OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (08/03) Live! From Kobe, Japan

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Kobe, Japan

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Onslaught Rules Matchp
Alexander Darling vs. El Lobo Sangriento

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Chris Evans

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Night Marchers

Onslaught Rules Elimination Fatal Five Way For an Onslaught Title Shot[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Mai Muyo vs. Matt Folz vs. Psykle vs. J-P Sparxx

Drink & Destroy vs. Regicide
Stank vs. JW Westgaard
Eric O'Mac vs. Davin Moreland
Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster
Honcho Williams vs. TBA

card subject to continual distraction

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*Davin Moreland is ON HIS PLANE~! eschewing the OOWF Team Flight to Japan so he can get back to his wife and daughter for a few hours. Shawn is there too, and she's asleep. Davin's on the phone*

DM: So...whaddya think? Pegasus Kid II vs. Tiger Mask V again? We stole the show 3 years ago...yeah....well, I know *I* can still go, can you (he says this with a smile)?...uh huh...well, think about it and get back to me; I don't think Selena will make a big deal out of it....To be honest, I don't think she's booking the shows, at least not alone...yeah...well, we'll see...let me know, ok?...Yeah, it'll be fun working with you again...Later, E.

*Davin closes the phone and his eyes. The pilot comes over the PA*

P: Final descent into Barnstable Municipal. About another half hour...

*fade*

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*Fade in to the Medical Wing after Bloodbath in Paradise, where we find El Lobo Sangriento BLEEDING~! all over the damn place, and can we get a fucking doctor in here please?

ELS: Calm down, Voiceover Guy.

*But there’s so much blood.

ELS: “Bloodbath in Paradise,” my friend. Just giving the Wolfpack what they paid for.

*Just then, a doctor enters and starts examining Lobo. He asks him to remove his mask, and –

ELS: Do you really need to narrate this part, Voiceover Guy?

*Sorry, Lobo. It’s in my makeup.

ELS: In that case…

*Fade in to the Medical Wing, where I’m just waking up. My head hurts. I’m dizzy…Lobo, did you punch me?

ELS: Sorry, dude. The mask had to come off so I could get my stitches. I couldn’t have you narrating my face.

*Douche move, Lobo.

ELS: No choice, friend. Now, on to what happened tonight. From what I understand, we’ve gone from one or two wrestlers being vaguely interested in my belt to five strong contenders who all want a shot. This is what I wanted. This is what I was hoping for. A legitimate Onslaught division. Not a transitional championship. Not a belt to fight over on your way to something else. Let’s dance, kids.

*That’s it? What about Folz? That bastard put you in here.

ELS: Well, SFJ Voiceover Guy, it looks like I woke Folz the fuck up. And while you were out cold, I sent him a little gift to let him know how I feel.

*Cut to Matt Folz’s locker, where there’s a new shirt hanging up. The front says ““If you fuck with me, I’ll knock you the fuck out.” On the back: “I’m not kidding about that.”

*FADE*

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-->Cut to a limousine rolling down a main street in Kobe, inside is Honcho Williams feeling tense after a long plane trip overseas and is about to doze off and get some much needed sleep. After about a minute a loud ringing is heard, and Williams jolts awake to answer his cell phone, the Samsung Fascinate by Verizon. He sees that it is his agent, Jon Miller, and answers the phone a little tersely...

HW - What? What is going on? Why did you have to wait to call me until after I was asleep. This better be good...

Jon - This is really good grumpy, but now I might not tell you...

HW - ok, I apologize, you are awesome, what is it?

Jon - Great news, I got you a match on Mayhem this week!

HW - Really!? Awesome! That is great, who am I facing?

Jon - Well they didnt give you a named opponent as of yet, but you are on the card. I am assuming a jobber.

HW - Whatever man, I'm just glad to have my first match so soon. That sounds great! Also, did you get that information I sent you from the Zane Myers fellow?

Jon - Yeah, I got that email, sounds like a noble cause. You gonna get in on this? It would make good press...

HW - I dont give a shit about press, I would have done it anyway. Make sure you get in touch with his people and set something up after we get back from Japan

Jon - Definitely will do, will be a pleasure. Anything else you need?

HW - I'm set, see you at ringside later.

Jon - Later bro.

-->Williams ends the call and sits back and breathes a sigh of relief. He holds up his arms to the ceiling of the car in triumph. The era of Honcho Williams is about to begin!

SHORT FADE

-->Fade back in after commercial break to Williams walking into the arena with his gear and getting to the locker room that was assigned to him....never had one of these before! He set down his gear and made his way to the gym inside the arena. After several minutes of handshakes and hellos from other workers in the OOWF, and just before he gets to the gym, he runs into Zane Myers....

HW - Ah Zane, glad to see you again. You enjoy the show on Sunday?

Zane - Definitely. How you been?

HW - Ah good, bit of a rough plane ride but I won't complain. The federation has been most accommodating.

Zane - Yeah, they usually are. Hey, I saw you got on the card, congrats man.

HW - Thanks, gonna get my breakthrough right here. Try to impress the fans a little. Anyways, my agent has all that information you gave me and he will be in touch with your people after the trip.

Zane - Awesome, they'll be excited for the new help. Anyway, gotta run. Take care.

-->As Zane leaves, Williams turns and walks towards the gym and notices that it is extremely busy, except for one person in the back, that Williams is not able to distinguish. Maybe a worker here, maybe a creepy local guy? Who knows...

As Williams gets to the entrance, the man starts speaking to him in Japanese, Williams politely tells the man he doesnt know what he is saying, but takes the towel being offered to him. As Williams sits down, he hears the loud thud of weights clashing together, and the man in the back sits up with a growl. Who is that man?....as the camera fades out.


FADE

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Back to the OOWF Medical Wing, where we have one pissed off redhead.

Doc: Okay, surprisingly no concussion, just your usual round of stitches and--

FW: I'll be back for that. I have to get the ring ready, remind the newbies of the travel together rule, and oh yeah, kill someone.

She hops off the cot and is STORMING~! down the hall. She gets to the referee locker room, and bursts in, not caring that they are in various stages of changing. She looks over to Creech.

FW: I'll deal with you later.

She is instead there to deal with the one who is cowering in the corner. She walks up to Sterling Glaw, grabs him by the collar and slams him into the lockers. She doesn't let go and holds him there.

FW: What the FUCK was that?

Hightower: Hey, Boss, maybe you can --

FW: Maybe you can shut up unless you want to be next. Referee Glaw....

Glaw: Y-y-y-yes ma'am?

FW: Can you please explain to me why chairs and other international objects aren't allowed in the ring?

Glaw: B-b-b-because then they can be used as plot devices to keep a feud going through DQs so that it--

FW: No, Glaw...the kayfabe reason.

Glaw: Oh....b-b-b-b-because someone could get h-h-h-h-hurt.

FW: That's right. And what's a competent referee supposed to do when a wrestler brings a chair into a match where it isn't legal?

Glaw: G-g-g-g-get rid of it.

FW: Very good. And what did you do tonight?

Glaw: I-i-i-i.....d-d-d-didn't....

FW: Okay, good. Just so we're clear on that. Now since you know the rules, the question is why you decided to just ignore those. I can't help but remember someone telling me a story about you, once upon a time. You were quite willing to look the other way if the price was right, weren't you?

Glaw: That w-w-w-w-was a l-l-l-l-long t-t-t-time ago...

FW: So? Bad economy....someone's apparently willing to pay people to take me out, doesn't seem like too much of a stretch that they'd be willing to pay off a referee to make sure that happened.

Glaw: .....

FW: Oh...suddenly silent. I know what that means in an interrogation, Glaw. That means I am right, eh?

Glaw looks down at the floor. Fire looks at him with disgust, and then lets go if his shirt. The other referees look away uncomfortably.

FW: Okay, who was it....

Glaw: I...I don't know.....I got an envelope...directions......it's my kids, Fire....I need to--

FW: Do NOT even talk to me about your kids. You get paid pretty well. Maybe if you sent some of your salary home to them instead of wasting it at the track--

Firewoman pauses, as if she made a connection.

FW: Pack your shit.

Glaw: Yes m-m-m-ma'am....I'll get to the plane right a--

FW: Yes, but not our plane. You're fired.

Glaw: What? WHAT?

The other referees look at each other incredulously.

Hightower: You can't fire him because you lost.

FW: First off, genius, I won. Secondly I'm firing him because he AGAIN took bribes to determine the outcome of a match. You really want to go to bad for one of your own that makes your profession a joke?

Hightower looks away uncomfortably.

FW: You can appeal to the board when we get back from Japan. If I see you again before that.....

Firewoman lets the threat hang in the air. She turns and leaves the locker room and runs into SFJ#6.

SFJ6: Firewoman...care to comment on your firing of Sterling Glaw?

FW: What is there to comment on? I do have a message for Attitude Adjuster. *She looks straight into the camera*

Okay, Alan. You got my attention. You say someone wants me out of wrestling? Well, come bring it. I'm tired of playing with you. Anytime, anywhere. But be careful....I may be playing nice with everyone right now, but somewhere...deep inside.....remember the tale of the scorpion. Keep poking. I dare you.

She wipes some of the blood from one of her cuts out of her eyes.

Just make sure I don't see you first.

Firewoman storms back down the hall toward her office.

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AA is on the phone and clearly agitated.

"No, I don't think YOU understand, Mr. Big Shot With All The Money! You may be able to fly across the Pacific Ocean to Japan for some piece of crap wrestling federation, but I can't. So unless you plan of paying my way...

..Yes, I AM threatening you! So shut up and listen for a second. Unless you plan on paying my way to Japan, AND all my living expenses for that month, you can find someone else to take out Firewoman. I'm not LOSING money to put her out of wrestling! You are not my charity case!

That's right, you think about it. You have 24 hours to decide whether you want me in Japan. And while you're at it, start thinking about how you're going to deal with Canada for me. Apparently there is no statute of limitations for killing a 'Fine Indian Gifts and Trinkets' salesman up there."

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CUT to arena at World Hall in Kobe, Japan. The home of Dragon Gate Pro Wrestling. The ring is set up for a Dragon Gate show scheduled for tonight, though there are OOWF banners already hung around the arena.

Walking down on the floor is current OOWF Intercontinental Champion and one-third of the Campeonas de Trios Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Walking by his side is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.

SF: “Wow. Kobe World Hall. I always hoped I could work here some day. Here and at the Tokyo Dome.”

MR: “Well you’re defending the Intercontinental title...”

SF: “Championship.”

MR: “...Wednesday night against Chris Evans.”

SF: “That sparkles with me.”

MR: “Firewoman’s. Short turn around time after the pay-per-view. Not a lot of build-up for this match. But it’s promo time, Stan. (whispering) The camera’s over there.”

SF: “I can see the red light, thanks.”

(to the camera) “Chris. Uh... Evans. You and me fight. Wednesday. For IC championship. I’m going to win.”

Fulton sort of peters out after this less-than-stellar promo.

MR: “Really? Really? Really.”

SF: “The Miz’s.”

MR: “That’s the best you can do? There are five-star promos happening all over this business. CM Punk. Davin Moreland. And you come out with that piece of shit. On this hallowed ground? You should be ashamed.”

Fulton drops his head in shame.

SF: “Sorry. Let me think about it and I’ll try again.”

Fulton sits in a ringside chair, rests his chin in his hand as we FADE.

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CUT to arena at World Hall in Kobe, Japan. The home of Dragon Gate Pro Wrestling. The ring is set up for a Dragon Gate show scheduled for tonight, though there are OOWF banners already hung around the arena.

Walking down on the floor is current OOWF Intercontinental Champion and one-third of the Campeonas de Trios Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Walking by his side is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.

SF: “Wow. Kobe World Hall. I always hoped I could work here some day. Here and at the Tokyo Dome.”

MR: “Well you’re defending the Intercontinental title...”

SF: “Championship.”

MR: “...Wednesday night against Chris Evans.”

SF: “That sparkles with me.”

MR: “Firewoman’s. Short turn around time after the pay-per-view. Not a lot of build-up for this match. But it’s promo time, Stan. (whispering) The camera’s over there.”

SF: “I can see the red light, thanks.”

(to the camera) “Chris. Uh... Evans. You and me fight. Wednesday. For IC championship. I’m going to win.”

Fulton sort of peters out after this less-than-stellar promo.

MR: “Really? Really? Really.”

SF: “The Miz’s.”

MR: “That’s the best you can do? There are five-star promos happening all over this business. CM Punk. Davin Moreland. And you come out with that piece of shit. On this hallowed ground? You should be ashamed.”

Fulton drops his head in shame.

SF: “Sorry. Let me think about it and I’ll try again.”

Fulton sits in a ringside chair, rests his chin in his hand as we FADE.

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Cut to Chris Evans, who is sitting in his locker room.

Folz: Hey Chris, man, there you are. SO how you holding up?

Chris: How am I holding up? What the hell kinda stupid question is that, Matt? Bryce is gone. Him and I, we were gonna join back together, form our own group, and lead the OOWF into the future. And now he’s gone. Eric proved how he truly feels about us. You saw what he did, how he took Bryce and tossed him in the trash like that.

Eric can say all he wants about doing that for our greater good, but he showed that this whole time, that group was just about him, his way to stay in the spotlight. We were nothing but his pawns, and once we tried to do something about it like I did, he turned his back on us. He always said to try to make a name for ourselves, and so that’s what I tried to do. He knows damn well that if he was in my position, he would have done the exact same thing.

F: I know. Hell, he kicked me out as well.

C: What?

F: Yeah, didn’t you hear? The Brass Knuckle Kings are finished. Eric broke the faction up, well, what was left of it. So now I’m in the same boat that you’re in.

C: So I take it you’re looking for work.

F: That’s what I’m here for. Whatever this whole New Guard thing you’ve got going on, you can count me in. Both of us have got nothing to lose, but everything to gain.

C: True.

F: But how do you expect us to go up against the veterans?

C: Haven’t you been paying attention to my promos? Hell, you should be since you can’t cut your own nowadays.

F: Shut up, Chris. But yeah, you’ve got a point. So which part were you referring to?

C: The part where there are those who are willing to make a stand for themselves but have not had the ability or the wherewithal to do it due to the powers that be.

F: That works for me. So, any names in mind?

C: Yeah, I do. I’m basically looking for anyone who joined after I did. Hell, there’s one or two that I have in mind that nobody would ever see coming.

F: Like who?

*Evans whispers the names into Folz’s ear.

F: No way! They would…

C: That’s just between us, and its nothing official as of yet. It’s just a feeling that I’ve got.

F: But they’re…

C: I said shut it! You know how there’s cameras everywhere around this place.

F: Alright. So what do we do now?

C: Well for now, my focus is on restoring my name around here. And nothing gets that done faster than having a championship title around your waist, so Fulton is my top priority as of right now. After that, we can begin.

E: Begin what?

C: All in due time, Folz. All in due time.

*fade to black*

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CUT back to Kobe World Hall. The Crusher Stan Fulton is still sitting with his chin in his hand. Martha Rodriguez is no where in sight, as she probably got tired of waiting for Fulton’s brain to kick in.

OOWF-TV has been running classic matches on the Jumbotron. The Three Stages of Hell Match between Moosehead Jack and Concrete TG from Hell on Earth IV was just shown, then the current promo from Chris Evans. Fulton watches then looks towards the camera (see there, that red light; yeah, that’s it).

“Chris, you poor sorry son-of-a-bitch. You still don’t get it.

“Davin said to stand up and take the reins and yet you still saddle yourself with losers like Matt Folz and worry about what other’s think of you.

“You’ve been with the OOWF longer than I have, yet I learned that it doesn’t matter what the rest of the wrestlers think nor what the quote-unquote fans think.

“The only thing that matters is championships. Now I happen to hold two of them and you think you’re going to just waltz in on Wednesday and take one of them away from me? Not likely.

“The only new blood that’s going to be prevalent on Wednesday is your’s which I’ll spill all over this very ring.

“You know, I can appreciate what you’re going through, Chris. I truly can. Spinning your wheels, the teammates you thought were going to be there through thick and thin leave you hanging. I’ve been there. But we’re going about fixing it in different ways.

“You, for example, are begging and recruiting for your New Blood regime. I went out and won the Onslaught championship, then the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal championship, then the Intercontinental championship and now the Campeonas de Trios championship. I had other people seek me out. For I will be the next OOWF Six-Pack Champion.

“You will be a line or two in the history of this company. Someone who never lived up to his potential. Someone who always took the easy way out. Someone who had to ride the coattails of another to get what he wanted.

“Enjoy the anonymity. Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

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-->CUT to backstage in the locker room of Honcho Williams and we see Williams standing in front of the camera with a grin from ear to ear, nodding his head up and down. He lets out a quick chuckle before speaking...

HW - Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who have not heard yet, I am Mark "Honcho" Williams, the OOWF's newest superstar and I'm here to go right to the top and be the best superstar I can be!

-->Williams takes a second to shift his position and begins to lean against one of the lockers...

HW - Now, as you all know, no successful wrestler went anywhere without an instructor and mentor, and I am no exception. To me, having the knowledge and skill set of this man in my corner will make we hundreds of times better!

-->Williams moves to the middle of the room as the camera follows, being careful not to expose the identity of the man to keep the suspense...

HW - Without further ado, here, ladies and gentlemen is my new mentor/teacher!...

-->Camera finishes panning to the left and we see the large stature of none other than CC Scott...

CC - That's right! I, for one, knows what it takes to be successful in this business, and believe me, I know talent when I see it, and this guy here, is the real deal. Honcho will be taking the OOWF by storm, just you wait fans!

-->With that, the two smirk for the camera as we fade to black....


FADE

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GM Selena is SITTING~ in her office at Kobe World Hall, shoving handfuls of red M&M's in her mouth. Moosehead Jack enters her office and sits in the chair opposite her desk. She either doesn't notice he's there, or purposely ignoring him.

MHJ: You wanted to see me, Mouse?

Selena says nothing, just shoves another handful of red M&M's in her mouth. After a few awkward moments, Moose clears his throat. Selena once again grabs a handful but instead of eating them, she chucks them at Moose.

MHJ: That's a waste, Mouse.

GMSa-T: Don't Mouse me.

Moose does as close to chuckling as he can.

GMSa-T: Dude! I'm serious! You embarrassed me.

MHJ: Wasn't my intent, I assure you.

GMSa-T: I don't care what your stupid intent was. You wanted to show up Mai Muyo. Fine, you did it. But you made me look stupid out there.

MHJ: I made you a helluva match...

GMSa-T: I'm the General Manager! Match making is my job, not yours! That match should have happened at Bloodbath! They booed! I! Don't! Get! Booed!

MHJ: Mouse, you really need to stop caring what They think...

Selena chucks another handful of red M&M's at Moose.

MHJ: Fine line, Selena...

GMSa-T: I know you don't give a flying crap about Them, but they pay your salary for a job that keeps you out of prison. They expected a match, a match WE can deliver and you screwed them out of it! This isn't TNA!

Kayfabe pokes her head around the corner shaking her finger at Selena.

GMSa-T: Not now, Kayfabe! Ooh, nice new dress, is that Calvin Klein?

MHJ: Selena, you can get mad at me all you want. It's happened. It's over. Be grateful you have a great match on the card for the Japan tour. Trust Me. You made me temporary GM for a reason...

Selena grins and sits back down at her desk. She pulls out what appears to be a contract and places it on her desk in front of her.

GMSa-T: Ya know, I've given you a lot of leeway, Moose, 'cuz frankly, I think you're awesome. BUt...

Selena claps the edges of the contract papers on her desk.

GMSa-T: This is my show. This is my company. I love what you do, you do it better than anyone else, but if you cross me again...

Selena hands Moose the contract. Moose looks at it briefly, then looks back to Selena.

MHJ: My contract? So what? You saying you're gonna tear it up? I highly doubt that.

Selena smiles and eats a solitary red M&M.

GMSa-T: Oh, no no no no, I wouldn't fire one of my top draws, silly Moosie. I'd simply enact one of those new clauses I added to your contract. They're on page C11.

Moose skims through the pages, finds the right page, and his eyes get big.

MHJ: Mouse...

GMSa-T: Uncle Moose. Please don't make me do any of that to you.

MHJ: Why. Would you dare...

GMSa-T: Don't feel bad, I did it to Davin too. Omar's idea, actually. One of the law dudes said those would be good insurance. Ya know, to make sure none of the top draws do stupid stuff again and get themselves suspended. AGAIN.

Moose stands and slaps the contract on Selena's desk.

MHJ: Poe has taught you well.

Selena grins at Moose.

GMSa-T: Master is very wise. So you gonna be Uncle Moose again? or should I start productions on the masks?

MHJ: Don't you dare.

GMSa-T: Good luck on Wednesday, Moosey. And remember...Smile for the Cameras.

Moose turns to leave without a word, but the camera catches a slight amused/impressed look on his face as he leaves.

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*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! on his plane, heading toward Japan. He's on his laptop IMing with someone. It's VERY quiet on the plane, only the sound of the IM noises. Probably because he's the only one there. We join the IM conversation, already in progress.*

GOAT_Moreland4: Yeah, on my way back now.

LexieD: when do you think you'll be here?

GOAT_Moreland4: Late afternoon...I think...Of course, it will be Wednesday there by then. Probably. Gotta love jetlag.

LexieD: come on you love Japan

GOAT_Moreland4: I do? When did that start?

LexieD: oh stop. Ramu's already been by looking for you

GOAT_Moreland4: I should call her then. She's such a good kid.

LexieD: shes like an icon here

GOAT_Moreland4: I hope she comes stateside at some point. She's already better than 95% of the Divas.

LexieD: lol

GOAT_Moreland4: Know what I just realized?

LexieD: what

GOAT_Moreland4: This will be the first time I've been at an OOWF event completely on my own in like 5 years.

LexieD: Shawn's not with you?

GOAT_Moreland4: Nope. National Training Center. Sucking in a meet when you're trying to make the Olympics calls for drastic measures.

LexieD: moony's not with you either?

GOAT_Moreland4: I guess she's really helping out Sammy and Ma a lot. Ma kinda begged me to let her stay.

LexieD: so what are you gonna do with yourself?

GOAT_Moreland4: Watch lots of porn?

LexieD: hehe

GOAT_Moreland4: Seriously. I dunno. This week should be more of an exhibition anyway. I think Eric's gonna bust out the Tiger Mask.

LexieD: That match was awesome.

GOAT_Moreland4: I know. I did the 2-fer that night. Eric earlier in the card, and then Alex's mystery partner later.

LexieD: which spawned the greatest tag team never to win matches.

GOAT_Moreland4: Which eventually spawned the formation of the current IWA-MS Tag Team Champions.

LexieD: aww

GOAT_Moreland4: What are we gonna do with those anyway?

LexieD: I dunno. Ian has called me like 5000 times.

GOAT_Moreland4: He's such a douche.

LexieD: yessir

GOAT_Moreland4: anyway

LexieD: What else is up?

GOAT_Moreland4: I miss Mickie.

LexieD: She'll be there when you get back

GOAT_Moreland4: I know. Just can't wait for Sammy and her to join us out here.

LexieD: Are you doing this whole trip on your own?

GOAT_Moreland4: yup

LexieD: well now I guess we see what happens when you dont have people doing stuff for you all the time

GOAT_Moreland4: I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

LexieD: ...

GOAT_Moreland4: I AM!

LexieD: of course you are....

GOAT_Moreland4: Stop being a douche.

LexieD: ok fine. I gotta go, Alex is calling me. text me when you land.

GOAT_Moreland4: ok later

LexieD: later

*Davin leans back, turn on his Unsponsored MP3 player, and appears to fall asleep*

*fade*

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<Moose is sitting in the back of the arena in Kobe (since it seems that NO ONE wants to follow the we fly together rule) He is sitting outside smoking a cigar listening to the sounds of the city when Firewoman comes out, still annoyed beyond words. She comes out and lights up a cigarette, takes a few drags, then snaps and kicks some random items that were clearly annoying her>

MHJ: I take it all is well?

<Fire jumps at this, having not seen Moose>

FW: It's FINE

MHJ: Uh sure it is

FW: Did you SEE what went on out there?

MHJ: Yeah I did. You look like shit out there

FW: I mean, it was basically two on one and I.......wait WHAT?

MHJ: You suck in the ring right now

FW: <glaring> FUCK. YOU.

MHJ: Fine, whatever. I am not the one that looks like shit out there. I am not the one fighting scared

FW: I am not scared of anything

MHJ: Sure you're not. Look, just go back to being Commissioner Fan Favorite, or whatever. It's fine.

FW: So this is what it is all about right? I am happy, and you hate it

MHJ: It's got nothing to do with you, stop making it all about you. It is about you looking like shit in the ring

FW: I. DO. NOT. LOOK. LIKE. SHIT. IN. THE . RING!

MHJ: Ok

<Fire starts to walk away, then comes back>

FW: What are you talking about exactly?

MHJ: Who are you trying to make happy?

FW: What?

MHJ: Are you really happy? Or are you just doing what you think SHOULD make you happy?

FW: What Alex and I have......

MHJ: I am not talking about that piece of shit. This has nothing to do with him.

FW: Then what the hell......

MHJ: Really? The fact that I have to spell it out to you means you don't have a fucking clue. It's a wonder you have won a match at all

FW: You are seriously starting to piss me off Moose

MHJ: The old Fire........the REAL Fire.......whether you want to admit it or not......would have already gutted AA and left him to die. THIS Fire.......this Fire has no fucking idea what to do. You are so busy trying to be a face and do the right thing, and be June Cleaver to your idiot husband that you have COMPLETELY lost focus of who you really are in the ring.

FW: So this is analyze Fire time, huh

MHJ: Seems to be all the rage these days

FW: You have no idea what you are talking about

MHJ: Of course I don't. As always, Fire has all the answers, right?

FW: Just give me Happy DethBat and I will SHOW you what I can do

MHJ: No

FW: No?

MHJ: Nope. Right now you wouldn't have a fucking clue what to do with it. You would just stand there and be all facey with it, and then there would be little foam HDB's sold to the idiot fans. Not. Fucking. Happening. You figure out who you are, then we will talk. Until then.......forget it.

<Moose goes back to smoking his cigar, Fire stares at him with rage in her eyes, then turns and storms off>

[BookerShark]

SLOW FADE UP on exterior of the Ikuta Shrine in Kobe. Just exiting the shrine is OOWF Intercontinental and Campeonas de Trios Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.

Fulton is wearing a sport coat and khakis, not dissimilar to most of the men around him. He, however, does stand out as the only gaikokujin and even then the only one who is over 300 pounds with a bushy black beard.

Fulton is “accosted” by a random SFJ.

SFJ123: “Mr. Fulton. A moment of your time, please.”

SF: “Of course. Does not the serenity of this place speak to you?”

SFJ123: “Uh, yes. Yes. What brings you to Ikuta today?”

SF: “The lives of those associated with Puroresu are oftentimes filled with violence and anger. Pain and suffering. Even those that revel in the blood and destruction occasionally need a spiritual cleansing. I am here today to find some peace and tranquility.”

SFJ123: “Did you find that?”

SF: “I did. The Vietnamese Buddhist Thich Nhat Hanh once said ‘When you understand the roots of anger in yourself and in the other, your mind will enjoy true peace, joy and lightness.’ I come to places like this occasionally to find those roots of anger in myself.”

SFJ123: “But in the ring you are a violent, mean person. Isn’t what you do there and what is found here a contradiction?”

SF: “No, my child. For you see I come to places like this to understand my anger and control it so it does not control me. I would say that my friend Moose fights that anger to control it. The ways are different, but the end result is the same.

“We control the anger and the violence and not the other way around. We decide on whom to release the destruction and bloodshed. We’re not wild animals, like say Psycle. My four Onslaught title reigns and Moose’s recent victories are proof of that.”

SFJ123: “So by controlling who you beat up you find happiness?”

SF: “Exactly. Take for instance this Wednesday night at Midweek Mayhem, right here in Kobe, Japan...”

The nearby crowd pops quietly for this.

SF: “...where I face Chris “Lionheart” Evans for my Intercontinental Championship. Now I’m not a fan of Chris, nor of his Brass Knuckle King friends.”

SFJ123: “Is it because they use brass knuckles?”

SF: “Hardly. I’d be quite the hypocrite to complain about using a foreign object in the ring. No, it’s more the whiny ‘I deserve everything handed to me’ attitude. This attitude is more prevalent in the younger generation who do not understand that they have to actually put forward effort and toil and work for that proverbial brass ring, so to speak.

“He has all sorts of talent, but thinks that just because he has talent he can sit back and have title reigns laid at his feet. But it doesn’t work that way. It takes hard work in the weight room, hours perfecting not only the skills in the ring but the skills on the mic.

“Look at Davin Moreland. Six Pack Champion. Multiple time World Heavyweight Champion. Brings it in the ring and sparkles on the mic. In his day, the best there was. Now, granted, those days are gone, but during his peak nothing was better than Davin.

“Today, I don’t see anyone that shines like Davin did.

“Except me. Now I’m certainly not the ring technician that Davin or LD Williams are. I can’t float around a ring like I wasn’t held down by gravity. But there is no doubt, my little friend, that I am fantastically talented. I’ve been with the OOWF for about fourteen months and have held four different championships. Two of which I hold now.

“Now I cannot promo like Davin or Moose or Stank or Firewoman. But I’m not a slouch in that department either. I’m not just showing up once a week to grunt into the camera that I’m going to beat my opponent, or even worse, not showing up at all. I’m looking right at you Folz and DH.”

“So I’m the total package, my dear little journalist. And whiny snot-nosed little punks like Chris Evans deserve to be pummeled within an inch of their life. And I’m more than willing to do that. Evans seems to think that he’s going to make waves in this company now, after all this time in which he hasn’t. And he thinks my Intercontinental Championship will allow him to succeed in those goals.

“Well, tough shit, Chris. You can take your goals of OOWF domination and ram them straight up your ass. For I’ve centered myself and cleansed the past violence out of my system. I’m all set to start on some good clean new violence. And you’re the lucky S.O.B. who gets it first.

“Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton puts on a pair of sunglasses, pats the tiny SFJ on the head and walks off with the rest of the crowd. The SFJ’s mouth is kind of hanging open and she lets the microphone tip over as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

*Davin is on his way into the arena, but there are throngs of people, mostly kids, oustide in front of the door. He breaks out the Sharpie and signs something for every single last one of them; anything from the 90 versions of a Davin Moreland t-shirt to Foam Happy Dethbats, which have been around for well over a year now (Moose making a percentage off each one). He finally gets inside. He knocks on Texpress' door and checks in with them for a minute before heading to his own locker room. Empty. Quiet.*

DM: Huh. I kinda like quiet...

*He starts unpacking, and lights a cigarette; you know, since he can smoke and no one's there to bitch. He pulls out his phone and dials*

DM: LD? Hey, how you been? Good, listen, I was just thinking...You too? That's weird...Yeah, I was thinking we should have a match while we're over here too, but something awesome....maybe an Ironman or something...you know, something the fans will go batshit for...All right well get back to me and let me know so we can both approach Selena about it...ok great, talk to you later...

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman goes STORMING~! away from Moose, kicking trashcans, catering tables, production assistants...whatever gets in her way and is too stupid or inanimate to get out of it. She rounds a corner and an arm reaches out of a doorway, and pulls her in. She breaks free and throws a right roundhouse that connects. She goes to follow up with a left but it's blocked.

DM: Okay, slugger, that's enough.

FW: DAVIN! What the fuck are you doing!

DM: SMOKING! In my OWN LOCKER ROOM. Without a gaggle of people telling me not to.

FW: Whoop-de-doo.....

Fire turns to leave.

DM: Wait! Where are you going?

FW: Loading dock. I need a cigarette and Alex won't let me smoke in the Suites.

DM: Are you deaf? THERE IS NO ONE HERE! Smoke 'em if you got 'em!

It takes a minute for this to register, and then Fire smiles, pulls out her Zippo and lights one up. She pulls out a flask and offers it to Davin who takes a swig.

DM: Let me guess, Alex doesn't let you drink in the suites either?

FW: Of course he does. He just doesn't like it if I drink when I'm pissed.

DM: Isn't that like all the time?

FW: Very funny. *she takes a swig herself, and looks around kind of awkwardly.* So...uh....how's Mick--

DM: OMG she's AWESOME...Look! Sam sent 50 more pictures today to my phone.

Davin holds the phone up and scrolls through the pictures with Fire. Fire oohs and aahs at all the right places but after picture 30 or so she gets quieter. Davin actually notices and puts the phone away.

DM: Oh right...look....um....sorry about--

FW: It's okay, cous'. Probably for the best. You did say that I shouldn't breed.

DM: Yeah well, I was mad. I mean, you had stabbed me in the knee.

Fire seems to blink a bit and look away.

DM: Hey...it's past okay? I was mad...hell, who wouldn't be....but...you're family...and besides, it wasn't you--

FW: Davin....I think

DM: Okay, yeah, it was. But you weren't yourself. Okay, you kind of were, but...can we just move on?

FW: Okay...so....okay, good talk, cous'....

DM: Moose is an ass, okay?

FW: That's hardly news, either.

They continue to pass the flask back and forth as they talk.

DM: Alright, I'm just going to say this. Far be it from me to tell you what to do, and I know you're trying to hang on to some relationship with him. But I've said this before: Moose cares about Moose and only Moose. He wants you to be more like him because that means Moose can care about Moose even when Moose is Fire. I know that's circumlocutory, but the point is this. You're not him. And you don't have to BE like him just because you think he wants you to.

Time passes...the flask is empty, but Davin has found a bottle. The words are much more slurred.

DM: Hey...do you remember that time at mom's house . . . we were riding bi-bi-bicycles....

FW: Davin...I don't remember that much from back then...Dr. Sid calls it...suppression....

DM: He does not...

FW: Obsession...

DM: REPRESSION.

FW: THAT!

DM: Well we were riding bicycles, and you wanted to ride, but you didn't have one...and all the boys were making fun of you, and you looked like you were going to cry....

FW: Wait...I remember........I punched someone.

DM: YOU DID!!! You totally did! Not just anyone. Big Johnny Turturo. We were all secretly afraid of him, but not my cousin. Just as he was making a crybaby noise, you hauled off and punched him right in the nose.

FW: Yes! And you all cheered!

DM: Damn straight we did. None of us had the guts then to stand up to him. His dad ran the local mafia.

FW: Oh of COURSE he was.

DM: I know, right?

FW: Eh, you were just all smarter than me...

DM: Maybe, but damn....The guys all said "She's your COUSIN?" Definitely upped my street cred.

FW: I remember I took his bike too. It was WAY too big for me.

DM: Didn't stop you though....you tried to ride it all the way home.

FW: Ooooo, yeah. Then his mom called Mrs....er, Aunt Robin......I had to give the bike back and apologize.

DM: Did you?

FW: Give the bike back? Yeah.

DM: Apologize?

FW: Fuck no. I think I said something like "I'm sorry your face got in the way of my fist."

DM: Yeah....*Davin falls silent*...then.....

FW: What?

DM: Oh, mom went and got you a bike that was your size. I mean, it was pink...she meant well. I told her you weren't a "pink" kind of girl....

FW: I don't remember that.

DM: Well, no...mom brought it home the same day Auntie Rose came back...

FW: Oh.

DM: She kept it for a while. She figured Rose would bring you back ....

FW: Yeah, well.....

Silence. Then Fire raises the bottle.

FW: To Aunt Robin...the best thing that should have happened to me but didn't.

DM: I'll drink to that.

And he does. Time passes. So does that bottle. Another one appears to be scrounged up, although it's hard to tell if it's a different one. When we cut back in, words are slurring more and both of them have decided that sitting is a good thing. But they are laughing a lot and talking in that loud voice that drunk people have.

DM: No no no....LUCIOS was against it. I thought you two were great.

FW: Yeah?

DM: It was like...talk about opposites attracting...he was a lot more fun, and quite frankly his ADHD was less annoying.

FW: Aww....that's so sweet.....

DM: And look at him now...he's a manwhore.

FW: He wasn't a manwhore with me.

DM: Well, no, your appetite is legendary. He was probably too worn out.

FW: And I think he was a manwhore before that.

DM: Maybe. But he was Fire's Manwhore.

FW: Cowboy Manwhore. *happy sigh*

DM: TO COWBOY MANWHORES!

FW: I'LL DRINK TO THAT!

And they do. Firewoman stands to get...who knows what, and knocks over the lamp. It shatters. Fortunately there's still other lights.

DM: Dammit Fire! That's why we can't have nice things.

FW: TO NICE THINGS!

DM: I'LL DRINK TO THAT!

And they do. Time passes.....so does more alcohol. Laughter and loud talking.

DM: YES! That little sigh thing that she does when you nibble right there...

FW: Totally hot, I agree...wait a minute...I thought you said nothing happened!!

DM: Oh please...you know her....I mean...biblically...

FW: Indeed....

DM: You really think--

FW: Naw, I never believed that...

DM: TO NOT BELIEVING!!

FW: I'LL DRINK TO THAT!!

And they do. More hysterical laughter and loud talking. Pretty soon, the last of who knows how many bottles is gone. Fire looks at her phone and sees it flashing.

FW: Uh oh...I think the old ball and chain wants to know where I am.

DM: Doesn't he watch OOWF-TV?

FW: Maybe...dunno...

DM: You should probably go then.

FW: Yeah...

Fire stands on wobbly legs. Davin does too.

FW: Whoa!

DM: Need help? He can come get you.

FW: I'm fine...

DM: Fire....someone wants to end your career. You staggering drunk through the halls is not a good thing.

FW: It'll be fine.

DM: Call Alex.

FW: Naw, I don't want to bug him.

DM: Fire...that's part of the whole...marriage deal...the awesome part....

FW: Yeah, well, we're not all that traditional...

DM: Well, you should be. Seriously, Fire...Alex and I may not always see eye-to-eye, but that has nothing to do with you.

FW: Wow...you ARE drunk.

DM: In vino veritas.

FW: This is whiskey.

DM: I just want my cousin to be healthy and happy.

FW: Then you shouldn't have fed her all that whiskey.

The two laugh hysterically, and then Fire opens the door and goes staggering a bit down the hall. Davin closes it and turns toward the couch, but instead falls onto the floor. A few seconds later a deep snoring sound can be heard.

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Zane Myers and Chad Madison stand in front of the OOWF interview banner, taking a drink from their Aquafina bottles ~~~

Zane: Hawaiian's. Night Marchers, whatever you go by these days, it wasn't all that long ago that we set the wrestling world on fire with a best of Seven Series.

Chad: You came out on top in that, but since then..... What have you done? Changed your attitude? Not for the better it seems. The momentum you built with that series win was squandered.

Zane: While we might have hit rock bottom, we have bounced right back and now (pats the OOWF Tag Team Championships belt around his waist) we are back where we belong.

Chad: So Wednesday, live from Kobe (HUGE Cheap Pop) Japan, we're putting these Championships on the line. Kai, Aina it's time to find out if you still Measure Up

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz and his new personal inteviewer/girlfriend Jaime McAllister standing in front of an official OOWF promo banner.

JM: Matt, let's start with your association with the Brass Knuckle Kings. There are rumors that Eric has fired you from the group, is that true?

MF: That is not true. Eric and I had a long conversation in which I thanked him for his guidance and leadership over the past few months. I apologized for not living up to my end of the bargain and voluntarily resigned from the group. I don't believe there are hard feelings on either side, and if Eric needs my help at some point in the future all he has to do is ask.

JM: And what about your friendship with Chris Evans? Are you going to continue to team with him?

MF: Well the first thing regarding Chris is I owe him an apology. I saw his movie last week and thought he did a phenomenal job, much better with the character than I thought he'd be.

JM: What are you talking about? What movie?

MF: Captain America.

JM: ......

MF (Shrugging): Yeah, that joke didn't go over when Evans tried it in OOWF chat either. Still, not even a courtesy laugh from you?

JM (Sarcastically): HA!

MF: Watch it will you? I think Eric has that shit trademarked, and also fuck you by the way.

JM (Smirking): Maybe if you promo more often.

MF (laughing): Walked right into that one. Ok, where was I?

JM: Chris Evans...... the OOWF's Chris Evans.

MF: Right. To answer your question, yes we have had discussions about continuing to team, and I'd love to do it. I truly believe if we became a full time tag team that we could eventually go down as one of the greatest in OOWF history.

JM: What about his vendetta against the so called "old guard" in this company?

MF: We're still kicking ideas around about that, don't have a formal plan at this time.

JM: Moving on, this week you're in an Elimination Match for the number one contender's slot for the Onslaught title. Your thoughts?

MF: My thought is I feel sorry for the 4 other people in the ring with me. See, Eric was right, I wasn't living up to my potential. I LET myself become a fucking joke in this company. That all stops begining tomorrow night. All you OOWF fans will see the real Matt Folz. To steal from my first mentor in this business "The path of rage has begun. Beat me if you can, Survive if I....fucking....let..... you"

Fade

[BookerShark]

The camera comes on and shows IQ and Psykle in the arena making their way to their locker room. IQ is chatting amicably with the young Japanese fans he's hired to carry their luggage. Psykle on the other hand, is visibly upset.

Psykle: Why do we have to be here?

IQ stops chatting with the fans and catches up to Psykle.

IQ: What's wrong big guy?

Psykle: Japan. History. You're the smart one.

IQ: Heh, that I am. Don't worry about it. I've made arrangements. He's not here in the country right now. He's actually in the states looking for you, thinking we're there now.

Psykle: He doesn't watch OOWF-TV?

IQ: He lives here in Japan, I paid a couple people to edit his feed so it looked like we were touring in the states this month not here. I also sent a tip off that you were going to be taking up morning independent jogs in order to clear your mind. He's probably waiting on a grassy knoll in Dallas for you now.

Psykle: JFK reference? Really?

IQ: Glad you caught it.

Psykle: I thought you wanted me to really take up that jogging stuff though.

IQ: I do. I think it will be good for your cardiovascular system and conditioning as well as the time out alone in the environments will give you time to clear your mind and focus your thoughts. It should do wonders with controlling and focusing the rage.

Psykle: Speaking of rage, when do I get to finally get to get my hands on that lying scumbag that pretends to be our wonderful super-nice commissioner?

IQ: Well, she's ducked us yet again, but soon. As a matter of fact, I just sent Selena an email reissuing our challenge to Firewoman for the No-DQ, No-Countout, No-Holds-Barred Match to take place at Judgement Eve 6 in Tokyo. It is time for Fire to face true judgement for her lies.

Psykle: Judge. Jury. Executioner. I can do that.

IQ: No, no. You're the Executioner yes, but leave the Judge role to me, and as for the Jury, the fans serve that role best. They've seen Fire for what she really is. She can't be trusted. She is a loose cannon who should not be in the role she is in in this company. I've actually spoken with a few of the Board Members here, and we may be able to convince the Board to fire her as Commissioner. It all depends on how she handles herself going forward.

Psykle: Regardless, I want her in that ring, ready to receive her sentence.

IQ: Very good continuation of thought there. See how much better your mind is working now that you've started to take my tutelage seriously? Now, you've got a big match this week.

Psykle: Nothing new. Another chance for an Onslaught Title shot. Moose - Been there time and time again, probably my biggest challenge in a normal match, but this is Onslaught rules, and he's still gaining his footing in the division. Sparxx & Mai - Tiny flippy people don't worry me. Ground, pound, done. Besides, Moose will probably want to destroy Mai anyway, and Sparxx has already proven he's too stupid to pass the IQ Test.

IQ: And Folz?

Psykle: A wildcard for me. Haven't paid much attention to his matches as he's been busy in other divisions. However, he did cause the match on Sunday to be thrown out, so I've got some rage built up to unleash on him.

IQ: Hmmm....

Psykle: What?

IQ: I just find it amazing how far you've come. Very astute assessments of your opponents. Pretty soon, you won't need me around any more.

Psykle: Nah, I always need someone to pay the kids to drag my luggage for me....

Psykle smiles, and IQ laughs jovially as we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

*Meriken Park, Kobe, Japan*

It's nighttime in Kobe and the camera fades in so we see the following: .
As the camera zooms in we see Alexander Darling sitting on the dock looking ahead into the Kobe nightlife. He's sitting alone for the time being as he notices the red light from the ninja cameraman focusing on him. He pats the empty place next to him and the cameraman heads closer and drops a microphone next to Alex.

Alexander: Going to be like that, huh? I get it.

He picks up the microphone and twirls it in his hand for a moment.

I suppose the OOWF wants to know my thoughts on what happened this past Sunday at Bloodbath in Paradise. How I feel about my "controversial" win over Stank? Whether I think I've accomplished what I needed to. I could give you those answers, but I'm not going to.

Alexander sits quietly for a few moments looking at the microphone and then back out into the water and into the city of Kobe.

This was going to be a quiet night. Was going to be joined by my wife. We were going to enjoy the culture for a little while, have a nice meal, and see where the night led us. But I forget this is Japan. Not either of our favorite places but we come here year after year and we do our job. We wrestle for fans who hate us really because of stuff that seems to have happened a lifetime ago. The memories of the fans here, they're long and they're vicious so it doesn't matter what I've done or not done recently. Only 2 things truly matter...what happened years ago and what happens tomorrow.

He takes a deep breath...

So that's what I'm going to focus on. What happens tomorrow. Tomorrow I face the OOWF Onslaught Champion in an Onslaught Rules match for MY OOWF World Heavyweight Title. Talk about a deck stacked against me, but I'm okay with that because the match is going to be a classic. El Lobo is a great torch bearer for the Onslaught division and he's bringing honor and respectability back to that championship, but I'm a former 2-time champion who never truly lost that belt clean. So, I hope Lobo isn't expecting a cakewalk.

The cameraman shakes his head no...

I know. Lobo is smarter than that. He's the true epitome of the future in the OOWF. He and Danny Taylor among others are the true future, not never will bes like Evans and Folz. So, I know I'm going to be in a battle tomorrow night at Mayhem but there's a reason I've been here for so long and been successful every step of the way. I have the talent. I have the skill. And more important than all of that is that I have the desire to go out there each and every week and prove that I am the very best. And I do that not just for my family; not for my friends; and not even for the fans. I do it because I want it more than anything. El Lobo Sangriento is a great wrestler, a great talent, a great flagbearer for the Onslaught division...but there is one thing he is not. El Lobo, when you step into the ring...remember this, I am Alexander Darling, I am the best wrestler in the world, and you, well you're just not...yet.

Alexander stands up and wipes his jeans off.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet my wife for dinner. Enjoy your night Japan.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Stank is looking at the graphics for tonight's show on a nearby monitor*



______________________________________________________________
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Kobe, Japan


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Onslaught Rules Matchp
Alexander Darling vs. El Lobo Sangriento




OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Chris Evans




OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Night Marchers



Onslaught Rules Elimination Fatal Five Way For an Onslaught Title Shot[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Mai Muyo vs. Matt Folz vs. Psykle vs. J-P Sparxx



Drink & Destroy vs. Regicide



Stank vs. JW Westgaard



Eric O'Mac vs. Davin Moreland



Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster




Honcho Williams vs. TBA
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*He turns away from the monitor and notices he's being filmed by a cameraman*

Stank - JW Westgaard... you were away for awhile so just so you know... a lot has changed around here since your wCw days. You may have on your mind that you want to make an impact here in the OOWF and what better way to do so... than to knock off the uncrowned OOWF World Champion... Stank.

Well that's a nice plan JW... really nice. It would be a great statement to all the boys here in the back, that JW Westgaard has arrived. Problem is... I'm pissed. Everyone saw I had Alexander Darling's shoulders pinned to the mat. I should be battling El Lobo for the World Title in tonight's main event. Lobo has a couple of wins over me and that just doesn't sit well with the uncrowned World Champion... doesn't sit well at all.

So you see JW.... you face over three hundred pounds of frustrated energy tonight... and I'm going to take all that frustration and focus it... on you, cause I got a statement to make of my own... and I want Davis Hightower to hear this well.. you fuck with me... people get hurt.

JW Westgaard... I'm going to hurt you tonight. It's nothing personal... you just happen to be in the wrong place... at the wrong time.

Don't believe me?

Pay attention.

Fade

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is with Regicide.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, tonight you face Drink and Destroy. Your thoughts?”

LDW: “Regicide vs. Drink and Destroy…sounds familiar, doesn’t it. Seems like we’ve been here before. But, the thing about facing Jack and Danny is you just never know what’s going to happen.“

T: “Outback Jack and Dynamite Danny Taylor are two of the toughest men in the OOWF. They’re warriors. They get in the ring and go - just like us. They’re not as good as us, of course, but that doesn’t mean they can’t beat us on a good night. Fortunately, tonight won’t be a good night - at least not for them.”

LDW: “Sometimes, a match is just a match. So, no threats, no insults, no proclamations of doom. Jack, Danny, may the better team win.

T: “And once we do, after you sweep up your teeth, we’ll buy you a beer.”

**Tytan holds up a can of Fosters Light. Williams chuckles.**

LDW: “Good luck boys…you’ll need it.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor setting up shop. SFJ #138 comes up mic in hand stopping him in his tracks.

SFJ138: Danny lately you have been rather quiet. Care to comment?

Danny shoots her a confused look, and points to himself.

SFJ138: Okay, well you haven’t been rather quiet, but Drink and Destroy in general has. We haven’t heard from Outback Jack lately.

Danny makes the motion of his fingers walking on his hand.

SFJ138: He is on Walkabout?

Danny smiles and nods in agreement.

SFJ138: And what about DH?

Danny frowns at this, but before anymore can be said, DVD walks over.

DVD: Danny, the girls need your help setting up the kegs, I’ll handle the rest of this.

Danny heads off as the SFJ turns to continue with Vic.

DVD: In regards to DH, his business is his. If he needs us to have his back, we will, and he knows it, just like we know he has ours. Let me list some names for you: The Five, Sanctum, Devils, GFY, Unforgiven, Trinity, and The Brass Knuckle Kings. Do you know what they all had in common?

SFJ138: They where stables in the OOWF?

DVD: True, and the other thing they have in common, is they all no longer exist. Yet Drink and Destroy does. And that’s because, contrary to popular belief, we are not a stable, we are not a trios, hell we aren’t even a tag team. Drink and Destroy is a mindset, a way of life. It’s not something you are a part of; it’s just something you are.

SFJ138: So Danny and Jack aren’t going to be teaming anymore.

DVD: Just the opposite. The two of them are more focused on winning tag gold now than ever before. D&D has managed to something that rarely happens.

SFJ138: What is that?

DVD: We have blended both the old and the new. OBJ is one of the originals, and one of the toughest competitors you will ever meet. He is not afraid to prove it to anyone new, or old willing to step against him. Danny is a young star on the rise, who has taken the lessons of those whom have come before, and made them his own. He has nowhere to go but up. Individually they are good, together, they are amazing.

SFJ138: And this week you face Regicide.

DVD: That we do. Individually LD and Tytan are two of the toughest guys in this building. They both have shown themselves capable tag wrestlers as well. However, they called themselves Regicide, yet when the kings fell, their hands where nowhere to be seen. Now they must decide who they want to be and what goals they wish to pursue.

SFJ138: And Drink and Destroy.

DVD: Our goals are the same as always, we will go out there and give the best damn matches we can night in and night out. We will entertain the fans whether it’s as a trios, a tag, solo wrestlers, or hell even facing each other. At the end of the day, we will raise a drink, celebrate our wins, learn from our losses, and continue to move forward. We may not be the measuring sticks, or the greatest of all times, but we are the foundation of what this company is. No matter who else comes and goes, so long as there is breath in even one of our lungs, Drink and Destroy will remain.

SFJ: So this Wednesday at Mayhem…

DVD: This Mayhem, we look to work our way back to title contention. If you want to stop us Regicide, you will have to bring your best. We are Drink and Destroy; we follow a simple yet effective mantra. Give it your all, or get out of the way.

Danny walks back over at this point and mouths the word BOOM before the camera….

FADES

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Kobe, Japan

HONCHO WILLIAMS vs. AKIRU TORNADO

Tornado is a local worker, good kid, but doesn’t stand much of a chance here. Honcho offers his hand and they shake, then Honcho proceeds to put on a clinic of high impact wrestling moves. Honcho puts Tornado on the top rope and tries a superplex, but the wiry Japanese shoves him off, gets on his feet and hits an inverted corkscrew 720 splash! He gets a two count, but Honcho kicks out before the three. The match continues and Tornado stuns Honcho with a jaw breaker, then heads to the apron and spring boards in, but Williams catches him with the IRISH THUNDERBOLT nearly taking his head off. Williams takes him to the mat and catches him in the NOSEBREAKER and quickly gets the submission win.
WINNER in 5:41 – Honcho Williams

JW WESTGAARD vs. STANK

Two of the most accomplished tag team wrestlers in the history of the OOWF square off in this one. Both men get intros and make it to the ring, the bell rings and Stank charges at Westgaard and just starts HAMMERING him with punches. Westgaard has never been one to take a step backward, so he starts throwing down as well. The action quickly spills out of the ring and it becomes evident that Stank has ZERO interest in making this a wrestling match. The action spills around ringside and into the crowd sending Japanese fans scurrying for safety. It finally spills back to ringside where Stank grabs a bottle and SMASHES it upside Westgaard’s head. This causes JW to take like, half a step back. Stank catches him with a straight right to the side of the head, but it is pointless now because the referee has already called for the bell.
WINNER by disqualification in 6:16 – JW Westgaard

Stank grabs a chair and lays JWW out, then grabs a mic

You see this? You see this man lying here before me? This is not Westgaard, this is you Darling. You see, until I get what I want, until I get what is MINE, until I get your ass one on one inside a cage, everyone that stands before me in this ring, everyone that I leave lying bloody, is none other than our fraud of a world champion Alexander Darling. Think you can stop me? Then you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

FIREWOMAN vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER

Firewoman is announced first and storms to the ring ready to fight. The crowd roars for her, but she hardly acknowledges them. Attitude Adjuster is announced next and…….nothing. His music stops and then starts again and they announce him a second time, and……nothing again. A back stage assistant comes to the ring and tells the announcer and referee something, they shake their heads and the referee calls for the bell, then starts counting. Firewoman is livid and wants to know what is going on. When she finds out, she goes from livid to pissed off beyond reason. She leaves the ring and races to the back, the referee gets to ten and this one is over.
WINNER in :10 - Firewoman

DRINK & DESTROY vs. REGICIDE

Both teams are announced and come to the ring. The match starts with LD and Jack trying to murder one another in the ring, with neither man able to gain the upper hand, they both tag out. Taylor and Tytan keep it a much more mat based match. The crowd is solidly behind Drink and Destroy to start, but as the match progresses, they appreciate a well worked tag team match. There are several near falls throughout, and both Jack and LD tease hitting the CHOMP and CANADIAN DESTROYER respectively. Tytan has Taylor up for a TYTAN DRIVER but Jack stops him in mid move sending him to the match with a SPEAR! LD tackles Jack and they fall between the ropes brawling. Tytan pulls Taylor to his feet and Taylor sends Tytan to the corner and charges in, but Tytan catches him with a right cross to the jaw, and Taylor falls like a ton of bricks. We see Tytan stash a chain he had around his fist, cover Taylor, and get the one, two, three.
WINNERS in 22:11 – Regicide

TIGER MASK vs. PEGASUS KID

We get the most alter-egos of two of the OOWF’s most established wrestlers. Eric “Tiger Mask” O’Mac and Davin “Pegasus Kid” Moreland both come to the ring and get huge pops from the Japanese crowd for emulating their heroes. The bell rings and the match starts, and Eric does his best to live up to his claim of being the best in the world. Eric and Davin trade holds, match one another move for move, and generally put on a clinic in the ring. The match passes fifteen minutes with no winner, then thirty minutes, then moves past the forty-five minute mark with neither man looking worse for the wear. You get the feeling that this match should have ended after about 20 minutes, but it is just a thing of beauty. As we pass the fifty minute mark, both men go into overdrive trying to get pins, but neither man can get the others shoulders down for a three count. The match finally ends after sixty minutes, in a draw, and the fans give them both a standing ovation.
WINNER – 60 Minute Time Limit Draw

MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. MAI MUYO vs. MATT FOLZ vs. PSYKLE vs. J-P SPARXX – Elimination Match for an OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Shot

Everyone is introduced and the match starts. Moose goes after Mai, Psykle and Sparxx square off and Folz just stands in the corner and watches. This doesn’t sit well with Lobo, who makes his way to the ring and yells for Folz to get involved. Folz leaves the ring and starts toward Lobo when Mai and Sparxx leap over the top rope and take him to the floor. Mai gets back into the ring and tries a high risk move on Moose, but much like last week Moose catches her with a heart punch, then traps her in the jiendo and gets a submission. Mai Muyo is eliminated Moose releases the hold and turns around and walks right into a SPEAR from Psykle. Sparxx catches him with a 450 splash and gets the three Moosehead Jack is eliminated. Psykle pulls Sparxx to his feet and tries to power bomb him, but YOU CAN’T POWERBOMB J-P….oh wait, yeah he can. He does, and Psykle gets the three count. J-P Sparxx is eliminated. Folz slides back into the ring and pulls a pair of knucks out of his tights and BLASTS Psykle, the referee never sees it, Folz covers and gets the three count.
WINNER in 25:44 – Matt Folz

TEXPRESS vs. NIGHT MARCHERS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

The Night Marchers are led to the ring by Noelani. Texpress is announced next and the match begins. The two teams tear into one another, the Night Marchers show their new found brutal side much to Noelani’s pleasure. Texpress fend them off and show why they think they are the measuring stick of the OOWF. The Night Marchers get several close falls, but Chad and Zane kick out each time. The end comes after a brawl inside the ring, Kai and Chad are the legal men, but Zane hits Kai with a big JACKHAMMER while Aina KILLS Chad with a flying headbutt. Both men cover, and the referee counts to three. Aina and Zane both jump up and grab title belts, but the referee……well the referee gets confused. Additional referee’s are brought down to sort the mess out, and it appears that the match is just going to be thrown out. The Night Marchers are livid, asking for them to restart, but the officials refuse.
WINNERS – No Contest in 17:39

After the match the Night Marchers attack Chad and Zane and leave them both lying in the middle of the ring. Noelani finally leads them up the ramp to the back.

STAN FULTON vs. CHRIS EVANS – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

A contrast in styles in this one. Evans uses his speed to keep the much larger Fulton off balance while Fulton uses his size advantage to keep Evans grounded. Evans shows more fire in this match than he has in a long time. He gets several two counts on the champ, but can’t keep Stan down. Fulton catches Evans in a high risk move and powers him to the mat, then sets up the drag line, but Evans moves out of the way and rolls out of the ring. As Fulton leans between the ropes to grab him, Evans nails him upside the head with the axe handle and sends the big man staggering into the middle of the ring. Evans climbs to the top rope and nails him with a missile drop kick that sends Fulton out of the ring to the floor. Chris leaves the ring and tries to get Fulton back into the ring, but the two of them trade punches on the outside and eventually both get counted out.
WINNER – Double Countout in 15:50

ALEXANDER DARLING vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match – Onslaught Rules

The two men put on a clinic of wrestling and counter wrestling. You can tell Alex is a little unsure of himself for the first few minutes, expecting to fend off the onslaught brought by Stank. As he realizes it will be a wrestling match, he settles in and the two of them show what they can do. Each move is met with a counter, each counter with a reversal. Every big move is kicked out of, leaving the fans on the edge of their seats. Lobo gambles with a high risk move and misses, and Darling manages to nail DARK DARLING RISING and get the three count.
WINNER in 25:57 and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Alexander Darling

After the match the two men shake hands and pose for the rabid Japanese crowd. The celebration is crashed by a livid Stank who tries to make his way to the ring to get to Alex. Stank is held back by security and the two men never get to trade punches. The show ends with Alex glaring at Stank and slowly raising his world heavyweight title.

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