OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (08/24) Live! From Sendai, Jap

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OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem
Live! From Sendai, Japan

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match - 2/3 Falls[/u]
Texpress vs. Drink & Destroy

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match - Submission Wins Only[/u]
El Lobo Sangriento vs. Matt Folz

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
Regicide & Stan Fulton vs. Alexander Darling & The Flyin' Hawaiians

Winner Gets a PPV Title Shot - There MUST Be a Winner, No Time Limit[/u]
Stank vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Chris Evans vs. Davin Moreland

Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle
J-P Sparxx & Mai Muyo vs. Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard
Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster


card subject to......you know, I don't feel like being mean to Japan

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Firewoman is RUSHING~! into the trainer's room where Alex's jaw is being tended to, practically throwing medical staff out of the way.

FW: Where is....oh...Alex...I'm....I......

Fire is speechless, for a minute. Alex moves the ice pack away from his jaw.

AD: Fire...

FW: I'm so sorry! I don't know what....yes, I do know....it was just me being me and I was angry and you blind tagged me and I just...I just REACTED....I swear I wasn't thinking, and I know that's the problem, I DON'T think, and just react, but I was so MAD at Eric and at AA and then you were there and--

AD: Fire....breathe....

FW: And I swear I didn't plan it or it's not a thing, I'm not turning, I'm never going to do that to you again, and I'm just...I'm trying so hard and just failing and--

AD: FIRE!

Alex's yell startles Fire into finally stopping mid sentence.

AD: BREATHE!

Firewoman takes a deep breath and then lets it out.

AD: It's fine. *I* am fine. It's not broken or dislocated, just a really serious bruise. It'll be fine...

FW: But....Dammit, Alex, first in training, and now this....I don't think--

AD: You have to accept certain things, Fire. You have to accept that mistakes sometimes happen to find serenity.

FW: Huh?

AD: You punched me, we lost, it happens. I know you didn't mean to, so there's no reason to fly off the handle about it. Sometimes things happen and it isn't what you wanted to happen, but there's always tomorrow to make it better.

Fire furrows her brow, as if she's trying to compute all this. It clicks at some point.

FW: Oh...but...I just....

AD: Fine....they've told me I can leave, no need for anything but ice and some TLC. Wanna help?

FW: Yeah, I can get some ice....

AD: You really are rattled. No Fire....with the TLC.

Fire still looks at him confused, until he smiles...as much as he can.

FW: Oh!!! Yeah, I think I can manage that.

Fire helps him down off the table, even though he doesn't really need it, and they head down the hall towards the Suites.

FW: Could the TLC involve ice?

AD: .....freak.

FADE

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-->Cut to the backstage hallway after the end of MidWeek Mayhem and we see Honcho Williams and JW Westgaard celebrating their tag team victory with Honcho's mentor/agent CC Scott. The two exchange high fives as does Scott, who then clears his throat to speak...

CC - That was one hell of a match you guys had out there, great win by the both of you against those guys, not to mention the great face heat you guys got from the fans, spectacular and a great push as a face for the both of you

JW - I dont now about you man, but that was damn sure fun, and I think we worked together pretty well

HW - Absolutely, those guys didnt stand a chance, even though they were ahead of us, that one-two punch of finishers we have is super smooth, thats awesome!

JW - Yeah, we should team again some time, hopefully we can get booked as such, maybe make a run at the OOWF Tag Team Championships!

HW - Thats a big thought, not a bad one, but we need to get some legs in the tag team division before we do anything. Now, Scott, you mentioned you had something to tell us...

CC - That's right, and it goes along with what you guys are saying already. The booker has told me that you both will be in action again, as a tag team!

HW - Awesome!

JW - Right on, who did we draw, or are we facin' some smelly jobsters again?

CC - Nope, you are facing the team of JP Sparxxx and Mai Muyo...

HW - Oh yeah, JP I heard just finished a pretty intense match out there, and Muyo was soon after us in that Fatal Four Way. I think we can take them.

JW - I agree.

CC - Listen, from what I have heard is that you guys are turning heads out there, especially you Mark, no offense. They all have their eye on you as a rising star in this company, and I think you have what it takes to make it far. This is but another stepping stone.

HW - Look, I'm never really one to run my mouth unless I mean it, so I'm not going to take that approach just yet. I am upset however, that I havent been able to get a rematch against Attitude Adjuster yet. After what he did, I want a fair fight....or even a Hardcore match.

CC - I will see what I can do, I cant promise anything as they have all the power and I really cant do a damn thing. But I think you both need to prepare for what lies ahead.

JW - Right on, I will catch yous later...

-->With that, JW walks away and this leaves Scott and Williams still in the hallway, Scott then makes a motion to Williams with a look of concern on his face...

CC - Yo man, are you sure about this who Attitude Adjuster thing, dont you think you are blowing this out of proportion. I'm always one for a fight, but do you think this is a good move?

HW - Look, all I am asking for is a fair fight, and if he want to fight dirty then I can deliver some of the same. Be it a Hardcore match, street fight, whatever, I just want to face him in the ring.

CC - Alright.......well, we got a bus to catch, they booked you for an appearance downtown, I'm not sure of the place but there is a car outside.

HW - Alright, lets go, and dont worry, everything will be taken care of......



FADE

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Moosehead Jack is smoking a cigar aboard Poe's private form of transportation to the next town. I don't have time to look up whether it should be a plane or a bus or limo, so just roll with it.

MHJ: Ah, nice cigar...nice scotch.

Poe: You're welcome. So, as you requested, I spoke with your sister.

MHJ: And?

Poe: She's not faking. She's not playing any games...Whatever all this is....it's real. She's making significant changes and I don't think they're all bad.

Moose takes a drag off his cigar and blowing a smoke ring and thinking for a bit.

MHJ: Well,... that's unfortunate.

Poe: Is it?

MHJ: What do you mean? She's denying herself, all because some guy buys her cars?

Poe: She enjoys the finer things in life. So do you. Or would you like me to take that cigar and scotch away from you.

MHJ: .....

Poe: Fume at me all you like, Ket...But you need to open your eyes, and quit being so stubborn when it comes to her.

MHJ: You can't possibly approve of this......arrangement with the Boy.

Poe: It's not an arrangement, Ket. It is exactly what it is, and as I said.....

MHJ: Yeah...I heard you.

The two travel along in silence for a long while.

Poe: If I may give you some advice.....

MHJ: Sure, I don't have to take it.

Poe: You are probably one of the closest things I've had to a brother, and there was a time when I thought I would have a sister as well....

MHJ: You wanted more than that, and you know it.

Poe: Perhaps....But I think .... this thing between the two of you will come to a head eventually. You are both too much alike, and someone will break first.

MHJ: Yeah. She will.

Poe: Again, perhaps...but is that what you want?

MHJ: *coughing smoke because he starts laughing* Well, I sure as hell ain't going over there for Christmas dinner.

Poe: Just be cautious....your stubbornness will blind you....as will the fact that you do care about her, though you show it possibly the stupidest wasy ever......

Moose glares at Poe.

Poe: There's a storm coming, Ket. And I think the two of you will be at eye.

Poe goes to talk to the pilot...driver...whatever. Moose reclines thoughtfully, still blowing smoke rings as he thinks.

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<Poe comes back and Moose is still lost in thought, Moose finally looks at Poe and speaks>

MHJ: What am I?

Poe: What?

MHJ: How long have you known me?

Poe: Many years

MHJ: What am I?

Poe: <looking at Moose and considering his words carefully> A man who is as dangerous in the ring as any human being on the planet, also someone who hates change

MHJ: Yeah, sounds about right. And you would say I am happy doing it all, right?

Poe: Seems that way, though I suspect we have very different definitions of happy

MHJ: So if you saw me changing everything you knew that ever made me happy, you would just sit back and do, or say, nothing?

<Poe just looks at Moose funny>

MHJ: And it's not even really her

Poe: I don't follow

MHJ: Who is the last person to take Alex's title?

Poe: You

MHJ: Exactly. A Quinn. Who was the person to take his previous title?

Poe: Fire

MHJ: Another Quinn

Poe: Yes, he has a history with both of you

MHJ: Little Alex can't get to me in the ring, the powers that be won't let another feud happen. Not after Japan, but he can get to Fire

<Poe just looks at him funny again>

MHJ: Alex is not stupid. He knows a long war with Fire would cost him dearly. Fire would never give up, he would have to beat her damn near to death to get her to stop. So, do the next best thing

Poe: Marry her?

MHJ: Think about it Omar. He eliminated Fire as a serious contender and never had to shed a drop of blood. He plays on their past history, she falls for it, and Firewoman is now neutered.

Poe: You can't really believe that

MHJ: Really? Let me ask you this, do YOU trust Alex?

Poe: We have buried the hatchet.......

MHJ: A lot of that going around these days, but that's not what I asked.......do you trust him?

Poe: No. No I do not

MHJ: And is it REALLY that far fetched? Alexander Darling spends a lot of time telling people how he is Alexander Darling, and they are not. He thinks he is the smartest man in the room. He needs to be the center of attention. And my sister? My sister is a lot of things, fiercely defiant, stubborn as a mule, and tough as hell, but as we have all seen, she is also very easily manipulated

Poe: Moose, I can't believe any of this, I mean, this is going to GREAT lengths.....

MHJ: He believes he is the King of the Universe. He has said he is better than us, he sees us as trash. He lifted Fire out of the gutter. The world is a chessboard and in his mind, we are all pawns.

Poe: I think you are losing that slight grip on sanity you once had

MHJ: And the hell of it all? I get painted as the bad guy in all this. Everyone else thinks it is ok to just change Fire. Change her into what they have convinced her will make her happy. Let her be Susie Homemaker. Let her bake cookies and cakes for Alex, while he defends a title SHE should be holding. Davin too, with Fire being all goody goody, that is one less threat HE has to worry about. I mean look at her since she married Darling. No where NEAR the world title, brainwashed by Eco, suspended, and now has AA and Eric so far in her head that she has no idea what she is doing. Yet, it is all ok. They wanted her to ask for help, she didn't NEED any help. She was doing just fine being the Fire she had always been. The same Fire who would have kicked the shit out of Darling, gutted Eco before ANY of that shit happened, and been ten steps ahead of Eric and AA. But yeah, paint ME as the bad guy here. Fuck them all

<Moose turns and looks out the window and doesn't say another word>

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*Darling Locker Room*

Fade in to Darling continually bashing his head against a wall since nothing else seems to work.

Fade out to Darling doing the same.

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*Fade in to Davin on his phone*

DM: WHERE'S MY TWO DOLLARS??? I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!!

*fade*

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AA and Eric are in a random locker room. You know, one of those where their name plates are Scotch taped to the wooden stalls and you know 30 seconds after the promo those name tags are being ripped off and replaced by "Honcho Williams" or something like that.

Eric: You do realize that just beating Fire isn't enough to get your money? You need to take her out of wrestling!

AA: You don't need to remind me, Mac Man. You brought me back to the OOWF (cheap pop!) to do a job, and I know what that job is. But since we're on the topic of pinning Firewoman... (AA turns to the camera)...Fire, how does it feel to know that not only I'm going to take you out of wrestling but now I aalso hold a pinfall victory over you? That's right, the guy you called over the hill and finished, a HALL OF FAMER, beat you! You might as well pack your bags right now. It's just a matter of...

Eric: Hey, hey, hey! Don't get so excited. You haven't come close to getting the job done. But I do want to give you credit. So for beating Fire this week, I'm giving you this.

Eric hands AA a large Haliburton briefcase. AA instantly tries to open it, but it's locked shut.

AA: What's this?

Eric: That's your money. And this (Eric holds up a key) is the key to that briefcase. Once you finish the job, you get the key. Consider this your "down payment." Now get the job done, or I will take that from you in ways you won't like.

AA: Are YOU threatening me? I'm the headhunter, the bountyhunter, the career-ended! You don't...

Eric: You're nothing but a washed up wrestler in need of money. Now do your job, cut a promo every now and then, and then get out of my face.

AA stares at Eric, stares at the briefcase, and briefly raises the briefcase.

Eric: And don't even think about hitting ME with that. I assume you remember what to do with "objects" like that. Use it wisely...

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FADE in on Ric’s Sandwich Shoppe in Sendai, Japan. Sitting around a table are Moosehead Jack, Stank and LD Williams.

Sta: “So where’s Tytan?”

LDW: “No idea. We don’t promo. We just guest star in other’s promos.”

MHJ: “That’s fucked up, you know. There’s plenty of precedent for us making jokes about not promo-ing and getting title runs.”

LDW: “I know. We’re living the joke. I’m ashamed.”

Sta: “Speaking of ashamed, where’s Fulton?”

MHJ: “C’mon Stank. You know he rarely appears in our promos when we’re together. It’s like a former Five reunion and he’s not one of us.”

Sta: “We’re sounding like Fulton’s whining about it.”

MHJ: “I know. But I also know for a fact that Fulton knows he’s hard to write about. There’s no personality there. Just a big angry doofus who changes his gimmick every week. At least according to Davin.”

Sta: “We should come up with a gimmick for him.”

LDW: “Well do it soon. We have a Campeonas de Trios Championship match on Wednesday against the Hawai’ians and Darling.”

Sta: “I hate Alexander Darling.”

MHJ: “We all do. So what’s Fulton’s gimmick.”

LDW: “Clowns.”

Sta: “And midgets. And an axe handle. And he’s fat. Remember I wrote that he hates being called fat by Davin. It must be true.”

MHJ: “Really blowing away the fourth wall there, Lucas.”

LDW: “Seriously, guys? We’re OOWF veterans and we can’t come up with a good gimmick for Stan? God knows he needs one. We hear Davin talking about it constantly. So it must be true.”

Firewoman walks past the front door.

Sta: “There goes your sister.”

MHJ: “Saw her.”

LDW: “Should we discuss your relationship with her too? She seems to be in every promo.”

MHJ: “We are the stars of this damn promotion.”

Sta: “Whatever.”

LDW: “Back to Fulton. Gimmick ideas.”

Sta: “Long lost Quinn brother.”

MHJ: “Uh, no. Court jester.”

Sta: “Seriously? How ‘bout he finds Jesus and becomes Mai’s holy bodyguard.”

MHJ: “I’d have to kill him. And I’d be a bit sad about it, because I like the big lug.”

LDW: “Crazy German.”

MHJ: “We are missing the European element from our roster. We’ve got LD the Canadian...”

LDW: “Don’cha know, eh?”

MHJ: “...El Lobo Sangriento must be Mexican or something close. Like from Miami.”

Sta: “Outback Jack’s our resident Australian.”

MHJ: “Well, Stan’s Norwegian and Italian. He could be a paizon.”

LDW: “Might work. Though he’d have to drop all the lumberjack stuff.”

Sta: “He’s from the northwoods of Minnesota. He’s playing to what he knows. And, let’s face it, Minnesotans are kind of bland. What’s the saying? ‘Where 10,000 lakes meet five million introverts.’”

MHJ: “So Fulton’s gimmick is that he has no real gimmick.”

Sta: “It’s brilliant.”

LDW: “So what’s his catchprase then if he has no gimmick. ‘So, yeah. Whatever.’?”

MHJ: “Davin will go apeshit crazy.”

Sta: “So, we’re in agreement?”

LDW: “Yep.”

MHJ: “Sure.”

Sta: “I’ll talk to Selena.”

LDW: “Shouldn’t we, uh, like, talk to Stan first?”

Moose and Stank look at LD like he’s grown a third ear on his forehead.

LDW: “What?”

FADE

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*Davin Moreland is on the phone again*

DM: THREE DOLLARS! I WANT MY THREE DOLLARS!!!

*fade*

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Moosehead Jack is in a training ring, tossing local workers around like rag dolls. Jack covers one for three following a heart punch, and a young man runs in to take his place. Jack spears him down, hooks him around for a half-Boston Crab. The man stretches to the ropes, but he can’t reach.

Voice: Pull in.

Moose looks around. The young wrestler, listening, curls his body up and slides out between Jack’s legs. He pulls himself up as Jack refocuses, and pops MHJ in the face! Moose is momentarily surprised, before LEVELING the kid with a clothesline. The local worker promptly rolls out of the ring.

Mai Muyo: (emerging from the darkness) Guess all the technique in the world can’t beat toughness. That’s my own problem with you, I suppose.

MHJ: I’m done with you.

MM: Good to know. (Mai hops up to the ring.) I haven’t decided if I’m done with you.

MHJ: (smirking) How many more times do I have to beat you?

MM: Oh, I like when you beat me! Or at least…the way you do.

Moose raises an eyebrow.

MM: Oh eww! No! I meant…look, I just like what I’ve been seeing from you overall. You go through your week, you grumble plenty, but aside from that little bar brawl a couple weeks ago, you’ve been downright reserved. Just plugging away, trying to win your Onslaught Title. It’s really cool when you show that kind of dedication!

MHJ: Did you come here just to compliment me, or does this conversation have a point?

MM: Well, for the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to work out what my motivation is.

MHJ: (laughs disdainfully) Lots of people say that. Just an excuse for barely showing up weeks on end. Just an excuse for being a loser.

MM: Jack, I don’t need to make excuses! I like being a loser, didn’t you hear?

MHJ: You like being a loser.

MM: Well, it’s like…like, when you’ve got me locked in a submission hold—happens a lot recently—there’s something fun about it. Like, “Neat! Moose is getting his anger out, not with a chain or a bat or barbed wire, but by making someone give in within sporting rules! That’s awesome!” and then I get really excited, and I tap out and you get to have your moment, and then we get ready for next week—

MHJ: Stop right there.

MM: But I wasn’t—

MHJ: I don’t believe you.

MM: About what?

MHJ: I don’t believe you’re tapping out to give me my moment. I believe you’re tapping out because you’re in agony.

MM: I mean, I’m in pain, sure. And as you saw with your sparring partner, when people are in pain, they can give in or they fight through. And I’d be willing to bet…(Mai looks around to the room)…that more of these guys tap out to you during an exhibition than they would in the ring. Because what’s the motivation not to? Why should they break bones for an exhibition? Why should I break bones when I have you behaving exactly how I want you to?

Moose pushes Mai into the corner.

MHJ: *You* don’t have *me* doing anything. I am making you submit week in and week out against your will, no matter what bullshit excuse you claim.

MM: You realize there’s precedent for this? Mayhem, June 30th, 2010. San Juan Puerto Rico. My brother has been trying to get your sister Lisa to follow his teachings, do things in a peaceful way, and she’s finally doing it. She just won the title, and she has to defend against him.

Fire kicks Eco in the side HARD, and he immediately bounds up, whipping Fire to the ropes, but on the rebound Fire takes Eco to the mat with a shoulder block. Eco flies back and lays out sprawled as though he is dead.

Fire: STOP THAT!
Eco: WHAT? YOU HIT ME SO HARD I’M UNCONSCIOUS!...Wait…

JR: Folks, it would seem as though Ecosystem doesn’t really want to seriously contest this match.
Razz: Well, it makes sense. He wants to be Fire’s guru, he’s happy she won the title! He doesn’t want to take away what makes her happy!

Fire drops down into a armbar and WRENCHES it back on Eco. Eco struggles for a second , then thinks better and reaches out his free arm, considering tapping.

Fire: You tap out and I break your arm.
Eco: Fine.

MM: He ended up throwing the match in a slightly more subtle way than that, but make no mistake, he threw it, simply because he would rather have kept Fire on a good path than win a match. (Mai smiles) Those were better days with him—and look, now another Muyo is keeping another Quinn on a good path! (Mai pinches Moose’s cheek) Aren’t you a good boy…

Moose takes a swing at Mai, but she dives backward between the first and second ropes, landing perfectly on the floor below.

MHJ: You have no idea what I’m capable of, little girl.

MM: I know what you’re capable of, and I know what I’m capable of, and when I weigh those…it’s hard to be afraid of you. Junichiro thinks you’re more of a sadist than him. What do I fear with Moosehead Jack? Do I fear he’s going to beat me up, break my bones, make me bleed?

MHJ: And so much more.

MM: This is wrestling. That’s in my job description. You go ahead and smack Davin around a little—you know how my brother resolved his problems with Davin? He cut flesh off his wife’s leg and taped it to the inside of Davin’s mouth while he slept, and vice versa. That’s the kind of shit people fear, Moose.

MHJ: Your brother is a sick bastard, little girl, but there’s a reason I’m still standing here while he’s off on a couch somewhere playing video games with Sigmund Freud. Right now, I’m taking a little detour into the Onslaught division, and I’m showing everyone that I’m more than violence—but that doesn’t mean…

MM: That’s it!

Mai hops back up to the ring.

MM: That’s my motivation, Moose! You’re so terrible at moving on—from feuds, grudges, anything—when you feel you haven’t clearly won. At the same time, so long as you’re on this journey…your wrestling is so clean, so exemplary, something to be proud of! Oh Moose, this is great!

MHJ: Stop babbling and tell me—

MM: It’s so easy! All I have to do…is make sure you never win your Onslaught title!

Mai gives Moose a big kiss on the forehead, and slides out of the ring before he can react.

MM: Thanks so much, Jack! What great motivation.

MHJ: Why you—

Mai reaches into her chest, spins around and appears to throw a fireball at Moose. He ducks instinctively, but the fire disappears. Flash paper. He stands up…

….and she’s gone.

FADE

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It is dawn in Sendai, and a limo pulls up outside the Osaki Hachimangu Shinto shrine. The driver gets out and opens the door. Firewoman and Alexander Darling exit the limo and start to walk toward the front door. Firewoman is dressed fairly nicely, no jeans and leather jacket for a change. Alexander is carrying a canvas bag with some items inside, and sports a red mark on his jaw. As they approach the door, Alexander yawns.

FW: You didn't have to come.

AD: Yeah, I did. It's important to you...why dawn though?

FW: *Smiling* Because that's when the sun goddess Amaterasu rises and it's an auspicious time for this.

AD: What happened to midnight in the cemetery?

FW: Well...it's hard to explain. I'm polytheistic right?

AD: Okay.

FW: So that means...well, it's important to me to honor the gods of whatever place I'm in, even if they aren't technically mine.

AD: So, in Japan...

FW: We honor the Kami.

AD: But you've done your...thing....

FW: Vodun.

AD: ...in cemeteries in Cambodia.

FW: They're gods, Alex. I figure it's pretty easy for them to show up wherever I need them.

AD: Okay...well, what can I do?

FW: Being here is already pretty awesome. And carrying the bag.

AD: Yay, I'm a pack mule.

FW: A hot pack mule. And actually, there's a lot of similarities between the Kami and the Lwa. They're both more like spirits, or forces of nature, than gods. And ancestors are a big deal in both.

AD: Same stuff, different island?

FW: Kinda....but then....kinda not....

AD: So if you're polytheistic, then when we go home for Christmas mass with the family, you'll go?

FW: Do you really think we'll be invited for the family Christmas?

AD: Hypothetically.

FW: Hypothetically, then, yes, I would.

AD: So why THIS shrine, we must have passed half a dozen.

FW: Well, it's a shrine dedicated to Hachiman, who's the guardian or protector of warriors.

AD: Aaaaah......

FW: Also....

A female figure in traditional shinto dress comes out and walks up to Firewoman, embracing her.

FW: Noriko! I came to see you in Kobe and they said you were here.

Nor: Transfers happen in all jobs. I get to train other mikos.

FW: Alex...this is Noriko. We met in Kobe where she....um...took care of me.

AD: Uh huh....please to meet you. *He bows and she returns it.*

Nor: The Kami told me you would be here, and that your need was great.

FW: Isn't it always?

Nor: Yes, but you are now...different....shall we begin?

The two step apart, and the relationship visible changes from two close friends to priestess and supplicant. They bow, and Noriko begins to head into the shrine, as others are beginning to as well.

AD: NOW, I get it...took care of you, huh? She's cute. Want me to leave you two alone?

Fire turns quickly and a bit angrily toward Alex.

FW: Yes, Alex. In Kobe. After the cage match. Or would you rather I had bled to death?

AD: Oh...no....sorry.....

FW: It's ... no, it's okay...I'm sorry.....and well, yes....after I got better....but that's not why I'm here. I trust her with this stuff.

AD: Okay....so let's go in.

They walk in. Fire bows deeply and reverently when she enters the shrine and Alexander follows suit. Noriko indicates where visitors and observers can be seated and Alexander heads there after giving Fire the bag. She places it near her, removes her shoes, and begins to join in with the bowing and clapping before and after prayers said in Japanese. Noriko and the other miko dance themselves into their trances. After the preliminaries are done, the priest nods to Firewoman and a two men. They approach with the items the brought with them in white porcelain containers: rice, saki, water, salt, and evergreen branches, and lay them on the altar, with much bowing. With a nod from the priest, they begin to recite a prayer in Japanese. Firewoman's voice can be clearly heard above the two men, as it's higher pitched.

FW: Takaamahara Ni Kami Tsumari masu.
Kamurogi Kamuromi no Mikoto wo Mochite
Sumemioya Kamu Izanagi No Mikoto
Tsukushi No Himuka No Tachihana No Odo No
Ahagi Hara Ni Misogi Harai Tamau Toki Ni
Narimaseru Haraidono Ookami Tachi
Moromoro No Magagoto Tsumi Kegare Wo
Harai Tamae Kiyome Tamae To Mousu Koto No Yoshi Wo
Tamatsu Kami Kunitsu Kami Yaoyorozu No Kamitachi Tomomi
Ameno Huchikoma No Mimi Furitatete Kikoshimese To
Kashikomi Kashikomi Mo Maosu

(trans: Spirits of purification
created for order of and the mother
that they inhabit the Sky,
exactly as when
The God Izanagi no Mikoto
bathed in the narrow estuary
of a covered river with trees
permanently leafy, in the South region.

With all the respect from the depth of our hearts
We ask that they hear us, such as the spirit that hears our
intent, with sharpened ears, together with
Spirits of the Sky and the Land,
Take the badnesses, disasters and sins and purify all.

Miroku Oomikami
You bless us and protect us

Meishu Sama
You bless us and protect us

For expansion of our soul
And the fulfillment of your will)

As the words echo in the shrine, the priest takes the shide wand and waves it over those gathered, first the three to recite the prayer, then the rest to purify them. He looks over to the mikos for a moment. Alexander doesn't notice anything else, though, as he can't seem to take his eyes off Firewoman, observing the effect it has on her.

There are more prayers and bowing and clapping, and it appears they are done. Two of the miko, plus Noriko, come up to speak with the three speakers. Noriko comes up to Fire and whispers to her. Fire's eyes lock with hers as she listens intently. Finally, Noriko stops speaking, and Fire's eyes drop, almost sadly. She nods her head and we can read her lips that say "I understand." She walks slowly back to Alexander, gathering her things and replacing her shoes.

AD: Wow....that was....amazing. I knew you knew some Japanese but, how did you get to do the prayer?

FW: Well, the three of us...we were in need of extra purification...for things we have done.

AD: Ohh....so, it's done right? What's wrong?

FW: The miko...they're kind of like seeresses.....anyway, they were supposed to pay special attention and.....

AD: ....

FW: I have more work to do. I can't be purified today.

She walks out of the shrine, bowing where appropriate. Alex pauses, then follows her, forgetting to bow, but not caring.

AD: Wait, Fire...I don't get it...why?

FW: It's simple...I have too much anger....

AD: You always do, and it's never...

FW: No, it always is the same, I just thought--

AD: But your friend Noriko said it was.

FW: Oh it is...now I don't have generic rage. It's very targeted.

AD: What? To whom?

FW: Attitude Adjuster.

AD: Well, yeah, you're feuding, but I don't see--

FW: He's got me on the defensive, Alex. I said if he took me out, I'd take him with me.

AD: Yeah. I don't like that.

FW: Neither do I. It's defensive and weak. While I was chanting, Hachiman...I think....I know what I need to do. I need to go on the offensive.

AD: What does that mean, Fire?

FW: Don't worry, Xan. I'm not going to undo the work I've done. I'm going to keep it in the ring. But I'm going to make sure Attitude Adjuster doesn't get the chance to take me out, or end my career. I'm going to end his first. Once and for all.

Fire walks to other side of the limo, gets in, and closes the door. Alexander stands for a bit thinking, and then gets in on his side. The limo pulls away headed back to the arena.

[BookerShark]

We come up in the Destroyatorium. Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack are finishing unpacking at the new location when Dashing Victor Deniro comes in. He sees the two guys and motions for them to join him at the bar. The boys stop what they are doing and head over.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for what's up mate?

DVD: We got a shot.j

Danny shoots him a questioning look.

DVD: This week, we get a shot at the Texans, Tag Team titles on the line.

Danny smiles, and him and OBJ bump knuckles. Danny makes the motion of boxing, and then the universal symbol for a belt around the waist.

OBJ: Yeah, Chad and Zane wanted to be fighting champs, well this week, a fight is what they will get.

DVD: Don't get too cocky, it's a two out of three falls match. That is their specialty.

Danny shrugs and gives a so what look.

OBJ: Yeah, who really ever wins their "specialty" match.

Kayfabe bursts into the room staring daggers at D&D. She does the two fingers at her eyes, then points them at them signal for I'm watching you. Danny throws up his hands in surrender.

OBJ: What I meant was that we will just have to buckle down and put in more effort then ever before. We will be at a disadvantage this week.

Danny nods in agreement before shooting a glance at Kayfabe, who narrows her eyes, but leaves without incident. All three members of D&D let out a sigh of relief.

DVD: That was a close one, lets leave the fourth wall breaking to the pros okay guys.

Danny and Jack both nod in agreement.

DVD: Anyways, this week, Chad....Zane.... You wanted to be fighting champs? You got D&D wants the titles, 2 out of 3, that just gives us more chances to get the job done. We will give you everything we have. If you want to walk out the champs, you better bring your A game. D&D likes you guys......but we like the thought of being tag champs even more.

Danny mouths the word boom as OBJ laughs, and we ....

FADE

[BookerShark]

*fade in to JP Sparxx doing what he does best: bragging about his bravado to Jewel*

JP: Yeah, you see that, girl? Wolfie-boy there didn’t stand a chance against me.

Voice: Gotta admit, you definitely proved me wrong, Sparxx.

JP: Lemme guess Evans, you want me to join this so-called movement of yours?

E: You’re pretty quick on the take there, Sparky. Lobo didn’t wanna take me up on my offer, and I saw this week that I’m better off without him. You on the other hand have got what it takes to run with the torch if need be. You’re teaming with Mai this week, and she‘s another one that I’ve got my eye on. She’s young, but she’s already shown that she can play mindgames with the best of them. Something she got from her brother, no doubt.

JP: And what does The Spark get from teaming with your ass?

E: Respect.

JP: I don’t need your respect, Cubbie. And I sure as hell don’t need it from your little butt-buddy, Folz.

E: Butt-buddy, huh? Yeah, real original. You think of that yourself or did you get your woman to write it for you?

Jewel: Oh, thats it. Take his ass down, baby.

E: Relax, I’m just having some fun. And no, I don’t mean from me, Sparky. I mean from the business, from the fans. They can hide it all they want, but the vets of this company don’t trust us taking the torch from them. That’s why they keep hanging on with everything they’ve got. None of them truly trust us. Not Stank, not LD, not Moose, and especially not Eric and Davin.

Hell, I was on the fast-track on the path to winning the World Title at Hell on Earth this year, and…

*Evans stops mid-sentence and sees Kayfabe staring daggers into him*

E: Hold on a second. Hey Jewel, that girl over there seems to be checking out your man.

Jewel: Oh that’s it bitch, you’re dead!

*Jewel spears Kayfabe into the hallway and a massive CATFIGHT!!!!!!!! (TM Joey Styles) ensues*

E: Okay, now where was I? Oh yeah, I was set to become the top dog around here, but somewhere along the line, the powers that be decided that I wasn’t good enough for it. As a result, I had to scrounge around with guys like Davin and Eric just to try to get my chance again. And now here I am again, with a chance to win the big one. But this time, it’s not just about me. It’s for all of those in the locker room like yourself who have all the talent in the world, yet seem to be looked past in favor of the same old talent, over and over and over again.

I’ll give you time to choose your own way, but think about this: do you wanna be stuck in midcard hell, or do you wanna be part of what could be the biggest movement in OOWF history? Personally, I think the choice is obvious, but you choose what you feel is best for your career.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

*Davin is STANDING~! on the tarmac at Sendai Airport, smoking a cigarette. As permissive as the Japanese are regarding smoking; this is still a pretty big no-no. That said, Davin's easily twice the size of anyone else around, so no one is going to mess with him. A Gulfstream IV (Davin was smart and bought used) taxis in pretty close by. A minute or so later, what appears to be a midget carrying a giant blue duffel bag with some white lettering on it. The camera zooms in and we see it says "USA" and the midget is Shawn Johnson. Davin greets her with a hug*

DM: Hey Midget.

OGMSJ: *smiling* Hey Sasquatch.

DM: Flight ok?

OGMSJ: Other than lasting for-fucking-ever? Sure, it was terrific.

DM: *grabs her bag and slings it over his shoulder* You're full of piss and vinegar.

OGMSJ: I'm full of pissed off that I still can't win shit.

DM: Wow. You know you finished 3rd on beam, right?

OGMSJ: Yes. I finished 3rd. Not FIRST. 3rd. And I should have finished first if I weren't so damn clumsy.

DM: Yeah, that's why you're a gold medalist. Because you're clumsy. Don't be an idiot.

OGMSJ: Fuck off, Davin.

DM: You've been hanging out with the Mean Girls too much.

OGMSJ: Are you kidding? We're like the senior citizens team.

DM: And how is Alicia?

OGMSJ: Not bad, actually. She's a lot less of a bitch since she went to school. I'm gonna beat the shit out of Bross though.

DM: You've been saying that for like 5 years now.

OGMSJ: She's an ASSHOLE! Nobody likes her!

DM: It's not her fault she can't go out drinking with you guys.

OGMSJ: Even if she could, she wouldn't. Fuck that bitch. I hope she blows out her knee.

DM: Irony, thy name is Shawn.

*Moments later, Davin is driving back to the arena*

DM: Talk to Sammy?

OGMSJ: Yeah, she seems to be doing ok.

DM: Yeah.

OGMSJ: Stupid tours all over the fucking world. Why can't you get a real job?

DM: Why can't you?

OGMSJ: *thinks* Ok, good point.

DM: There have been rumors that the next Tour might be of every town in Rhode Island.

OGMSJ: So what do we do the month after that?

DM: Funny. There are 39 towns in the great state of Rhode Island such as Central Falls, Cumberland and Westerly. And not a single one of them more than a 2-hour drive from Mashpee.

OGMSJ: That....that would be pretty badass.

DM: I know, right? Plus I'd get to see Mickie before she graduates from Harvard Medical School.

OGMSJ: No pressure.

DM: MIT works too.

OGMSJ: Why don't you let her turn 1 first?

DM: Fine, I'd like to see her before she turns 1.

OGMSJ: Who's your match this week?

DM: Uhh...let's see...4-way with Stank, Eric and your boyfriend.

OGMSJ: EX-boyfriend, ass.

DM: Had a sweet 60-minute Broadway with Lucas this past week.

OGMSJ: I saw. Looks like you're not as old as they say you are.

DM: Doesn't mean shit if I can't win. It's bullshit this is a 4-way now. Hell, give me and Lucas another 60 to figure it out.

OGMSJ: Selena's off her meds?

DM: Ehh. I don't know if this is Selena or the work of someone else. Some unstable individual who books matches with no rhyme nor reason to them.

OGMSJ: Chuckles?

DM: That's one name I've heard people call him.

OGMSJ: What's the other?

DM: What time is it in the States?

OGMSJ: Uhh...*checks* 7:30 AM.

DM: Let's wake her ass up.

OGMSJ: You are a horrible husband, you know that? Just mean, and horrible.

DM: I know. Wake her ass up. I want to say hi.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Back in J-P Sparxx's locker room...

J-PS: So you want us a team? Again?

CE: I think we made a pretty good team.

J-PS: 'til you fuckin' blew it, son.

CE: Yes, I know. GFY's demise is all on my.

J-PS: You really sucked as a partnah. Now ya want me ta think you done got betta o somethin'? If anythin, your mo of a jackass than ya evah been.

CE: I'm more confident now. Me and Matt Folz...

J-PS: Butt-buddy.

CE: We know what we want now and we're not gonna wait for someone to give it to us. We're just gonna start taking it. You feel me?

J-PS: Ah, Pussyheart tryin' ta talk like the Spark.

CE: Past is the past. This isn't based on anything personal. This would be a team. Strictly business, for the betterment of us all. You can be a part of it, or you can watch us succeed while you keep jobbing to the stars. Up to you. Son.

J-PS: I'll give it some thought.

CE: You do that. Now, go get your girl. Kayfabe has been known to kill a bitch.

J-PS: Jewel!! Baby!

J-P goes to rescue Jewel from Kayfabe as Chris Evans leaves.

[BookerShark]

*Stank and LD Williams are standing in the hallway when Honcho Williams and CC Scott walk past.*

Stank - Hey! Yo! You two!

*Honcho and CC stop in their tracks, turn and face Stank.*

Stank - What? You too good for me?

*Honcho and CC look at each other in confusion then back at Stank.*

HW - Huh?

Stank - You're just going to walk by and not SHAKE MY HAND? Who the fuck do you two think you are?

HW - Uh...

Stank - You see two veterans here, you SHAKE our FUCKING HANDS!

HW - Whaaaa?

Stank - [mocking] "whaaaa?" GET the FUCK out of HERE, you disrespectful turds, before I dish out a beating!

*Honcho Williams and CC Scott look at each other again in confusion, shrug their shoulders, and continue on their way. Stank turns his attention back to LD Williams.*

Stank - You know I'm going to have to tweet about their blatant disrespect later.

LDW - [excited] You're tweeting!

Stank - No moron.

LDW - [disappointed]Oh. I was just going to say make sure it's legible, but nevermind.

Stank - Alright the film has been edited. I'm heading over to Selena's office.

LDW - What that's it?

*Stank takes a quick glance over to the side then back at LD with a puzzled look on his face.*

LDW - You're just going to dismiss me from the promo. One joke, and I'm gone... just like that?

Stank - What? You wanna come with?

LDW - [mocking] No. I don't wanna "come with".

Stank - I fail to see a problem then.

LDW - You suck.

Stank - Hey at least I don't have you speaking in a Canadian accent, eh?

LDW - Fuck you. I'm going to go find Tytan.

Stank - Where is Tytan?

LDW - I don't know. That's why I have to go find him.

Stank - See? See? Now you have an excuse.

LDW - Tytan's a grown man. I shouldn't need to find him.

Stank - He's your tag team partner. Listen, it's not like I have a particular horse in this race!

LDW - Fine! Fine! Just go do what you have to do.

*LD Williams walks away. Stank shrugs his shoulders and heads over to Selena's office. Once he arrives, he knocks once then enters. Selena sits behind her desk on her laptop. Chuckles "juhs" quietly in a corner.*

SG - Mr. Mann. What can I do for you?

*Stank stares at Selena with his brow furrowed. Selena looks up from her laptop at Stank.*

SG - What?

Stank - Why are you talking like that?

SG - Like what?

Stank - Like British royalty, your Highness.

SG - Oh. Sorry Stankie. Character I'm playing in a movie which just opened up over here. What's up?

Stank - Okay. I got an idea for Stan Fulton. I just wanted to run it by you.

SG - What is it?

*Stank walks over to Selena's desk and gestures toward her laptop.*

Stank - May I?

SG - J..Just WAIT!

*Stank turns the laptop screen towards himself and sees Justin Beiber's website. Stank looks over at Selena.*

SG - There's nothing going on. It's JUST PR!

*Stank smirks and pulls out a thumbdrive. He inserts it in the laptop's USB port and uploads a video file. Once completed, he spins the laptop back around toward the OOWF GM, reaches over the screen, and clicks play.*

__________________

Narrator:"In a world... where personality means everything... One man... embarks on his ultimate quest..."

*We see Stan Fulton dressed in urban street wear. A flock of, hot as hell, video vixens wearing bikini tops and booty shorts dance in coordinated rhythm behind Stan Fulton as he raps to a hip-hop beat.*

Stan - Tell..Tell me who fucking with me
I am the only one like a missing kidney
Make green, burn brown, smoke like a chimney
I pour the Louis 13 while you sippin Remy

See, I been famous before you knew my name
Now it's all the same thing just a bigger chain
I got a brown skin broad she ain't with the game
And she don't even leave the house 'cause y'al haters lame

See I'm an Timberwolves survivor
Born here, so she got a real dude by her
And this little playa's rich, if she want it I'm a buy her
I ain't even got no L's got a brown girl driver

Break it down for a second
I be killin with no weapon, steady Honour ROLE reppin
Stan F. bitch, what the fuck is you expectin
Hold on... let me get a second[/i]

*The camera zooms in on Stan as he crosses his arms across his chest and tilts his head to the side.*

Narrator: THE GIMMICK

Stan:So I can say HI to the haters, HI to the haters
I hop up in the six, vroom vroom see you later
Try and catch me if you can, catch me if you can
I be in that vroom vroom, try and catch me if you can

*The scene quickly cuts to Stan talking to his attache Martha Rodriquez.*

Stan - A rapper?

MR - You're okay at it!

Stan - I'M WHITE!

*The scene cuts to Stan Fulton leading a small team of camoflauge painted soliders through the jungle. Stan is holding a machete, whacking away at under brush when a rocket is heard firing.*

Stan - GET DOWN!

*EXPLOSION~! and the scene cuts to Stan dressed as a doctor in an operating room. He has his hands covered in blood and wrist deep into a patient lying on the operating table. He is surroounded by nurses and ER staff.*

Stan - DAMN IT! We're LOSING HIM!

Nurse - Oops.

Stank - Oops..? OOPS???

*Scene cuts to Stan Fulton wearing barbarian gear circa 5000 BC. A hundred man army of warriors stand in front of him*

Stan - We WILL FIGHT to EVERY LAST MAN!

Warriors: *ROOOOAAAAAAAR*

Stan - THE MAGOG VALLEY SHALL OVERFLOW with UCADIAN BLOOD!!

Narrator: THE GIMMICK

*Scene cuts to Stan dressed in Japanese clothing. The bodies of martial arts students lie strewn all around him. Stan dispatches of the last remaining student with a chop to the top of his head. The master of the students is the only man who remains standing at the far end of the dojo. Stan turns and points to the master, speaking in perfect Chinese (with english subtitles)*

Stan - The Japanese are NOT the sick men of ASIA!!

Narrator: "Noble. Brave. Strong."

Stan - Is Davin wearing the T-Shirt?

Martha - He hasn't worn the t-shirt in months.

Stan - Did he at least mention me in a promo?

Martha - He called you fatty McFats-a-fat.

Stan - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Narrator: "4 time Onslaught Champion, 2 time Intercontinental Champion, Multiple time DDT Ironman-

FW - IronPERSON

Narrator: "*Ahem* Ironperson, Heavy Metal champion, and current co holder of the Campeonas de Trios titles... Stan Fulton is in search of..."

THE GIMMICK

Stan - Enjoy the pain, my friends... Enjoy the pain.

___________________________

SG - ...

Stank - ...

SG -

Stank - Selena?

SG - I don't get it?

Stank - Crusher's gimmick is that he's searching for a gimmick!

SG - I thought he was a mountain man from Minnesota?

Stank - He'll never get over with THAT!

SG - He holds two titles

Stank - Titles, smitles, Titles alone don't get you over.

SG - Did you run this by him?

Stank - Who Crusher? No.

SG - Then... then how did you get him to do this footage?

Stank - Oh that's CGI. Andy Serkis wore the mo-cap suit.

SG - Wow that guy is amazing.

Stank - I know.

SG - Let me take this to my writing team and I'll get back to you.

Stank - Tell John I said hi... and Brian to stop hatin.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Stank - So what do you think?

SF -

Stank - You don't like it.

SF - What's an "L"?

Stank - It's a blunt.

SF - Oh... I don't smoke weed.

Stank - That's not the point. It's a gimmick.

SF - I'm in agreement with CGI me...

Stank -

SF - I'm white. In addition... I hate rap music.

Stank - Merely a suggestion.

SF - Doesn't J-P pretty much have that market covered in this Fed?

Stank - Fuck him. That motherfucker won't shake my hand.

SF - I DO like the dancing chicks.

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Davin is WALKING~! near Ric's Sandwich Shoppe where he happens upon LD Williams. Williams is SOBBING~! Davin stops to chat*

DM: LD, man, what's wrong?

LDW: *holds up his phone* Did you see this bull? DID? YOU?

DM: See what?

LDW: Watch.

*LD hits a couple of buttons and pulls up Stank's promo.*

Originally posted by Blown Spot
Stank - Titles, smitles, Titles alone don't get you over.

LD: THAT'S MY WHOLE GIMMICK, MAN! "LD Williams, soft spoken, widely known as the best wrestler in the business. Has won every title there is to win, because he's a winner. He's awesome." I'm Benoit without the family annihilation! I thought Stank was a friend! How could he DO this to me??!?!? *he resumes sobbing*

DM: *doesn't know quite what to do* Hey, uh...you want an ice cream, buddy? That'll make you feel better, right?

LD: *sniffs* Maybe...

DM: Come on. Pick whatever you want.

*They both walk up to the counter where Ric comes over*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

**At Ric's counter**

LDW: "What do you mean you don't have it?"

RF: "No Maple ice cream, fatboy! Whoo!"

LDW: "But...but...I'm Canadian..."

DM: "L.D, it's okay-"

LDW: "No, it is NOT okay! First Stank kills my gimmick, now I can't even fill my role as the token Canadian! I am a complete and utter FAILURE!"

DM: "I'm sure Ric has some Canadian food, like...backbacon?"

RF: "Backbacon! Whoo!... No."

DM: "Caribou?"

RF: "Caribou! Whoo!... No."

DM: "Beaver Tails?"

RF: "Beaver, by God, Tails! Whoo!....No."

DM: "Poutine?"

RF: "Poutine! Whoo!...we can do that."

DM: "See? SEE? Poutine! Good, solid Canadian food! How about that L.D? Poutine? My treat?"

LDW: "Well...okay."

**L.D. blows his nose as Ric gets to cooking.**

<fade>

[BookerShark]

~~~ Texpress in front of the OOWF Interview Banner. They are both wearing their Championship Belts around their waists and Red #5 Run DEA Football Jerseys tucked into their trademark Wrangler Jeans Hmmmmmm........ ~~~

Chad: I can't WAIT for this week's MidWeek Mayhem Main Event, Live from Sendai (Cheap Pop)!

Zane: Danny, Jack We are looking forward to a match where watching our backs is not part of the gameplan. There isn't a team in this company we respect more than you two.

Chad: And that's a promise on our end: A Clean Match. But realize this, We specialize in the Best 2 out of 3 Falls Match. So be ready to be pushed to the limit and then some.

Zane: As for the Hawaii'ans... They are the Hawaii'ans again aren't they? I'm sure we will see you again in the near future. If last week's match was any indication, your split with Noelani was a smart idea.

Chad: And Honcho I know CC is a friend, but listen to JW. He's a tag team veteran in this company, where CC has accomplished........ exactly nothing in the OOWF. We look forward to you climbing the ladder and facing you down the road.

Zane: Because like everyone else in the OOWF. You'll have to prove you Measure Up to The World Tag Team Champions.

~~~ A voice from above yells "CUT" and Chad and Zane walk away from the set. Zane grabs an Aquafina bottle and takes a long drink. ~~~

Chad: When's the sparring session again?

Zane: In a couple of hours. Why?

Chad: Might be late. There's a couple of new SFJ's this week, and I promised to 'walk them around and introduce them' to people.

Zane: Yeah. Like that's going to happen.

Chad: It might. And if they wanted to jump in the hot tub, I'd just have to go along with them.

Zane: How that line works week after week boggles the mind.

Chad: It's not the mind I'm worried about....

Zane: We know, we know.

Chad: (looking down at his phone) Hey! New Facebook Followers!

Zane: Nice. You deal with that and I'll be at Ric's grabbing a bite to eat.

Chad: I need to go find Davin and Lisa too.

Zane: You haven't spoken to them about it yet?

Chad: No, it's been a hectic week.

Zane: You'd better get on the ball if you want it to happen soon.

Chad: Gotcha.

~~~ Zane enter's Ric's and Chad heads down the Hallway (tm) towards the SFJ Locker Room ~~~

[BookerShark]

*LD is eating his poutine with a big smile on his face. Davin's drinking a coffee and scrolling through his phone until he comes across something*

DM: Heh.

LD: What?

DM: Oh, a fan sent me something funny.

LD: What?

DM: Uh...you wouldn't think it's that funny. I don't even know that it's true, I'm checking now.

LD: WHAT?

DM: Ok, it is true. HA! (tm EOM 2008) That's just....that's just perfect.

LD: Davin, so help me...

DM: It's about The Five.

LD: What about The Five?

DM: Well...*snicker*...it turns out that FoxNews has debuted a new show to take Glenn Beck's time slot.

LD: So?

DM: Well...

LD: ...

DM: It's called The Five.

LD: No.

DM: *shows him the phone* Look.

*LD Looks for a second, shakes his head and goes back to his poutine*

LD: Man.

DM: That's right. Apparently Mr. Moosehead Jack, Mr. Detroit, Mr. Fuck Rich People is in cahoots with FoxNews. That's just fantastic.

LD: You probably shouldn't tell him.

DM: You're right. *Davin looks directly at a ninjacam* I probably shouldn't.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Once again we find Firewoman training a random NOAH jobber in the training ring at the arena in Sendai. Once again we find Lexie at ring side, shouting encouragement and criticism. The wrestler is pretty stiff, as per instructions, and Fire is getting kind of frustrated on occasion, but keeping it under control...mostly.

FW: Goddammit, Akahiko...do that again and I'll--

LD: C'mon Fire...Attitude Adjuster is trying to end your career, he's not going to be soft on you....

FW: *Fighting through a head lock* I KNOW, Lexie...

Fire flips the wrestler over, and gets him into a single leg Boston crab, but he easily flips over onto his back to get out of it, because really, who couldn't. He gets his foot up to push Fire off, but misjudges the distance and kicks her for real right in the face. She drops the leg and staggers back to the ropes, and wipes some blood from her split lip. She turns to face the jobber, who stands up, a look of fear coming over his face. Real fear. Not fake kayfabe fear.

LD: FIRE! DON'T!

Alexis may as well be trying to hold back a charging pit bull. Fire attacks Akahito, with an amazing speed and before he can do anything, she has him on his stomach, in perfect position for curb stomp. She's pulling back on his arms as if she wants to pull them out of the sockets.

FW: Are you that bad? Or just that stupid? You want to shoot on me? You want to know what happens when you shoot on me?

Fire gets her foot in place, and does a silent one...two...THREE. On three, though, instead of crushing his skull beneath her boot, she simply lets go, and rolls out of the ring, pacing. Akahito gets to his feet. Lexie signals to him he should probably go before Fire changes her mind, and he practically runs to the generic locker rooms. Lexie cautiously walks up to Fire and puts a hand on her shoulder. Fire throws it off and whirls around, ready to punch, but doesn't.

FW: Just don't.

LD: But no! Fire...you let him go! That's awesome.

FW: Is it? It doesn't feel awesome....where's the ninja cam.

Firewoman looks around until she sees it.

FW: Get it, Attitude Adjuster? I haven't changed that much. I still take great joy in hurting people, punishing them. The main difference it that I'm saving it all up for Wednesday.

Fire again wipes blood from her lip, which is still bleeding and goes to leave.

LD: Wait...where are you going?

FW: Out. Before I change my mind...

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Mai is skipping down the hall listening to some horrible J-Pop on her iPod and not paying a bit of attention - bad move here kid - when Moose steps out and BURIES HDBIII into her gut doubling her over. Moose then drops HDB onto the floor, grabs Mai and DDT's her onto the barbed wire and nail bat. Mai is just about out cold, and blood is running down her face. Moose drags her to the wall and sits her there, then sits next to her and looks down at her and speaks>

Mai Mai Mai. Did you REALLY think I had suddenly seen some kind of light and I was about to give up violence? Did you REALLY think that YOU of all people, could have that kind of influence on me? You see, this here is what we call a change of plans. Firechild took HDB to keep me focused. The problem is, when he returned to Scotland, he didn't take it with him.

<Moose picks up HDB and looks it over, almost longingly>

This........this is a good friend. A lot of blood has been spilled because of this bat. You see this right here Mai? <pointing to a spot> This is where I hit that idiot Chad Madison. And down here......you can barely see it anymore, but the dark spot? That is from Davin. And I think around back here.......yeah there it is......that is Danny Taylor. See, all these memories come pouring back, and it just makes me want to go out and do........well exactly what the fuck ever I want.

This time? It was leaving you lying. There is one Quinn trait I suppose, we don't especially like being analyzed. I guess this is how we react to that. So Mai, the way I see it, we both have a choice to make here don't we? You claim that you are helping put me on some path of righteousness, or self-salvation, or whatever nonsense it is you are spewing, but, the more you talk, the more I want to grab HDB and rake it across your pretty little face and leave you lying in a pool of blood. So, you see the dilemma there don't you? You keep pushing me, and I will lash out in the only way I know.

Trust me

<Moose gets to his feet and stares at the camera>

As for you Psykle, one thing that is NOT a Quinn trait, I don't run. You are my next obstacle. At Mayhem, I will beat you, make no mistake about that. How much you want to suffer before that is all up to you.

<Moose laughs and walks away>

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**L.D. Williams and Tytan are WALKING! in a hallway.**

T: “Raiders of the Lost Gimmick.”

LDW: “Indiana Fulton and the Temple of Gimmick.”

T: “Die Gimmick? Gimmick Hard?…no, that doesn’t work.”

LDW: “Gimmickrunner.”

T: “Field of Gimmicks.”

**They stop and look at each other.**

LDW&T: “Dances with Gimmicks!”

**As one, they turn to face the camera.**

T: “Wednesday night, OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Darling will team with the Flyin’ Hawai’ians to face the OOWF Campeonas de Trios Champions Regicide and Stan “Dances with Gimmicks” Fulton.”

LDW: “And boys, Whatcha Gonna Do…when the Gimmicks…Dance…On yoooouuuuu???”

**Regicide turn and continue walking down the hall.**

T: “I don’t know, the Hogan thing feels kind of weak.”

LDW: “Undoubtedly, but we had to end somehow.”

**They continue talking as we fade.**