death closes it...but it's empty>

My name is Death, and the end is here...

<Cut to the image...>

06-08-11[/i][/size]

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison sits in Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, just tearing into a Number 9 Steak and Cheese He is suddenly joined by a shotgun-toting Justin Sane, who has DH's Campeonas de Trios belt slung over his shoulder. ~~~

Chad: Justin. Nice..... Championship

Justin: It's nice to finally have this baby back where it belongs. (Pats the belt) Hey, you wouldn't ...

Chad:.... Have Five Bucks you could borrow? Sure.

Justin: No. I don't go asking for money anymore. I dropped that gimmick weeks ago.

Chad: Oh. So carrying a shotgun is now your gimmick

Justin: Yep. Nice, Huh? This one might FINALLY get me over.

~~~ Kayfabe strolls past and *ahem*s loudly ~~~

Justin: Anyway. What I was going to ask was you wouldn't want to challenge me for this title would you? Seems like since I won it, nobody has tried to take it from me. No backstage sneak attacks. No luring me into dark alleys. I just don't get it.

Chad: I... I.... I.... I can't explain it either. If you'll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.

Justin: Oh yeah! That's the other thing I wanted to say. I know you and Zane are having problems, so if you ever needed someone to team with, someone to come to for advice, to tutor you on the ways of the OOWF, I'm here for you. I can tell you a couple of things about Drink & Destroy that could help you.

Chad: I'm good thanks. Talk to you later.

Justin: Sure thing Chase. I see alot of potential in you. Almost like a young Justin Sane. I think you have the tools to become a Champion (Pats the Trios belt again) like me one day.

Chad: Yeah.

~~~ Chad stands up and busses his tray. He's heard mumbling as he walks away ~~~

Chad: Getting advice from a shotgun-toting freak? Can I sink any lower?

[BookerShark]

OBJ and Danny Taylor are feeding the faces, each destroying a sandwiche in front of them.

OBJ stops mid chew as he sees someone walk in. Short hair, beard, knee brace, Khaki Cargo shorts and a maroon and gold shirt that said "Gopher Hockey."

OBJ, as lunchmeat falls from his mouth: "No fucking way...."

OBJ gets up and walks over to the individual.

Ninja camera man follows, but no close enough for Audio.

OBJ smacks the man on the shoulder, the man turns around looking pissed.

all of a sudden a smile breaks out on the man's face and the two shake hands and share a couple words. They laugh and we hear a WOOOOOOO! from the kitchen of the shoppe.

OBJ points to a package in the man's hands.

camera zooms in and we see "BAMBOO SCAFFOLD MATCH" written on it.

we see OBJ point down the direction on Eco's office. The man departs and OBJ returns to the table.

Taylor nods quizically at the direction of the guy.....

OBJ: That is JW Westgaard.....that bloke can fight.....I had some wars with him and a few of his wCw mates 5 or 6 years ago. Don't know what he's been up to....but he's on his way to talk to Eco..... looks like he hit the weightroom a bit since I last saw him............

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is sitting at his chair, rocking.

Eco: It has been an utterly hellish week for me. Let me begin with the man who stole my World Title Belt: Lucas Mann. Lucas, you can pretend all you want you merely lowered yourself to my level. I would like to remind the OOWF that during my administration, the first and only wrestler/administrator to fire a gun at point-blank range with intent to kill was Lucas Mann, and it is a miracle that my guard survived.

Stank has caught the shotgun and fires it into the chest of guard 4. Guard 4 flies backwards from the impact. His machine gun falls out of his hands and Justin Sane catches it. Sane rises to his feet and walks over to the guard Stank shot. Stank walks over to guard 1 lying on his back. The big man boots guard 1's head knocking the guard unconscious. Justin kneels by guard 4 and checks his pulse. The guard lives, his kevlar vest took the brunt of the shot. He probably has cracked ribs, but he is alive.

Eco: Perhaps a couple of my guards shot with intent to injure Justin and Stank when they were assaulted--I do not question self-defense, but they were given no such authorization or orders. Regardless, I will be engaging in multilateral disarmament across this company over the next week. My men will disarm at the end of the week--as soon as all the other guns are seized. I'm sure Stank, Justin and all will acquiesce. After all...they only lowered themselves to my level, right?

Now, to Davin, and his ceaseless torment of me. I'd like to link Davin Moreland a little post from a blog I read called Daylight Atheism, called Whom Should We Mock? It makes the case that mockery, to be worthwhile at all in changing hearts and minds, must be done in a spirit of compassion and love. That it is easy to mock those who you think behave badly, but it is hard to mock in a way that focuses you on changing others' lives for the better.

But you, Davin....well, as I've said, you're an underachiever. You seek to critique my behavior, but never offer me anything worthwhile on the other side. You say all I'm good for is being a joke. Tell me again, how is that supposed to be a more attractive life? Let's be honest here: whether it was in DEVILS or your promos today, every word you have said about wanting to change me is a lie. You've never made a real effort to make me other than what I am, you've only mocked me and threatened me and pissed on me every chance you get. Because that's all Underachiever Davin does: He stands next to greatness and calls it great, and he's a leader of men. He stands next to what the world calls evil and calls it evil, and he's the big hero. He stands next to a stable as it collapses, and says he brought it down by sheer force of will. He stands next to a couple consumer products to collect money, and calls it self-made financial success. He stands adjacent to a war being won, and calls himself Dwight D. Eisenhower.

While other greater, more talented stars have come and gone, Davin, your greatest accomplishment has been managing to be the mouth that keeps talking, so that you can set the narratives, so that you can take credit. AND I'M SICK OF IT! I'm sick of you erasing all the accomplishments of those who have disappeared from time to time--including me--and rewriting them under the Davin Moreland Success Story.

But nothing...nothing...you have done compares to the betrayal of one woman. Lisa Quinn-Darling.

Lisa. Listen to me very closely. There is a life inside you. And what that means is that you are going to need to learn to love family like a healthy woman would.

I love my family, Lisa. Fiercely. My sister is my joy, my heart, she is the best thing about this fucked-up world we live in. I know you didn't harm her. But you exposed her face to the world. And I don't know what kind of contact you intend to continue...but you need to stay the hell away from her. I was not exaggerating to Davin, and I am not exaggerating now. I would rather you die, I would rather I die, than see harm come to Mai Muyo.

I wanted your husband to be my hero, Lisa, this company's hero. Badly, I did. But right now...the fact that you've brought my sister into this...there's part of me that just wants to cripple your unborn child's father and laugh while I do it.

You know, an old knock against me was that I could never get the job done in wrestling matches unless I really had a goal I was focused on. That's true. And to tell you the truth, Alex and Stank, being able to award myself titles has made me weak. And I don't know if I can change that all overnight.

But I do have a goal for this match.

I want to hurt you both.

That's all.

Eco presses the intercom button.

Eco: Susan?

Voice: Yes, Juni?

Eco: Send Chad Madison a nice fruit basket. Small card attached. Says "The Lines Are Open."

Voice: Very good.

Eco: Oh, and Susan?

Voice: Yes, Juni?

Eco: Replace all the fruit with money.

Voice: Can do, sir. Also, there's a guest for you.

Eco: Send him in.

JW Westgaard opens the door to the office.

Eco: Come in, Mr. Westgaard...I have an old contract with your name on it...with an updated pay scale, of course...

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Outside the arena in Madagascar, Davin and His Angels, as well as Alexis are carrying PICKET SIGNS~! Davin's says "Ecosystem will Always be a joke". Samantha's says "Ecosystem Unfair to OOWF Employees". Moonbeam's says "Make History, Not War - Eco Must Go". Shawn's says "OOWF Message to Ecosystem - "Leave!". They're also chanting and you can be sure that there is all sorts of international press involved. Outside of a couple of stagehands and temp workers hired locally, the press (from your Cable/Satellite CNN-type providers to New York, Miami and Boston local press to Madagascar(ian?) local press) outnumbers the protesters. They are, as any good picket line should, chanting*

PL: HEY HEY! HO HO! ECOSYSTEM HAS GOT TO GO! HEY HEY! HO HO! ECOSYSTEM HAS GOT TO GO!

*Davin steps in front of a bank of microphones. Realizing he could be live in a good portion of the globe right now, he seems pretty happy.*

DM: Thank you all for joining us this afternoon. As you're well aware, this is a gigantic global news story, and that's why you're here this afternoon.

*Well, that and the phone call they all got from someone "important" that something "big" was going to happen*

DM: Now as you may have heard earlier this afternoon, the General Manager of OOWF, Junichiro Muyo, better known as Ecosystem, has proposed a "multilateral agreement". Agreement on what, you might say? Well, first a little background.

DM: You see, when Junichiro took over as General Manager of OOWF, he began with a little self-indulgence, putting his name and face on everything, and the like. We, as a community, thought that indulging this eccentricity would be harmless. I mean, who cares if he puts his face on the side of the plane, right? I'm sure he was just excited about not being a complete joke at the time.

DM: But then he put his face on the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. This, coupled with stripping this title from Stank and the Onslaught title, and awarding them to himself, has rendered those titles essentially meaningless. Just look at the trading action on Wall Street?

*Samantha leaves the picket lines and grabs a chart. It shows the "value" stocks like "OWH", "OTT" and "OONS" dropping like a rock*

DM: That's not good for anyone. Not the fans, not the stockholders, not the corporate sponsors, not the board of directors, not the media, as you'll all attest to being here today of your own volition - and most importantly, not the workers, employees, staff, and wrestling talent of the OOWF. And it just continues to show Junichiro's inability to adequately do his job. That's right, Junichiro...in inadequate. In fact, for a YALE-EDUCATED SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE, he's pretty much a failure, and has been since he started OOWF, he couldn't even do THAT right, which is why the company is now owned by a consortium. But especially now. Let's take a look at Baghdad Bob's "disarmament proposal".

Regardless, I will be engaging in multilateral disarmament across this company over the next week. My men will disarm at the end of the week--as soon as all the other guns are seized. I'm sure Stank, Justin and all will acquiesce.

DM: Ecosystem, they're both American citizens, and as such have the right to keep and bear arms. Now granted, we're not IN America, which is why I have contacted the State Department for a special dispensation for the OOWF. Anywhere the OOWF is becomes American Soil. Kind of like an aircraft carrier, but smaller and with less planes. Especially considering they're protecting themselves against a well-armed paramilitary gang of reckless thugs, I think they should get to keep their guns until you send your Blackwater Boys home. And they shouldn't "disarm at the end of the week". You should send your mercenaries home. Now. And after that, you should tender your resignation.

*The picket line starts chanting "Leave, Leave, Leave!"

DM: Ahh...you hear that, Junichiro? You guys can all hear that, right?

*The media murmurs that they can, in fact, hear*

DM: In fact some of you, like Richard Engel here who has been kind enough to fly in from Libya for this, has heard this in Arabic somewhere else. Where was that, Richard?

RE: In Egypt, Davin. Tahrir Square in Cairo.

DM: Ah..that's right. Part 2 of the historic Arab Spring, right? Remember that, Junichiro? I do. I WAS FUCKING THERE! Remember the pictures? Tens of Thousands of people who had been under "Emergency Law" for like 30 years or whatever, telling Dictator Hosni Mubarak to fucking leave.

DM: You know, you and ol' Hosni have a lot in common, Junichiro. At first, everyone liked Hosni, you know? Kind of like when you founded OOWF before you realized you couldn't hack it. But when he saw the writing on the wall, he kept trying to throw out wack concessions in a desperate attempt to retain power. You know, something like "By the end of the week I'll take guns away from my paramilitary force if you two people give your two guns back. And I'll totally keep my word".

*Picket line chants "Hosni Muyo!" Nicely done.*

DM: And there's something you need to know about me, Junichiro. Your opinion of me means nothing, whereas apparently my opinion of you means absolutely everything. Let me reiterate my opinion of you. You are a joke. You're at your best when you allow yourself to be a joke. You have no other redeeming qualities other than the ability to be a clown, a court jester. You know, dance for my amusement. Here's a nickel. That sort of thing. People like you when you're like that. Do you know why that is? Because people always like you more when you're being yourself.

DM: What you're not, and what you've proven you're not, is a leader of men. Or women. Or inanimate objects. You founded OOWF, and then quit because you couldn't handle it. Every stable you've ever "founded" has folded because of your inability to lead anyone out of a wet paper bag. And now? Your leadership only continues at gunpoint. No one respects you. I mean, to be fair, no one has EVER respected you, but they sure don't know. And nothing, not threats of force, not tainting our championships, not fucking with our spots on the card for no reason...NOTHING will make us respect you. So why don't you call Firewoman, take your sister, and leave forever. Hmm? Before she does something...oh...I dunno....irrational? I mean, you know as well as I do that Fire would NEVER do something irrational, right?

*Picket line: "HEY HEY! HO HO! ECOSYSTEM HAS GOT TO GO!"*

DM: But this is all pointless, right Junichiro? Your delusion has escalated to the point where you call me, the most decorated champion in the history of this company and the only 4-Time World Heavyweight champion an "underachiever". Unless this is opposite day. In which case: Junichiro, you are not a joke.

*The media laughs*

DM: So here we are. This is a Wildcat Strike. We are not a union, not even close. Hell, we probably don't even like each other for the most part. But you've all gotten your leaflets that Shawn prepared. So join us on the picket line, or if you're like FuckThatGuy, don't, you know, because you have a problem with me moreso than you do GUNS BEING POINTED IN YOUR FUCKING FACE EVERYWHERE YOU GO. God, you're dumber than dirt, FuckThatGuy. No wonder Alexander couldn't do anything with you. Even Brett Favre calls you dumb.

DM: But this isn't about FuckThatGuy, or Me, or even Moosehead Jack who is totally in Japan even though he's here in a fucking Ket mask because isn't he the slickest guy ever - no, this is about Ecosystem. And leaving. Primarily about him doing it. And if you want to WAIT until 6/8/11, Junichiro, that's your decision. But me, the "underachiever" who has achieved more than you ever will: Most decorated champion in the history of OOWF. Better tenure in the front office. Fans. Friends. Family. Adulation. A wife to share my life with. A little one on the way. Contendedness. Happiness, Junichiro. You call me an underachiever; I say I've achieved the American dream and so much more - more than most people get to do in a lifetime, and certainly more than you ever will....I recommend this:

DM: Leave. You don't want to see what happens next. Leave. Do yourself a favor and give yourself a chance to have that YALE-EDUCATED existence you reside in a chance to, if not achieve everything...then hell, to achieve just SOMETHING.

DM: You know. Other than being a joke. Leave. Your presence is no longer required or wanted here. Leave. Your time is coming soon enough anyway, so take your hired paramilitary goons and YOUR sorry ass...and Leave.

*Random applause*

DM: Thank you. I'll take questions.

*We fade as it seems more people have joined the "Hey Hey Ho Ho Ecosystem has got to go" chant*

[BookerShark]

Originally posted by TommyD420
DM: Thank you. I'll take questions.

*El Lobo Sangriento, who is in the crowd, raises his hand...

ELS: I have a question.

DM: Yes, you in the mask?

ELS: Are we working on Sunday?

DM: You mean will the pay-per-view still happen?

ELS: Yeah, that. I think we owe it to the fans who bought tickets and the fans who've already ordered the show -- not to mention the talent who's not in on the plan -- to let them know what's going on Sunday.

DM: ...

ELS: Right. I'll be in the Destroyatorium. Drinking. Heavily. Someone let me know if I need to be sober Sunday night.

*Lobo heads off toward the Destroyatorium as we *FADE*

[BookerShark]

Noelani is WALKING~ and TALKING~ (she's multi-talented) on her cellphone.

Noe: Yes, it arrived in one piece....I know, African transportation isn't always that reliable, but I took care of it...yes, I'm waiting until after the Pay-Per-View...My boys should be able to pull this off, but I thought that before...no, you're right, there's no point in doing it until we see how this strike thing works out...yeah, I guess, we don't won't be outcasts...yeah, we have tickets back to Honolulu through Sydney and Kuala Lumpur...yeah, let's hope, although I'm not sure I like THAT idea...yes, I'll be respectful, until she pisses me off...hey I didn't promise anything about that, you know that...fine, we'll talk about it later...yes, I'll remember the fire, I was there, I paid attention...thank you...yeah, aloha to you too.

Noelani ends the call and sighs with a roll of her eyes.

Noe: Jackass.

[BookerShark]

<we cut to a close up of a raven. As it pulls back slightly, we see that the raven is sitting on Aisha’s had. She is sitting at a table in a largel room with only moon light streaming through a window. An old ventilation fan spins slowly, casting strange shadows in the room. On the table she has an old book open in front of her. She pets the Raven, then looks at the camera with an evil grin on her face. She looks back to Cain and speaks>

In the wrestling ring, careers may grow
Facing opponents, toe to toe
Fighting our way, we wonder why
The fans in masses, aloud they cry
Drown out the pain of a landed blow

You are now dead, short days ago
You lived, you loved, as often goes
By pride, you fell, and now you lie
In shattered times

Took up the quarrel with your foe;
To him from falling hands you throw
Your last ounce of effort, a dying cry
The Spark of your career, passing by
You will forever sleep, know thy foe
In shattered times

<the camera pulls back a little more and Ketsueki Seishin steps out of the shadows behind Aisha, his arms folded across his chest, not saying a word>

Aisha: We have no honor. We are no Saints. We are here for one thing……domination. Namaste.

<Aisha leans back and laughs. Cain caws loudly and flies away. The camera focuses in on Ket’s white, soulless mask, and we fade to black>

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison walks into the Texpress Dressing Room. He finds Bridgette and Zane sitting watching OOWF-TV. Footage of his appearance at the House Show is on the screen. ~~~

Zane: You want to explain what's going on here?

Chad: I needed a workout.

Zane: So you went out and won a Singles Championship?? It's bad enough you carry that DDT joke around, but now you're sneaking around chasing Other Championships?

Chad: It's not like that, I...

Zane: You What?

Chad: Look, man, you haven't wanted to work out or do anything Wrestling related in weeks. I, on the other hand actually Want to win. and if wrestling singles matches at house shows it what I have to do to stay in ring shape, so be it.

Zane: And that's supposed to help Us? Wrestling singles matches against a stack of nobodies is supposed to make us a better team?

Chad: I don't know. If you have a better idea, I'm all ears, Partner

~~~ Eerie, uncomfortable silence ensues. Bridgette stands up and pulls Chad into The Hallway [tm] ~~~

Bridgette: Why are you blaming Zane for all of this?

Chad: I'm not! I'm just tired of doing things ALONE around here. He doesn't want to sparr. He doesn't watch tape. Heck, he hasn't eaten a meal outside that room in weeks!

Bridgette: I think you're being hard on him?

Chad: WHAT! I've never said our struggles were his fault. We're a team. we win as a unit and lose as a unit. but outside the ring, he's been even more withdrawn and anti-social than usual. THAT part IS his fault.

Bridgette, well let me tell you what he sees. Chad Madison, running off on his own, making numerous appearances at House Shows, winning another singles Championship. Ecosystem sending him a basket of cash. Barely speaking to Zane. What should he see?

Chad: I really couldn't give three craps about this (pats the OVOOWF International Television Championship) It does, however give me an excuse to go out there and get in the ring in between Mayhems. If we had, you know, regular sparring sessions like we used to, I wouldn't need it.

Bridgette: I just think you needs to step back and see the whole forest, not just the trees in front of you. Zane needs you. You need him.

~~~ Sexy Boy chimes out. Chad checks his text message ~~~

Chad: Speak of the Devil. Eco wants to see me.

Bridgette: Don't go.

Chad: Don't have much choice, do I?

Bridgette: Take Zane with you

Chad: Can't He said to come alone (shows Bridgette the text)

Bridgette: I wish you'd stay. You two should spend time together right now.

Chad: Yeah, well I wish alot of things. I'll be back

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

FADE IN on the obligatory nondescript locker room, but it's empty. The scene shifts to the OOWF interview area, also empty. Finally, The Crusher Stan Fulton is found, this time in the OOWF communal weight room. Nearby, spotting for him are the Columbian "businessmen" that Crusher's attaché, Martha Rodriguez, hired.

Said person is also nearby and she intercepts the cameraperson.

MR: "Señor Crusher is not doing interviews or promos today. He is totally focused on defending his OOWF Intercontinental Championship.

"However, I know you have questions, I shall attempt to answer what I believe those are.

"First, after consulting with our legal counsel, we have made a few offers to Ecosystem regarding the Corporate Champion position available with the OOWF. We shall wait to hear from him with any counteroffers or acceptances. We shall be quite interested in tomorrow night's World title match between our good friend, Stank, our boss, Ecosystem, and the other one.

"Second, regarding the Davin Moreland Strike, though Crusher believes Davin to be, as he says 'One hell of a guy,' he will not be participating in this wildcat strike. As we are not part of any organized union, Crusher does not see any advantage to not working. Señor Crusher supports all unions and calls them..."

Rodriguez looks down at her notes to read off the next quote.

"...'the backbone that made America what it is today.'

"Third, on this holiday weekend, Crusher would like to thank the United States Military for everything they've done and continue to do to protect his way of life. 'God bless the Armed Forces and God bless the U.S.A.'

"Finally, DH Magnusson. This is the fourth straight match between you and Fulton. We are not going to trade wins. This time the pattern ends and Señor Crusher will walk out of No Justice, No Peace still your OOWF Intercontinental Champion. Stan Fulton showed you Wednesday night what kind of punishment he can mete out. He shall do so again Sunday.

"That is all we have time for. Our training will go late into the night tonight. There will be no interviews tomorrow. And tomorrow night Stan Fulton will defeat DH Magnusson one... final... time.

"As he likes to say, 'Enjoy the pain.'"

FADE

[BookerShark]

he CEO. ~~~

Eco: You got my message then?

Chad: What do you want?

Eco: All business. I like it. I wanted to toss an idea out for you. You know, I’ve noticed there’s a little tension in your locker room right now. It seems that you could use a fresh start, a new direction.

~~~ Eco pauses for effect. Chad stares right through him. ~~~

Eco: You are wearing the OVOOWF International Television Title. You may not realize it, but I created that exact title years ago to spotlight potential superstars. OOWF Greats like The Dead and Blitz have held that very belt.

Chad: Surprised your face isn’t on it then. Is there a point to all this?

Eco: If for whatever reason, Texpress ceased to exist as a cohesive unit, I can tell you there is quite a future for Chad Madison as a future OOWF singles star.

Chad: No Thanks.

Eco: I know I know, you’re committed to Zane and the team you two have built. Just think of this. He was suspended for 6 weeks last summer and less than a month after he was gone, You were Onslaught Champion. That’s an impressive record, winning gold that soon into a singles career. No doubt you would have went on to bigger and better things had Zane not returned when he did.

Chad: Is that why I’m here? To listen to another recruiting speech? NO THANKS!

~~~ Chad Heads out the door Eco calls out after him ~~~

Eco: REMEMBER! THE PHONE LINES ARE OPEN!