Midweek Mayhem (5/1) Live from Amherst, Nova Scoti

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Amherst, Nova Scotia
Wednesday, May 1st 2013


World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Saints of Sinners (Stank & LD Williams) (c) vs. Banned From Everywhere

Intercontinental Title Proving Ground[/u]
Mai Muyo vs. DK Murphy

Onslaught Title Proving Ground[/u]
Tommy Wilder vs. Danny Taylor vs. Amazing Jos vs. Jason Allen


Saints of Sinners (Moosehead Jack & Chloe) vs. Poe & Alexis Darling
Christian Carter vs. Alexander Darling
Kai vs. Ghosthead
Firewoman vs. Chris Evans
Texpress vs. Salvation
Daniella Murphy vs. Jeremy Punswick vs. Matt Folz



Card subject to the Little Mushroom People

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*Ghosthead is driving, his wife in the passenger seat, the Maine countryside drifting past, as they ride up Interstate 95 North. Shannon ends a call on her smartphone and sighs.*

Ghost - What is it wife?

Shannon - There was a break-in at our house in Yuma.

Ghost - ...

Shannon - ...

Ghost - I've been thinking about selling it anyway. The only reason I haven't... ... is for sentimental reasons.

Shannon -

Ghost - Torao was happiest when it was just he and I living in Arizona. Now he lives with is mother in Japan... and I... am the Ghosthead Killer. It is time to let old things pass away.

Shannon - Well... you and I only lived there for a year and it's been longer than that since we were there last so... if you want to sell it...

Ghost - Call Simone and see if she can take care of it.

Shannon - I can handle it.

Ghost - No, wife.

Shannon - Let me just tell you what I'm thinking.

Ghost -

Shannon - Okay?

Ghost - Speak.

Shannon - Simone has a lot on her plate. She's taking care of your mom. She's taking care of your brother's club in Atlanta. She's finishing up her last year of study for her Master's degree. I don't think we should burden your baby sister with this.

Ghost -

Shannon - Jared?

Ghost -

Shannon - Husband... are you listening to me?

Ghost -

Shannon - What's on your mind?

Ghost - Taylor...

Shannon - Danny Taylor?

Ghost - I do not believe the matter is closed with him.

*Shannon scoffs*

Shannon - Maybe not on his end, that's for sure. After your defeat you did smack him around with your briefcase last night.

Ghost - That is what I mean... I had an impassioned response to a situation which prior was devoid of emotion. Something has either changed in me, or the design. I'm finding it difficult to look past this to focus on defeating The Kai.

Shannon - What about focusing on what to do about our house?

Ghost - Let Simone handle it.

Shannon - Were you even listening to what I had to say about that, Jared?

Ghost - I heard you. Simone can handle the additional burden. Call her and ask if you don't believe me.

Shannon - You know she will do whatever you, or Lucas ask without complaint, even when she has every right to. She doesn't know how to say "no" to either one of you.

Ghost - The truth is you wish to leave my side.

Shannon - What?

Ghost - You want time away... and the sell of our house is the perfect excuse for you to leave.

Shannon - I never...

Ghost -

Shannon - Look, when you say "leave your side" like that, it makes it sound more permanent than what I have in mind. I would never just up and leave you... but the truth is... I could use some time away.

Ghost - I knew it. The sentiment has resided in you since...

Shannon - Everything with you and the Blood Moon prophecy and Firewoman fell apart, yes.

Ghost -

Shannon - I'm just... I'm just remembering what travelling around with the OOWF was like before I met you... it's fun. It definitely has it's moments... but I'm spiritually, emotionally, and physically... exhausted, you know? Handling the sell of our house sounds like a vacation by comparison.

Ghost - I... regret..

Shannon - No.. don't even start with that. This is not your fault. I knew what I was getting into when you first told me you were going to the OOWF. If I wanted out... I never would have married you.

Ghost - I am pleased you did.

Shannon - As am I.

Ghost - Who am I to stop you from seeking renewal then. If you wish for time away, I will not prevent it.

Shannon - Are you sure?

Ghost - The truth is... I have been unable to parse all the chaos the Saint's of Sinners have disseminated throughout the OOWF. Threads upon first glance, seemingly unrelated, are proving to be tied into it all somehow. Bonds are pulled and in some cases, outright broken. Thus far I have trusted in the strength of some of those bonds to keep you, for the most part, out of harm's way... now...? Let's just say knowing you are away from this...

Shannon - Can help you remain focused on the path before you. I get it.

Ghost - I will impress upon Mr. Bennett to give you the time off.

Shannon - Hopefully I'll be back before the Japan tour.

Ghost - When is that?

Shannon - I think in August let me... check... ... yeah... the week of August 7th.

Ghost - The car needs fuel.

Shannon - I could eat, also.

Ghost - We'll stop in the next town.

*The scene fades to a black Ford Mustang flying up I95 North, twenty one miles behind Ghosthead's car. Moosehead Jack is driving. A heavily bandaged Stank sits next to him in the passenger seat. A heavily bandaged LD Williams and Chloe sit in the rear seats (let's pretend they aren't cramped back there.) Moose has his window cracked open with a cigar in his mouth and a grin a mile wide. Stank stares out his windo- *

LDW - COULD YOU MOVE THE FUCKING SEAT UP??

Stank - Uh.... we're supposed to pretend you're comfortable back there.

LDW - WE just went through bloody HELL last night and I am in pain! I do NOT have the mechanism in ME to PRETEND to be FUCKING COMFORTABLE!

Stank - I told you there would be more room sitting behind Moose, but NOOOOOO... you had to-

LDW - LUCAS, I swear to GOD... I will fucking kill you.

Stank - You're ruining the promo Billy Dee.

LDW - ... .... .

Stank -

*The scene cuts to outside as we see the Mustang SWERVE across three lanes of traffic! Moments later it stabilizes and we cut back inside. Moose's cigar hangs broken in half from his lips, Stank and LD have reopened some of their wounds and are breathing heavy. Chloe looks for all the world like nothing is amiss.*

MHJ - You guys owe me a cigar.

Fade

[BookerShark]

Puns: Mai Muyo! I want, no, I DEMAND a rematch! You beat me with a fucking ROLLUP!! That was a fluke and you KNOW IT!!!! I want another shot at the Intercontinental Championship!!!!! OOWF staff, whoever the fuck books the matches, I WANT A FUCKING REMATCH!!!!!!!

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Apr 29, 2013 13:11:10 GMT -5 @puns said:

Puns: Mai Muyo! I want, no, I DEMAND a rematch! You beat me with a fucking ROLLUP!! That was a fluke and you KNOW IT!!!! I want another shot at the Intercontinental Championship!!!!! OOWF staff, whoever the fuck books the matches, I WANT A FUCKING REMATCH!!!!!!!

Mai Muyo watches Jeremy Punswick’s angry post-PPV promo on the screen. She turns to the camera smiling, Intercontinental Championship on the shoulder.

Mai: A rollup is a fluke? The way you talk about it, it sounds like you think it’s an illegitimate way to win. Jeremy, despite what you may have heard from Moosehead Jack, the purpose of a wrestling match is not actually to break your opponent’s will and crush them beneath your feet. The purpose of a wrestling match is to make your opponent submit or keep their shoulders to the mat for three consecutive seconds. A rollup is one way of accomplishing that second one. I could wave my arms and yell right back at you, “Jeremy, you couldn’t kick out of a ROLLUP?” but that would be silly. As silly as you’re being, in fact.

Now, maybe when you say fluke, you mean it was close. Absolutely. You’re a great competitor. But when the Miami Heat win a game with a last-minute shot that almost didn’t go in, no one shouts “Re-do!” They move on to the next game and give someone else a shot at taking King James down. Right now, Firewoman—the former World Champion, a pioneer not just for women but also for all wrestlers—is next in line for my title after winning a great pay-per-view match. This week, the former Intercontinental Champion DK Murphy gets a chance to join her in line if he can beat me in a one-on-one match.

I have faith that you’ll make your way right back up the ladder, Jeremy. I think you’d do it faster if you were unaligned with our champion Moosehead Jack, who will only teach you evil while never making your growth and success a priority, but I cannot make your choices for you.

For now, I turn my attention to the challenges that lie ahead. DK, I must say that even if I disagreed with some of the reasons you and your sister were angry with me, I truly appreciate your willingness to set aside that anger. It takes tremendous effort to do what you did, and I will strive to be worthy of the respect you have shown me when we enter the ring together once again.

And Firewoman…well, what can I say. It’s hard to imagine a greater challenge at this stage in my career than you. It’s also bizarre in some ways to imagine facing someone I so value as a friend for a championship….but even as I say that, I realize that my feelings are only a symptom of how far away this company has drifted toward the model of the blood feud. Friends should be fighting each other for championships, because healthy competition should produce friendship. No disrespect should be shown with our words or hearts, only with our fists.

Mai smiles.

Lots of smart fans debate what the purpose of the Intercontinental Championship is, but I know exactly what it means to me to be champion. It means I get to provide an example, night in and night out, of what healthy competition in this company should look like, and do it with as many eyeballs on me as possible. Firewoman, in so many ways, this is your company. In so many ways, my success is your legacy.

But in one very important way…

Mai raises her championship.

Mai: ...it’s Mai Time.

FADE

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(The black Ford Mustang has arrived in Nova Scotia at the Amherst Stadium. LD and Stank are heading toward the arena while Chloe gathers Mooses bags and her bags. As they walk toward the arena, they see a gathering of fans, mostly women, surrounding Chad Madison and Zane Myers. A gutteral growl comes from Chloe as she drops the bags. Zane appears to tire of the scene and starts walking away. Chloe turns to Moose who hands her HDBMkVI and nods his head. Chloe takes the bat and begins to shadow Zane. And by that, I mean she creeps along like Wile E. Coyote sneaking up on the Roadrunner. Zane enters the complex and starts walking down the hall, with Chloe closing the gap slowly. As she is about to strike she hears a familiar voice.)

SaT: Yoo Hoo, Gloryhole!

(Chloe turns to her right and sees former General Manager Selena al-Tikriti!)

SaT: I may not like the cowpokes that much, but they're better than you. Smile for the camera, skank!

(Chloe looks at Selena for a moment, turning her head from side to side, then lets out a primal scream and charges and raises the bat to the young woman...and eats a HIEROGLYPH from Poe! Selena looks down and smiles.)

SaT: That was close, Omie!

Poe: The woman is faster than I thought.

SaT: (Snickers) Yeah, at the buffet table. Oh, bitch, something's funny. Your contract? It was for both you and your sister. I don't see PMS anywhere around here. It's something we should point out to our GM. Smile for the camera, slut.

Poe: Goddess....

(Poe offers his arm to his bride and they walk off down the hall. After a few moments Chloe uses the bat to stand up and regain her bearings. She utters a primal scream and begins stalking down the hall. As she walks past Puck Dupp she begins wailing away on the poor unfortunate with the bat, picking him up in a front facelock and hitting the Corkscrew on him, leaving the jobber a bloody and twisted mess. Chloe stands up and smiles.)

Chloe: This might be a good week, after all.

(Chloe skips down the halls looking for the Saints of Sinners locker room as we...)

FADE

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**Stank and L.D. Williams, still heavily bandaged, enter the arena into the Hallway of Random Interviews and are approached by SFJ#47.**

LDW: “-any IDEA how small that back seat is?”

S: “I TOLD you to sit-”

SFJ#47: “Excuse me gentlemen, you survived a brutal war with Alexander Darling and Poe Sunday night. How are you feeling?”

S: “Better than they are.”

LDW: “Omar, Alex, we did exactly what we said we were going to do. We took a hell of a beating, but we gave as good as we got. And, in the end, we were victorious.”

S: “Gentlemen, any time you want to try again, you know where to find us.”

SFJ#47: “Now Wednesday night you’re putting the Tag Team Championships on the line against Banned from Everywhere.”

LDW: “Justin Sane and Awesome Bill, tougher than they look and smarter than they act. They’ve clawed their way to the top of the mountain. Wednesday night, they get their shot.”

S: “Thursday morning - or whenever they get out of traction - they can start climbing again.”

SFJ#47: “Speaking of climbing to the top, The Texpress are reunited and in the hunt for a title shot. They/ve also had a lot to say about you - your thoughts?”

LDW: “Funny thing about measuring sticks - they’re only useful if they’re accurate. If Chad and Zane are the measuring sticks, Stank and I are the standard they’re calibrated to.”

S: “Texpress, you talk a big game. You call us cowards, you call us lackeys, you claim we’re destroying our legacy. Well boys, Bennett or no, we’re not hard to find. In the ring, the locker room, the parking lot or a back alley. Name your time. Name your place.”

LDW: “We are the Saints - no mercy, no remorse, no quarter…no survivors.”

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Christian Carter is seen staring out of his large windows overlooking the city of Chicago. You cant help but see the pain in his eyes. It almost a look of anger but disappointment. He is still looking out when he talks.

CC: It seems to me that I underestimated you...Alexander. I did not see it coming...though I should have. I would have assumed getting your ass handed to you would keep you guessing when it would come again...but as the saying goes when yiu assume...well Im sure you know the rest.

So you finally get back at me by not even laying a hand on me. I lost focus and Jason Allen finally in his long career, beat me. But I wouldnt call it a victory but an assist Jason. We will meet again...and the next time wont have the same outcome. But it looks as if the OOWF has decided to give me a present...thank you Mr. Bennett btw...but all seriousness Alexander...Wednesday is not going to end well for you. It will be a set back to your comeback tour and show,the OOWF tbat Christian Carter is not a low class competitor...but the future. I am the future Alexander...and the future is here and now...My world has engulfed the OOWF...and all the OOWF is just living in it. Welcome to the New World Alexander Darling...MY WORLD...

Camera fades.

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In the training ring, we see Fire and Alex trading moves, but not all that intensely. Poe, Kai and Alexis appear to be done with their workout, but upon looking more closely, they aren't. They have only cleared the ring. Alex and Fire do some more moves and it's clear that Fire is getting more and more frustrated.

AD: C'mon Fire, we have dinner reservations.

FW: No. This isn't a game, Alex.

AD: It's practice, Fire, c'mon--

FW: No, Alex, and don't Alex Iverson me.

Poe: Who?

tK: She means Allen.

FW: I know who I mean.

AD: I'm not....look, we worked some stuff out, my knee is killing me--

FW: Quit fucking babying it, let's go.

AD: It's all good, let's shower and go ea--

Alex's words are cut off as Fire takes two hands and drives them straight into his shoulders, near the clavicles, driving him backward. Poe and Lexie sit up and take notice, while the Kai appears somewhat bored.

AD: Hey!

FW: Who are you?

AD: What?

FW: You heard me.

Fire starts to stalk him around the ring and he slowly walks around backward, not quite sure where this is going.

FW: Who *shove* the fuck *shove* are you? *shove*

He gets up in her face.

AD: I am Alexander Fucking Darling, that's who I am.

Fire doesn't back up.

FW: No you aren't.

P: What's this?

LD: Oh no....I think... I knew she'd gone too long without a meltdown...

tK: Have her meds been adjusted?

LD: No, but it's looking like they need to be.

AD: Fire, I don't feel like games--

FW: I'm not playing. You think I'm fucking playing? You think Carter is fucking playing?

Fire continues to shove Alex around the ring, clearly trying to goad him into a fight. Alex is doing the classic trying-not-to-be-goaded reactions, but it's clear she's getting in his nerves. And it's also clear she's working up to a full on rage that we probably haven't see her do for a while.

LD: What is she doing?

P: I'm...not sure...*he calls to the ring* Lioness....Maybe we should call it a night.

FW: He's gotten the drop on you twice....TWICE...in hallways. You think you can handle him in the ring?

AD: Yeah, I can handle him in the ring....

FW: Yeah? I KNOW Alexander Fucking Darling can....I don't know if you can....

AD: Fire....you need to back off....now.

FW: Really? What are you going to do about it...

AD: Fire....I'm serious.

FW: Are you? How serious. Because if it's any answer other than deadly--

Alex starts to answer but Fire doesn't give him a chance as she shoots her leg out to kick him in the gut, and then hits her double underhook DDT. Lexie starts to run into the ring.

LD: Goddamn it she finally lost it.

Poe grabs her arm. She does NOT like this.

P: Wait, Isis.

Alex slowly gets to one knee, while Fire stands over him gloating.

AD: Don't be so proud of yourself. I let you do that.

FW: Really? Alexander Fucking Darling would never LET someone do that. Even me. Alexander Fucking Darling would have countered that....hell, Alexander Fucking Darling would have seen it coming.

Alex batistalaughs as he gets to his feet and looks down at her.

AD: Maybe Alexander Fucking Darling didn't want to make a lesser opponent look bad.

Fire smiles.

tK: Maybe someone should go get Lucky. Or security.

FW: Really? He wouldn't?

Fire rips off her bandana, revealing the scar underneath.

AD: Put that ba--

FW: Alexander Fucking Darling kidnapped and carved up Moosehead Jack's chest because of a typo. Alexander Fucking Darling kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, and tortured me for three days.

Fire is yelling now. Alex is seething. Fire points at Poe

FW: ALEXANDER FUCKING DARLING BROKE THAT MAN'S ANKLE FOR REAL! Not in kayfabe as part of some dumb angle, but FOR REAL! BECAUSE HE COULD!

Alexander Fucking Darling could handle Carter with his eyes closed. So I ask you again.

She fingerpokes each of the following words.

WHO.

ARE.

YOU.

Not Fingerpokes of doom, as Alex stays upright. He doesn't answer. She backs up a bit, with a look of "I thought so" on her face, that seems to be just what it takes to push Alex over the edge. He kicks her in the stomach, lifts her up and....DARLING DRIVER! Lexie and the Kai rush into the ring, but Alex leaps up and swings them away and they jump back. He turns and sees Fire laying there holding her head. He starts to go for a pin, but then comes back to his senses a bit.

AD: FIRE! Are you okay?

He kneels down next to her and gently rolls her over and she's...smiling?

FW: That's more like it. Welcome back.

He helps her up. Lexie looks at them both and storms off.

tK: That's a dangerous game you play, Fire. Alex...hell, both of you.

P: Yes, well, it gets results...shall we go now?

AD: We'll be along. Fire's right....another hour?

FW: *smiling* If you think you can handle it.

Poe and Kai roll their eyes and leave, as Fire and Alex begin to exchange moves at a significantly more intense rate than before, as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

<we cut to LJ Bennett’s office where Selena and Poe are standing talking to Bennett>

Selena: So, that’s it. It is both or neither. That is how the contracts are written up

<Poe stands there menacingly, Bennett looks nervous, but musters some courage and slowly stands up>

LJB: Mrs. Al-Tikriti, I appreciate your concern, but need I remind you that you are no longer the GM, you are just…..eye candy

<Poe slams his fists down on the table causing Bennett to jump, Poe gets in his face>

Poe: Be careful what you say Bennett, or I will drag you from behind that desk and put you in the hospital……I owe you that much for touching my beloved anyway……

LJB: <mustering fake courage> Mr. Al-tikriti…..need I remind you of the consequences of such actions….

Selena: Just do your job Bennett……Chloe should NOT be here…..

<just then Moose, LD and Stank walk into the office, Poe eyes them, Moose just smirks>

MHJ: I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation…….who was it that rehired Poe? I think that was our FORMER GM <Selena glares at Moose> And…….given the nature of their relationship, I think THAT is a contract that needs to be reviewed, don’t you Bennett?

<LJ just smirks, Poe and Selena seethe, but the numbers are not in their favor. They slowly head to the door and leave. Moose turns to Stank and LD>

MHJ: Gentlemen, will you give me a moment with Bennett?

<Stank and LD leave>

MHJ: One…..you make sure that Chloe’s contract is legal and binding, I really don’t care what you have to do to make it so. Two. I wasn’t playing about Poe’s contract. He can’t just walk back in here on his wife’s say so. Go over it with a fine tooth comb

LJB: Neither will be a problem, Chloe is only a matter of wording…….

MHJ: and THREE <now Moose slams his fists on the desk and gets in Bennett’s face> I saw the lineup……why the FUCK is Fire not getting her rematch?

LJB: She hasn’t earned it. Make her wait

MHJ: <standing back, smirking> I don’t know if you quite understand what I am saying Bennett. Fire gets her rematch. I am not debating this with you, you WILL make that happen

LJB: <eyeing Moose> And if I don’t?

MHJ: I got rid of one GM, do you really think I won’t get rid of another?

LJB: <looking annoyed> so this is how you repay your debts?

MHJ: You hired me in PHWF. I got you the gig here. You see this title? I call the shots. You can either get on board……or you will burn too. The PHWF isn’t even an option for you Bennett. You want to stay here……you do as I, you do as the Saints say. Do we understand one another?

LJB: <glaring at Moose> I’ll get to work on the paperwork

MHJ: <grinning> excellent. I knew I could count on you

<Moose laughs and heads out the door and we fade>

[BookerShark]

We see Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister curled up next to each other on the sofa in their suite, watching OOWF TV.

JM: So, Moose controls our General Manager, who saw that coming?

MF: I know, total shock.

JM: You know that there's going to be a ton of heat coming down on you now that you've officially challenged him.

MF: It's already started.

JM: Your match this week?

MF: Yep, sure it's a total coincidence that I'm in a triple threat match against a woman who's got a blood oath against me and one of Moose's lackeys. And make no mistake, unlike LD and Stank, Punswick IS one of Moose's lackeys. He's probably only in this match to try and injure me.

JM: So what are you going to do?

MF: What I do best. Go out and show why I'm the best pure wrestler in this industry. See, Moose and his puppet GM can do whatever they want. Book me in triple threat matches, book me in handicap matches, whatever. 2 things won't change. Number one (Smiling at Jaime) I'm dating the hottest woman in the world. And number 2, I AM the next OOWF World Champion. Eventually Moose is going to have to face me, and when that time comes, that belt is mine.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Puns: Yes, Mai, I said a roll up was a God damned fluke! A fluke, as in it shouldn't have happened! I'm getting a rematch, like it or not, and next time that title is good as mine. No fucking fluke pin is gonna get me again. I want another shot, and to make it perfectly clear to everyone, in case you ARE able to hit me with a flash pin and pin my fucking shoulders for 3 again, I want that bitch to be a 2/3 falls match. Then even if you are able to fluke your way into a pin, that won't end it. Just understand that you got lucky escaping with the Intercontinental title. It won't happen again.

And Matt Folz. Fuck you! I'm nobody's lackey. However, you were right about one thing, I am gonna go out there with the intention of injuring you. Whatever helps Moose, helps me. Friends look out for one another. But rest assured, I'm not a fucking lackey. I'm Thabo Sefolosha to his Kevin Durant. I may need him, but he needs me too. Don't you forget it, bitch. You make the mistake of disrespecting me like that again, I'll make sure that after our match you wake up wondering just who and where you are. Try me, motherfucker, I dare ya.

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem comes around the corner and goes face to face with Jeremy Punswick. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Punswick: Get the fuck out of my face.

Eco: You know, I'm not one to get involved in my sister's business. She can take care of herself. And I'm not trying to claim I know what your relationship with Moosehead Jack is. But you've got one thing wrong.

Punswick: Is that so?

Eco: One big thing wrong.

Punswick: You want to try me?

Eco leans in close to Jeremy Punswick.

Eco: Thabo. Sefolosha. Is. Kevin. Durant's. Fucking. Lackey. Anyone who says they're equals is lying to themselves out of misplaced loyalty for "team ball." You got that?

Punswick: ...I'm sorry, this is about the Oklahoma City Thunder?

Eco: IT'S ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE OF RECOGNIZING TALENT!

Eco storms off.

Punswick: ...what?

FADE

[BookerShark]

Last Sunday, after Tommy Wilder outclassed me, I was so emotional about my loss, I stormed out of the arena without checking out who I was facing Wednesday.

My 27th birthday was yesterday and despite my heartbreaking loss, I was in good spirits. There was pie, all my friends from OOWF and LBCW stopped by and I got pretty wasted off Vegas Bombs and Jager.

Now that I have time to process everything, I cant help but look at my 4 way proving ground match and smile.

Jason Allen, Danny Taylor and Tommy Wilder...Wow!

Talk about stiff competition. We got Danny Taylor, probably one of the most respected people in all of wrestling. The dude is tough as nails and refuses defeat every chance he gets.

Tommy Wilder, what can I say that hasnt already been said? You're a class act, you kick ass and you are a worthy champion! What you do off that top rope is surreal! Not one man can replicate what you do in that ring!

Jason Allen, duuuuude! You and I have a bitter/Sweet history. You and Carter thought you guys could rebrand LBCW as xGw, but failed. After I put a stop to you guys plans, suddenly a slow change for the better began to come over you. I've been on the fence about your attitude change but this past month has definetly changed my mind about you. We are tied 1-1 in singles matches Jason. Both ending in DQ. You better believe im gonna make a statement when I beat you and get another shot at that Onslaught title. You are one hell of a gifted performer, Jason, so I know this win is no where near a walk in the park.

At the end of it all, I look at this match and smile. I see 4 incredibly talented Warriors ready to prove who's the best and AMAZE the fans. Thats what this bizness is all about!

Tommorow, boys, have your work boots on, because i'm planning to go out there and wreck shop!

Baby brother, Im winning this one for you!

[BookerShark]

The scene opens up and you see Christian Carter sitting down in what looks to be the back of a limo, and you can hear the car stop. The driver gets out and opens the door for Carter grabs his back, tips the man, and walks off camera view. As the camera follows, you see Carter standing in front of an large building, with BLITZ ARENA on it. Carter rolls his luggage through the building, which he just purchased, and walks around the backstage area, and cleaning crews are wiping up and down the old WWA arena, when he comes to a man who has a radio, white hard hat, and some blue prints. It’s his friend Kevin Smash, from the WWA and xGw days.

KS: Dude, you sure about this? I mean this place is a dump.

CC: Hey, I promised my old man I would do this one day…and I will. Just have to make sure things are in order.

KS: Tell me about it…it will take us a week to get this place spotless…and the renovations you want to do…could be months before this place is back up and running.

CC: Well if anyone can do it, it’s you Kevin…Anyways, gotta go check out some things, and get some training in. Tell my sister-in-law I said hi and we will see her in a few weeks.

KS: Tell MY sister-in-law her husband is fucking crazy. And that her sister is going nuts.

CC: Alexis just misses you, that’s all. Besides, YOU married her. On the other hand, my wife is like yours…twins…go figure!

KS: Alright, I’ll get to work on this.

Carter walks to his office, which was cleaned. He changes, and walks out to the arena itself. There are crews there around the clock cleaning, and the ring, which was first tattered and broken, has been fixed, and Carter walks down past the old Cactustron and into the ring, where he stops. The camera crew has continued to follow him, and he decides to make a comment or two.

“Alexander…Lisa is right about one thing…I’m not playing around. You see, for three months, I’ve been busting my ass in OOWF, and what have I gotten to show for it? I’ve caught the eye of the champ, and though that has been a positive thing, the one thing I’ve been lacking was competition. Jason Allen is not competition…Amazing Jos, is not competition…but you Alexander…you on the other hand, can give me what I’ve been looking for since coming here…opportunity.

And I know that sooner or later, Lisa and I will get in the ring, and what do you think will happen when she does? I may take it easy on her…hell her firey attitude could do me some good. But perhaps I’ll just take her, and make an example out of her…just like I’m going to do to you Alexander.

There is no playing around when it come to you. I want you to be at your best, so I can make it worse for you…take you off your comeback once and for all, and prove that I am the future of this company.

By the way…how’s the wheel holding you up? Let’s hope it’s good, because after I deal with you, you’ll be in a wheelchair for the rest of the year. Alexander, WELCOME TO MY WORLD!

The camera fades, as Carter starts to stretch and workout inside the ring.

[BookerShark]

~~~ We fade in to the OOWF interview Banner to find Texpress standing there, chugging Aquafina bottles. They toss them aside and turn to the camera ~~~

Chad: After over Three Months, The wait is finally over. Texpress Rides Again.

Zane: And although we didn't come out on top in Sunday's clusterbomb, you all know one thing, we are still The Measuring Sticks.

Chad: First, our opponents this week, right here in Amherst, Nova Scotia (Cheap pop) Stan Fulton & Ecosystem. Stan, you've taken this gimmick change to heart. In fact, I don't think it's a gimmick anymore. Usually by now you'd have turned on Mai, Eco and done something despicable. For that, we commend you.

Zane: Which makes it all the more curious why you've aligned yourself with Junichiro Muyo. A year ago he was standing side by side with Moosehead Jack. Has he really changed so much? unlike you Stan, Ecosystem has not shown he can truly change. You've made such strides, do not let him tempt you.

Chad: And now, The Saints of Sinners. LD and Stank, it's really easy to toss out an "Any Time, Anywhere" challenge when you know there's no chance it will happen. Bennett will protect his boys, and you'll be safe.

Zane: Just know that we will catch up with you. But unlike you, this isn't about a fight. It's about those Championships. So you can talk all you want about us coming to find you backstage. Those are hollow words.

Chad: And yes, we called you cowards. We called you yellow. Because that's what you've proven yourselves to be. Feel like doing something about it? How about no more hollow, useless challenges. You two put your Championships where your mouths are. That is if Daddy Bennett will allow it.

~~~ Chad flashes the Horns sign and we fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is sitting, enjoying a latte. Moose comes in, as it is the usual time they have coffee, however, Mai skips...yes, skips...by him and takes his seat. Moose sneers and leaves. Fire pretends to be oblivious to all this, and smiles just a bit.

MM: Hi Fire!

FW: Hi Mai.

MM: I'm so excited you've won a number one contender spot for my belt!

FW: Championship, Mai.

MM: Oh right! Forgot. I just have....well, one question.

FW: Shoot.

MM: We're friends, right?

FW: ....

MM: RIGHT?

FW: We're....well, I don't hate you.

MM: Is that friends?

FW: I think for me it might be.

MM: Okay...well, I'll take it.

FW: I figured.

MM: Okay, so since we're friends, does that mean--

FW: Mai....is this a second question?

MM: What? No, this was the question I wanted to ask.

FW: And the 'we are friends' question was not a question?

MM: No, that was more of a clarifier.

FW: Clarifier.

MM: Yeah...because if the answer was no, then my true question would have been irrelevant, so then--

FW: Mai....

MM: Yes, Fire?

FW: Your question was?

MM: Huh? Oh...so....I saw your training session with Alex....you love him, right?

FW: Is that the question? Or is that another clarifier.

MM: Clarifier.

FW: Can you just get to the question?

MM: I assume that you love him, otherwise you wouldn't still be married to him, even though you two routinely commit the sin of adultery and --

FW: Mai....

MM: So my question is, if you love him, how could you be so mean to him?

FW: Huh?

MM: You goaded him into a fight, and then he struck back and...he could have really hurt you! You could have really hurt each other for real and badly!

FW: Mai, I just needed to light a fire under his a--

MM: But you were so ANGRY and VIOLENT....

FW: I get that way sometimes. We've met, right?

MM: It wasn't an act though, just to get him to fire it up. You were REALLY REALLY ANGRY and VIOLENT.

FW: I've lost sight of what the actual question here is Mai.

MM: My question....well, if that's how you are with someone you love..........what is going to happen in our match? I mean, you just said we're friends, and I know you're competitive and would do anything to win, and sometimes you lose it and--

FW: Mai...stop.

MM: ....

FW: You're right. You catch me on the wrong day, the wrong phase of the moon, whatever...I will decimate you in the ring. All sorts of new folks wandering around here, being the baddest of the bad, males and females, all with their edge....

MM: But not you...

FW: Not right now, no. But it's still there, Mai. The nightmares, the dreams of blood so vivid I wake up thirsty...feeling my heart pound in my ears, blacking out to everything but the rage and energy....feeding the flames...

Mai flinches a bit at the memory of Junichiro's burns.

FW: Some days it's more a struggle than others. But you are however forgetting one thing. Two, really.

MM: What's that?

FW: Well, first, you are forgetting that I have no reason to feel that way about you. You've done nothing to me. So while I could conceivably lose control, it's unlikely.

MM: Oh...*frowning*...so I'm not a threat....

FW: Oh, no, Mai....that's the second thing. You underestimate your ability to stop me if you needed to.

MM: You....wait....seriously?

FW: Yes, Mai. And not JUST because you're Sensei's sister. Everyone has it in them. Some are better at hiding it...burying it. On any given day....you could easily do it.

MM: Wow...thanks, Fire.

FW: For telling you how capable you are of ultraviolence? Um....you're welcome?

MM: So I can be all good, and still--

FW: Well, don't get so comfortable with that belt. I think what I have learned recently is that Good never wins for long.

MM: That's not true! The Bible says...

FW: Good never wins because Good is stupid. Are you watching "Once Upon a Time?"

MM: That's a TV show.

FW: And has a hidden truth. Mary Margaret/Snow White is all beside herself because she defended her family. She almost didn't even do that, because she couldn't get over the fact it might mean she has to do something violent. Then when she did, she hid in bed for a month. Saved the town, saved her family. But she had to kill someone to do it, and all she can do is sulk, opening the door right up for Evil to walk right back in.

MM: But....aren't you good now? A face now?

FW: For now...

Fire gets up and walks away, deep in thought.

[BookerShark]

<Moose leaves the coffee shop and wanders outside and lights a cigar. He just gets comfortable when Matt Folz shows up>

MF: We have a problem

MHJ: No, you have a problem, I have a cigar

MF: You are fucking DUCKING me? Of all the bullshit cowardly things to do……

MHJ: Let me ask you this Folz, what have you done to deserve a title shot?

MF: Who walked out of the ring

MHJ: who won the match

MF: You fucking got lucky, won’t happen again

MHJ: I guess we’ll never know

<Folz starts toward Moose, but Moose doesn’t move>

MHJ: the way I see it, you have three options

<Folz stops for a moment and glares at Moose>

MHJ: One, go to the White Hats and tell them your sad story, see what kind of response you get from them. Two, attack me right now and see how fast the Saints of Sinners put you out of commission for good

MF: And three?

MHJ: Suck it up and wait your fucking turn

MF: This is fucking bullshit. I am the best wrestler in the company, I DESERVE a title shot!

MHJ: <looking at Folz with a shit eating grin> You know what I live by Matty……decisions have consequences, right?

MF: That has NOTHING to do with this

MHJ: Oh but it does Matty. Think back, I stayed out of the whole New Guard bullshit. That was your thing, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t care. I had my own shit going on. But you couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you. You made it a point to attack me in the parking lot and drop me on my head

<Folz just stares at Moose>

MHJ: You thought I forgot, I don’t forget. Decisions have consequences Matty

<Moose blows a cloud of smoke in Folz’s face, he just stands there, now with a smirk on his face, waving the smoke away>

MF: You’re right Jack. Decisions DO have consequences <leaning in close> and pissing me off is the worst fucking decision you’ve ever made

<Folz turns around and walks away, Moose takes a long drag on his cigar then yells after him>

MHJ: Don’t worry Matty! You’re time will come…….one day…….maybe

<Moose breaks into hysterical laughter and we fade>

[BookerShark]

Folz starts to walk away, then thinks and turns back and walks towards Moose again.

MHJ: Forget something?

MF: I don't mind waiting my turn, I understand that Lisa Darling is entitled to her rematch, and that Ghosthead has as much if not more of a claim to a title shot than I do. But, assuming you get by those two, you and I are eventually going to be face to face in the ring. And when that happens, I'm walking out of the ring with that belt around my waist. And if you don't believe that.... just watch what I do to your lackey Punswick tomorrow night. Oh, and one more thing

Folz knocks the cigar out of Moose's hand.

MF: I don't smoke, and detest the smell of cigarettes and cigars, blow that repulsive shit in my face one more time and we're going to have a problem.

Folz turns and walks away as we.... FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in backstage in Nova Scotia. Just walking out of a house show is Salvation. Stan and Eco talk quietly to themselves as they walk to their car. As it happens, they meet Texpress, also heading to their car.

ZM: “Stan. Juni.”

SF: “Zane. Chad. Bridgette.”

CM: “Great match tonight against Moose and Chloe.”

E: “You guys had a classic against Stank and LD.”

B: “Listen, shug, we have to get back to the hotel. Good luck tomorrow.”

SF: “Thanks, Bridgette. Have a nice night, guys.”

Texpress and Bridgette, climb into the Mustang and drive off.

E: “That was overly friendly.”

SF: “We’re all faces. Shouldn’t be any other way. If we want a shot at the tag team titles...”

CM: (from far off) “Championships!”

SF: “... we’re going to have to beat Texpress one way or another. Either to prove we’re number one contenders or for the titles. This time it’s to prove we’re the next in line.”

E: “But do we have to be so... nice?”

SF: “C’mon. I want to get some sleep. We have a TV taping tomorrow.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

*The Murphys are in the Destroyitarium, being interviewed by a generic male journalist*

DK: I do respect Mai, even though she still is hard to figure out, but it's not going to be "Mai time" tonight. Nothing personal, but she is in my way. Stamford is a ways away from Boston, but I'm going Boston Strong! *flexes biceps, smiles*

GMJ: Daniella, your thoughts about tonight?

Dee: My thoughts about tonight would give you nightmares, little man. Folz, you know the drill. Sunday night didn't settle anything. Punswick, fair warning...you are going to wish you were playing basketball if you get in my way.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in LJ Bennett's office.

LJB: So you get your rematch.

FW: Uh huh. I'll believe it when I'm standing in the ring with him.

LJB: Now about this other thing...this....trainee.... I don't think--

FW: I figured that's the direction it would go, but I'm hear to tell you you don't have to think. Fortunately for you, I have friends on the board, and one of them is here.

Bennett looks up, eyes wide, and sees John Ross Ewing come into view.

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JRE: Ma'am....Mr. Bennett...good to meet you.

John Ross gives him a firm handshake. Bennett recovers.

LJB: Well, Fire....never figured you'd go for a pretty boy.

FW: I don't. This is business.

LJB: Uh-huh.

JRE: Believe me, Mr. Bennett, I've tried. She keeps business and pleasure pretty separate.

LJB: Okay....what does a bored oilman-cowboy want with a wrestling promotion.

JRE: Like you said....bored...needed something to do. I've had shares for a while, just recently I've felt the need to get more involved.

LJB: And your involvement is....

JRE: I'm going to ask that you go ahead and allow signing Ms. Firewoman's trainee. What could it hurt?

LJB: And if I don't?

JRE: I think the answer there is again, what could it hurt.

LJB: Are you threatening me, Mr. Ewing?

JRE: Nope. I don't do threats, Mr. Bennett. My daddy taught me to never threaten a man to get your way. Always convince him that your way is his way too.

LJB: ....

JRE: ....

LJB: Uh huh

FW: I however, do make threats.

LJB: As well I know.

FW: Mr. Bennett, if I have a trainee, a protege, if you will, I will be far less likely to be paying attention to what it is you're doing and make it my personal business.

LJB: ...

FW: ...

JRE: ...

LJB: Fine. Whatever. Take your pet project. What do I care. Now get out both of you.

Firewoman smiles as John Ross, ever the gentleman, gives her a hand standing. They walk out.

JRE: That was easy.

FW: Bennett is putty in the hands of people more powerful than he is. Thanks for the assist. I didn't want it to get messy.

JRE: So....there's time before the show tonight...you wanna--

FW: No, John Ross....I told you. Business only. Besides I have a match against Chris Evans who I am assuming will show up tonight. I haven't seen him since the PPV. Even so, he's a former champion so I have to go get ready.

JRE: He's no match for you.

FW: Don't I know it. No reason to get complacent though.

Firewoman smooches him on the cheek.

FW: See ya later.

Firewoman walks away. John Ross watches her go before heading toward his limo.

[BookerShark]

(Chloe is in the Saints of Sinners locker room. She appears to have either had a rough workout or just got back from one of Moose's fight clubs. She seems..distraught.)

Jack gave me a mission. To take the DDT title from that big cowpoke. Jack is patient. I'm not. I won't fail him again. Zane, watch your back. Anytime, anywhere....

(Chloe's tone turns wistful)

Tonight, I team again with the World Heavyweight Champion. The only man to believe in me. The one true icon in this sport. A three time Grand Slam Winner. Our opponents, another legend in this business, a true icon in his own right.

(Chloe's tone turns questioning, confused.)

Except...he's taken his eye off the prize. He's joining with the White Hats. How can someone so truly, deliciously evil, side with the likes of the Darlings? And dark goddess, you resume your place at your masters side? Lexie, have you truly gone soft?

(Chloe's tone becomes soft and seductive)

It's such a shame. Our match Sunday was … deliciously violent. Too bad it had to end so prematurely. Pretty much like your encounters with Alex, no doubt. I'd love to go again with you, Lexie. Tonight will be...so much fun. Let's ditch the guys and make it happen again. I love it when you bleed, Lexie. I truly do. Let's do it again....

(Chloe begins to slowly build into a rage)

Tonight the leader of the Saints of Sinners and his faithful, loyal, disciple join in battle with a former colleague and a forever enemy. Our battle will be fierce, the outcome undisputed, for I AM A MARTYR, I AM a Saint of Sinners. You will FEAR US in your Death. Baptized in the blood of the innocents.

Make no mistake, Lexie, Jack and I both know you're better than anyone around here will give you credit for, even those in your so-called family. And Poe, your legend speaks for itself. But that was then, and this is now. And your little Pop Tartlet? Keep her out of the way. I will not be responsible for what happens the next time I see that little scunt.

(Chloe drops to her knees, crucifix in hand)

Poe. Dark Goddess. You are powerful. Jack and I are better. Your blood will be ours. We will bleed you. We will end you. Trust me.

(Chloe rises, rage burning in her eyes. She folds her hands around the barbed wire crucifix and bows to the camera.)

Namaste. Bitches.

FADE

[BookerShark]

We see Fire walking from Bennett's office, as the John Ross walks towards his limo, you can see Christian Carter come out of the shadows, looking at Fire...with her being unaware, Carter comes from behind, and nails her with a chair in his hand. Fire, unable to protect herself from the first shot, tries to put a hand up when Carter hits her with a second one. He looks at her laying in pain, unable to get up...

CC: Lisa...I know you can here me, so listen closely...this is all due to Alexander. It's his fault I did this to you...It's his fault he made this personal. You see Lisa...I'm not a bad guy once you get to know me...but I take exception when someone costs me a match, especially like the one against Jason...

Lisa...I know your hurting...but when you see Alexander, I want you to give him another message for me...tell him he can't protect his family...tell him he can't protect his women...

Carter drops the chair, and heads off towards the Saints and Sinners lockeroom. He walks in, and sees Moosehead, and the rest of the Saints...

MHJ: Glad you could join us...where have you been?

CC: Giving your sister a message to give to Alexander.

Camera FADES!

[BookerShark]

*Back in the Destroyitarium, a crowd has built up, eager to watch Mayhem. The Murphys are sitting at the elbow of the bar, talking quietly while Dee is busy texting; then DK walks over to join DVD and DDT in a booth. Danny does a double biceps flex and shrugs his shoulders.*

DK: Lots of cousins in Boston. Came over to wish you luck, buddy, not that you need is. You're the man in an Onslaught Rules match!

*They exchange fist-bumps*

DVD: You OK?

DK: Never better! How about The Kai?

DVD: He's a pro. He can deal with Ghosthead about as well as anyone can, but that is a tough match-up for anyone. Speaking of which... *looks over at Dee*

DK: I know. She might get a little carried away.

DVD: A little carried away?

DK: Maybe maybe more than a little. She's in a good mood about Jason Collins, so maybe she'll keep it together more than usual.

[BookerShark]

Tommy Wilder is being interviewed in front of the OOWF banner, pre-match -

SFJ: Tommy, tonight you are part of a Proving Ground match against 3 wrestlers, any of who could be gunning for your championship.

TW: Well, ANYONE in the OOWF could...heck SHOULD be gunning for this (slaps the belt). But yeah, I'm looking forward to this test.

And I MEAN that this is a test for me. 4 awesome competitors. Different styles - one guy I've wrestled a lot, 2 I've never crossed paths with.

This is like standing at the top of the 80 ramp for big air - you can have cross winds, uneven boards, a bad kicker, some really HOT chick in the front row -

But ultimately, it comes down to you and gravity. The big drop - then how high can you get? How big do you go? 720, 1080? MORE? Gravity IS gonna pull you down. It's not about that. It's how hard are you gonna fight it? How much will you put on the line? How big?

The OOWF is like that ramp. I hit the ring, and I got the opponent, the crowd, the energy...

Then I have That Moment. Me. And Gravity.

That moment is my Proving Ground. How far can I go? How high? 720 splash? 1080?

I have to face the question - How big can I go?

And I answer -


Fuck Gravity.

Offspring's Original Prankster fires up....


LETS GET WILD!