Midweek Mayhem (4/10) Live from Washington D.C.

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Fed Ex Field, Washington D.C.
Wednesday, April 10th 2013


Onslaught Championship Match
Chad Madison (c) vs. Tommy Wilder - No Time Limit

Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Mai Muyo (c) vs. DK Murphy

Saints of Sinners vs. The Kai & any 2 wrestlers not previously booked
Alexis Darling vs. Ghosthead vs. Matt Folz vs. Danny Taylor
Firewoman & Amazing Jos vs. Christian Carter & Chris Evans
Salvation vs. Banned from Everywhere
Zane Myers vs. Rabbit Mask
Jeremy Punswick vs. El Jobberoo III
Jason Allen vs. Clint Bilton



Card subject to Bryce Harper wrecking shit

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<LJ Bennett walks into the Saints of Sinners locker room, in the background we can still hear the crowd screaming for blood. He shows them the lineup for next week, Moose gives him a look>

MHJ: We're off?

LJB: On the contrary, I want to feature the Saints of Sinners in a six man match against the opponents of your choosing

LDW: Well. the Kai seems to have a whole lot to say these days. He should be one of them. Let's see how he feels getting his neck broken from the Canadian Destroyer

Sta: Who should he team with.......hmmm what about BFE

LJB: those gentlemen are already in a match against Salvation

MHJ: <grinning> looks like the rest of the roster is booked. that means.......Kai can team with anyone.......who is not already booked in a match this week

<Moose, LD and Stank share a laugh at this>

LJB: Fine idea gentlemen, I will do the paperwork to make it official......oh.......and you have a choice, stay holed up in the locker room until that crowd gets tired and leaves, or we can have security escort you out of the arena

MHJ: <jumping to his feet> Let's go, I want them to see us leave. Did you HEAR them?

Sta: I am not so fond of getting shanked Jack

LDW: Look, we have plenty of beer, let's just chill. They want us to come out so they can get their five pounds of flesh. Screw them

<Moose nods, and the three crack open a beer while LJB heads off to file the paperwork>

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*fade-in to El Joberoo III walking down some random hallway. A still-bloodied Evans grabs her from behind and throws her into the wall.*

Evans: I don’t know who you think you are, but I am not someone that you wanna get on the bad side of. My issue right now is with Folz, but since I can’t get to him, you’ll do for now.

Evans pulls out his brass knucks and hits El Jobberoo hard in the ribs. El Jobberroo lets out a sharp, pained breath on the impact.

E: You see, this is what happens when people get involved in my business. Now despite my looks and bravado, a lot of people around here know better than to cross me after some of the things that I’ve done to people over the years. But since you’re a newbie around here, I figure this is my way to break you in. Welcome to the OOWF, bitch.

Evans is about to start wailing away at El Jobberro when Matt Folz runs out off-camera, throws Evans off of Jobberoo, and the two start right back where they ended up earlier in the night, at each other’s throats and filled with pure hatred towards each other. Before things can get too heated, the OOWF Security steps in to break the two of them up and the medical staff checks on El Jobberoo.

E: This ain’t over, Folz! You wanna see me pissed off so badly, you’ve got it! Next time I get you in that ring, it’ll be your last!

*fade to black*

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<Bill and Justin come back from the infirmary and walk into their locker room. Ellie May, Drunkey and Drunkette are there, Ellie May is packing up some of their things. She doesn't look when they come in>

EMFE: Seriously, we have been in Europe for two months, how could you two POSSIBLY accumulate this much liquo.......<Ellie May turns around and finally looks at them, both bandaged up> Why do you have a clown with you?

ABFD: Well hell, he was just out in that there hallway of recently abandoned characters and so we thought he could come back chere with us. This old boy likes him some PCPL! Whooooo!

JS: His name is Chuckles Norris. And.....oh this is the best part! Watch this......Chuckles..........Drunkette

<Chuckles walks over to where Drunkette is grazing on some oats and lines her up, then unloads a roundhouse kick toward her head, but just as he does, she lowers her head to take another bite of food and he completely misses. Drunkette looks at him, clearly annoyed at the attempted roundhouse kick, turns around and BLASTS him with a double mule kick! Chuckles flies across the room and slams into the wall, slides down it and collapses to the floor out cold. Justin and Bill burst into laughter>

ABFD: HAWT DAMN! That was outstandener than HELL! Can we keep him!

JS: Yeah, can we? Can we keep him?

EMFE: <sighing> Sure......why not

<fade>

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Fade back in to Matt Folz leaving the arena.

MF: This shit is getting old Chris, I am focusing on the World Title, I shouldn't be wasting time with Jobbers to the Stars like yourself. But if you want to have me embarrass you again, go to our new General Manager and you can make any kind of match you like.

Fade

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Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hall toward the Saints of Sinners Locker Room. To borrow from someone else, it appears that someone's going to get their ass kicked. She walks past the GM office where Chuckles is taking boxes out and exGM Selena is following him sadly. Firewoman walks past her on her way down the hall but then stops, sighs, and turns around.

FW: You okay?

exGMtSa-T: No, I'm not ....FUCKING ... okay.

FW: Wow...broke out the big one.

exGMtSa-T: Yeah, well...the situation calls for it.

FW: Indeed it does.

exGMtSa-T: So I see YOU'RE headed down there. I guess all the lovey-dovey between you and Moose was in preparation for this. Have fun.

FW: Yeah, I think it was. But not in the way you think. Oh I'm sure Moose thought that I'd be right by his side now that we've mended some fences. Hell, that's probably WHY he did it. He thought if he was nice to me, played up the brother card, "let's go see the parents" thing that I'd be okay with all this.

exGMtSa-T: And?

FW: ....

exGMtSa-T: ....

FW: I'm not.

exGMtSa-T: ...Really. Why don't I believe you.

FW: Because I lie. I lie a lot. It's like breathing sometimes. And given our history you have every reason to not believe me.

exGMtSa-T: True but...that's all kind of been past. I mean...we've almost been....friends?

FW: Let's just say you don't annoy me NEARLY as much as you used to. Even if I think your child brideness is still creepy.

exGMtSa-T: I WAS EIGHTEEN!

FW: You traveled with him since you were 14. Creepy.

exGMtSa-T: Well, it's nice that you don't agree with Moose--

FW: It's more than that. Yeah, we may have mended some fences but he's just torn down another. You weren't here for the Civil War with LJ Bennett. Moose sided with Bennett, and DEA was trying to stay neutral. Moose and I hadn't revealed we were siblings, and had no plans to but...well, to his credit, he had told Bennett's side I was off limits. No one knew why.

exGMtSa-T: Wow.

FW: That all changed when we went to Korea though, as a bunch of Bennett's guys cornered me in the ring, handcuffed Alex to the ropes and gave me quite a beating. Moose didn't participate, but he did stand on the stage and watch. That got DEA involved on the opposite side, and I will never...and I mean EVER *cheap pop* ... side with LJ Bennett on anything.

exGMtSa-T: I know how you keep grudges, so I'm inclined to believe you on that.

FW: Yeah...

Firewoman looks down the hallway and then back at Selena.

FW: I have an idea. Come to New York.

exGMtSa-T: Huh? Seriously?

FW: Sure...I have...well, there may be something we can do that won't involve the things I have in mind.

exGMtSa-T: What is it?

FW: Not what. Who.

Selena appears confused.

FW: Just get your stuff together, the car should be here for the airport in like 30 minutes. If you decide not to, that's okay too, just let me know.

Firewoman walks the other direction, away from the Saints of Sinners locker room. Camera pans in on a slightly less upset Selena and we faaaaaade.

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Mai Muyo is sitting backstage, Intercontinental Championship sling on her shoulders.

Mai: Mai Muyo, Intercontinental Champion....oh my goodness, there are so many people to thank. I thank God, I thank my family and Stan, I thank Stardom for training me...mindful that I am the third woman to hold this championship, I thank Firewoman and Ravenna for paving the way.

I can say thank you more personally later. I want to talk about what this championship means to me. It's not just a way to tease Junichiro, I promise. What this championship means to me...is that I've arrived. I've always been asked if I consider myself a role model for little girls...but you can't be a role model when you haven't accomplished anything that others can aspire to. (Mai lifts the title.) Now I have.

Why is being a role model important right now? You've all heard this talk a million times. This company is in crisis--not for the first time, not for the last time. Sinners have always reigned, of course--we're all sinners--but it's quite a different thing to revel in the title. And of course, LJ Bennett is back, a man who could be called many things, but "compassionate capitalist" is not among them.

So what to do? Junichiro would probably say to rage against the dying of the light, but I have my own method. Rather than fight others' darkness, focusing on the specks in their eyes, "let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven."

That's where you come in, DK Murphy. With the occasional lapse, you are a basically honorable man, and you gave me an honorable match and kind congratulations. That's why it was so important to me to give you an immediate rematch. Come Wednesday, two competitors who have an honest respect for life and this business are going to put on a clean match for a major championship. And no matter what else happens that night, parents can turn to their children during that match and say with a clear conscience, "Yes, you can be like them someday."

As for who wins? I can't promise anything. But all prior indications suggest...that it might be Mai Time.

FADE

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*DK Murphy is watching Mai's promo when SFJ 3.14 approaches.*

SFJ: DK Murphy, what happened?

DK: She won a clean match. I plan to win the title back, clean. It is nice to know that there are some people with honor here, and I look forward to our next match.

SFJ: What do you think about the change of management?

DK: None of my business. I have other things to deal with.

SFJ: Can you tell us anything about El Jobbero III?

DK: She's tall.

*DK starts to walk away*

SFJ: What about the allegations that you were shown favoritism because you were corporate-friendly?

*DK gets a bit red in the face, and his eyes go slightly out of focus, before he composes himself*

DK: I know I'm not in line for a world title shot, but I'd gladly take on the champ, or any of the Saints & Sinners, or anyone else, in a Taipei Fence Match, if they want proof that I am not just a corporate-friendly wrestler.

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Eco comes up to Mai after her promo. He looks at Mai, and then at the championship. His eyes hold on the championship, then he looks up to Mai…and hugs her.

Eco: I’m so proud of you, baby sister.

Mai: Thanks Junichiro. You know I couldn’t have done it without you.

Eco: Hey, I got you a present.

Mai: When did you have time for that?

Eco: Well, I didn’t really think you had a chance at winning the Intercontinental Championship…but I thought you kinda might have had a chance. So I had mom FedEx this over from our house!



Mai: ….that’s your face.

Eco: It’s the Junichiro Muyo Memorial Intercontinental Championship! You know, from when I was champion! I just figured since Moose is going around, changing up the championship, yours could use a Muyo makeover!

Mai: …I don’t know what to say.

Eco: Don’t worry about saying anything, put it on!

Eco takes the Intercontinental Championship from Mai’s shoulders and places the Muyo championship belt in its place.

Eco: Wow, that looks great!

Mai: Mm-hmm. And what were you going to do with my Intercontinental Championship?

Eco: …Hold on to it.

Mai: …

Eco: For safekeeping.

Mai: …

Eco: …You know what, maybe you should just keep your championship for now, and you can decide if you want to upgrade later!

Mai: That sounds good.

They exchange championships back and Mai exits. Stan walks into the picture.

Stan: Didn’t I break that thing when I won it from you?

Eco: I had multiple versions. You ready to promo?

Stan: I don’t really like the script…

Eco: It’ll work, it’ll work.

The OOWF banner drops from behind.

Stan: (pulling out notes) Banned from Everywhere! You expectin’ to intimidate me with Chuckles the Clown, huh? I’m over all that! A man of God fears nothing!

Eco: Of course, you folks wouldn’t know nothin’ about the word of God, would ya? The Bible don’t like drunkenness too much, and I reckon with all your Pine Cone Party Liquor, you two is alcoholics! I said it, al-ka-hall-licks!

Stan: Did you just go there?

Eco: I went there!

Stan: Can we go there?

Eco: (pausing) I guess we can’t go there.

Stan: We banned from goin’ there?

Eco: We is <crowd sings along> BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE!

Stan: Eh, I guess that was an alright joke.

Eco: All right? It was—

Stan: Don’t press your luck.

Eco: OUTDAMNSTANDENER THAN HELL!

Stan rolls his eyes and walks away.

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<Moose is in the Saints of Sinners locker room getting ready to leave the arena - finally. The pro-Selena crowd has left and it is now safe for LD, Stank and Moose to leave, still, they are escorted individually by security. LD and Stank have already gone, and Moose is waiting for the detail to get back when his cell phone rings. Moose pulls the phone out and looks to see a 775 area code number. Moose appears to try and mentally place the number, shrugs, then answers the call.>

Moose: Hello?

Edra: Moose? It's Edra.

Moose: Oh. How are you?

Edra: Look, I'm sorry we bailed on you like that, but we had no choice. We....

Moose: I know. That Walton's family thing, everyone back to the mountain when Grandpa dies.

Edra: Moose, please.

Moose: I know. I wasn't happy with the way he was behaving, but I know it wasn't good for you. We listened to Mary Lou say goodbye. She's a strong woman to keep working through that.

Edra: She's strong on the air. Off the air, it takes both Sunny and me to keep her afloat. Between the political pressures, the business pressures, and … well, how we were behaving, it was just too much for Dad. We never go to say goodbye.

Moose: I don't want to go that way. He deserved better, should have gone out in the ring.

Edra: I heard what you did, that was...respectful. I appreciate that.

Moose: Well, I did it more for your sister than anyone. How is Clio?

(A long silence follows)

Edra: We don't know. She's not here.

Moose: What? Where is she?

Edra: When we got to the hospital in Salt Lake he was already gone. Sunny and I were devastated, but Clio, well, she lost it. Throwing chairs, furniture, swearing at Dad that she couldn't rub our success in his face. Sunny tried to console her. Big mistake. She threw Sunny into a wall, bloodied her nose, gave her a black eye, broke her arm. I lost it and went after her. It took all the hospital security and a number of the city's finest to pull us apart. Two days later she pulled her half of our savings out of the bank, and no one's seen her since.

Moose: No one's been able to find her?

Edra: We haven't been able to find anyone who's willing to take the case to track her down. She's...too violent. The hospital didn't want to press charges...Dad's name still carries some weight in Salt Lake, even dead. Sunny and I are learning about Dad's business the hard way, plus taking care of the newborns, taking care of Mary Lou, well, we're buried here.

Moose: Having to be the good daughter, eh?

Edra: Moose, it's called paying Dad back. He gave everything up for us, now it's my turn.

Moose: (smirking) And we know how well that worked out the first time.

Edra: No, this time we're going to be honest, tell my sisters everything when they're old enough, and let them be proud of their family. None of this hiding the past. That's stupid.

Moose: Whatever, Edra. Thanks for calling.

Edra: Moose, thank you for everything. You gave me something I never thought I could have. You made Power and Glory the success that it was. I'll never forget that.

Moose: Yeah well........you left before you could really be great?

Edra: I don't have time for this, Moose. I just wanted to see if you'd heard from her, apparently not. Thank you for everything, Moose. If you hear from Clio, let her know, please? Oh, and congratulations on the title win

Moose: Thanks. If I hear from her, I'll let you know

(Moose hangs up the phone and presses a speed dial key. On the other end a woman angrily answers. )

Woman: WHAT?

Moose: It's me.

(The demeanor changes on the other end from anger to that of a very small girl)

Woman: Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry.

Moose: That could have blown anything you could have gotten. Any calls?

Woman: No, Jack. No one's returning any of my calls except you. Thank you, I'm so sorry...

Moose: Later. Your sister called. You left a big mess behind.

Woman: I don't care. They're all dead to me. They're Coxes now. I'm the last Neal left.

Moose: Be patient. I'll figure something out.

Woman: Thank you Jack. I trust you.

Moose: Keep working out and hit those clubs I told you about. Be careful Clio.

Woman: NO!

Moose: Excuse me?

Woman: Clio's dead. She died that day in Mormonville when Daddy died. She was the weak one. Call me Chloe. I'm stronger. I can do anything you want, Jack. Just ask me. I'm stronger than Clio ever was, and I'll never let you down again. Trust me.

Moose: <Moose smirks at this> Be safe Cl...Chloe, I gotta run

Woman: Goodbye, Jack.

(Moose smirks as he hangs up his phone as his security detail comes into the room.)

Moose: This could be a lot of fun.

S: Sir? We are all set Mr. Quinn.

<Moose smirks, lights a cigar and blows a cloud of smoke into the air>

MHJ: Let's go then

(Moose laughs maniacally as we...)

FADE

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*El Jobbero III is leaving the arena when SFJ 47 catches up to her*

SFJ: El Jobbero, are you OK?

EJ: Physically, I am fine. Meanwhile, now I know, Chris Evans needs brass knuckles to confront me. I always assumed he was compensating for some kind of a, well...deficiency, if you know what I mean.

SFJ: Any thoughts about the new management?

EJ: What Mr. Bennet said about Moosehead Jack, Stank, and LD Williams made sense. Anybody who said they should retire or go away was wrong.

SFJ: Does that mean you are interested in joining the Saints & Sinners?

EJ: I am not the joining type. I also don't understand what Moosehead Jack is saying. He wants to destroy this place. Where the hell is LD going to go, backing up his Momma? Frankly, I was hoping to get that job someday. Whatever, I have my own agenda.

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**SFJ#47 is with OOWF World Tag Team Champions Stank and L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, your actions of late have been, well, reprehensible. You’ve attacked wrestlers, drawn intentional disqualifications - even given your long association with Moosehead Jack, the two of you don’t normally behave this way. The question a lot of people have is why, and why now?

LDW: “Why? WHY? Hold up a mirror. Hold it up in front of every fan that’s called us over-the-hill, every internet idiot that’s questioned our legacy, every wrestler who’s accused us of holding them back, and every interviewer who’s questioned whether we’re worth their time. That’s why. You have no one to blame but yourselves.”

S: “And before everyone gets their panties in a twist, this isn’t revenge. It’s not payback for our mistreatment. We don’t actually give a damn one way or the other what anyone thinks. But, if you’re gonna call us the bad guys, you’d best believe we’re going to act the part.”

SFJ#47: “But joining forces with L.J Bennett?”

LDW: “It’s no secret that I’m not the president of the L.J. Bennett fan club. He probably wouldn’t be my first choice for GM if I was picking. Truth is though, I’ve never really given a rat’s rear end who’s in charge around here so long as they stay out of my way.”

S: “If there’s one thing we’ve proven over the near decade of the OOWF, it’s that it doesn’t matter who makes the matches or calls the shots, it doesn’t matter who else is on the roster or who’s in which locker room. D&D, kz, The Five, The Saints - whatever the name, Moosehead Jack, Stank, and L.D. Williams are the lynchpin. The OOWF revolves around us.”

LDW: “We are the best in this company. Not just the most dangerous, not just the most violent, not just the most technically proficient - though we are all of those things - but the best by any standard or metric you choose to use.”

S: “For years, Moose has been telling you to trust him, L.D.’s been telling you to fear him, and I’ve been telling you to believe me. Now? You don’t have to do any of that.”

LDW: “All you have to do is answer one simple question.”

S: “Are you with us, or against us?”

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[BookerShark]

*On the phone with an old friend, Amazing Jos is pacing around his hotel suite. He's wearing pin striped black slacks, a black vest, blue long sleeve and a blue tie. Rayban Aviator Shades on, of course!

Jos: I'm here in NYC, catching up with a few friends that are in Jersey for "Wrasslecon". Thought i'd come to the east coast early since all the boys flew in early for Mania weekend. We got the LBCW show in Philly on Saturday, so it's kinda convenient.

*Mumble mumble mumble

Jos: Thanks, but i'm not gonna need "Luck", when I defend my Title.

*Mumble

Jos: Punswick? Are you serious? Look, the guy proved he has no nutsack, last Sunday. I doubt he's gonna cash in. He won't, if he knows what's good for him.

*Mumble Mumble

Jos: Talk to you later, I'm gonna go to the bar downstairs and catch a drink. A few of my buddies should be meeting me there, before we have a night out on the town. We got some of my homies from LBCW, OOWF, Dragon Garden USA, TRANSFORM Wrestling and ACES. One night only type of stuff. Talk to you tomorrow when I sober up, bye!

*Jos hangs up the phone. He picks up his jacket from the couch and heads out the door. He takes the elevator to the lobby and walks in to the hotel bar.

Jos: *takes seat at the bar* Bartender, I need a 4-Horseman and a pint of Blue Moon.

Bartender: No dice buddy, we don't carry Blue Moon on tap.

Jos: *Mutters to himself* This is why I hate New York. *Out Loud* How about a Rolling Rock?!

Bartender: You got it champ! *Wink!

Jos: *Eyes Widen* *He's Surprised someone actually recognizes him without his mask*

*The Bartender brings back the shot and a pint glass of Rolling Rock.

Jos: How did you know who I am?

Bartender: The last time the LBCW champ came to NYC, he ordered the same shot. He tipped real good too. Good luck on your match on Saturday, by the way.

Jos: *Takes shot* Luck is for leprechauns and pussays.

*The Bartender walks away*


*Jos takes a moment to himself and let's his mind wander*

*He starts to think about Punswick, Carter, Chris Evans, Matt Folz....*

*Suddenly a voice from behind get's his attention*

Voice from Behind: Thought it was you, how ya doin?

Jos: *Turns around and see's Fire Woman, looking sexay as hell* Whattt!?!?!? *Goes to give her a hug, but is politely stopped by one hand* The hell you doin, here?

Firewoman: Just got in town not too long ago. You know, Mania weekend. *smiles nervously*

Jos: Take a seat! *Checks cell phone* Just got a text from a few friends and it seems as though they are running a little bit behind. They were gonna meet me here and we were gonna party. Later on.

Firewoman: *Sitting next to Jos* Oh...

Jos: A lot of my wrasslin pals who are performing this weekend, including a couple OOWF cats, were gonna meet here to partay. You're welcome to join us!

Firewoman: No thanks, about to meet a few friends too.

Jos: Well, can I buy you a drink? I kinda thought we'd talk a little shop before our tag match on Wednesday.

*To be continued*

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Christian Carter is sitting in his private jet, flying from Puerto Rico, to Chicago. He looks exhausted, and you can see he has a look of anger on his face. He seems to be in deep thought…

There is no way he did this to me again…I had him beat…Jason screwed me again…I should have never trusted him…I should have never called him…when did I think that it would be ok? Son of Bitch!

He seems to be off into some other world, when Felicity comes up to him…

Sir…this just came in…thought you might want to see it.

She hands him her phone, with an email on it…the list of next weeks matches for OOWF. At first he doesn’t want to look at it…but then he see’s it…perhaps a chance at redemption…a tag match with someone named Chris Evans against Jose and Firewoman.

A smile comes to his face, as he looks over…he see’s Jason has a match as well. He gets up, and grabs his cell phone. He gives it to Felicity, and tells her to start filming him. When she is ready, she lets him know and she hits the record button.

Jason Allen…it seems to me you don’t know when to quit stabbing people in the back. I guess that ass kicking I gave you a few months ago didn’t knock some sense into you like it should have. But you’ll get your s sooner than later…but I have a bit of some business I have to talk about with you…Jose!

So it seems we get to tangle one more time. You know, I have to admit, getting Jason to give you the assist, was brilliant. I know you still think I had something to do with Jeremy and Carpenter, but I didn’t, but I never thought you would stoop to my level Jose. That is going to be the last time you ever pin me. It will not happen again, and I guarantee that you will not beat me again.

I’m done being embarrassed by the hands of a man who is not better than me. Jose…I am going to beat you to a living pulp, and if I have to, I’ll do the same to the bitch…Firewoman..you have no idea what I am capable of. I’ve had no problem kicking a woman’s ass…I’ve done it in xGw, LBCW, and I’ll do it here…I will not hesitate to slap a bitch!

I know you’re probably in a bad mood as it is with you losing your title to Moose, and Salena being canned, but let me tell you something…you about to get into the ring with the longest reigning xGw World Heavyweight Champion, over 700 days, and eventually was the longest reigning champion in LBCW. So if you look at it, I’m a bad mother fucker, and bad things happen, when I get in a bad mood…and after Wednesday…I’m not happy.

Now, it seems that I have a celebrity as my partner…Mr. Captain America himself…or is it Johnny Blaze? Human Torch? Either way Evans, just stay in our corner, listen to what I have to say, and we’ll be fine.


My first two weeks here hasn’t been what I would call successful, especially with the loss to Jose, but I feel that the future is nothing but bright, for I am the future of the OOWF, and the future is now! A new future…a new world…MY WORLD…with Everlasting Life…



He motions for her to cut, and she does.

Post it on the OOWF website.

She nods, and heads to the back, as Carter sits back down, with a large grin on his face.

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[BookerShark]

Kai is in the Destroyatorium on the ooficial Hawai'ian Nation People's Laptop. He's Skyping with his bruddah Aina.

A: I'll be on the first plane to DC, bruddah.

K: The Flyin' Hawai'ians fly again! The millions...

Crowd: ...AND MILLIONS!!

K: ...of the Hawai'ian Nation will be cheering.

A: I'll get someone to watch Noelani.

K: Watching? What does baby mama need watching for?

A: Uh, she's due any day brah.

K: Already?

A: Ya. We figured she conceived on July 4th weekend. She's actually late now.

K: The Kai should not be surprised. So many men liked being inside Noelani, naturally her baby would too.

A: Brah...

K: The Kai knows. The Kai will respect your baby mama.

A: Mahalo. Any ideas for a third?

Kai strokes his chin in contemplation. A sad realization seems to come over him.

K: The Kai will need a second AND a third.

A: What?

K: You are needed at the homestead bruddah. I can't ask you to come.

A: You need me I'm there.

K: Your new ohana needs you THERE.

A: There's no new ohana. It's all the same ohana.

K: Either way, your responsibility THERE is greater than it is HERE. Stay.

A: No.

K: The Kai says yu will stay and the Kai means you will stay. The Kai will not be responsible for you msising the birth of our newest Iloa. Whether or not the Kai get's his fine ass handed to him can not replace that miracle moment when you hold your baby in your arms. You stay. You be happy. You kiss Noelani as she brings our newest ohana member into this world. You leave the Saints of Sissies out of that moment and you leave them to the Kai.

Aina is quiet for a few moments. He then sighs.

A: So who are you gonna get?

Kai snickers.

K: I have no f*cking idea...

[BookerShark]

We're on a tropical beach at night. It's particularly windy as a storm approaches. The wind is loud and the palms sway & rustle. There's a slight bit of rain mixed in, just enough to see. The camera pans to a lit torch, the flame blowing in the wind, but not enough to go out. Then we see a tall man standing next to it. A black, blood stained towel over his head. You know who it is. The man, the myth, the legend. Poe.

Poe: So it comes to this. The Day of reckoning that I always foresaw. The day that the locust LJ Bennett would return. The day that you, my brother, Moosehead Jack would be the man to make my blood boil.

Poe removes the towel to look directly into the camera as the wind blows stronger and louder.

Poe: Moosehead Jack. LD Williams. My brother in arms, Stank. The cancer in Jack's soul has sucked you in it seems. That's realy shame. I held you two in higher regard. I belived you were both men of intelligence. But this vendetta. This crusade that Jack is on. It can only end in one way. That is The End. The End of all of you.

For you see, Jack. You have arisen the Four Horsemen so to speak. The White Horse of Pestilence has long ridden in your soul. The Black Horse of Hunger and Famine is now riding with you on the quest for whatever means it is you are searching. Your hunger to fill the void inside you that existing since the day we met, brother. And now, you have awakened the Red Horse of War. You have declared war on the OOWF. And I am fine with that. I care not for the squabbles that exist within that company anymore. But then...

and only when...

You touched my Beloved. You embarassed her. You humiliated her. You made her fear for her safety. The one man I believed I could trust, despite your recent action, I truly believed you would never stoop so low. And Bennett, you touched her. For that, you will indeed pay. I swear this to you.

Soon, the Pale Horse of Death will ride. It will be the death of your careers. You will get a brief reprieve. Enjoy the spoils of your conquest gentlemen. For I have the matter of my wife to attend to. When SHE is ready, you will run scared. As for this week, I am sure my bruddah The Kai will deal with you. And as for me, well...

I tend to appear out of nowhere. When you least expect it. And when you are most vulnerable. Fear the Pale Horse gentleman. For he has saddled, he has drawn. And you have been found wanting.

Quothe the Raven...

Before he can speak, Selena comes out from behind him. Her hair whipping in the wind. She's clearly been crying, but her eyes are now dried. Here eyes have a distant, hateful stare. She holds up her right palm. There's a familiar red 'V'. She grins.

Sa-T: Nevermore.

[BookerShark]

In the hotel bar, Amazing Jos and Firewoman are getting to know one another...no, NOT in that way. They are comparing notes of who knows who from what promo when, etc. Jos gets a beep on his phone and it's Carter's OOWF promo.

AJ: See what I mean?

FW: Yeah.

Fire smirks, swirls her whiskey and sips it.

AJ: Don't underestimate--

FW: I don't. But he shouldn't either. He should be reviewing my work before he runs his mouth.

AJ: *laughs* that's not Carter's style.

FW: *all business* I want to know everything.

AJ: Huh?

FW: You've wrestled him before right? Same promotion?

AJ: Yeah.

FW: Okay, so talk. Everything. Moveset...strengths...weaknesses... I want to know where he's from, where he thinks he's going. I want to know when he wakes up and when he goes to bed. I want to know what he eats for breakfast, his favorite color, and if he ever had a pet.

AJ: Sure, but....why?

Voice: Because that's how the predator successfully catches her prey.

They both turn around and see Chris Jericho walking up to them.

AJ: Hey! It's-

Y2J: It is.

Jericho leans over and gives Fire a quick kiss on the cheek.

Y2J: Glad to see you aren't dead.

FW: Me too.

Y2J: Alex! You've changed!

AJ: I'm not--

Y2J: I know.

FW: Very funny. This is Amazing Jos, he's new to OOWF.

Y2J: Oh, right...*they shake hands as Jericho sits down* With LBCW...Champ even. Good work.

AJ: Thanks.

Y2J: So where is the illustrious Mr. Firewoman?

FW: *glares* He is recuperating from his scaffold match and other assorted injuries and I'm not at liberty to say where.

Y2J: Oh right. Mayans.

AJ: So...you guys are....okay?

FW: We are now.

Y2J: It's been, what, three years?

FW: Yeah...

Y2J: I'm pretty sure we would have been divorced by now, or one of us dead.

FW: Probably you.

Y2J: Probably.

FW: Too bad, though. I could have saved you from horrible game shows.

Y2J: Hey now...you know Vince would REALLY like to talk to you.

FW: I'm sure he would.

AJ: Wouldn't the outcome of the OOWF v. WWE show make him NOT want to hire Fire?

Y2J: No, he's way over that. WWE made lots of money off the video.

FW: I don't want to be a diva, Chris.

AJ: Besides...word is, you screw over Vince, he doesn't forget. Pretty sure if Fire signed there she'd be Hornswoggle's nanny or something for months.

FW: The man has a point.

Y2J: *shrug* maybe.

FW: Besides, if I went anywhere, it'd be TNA. Dixie's people call almost as many times as Vince does, and Austin's there.

AJ: Yeah, but you could only win the Knockout belt and never be in the main event.

FW: True. But there's no LJ Bennett.

Y2J: Yeah.

Jericho orders a Grey Goose vodka. Fire and Jos get drinks too.

AJ: What's his story?

FW: He tried to take over OOWF once before...right after I got here. He's like a scary combination of Bischoff and Vince all rolled into one. Moose thought Selena was playing favorites? Bennett will let those on his side run roughshod over this whole company.

They sit in silence drinking.

FW: The last time Davin Moreland was here, and he and Stank rallied the opposition....

AJ: But now Stank is siding with Bennett.

FW: Yeah....*drinks*....so....maybe I'll be calling Dixie back...

Y2J: Or Vince.

FW: Or Vince.

FAAAAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

*Same Bar*

A shadow appears on the table where Jos, Firewoman, and Jericho are sitting and enjoying their drinks.

Voice: You'd leave me here and go to WWE or TNA without me?

Fire shakes her head for a moment not believe what she heard.

Fire: ALEX!!!!!!!!!!

Alexander: Hi wifey.

Fire jumps out of her seat and hugs her husband. Well more than hug but we'll keep it PG13 here.

Fire: Why? How? Who? What are you doing here? Were you followed? The Mayans...

Alex: Cause it's one of the biggest weekends in wrestling and because it's in my old stomping grounds. Planes, trains, and automobiles. Spence and Ashley picked me up from the hotel. And because I missed you and wanted to be here. And the Mayans have been thrown off the scent. I went through multiple connections just to lose them. Just for you.

Fire: Awesome. Sit down now. You look uncomfortable on those crutches. I'll go grab you a drink from the bar.

Fire gives Alex a peck on the cheek before rushing off and joining Ashley, Lexie, and Spencer at the bar and leaving Alex alone with Jericho and Jos. The silence at first is awkward.

Alex: Glad to see you settling in around here Jos.

Jos: No doubt. Some people have been awesome. And still trying to figure others out. And then with all this Punswick horseshit and then Carter's bullshit. I dunno man, I just wanted to spread my wings and those cocknozzles follow me here.

Alex: Don't let it get to you. You just do your thing and good things will come. I can see you've got all the talent in the world. *leans in closer* But if anything happens to my wife this weekend, that talent won't matter when I get back.

Jos: *laughing* Anytime man. But you don't gots to worry. I never turn my back on a partner. But if you want to go when you're healthy, I'll be sure to show you why I'm Amazing.

Alex: Looking forward to it. *turns towards Jericho* And as for you.

Jericho: Is this where you call me Chrissy? You mock me for something or another. We get into a witty banter contest. One of us attacks the other?

Alex: Any of that could happen I guess, but I wanted to say "thank you."

Jericho: *shaking his head like he didn't hear right.* Excuse me?

Alex: You heard me just fine, Chris. Here's the bottom line...you and I, we're never gonna get along or be friends or anything but you have been friends with one of the people I hold most dear in my life. And she might not be able to express it out loud, but if you had turned your back on her after everything happened, well, it would have hurt her tremendously.

Jericho: It was a wrestling wedding. It's not like I didn't expect something out of the ordinary. And the fact is, maybe it all worked out how it was supposed to. I mean if we did get married, the world would have ended right?

Alex: That's one theory. Anyway, thank you for being her friend. She doesn't think she has many and the few she knows she has, well, let's just say I think they're going to hurt her sooner rather than later.

Jericho: Worried about this Bennett and Saints situation.

Alex: More than you'd think and moreso because I'm still about a month from coming back.

Jos: How is rehab going?

Alex: Let's just say my physical trainer is a master of making me hurt. But I will be back stronger than when I left.

Fire finally makes her way back with the drinks and she's accompanied by the rest of the Darling females. And it looks like they have some company as well as Tyler Black, Jimmy Jacobs, Austin Aries, Melissa Anderson, and a slew of others are standing by with drinks as well.

Spencer: Ashley knows the owner of the place and got us into the VIP section tonight. Let's head on over and we'll meet everyone else showing up before deciding on what the rest of the night holds.

Everyone agrees and grabs their drinks before heading over. Jericho takes Fire off to the side for a moment to probably talk about what Alex just said and Lexie grabs Alex and holds him back for a moment.

Alex: Don't worry. Chris and I just had a nice talk. I'm not going to do anything.

Lexie: Don't care about that. But you and I....we NEED to talk

Alex: Everything okay?

Lexie: Are you serious? No, everything is not okay and I thought you would understand that.

Alex: I tried to make it in town for our birthday but...

Lexie: *shakes her head* It's not that and you know it. Look, my head is all sorts of messed up. So just get back soon and we'll talk about it. But no more secrets.

Lexie walks off to join the rest of the entourage. Fire walks over to Alex and puts her arm around his shoulder.

Fire: I'm so glad you're here, but are you sure the Mayans don't know.

Alex: Yes dear I am sure. Let me ask you something...what's up with Lexie:

Fire: I don't know. She hasn't said much. I know she got into it with Spencer the other day, but yea...I'm not sure.

Alex: Keep an eye on her for me. I mean if you're not busy reforming the Five or anything.

Fire: *sighs* Can we not? Let's have fun this weekend.

Alex nods as they head over to the VIP section which is filling up with other OOWF, indy, and even a few other LBCW wrestlers as well as some WWE and TNA stars showing up.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

FADE in on the National Mall in D.C. Walking alone is Stan Fulton. His iPhone rings and he answers.

"Hi Mai... yes, I know you are Intercontinental Champion... yes I was going to promo and say how proud I am of you... You know I've been without any computer besides my iPhone... no I was not going to Tout. This ain't the WWE... Yes, I received a temporary laptop today and I'll promo in a bit.. it's back in the hotel room... I am very proud of you. I may not be family by blood, but you're my sister, Mai. I'm proud of you always. I'll talk to you soon... Bye."

Fulton puts his phone away and looks up to see a floating camera hovering at eye level.

"Hmmm.

"Well I'm back on OOWF-TV. At least for a while.

"What to talk about. How 'bout the World Tag Team Champions. LD Williams and Stank. Two men who, though never thought to be sweet and cuddly, at least could walk through the locker rooms without being spit upon.

"Not anymore. Pretty much exactly what I said. Moose calls and LD and Stank put aside any respect they had and become pseudo-Moose-es. You held onto those Tag Team Championships by cheating. Now, I'm not above a shortcut or two to achieve your goals, but no one outside of Saints of Sinners thinks what you did was to the standards of two future Hall of Famers.

"Eco and I will take those championships from you. That I promise. And when we do, we'll show you what Hall of Fame standards really are.

"As for my good friend, Mai. Congratulations on your Intercontinental Championship. Juni and I always knew you had this in you. Now you don't have to think you can do it. You know you can.

"To this Wednesday. Bill, Justin. We face each other again. It'll be fun and we'll tear the roof off. Let's make this the match of the night and show the rest of the roster what real wrestlers can do.

"And finally, we have a new General Manager. Mr. Bennett. I've never been a man who looks to the past to build his future. Frankly, all I know is that you're GM now. What may or may not have happened in the past is immaterial to me. I hope we can work together."

Fulton looks at his phone for the time.

"I have a meeting with Sen. Franken in an hour. Hopefully I won't be off your televisions again for this length of time.

And hopefully, Juni and I will World Tag Team Champions. Very. Very. Soon."

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in the bowels of the arena on a pile of crates. In front of him sits an old black and white television set, replaying a clip from Poe's promo over and over again>

You touched my Beloved. You embarassed her. You humiliated her. You made her fear for her safety. The one man I believed I could trust, despite your recent action, I truly believed you would never stoop so low. And Bennett, you touched her. For that, you will indeed pay. I swear this to you.

<Moose sits and stares at the television, a snarl on his face, cigar smoke hanging heavily in the air. He never looks away from the television>

You Beloved swung at me. I defended myself. As for the rest...........your Beloved was not doing her job. You know it, I know it, the whole world knows it. She had to go, but she wouldn't step aside quietly. For months I said she could no longer be impartial. For months I gave her the opportunity to correct her actions, and for months she dug her heels in and refused.

<finally looking at the camera>

She stole my title instead of awarding it to me. A title I won fairly in the ring. She took the title and ran away from the arena like a thief in the night, and I should care about how I embarrassed HER?

<Moose shakes his head and laughs>

Omar, you are letting your emotions cloud your judgment. Neither LD, Stank or I were ever going to lay a finger on her. If she feared for her safety among men she once called her brothers, then that should tell you exactly how corrupt she was. That should tell you exactly how far she had fallen. As for what Bennett did......those were his actions, do what you must.

<Moose sits for a minute and puffs his cigar and watches the loop of the promo a few more times>

Omar if war is what you desire, war is what you will get. Just know this.....while you have enjoyed your retirement.......spending leisure days on the beach, traveling wherever your heart desired, living the life of luxury, I have been in the ring doing what I do best.......slaughtering people. You are soft with time away.........you accuse LD and Stank of lacking intelligence in their decision to burn the OOWF to the ground, but now I ask you Omar........consider your decision.......do not let your emotions write checks your body, your mind and your soul cannot cash.

If war is what you want, I am not a hard man to find. But you now have your Beloved by your side, her time by your side would be better spent frolicking in some tropical paradise rather than holding vigil at your hospital bed.

This is a fight you won't win.

Trust me

<Moose goes back to watching the television and we fade>

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is in the Hallway of Random Conversations, talking on his cell phone.**

LDW: “I don’t like it either Ma, but Jack does what he’s gonna do sometimes…Omar’s in his rights - Bennett shouldn’t have put his hands on her…Lucas and I have it under control - for now…I called Donnie, but he’s not looking to come back - he’s in a good place, and he’s happy with how he left things here.

The kids are my legacy Ma.….Yes, that does make me your lega-Gee thanks Ma, no wonder I’m a bad guy…No, noone is badder than - look, what you and Wally do in - HANGING UP NOW!”

**Williams stares at his phone, shaking his head.**

LDW: <muttering ot himself> “I was going to ask her about El Jobberoo but - yeesh . I need a drink.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*DK Murphy is at a basketball court, shooting 3-pointers from the top of the key. He hits a little better than 1 of 4*

*El Jobbero walks onto the court. DK tosses her the ball, and she hits one from a few feet beyond the 3 point line*

EJ: You hit them better back in the day.

DK: You weren't as good back in the day.

EJ: Things change.

D: I guess

[BookerShark]

DK: You ready to do this?

EJ: Born ready.

*OOWF-TV follows DK Murphy walking down the Hall of Random Encounters. He suddenly accelerates around one of the numerous corners, and SPEARS Chris Evans, while El Jobbero simultaneously hits Evans from behind with a running clothesline, aka a BOOMERANG! Put them together, and it is a CALL OF THE WILD!

El Jobbero pulls her mask off, and we see a woman with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and blue eyes. She pulls Chris Evans up to his feet and shoves him over to DK Murphy, who holds him up in a full Nelson*

EJ: Hello, my name is Daniella Murphy, you killed my father's career, prepare to die.

*DK shoves Chris Evans forwards, and Daniella Murphy hits a Chomp on him.

[BookerShark]

*Matt Folz is walking, and the Murphys hit the Call of the Wild on him. Daniella pulls him up*

DM: Hello, my name is Daniellla Murphy, you killed my father's career, prepare to die.

*Jaime McAllister runs up and throws herself over Matt Folz*

DM: We can do this later.

DKM: OK.

[BookerShark]

*Stan Fulton is, surprisingly, also walking, when the Murphys hit the Call of the Wild on him. Daniella is about to pick him up for a Chomp when Mai Muyo runs in*

*MM: Please don't do this, he is a changed man!*

*DM: And what about you? My brother is a forgiving man, but I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, and after what you have done, I look forward to doing that!

*DK Murphy pushes his sister away from Mai*

DKM: I think she believes that!*

*Daniella Murphy, in a surprising show of strength, picks Stan Fulton up and power bombs him*

DM: I think that I am showing a lot of restraint in not breaking his legs*

*DKM: Think about the Pat Summit incident!

*DM: Like am am the first person in the family to do that!