OOWF Midweek Mayhem (12/5) Live from Bucharest

[wyattcox]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Live from Bucharest, Romania


OOWF World Title Match[/u]
Firewoman (c) vs. Rabbit Mask

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz (c) vs. "Dynamite" Danny Taylor

OOWF Onslaught Title Match[/u]
The Kai (c) vs. DK Murphy

Chris Evans vs. Ghosthead vs. Alexander Darling
Stank vs. Justin Sane
LD Williams vs. Alexis Darling
Power & Glory vs. Mai Muyo & Mystery Partner
Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Davin Moreland
Texpress vs. Comrade Sharkoff & Russian Bear
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. TBA


Card subject to vampire bats from Transylvania

[wyattcox]

(SFJ Sunny still seems a little out of it but she grabs Wyatt Cox as he is on his way out of the building.)

SFJ Sunny: Wyatt Cox, what was the meaning of that confrontation you had with your daughters earlier tonight?

Wyatt: Simple, I went through what was nothing less than an elaborate ruse to get them their jobs here in the OOWF. They're wasting their skills, they're wasting time, and they're wasting space in the way they're performing here right now.

SFJ Sunny: But you accused Glory of doing things that she shouldn't, that she was embarrassing the family.

Wyatt: She did, she embarrassed one of my best friends, she humiliated...are you OK?

SFJ Sunny: Glory is a good girl, she'd never do anything to embarrass the family.

Wyatt: Wait a minute, I think you've got something in your eye. Look at me. (Wyatt snaps his fingers.) Sleep.

(SFJ Sunny starts to crumple in a heap, but Wyatt catches her and guides her to a nearby chair)

Wyatt: Damn Glory, doesn't even change the defaults. OK Sunny, sleep, deep sleep, deep sleep...now tell me, did Glory take you into the Focus Room?

SFJ Sunny: I'm not suppose to tell anyone.

Wyatt: Deep sleep, OK, Sunny, listen to my voice. When you awake you won't remember this conversation. You are totally free of any triggers and free of any suggestions that Clio gave you, you are totally free to talk about anything that happened, and when Clio calls you Honey, you are to remember everything that happened and tell her exactly what you think. Now do you understand what I've said?

SFJ Sunny: I understand.

Wyatt: OK, Sunny, on the count of five you will be totally awake, refreshed, and recovered from everything that Clio put you through. Five, you are beginning to stir, feeling alive as you never have. Four, your eyes are beginning to open, looking out onto a grand new life. Three, you are filled with renewed energy, faith, and enthusiasm. Two, you find yourself reawakening more and more. And one, fully awake, refreshed, and ready to face the next challenge in your life.

SFJ Sunny: Oh! What happened?

Wyatt: You fainted. I guess you've been working and playing too hard.

SFJ Sunny: Yes...playing too hard...playing.

Wyatt: Well, my daughters are coming, will you be OK?

SFJ Sunny: Yes, I'm..no, could you stay a moment? Please?

Wyatt: I don't think I'd miss this for the world.

(Wyatt steps to the side, out of sight, as Power and Glory walk onto the interview set and hug Sunny.)

SFJ Sunny: Power and Glory, you face off this week against Mai Muyo and a mystery partner.

Edra: Mai, I look forward to renewing our rivalry, and to face you, my friend, with honor and respect, unlike my sister.

Clio: Honor and respect doesn't win matches, dear Saint Edna. Cleverness, deviousness, and a touch of pain make winners. And we have what it really takes to be winners, isn't that right Sunny...Honey...

(Sunny staggers a bit, then turns to Clio and begins hitting her with the microphone. Clio is shocked and Edra is surprised by the display from the normally sedate interviewer)

SFJ Sunny: YOU BITCH! You took advantage of me, you used me, how could you do this to me.

Clio: Sunny, Sleep, sleep.

(Wyatt steps back onto the set and restrains Sunny.)

Wyatt: Not gonna happen, Clio. Rather than use the tools I gave you to seduce your girlfriends, how about using them to, oh, I dunno, actually WIN MATCHES?

Clio: I hate you.

Edra: Dad, I didn't know...

Wyatt: I know Edra. That's what I mean. The two of you have to work together to succeed as a team. Otherwise, time to go back to school. Or make a success of yourself. The choice is yours, each of you. Now I'm going home. Good luck Edra.

Edra: Thanks, Dad.

Wyatt: And good luck to you, Clio. God knows you'll need it.

Clio: Asshole.

Wyatt: Sunny, I'm sorry.

SFJ Sunny: Thanks, Mr Cox. I appreciate it.

Wyatt: Anytime. Toodles Girls.

(Edra hugs her father while Clio just flips him off as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

**SFJ#47 approaches Stank and L.D. Williams as they step backstage after Mayhem.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, congratulations on your victory tonight.”

S: “Worn out. Beat up. Over-the-hill. Past-our-prime. Tag Team Champions of the world. Once again, we prove ourselves right and the world wrong.”

LDW: “Now, if we were what everyone says we are, we’d put these titles somewhere under glass and only defend them if and when the board made us. What we’re going to do is make the same challenge we do every time we win a championship.”

S: “Anyone. Anytime. Anywhere.”

LDW: “If you think you’re a better tag team – come get us.

If you think you’re better wrestlers – come get us.

If you think you can out work, out fight, or out smart us – come get us.”

S: “You think you belong in the ring with the elite? Get in line. I’ll say it again – this is Our. World. You may be living in it, but even that is at our discretion. Don’t believe us?

You haven’t been paying attention.”

<fade>

[wyattcox]

FADE back in following Stank & LD Williams’ promo backstage in Moldova. As they step out of the interview area, waiting there is Stan Fulton with the DDT Iron Man title belt over one shoulder.

S: “Reverend Stanley Fulton. Hey LD. Maybe we should get the duck a cassock.”

SF: (ignoring the comment) “Congratulations on your win, gentlemen.”

LDW: “What do you want, Fulton?”

SF: “Nothing more than what I’ve just given. I watched your match and wanted to congratulate the two of you. You’ve both been deserving of this and were screwed out of it too many times.”

S: “Uh... that’s right. But we’re the best in the world.”

SF: “Of that I have no doubt. I’ve faced you both and can personally attest to your prowess in the ring.”

LDW: “As the end of your World Championship reign shows.”

SF: “Yes, LD. Everyone’s aware you won the world title from me. But anyway, I just wanted to say congrats.”

Fulton turns away but then turns back.

SF: “Oh there was one more thing.”

Fulton gets right up into Stank and LD’s grill with a fury that seemed to be switched on in a picosecond.

SF: “Now you have something I want. I sincerely hope you still have those belts when I get my chance at them. 1st Peter, Chapter 2 verse 19. ‘For it is commendable if someone bears up under the pain of unjust suffering because they are conscious of God.’

“I’ve held up under the unjust suffering of not being a Grand Slam Champion. I will find the right partner and we will become OOWF World Tag Team Champions. And we’ll show you that it’s not your world we live in. It’s God’s.

“This is preordained, gentlemen. Say your prayers. Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton leaves before the stunned World Tag Team Champions can react as we FADE.

[wyattcox]

The following day, LD Williams and Stank are sitting in catering enjoying a quick breakfast. LD is on his cellphone and Stank finishes off the last bite of his cream cheese bagel. LD finishes his conversation and pockets his cellphone.

Stank - How is he?

LDW - Surly. He just got out of jail.

Stank - Again?

LDW - You know him.

Stank - That's the fifth time in the last month.

LDW - He likes... What's this now?

Stank looks in the direction LD Williams is staring and sees Justin Sane approaching.

Stank - Oh shit.

JS - Hey boss.

Stank - Justin... I'm not your boss.

JS - Of course you are.

Stank - Justin. Stop. Focus... LD and I just whooped your ass. Why would you even want to talk to me?

JS - Can I borrow five dollars?

Stank -

JS -

Stank - *sigh* Gotdammit, here!

Stank hands Justin Sane a five dollar bill.

JS - Thanks boss.

Stank - Go away.

JS - Can I sleep on your couch?

Stank - I don't have a couch, Justin.

JS - Do you want one?

Stank - I don't need a couch.

JS -

Stank -

JS -

Stank - Fine... if it will get you to leave... go get me a couch.

JS - Can I borrow five dollars?

Stank - I just gave you five.

JS -

Stank - *sigh* HERE, take it!

Stank hands Justin another five dollar bill.

JS - Thanks boss.

Stank - I'm NOT your- *sigh* WHATEVER Justin. Run along now.

Justin Sane pockets his money and walks away. LD Williams sits with a smile on his face.

Stank - What are you smiling at?

LDW - That guy is more loyal to you than Stanley is to me.

Stank - Shut up.

LDW - I think it's adorable.

Stank - Fuck you. I never asked for it. I don't know why he doesn't get it. He found himself a tag team partner. He became a world tag team champion. Except for the occasional run-in in the Hall of Random Encounters, I've not really interacted with Justin in a while up until we beat him and Bill for the tag belts. You would think he would want to move on.

LDW - Admit it. You don't mind.

Stank - Oh shut up. Justin needs to-

LDW - LOOKOUT!

JS - DOUGHAWK!!!!

Before Stank can react, he is STRUCK by the rarely successful, yet legendarily brutal, Doughawk. The sight is a beauty to behold. Fortunately LD Williams was able to pull out his cellphone in time to capture the moment on Instagram. He quickly switches to video as Justin lies on top of Stank and hooks a leg.

JS - ONE! TWO! THREE! Your Winner and NEW DDT IRONMAN-

FW - IRONPERSON!

JS - IRONPERSON, HEAVYMETAL, CHAMPION! JUSTIIIIIIIIIN SAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNEEEE!

Stank - Get the fuck off me, man!

Justin Sane hops to his feet, grabs Stank's half of the World Tag-Team Championship belts, and runs off before Stank can get to his feet.

Stank - GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

LD Williams applies a filter to the Doughawk photo and sends it out. He then swipes over to the video and replays it.

LDW - Hey take a look at this.

Stank - JUSTIN!

LDW - I mean the look on your face is priceless!

Stank - The motherfucker STOLE my tag team belt and YOU got JOKES!

LDW - I have to send this to Ma.

Stank - Sure. Maybe she'll take you to the parade next year.

LDW -

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - I went too far, didn't I?

LDW - YOU KNOW how I FEEL ABOUT-!

Stank - Stop yelling.

LDW - I'M NOT YELLING!

Fade

[wyattcox]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in the Darling Luxury Suites, throwing a rubber ball against the wall. Over and over and over and ...you get the picture. Alexis comes out of her room, which is not so coincidentally on the other side of the wall that is Firewoman's target.

LD: Do you HAVE to do that?

FW: Yes.

LD: Huh?

FW: I'm trying to stay awake, and reset my sleep cycle, instead of sleeping all day.

LD: What does it matter? You get your workouts and stuff in at night, don't have to fight the guys for the weight machines and stuff.

FW: Yeah, but no one wants to do any ring work at night. Even the local jobbers eager for a break into the business aren't available at 3am. And Selena is getting tired of me skipping appearances, plus....other stuff....

LD: Like what?

FW: Don't make me....

Lexie comes over and sits down next to her on the couch, in college roommate fashion.

LD: Aw....has Fire decided she doesn't like sleeping alone?

Fire glares at her, and then throws the rubber ball, bouncing it at just the right angle so that the ball ricochets off the wall and hits Lexie in the forehead. Firewoman laughs. Lexie does not.

LD: HEY!

FW: Serves you right.

LD: Oh yeah?

Lexie grabs a throw pillow from the sofa and bashes Firewoman in the face with it, which leads Fire to do the same, and pretty soon they have all the cushions and pillows from all the furniture being used as "weapons," and given the strength, some of them have indeed ripped open, so feathers are flying everywhere. There's lots of laughing interspersed with cursing, and this is the scene that someone walks in on.

Lucky: Wow....I leave for two weeks and the place goes to hell.

LD/FW: LUCKY!

Alexis drops her pillow and rushes over to him, giving him a hug. He's got a huge bandage across his nose and cheeks from the surgery. Firewoman walks slowly behind Lexie, eyes downcast.

L: Not so hard, Lexie...Fire....

FW: Lucky....

L: It's okay....you weren't being you.

FW: It's not okay.

Alexis steps back and Fire and Lucky look at each other for a very long time. Finally, Lucky steps up and gives Fire a huge hug. Fire hesitates, and then appears to be overcome with emotion and hugs him back very tightly. He appears to whisper things the microphone can't pick up, and Fire nods a lot. Finally they separate a bit.

FW: I'm sorry.

L: I forgive you. This place is a mess.

They finally separate as Lucky looks around.

LD: It's not TOO bad. It's a bit...feathery at the moment.

Opus walks up to Lucky and hugs his knees, looking up at him.

L: Hey buddy.

OtP: *flap flap*

FW: He's trying to tell you about the new addition to the suites. An entire room with multiple ecological zones--

L: Ecosystems?

LD: We don't use that word.

FW: --for all the animals. Alex commissioned it for me.

L: Huh? How the heck does that get moved around?

FW: *shrug* I dunno. It just does.

L: Well....

FW: Let me get your bags.

L: Huh?

Firewoman gets Lucky's luggage for a change, and puts it in his room. She then comes back, clears away all the feathers and replaces the sofa cushions that are still intact and takes Lucky by the arm and sits him down.

FW: You just rest here. Can I get you anything?

L: Huh?

FW: Like ... I dunno, water? tea? That's what people do right? Get people things when--

Fire wanders off prattling about tea. Lucky looks at Lexie.

L: Huh?

LD: Well, she's very sleepy right now. And things have been....difficult. There's this Ghosthead weirdness.

L: Yeah, I've been following. I've got some ideas in my briefcase there. I didn't have anything to do while recuperating so I googled some stuff, but still, none of it makes sense. Still, I've got some guys doing some digging in Mexico.

LD: And between you and me, I think the whole feud with Moose has affected her way more than she lets on, at least to me. But she opens up to Alex a lot more than she used to so--

Fire returns with a cup of water and a tea bag in it. Lucky takes it and takes a sip, while Fire stands by patiently.

FW: How is it?

L: Um...a little cold.

FW: Oh...I forgot...Here, I'll take it and...do you want a pillow for your feet? I'll get you a pillow.

L: Fire, please don't. Just...sit.

FW: Okay.

Fire sits down, and Lexie, being good at picking up social cues, excuses herself and goes back to her room, glad that at least Fire has stopped playing handball.

FW: Do you want the remote for the tele--

L: Here's what I want. I've been doing some research. You're not the only person Jared has given a necklace to.

FW: So?

L: So I'm not sure what he's trying to do but...I need you to take that off.

Fire's hand goes to her throat and clasps around the pendant.

FW: I don't want to.

L: I know. But I want to have it analyzed. I promise I'll give it back to you.

FW: Oh....okay.

Firewoman takes the necklace off, and starts to hand it to him. When he reaches for it, she snatches her hand back violently, and her face darkens.

FW: How dare you...mere servant....

L: Fire....

Fire shakes her head a bit, Lucky's voice having it's usual effect on her.

FW: What? I'm...I'm sorry....I don't know why I said that. Here. Take it.

Fire hands it to Lucky willingly.

L: Thank you, Fire. How do you feel?

FW: Fine...good, in fact. *She smiles* Everything's the way it should be. I have my best friend back.

L: You mean.....me?

FW: Yeah...I mean, I know you're my valet and that's weird but....Nothing is where it's supposed to be, I can't find half my ring gear. Quorras does fine, but....

Firewoman stops herself mid-rant and sighs.

FW: I just...I need you.

L: Wow....it was almost worth getting punched repeatedly in the face to hear that.

FW: It was?

L: Not quite. But almost.

Lucky and Fire smile as the scene FAAAAAAADES.

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Hours later Lucky Lopez wakes up on the floor with a mild headache. He turns over on his back as the pendant falls out of his hand. Ghosthead walks over and squats down next to him.

L - AHHH! Get away from me!

Jared Mann - Relax. I'm not going to hurt you.

L - Says the man who chained me up and used me as a punching bag once.

Jared Mann - That was then. This is now.

L - Where am I?

Jared Mann - I found you lying unconscious out in the parking lot.

L - What? No.

Jared Mann - What is the last thing you remember?

Lucky rolls over onto his hands and knees and crawls over to the nearest wall. He turns and sits, leaning his back against the wall, staring at Ghosthead.

L - You look different.

Jared Mann - How so?

L - No face paint. No white dyed dreadlocks. I finally see the resemblance between you and your brother.

Jared - Interesting. You see my old self.

L - You even sound less creepy... like a normal human being.

Jared - I always find it fascinating how the pendant affects different people.

L - The pendant?

Lucky looks over to where the necklace lies on the floor between him and Ghosthead.

L - I was taking that to be analyzed.

Jared - Let me save you the trouble.

L - Oh... you're going to let me in on your grand scheme?

Jared - My grand scheme? It is not MY grand scheme. In your ignorance you believe like others that I am somehow controlling things. The architect of the Blood Moon's violence.

L - Please. Spare me the voodoo mumbo, jumbo.

Ghost - I merely wish to enlighten you. I do so without concern because your knowing will change nothing, despite whatever meddling you want to do.

Ghosthead reaches over and picks up the necklace. He rises to his feet and drops it in Lucky's lap.

Ghost - Ask me whatever you wish.

Their is a fog over Lucky's senses that rolls in heavier as the pendant is dropped in his lap. He looks up at Ghosthead and no longer sees Jared Mann, but a white haired warrior wearing white Oakley shades, A dark grey hoodie, and black jeans. Ghosthead steps a few paces away, crosses his arms, turns and looks down at Lucky sitting on the floor of his locker room.

L - I feel funny.

Ghost - No doubt the affect of the pendant. You're infected.

L - What do you mean?

Ghosthead stares at Lucky contemplating what he will say next.

Ghost - Ever heard of El culto de la Nacón

L - The.. cult of... Nacon... no I haven't heard of them.

Ghost - They are an offshoot of many other cults of many other faiths, the original members of whom worshiped... Chaos.

L - *sigh*

Ghost - Nacon is the Mayan god of war killed prior to the joining of the Sun and the Moon. Nacon's spirit became a wind of chaos or in some translations... a ghost of chaos.

L - Let me guess... you are the ghost of chaos.

Ghost - Nakrit... at least that's what those that tortured me believed. In every religion where their war gods have died their spirits or ghosts of chaos have risen in their place... bound to a source of destruction.

Lucky looks down at the necklace. He starts to hear whispers emanate from the walls of Ghosthead's locker room. Unnerved he tosses the necklace at Ghosthead's feet. Ghost casually bends down and picks it up.

Ghost - I didn't make this. It was forged millenia ago. I've only laid eyes on two of them. One my wife stumbled upon before she even met me. It was given to a friend of hers and has since been rejected. The other... is this one. Given to me by a moon cult in Iceland.

L - You said it infected me.

Ghost - Yes. I am human. I know curiosity. It took me... years to get over what happened to me in Mexico. Shannon helped me through it. Together we did research. And now... you too will know... just like everyone else.

L - kn.. kno.. Know w..what?

The Death Knell - Wrath, Fury, Ruin.

Lucky eyes grow wide at the sight of the man who once was Ghosthead, but now is some hideous monster with a head full of snakes, deathly pale skin, eyes a flame, breathing fire, and black mist. Lucky moans in despair as he shuts his eyes. He hears the monster clap his hands together in a loud SMACK! It startles Lucky awake. He looks over and sees Ghosthead staring at him through his white sunglasses, his head cocked to the side in wonderment.

Ghost - Are you with me Mr. Lopez?

L - I.. I need some air.

Ghost - Then I will escort you back to the Darling suites.

L - NO! You must tell me the rest. Just help me up.

Ghosthead pockets the necklace, walks over to Lucky, and helps him to his feet. They walk out the locker room to a nearby exit to outside by the loading dock. Lucky takes in a couple of deep breaths and starts to feel a little better.

L - You said the pendant infected me. How?

Ghost -

L -

Jared - How familiar are you with Giant Impact theory?

L - The hypothesis that the moon was formed when a planet sized object collided with earth during the formation of the solar system.

Ghost - The birth of the war gods and moon goddesses. Six remnants remain from that day, forged into six pendants uniquely bonded to their vessels, corrupting any who are found wanting.

L -

Jared - It is an original remnant of destruction and creation. As far as Shannon and I could tell when we studied the other pendant, it emits a low level of radiation causing varying affects on individuals exposed to it, especially if the exposure is injected directly to the bloodstream.

L - You're looking and sounding human again.

Jared - You're delusional. It must have bitten you.

L - Bitten?

Jared - You see...?

Ghosthead pulls the pendant out of his pocket and turns it over where two small thorns stick out. Lucky stares at the pendant then back up at the man who looks like Ghosthead once again.

L - So you've drugged her.

Ghost - I have done no such thing. I merely gave her the pendant. Her actions are her own. Whatever change you may perceive in her I assure you were already there... it just needed to be... let out.

L - I've heard enough.

Ghost - The destruction that was will be again. Nacon was murdered at the hands of The Sun and Moon birthing Nakrit. The act was a blight on the soul of the moon changing her to the blood moon birthing chaos and destruction. Now the Blood Moon is risen and the Sun is not happy. In his trying to restore order he will bring about the end of everything and Nakrit will know vengeance. Thus is the chant of Nacon.

Lucky hears whispers hanging in the air.

Ghost - Do you hear the chant?

Lucky - K.. keep the necklace. Don't bother trying to give it back to her.

Ghost - If she wants it, she will come for it, and I will not deny her.

Lucky - I'm sorry for happened to you in Mexico. You've clearly been traumatized... but I'm not about to let your trauma... or some poisoned rock, corrupt the person that Lisa Darling has become.

Lucky puts his hands over his ears trying desperately to shut out the whispers. Ghosthead smiles slowly revealing black stained teeth.

Ghost - As if you had a choice. You are subject to the tide. As am I. The Sun is the only one who can affect change at this point... and should that happen... the end will come. Then you too will know... Just like everyone else... my wrath, my fury... my ruin.

Ghosthead laughs as Lucky stumbles away from The Death Knell's presence, back inside the building as the camera fades.

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*DK Murphy wanders by at the end of Stank and LD's promo*

DKM: Hey, great match guys. Um, I know it's not my place, Stank, but can I give you a piece of advice?

Stank: And what piece of advice can a rookie give me?

DKM: Well, when I was a kid and LD's Momma used to take me and my sister to the parade, she always told us not to tell LD. Apparently that's kind of an issue with them.

---

*DK Murphy makes his way into the Destroyitarium, and finds a seat next to Danny*

DKM: I owe you one, man.

*DDt shrugs*

DKM: No, seriously, I mean it. I may be a rookie in the ring, but I pay my debts. Speaking of which...

*DKM waves to the bartender*

DKM: A round for the house on me, and shots of Jameson for you, me, and Danny as well!

[wyattcox]

As DK and Danny enjoy a round of cold ones, the camera pans back and we see Dashing Victor Deniro sitting at the bar with Spencer and Ashley. He smiles a little before looking over to the girls.

DVD: How's your head babe?

Spencer: It's healing fine.

DVD: (motions back to Danny) Need me to rally the troop?

Spencer: Nah, It looks like Alexander and Fire already have that covered.

DVD: Fair enough, but the offer still stands.

At this point, in the background DK bursts into laughter as a smiling Danny makes some broad hand gestures.

Ashley: It's good to see him happy again.

DVD: Yeah, I know Danny enjoys having the three of us around, but this place really hasn't been the same sense losing Jack and Lobo.

Spencer: No kidding, but I feel like there is something really familiar about this DK, just can't quite put my finger on it.

Both Ashley and Vic nod in agreement.

Ashley: Danny gets his rematch with Folz this week. Old Matty Boy seems more interested in the world title, might give Danny an advantage.

DVD: Maybe, but he was distracted at the PPV, and that didn't help us then. We can't rely on Matt being distracted, we need to rely on Danny getting focused.

Ashley: Want me to cut them off then.

Ashley points her thumb over to where Danny is getting shotglass to do some tricks as DK cracks up. Vic smiles.

DVD: Nah, let them have there fun, we can train tomorrow.

FADE

[wyattcox]

(Edra and Clio have gone to Rics to pick up some dinner and have brought it back to their suite. They have hardly spoken since their father's visit. Every time Edra would try to talk to her sister, Clio would just stand up and walk away. As Edra picks at her Chicken Caesar Salad she starts to say something to Clio. Clio leaves her meal and stands up to walk away, and Edra has had enough.)

Edra: HEY! I'm talking to you.

Clio: Not listening.

(Edra gets up and grabs her sister and spins her around. Clio draws back but then stops and drops her head.)

Clio: Go ahead, do it.

Edra: Do what?

Clio: Give me the lecture, how bad I am, how evil I am, how I'll never amount to anything.

Edra: That's not true, and you fucking well know that.

Clio: Some idiot said I was trying to be the next Firewoman. Called me Ember. Asshole.

Edra: Well, you're acting like her. Don't be. Be yourself. Be what you can be.

Clio: But I can't be...you.

Edra: Me? What's this got to do...

Clio: You're little Miss perfect. You went out there with three of the best, you hung with them amazingly well. You...you made me proud. You made Dad proud. Me...well, I don't know.

Edra: Yin and Yang, remember? We compliment each other. We need to start working together again. Focusing on one opponent, one team. We've pissed off just about everyone. Remember what your friend Moose said, you can't fight a battle on all fronts. Now we need to just lay back for a little bit and see what happens.

Clio: Yeah, Jack. I miss him. And he's right. We don't have a prayer right now against LD and Stank. So we're screwed.

Edra: Not necessarily. It just takes time. And you're so much more devious than I am. We'll need that. We just have to work together. Anyway, that stunt that we pulled on Firewoman wouldn't have worked nearly as well if you hadn't … distracted her.

Clio: Yeah. You know what, it wasn't nearly as much fun as I remembered. Maybe I've finally...moved on.

Edra: That's good, although Sunny won't even talk to you now.

Clio: Oh, it's not Sunny. She's just...comfort. Or was.

Edra: Well, don't worry, someone will come along.

Clio: I hope they have. But right now they don't even know I exist.

Edra: Look, let's get some rest. I know what we really need.

Clio: Friends again?

Edra: Forever and a day, sis!

(The sisters head back to the table and grab their food and head for their rooms as we fade to the next morning...)



(Edra and Clio are standing overlooking the sports pavilion as the sun rises. As the sun fully breaks the horizon the sisters hold each others hands and raise them above their heads. For the first time in a long time the two twins look serene and at peace with each other and with their loved ones. As the sun rises higher in the sky they hold each other closely. They sit on the edge of the building and hold each other's hands.)

Edra: I think we needed that.

Clio: More than you know. I think that we need to start doing this again.

Edra: So, who do you think Mai got for a partner?

Clio: Duh, it's Stan of course.

Edra: Maybe not. He said she's on track for another title, maybe the Intercontinental.

Clio: Well, whoever it is, let's just get to work. Maybe it'll be your friend Danny.

Edra: He's not my friend. That's never gonna happen. Much as I like him. I hurt him.

Clio: Good. Maybe we can hurt those barmaid bitches.

Edra: Oh, I got some payback against Spencer, get over it. They're not worth our sweat.

Clio: Damn straight. Let's hurt some boys.

Edra: Oh, we need to write an apology note to Donovan Viper, too. He's not, you know.

Clio: Whatever. We going to the parade with LD's Momma?

(The twins climb down from their perch as we...)

FADE

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ABFD - Outdamnstandener than Hell, Justin! You done tookified one half of our Tag Team World Buckles from that Stankin Mann!

JS - You mean the DDT Championship belt!

ABFD - Uh... the whatsit now?

JS - I gotta admit, the boss is the toughest opponent I've ever had to beat.

ABFD - You was fightin that ol Big Boss Man from Cobb County? Hell, I thought he was dead.

JS - What?

ABFD - Huh?

JS - I've never been to Cobb County.

ABFD - Why? Is we banned from there?

JS - We are BANNED from EVERYWHERE!

Stank peeks around a corner and observes the exchange between Justin Sane and Awesome Bill. Justin is wearing Stank's half of the World Tag Team Championship Belts, and sharing a good laugh with Awesome Bill. There are no signs of the rest of their party, Ellie Mae, Drunkey & Drunkette which is fine by Stank as he waits for the right moment to get his belt back. Awesome Bill excuses himself and leaves Justin Sane alone. Stank is just about to round the corner and attack when there is a tap on his shoulder. Stank whirls around and confronts the person... it's Justin Sane!

Stank - WHAT? How did you-!

JS - DOUUUUGHAAWK!

For the second time this week Stank is struck by the dreaded Doughawk! Justin Sane covers and hooks both legs.

JS - ONE, TWO, THREE! Your winner and STIIIIIILLLLLL DDT IRON M-PERSON HEAVY METAL CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOORRRRLD... JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIN SAAAAAAANNNNNE!

Justin hops to his feet and runs off still wearing Stank's tag team belt. Stank lies on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, as LD Williams walks up with his smartphone in hand, recording video of the entire incident.

Stank - I'm going to murder that little shit.

LDW - I'm going to upload this to my Facebook.

Fade

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Firewoman is sitting in the Darling Luxury Suites, trying to stay awake, but kind of failing. Suddenly she snaps awake and looks around.

FW: Lucky? LUCKY?

When there is no answer, a frown creeps onto her face, and she quickly leaves the suites and heads down the Hall of You Should Have Known This Was Coming. It's just to the left of the Hallway of Random Encounters. Anyway, she rounds the corner to see Lucky stumbling from the loading dock. She heads his direction, her frown turning to concern, but then sees Ghosthead leave after him. She turns on a dime in both her trajectory and her mood, and follows him, quickly closing the distance. At the moment Jared gets to the door of his locker room, he hears sometihng and turns but it's kind of too late. Despite the size difference, Fire's speed and stealthiness gives her an advantage and about the time Jared has turned around and realized who it is and what is coming, Fire has landed her first punch and bloodied his nose considerably. The white shirt he's wearing is probably ruined now. Fire chambers her other arm for another but stops and holds her hand out.

FW: Give it to me.

JM: OW......if this is--

FW: The first punch was for attacking my valet...AGAIN.

JM: I didn't...it was the neck--

FW: And if you don't give it back, I'm prepared to take it.

Ghosthead smiles as blood oozes down his face. He holds it out as Fire grabs it.

GH: As you wish, my queen.

Fire snatches it from him.

FW: Go back to the depths from which you came. You are nothing more than a shadow of your former self, and you're not needed here.

GH: Are you commanding me?

Firewoman puts the necklace on and seems much taller than she actually is.

FW: You know the answer to that.

Firewoman turns to walk away. Ghosthead starts to follow her. Without turning around...

FW: You follow at your own peril. You know this.

This does stop Ghosthead for a bit, and before we can see if he decides to risk it, Shannon comes out, sees the blood, and insists on getting him leaned up. Ghosthead...Jared...Nakrit...whichever it is, there's a struggle internally, before someone finally relents and allows Shannon to take him into their room.

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Ghosthead stands by the sink, bends down, and flushes blood from his face. Shannon stands behind him with her arms crossed.

S - What was that about?

Ghost - She thinks I attacked Lucky Lopez.

S - Gutierrez.

Ghost - What?

S - His name is Lucky Gutierrez... you're thinking of the guy you took out in New York.

Ghost - Oh... quite right.

S - Is she resisting?

Ghosthead stands and tilts his head back sniffing hard. He then inspects his face in the mirror for damage.

Ghost - No... if anything Ix Chel has taken hold. The necklace doesn't matter at this point... but,

S - ...But what?

Ghosthead turns and walks out of the restroom pinching his nose after satisfying himself that it isn't broken. He sits in a nearby chair.

Ghost - I'm curious as to what Mr. Gutierrez would have found... comparing his notes to what you and I have already discovered.

S - Did Ix Chel's pendant affect him?

Ghost - Yes... he kept seeing different visions of me... one vision had him truly terrified. I wish I could have seen it.

S - You probably have.

Ghost -

S -

Ghost - I want you to give Mr. Guitierrez Losna's penadant.

S - I was going to mail it back to Rachel.

Ghost - That is a lost cause. The fact that MsChif could give it away so easily is telling. We're not supposed to have it anyway. Let the tide carry it where it may after Lucky has studied it to his satisfaction.

S - I will do as you ask.

Ghost - The coming battle will mark a shift in direction. I must meditate on this. Lionheart and...

S - The boy.

Ghost - Do not call him that again. That is Poe's title for him. You and I know better.

S - He is a fool.

Ghost - No... he is merely blind to the way of things surrounding him. Soon he too will know.... just like everyone else.

Fade

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(Edra and Clio are walking back to their suite after their morning workout when they pass Mai Muyo.)

Edra: MAI! How are you?

Mai: Oh, Hi Edra, Hi....Clio.

Clio: Calm down, Mai. I need to apologize for that business with Kate.

Mai: You do?

Clio: Yep. I was wrong. It was petty, small minded, and totally unnecessary. I sincerely apologize.

Mai: (Turning to Edra) Is she OK?

Clio: I know, I understand. I'm...I'm trying really hard to turn over a new leaf. My dad was right. I'm never going to succeed by being sneaky and underhanded that way. I've got to be more thoughtful and straightforward.

Mai: (Looking at Clio intensely.) OK...

Clio: And Folz was right. You should have knocked me into next Thursday after I pulled that stunt on you and Kate. But the difference between how I see it and how Folz sees it is not that you were in the middle of a pity party. It's just that you've been adrift, and, well, losing two people close to you like Stan and Fire, well, that had to be hard. But now, they're both back, and you should feel better.

Mai: Oh, I do. Friends are important. But there's an old saying. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Clio: I understand. Truce?

Mai: For now. Good luck.

(Mai extends a hand and Clio takes it)

Clio: No luck needed. Our faith will finally get us through.

Mai: God love you and keep you, Clio Neal.

Clio: And you as well, friend Mai.

(Mai skips off on her way, and Edra casts a wary eye at her sister as they start walking toward their suite.)

Edra: Just what are you up to?

Clio: You and Dad said I needed to make amends. I just did. Whatever happens Wednesday Night is on a clean slate.

Edra: Uh-huh. Sure.

Clio: (Smiling a sweet smile that would melt most anyone's heart) Trust me?

Edra: (Smirking) Not on a bet,

Clio: (Pouty face) Fine, don't believe me.

Edra: Fool me once...Ember...

Clio: (smacking her sister on the arm) Asshole. OK, I get it. Fine. Let's get a shower and some lunch. Then...gauntlet practice...

Edra: Cool.

(The twins enter their suite as we...)

FADE

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<Cut to GM Selena's suite where the ringing phone wakes her out of a dead sleep. She fumbles around for the phone and finally answers>

GMS: wha........what? Who is.......who? Oh........why are you calling me from Dayton at six am?..........yes I know it is not six am THERE...........the what?.........what is a PHWF?...........uh huh..........ok............and this concerns me HOW?..........you what?...........wait........you want me to fly to Dayton..........you DO know I am in BUCHAREST half the world away........yes I know.......yes......why do you need ME?..........seriously? You can't sort that out and then tell me?............FINE......when do I........TWO HOURS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?.........FINE!.........wait.......who is going to run this place........who.......OMAR?.......are you serious?........when? This afternoon? That is not going to sit well with some people..........<sighs> fine, I am on my way.

<Selena hangs up and is clearly annoyed>

GMS: CHUCKLES! CHUCKLES GET IN HERE!

<a sleepy clown walks into the room> Juh?

GMS: Get my stuff together, I have to fly into Dayton

Chuckles: Juh?

GMS: Something about a scewjob in Asheville......wherever the hell THAT is, and now the OVOOWF is not ours......I don't know.......anyway MOVE! PRONTO!

Chuckles: Juh........Juh Juh?

GMS: Omar. He will take over until I get back.......now GO!

Chuckles: Juh

<he runs off and starts gathering things, Selena gets up and starts getting things together, and we fade>

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Bridgette are aboard their Tour Bus, heading to Bucharest. Chad is playing the brand new OOWF Road to Hell on Earth video game (Now available at oowfshop.com!) and Zane appears to be asleep. Bridgette is on her laptop, then shuts it quickly, drawing the guys' attention ~~~

Bridgette: This is bad.

Chad: What?

Zane: Go on...

Bridgette: We, we had a few more appearances scheduled at house shows on this European Tour. As of last night, LJ Bennett controls the OVOOWF.

Chad: WHAT?!?!?!?!

Zane: Bennett? That snake!

Bridgette: I had been talking with Rick's main booker, John Roberts about getting you guys in the ring here and there

Chad: You were? Why?

Bridgette: I thought it might help you guys kick this funk you've been in.

Zane: Good idea. I knew I liked you for a reason.

Bridgette: ..Aaaaaany way, I'm not sure that's such a good idea anymore.

Zane: Why?

Chad: Bennett doesn't scare me.

Bridgette: It's not Bennett I'm worried about. Its him having an entire roster of PHWF guys who will pretty much do whatever he wants.

Zane: It's not like we have a contract with him. Our appearances are always one-offs. I think we could use the extra work.

Chad: besides, I heard he signed Los Tacos Grandes. If El Gran Taco II & III are the type of guys he has doing his bidding, I think we'll be alright.

Bridgette: I'll make a few calls. Not sure who'll be handling the bookings now.

Chad: Probably Grunt.

Bridgette: He'd probably be easier to deal with than whoever it really is.

Zane: Please do. We need to be on top of our game when we get another crack at our Championships.

Chad: Yeah, this "Our World" stuff is pissing me off. Plus we never got a fair rematch.

Zane: True. but remember, once we get that match, we have an ace in the hole.

Chad: (Grinning) Ohhh yeah. I remember.

Bridgette: Don't get too cocky boys. There are still The Darlings and Neals to deal with.

Zane: Alex and Alexis aren't a real problem. They'll be a real challenge in the ring, but outside the ring won't make things worse. Clio & Edra on the other hand,

Chad: They need to get the butt whuppin there daddy never gave them.

Zane: Agreed. They need to learn the lesson that there are consequences to their actions. I have an idea...

~~~ Fade ~~~

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~~~ We see Davin, Sam & Mickie walking from catering and heading back to the Moreland Compound. Mickie carrying a pretty worn out looking OOWF Stuffing Beating Buddy Firewoman doll. (Still Available at oowfshop.com!) And Sam and Davin holding hands. they walk past some carts, and we see Ricky Soaring Eagle step out from behind one as they pass him. Ricky talks quietly and seemingly to himself ~~~

Ricky: Not at all what he seems is he? Arrogant. Brash. Condescending. And yet, a man with a family, values and responsibility. Two personalities that usually don't reside in the same soul.

Davin you are someone I should respect. Not for your accomplishments or achievements, but for your "Fuck anyone who doesn't like me" attitude. My kind of thinking. I should respect that.

But I don't.

~~~ And with that he rushes up and clocks Davin in the back fo the head with the Tire Iron. Sam gets knocked to the ground, and is quick to crawl over and grab Mickie out of harm's way.

Ricky blasts Davin in the head with the tire iron a few more times, then kicks away Mickie's stuffed Firewoman doll. He rolls Davin on his back and stands on Davin's throat with one foot and kicks him in the ribs with the other. Sam looks like she wants to intervene, but one scowl from Ricky puts an end to that kind of thought. She scoops Mickie up and runs off to get help. Ricky looks down as Davin struggles to breathe ~~~

Ricky: Run your mouth now old man. You strut around here like your shit doesn't stink. I have news for you. EVERYONE'S shit stinks. You can be taken down with the rest of them, as will anyone who gets in my way.

This is the Year of the Eagle. And I will fulfill that destiny by becoming World Champion. You are just in my way.

~~~ With that last word, he stomps on Davin's throat with all his might, and Davin passes out. Ricky quietly opens a door and vanishes as medics and OOfficials turn the corner to tend to Davin. ~~~

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(It's another day of Gauntlet work for Edra and Clio. They are working through the jobbers coming at them two at a time and working almost methodically, mechanically, emotionlessly. As Clio and Edra dispatch a pair of jobbers and the next pair comes in, Clio catches something out of the corner of her eye, as if she saw something, someone familiar, but by the time she turns, she sees nothing. The distraction is the opening the jobber seeks as he plows into Clio with a sharp elbow to the face that bloodies Clio's nose and knocks her down. As the blood trickles down her face, a change in mood washes over Clio as she goes from methodical to maniacal as she flips the jobber over and begins disassembling the jobber and picks him up hitting the C4! Not content with knocking the jobber out she climbs back on top and begins hurling strikes at the nearly unconscious man. Edra has disposed of her jobber and looks up to see all eyes on her sister. She realizes what is happening and pulls her sister off. There is a fury and anger in her eyes, yet a sick smile on her face. Silently Edra waves off the jobbers to indicate that there will be no more practice now. Medics flood the ring to take care of the badly injured jobber. Edra drags Clio, still in a daze but with the anger in her eyes and sick smile on her face, back to their suite. Edra goes to the bathroom and takes a cold damp cloth and begins cleaning up her sister as they talk.)

Edra: (Quietly) Sis, are you OK?

Clio: He was here.

Edra: Who?

Clio: You know.

Edra: He's in Japan, remember?

Clio: NO! He's here. I saw him … last week in Minsk.

Edra: That was two weeks ago, and you know he stopped by to talk to Stank and LD.

Clio: The tides are shifting. There's a change in the force.

Edra: You've been watching too many Firewoman promos..

Clio: (Standing up and shoving her sister) SHUT UP! Never mention her name to me again. I am NOT Firewoman, I am NOTHING like her, and I swear if you call me Ember again....

Edra: (Getting face to face with Clio) If I do, Sis, then what?

Clio: Then one of us will be getting an....attitude adjustment. Are we clear?

Edra: You don't intimidate me. I'm every bit as good as you.

Clio: Don't make me try it.

Edra: Look, you promised to try doing this the right way. Are you going to back down so easily, just because one guy got in a lucky blow.

Clio: It wasn't....Look, I know I said we'd do this your way...but...

Edra: No buts. We do it or we don't. Now, do you want to win those titles and take Dad's money? Or do you want these others to end up with it?

Clio: (Hesitates, then frustrated but resigned) FINE! We try it your way. For now.

Edra: (Smiling) That's my sister. You know we can do this the right way. Just remember, control. Maybe we need some Focus room time later.

Clio: Maybe that would...(Clio pauses)

Edra: Sis? Sis? Yo Sis?

Clio: Yes, some Focus room time is exactly what we need. Sure. But first, some dinner.

Edra: You've got it, Sis. Let's get changed. See you in a minute.

(Edra and Clio walk into their rooms to change, as we hear Clio say)

Clio: Yes, changed. Change is important.

(Clio smirks and closes the door as we....)

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~~~ Another day, another Gauntlet workout for the Neal twins. They dispatch they fist pair in record time, then go to work on the second. They go a little more methodical here, really tearing the local workers apart. Clio catches one of them climbing to the top rope and scrambles up behind him and hits a backstabber from the turnbuckles. Edra circles around and catches the guy with a bulldog, and they wait for him to get back to his feet for the Double Elimination. They hit it and pop up quickly to nail his partner with one as well.
The next set of jobbers come in and the girls go right at them. All goes smoothly at first, as the masked jobbers seem to offer little resistance. They hit a couple of nice double team combinations on one, then toss him into the corner and begin dealing with the partner. they start in on him, then suddenly, thier moves seem to have little effect. Clio gets visibly upset and gets more vicious with her attack, but the jobber just shrugs it off. He dodges a blow and turns it into a black hole slam. Edra come in, and eats a big boot, then gets border tossed over the ropes. Clio gets to her feet when the other jobber slides back in the ring behind her. She senses him there and goes about elbowing him, but he is ready and traps her elbow in a chickenwing, then snaps off a suplex in one fluid motion. Clio goes tumbling to the mat. Edra gets to her feet on the floor in time to see the masked jobbers hit a double dropkick that sends Clio tumbling into her sister. While the girls regroup on the outside and the jobbers pull off their masks. Chad Madison and Zane Myers look down upon them with serious looks on their faces. ~~~

Clio: You! What the hell are you doing?

Chad: Getting in a light workout.

Edra: If you know what's good for you you'll get out of here while you still can.

Zane: Sucks when people interfere in your business, doesn't it? Pisses you off? Makes you angry?

Clio: You're damn right.

Zane: Good. Then do yourselves a favor. Stay out of ours.

Chad: Actions have consequences. You cost us not only our Championships, but a chance at getting them back.

Clio: Just like I said we would.

Zane: Fine. You win. Feel better? I didn't think so. The fact remains you stuck your nose where it doesn't belong. Do it again, and it just might get cut off.

Edra: Oh, so now you're going to make threats?

Chad: No, a guarantee. They call us The Measuring Sticks. Mess with us again, and you'll find out about one of our previous nicknames, The Division Killers. And we'll start. With. You

~~~ Chad and Zane slide out of the ring, have a brief stare down with Clio & Edra, and leave the twins fuming as we fade ~~~

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The door to GM Selena's office slowly opens with a creeking sound. Chuckles the Clown looks up from the couch in terror.

CtC: Juh?

The camera pans to the door and (temporary) GM Poe is standing in the doorway. Poe slowly walks past Chuckles, seemingly ignoring him. He walks behind Selena's desk, looking at it. He sees the paperwork she was finishing up when she hastily left. He sees her half-finished Coke. He then looks at a picture of the two of them with her sitting on his lap at what looks like their wedding. He smiles slightly.

CtC: Juh! Juh juh.

Poe finally looks at Chuckles. He motions with his finger for Chuckles to approach him. Chuckles slowly approaches Poe. And once he's close enough...

CRUCIFIX BOMB ON THE DESK!

Chuckles bounces off the hard desk and to the floor. Poe catches the picture before it falls off. He looks at it closely, stroking the glass. He then slowly sits it back on the desk. He then finally looks to the camera.

(t)GMP: Business as usual. Cross me? Well... I'm not as nice as my Beloved. Namaste.

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(Clio and Edra burst in to the suites from their workout that was so RUDELY interrupted by Texpress. Clio continues to fume while Edra just smiles.)

Clio: Fucking cowboys should know better...trying to poke us with their measuring sticks...we oughta...WHAT?

(Edra just stands there smirking at her sister)

Clio: Don't tell me, it's my fault, I'm to blame.

Edra: You don't get it, do you?

Clio: Apparently not, but I guess you're gonna tell me.

Edra: It means the sexist pig and his big buddy are looking at us and not their opponents this week. That's a mistake.

Clio: Oh?

Edra: Mila found this guy in Siberia. Bigger than Zane. Look.

(Edra shows Clio the scouting report on her tablet.)

Clio: Wow. Big guy!

Edra: The Measuring Sticks are really starting to piss me off, but I'd just love to see them get their asses handed to them by these two.

Clio: Well, even if they don't, a guy at 6-7 450 will do some serious damage.

Edra: Let us hope. But this is why we don't go poking our heads in other people's business. See?

Clio: Fuck the Texans. Chad's a better candidate for an STD long than Mary Lou ever was. (Clio covers her mouth) Oh, I mean..

(Edra stares at her sister)

Clio: I forgot I wasn't supposed to talk about her any more. I'm sorry.

Edra: You're just asking for it, you know.

Clio: Sorry. Dinner?

Edra: Get cleaned up and let's get a salad. Then we can figure out who Mai's got as a partner.

Clio: The Romanian Rebel? Or maybe the Bucharest Bomber?

Edra: Please....

(Edra and Clio go into their rooms to change as we....)

[b[FADE[/b]

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<a clearly exhausted GM Selena is standing at the podium of a press conference. To her right sit LJ Bennett, Nate Corbitt and Ember Blackpool. To her left sit Rick Scaia, several members of the OOWF Board of Directors, and Carl From Fresno. Selena clears her throat and speaks>

GMS: Ladies and gentlemen thank you for coming here today. As you know there was some controversy stemming from the result of the PHWF event held in Asheville, North Carolina this past Friday.

The match in question was a War Games match between teams representing the Ohio Valley Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation, and Puns House Wrestling Federation. The agreement between the two parties was such that the team declared the winner, would subsequently take control of the losing federation.

Due to some unforeseen actions, the agreed upon ending did not happen as planned, and Puns House Wrestling Federation was declared the winner. Now, normally in the world of professional wrestling, this would be seen as simply an error and the agreed-upon merger would result regardless of the decision.

However, in this case, the contract was specifically worded to state that the referee in question’s final decision would be legally binding regardless of what the outcome should have been.

<LJ Bennett seems very amused>

The OOWF, being the parent company of the OVOOWF, feels it would be well within their rights to fight this decision in a long protracted legal battle. However, after several days of negotiations, we have what we feel is a reasonable compromise.

It has long been known that the OVOOWF has been considering a move from Dayton, Ohio. Due to neglect from the local television markets, and as a result, declining fan interest, we felt that it was time to make a wholesale change for our developmental league.

That is why, as of today, the Ohio Valley Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation is no longer a viable entity, and it will be merged with Puns House Wrestling Federation, based in Asheville, North Carolina. All contracted wrestlers for the OVOOWF will have their contracts honored just the same, they will now be part of the PHWF instead. In addition, all contracts signed by PHWF employees, will now be honored for the duration of their terms, by the OOWF.

In addition to the move of our developmental league, the OOWF is also giving notice of the relocation of their main headquarters from Dayton, Ohio also to Asheville, North Carolina. That move will take significantly longer, but it is expected to be complete by no later than June 30, 2013.

As for those involved in the events of November 30, Mr. Corbitt will remain on as head match maker and owner of the PHWF. Mr. LJ Bennett has had his stake in the PHWF bought out by the OOWF, and has agreed to a no-compete clause that bans his involvement in professional wrestling – at any level – in North America for the span of 365 days. Mr. Scaia has been removed as matchmaker for the OVOOWF, and has accepted a position with the Board of Directors in the OOWF, and will also fill a role as a talent scout.

We will now open the floor to questions:

Reporter: <to GM Selena> Will the PHWF world champion have equal footing with the OOWF world heavyweight champion?

GMS: No. The PHWF is seen as our developmental territory. New wrestlers will work there to get the training they need to succeed, wrestlers coming off injury will rehab there before being called up to the main roster. It works much the same as baseball minor leagues. That is not to diminish the abilities of Mr. Blackpool in any way, but his tile is not on par with the OOWF World Heavyweight Title.

Reporter: <to LJ Bennett> Was this your plan all along? Is this revenge for losing the Civil War?

LJB: Why, no, I can’t say THIS was my plan all along, but this is certainly a nice outcome that has made me an even wealthier man. When I was asked to back the PHWF, I knew what Mr. Scaia was doing in Ohio, and I knew how easily he could be goaded into a confrontation. That was all it was initially supposed to be, a good selling point for a match, but once I saw the wording of the contract, I knew I could use it to my advantage

Reporter: Mr. Corbitt, were you aware of Mr. Bennett’s plan?

NC: No, I knew how the match was supposed to go down, but I didn’t know that that would be ultimately changed. I deeply regret that we got to this end by those means, but I can’t say I am a bit disappointed to have backing of a global entity such as the OOWF

Reporter: Mrs. Al-Tikriti, will any of the wrestlers from the PHWF roster be joining the OOWF on tour?

GMS: Yes, The Draculs, Vermonsters, The Saint, Xavier and Layne Cobain left yesterday afternoon to meet up with the main roster in Romania

Reporter: <to GM the Rick> How do you feel about all this? We know you were not happy when you were demoted from General Manager of the OOWF to the General Manager of the OVOOWF, this can’t sit well with you

GMR: <taking a moment> I can’t say I am happy about it. Bennett is a snake, but I have agreed to keep my thoughts on him private as part of our agreement. I will do the best I can serving on the OOWF Board of Directors, and I think the travel and freedom that comes with being a talent scout will do me some good.

Reporter: <to Carl From Fresno> Is it disappointing knowing that you lost your title and were not pinned for it?

CFF: I knew the rules going into the match. I knew there was a chance I would lose, we were not given specifics of the outcome or what was planned going forward…….which I would later learn was an OVOOWF win and absorption of the PHWF. As it stands now…….I lost my title without being pinned. I can only hope I, along with the Vermonsters and British Canadian Bulldog, get a rematch for our titles

Reporter: <to Nate Corbitt> - How is Mr. Bulldog?

NC: He suffered a broken arm prior to the show on the 30th. He will be out of action a minimum of six weeks, but is expected to make a full recovery. At that time, he will face Vlad Dracul, or whoever holds the PHWF World Television title, for his rematch.

Reporter: What about Mr. Cobain?

NC: Mr. Cobain will also get title shot consideration

Reporter: <to Ember Blackpool> Will you give Carl From Fresno the rematch?

EB: Who they put in the ring with me is not my concern. If they decide to make Carl my opponent, then he will suffer just as the others have. It’s all the same to me.

Reporter: <to GM Selena> How long will you be staying here in the States?

GMS: <looking at her watch> I have a flight back to Romania in two hours……so if that is all…….thank you for coming.

<fade>

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*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: So once again, the powers that be have tried to fuck with my head, and are giving me not one, but two people to face that have some ties to that bitch Firewoman. Firstly, Ghosthead, I don’t know whether you were trying to take out Fire with that Black Mist of yours at November Pain, or if you were intentionally trying to hit me, I don’t know. What I do know, though, is that it’s because of you that I no longer have the OOWF World Title. So intentional or not, you’re got a target on your back, and I’m not gonna quit coming after you until I get my title back. And all of that voodoo bullshit of yours isn’t gonna do anything to deter me from that.

And of course, there’s Alexander. Nobody else in this business is any closer to Fire than you are, bitch-boy. Fire wants to humiliate me the way that she has, that’s fine, that’s all well and good. She seems to forget, though, that simple rule, that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. So if I can’t go after her for the time being, I’ll simply take out anyone that has anything to do with her. Alex, Alexis, Davin, Danny, Opus, I don’t care. If they have a connection to Fire and a pulse, I’m coming after them. And I’m not stopping until I get her in a one-on-one match. Nobody fucks me over, you hear me?! Nobody.

*fade to black*

[wyattcox]

*Bucharest Arena*

A pre-Mayhem dark show is taking place as the members of the newly merged PHWF are getting some work in. A match between the Vermonsters and the Romanian Rebels has just finished and they're exiting the ringside area when the lights in the arena go off. It's total darkness when a blue spotlight illuminates the entrance and we hear the first notes of the instrumental "Sail" as the Darlings appear from backstage. Alexis in a Phoenix Rising hoodie over her DEA jersey and Alex in a Boardwalk Saints hoodie over his DEA jersey. They pose at the top as they slowly and methodically make their way down the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and crawling across the ring. Both grab microphones as they make their way back to a corner. They make their way up to the same corner and sit straddling the ropes. Lexie taps the microphone first...

Lexie: LD Williams. Self-claimed best wrestler in OOWF history. Current OOWF Tag Team champ. Accolades out the ass. Has held titles longer than anyone in the history of the OOWF and it's not even close. And if you didn't know, we all live and wrestle in his world. And me, well, I'm just the manipulative bitch who doesn't deserve to be here. I'm only here because I lied, cheated, and slept my way to the top. I clearly can not compete with someone on the level of LD Williams. So why bother, right?

Oh wait, that's right because I'm more than you want to believe I am. I've taken your partner to the limit LD and it's not a fight he wants to repeat. I've been to hell with a man you consider brother and I'm the one still in this company, he isn't. I was trained and forged by the best and most vicious minds in this business. Not just to be a great woman's wrestler but to be a great wrestler period. I know the tricks. I know the dirty tactics and I am more than prepared to use them. But here's the thing LD. I don't have to beat you. You're the big, bad, mighty LD Williams and I'm the other Darling. I have absolutely nothing to lose right now and you, well you have everything to lose. Losing to a second-rate Darling. What would losing to Lexie Darling to that big legacy and aura you've created do? Because when I beat you, and I will beat you Williams, then you're going to have to admit something...if you're not as good as the second-rate Darling...how can you even try to compete with the best this family has to offer. And it's not like your current partner can do anything about because well, we've already proven Darlings are better than Manns, isn't that right brother dear?

Alexander: Oh you could not be more right sister Darling. Jared or Lucas...it doesn't matter to me. Stank or Ghosthead...all the same. Death Knell or Legend...been there and done that. Here's the facts; Lexie and I are going to be the tag team champions sooner rather than later, but this week is a bit more personal. I'm done with the games Ghost. Fire can be your goddess, she's been enough peoples but the fact is she is my wife and she is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. You can not and will not take either of those things from her and therefore it's just a matter of time before you accept your place in the grand scheme of things. That place on Wednesday night will be inferior to me.

And Evans, we've stayed out of each other's way for a long time now but you continue to want to poke. Because here's the truth for you Cubbie; flat-out I am just better than you. I've proven it on multiple occassions and you just don't even register on my radar. It would be in your best interest to not register at Mayhem. If I forget you're there, I won't have to show you and show the world just how much of a paper champion you were. The issues on Wednesday do not concern you; do not interfere in business you have no part of Evans.

Because if you do, I'll have to once again prove a simple fact; I am Alexander Darling, and well, you're just not.

Lexie: Booyah, bitches!

Alexander: *In a whisper* Namaste

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

We are behind the OOWF arena, and we see Drunkey and Drunkette eating what we will all assume is not GM Selena's prize winning petunias. The camera pans over and we see Awesome Bill from Dawesonville and Justin Sane standing and admiring the OOWF Tag Team Championship Belt that Justin is wearing.

ABFD: Hot Damn boy! It's great that you got one half of our DDT belts back.

Justin: Yeah, I'm not sure when this belt became a duos title, but I'll take it.

The two go for a high five, miss spectacularly, and nearly fall on there faces. Bill catches himself and starts to K-rate chop the air fending off unseen opponents. Justin meanwhile stumbles into
Drunkey and Drunkette causing all of them to tumble into an old school Warner Bros style dust cloud mess up. When it clears Drunkette somehow has Justin frantically tapping to a crossface chicken wing. Drunkey lets out a loud hee haw, and that counts as a submission, so Drunkette let's Justin go. He stumbles back over to Bill who has finished his K-rate.

ABFD: Seriously good boy, what happens when you face old Stankie-Mann this week.

Justin: Aww, I'm not worried. The boss is tough, but he's not such a bad guy. Did you know him and LD's Momma once took me to see a parade?

ABFD: That's outdamnstander than hell son. Yet, he might accidentally kill you. What then.

Justin pauses seriously considering this.

Justin: (slowly) Then I will die....and come back....as a SHARK DRACULA!

Both Justin and Bill look terrified at this.

Justin: Bill, I don't want to be a Shark Dracula! What are we gonna do?

Bill: (thinking heavily, you can tell because of the smell of diesel fuel......or maybe that's just the PCPL) Well, I guess we need to dunk you in a vat of Scampi sauce.

Justin: Why?

Bill: Well, Draculas hate Garlic, and Sharks hate Shrimp, and Scampi sauce is garlic butter for shrimp so.....

Justin: That's genius. (Justin gets completely solemn) Bill, you may be the smartest person I know.

Bill: Well hell son, I did complete the Sixth whole grade.

Bill and Justin strike a pose as a "The more you know" logo flashes in the background. Why? BGFYTW. Then they run off screen screaming for Ellie.

FADE