Midweek Mayhem (02/06) Live from Pamplona, Spain

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem: OOWF Invitational Sweet 16
Live from Pamplona, Spain
Wednesday, February 6th 2013


OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Power & Glory (c) vs. Phoenix Rising

Ecosystem vs. Stank
Justin Sane vs. Comrade Sharkoff


OOWF Invitational Sweet 16
"The Canadian Nightmare" Jeremy Punswick vs. Chad Madison
"Dynamite" Danny Taylor vs. DK Murphy

Mai Muyo vs. Alexis Darling
Moosehead Jack vs. Ghosthead

The Kai vs. Amazing Jos
Chris Evans vs. Stan "Crusher" Fulton

Rabbit Mask vs. LD Williams
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Matt Folz


Card subject to lemmings

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(Edra and Clio have cleaned up after the event and getting ready to head out to the plane when Sunny comes in looking pissed.)

Sunny: Ladies, we have a problem.

Edra:: What?

Sunny: Next week, your first title defense.

Clio: What, the Darlings? Stank and LD?

Sunny: Worse. Phoenix Rising.

(The twins jaws drop. They turn and face each other, and their shock turns into a pair of twisted grins.)

Clio: Perfect. Just what we want.

Edra:: Excellent. Couldn't be better.

Sunny: But...

Edra:: Good night, INCy. We have to talk.

Clio: (Picking up a baseball bat) Alone. Now

(INCy backs out quickly as we...)


FADE

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*Darling Locker Room*

Alex has been in the locker room since the show ended and he saved Fire from the Power & Glory attack but his mind is on the television screen in front of him. A television screen that is currently paused on Jeremy Punswick holding Alex straight up in the air. Alex hits a button on the remote and the move finishes as Punswick drops Alex right on the top of his head and the ref makes the academic three-count. Rewind, replay, rinse, repeat and that's what Alex does for the next few moments before he feels two figures take a seat on opposite sides of him. He looks to his left and sees Firewoman, to the right is Alexis.

Alexander: What?

Lexie & Fire: ...

Alexander: Am I not allowed to wallow for even a minute?

L & F: ...

Alexander: Okay, maybe it's my fault that I thought I could just get by on my talent.

L & F: *shrugs*

Alexander: Stop that. It creeps me out when you two are in perfect unison.

Firewoman: Fine. Then watch the tape 5 more times. Realize that there may just be people out there as good or even better than you on some nights, then join your sister and I as we take in the night life of Portugal.

Fire gets up and heads into the bedroom to get ready for the night.
Alexander: I'm not finished, am I?

Lexie looks at Alex like he's lost his damn mind...

Right, then what happened?

Lexie: He was more ready for this match than you. He had you scouted beyond belief and knew everything you were going to utilize. And the truth...he wanted it more. You had no interest in winning this tournament this year. Your wife is the World Champion and if you win this and get put against her in the ring, you're afraid that the violent history you two have may just reignite.

Alexander: I don't...This hasn't been a good week here for me. Or us. About Sunday...

Lexie: Brother dear...stop. This isn't anyone else you're talking to. You didn't lose Sunday. We did because we lose as a team. And we win as a team. And we'll win together again. But it might be a while.

Alexander: Why's that?

Lexie: Because unlike you, I don't have any hangups about challenging the current champion. I want...no I NEED this to show everyone here that I'm not just your sister. I NEED to prove myself as a legitimate singles threat here. Dillon was just first. Mai's next. And then after that...well, I'll cross that bridge when it gets here.

Alexander: So, I'm not washed up?

Lexie: No buttmunch.

Alexander: I don't need to walk off into the sunset?

Lexie: Stop being an idiot. Besides even if you tried that, you know Moose would just follow you and say mean things.

Alexander: *finally smiling* Thanks sister darling. Let's get ready to show Portuagl why we're the Darlings.

Lexie: And they're just not.

From offscreen...Firewoman: Ooh, this one sparkles.

*Fade*

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*Drink & Destroy are partying in the Destroyitarium*

SFJ 33: DK Murphy, you have to face Dangerous Danny Taylor!

DKM: I am honored. Anytime I get to wrestle against Danny or The Kai, I get to learn more about my craft!

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While Alexander is finally done moping and getting ready to go out, Lucky delivers the run down for next week.

FW: Goddammit!

LD: What?

Firewoman is STORMING~! down the hall and goes to Selena's office and barges in, knocking Chuckles down and against the wall.

FW: What the FUCK, Selena?

GMtSa-T: Oh good, a Firewoman rampage. It must be a day ending in a Y. What is this one about?

FW: Next week's card! Why am I not defending my title?

GMtSa-T: Because the thought of the two of you against Power and Glory amuses me. Besides, Alex is all pouty over his loss, so he can get a chance to get his tag team belts--

FW: Championships!

GMtSa-T: WHATEVER!

FW: Selena....I have TOLD you...I WANT to defend my championships EVERY WEEK.

GMtSa-T: But then it doesn't MEAN anything when you do.

FW: IT ALWAYS MEANS SOMETHING! *Firewoman starts pacing, agitated...crazy...* Dammit, this...THIS is why you need a commissioner again, someone who actually UNDERSTANDS this business and doesn't see it as some playground for RANDOM MAYHEM. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING?

GMtSa-T: Because Random Mayhem is an awesome name for a match stipulation.

FW: .....

GMtSa-T: OKay, fine....Who do you want.

FW: Anyone...lots of people deserve it. Crusher, Kai...Matt Folz has been BEGGING for it--he thinks I'M DUCKING HIM.

GMtSa-T: Stank? Chad? But they're all in the invitational.

GMtSa-T: Ecosystem?

Selena smiles, but Fire doesn't even flinch.

FW: Sure....bring it on. I just defeated him but fine.

GMtSa-T: Fire, if I give any one a title shot now that defeats the purpose of the invitational, now doesn't it?

Firewoman clears off Selena's desk for her in a rage.

GMtSa-T: I'll just have Chuckles clean that up. Fire, your concerns have been noted. Thank you for stopping by.

Firewoman looks like she's going to start to say something, but then appears to get dizzy. Selena stops being mad at her and helps her sit in a chair.

FW: Get off me.

GMtSa-T: Oh, just deal with it for a minute. I thought that double elimination looked a little worse than you were letting on. Chuckles! Get up! Go get medical and then go get the boy.

Chuckles does.

FW: I am fine.

GMtSa-T: Uh huh.

FW: I am....also sorry I yelled....and the mess....I'm not.....I'm a little dizzy....

GMtSa-T: And shoving Chuckles?

FW: No....

GMtSa-T: Me neither.

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*Jos is backstage getting ready to pack, when suddenly, the OOWF camera crew walk in the locker room to get a few words.


Jos: *Stops packing and looks directly at camera*To say that I didn't expect to win tonight would be foolish. But I will admit, Edra, now I know why they call you "Power". You sure brought the good fight and despite you turning down an "Amazing" night with Jos, I ain't mad at ya.

Yeah, you may have beef with others, but i'm the new guy and I'm trying to stay drama free up in this bitch. You have my respect in the ring, although I don't agree with what happened at the end of the show.

I know how it feels to be the champ and getting jumped from behind. Then again, that's none of my business.

My main focus is on this OOWF Invitational and my next opponent is Kai. Sorry, I mean "The Kai". *Rolls eyes*

I must say, when I first thought about joining, you were one of the first roster members that caught my eye. I enjoy a good fight and I know you will bring it.

Just remember, you blink once, and i'm knocking your ass out!

Time to fly back home to get ready for my big LBCW title match this Sunday and then I fly back to meet you guys up for the show in my fathers home country, "Espana". I'm going in to win and make my father's people and family proud.

Folks, now isn't too late to put your money on "Jos". I'm planning on winning this whole damn thing *Smirks* and making it look "Amazing".

*Scene fades*

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~~~ Chad Madison is at a the Pamplona Aquarium, standing outside the shark tank. ~~~

Chad: Jeremy Punswick. Calls himself the Canadian Nightmare. You see son, you might have been the big fish in whatever small pond you came from. The problem for you is... this is the OOWF. There are no big fish here. Only sharks.

~~~ The camera pans above him to the shark tank, where it is feeding time. Someone is lowering halves of tuna into the tank from above ~~~

Here's the thing. Your act isn't new or fresh or original. Davin Moreland. Eric O'Mac. Even Alexander Darling. Brazen, brash guys who make a sudden splash & draw alot of attention. The problem is, all that splashing around you're doing will draw the attention of all the sharks. And one of us just might eat you alive.

Yes you won last week, you beat one of the absolute best in this business. Don't let it go to your head. I'm no slouch. I'm a 17-time Champion. I've been one of the sharks around here for quite some time.

You're pretty good at running your mouth from what I see. Good. Do that. Run your mouth. Keep churning the waters. I suggest you keep your eyes open in all directions. The sharks will sense all the movement. And we will strike when you least expect it.

~~~ As if on cue, one of the sharks is swimming directly at the camera, it opens it's jaws wide and swallows one of the tuna halves whole and we fade ~~~

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Celebration is going on in the Destroyatorium, as all three members of Drink and Destroy have advanced in the invitational. The Kai is entertaining Ashley and Spencer with stories of his many exploits, as Aisha rolls her eyes. Danny is manning the bar at the moment and exchanging pleasantries with various crew members stopping in to congratulate the group. DK is seen leaving an interview with an SFJ, when Dashing Victor Deniro walks up to him.

DVD: Great job moving forward in the tournament.

DK: Thanks, I'm really looking forward to facing Danny. We should tear the house down.

DVD: No doubt, but keep in mind, you guys are friends outside the ring, but once that bell goes off it's all business, Danny won't hold back.

DK: I wouldn't have it any other way.

DVD: Glad to hear that. For now, enjoy the celebration, and don't worry about me come Mayhem.

DK: What do you mean don't worry about you?

DVD: My standing rule is that I don't accompany Danny ringside when he faces a fellow D&Der, I get to chill back with the girls and just be a fan instead of a manager those nights.

DK: Right on.

DK and Vic do the knucklebump of respect, and Vic heads over and sits at the bar. Danny slides him over a shot of whiskey that he downs, and Danny fills him up another one.

DVD: DK is a good kid. You are going to have your hands full.

Danny smiles and nods in agreement. Then he draws a circle in the year and then points at himself.

DVD: Yeah, it's come full circle, now you are the veteran getting ready to face the promising rookie.

Danny's smile widens.

DVD: I think you are going to have way too much fun with this one. Just don't forget, the winner of the invitational does become number one contender for the big belt. Have fun, but keep your eye on the prize.

Danny thinks about this and then nods. He then motions above the bar and then makes the belt motion around his waist.

DVD: Yeah, world title would look really nice sitting up there. (pause) Of course being able to have the night off while you and DK beat the crap out of each other is going to be nice as well.

Danny chuckles. He looks over at a picture of himself, Vic, Jack and Lobo on the wall. He points his thumb over to it.

DVD: Yeah, it will be a little bit like the old times.

Danny pours Vic another drink and then pours one for himself. Danny raises his glass, and Vic follows suit.

DVD: To friends gone but not forgotten.

Danny nods and the two clink drinks as we

FADE

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(Edra and Clio are standing in front of their interview backdrop, now moved to Pamplona Spain.)

Edra: Hola señoras y señores, y bienvenidos a la OOWF! Yo soy Power y esta es mi hermana Glory!

Clio: Damn, you're good!

Edra: And you made fun of me for dating Maria Delgado. She taught me Spanish.

Clio: I know what you taught her.. (Snickering)

Edra: (Shoots her sister a stern look before looking back at the camera) Mi hermana y yo espero que va a salir en la noche del miércoles para ver aplastarnos "Phoenix Rising" en el evento principal de "OOWF Midweek Mayhem". Gracias.

Clio: There, that takes care of the locals. Now for those of you at home...thanks to all our new fans who follow us on Facebook, and we promise not to let any of you down. Especially Linda.

Edra: Now, I've got a word for the Amazing Jos. Congratulations. Thank your lucky stars it was a short week and I only had about 24 hours to go over the materials that Wiggy sent. Clean match, clean submission. Next time you won't be so lucky. And to Wiggy, sorry I couldn't do more to him. Take that belt off him Sunday, would you sweetie?

Clio: And I hear that Fire has a headache. Think she forgot just how that Double Elimination feels. Of course, when you're Firewoman, eight months is a long long time ago. And I'm sorry Jack. I lost control, I let myself get too personally involved. This week, though, no more mind games.

Edra: I want to thank the broadcast team for showing that match from the last time Glory and I faced off against Phoenix Rising. Look at how far we've come. In six short months we've gone from the talented but totally green rookies you saw in that clip, to the World Tag Team Champions. Now this week, we face Mr and Ms Darling again.

Clio: And unlike last time we met, you're not seeing raw rookies. You're seeing two women that have gelled into a machine unlike any other. We've taken our father's training, our Uncle and Aunt's viciousness, and the expertise of the leader of the Saints of Sinners, Moosehead Jack. Holding these titles is vital to the plan, and my sister and I plan is to live up to what Jack leads us to next.

Edra: Be it Phoenix Rising, the Incest – er, Darling Twins, the Texicans, Stan and Eco, even LD and Stank, we promise to do whatever it takes to keep these Championships in our hands.

Clio: Must be nice to be Alex. Unless Fire and Alexis' times of the month are synced.

Edra: Oh, by the way, Mr Zane. I'm gonna explain it again to you. Your buddy won the match, but only because you interfered. If Moose had climbed up that cage, you would all be screaming FOUL! But because it was you, Mr Good Guy White Hat, it's all good. Because you – who weren't even supposed to be in the match, who tried to break my neck at the top of that cage and kill me – fell off that cage like a dumb lummox we're supposed to feel sorry for you. Well, Zane, here's a dose of reality. You interfered in the match, and you reaped what you sowed. And let's face it. You climbed that cage because you were afraid that your little boy partner was going to get his ass handed to him by a couple of real women. You want to blame anyone, blame Selena for making the match, and then offering us the slot when you tumbled off the cage like a clumsy lout.

Clio: In the end, boys, Texpress has no one to blame for any of this but themselves. Miss Bridgette, you need to keep that boy of yours on a tighter leash. Otherwise he'll get hurt badly. Again.

Edra: And Miss Selena, though I was really out of it when I said it last time, I apologize. Like I've said before, we're family, and we're really protective of each other. I shouldn't have doubted my sister, though. She did just what had to be done.

Clio: Bring them all on Selena. We'll take on all challengers. And we will end them, whatever the cost.

Edra: This week we're going to alter our routine. Through Sunday, gym work and weights only, Physical Therapy in the afternoons, then back to ring work on Sunday.

Clio: And enjoying the hot las mujeres solas of Pamplona. With a little help, of course.

Sunny: Ready to go?

Edra: Let's hit it.

Clio: I already do!

(Clio playfully slaps Sunny on the behind and Sunny slaps Clio on the arm as we...)


FADE

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Firewoman has returned from her morning run, done her yoga and meditation, and has moved on to another caramel mocha and reviewing of assorted OOWF stuff. She scowls and throws the stuff. Lucky stops whatever he is doing in a trained response to pick up the stuff.

L: And that outburst was for......

FW: Just this stupid....Selena.....RRRRRRRRRGH I can't even.....

L: *eying her suspiciously* Uh huh. How did you sleep?

FW: What? Why?

L: You know why.

FW: *sighing* Fine. I didn't. Nightmares. *A guy was looking up curses on the internet, and somehow contracted with another guy who looked kind of like a cross between Christopher Walken and John Lithgow with a little of Robert DeNiro from "Angel Heart" thrown in ... Anyway he tells him the way to do the curse is to dismember someone and ...I don't remember the rest of it. So he starts doing that, and there are these lovely plastic freezer bags of ... I guess technically...meat... anyway--

L: Wait....back up.

FW: 'kay...Christopher Walken--

L: No no....the guy in your dream was dismembering a corpse?

FW: *Thinking* Hm...I guess eventually....you wouldn't really live through that, for long yeah?

L: So...live dismemberment...

FW: Yeah, and then--

L: Fire....remember....Dr. Freedman wants you to record these things.

FW: I did....journal over there, you can read the rest of it.

Lucky picks it up and reads a bit before closing his eyes, shuddering, and closing the book.

FW: Nice one, eh?

L: Suuuuuure....so anyway....do you think it was just a dream?

FW: I don't think there was sleepwalking involved, so--

L: No...do you think it was maybe...you're supposd to analyze your dreams and nightmares to try and figure out if they're repressed memories or not.

FW: Yeah, I know.

L: And?

FW: Do we really want to consider that this is a memory?

L: .....No....I guess not.

FW: Moving on.... the reason for my outburst is this whole stupid booking thing. I mean--

L: Fire, she's right, as much as you hate to admit it. Just letting people have title shots without going through the invitational ... I mean big deal then.

FW: I know but...look, Alex and I are facing the tag team champs right? So when we win--

L: If...

FW: WHEN we win....THEN I have to decide.

L: What?

FW: How can you be so good at this, and so dense. I have to decide which championship to keep. I can't be both Tag Team AND World Champion.

L: That's a stupid rule.

FW: Yes...yes it is...

Pause......this out of kayfabe moment brought to you by People for Getting Rid of Stupid Rules, Inc.

FW: Anyway, so when we win, I get to choose...do I keep the Tags, and give up being World Champion, which is about a million kinds of awesome? Or do I be my ... well, usual selfish self and say "Sorry, babe, you don't get to keep those."

Lucky has just stacked everthing back up when Firewoman kicks them in frustration.

L: I see selfishness is winning. You pick them up this time.

Fire glares at him, but does so.

FW: Somewhere Selena is enjoying this immensely.

L: There is a third option.

FW: Oh?

L: You could lose and then it's a non-issue.

FW: Gee thanks for the optimism.

L: No Fire....

Lucky looks at her, and she stops picking up stuff and looks back at him.

L: You could just.....LOSE.

Fire stares at him as she stands up.

FW: You mean....

L: Yeah....just like--

FW: I don't throw matches, Lucky.

L: ...

FW: ...

L: ...

FW: *smirks*

L: Right...we'll go with that. Okay, so I guess...what then?

FW: I don't know...I'm going to the training ring.

L: *Looking at his watch* Huh? It's not time yet--

FW: Not for me. I have to go be Mooselike for Chad.

L: Wow....poor Chad....

FAAAAAAAADE

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Jeremy Punswick is sitting in a brown chair, watching wrestling footage, taking notes.

Puns: So I have a little bit of a bone to pick. When I defeated Alexander Darling it was called an "upset." An upset is when someone defeats someone they shouldn't. What I did was defeat someone who I should have defeated, and handily, might I add. There was no danger of me losing. To even think so shows the ignorance of the announcers here. I don't care what anyone here has or hasn't done in their careers. I'm not someone who is gonna come in an "show potential." I came in to send some heads rolling, and that's all I've done so far.

Speaking of reasons I came to the OOWF, that brings me to my buddy Jos. You've done a lot of talking so far since we got here. A lot of it was directed at me. when I heard you were gonna start wrestling here III knew I had to come too. I mean, you've got that Lbcw title, and I want it. I'm gonna take it from ya too, pal, and you can take that to the bank. It's happening. But what made it even better was that OOWF runs more shows than Lbcw. That gives me more chances to see you. More chances for me to get at ya. More chances for you to get hurt here and there. You work frequently with a small injury, that thing gets worse and worse. I'm gonna be seeing you a lot. I'm gonna know when you're hurt, what hurts, and what you're trying to hide. Believe me Jos, I'm not some idiot you can talk down to who's just gonna back down because you're the champ and that gives you some kinda power. No, I'm the next guy in line to become champion. You better be fucking terrified that I'm here. I know how you get all paranoid when you smoke and delve into your conspiracy theories, but you don't need to worry about big brother watching you. You need to worry about the Canadian Nightmare that I'm gonna unleash on you as soon as the chance presents itself. I know you know all about the nightmares I had. They're gonna look like a day at the beach compared to what I'm gonna do to you. Fucking watch your back, Jos. We're watching you.

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Jeremy Punswick is sitting at a desk, flipping through a photo album. He flips through several pages and finds the picture he's looking for and smiles. He uses a piece of paper to bookmark the page and shuts the album.

Puns: You can look at this when I'm done talking. Chad Madison, you think that because you have won a few titles in your day I should be impressed? You think cause you named some Johnny Comelatelys I should give a damn what you have to say? Good job on winning a couple titles. Really. Congratulations. You should be proud of yourself. However, there is nothing you can do to me that I haven't already been through. You see this?

Puns pulls his long hair to the side and shows his right ear. It looks as if he has extremely bad cauliflower ear.

Puns: Take a look at my ear. When I was four years old my father put my head in a frying pan and held me there until my ear melted. I had two surgeries just to get this mangled mess on the side of my head. Look at this.

Puns pulls up his top lip, showing the inside of his mouth. There is a long scar across the inside of his upper lip.

Puns: When I was seven my father kicked me in the mouth while I was playing Nintendo. He was mad that I was laying on the floor. While knows what goes through the kind of a drug addict. He kicked a hole through my face, kicking three of my teeth through my lip. I've had my skull broken, torn my mcl, dislocated my kneecap, had several concussions, burst both ear drums, been hit so hard I couldn't see for days. Do you honestly think there is a single thing that you can do to me that is worse than what I've been through? I've gone through surgeries, had more stitches than I could count. I'm not worries about you or anything you can say keep do to me. What you should worry about is what the insane abuse I faced as a child did to me. Because I'm gonna take out every single bit of anger, every ounce of rage, all the years of abuse I faced growing up, I'm gonna take it all out on you. You're just another stepping stone.

Oh, by the way, I think you'll like this picture. You like talking about sharks, eh? Go ahead, you can look now.

It's a picture of Jeremy Punswick, clearly a few years younger, with much shorter hair and no beard. He's on a large boat, holding up a fishing rod with a shark at the end of the line.

Puns: Turn the page.

The camera man reaches down and turns the page. It's a picture of a shark mounted on a wall.

Puns: So you're a shark, eh? You better hope you don't end up mounted on my wall like your buddy here. Nut up or shut up, guy. Nothing, NOTHING you can say or do scares me. Bring your worst. I'll be bringing mine.

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(Edra and Clio are in what appears to be Physical Therapy. Clio is in a whirlpool while Edra is on a massage table with hot stones on her back.)

Edra: Heaven.

Clio: Or an appropriate substitute.

Edra: Bringing Sunny in was the best move we could have made.

Clio: Who would have thought she was this good at organizing, planning,

Edra: Setting up that guest spot on El Hormiguero.

Clio: That Pabo Motos is a kook!

Edra: Was fun giving Jorge Marrón Martín the Double Elimination, though we took it easy on him.

Clio: Yeah, the Dumbass Master is a good name for him. Speaking of Double Elimination, thanks for coming down after my match Wednesday.

Edra: Well, it wasn't totally my idea.

Clio: Moose?

Edra: Sunny. And you wanna know how Fire got that splitting headache?

Clio: You hit her hard.

Edra: Did you look at my boots?

Clio: No! You were wearing?

Edra: A pair of your weight boots. I'll bet Fire's still hearing bells.

Clio: Wow. Sunny's...good.

Edra: Told you. She even set up all our Physical Therapy.

Clio: Edra? I think when we get back to the suite, we need to do a little bit of research.

Edra: Meh, don't worry. She's great to have around.

Clio: Still, I'm getting a Lucky vibe here that bothers me a little.

Edra: Chill, all is good.

(In walks Sunny in a white coat. She walks up to Edra and starts taking the stones off her back and begins manipulating the area around where they were. Eventually we hear some snaps, crackles, and pops. )

Clio: Sis, are you OK.

Edra: Fine?

Sunny: Roll over, Edra.

(Sunny helps Edra roll over and Sunny manipulates Edra's neck to the sound of more snaps, crackles, and pops.)

Sunny: There now, better?

Edra: I'll be fine when the room stops spinning.

Sunny: Lay there for a few minutes and it'll be your turn in the whirlpool. We'll get Clio some massage on those legs.

Clio: My legs are....

Sunny: Your ankles aren't. Rebuild the balance in the lower back and the ankles and on Sunday you'll be kicking the crap out of every jobber out there.

Edra: Sunny, how do you...

Sunny: Some questions are better left unasked. Let's just say that...war is hell, and we have to do what we have to do to survive. I'm just glad you two are my friends.

Clio: We need to talk.

Sunny: Someday. Right now, let's just get you two back to 100%. They're all gonna be coming after you, and you need to be at your best.

Edra: Thanks, Sunny.

Clio: Yeah, thanks.

Sunny: Being able to be something more than a pretty mikestand for you two is thanks enough. Dinner in 90 minutes at Dodoclub, then VIP reservations at Vaivén. Let's go.

(Edra gets off the table unsteadily as Clio gets out of the whirlpool and trades places with her sister and we...)

FADE

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~~~ In front of the OOWF Interview Banner with another Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist, Chad Madison takes off his hat and is pretending to wipe tears from his eyes ~~~

RNSFJ: I'm here with Cowb.... What's wrong Chad?

Chad: Its... just..... so.... sad....

RNSFJ: you mean Jeremy Punswick's story of his childhood?

Chad: Nope! I mean it is SO SAD that he thinks anyone here gives a hoot about his childhood. You had it tough growing up? So did half the roster. You were abused? Nothing new. Violent parents? Par for the course around here. Man, EVERYONE has a story. Same song, different verse. You think it makes you unique? You think it makes you dangerous? It's doesn't make you anything.

You see, I don't care how your daddy broke your toys and mommy touched you 'there.' In that ring, I care about one thing: Winning. Winning matches, winning Championships. And this tournament gives me a chance to do that. So I'm winning it, too.

On Wednesday, you can leave your baggage at the gate. Saddle up and get ready, because you'll be in for the ride of your life.

RNSFJ: What's yours?

Chad: What's my ... what?

RNSFJ: You said everyone has a story... what's yours?

Chad: Oh. (pauses, looks around) Tell you what, I've got a new hot tub in my dressing room. how about you join me and I'll..... tell ya all about it.

RNSFJ: Ooooh. I LOVE hot tubs! ... But, I didn't pack any swimwear

Chad: (putting his arm around her shoulders and starting to walk away) That's alright. I'm sure we can figure something out.

~~~ Fade ~~~

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Jeremy Punswick is clapping and smiling as the shot opens up.

Puns: Congratulations, Chad! You talked trash on me. You should really feel awesome, you just hit a home run, knocked it outta the park. Wow, just great shit. Except for the fact that your ignorantly underestimating me.

If you think I'm making excuses because I was abused as a child then you are sadly and sorely mistaken. Let me spell it out for you, because you seem a little bit stupid. I already lost my will to live long, long ago. I don't care if you go out there and beat the fucking shit out of me. Actually, I hope you do. When you hate yourself and don't care what happens to you, what is someone else gonna be able to do to you? Nothing. You can hurt me, you can drop me on by head, you can break my nose, break my arm, knock me out, do everything you can, but make sure you do your worst. I don't care if you hurt me. But know this, I'm coming to hurt you. I may hate myself, but I hate the entire world far worse. I'm coming for blood.

Enjoyed the herpes I'm sure you got from random slurry reporter. You should be proud though, you banged a skank. Nice one, man. Maybe you should worry more about me knocking your fucking head off and preparing for our match than trying to trade STDs with some whore. Get fucking serious. This isn't a game, but if you play me you're gonna lose.

[wyattcox]

<Moose is sitting in GM Selena’s office>

MHJ: Really? I get called to the principal’s office?

GMS: What you did was wrong.

MHJ: What I did? You mean going out there and having a WRESTLING match? Yeah what the hell were we thinking?

GMS: You went out there and MOCKED the fans, and you MOCKED the title!

MHJ: Get off it. Had that been your boy Chad Madison and Danny Taylor doing that, they would be lauded as a shining beacon of wrestling, Stank and I do it, and we are vilified. Well screw you and your double standard

GMS: It’s not that you two wrestled! You mocked the fans, you mocked the locker room………if it is a joke to you I can…..

MHJ: You can what? Strip me of the title for not taking it as seriously as YOU want me to? Or maybe you would like to strip it from me and hand it to Chad.

GMS: I do not like it when an employee mocks the company they work for. And that is what you two did.

MHJ: Get over yourself. We wrestled. You are just mad because we didn’t tear one another to pieces. Was it Ghost? Did you want him to have an easy road? Or are you hoping he and I tear one another to pieces this week too? Who is it you want to win this Selena? Let me know…….so I know who to destroy. Make no mistake about it, I am winning this tournament, and I am getting that title shot, and when I do, I am winning the world title

GMS: Yeah well…..we will see. You may leave now

<Moose smirks and leaves, as he is walking down the hall, Ghosthead steps out in front of him. Moose eyes him carefully. Ghost does the same, then speaks>

GH: From the looks of things, you have already sized up my intentions and decided whether to attack or not

MHJ: If I was going to attack you, you would never see it coming. Beside….<giving a complete insincere grin> what reason would I have to attack you?

GH: <smirking> Depending on the day of the week, or for that matter the hour of the day, you and your sister may be either sharing a laugh, or tearing one another apart. Despite your differences, you are blood, and I know that means something to both of you

MHJ: Ahhh yes, the whole Blood Moon thing. Yet another attempt in a long line to screw with my sisters head. The fact is…….I don’t care. I don’t really know what your intentions were, but I do know you went after the wrong one. If your goal was to draw them apart, you failed miserably. But again, none of that matters. You have your shot.

GH: <looking at Moose cautiously> So……..because I have my shot, I should……what? Lay down?

MHJ: I know you wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t ask. You have your shot

GH: And when I win the tournament, I will have a second shot

MHJ: Oh……so you think you will need two?

<Ghost just glares at Moose>

MHJ: Here are the facts. You have a shot. Guaranteed. In stone. No one can take that from you. Now, you know what I am capable of, and I know what you are capable of. The fact is this……..it’s the same as it was with your brother. We go in there and destroy one another, and we are not 100% the next week. Those idiot fans want it, GM Selena wants it, hell half the locker room wants it. They want your blood, they want my blood. I am not going to give them what they want…….the rest is up to you

<Moose turns and walks away, Ghost just looks at him and walks the opposite direction>

[wyattcox]

**L.D. Williams is standing in front of an OOWF banner with SFJ#47.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., you’ve made it to round two of the OOWF invitational, and this week you’re facing Rabbit Mask. Your thoughts?”

LDW: “First things first. ‘Canadian Nightmare’ Jeremy Punswick, be warned - the OOWF already has a nocturnal mental experience from the north. Soona or later you and the Dream ith gonna get funky daddy.

As for the immediate future…This Week! Midweek Mayhem! L.D. Williams - the greatest wrestler in the history of this company - will face off with Peter Cottontail in a ’loser goes in the soup’ match!

Rabbit Mask, I don’t mean to make light. I know what you’ve accomplished. I know what you’re capable of. I know you’ve dropped me on my head in the past. But let’s face it. I was here before you were Bunny. I was here before you were…whoever you were the second time. I was here before you came back as a serious man in floppy ears. Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve attempted to do, is just a blip on my radar. I’ve been winning titles the entire time you’ve been dressing up and trying to find yourself. If we’re both at our best you don’t stand a chance. And Wednesday night you can be sure I’ll be at my best. Winning the Invitational meand a World Title Shot. It means Bragging Rights. It means being the best - which is exactly what I am. I can guarantee you two things Wednesday nigh:

One - I will make you look better than you ever have before.

Two - I will kick your cottony little tail

Because I am L.D. Williams and…

…

…you know what? I don’t really need a catch phrase. I’m L.D. Williams - that says it all.

<fade>

[wyattcox]

~~~ Chad is WALKING!!!! Down The Hallway of Random Encounters (TM). He turns a corner and randomly encounters.. Moosehead Jack. Moose greets him with a snarl as both stop dead in their tracks, 10 feet apart. A couple of production assistants are standing around between them. They look up glance back and forth, and get the hell out of Dodge. ~~~

Moose: I knew I smelt Gonorrhea somewhere.

Chad: Aww is that all you have? Big bad Jackie Quinn reduced to name calling. The Moose I know would be attacking right now.

Moose: I still haven't decided against that.

Chad: Well here, let me walk past you. That's how you like it best, right? From behind?

~~~ Moose's eyes narrow, then relax into his evil grin ~~~

Moose: See, I'm not going to let you goad me into kicking your ass. Then you'll whine about Big Bad Moose being a bully.

Chad: No. I'm going to do you one better. I'm gonna teach you how to dance.

Moose: What the fuck?

Chad: The classic Texas Two Step. (He narrows the gap between them) Here's Step One.

~~~ Chad snaps off a lightning-fast superkick, knocking Moose into the wall. Chad grabs Moose as he gets to his feet to charge and hurls him into a cart of folding chairs. Chad grabs a chair and BLASTS Moose on the head, then BLASTS him across the back of the neck. Moose drops to one knee, and gut shots Chad and he goes for a third chair shot. Moose kicks Chad to the ground and grabs his own chair, raises it up and swings it down... and Chad blocks it with the other chair. Chad sweeps his legs and puts the edge of the chair across Moose's throat and leans on it with all his strength. Moose has his hands on the chair trying to fight it off, but the gurgling sounds coming from his mouth tell the tale. Moose fights and struggles, but eventually Moose's arms fall back, and out of nowhere a referee appears 1.....2.....3! WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion; Cowboy Chad Madison!

Chad releases the chair and Moose groans. Chad wraps the belt around his waist and leans down to the barely-conscious Moose. ~~~

Chad: Step One; take this championship from you. Step Two will be taking the Onslaught Championship. Get ready to dance, Jackie.

~~~ Fade ~~~

[wyattcox]

Firewoman is returning from the weight room, when she runs into a large person in the hallway.

FW: Wha-- Oh...great....

Poe: Glad to see you too, Lioness.

FW: Still?

Poe: *smiling* Only because it annoys you.

FW: I'm not in the mood. Go visit your crazy wife.

Poe: Have you thought anymore about my offer?

FW: No.

Poe: No you haven't, or no you're not interested.

FW: I haven't thought about it because I'm not interested.

Poe: I see....did you tell him about it?

FW: ....

Poe: Of course you didn't. Look, Lisa, *Firewoman bristles* Okay, FIRE, If you agree to come on board, the five of us would be--

FW: I suck in stables, Poe...you know that better than anyone. Besides, he would never agree either.

Poe: I'm not letting this go.

FW: Great...I'm going to go try and figure out what to do about my match this week.

Poe: I saw. So, so far I see you have three options. Win, keep the World Championship. Win, keep the tag team championships. Lose, keep the world championship.

FW: That's not an option.

Poe: Uh huh....you may have convinced young Clio of that....

FW: Is there a reason for this review session?

Poe: Yes...there is a fourth option that I don't believe you've considered.

FW: Really. What.

They have reached the door to the Darling Suites.

Poe: Let's talk away from the INCs.

Fire opens the door.

Poe: May I come in?

FW: You're not a vampire, you don't need my invitation.

As we open the door, Alexis and Alexander stand, kind of in shock.

AD: What the hell? Just because we don't hate you anymore--

LD: Speak for yourself.

AD: --doesn't mean we're best friends either.

FW: He says he's got an idea about our match this week.

AD: Okay....talk.

Poe starts to speak as the door closes with the INC outside the room.

[wyattcox]

<Moose struggles to his feet and spits out a mouthful of blood. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and snarls>

MHJ: Fucking Texas retard hypocrite

<just then, Bishop Blaize walks by, minding his business. Moose grabs a chair and SLAMS it on the back of his skull. Blaize drops in a heap, and Moose pulls him up and slams him face first into the wall, then repeatedly punches him in the face until blood pours from his nose and mouth. Moose grabs the strand of barbed wire from his pocket and wraps it around his fist and rakes it across Blaize's forehead. Blaize is pretty much full Muta at this point. Moose lets him stagger forward then kicks him in the gut PACKAGE PILEDRIVER on the floor! Blaize is out cold. Moose grabs the chair and repeatedly brings it down on the back of his head until security finally intervenes and drags him away. At this point Moose is wild with rage>

MHJ: THATS HOW ITS GONNA BE SELENA? YOUR BOY CAN DO WHAT HE WANTS? LETS DANCE! LETS HAVE SOME FUN! I AM GOING TO BURN THIS FUCKING PLACE DOWN SELENA! I AM TAKING THAT WORLD TITLE, AND NOTHING YOU CAN FUCKING DO WILL STOP ME!

<Moose is restrained by more security, but he is in full rage, he slams a couple of them in the face with a headbutt and shoves more aside. He grabs the cameraman and stares directly into the lens, wild-eyed, and almost in a whisper>

MHJ: you think you've seen the worst of Moosehead Jack? You ain't seen nothing yet

trust me

<Moose shoves the cameraman to the ground, and we get a sideway view of Moose walking off laughing like a maniac, swinging at anyone that comes near him, and fade>

[wyattcox]

Entry into Moose's lair in the basement, with the swinging lightbulb. Moose is calming down by shattering some pallets with his bare hands.

GMtSa-T: Nice.

MHJ: Get out of here, Mouse.

GMtSa-T: No. See, until 8 am, Thursday morning, this is MY arena. That is my light bulb, this is my room, and THOSE are my pallets you are breaking.

MHJ: Fine. What do you want.

GMtSa-T: You are not getting a shot at the World Champion.

MHJ: Yes I am. I am going to chew threw the idiots in the Invitational, and then I'm going to take the World Championship from my sister and then--

GMtSa-T: No, no you're not. First, the likelihood of getting through the Invitational is not as sure a thing as you think it is.

MHJ: That's what you think.

GMtSa-T: And then, even if you do....there's that LITTLE contract stipulation in Fire's contract that says she doesn't compete against you.

MHJ: What. WHAT? THAT IS BULLSHIT!

GMtSa-T: Call it what you want, but--

MHJ: Wait....wait wait wait...that was voided. We had the best of seven series and I--

GMtSa-T: That was for that series only, limited time offer. Sorry, Uncle Moose. Even if you win the Invitational, you'll have to wait for someone else to be champ.

MHJ: So change it. You're in charge, you--

GMtSa-T: I am NOT changing a contract that Firewoman doesn't want changed. First, she picked up enough when she was commissioner to know how to write an iron-clad clause in her contract that will cost us millions if we break it. Second, you two nearly killed each other, and while I like you less than I did, I like Fire more than I did, and I like having a promotion that isn't saddled with the deaths of two wrestlers. Third--

MHJ: FUCK third.

GMtSa-T: Lovely. No, Moose, the only way to change that is to get Firewoman herself to change it. And, since she's as stubborn as you are....I don't see that happening.

Selena leaves. Moose continues to bust up pallets with significantly more gusto.

[wyattcox]

*DKM walks into the back room of the Destroyitarium, away from the Super Bowl party, to make a phone call*

DKM: Hey, Grandpa, how's it going?...great, yes it is exciting...so, you and Mom saw the picture...she took it OK; that's good news...yeah, I feel a little guilty knowing how busy the pub will be on a Super Bowl Sunday and how rowdy the crowd can get...I mean, don't take it the wrong way, but you and Uncle Steve aren't getting any younger and Uncle Tony and Tony Junior had that thing, some of the other cousins have gotten busy...I know Uncle Vito can handle the door, but he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head; who's going to help you out inside the bar?...Dee as in my sister Dee?!!!...I know she's a better bartender than I am, but who has better control of their temper?...I mean, between you and our dad, we got a double dose, but I can keep it real. Remember what she did to Pat Summit?...Yeah, I've been hearing that excuse my whole life...Anyways, you know I love you guys, enjoy the game!

[wyattcox]

(Edra, Clio, and Sunny are cuddled on the couch catching up on OOWF-TV after their night out. They watch the actions of Poe and the Darlings with some amusement, though Sunny seems agitated.)[/i]

Sunny: Looks like Moose's old friend in the Five is trying to screw you two over somehow.

Edra: Let them, The board knows the rules. The match is signed, sealed, and delivered.

Sunny: Not really. We haven’t gotten this week's contract yet. They might try to slip something in.

Clio: Then we'll read it carefully. (Devious smile) And if they want something special, I've got an idea.

Edra: Uh-oh, what is it?

Clio: Well, Fire keeps wanting to defend her title every week, or so she says.

Sunny: Yeah, that “fighting champion” Bullshit.

Clio: So, if they wanna make some sort of change, we have one of our own ready to go. If they want to be able to change the rules so they can keep our titles if they win, then WE should have a shot at Fire's title too.

Sunny: Wait a minute. You mean...

Clio: If Phoenix Rising wins, they get both Fire's title and the World Tag Team Titles. But if we repeat history and either of us pins Fire, then we get her World Heavyweight Championship.

Edra: Ooooo, sis. That would give the Saints of Sinners...

Clio: ...three major titles between us.

Sunny: That's a lot to risk.

Clio: But it would be worth it to shut the Darlings up for a few minutes. For now, let's just wait and see what Dead Bird Rising comes up with.

(The threesome goes back to watching OOWF-TV as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

~~~ Chad Madison is walking backstage near the loading docks, wearing the DDT Ironman heavy Metal Title..... ~~~

Chad: Championship

~~~ ... sorry, Championship around his waist. He looks up and acknowledges the invisibilicam. ~~~

Chad: So, a lot of you have been asking "Chad, why did you go after Moose and the DDT Championship?" Well, there are two reasons. One, .....

~~~ Chad is interrupted by a howling, charging Comrade Sharkoff. Sharkoff runs at Chad holding the ever-present chain high in the air. Chad sees him coming and snaps off a SUPERKICK that sends the Comrade flying back into some shipping crates. Chad continues to walk past, and resumes talking. ~~~

Chad: One, Moose likes it. Oh, I know he complained and threw his little tantrum. but deep down he likes it. He enjoys the pain and the chaos, he's just annoyed that it was me. He'll come back after me probably with HDB316, then I'll burn it again, then he'll break my nose, and so on and so on. And he'll get so wrapped up in all of that, that I'll be able to take that Onslaught Championship from him.

And the second reason......

~~~ Chad walks past a convientently placed mirror where he gets a glimpse of someone behind him. He stops and ducks just as Ricky Soaring Eagle swings at the back of his head with the tire iron. Ricky lurches forward, and Chad pops him with a DROPKICK! that sends Ricky stumbling back over the edge of a loading dock and into a stack of pallets below. Chad looks down for a moment, takes a swig of Aquafina then continues on. ~~~

Chad: ... The second reason is my new friend Mr. Punswick. He is coming for blood, he is coming to hurt me. I have no idea what he has in store for me. So, what better to prepare me for the unexpected than walk around with the championship predicated on the unexpected? Sure, I've watched some video and done hours of breaking down his repertoire move by move, but really, how much of that can one man do? So I'll ....

~~~ Chad is interrupted by Justin Sane charging him from behind and smacking him in the back with a .... rubber chicken. Chad turns and looks at Justin, then scoops him up and drops him in a garbage can.~~~

Chad: So i'll just go about my business. Winning the Invitational. Winning the Onslaught Championship. And remember Jeremy, Jackie, you mess with the bull, you're gonna get the horns.

~~~ Chad flashes the 'hook'em' sign and we fade ~~~

[wyattcox]

*Back from ads and we see Chad Madison approach an intersection in the Hall of Random Encounters and he ducks under a roundhouse kick from Ghosthead! Ghost's momentum carries him into a perfect position for a SUPERKICK from Chad, but Ghosthead sees that coming, as he ducks under Chad's kick in kind, sweeping the Texan's other leg, knocking Chad off his feet, landing him hard onto his back. Ghosthead spins around, jumps up, and hits the NAIL IN THE COFFIN! (Ghetto stomp)

All the air has left Chad Madison's lungs as he rolls over to his side, clutching what might possibly be a cracked rib. A ref comes out of nowhere, as Ghosthead pulls Chad into a cover for the 1.....2.....3! WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion; GHOSTHEAD!

Ghosthead rises to his feet and walks over to where Chad dropped the DDT Championship belt. He retrieves it then walks back over to Chad lying on the floor. The Texan is trying to catch his breath as he lays on his side with one arm across his midsection.*

Ghost - This belt doesn't suit you.

*Ghosthead looks up at the camera.*

Ghost - Moosehead Jack. You're right. I do already have a guaranteed shot at the OOWF World title. But just so you know, just because you and I have a shared apathy for what the fans want, doesn't mean I'm not going to give it to them. They want blood, perhaps that is a desire I share with them. Despite my already favorable position, the design has brought me to this tournament, and to this match with you. I thrive on atrocity, revel in the chaos. If not my blood, perhaps I have something else you want.

*Ghosthead lifts the DDT Ironman, Heavy Metal, Belt.*

Ghost - You're worried about not being 100 percent after this match? I guess that's the risk you are going to have to take, if you want THIS back because you too will know... just like everyone else.. wrath.. fury.. ruin.

*Ghosthead, with the DDT belt over his shoulder, walks over to retrieve his IO briefcase from where he dropped it as the camera fades.*