OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (09/14) Live! From Saskatoon,

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match - Onslaught Rules[/u]
Chris Evans vs. El Lobo Sangriento

Winner Gets a Title Shot at Hell on Earth[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle vs. J-P Sparxx

Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster - Stips TBA
Alexander Darling & Stank vs. Davin Moreland & Eric O'Mac
Danny Taylor vs. Tytan
LD Williams vs. Outback Jack
Kai vs. Honcho Williams vs. Chad Madison
Aina vs. JW Westgaard vs. Zane Myers
Ecosystem vs. Stan Fulton

card subject to something happening in Saskatchewan

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Chris Evans is seen backstage, still bloodied from his brutal match with Stan Fulton

Evans: Hey Fulton, looks like I’m still standing, I’m still breathing. So what’s your excuse for losing this time, huh? What, was the lighting too bright for you? Sweat get into your eyes? You slip on the apron and accidentally fall into the ring-post that way? Face it, you gave me everything you had, and still, still, you couldn’t break me. You couldn’t beat me. You were a fool to take me lightly, and now, you and I are finished.

I mean sure, you may have accomplished more than I have and you may be surrounded by some of the greatest names in this business, but the fact of the matter is that tonight proved without a shadow of a doubt that I am better than you where it truly counts, which is taking care of business in the ring, and proved that I am more talented than you will ever be. So go defend your DDT Ironperson title, because that’s the only thing that you’re good for right now.

*Evans shakes his head in disbelief and chuckles to himself*

Heh, it’s really amazing at how foolish you look right now, isn’t it? All those times I offered you a spot, you could have taken it and spared yourself all of this embarrassment. But instead, you turn me down, and looked what happened to you. I took your Intercontinental Championship, you wind up losing our little feud, and now you’re jerking the curtain with Juni.

And speaking of those who turned down my offer, that brings me to you, Lobo. Tough luck with losing your match to Moose and JP Sparxx, the man who will help me lead the New Guard. Again, you had your chance and next week, I’ll show you exactly why you should have joined my cause. Because you can’t beat me, and like Fulton proved tonight, you will never, ever break me.

*fade to black*

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The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and the place is a wreck. We see DVD sitting alone at the only remaining table with a drink in hand. Dynamite Danny Taylor walks in with an irritated OBJ by his side.

OBJ: Hell, I should have stayed focused. That was a rookie mist.....

Outback Jack cuts his sentence short as he and Danny survey the damage.
Danny makes eye contact with Vic and motions around the room.

DVD: Nope, I'm staying out of this one. You boys are on your own.

Danny and OBJ throw each other confused looks. Before they can further enquire, Ashley and Spencer come out of the back, and they are ~FUMING~! Ashley gets right in Danny's face and waves a finger at him.

Ashley: You had a great math with LD, but when Tytan gets in your face, you choose to back down instead of standing your ground.

Spencer then does the same to OBJ.

Spencer: And you, you had Tytan right where you wanted him, but let your little back and forth banter with LD cost you the win.

Ashley: Neither of you have had your head in the game.

Spencer: And frankly, we are tired of it. So this week you change up partners.

Ashley: Go out there, give it your all, and stay focused.

Spencer: Because if you don't, we will do to you what we've done to this room.

With that the two girls storm out of the Destroyatorium leaving a shocked DDT and OBJ behind.

OBJ: (soft belch) That's Australian for I think I almost crapped my pants.

Danny nods wide eyed in amazement. Both look over to Vic.

DVD: Hey, I had nothing to do with that. (sips his drink) I'm just glad I took the night off.

The boys sit at the table and begin to discuss strategy as the scene

FADES

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is sitting at her desk. Alongside her desk are an American flag and a Canadian flag. Chuckles the Clown is standing behind Selena, trying to look as professional as he can.

GMSa-T: OOWF fans, in honor of President Barack Obama doing his joint Congress thingie tonight, I have decided to address you too, since I'm sure more of you care about us than what the President has to say to those idiots in Congress. I'd like to talk to you about three things. First, omigosh, did you see Lady Gaga at the VMA's? Omigosh, was she awesome! DRessin' like a dude?! What will she thing of next, I mean she's hatched from an egg, dressed like a guy... Next thing you know she'll be doing a live sex celebration or something.

Edge pops into the office.

Edge: I already did that! It was awesome!

GMSa-T: Ladies and gentlemen, Canada's own... Edge!

Edge's music begins to play from somewhere as he mugs for the camera.

CtC: Juh!!

Chuckles grabs a fire extinguisher and begins to spray it all over the place as Selena and Edge cough and try to wave it away from them. Edge has had enough and spears Chuckles through the window. Selena naturally laughs at this. A lot.

GMSa-T: Oh... Chuckles. Will you ever learn? Okay, anyway, my announcements. Number two...haha number two.

Selena clears her throat.

GMSa-T: The Flyin' Hawai'ians have petitioned for a brand new match for their title match versus Texpress at Hell On Earth. I have approved the match. That being said, the Flyin' Hawai'ians have to make it to Hell On Earth as Champions so I will wait to announce the creation of the Volcano Match until they are assured...dang it. Okay fine, a Volcano Match is an Ultimate X Match with the ring surrounded by fire like an Inferno Match. Which is totally awesome, so now that the cat's out of the bag, Flyin' Hawai'ians, Texpress, you better both make it to Hell On Earth.

Now, number three. I watched last night's show and personally loved the tag team match between OOWF World Champion, Alexander Darling and Eric O'Mac versus Stank and Davin Moreland. They beat the crap out of each other and it was awesome. So this week, I have them doing it again! Yay! Except this time, I've switched the teams around. And next week, I'm gonna do it again! And then...ya ready? At Hell On Earth... Fatal Four Way! For the OOWF World Title! It's Hell On Earth, our signature show. Go big or go home, right? We're totally not going home, so yeah, go big.

Edge climbs back through the window wearing Chuckles's red clown nose.

Edge: I'm back. Sorry, but that guys sucked and deserved that. A fire extinguisher? Really?

GMSa-T: Edge?

Edge: Yes, Selena?

GMSa-T: You got a little...something...on your nose...

Edge feels for his nose, missing the clown nose somehow.

GMSa-T: Nope, still there.

Edge: Well get it!

Edge leans down and Selena takes off the clown nose.

Edge: What the hell... A clown nose? I'm wearing a clown nose. Why did I agree to do this? I hate retirement. I'm outta here.

Edge storms off as Selena watches. She then squeaks the clown nose as we ...FADE...

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We are backstage in the high tech locker room that IQ has once again procured for Psykle. As can be expected by not just the tag team loss from this week, but also from the more recent card for next week being posted, Psykle is once again irate. IQ is on the phone while Psykle looks for something to smash.

IQ: ...no, I don’t understand. He earned a shot over a month ago, and now, not only is he again overlooked, but now he’s in another match competing for a tit...no...no...yes, but...no!...of course...fine. Look, you do what you have to do, and I’ll just have to do what I have to do. I hope we don’t have to get the lawyers involved for a failure to uphold the OOWF’s end of a contract, but these shenanigans have got to end.

IQ turns away from Psykle and lowers his voice a bit.

IQ: I also highly recommend you get to the bottom of Fire’s involvement and make sure that either she is not involved or it gets rectified immediately. Psykle is definitely ready to destroy her if he finds out 100% that she’s behind this. Right now the only thing keeping him from making what Eco did to his sister look like a playground bully picking a fight in nursery school is the slight amount of doubt I can put in his head that she might not be behind this, and the longer this goes, the harder it’s going to be for me to do that.

IQ hangs up the phone, and we can see that Psykle is very angry.

Psykle: God damn Lobo! I guess it’s about time Moose got a win. Too bad he still can’t beat ME. Maybe if he gets his head together.

IQ: Have you seen the card for next week yet?

Psykle: No, but let me guess, someone else is getting an Onslaught title match and I’m facing Moose in some convoluted match again, right?

IQ: Half right.

Psykle: So what? I’m getting my title shot finally but it’s a three way with Moose and Lobo now?

IQ: Close...

Psykle: Lobo vs. Moose in a winner gets to fire Psykle match? The commish would put together a match like that...

IQ: Now we both know the commissioner doesn’t make the matches...

Psykle: Yea, yea, but she has her ways. So what are the matches?

IQ: Well, no one is getting an Onslaught title shot this week...

Psykle: PRAISE THE LORD! I’m not getting passed over again.

IQ: ...because Lobo is getting an Intercontinental Title Shot against Evans under Onslaught rules.

Psykle: Good for him...wait a minute, if he wins the IC title, won’t he have to give up the Onslaught one?

IQ: I believe he’ll have to make a decision as to which one to keep, but I’m not 100% sure about that one.

Psykle: OK, so what about me? What’s my match?

IQ: Well, you’re in another match with Moose....

Psykle: Of course.

IQ: This time it’s a three way though....

Psykle: Am I finally getting my hands on the bitch?

IQ: Well, yes and no. You’re getting your hands on a bitch, but not that bitch. You’re facing Sparxx also.

Psykle: Oh great, more sparkles....

IQ: And the winner....

Psykle: Here it comes....

IQ: Gets an Onslaught Title Shot at Hell on Earth.

Psykle: Wait. What? You mean, they are already booking another match for someone to earn an Onslaught Title Shot when they haven’t even granted the winner of the last one his title shot yet?

IQ: Yea...so...

Psykle: FUCK THIS SHIT!

Psykle storms out of the locker room apparently looking for someone to destroy. IQ picks up the phone and begins to dial a number.

IQ: All those months of hard work, down the drain....

Fade to black.

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*Fade in to the Takhini Arena in Whitehorse, Yukon, where we find El Lobo Sangriento BROODING~! over his loss to MooseHead Jack and J-P Sparxx at last night’s Mayhem…

ELS: THINKING~!, not BROODING~!

Voiceover Guy: That’s not what it looks like from here.

ELS: Also, you’re not going to mention Psykle at all? He was on the losing team too, you know.

VG: Yeah, but he and IQ get really mad if they think they’re being ignored.

ELS: Well that’s not very nice.

VG: True.

ELS: I mean, really, I feel bad for Psykle. He’s worked his ass off to contain himself, and he’s turned out to be a helluva good Onslaught wrestler. He should have had his shot at the title by now.

VG: That’s as may be, but we don’t book the matches.

ELS: I know, but maybe I should talk to someone. See if I can’t get Psykle a shot after I beat Evans this week.

VG: You’ll give Psykle a shot at the IC title right away?

ELS: No, the Onslaught title. I don’t want the IC at the moment. I like this division.

VG: You’d really pass on being IC champ?

ELS: Sure, why not? On top of enjoying this division, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m going to have the second-longest Onslaught title reign soon. If I can hold the title through Hell on Earth, that should put me over the top as the longest-reigning Onslaught champ in history.

VG: I was not aware of that.

ELS: Well, it’s true. I wasn’t planning on losing the belt anytime soon anyway, but I’ve got a chance to put my name in the OOWF record books. No way I’m losing it when I’m this close. I don’t care who I face at Hell on Earth. They’re not taking my belt.

VG: Careful, Icarus. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself. You’ve still got Evans coming up.

ELS: Oh I know. Look Evans, I can beat you. We both know that. You were a successful Onslaught wrestler at one time, but that was then, and this is now. You’re out of practice. You’re not in the Onslaught mindset anymore. You’re busy focusing on building your little faction. Tell you what: let me relieve you of the pressure of being IC champ until you get your group up and running. I’m sure Selena won’t mind setting up a tournament for the vacated title after I lay it on her desk after our match. Consider it a favour from me to you. See you Wednesday. Wolfpack out.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

~~~ In front of the OOWF Interview Banner ~~~

RNSFJ: So Texpress, You've been put into the first ever Volcano match at Hell on Earth 7, Live from Dayton Ohio (Cheap Pop... Already? Sheesh) Are you concerned?

Zane: To coin a phrase... No. The type of match That Kai & Aina chose doesn't really matter. It doesn't change the fact that they are at a severe disadvantage when we get to Dayton. And you know the worst part? They don't even know it yet.

Chad: It's kind of different really. Normally, the defending champion has an innate advantage in nearly every match. But not this time.

RNSFJ: What do you mean?

Zane: Here's the thing. Like most people, The Hawaii'ans had wrestled around the world before they came to the OOWF. They've wrestled in all sorts of arenas and settings, in front of huge crowd and small audiences. But there is nowhere on this earth that prepares you for the setting that is Dayton Ohio, OOWF Hell On Earth. The crowd noise, the energy in the arena, the electric atmosphere, you simply cannot be prepared it.

Chad: Ask anyone who has wrestled on that stage before. There's nothing like it on this planet. Most people lose their first Hell on Earth Match. Drink & Destroy did. We did.

Zane: And there is where the advantage lies. We've not only wrestled IN that arena, ON that stage IN that setting before..... We've WON. Not only have we WON matches IN that arena, ON that stage IN that setting, We've won OOWF World Tag Team Championships and DEFENDED OOWF World Tag Team Championships there.

Chad: So you can have your Volcano Matches, Your Pre-match rituals. We'll take our experience and turn it into Championship Number Seven at Hell On Earth Seven.

RNSFJ: Oooooh that's kind of catchy.

Chad: And you're kind of hot.

RNSFJ: Awwww you're so sweet... but that Volcano Match sounds REALLY scary! Aren't you afraid of FIRE?!?

Chad: Naaah, It won't be the first time I've been inside FIRE

~~~ All three stop and turn their heads to the camera for a moment. Inexplicably, Alexander Darling walks on set ~~~

Alex: Bus. Find One.

~~~Alex leaves and we fade... ~~~

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*Davin walks into Eric's locker room*

DM: Eric.

EOM: Hey.

DM: Looks like we're tagging up.

EOM: Yeah. Hey, fun working with you again, right?

DM: Right. No hard feelings about the rebar, right?

EOM: Nope, no hard feelings about the knucks, right?

DM: Just business.

EOM: Good. Hey, did you get my last fruit basket?

DM: Yes.

*Fade*

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Firewoman is sitting in medical, getting her ribs, head, knee, and other assorted injuries attended. The Quack (tm, Selena) comes in looking at charts, very concerned and shaking his head. Fire is glaring a lot, but especially at the TV, where she sees Psykle and IQ's promo.

Q: I'm sorry, Fire....Unless you have some sort of line on miraculous cures, I think you're going to have to sit this week out.

FW: Huh?

Q: It's not quite a concussion but it's close enough that with your history, I don't wanna risk it. Your knee will probably be fine, but I don't think you've ever let those ribs heal properly. One bad knock will repuncture your lung and --

FW: Well, Doc, I think you should get a second opinion.

Q: From who?

FW: From me. I think I'll be good to go and cleared for next week.

Q: Fire...it's my medical opinion that you should not be cleared to wrestle.

FW: Interesting. Doc....it's my commissioner's opinion that if I'm not cleared to wrestle, you'll be unemployed.

Q: What? You can't fire me because of--

FW: Yeah, I can. I'm in charge of all non-wrestling staff, including referees, crew, and yes, medical personnel. So.....you were saying about next week?

Q: I've...I.....

FW: Yes?

Q: You can't be serious....

Fire gives him a look that no one on the planet could possibly mistake as anything but serious. The doctor adjusts his tie, and clears his throat awkwardly.

Q: Well...seeing as how I have a mortgage to pay....you should be fine for next week.

Fire smiles sweetly at him.

FW: Thank you.

Fire gets off the cot and turns away from the camera, but at the last minute we see her wince a little bit from the pain.

FADE.

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<Fire hobbles directly to Ric's before it is packed up to head to the next town. She orders a double whatever it is she drinks and turns to leave and nearly runs into a grinning Moose. Fire snarls a little>

FW: What?

MHJ: Nothing

FW: Then move

MHJ: Or?

FW: Or I will kick your ass and MAKE you move

MHJ: HA! Good one. Doesn't sound like the "new and improved" Fire

FW: What the hell do you care anyway?

MHJ: <thinking for a minute> Huh. Guess you are right. Having a jobber for a sister really isn't a big deal. See ya

FW: WAIT. A what? A jobber?

MHJ: That's what I said

FW: No matter what I do, you are going to hate it

MHJ: No, watching you flounder is what I hate

FW: I am better now than I have ever been.

MHJ: Yeah yeah yeah, I am the bad influence and all that. Lets take a little look at the past. You are on your own in Japan, you get stabbed, and have to flee for your life from the country. You are on your own, come to the OOWF, and work some REAL high profile matches with the Degrassi set. We admit we are related, work together, you win the world title and become the most feared person in wrestling. You marry that pinhead Darling and start listening to him, you fall for Eco's tricks, die, get brainwashed and are now getting owned by Attitude Adjuster, a man who was out of wrestling hocking oxy clean to make a buck. But yeah, again, I am the bad guy here. I guess as long as you are happy sucking, its all good, right?

FW: You have no idea what I have.......

MHJ: You know what? No, I don't. And no matter what I say, or how much sense it makes, you have already made up your mind that you are not going to listen to a damn thing anyone outside that damn Darling clan, or your shrink says. So, have fun with it Fire, I am going to win the Onslaught title, maybe if you can take your head out of your ass long enough to remember how to wrestle, I will give you a title shot. Until then........well, all I can say is watch out for Carl From Fresno, I hear he is every bit as sneaky as AA.

<Moose turns and walks away leaving Fire fuming>

[BookerShark]

AA stands outside a border patrol station in Sunburst, MT (chea...no, don't even go there...) In the out-building, he sees a weathered wanted poster. It reads:

WANTED

Attitude Adjuster, aka Chickenshit Heel tag team wrestler

For the murder of a fine Indian Trinket Salesman. Reward: $10,000 loonies...or free beer for life.

AA: Shit! Still?

Carl From Fresno: Something wrong?

AA: Where did you? Wha? Huh? Wait, never mind. Carl, do you have a passport? We might be able to do some business.

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*Basement of the OOWF Arena*

Psykle is busy banging random pipes and destroying random things as he continues to go nuts about his perceived slights when out of nowhere, one of those pipes strikes back and nails Psykle in the back of the head. He winces from the blow and turns to see where it came from but there is no one there when another pipe strikes Psykle in the back of the knees and he buckles and falls to one knee. He slowly starts to stand when a third blow from a pipe slams him in the temple and Psykle finally collapses to the ground. We finally see some hands come into focus but the person attached to those hands is covered in a black hoodie and black pants. The new person on the scene lifts the dead weight of Psykle up onto his shoulders and turns towards one of the cheap walls in the basement...CRUCIFIX BOMB through the wall.

The mysterious figure finally pulls the hood off and we see that it's the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling. He crawls through the wall and gets down close to Pyskle.

Alexander: I know you probably can't hear me right now, but your boy IQ can and you'll see this later. Sometimes people like to forget what I'm capable of when I'm pushed. This is just a small glimpse of what I am willing to do Psykle.

See, normally I'm okay with letting Fire fight her own battles. She's as tough as anyone in the world, but you just couldn't stop poking. Poke poke poke...that's what you seem to be good at. Have you even considered the reason you're not getting the title shot you claim you deserve is that no one gives two shits about you. This is a business, and you Psykle, you aren't good enough to sell out an igloo let alone any arenas we run. But now...now you've been touched by greatness. You've been touched by the OOWF World Champ.

Psykle starts to stir as Alex throws a few extra kicks at him to keep him down...

You want to make a statement Psykle, don't look any further. I'm more than willing to show you the truth of the matter. You're nothing. You've been nothing. And you will be nothing. So poke me or poke my family again and the result will be the same and that...well, that fucking sparkles bitch.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is sitting on the couch looking at commissionery things. Opus comes waddling up.

OtP: *waddle waddle waddle*

FW: Hey, what's up.

OtP: *waddle waddle flap flap*

FW: Oh....well, I have a headache and it's quieter here than it is in the offices.

OtP: *waddle flap flap*

FW: Yeah, and Selena is mad that I threatened the doc....so I'm laying low.

Opus waddles up onto the couch and snuggles next to fire so that she has to raise her arm and put it around him.

OtP: *eye blink*

FW: You're terrible for my image.

They snuggle a bit while Fire does paper work. The door comes open and it's Lexie, Ashley, and spencer.

Ash: OOOOOOh! How CUUUUUUUUTE!

Opus jumps down off the couch and waddles over to them. Ashley and Spencer make a big fuss over him and Opus eats it up.

Spenc: Who'd a thought, Fire has a maternal side.

Fire pretends not to notice. Lexie shoots Spencer a look, then tries to dismiss it.

LD: Yeah, don't let her fool you. They do that all the time.

FW: Well, it WAS quiet in here.

LD: We'll be out of your hair in a minute, Fire.

Ash: We're having a spa day!!!

FW: A what?

Spenc: You don't know what a spa day is?

LD: Not many spas in the hood.

Ash: You go, you get a massage.

Fire raises an eyebrow.

Spenc: Not THAT kind of massage....or you can have a facial....

Fire continue to raise an eyebrow.

Ash: Not THAT kind of facial.

LD: Maybe...a mani-pedi?

FW: Eh...make up takes care of my nails for the camera, and I hate it.

LD: That's because make up sucks. This is PAMPERING....

Lexie looks at Ash and Spence. They nod.

LD: You should come with us.

FW: Huh?

Ash: Yeah! C'mon!!!

FW: I don't think this is really my scene guys....Besides, I think Alex wanted to do dinner and--

Spenc: Exactly our point.

FW: Huh?

Ash: How do I put this, Fire....You go get some pampering, some relaxation, a nice coat of polish on the nails...It'll be a great night, I'm tellin' ya!

FW: Eh.......

LD: Ladies....allow me.....

Alexis leans over and whispers into Fire's ear. Her eyes get big.

FW: Really?

LD: Totally gone.

FW: ....

LD: ....

FW: I'll get my jacket.

Firewoman runs to her room.

Ash: What did you tell her?

LD: It had to do with Brazil.....

Spenc: OOOOOoooooooh....

Firewoman comes back with her jacket and they all head for the door.

[BookerShark]

CUT, TNA Reaction-style, to a locker room at Credit Union Centre in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada (cheap pop). We can only see part of the room and visible in that part is OOWF DDT Ironman Heavy Metal and Campeonas de Trios Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s talking to someone, but that someone isn’t visible and for some reason the microphones aren’t picking up his/her voice.

SF: “No, I wouldn’t blame you at all if you didn’t want to work with me. My record lately has been atrocious.”

“. . .”

SF: “I don’t know. I know I planned to go out and destroy Chris Evans, but I took him lightly and paid for it. He got the IC title and I don’t have much of a chance to get it back right now.”

“. . .”

SF: “I’d really like to get that Grand Slam and Six-Pack champion honor.”

“. . .”

SF: “I always thought I’d be considered the number one contender to Darling’s title.”

“. . .”

SF: “Well that might work. But aside from that, would you be willing to work with me in the tag team title ranks?”

The camera starts to zoom in, but Fulton notices it, gets up and closes the door as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is wandering through the basement when he comes across Psykle on one knee. Moose just stands there and stares at him, puffing on his cigar>

Psy: Come to finish the job?

MHJ: Nope

<Moose offers a hand and helps Psykle up, Psykle braces for the attack that never comes, Psykle eyes him wearily>

Psy: What gives?

MHJ: What?

Psy: Why didn't you kick me in the head and leave me laying?

MHJ: No need to at the moment. Beside, I am not going to let a bitch like Alexander Darling do my dirty work for me

Psy: But evidently your sister is fine with that

MHJ: Seems that way

Psy: I am going to hurt her

MHJ: Have at it

Psy: You don't care?

MHJ: I am not my sisters keeper. She made her choices

<the two of them stand and stare at one another for a long time>

Psy: I am going to beat you again this week, that title shot is mine

MHJ: Confidence. Good for you

Psy: You haven't beat me yet

MHJ: Haven't needed to. What hasn't happened in the past has no bearing on the future. You stand in my way, I WILL win that title shot this week. There is nothing you, or Sparxx can do about that. Trust me

<Psykle turns and looks in the direction Darling went and seems to consider going after him, Moose calls over his shoulder as he walks away>

MHJ: Not worth it. You will never get the last word in against one of Them

<Psykle considers this for a moment, then walks off>

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in a much cleaner Destroyatorium. Dashing Victor Deniro is sitting at the bar, tossing peanuts down to shotglass, seemingly lost in the moment. He hears a noise and looks up as El Lobo Sangriento walks into the bar. He makes eye contact with Vic, who motions him over. DVD reaches behind the bar and comes back with a Labatt Genuine Lager. He hands it to El Lobo, who smiles.

Voiceover Guy: El Lobo receives a drink from a stalwart ally and honest friend.

El Lobo: I sure have.

DVD looks around trying slightly confused.

DVD: Who are you talking too?

El Lobo: Voiceover guy.

DVD just smiles and nods.

DVD: I'm glad you are here. Me and you have some business I would like to discuss.

El Lobo: Are one of the guys looking to enter the Onslaught division?

DVD: No, no no. We have our hands full climbing back to the top of the tag ranks. Best teams in the world competing after all.

Lobo nods in agreement.

DVD: I was thinking more how you would feel being a double champion.

El Lobo: My interest is peaked, please elaborate on your statement.

DVD: Well, D&D has been having problems with Regicide. They seem to think they have our number. This week will try to prove that false in solo matches. Next week, I have propositioned the GM to let D&D go for a trio shot against Regicide and Fulton. Only, we have one problem.

El Lobo: With DH gone you are short the necessary numbers to be a trios?

DVD: Exactly. You have shown yourself to be an honorable competitor ever sense you have joined this company. Even tho you don't want to be in a stable, D&D considers you an honorary member anyways. You have always been straightforward with us, and really that's all we've asked for.

El Lobo: The Wolfpack sees no need to mince words. If you are looking for a partner, El Lobo thinks we could do well.

DVD: I'm glad to here you say that. (He lifts his drink and clinks with Lobo)

Voiceover guy: And with that the Wolfpack is out.

El Lobo: Hey! That's my line!

DVD: What is?

El Lobo: The one the voiceover guy used.

DVD: Right.

Voiceover Guy: And with that the scene.....

FADES

[BookerShark]

<Not too far away from the Destroyatarium, Ecosystem is stopped by a backstage interviewer>

BI: Junichiro Muyo, we haven't heard anything from you since the...um, since ten days ago, when--

<Ecosystem shoves the interviewer up against the wall and pulls out a switchblade>

Eco: Shut up and give me the microphone.

<He is obliged. Eco looks into the camera>

Eco: So it appears no one is talking about me. That's well and good. For those of you without basic reasoning, I've spent much of the last few days with my family. I wanted to ensure that my sister was beginning the healing process well.

BI: But, um...you were the one--

Eco: I took a sledgehammer to her, yes. I did what I thought was right for her. I protected her by maiming her. She trusted something different would protect her...

<Eco pricks his finger with the blade, as the interviewer twitches. Eco draws a rough cross on his forehead with the blood>

Eco: ..and it will, but not in the short-term, where you and I live. In the long term, we can wait for judgment...but I wish to bring a little here to Earth for the short term. Does that make sense?

<Eco moves the blade back toward the interviewer, who hurriedly nods>

Eco: Good. See, Jackie Quinn, I've been thinking about you more and more. How to make you pay for what you did to Mai. You see, I think my poor deluded sister was right about something...I am sicker than you. The thing that threw me off all this time is that your emotions...they don't reside where you'd expect. You don't care about your parents, you only intermittently care about your sister in your own self-absorbed way...but that doesn't mean you're a sociopath. It doesn't mean you don't care at all.

See, Jackie, I'm going to find out where those emotions are hiding. I'm going to find out who it is that you care about, whose face occupies the dark recesses of your dark heart and receives love poems from your forty voices. And when I do, Jackie, I'm going to carve their faces up...no, no, not good enough...I'm going to ruin them. You understand what it means to ruin someone, Jackie? Of course you do; I don't need to spell it out for you.

Let me tell you a story. The story of Henry Smith. Henry was a young black man in the South, and shortly after Reconstruction, he was accused of the murder of a white toddler. Well, you can imagine how this went.

Old Henry Smith was placed upon a scaffold and tortured for fifty minutes by members of the girl's family, who thrust hot iron brands into his flesh, starting with his feet and legs and working upward to his head. The family members involved included Myrtle's father, uncles, and twelve-year-old brother. A February 2, 1893 article in The New York Sun stated that, "Every groan from the fiend, every contortion of his body was cheered by the thickly packed crowd." Eventually, the hot irons were thrust into his eye sockets and down his throat. Afterwards, finding he was still breathing, the crowd poured oil on him and set him on fire. The crowd then fought over the hot ashes to collect his bones and teeth as souvenirs.

Eco: And fine souvenirs they made, Jackie. See, Mai wears a cross around her neck. But I'm wearing something else...

<Eco pulls out a string with a damaged tooth on it>

Eco: Amazing what a little bit of money and a few connections can find you. You see, when I ponder this tooth, I ponder the sheer joy, the ecstasy of evil that you can persuade yourself is justified. I ponder the ability of those racist sons of bitches to bring Hell onto this earth...and it becomes an aspiration, a goal for me.

Jackie, I am going to make you suffer unimaginably. It may take me time. But by the end of it, Jackie, I will have you begging for burning irons in your eye sockets, just to bring some finality to the pain.

Don't believe me?

<Eco takes his still-bleeding finger and draws a St. Peter's cross on the shivering Backstage Interviewer's head>

Eco: ....you really ought to.

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Eco turns to walk away and gets SLAMMED in the face with a shot from HDB that sends him to the floor, sending the knife sliding down the hall. Eco recovers and tries to scramble toward the knife, but Moose pounces on top of him, pins him to the floor and puts the scalpel to his throat>

MHJ: Is this what you want Eco? Just like that, I can end this all, right now. Is that what you want?

<Eco just grunts>

MHJ: You think your threats scare me? You want to carve me up? Do it. You want to bloody me? Do it. You want to attack me? Do it. But this I promise you Eco, you will never, NEVER end me. He will not allow it, I will not allow it.

<Eco snarls with rage, but doesn’t fight too much, as the scalpel is digging into his skin>

MHJ: You want to tell me what exactly I did that was so terrible? What did I do to your precious Mai? Ignore her insane ramblings trying to “save” me? Or do you mean that little bump she got? I warned her Eco, I warned her to drop it, but she kept pushing. You, more than anyone, know what happens when I get pushed too far. So, if you want to go to war for that? I will happily oblige you Eco, and remember one thing, I don’t care how fucking insane you think you are, there is nothing you can do to stop me.

<Moose digs the scalpel into Eco’s throat a little harder, drawing a trickle of blood. Just when it looks like he is going to slit Eco’s throat, Moose cocks his head and appears to be listening to something, he grins and lets up the pressure a little, then lets Eco go. Eco scrambles to his feet, but Moose steps on the knife before Eco can get to it. Moose smirks, then kicks the knife to Eco, he picks it up and we have an old fashioned stand off>

MHJ: We can do this now. Do you really want to compare scorecards on the damage done to siblings? I owe you the assbeating of your life for the shit you pulled, and you know it. But He has another idea. We can do this, or we can do things another way. I tried to tell you that months ago and you didn’t listen Eco, you never listen. He makes a lot of sense. He would love to see me bleed you dry, but He also knows there could be more……MUCH more. You should think about it.

Trust me

<Moose slowly backs away laughing like a madman, but never turning his back on Eco and we……fade>

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Selena are having their daily meeting.

GMtS: I get it but there's nothing I can do about it.

FW: Look, I know crazy. Eco is beyond that. I don't know what he's planning to do, but really...if he's going to go poking at the dark recesses of Moose's mind...I can't imagine what that will do to him.

GMtS: To Eco?

FW: No...to my brother.

GMtS: I thought you didn't care about him anymore?

FW: I can't be around him. He brings me back to a place that I'm trying really hard to leave. But that doesn't mean I don't care. He's my brother, I'll always love him....even if I'm not the sister he wanted.

GMtS: Don't say that...He just--

FW: It's true Selena. Lots of therapy has brought me to two inescapable conclusions. One is that I'm not the sister he wants. But I can't control that, because I can't control his mind.

GMtS: As if anyone can...

FW: And the second thing is....*deep breath*...he is also not the brother I want or need. So...I just have to accept that and learn to appreciate him for who he is, even if he won't do the same for me.

GMtS: Wow...that's very...enlightened...but I don't think you have anything to worry about. I mean, after what Eco did to you, he's still alive, so attacking who Moose cares about isn't going to work...

FW: Well, except Eco attacked the wrong person. I'm not the one whose 'face occupies the dark recesses of his heart.' But I know who is.

GMtS: You....you do? Wait, there IS someone?

FW: Seriously? You don't know that?

GMtS: No...who is it?

FW: If I didn't tell Eco while I was his mindless minion, I'm certainly not going to blurt it out now. Just...well, if I were you .... watch your back.

GMtS: Why?

FW: Because Eco will figure it out eventually.

GMtS: You make no sense.

FW: Whatever, Mouse.

GMtS: Hey, Only Uncle Moose can--

FW: So, I think you should convince the board to terminate his in ring contract. I know he owns the place, but at least keeping him off television could help.

GMtS: We'll see....

Firewoman's phone goes off. She reads it and smiles.

GMtS: The boy? Gag...

FW: Whatever. We done here?

GMtS: Yeah, we're good. See you later.

Firewoman leaves, and Selena goes back to her paperwork.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Alexander Darling are backstage at TNA's No Surrender before the show.

AD: So, good surprise?

FW: Totally...

They round a corner, sign some autographs for fans who have backstage passes, and come to a door. They knock and a voice says come in.

AD: Austin.

AA: HEY! My prodigal trainees...Glad you could make it.

FW: Thanks for the seats, they're awesome.

The three sit down and make some small talk.

AA: So wow...a year huh....

AD: Uh, yeah, little over....

AA: Lacey and I always said that you two should get together.

FW: Really?

AA: Yeah, figures you guys were the last ones to see it.

AD: So, how's things here?

AA: Eh, not bad. Hogan and Bischoff are assholes, and I think Flair might just be crazier than Fire....no offense....

FW: None taken. Although it sounds like a challenge.

AD: Please no....

AA: But *looking around for Kayfabe who is apparently enjoying some catering* ...the real folks in charge seem to be serious about this whole X-Division reboot...that's kind of my ulterior motive for inviting you guys here....

FW: Oh?

AA: Yeah, look I know guys have it going pretty well there, but--

There's a knock on the door, and a production assistant pokes his head in.

PA: Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Aries, but the pre-show check in is in 5 minutes.

AA: Ah, gotcha....look, I gotta do this, but we'll talk after the show. Lacey and I got reservations at this great Indian restaurant called--

FW: Saravanaa Bhavan?

AA: You know it?

FW: Um, yeah, we used to go there alot.

AA: We? *then noticing Alex's scowl*....oh right....um, we can go somewhere else if you want.

AD: It's fine, whatever you guys want. Just...there's meat there right?

AA: Yeah, they have some of that....Okay, see you after the show.

Austin goes to out the door one way and Fire and Alex leave the other direction heading to their seats.

[BookerShark]

*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~! another Labatt Genuine…

ELS: It was really cool of you hosers to stock this beer for me. It’s pretty much impossible to find ootside of Canada, eh?

Voiceover Guy: Don’t mind the accent, guys. It really comes out when he gets drinking.

DVD: What’s with the heavy accent all of a sudden, Lobo?

VG: I just told you!

ELS: Yeah! He just told you, eh?

DVD: Who just told me what?

*Vic looks over at Danny, who shrugs his shoulders…

ELS: That right there. My Voiceover Guy. He told you aboot my accent, just like he told you Danny shrugged his shoulders.

DVD: Um, no. I looked over at Danny and watched him shrug his shoulders. I have no idea what voiceover guy you’re talking about.

ELS: It’s “aboot”. And Voiceover Guy’s right here. Sitting right next to me. Right now. Hoser.

DVD: Are you actually getting mad because I can’t see your imaginary friend? Is “hoser” even an insult? Canadians are so confusing.

VG: Just drop it, Lobo. It’s not worth it.

ELS: Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, eh? It’s totally worth it.

VG & DVD: I think you’ve had enough. Why not go sleep it off for a bit?

*Lobo looks back and forth between Vic and I, clearly confused as to why Vic insists he can’t see or hear me. Suddenly, he realizes what’s going on…

ELS: I see NPC people, eh?

DVD: In your dreams?

*Lobo shakes his head no…

DVD: While you're awake?

*Lobo nods…

DVD: NPC people like, on paper? In other peoples’ promos?

*Kayfabe enters and glares at Vic. Lobo’s eyes widen in alarm, but when Vic turns to see what he’s looking at, he sees nothing. Kayfabe just shrugs and walks away…

ELS: The NPCs are walking around like regular people. Sometimes they don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're NPCs.

DVD: How often do you see them?

ELS: All the time. They're everywhere.

VG: Uh, Lobo? You’re drunk. And you’re blowing an opportunity here. These guys are offering you an opportunity to team with them for the Trios titles, and you’re scaring them off.

ELS: What should I do?

DVD: I really don’t kn–

ELS: Not you. Voiceover Guy, eh?

VG: Well that little outburst certainly didn’t help. Look, tell them you were kidding. It was all just a joke. Sometimes your jokes flop when you’re drunk.

ELS: Hey guys. I was just kidding. Sometimes my jokes drunk when I flop.

VG: Close enough. Let’s get out of here.

ELS: Close enough, eh? Let’s get oot of here. Wolfpack oot.

*Lobo stumbles out the door, leaving a thoroughly confused Vic and Danny behind as we *FADE*

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is sitting at her desk, doing more paperwork. Suddenly, she stops, looks up with wide eyes...

GMSa-T: Omigosh...

Selena grabs her cell phone and hits her speed dial.

GmSa-T: Omie!! I need more security...

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is walking with Jewel strutting alongside him. He notices the camera beside him and stops. His promo banner falls behind him and he loosk to the camera.

J-PS: So, here we go agin. I got Psycho Psykle an' Mooseass Jack. When I beat dese clowns, I git another shot at MY Onstar Championship. It's stupid, seein' how I beat El Loko Fleabag but da clock saved his ass, but das okay, knowwhatI'msayin'? I get to show da world what da New Guard is all 'bout by beatin' an Old Guard fossil. Old Guard, Right Guard, it don't matta. You bring your overrated asses to ma house, an' the Spark's gon' git'cha.

J-P grabs Jewel, pulls her close and kisses her. He lets her go and she swoons a bit.

J-PS: 'Cuz the Spark is the best thing goin' today, ya feel me? Deuces bitches.

[BookerShark]

*Nonpoint's "Skin" fires up through the speakers at the house show in Saskatoon, and Stank walks out to the top of the ramp to an initial pop. A moment later, a loud vocal majority of boos settle in. Stank walks down the ramp to the ring with a deadly serious look on his face. He slides in under the ropes with a mic in his hand, walks over to the far corner, and leans back on the turnbuckles waiting for the noise to die down.*

Stank - Cut my music.

*The music fades out and the boos rain down along with a small minority of cheers and chants in Stank's favor. Stank stands to his full height and paces the ring. He holds the mic to his mouth without saying anything as he searches for the words he wants to say. Moments later, he finds them.*

Stank - There's a little pay per view coming up called Hell on Earth... some of you may have heard of it.

*The crowd cheers their recogniton of the OOWF's biggest event.*

Stank - Oh. So you you all have heard of it. Then you know that in the main event of that pay per view, I along with three other men will be fighting for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

*Again the crowd cheers their approval of the match.*

Stank - Now, the last time I fought for the OOWF World Title... I lost. I lost to the current OOWF World Champion, Alexander Darling.

*The crowd cheers loudly. Stank patiently waits for the cheers to die down.*

Stank - Don't get too excited. Though I'm not going to stand here and bitch about it, I'm not done with Alex. The only thing his win over me has done is made him a more worthy opponent... and I am at my best against worthy opponents. Fortunately for me, I get three worthy opponents at Hell on Earth and when that match is over I wlll become the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Crowd - *Boooooooooooooooo!*

Stank - Tomorrow night at Midweek Mayhem, you get to see the four of us again do battle in the third of a series of tag team matches. So far in this series whoever has tagged with me, has been on the winning team. That's no coincidence. I've been a tag team champion more than any other in the OOWF. Even I can carry a tag team loser like Alexander Darling to victory.

*The crowd boos this statement big time. Stank grows a shit eating grin.*

Stank - But even in the unlikely event Alex and I lose, it won't derail me. You see I don't whine or complain about losing... I get better. I don't bitch about my spot... I take it. I don't give up in the face of a setback... I strengthen my resolve and I RESOLVE to be the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion for the THIRD time in my Hall of Fame career! Despite how YOU people feel about me... LOVE me, or HATE me, I don't GIVE a shit! Just BELIEVE me! BELIEVE me! Cause if you DON'T...

You haven't been paying attention!

*Stank drops the mic signaling the firing up of his music. He climbs midway up the far corner and raises his fists up high, then flashes "The Five" sign at the mostly hostile crowd. He holds up his middle finger to further express his loathing at a few members of the crowd, and starts pointing and jawing at one particular unruly idiot in the front row. Stank hops down from the corner and climbs out through the ropes, standing on the apron and pointing at the unruly guy who we now see is wearing a "Booya Bitch!" T-Shirt and is jawing back at Stank as if the big man had shot his dog. We can't hear what is being said over Stank's music and the noise from the crowd but it is animated and escalating. Stank hops down from the apron and walks right up to the guy in the front row. The idiot doesn't back down punctuating every syllable of what he is saying with a stab of his finger onto Stank's chest. Stank doesn't move. He simply glares at the individual with murder in his eyes. The guy works up enough nerve to SLAP Stank across his face. Stank turns his head away with shock. The fan then takes his beer, and as Stank turns back to face him, he SPLASHES it in Stank's face!*

Crowd - "AHHHHHHHOOOOWWWW!"

*Stank takes his hand and wipes beer from his face. He looks over at the guy and before the man knows it, he is grabbed and YANKED over the barricade, slung over Stank's right shoulder. He struggles in Stank's grip to no avail as Stank carries him up the steps and tosses the man into the ring. The crowd starts to chant "KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS!" Stank stalks the retreating idiot who crawls on his hands and knees seeking escape. Stank grabs him by his belt buckle as he leans halfway out of the ring, under the bottom rope stretching out his hands, seeking purchase of the concrete floor below. Stank pulls the man back in the and starts yelling at him! We can hear Stank yelling down at the man just above the crowd noise as Stank's music cuts out.*

Stank - You wanna be part of the SHOW? HUH? YOU WASTE BEER IN MY FACE? You PUT your HANDS on ME?? HUH?

*Stank GRABS the man and LIFTS him up off the canvas! He hoists him on his shoulders to the roar of the crowd. They chant "STANK-U!, STANK-U!, STANK-U! STANK-U!" Stank looks around at the crowd, with the terrified struggling man on his shoulders. He listens to them chant for a moment before he narrows his eyes and smirks. Instead of a Stank-U, he deftly maneuvers the man up and performs a Falcon Arrow FACEBUSTER, PLANTING the man face down on the mat. The big man then stands over the back of his victim and applies the SOUTHERN COMFORT! The man's free arm FLAILS around as he struggles hoplessly locked in pain. Stank ROARS as he PULLS back, applying more pressure on the man's neck and lower back! Now the crowd boos loudly, mostly because Stank didn't comply with giving them the Stank-U they wanted to see. Officials run down the ramp and flood the ring grabbing at Stank's arms. Stank rises to his feet and his music fires up again, the crowd reigning down boos, as the officials check on the fan while some of them stand between Stank and his victim.*

Fade

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is with Regicide.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, this week you face Drink and Destroy -”

L.D. Williams: “In singles matches.”

SFJ#47: “In singles matches.”

Tytan: “You’d almost think that people don’t take us seriously as a team.”

LDW: “They’ll learn.”

T: “People assume we took the name Regicide to get attention, to try and jump the line to get at the Brass Knuckle Kings. That was part of it sure, but we really took the name because it reflects our attitude.”

SFJ#47: “How so?“

LDW: “A Regicide is someone so committed to what they feel is necessary that they will cross any line, break any taboo, do anything to accomplish it. ”

T: “Kinda sounds like us, doesn’t it?”

SFJ#47: “Well…no, not really. Despite your reputations, since becoming a team you have mostly played it safe, sticking to the rulebook and treating your opponents with respect.”

LDW: “…”

T: “…”

LDW: “She has a point, doesn‘t she?”

T: “…she does. Dammit, we‘ve been coasting. No wonder we get ignored.”

LDW: “Time to change that. Jack, Danny, you’re both very dangerous men. And so far in this little dance, you’ve kept up with us. But, as our friend here pointed out, we haven’t been playing to our strengths.“

T: “Wednesday night, that changes. Wednesday night, we remind the world why we are two of the most feared men in this business. Wednesday night we earn the name Regicide.”

LDW: “Unfortunately gentlemen, that’s going to happen at your expense. I suggest you eat drink and be merry tonight.”

T: “For tomorrow, you die.”

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