[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Sapporo, Japan
August 6, 2014

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Stan Fulton vs. Ghosthead

OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat
Stank vs. Spider McNulty vs. Jose Reyna

OOWF Onslaught Championship Three Way Dance
Rory Albright vs. LD Williams vs. Alexis Darling

Non-Title Match*
Strength in Silence vs. Saints of Sinners

Chris Evans & Ecosystem vs. Texpress
Murphy's Law vs. Crash & Burn
Danny Taylor & Mai Muyo vs. Banned From Everywhere

*If the OOWF waives the no compete edict between Power and Chloe

Card subject to. Nothing. Nothing at all.

[wyattcox]

(Post Pay-per-view press conference. Several members of the Board of Directors are present along with GM The Nate. At one end of the dias is Power, holding her half of the Tag Team Championship, with Sunny and the Bodyguards. At the other end is Chloe and Moosehead Jack.)

Nate: Ladies and gentlemen of the press along with our fans watching on OOWF-TV, thank you for coming. As you are not doubt aware, when the OOWF signed Power to a contract several months ago, a series of matches was planned between Power and her sister Chloe. However, due to the extremely violent nature of their relationship, particularly following the Gauntlet Match which took Power out of action for two weeks, the board decided to put a halt to their meetings inside the ring.

Chloe: She got her ass kicked.

Power: Four on one, sis.

Chloe: Didn't matter. They carried you out.

Nate: Ladies! Following demands from both sides, the OOWF has decided to lift their ban on matches pitting the two sisters together, and on Wednesday, Strength in Silence will take on the Saints of Sinners in a non-title match. Power?

(Power walks up to the podium, smiling toward the Saints.)

Power: I've been waiting on this for a while. You see, my sister has been poking at me for some time. Chloe stonewalled ever getting at me in the ring in a fair fight. She always had to do something to jump me from behind. (Holding up the belt respectfully) It took Shane Tuska and I winning these Tag Team Championships to get her interested in getting into the ring with me. And now that Strength in Silence has surpassed Power and Glory's title reign, she finally wants a piece of me.

Chloe: You've been running...

Nate: Miss Neal, you'll get your chance.

Power: This is it, no more running, no more hiding. Chloe, you, me, face to face. I'll prove once again, that Power is better than Glory, every time. Bet on it.

(Power takes her seat next to Sunny. Sunny kisses Power on the cheek as Chloe stomps up to the dias.)

Chloe: I was content to let things be, but after your interference in our match tonight, sis...

Power: Payback's a bitch, isn't it...

Nate: Edra, please...

Chloe: The board kept us apart inside the ring. Now there's no excuse. No reason. Jack and I want those Tag Team titles.

Chad: (From the back of the room) Championships!

Power and Chloe: (In unison) SHUT UP CHAD!

Chloe: Here's the bottom line. Bring your boy. I'll bring the man who took a raw rookie and turned her into the most violent, the most destructive, the most unbelievable weapon in the OOWF today, and show you what a real tag team is about. You and your boy do your flippy shit. We'll just break you. And then we will end you. (Looking at Sunny) And just for good measure, I'll take your girlfriend out too. She needs a real woman again.

(At the mention of Sunny, Power stands up and steps toward Chloe.)

Power: Don't even think about it.

Chloe: And what do you intend to do about it, Sis?

(Moose steps up to back up Chloe. Sunny and the bodyguards step up behind Power. Nate gets between both parties.)

Chloe: Careful, boy. You remember I have issues with authority figures. Allegedly.

Nate: Keep this hostility for the ring. As of now, the ban against Power and Chloe competing in sanctioned OOWF matches is lifted. And this press conference is over.

(Power and Chloe glare at one another as the cameras fade...)

[snelson66]

FADE in on OOWF Medical. Having his numerous lacerations, bruises and possible broken ribs tended to is the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton. The doctors walk away, probably to find more gauze and wrapping, and the ninja-cam hovers closer.

“Well, Jared. I told you I would do this. You said it wasn’t going to happen and that I should fear you.

“Here we are then. About to board that plane to Japan. And you’re going to step into that entryway without this.”

Fulton holds up the title belt.

“I admit that you gave me one hell of a beating. But I knew that would happen. But this time you didn’t have the Suicide Kings interfering. You didn’t have any arbitrary time limit to save you.

“You had to face me until there was a winner. A ‘clear-cut’ winner. And now that’s the case. Wednesday night you get your contract-clause-mandated rematch. Neither one of us will be at full strength. We’ll have damage that will not heal for some time, if ever.

“But I will prove again to the world that I am the most worthy of being OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. You will fail.

“But I’ll give you this, Jared. Even when you fail on Wednesday, I don’t think you go to the back of the line. You took me to the limit. Few in this company can do that and still stand afterwards. I can respect that. Just like the Saints did by allowing you to walk out on your own. We respect ability and drive.

“Speaking of drive, Matt Folz. Congratulations on your victory over Christian Carter. I know it’s not how you wanted it to end, but sometimes you have to take the result over the journey.

“I said that when I won this...”

Fulton pats the title belt.

“... I would give you a shot at it. And that still stands. I’m going to prove that at least in this arena, the Vikings can kick the Packers ass from here until the Super Bowl and beyond.”

Fulton pauses and then looks down at the championship belt.

“Finally, I want to dedicate this victory to the man who has made me what I am today. Moosehead Jack. This one’s for you, my friend. I am still your Hwarang. I am yours to command.

“The OOWF is put on notice. The Saints of Sinners have the World title, the Intercontinental title and soon the tag team titles.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[Angle]

*Fade into Ecosystem and Chris Evans’ locker room*

Eco: Hey Chris, you alright?

Evans: Yeah, I’m fine, Eco, just…kinda shaken up, ya know? Kinda comes with the whole getting smashed on the head thing.

E: Chris, I am so sorry for leaving you out there like that.

CE: Its fine, Eco.

E: Really?

CE: No, not really. But I’ll get over it. Least you tried to save my ass. Anyone else in this company would have just left me there.

E: You kinda do have a reputation about you.

CE: Its weird, though. I mean, I wanted to show just how dominant that we are as a team, and we would have, if not for the fact that Allen had to go and grab a chair before we could really start working. By the way, how is he doing?

E: Chris, that’s not funny.

CE: What are you talking about? I mean, granted I can barely remember anything from last night after that shot to the head.

E: Chris, you may wanna take a look at this.

*Eco shows Evans the footage from last night’s match*

Allen is not done though, he grabs Evans and throws him over the top rope to the floor and follows him out. He grabs another chair and hammers Evans on the back and back of the head, then drags him to a table set up under the stage. He lifts Evans for a suplex, and brings him straight down on a chair BRAINBUSTER! Allen gets up and starts swinging at staff that is trying to stop the onslaught. He rolls Evans onto the table, then climbs onto the ramp and walks to the top of the stage and looks down at Evans. Allen walks behind the curtain and comes out with an impossibly tall ladder and sets it up, grabs yet another chair and starts climbing. He gets to the very top and raises the chair in the air and steadies himself…….just then the MASKED MAN IN BLACK runs out from the back and starts rocking the ladder!

Allen screams at the masked man, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? He throws the chair at him, but the masked man easily avoids it and starts tipping the ladder. Allen yells in fear and falls off the ladder, Evans rolls off the table and Allen falls, catching SOME of the table, but mostly hitting the concrete floor! The crowd goes silent, wondering if they just saw a man die. Evans waves to the back, and medics race from the back and start working on Allen. The masked man remains for a moment, then turns and walks away without so much as a second glance. Allen is quickly loaded onto a stretcher, Reyna gets there and sees his friend in seriously bad shape and looks at Evans……then shakes his head sadly and walks away. We will try to update Jason Allen’s status as it becomes available.
CE:

E:

CE: Fucking hell.

E: They don’t know if Allen is ever gonna be able to make a full recovery.

CE: Nearly took me with him, too. I’ve heard of making an impact, but even I wouldn’t go that far, and I’m the guy who led the attack that broke both of Outback Jack’s legs and gloated about it afterwards.

E: Chris, you know you really need to let that one go. Nobody cares about that anymore.

CE: Murphys Law would probably like to have a word about that.

E: Point taken.

*fade to black*

[dkmurphy]

*Murphy's Law are watching OOWF TV*

DK: Are we people who let bygones be bygones?

Dee: Generally, no.

DK: Agreed. This week, we have Crash and Burn, so looking forward to a test of skill. Evans, you are a walking dead man, you just don't know it. Saints, we are just getting warmed up. Dee?

Dee: I have just begun to unlock my potential. After talking to the original Empty Team today, I am ready to take it to another level.

[Amazing Jos]

*Darkness surrounds a small room as Jose Reyna sits against the wall with his knees to his chest. He hides his face behind his kneecaps, his eyes still exposed.*

*Nothing can be seen but two faint lines of light that look to be the top and bottom of a door*

*Jose stares intently as his mind races*

"Jason Allen is gone for good. There was nothing you could do about it. Boo-fucking-Hoo"

"Jason was more than an equal advasary, more than a tag team partner... He was family..."

"Well if you consider that pussy family, lets hope you don't break as easily as he does.."

*Raises an eyebrow*

"Who do you think fucking did it? Junchiro? Foltz? Corbitt? Carter? CLAUSE?!"

"I'm afraid I have no clue... At this point, everyone is a suspect."

"You really think this shit bags work is done? You're next and if you dont find the bastard, you're gonna get your neck and spine snapped, too!*

"How will I be able to find this piece of trash? The odds are insurmountable!"

"I doubt this was an outsider. Its like 9/11, it must have been an inside job!"

"The perpetrator is in OOWF? What do we do?'

"If we can't hunt this fuck down, we are gonna burn this company down, piece by piece! Either he shows his face or he burns with OOWF!*

"Who do we start with first?"

*BUZZ!*

*The cell phone of Jose lights up the room with a text message."

*The name of the sender reads "Junchi-Ho"*

*Jose picks up and reads the message*

"Jos-ki, sup d00d? As Sherriff Deputy GM, I thought i'd toss U a bone and throw u in tha IC Title match b-tween Spider McNulty and Stank next show. Holler, player, Wh00p Wh00p! -JM"

*Jose re-reads the message over and over*

"STANK and SPIDER MCNULTY"

"Our first targets acquired, betch!"

*The door is kicked open and Jose Reyna strides out of the closet and into another room. He is covered in blood from head to toe. Still wearing his old wrestling gear and face paint.*

"Before we do something we might regret, shall we try and get more information on what happened Sunday?"

*Reyna stops in front of the limp body of an old man in a tattered and crimson soaked security guard uniform. The guard wears a torn and dirty "Amazing Jos" mask.*


Jose: I don't see why not. *Behind the smeared face paint and blood, emerges a sinister grin like no other.*

*Reyna bends over and picks up the guard with both hands, by the shirt collar*

Jose: *gets face to face with the guard* Now tell me how that masked fellow got in the building and through the crowd... Or it won't just be your blood on your hands! *Smiles*


*Fin*

[Carter]

Christian Carter can be seen sitting in a restaurant, head bandage from the sledgehammer shot he took. He doesn't look happy, and even less content. He starts talking to someone...

"It wasn't him...he was with Lexi and me the entire time. It was someone else, making a statement and a fool to us. I for one am pissed!

The camera zooms out and Jose Reyna is sitting across from his fellow King.

"We do not attack our own, no matter what."

JR: Yet, you and I have history...you and Jason have history, and you recently tried to have us put on sabbatical...

CC: That was unfortunate...but it was to get you fucking head in the game...you and Jason should still be tag team champions...but it's not all your falt Joey...I was part to blame for that. As your leader, I didn't motivate you enough, and for that I'm sorry...but it wasn't him.

JR: Your right...we need to figure out who did this.

CC: And you will. I on the other hand need to find Alexander Darling, take that fucking sledgehammer, and shove it up his fucking ass!

Looks at the ninja cam...

CC: Darling...I didn't think you would ever sell your soul to the devil...Lisa on the other hand...I had her the traitor. It seems that I under estimated you. A trait that I will not repeat again. Take it from me, you will pay for this, and I'm going to be right there when it happens.

You cost me the chance to get rid of a vermin in the OOWF by the name of Matthew Folz...he may have kept his job, and I said it, this is the last time I fuck around with him...now it's on the bigger and better things...now it's on to Fulton.

Stan, congrats is in order. As a former Saint, job well done taking Jared out. But let's not forget, now that target is on your back, and I'm coming for it...just like everyone else is. Make no mistakes about it, I know you don't like me, hell I don't particularly like you either, but once a Saint...always a Saint. Just remember that.

Juni...I don't know what game your playing keeping me out of the lineup this week, but believe me, there will be hell to pay, and I'm not one to follow doctors orders and lay low...I'm coming to Mayhem...and I'm coming to get answers once and for all. Answers about how it is that you were given this interim GM position...very coincidental isn't it.

Carter gets up from the table, as Jose gets up and follows him...the camera fades.

[Sportsguy]

We fade in to a darkened room and see just a silhouette of Matt Folz.

MF: Please excuse the darkness. I'm not trying to steal Moose's gimmick, I suffered a severe concussion Sunday night and my eyes are still sensitive to light. I'd like to apologize to the great wrestling fans of Japan for being unable to appear on this week's card. I have nothing but fond memories of the Japanese crowds from my time before I joined the OOWF, and hope to make an appearance next week in Blood Pond.

Stan, I haven't had the chance to watch the match yet but I hear congratulations are in order. I know everyone has a target on you now, but I want you to remember one thing, I have an automatic title shot coming my way once I've recovered. Don't get too comfortable with that belt there buddy.

Christian Carter, I'm going to do something I'd never thought I'd do, I'm going to thank you. Thank you for keeping your word and leaving the Kings out of it and deciding to win or lose like a man. I don't like you and never EVER will, but there is a certain honor in what you did.

Unfortunately, there was someone who interfered in that match. I'd like to take a moment and address the insufferable, egotistical asshole named Alexander Darling. It's no secret that we've never liked each other, but I have to admit that I bought it. All your 'retirement' speeches, all the lies you told most of the locker room I bought them hook line and sinker. Hell, you ALMOST had me feeling sorry for you. And what do you do an hour after your heartfelt speech to Danny? You get involved in a match that didn't concern you in any way shape or form because you couldn't fucking stand being out of the spotlight for 30 seconds. If my career had ended Sunday because Carter beat me on his merits, I would have been fine. I knew the risks when I signed the contract. But what I can't accept is you inserting yourself into my business trying to destroy me with a sledgehammer. I was barely conscious, but I seem to remember you issuing a challenge. You want a piece of me motherfucker, you got it. Hell on Earth: Matt Folz vs. Alexander Darling with your career on the line. Eco, book the damn match right now.

FADE

[Doug]

Dashing Victor Deniro is sitting at a table going over some files when Ashley plops in the seat across from him. For a moment Vic doesn't respond, and just continues to leaf through his documents. Finally Ashley waves a hand in front of his face drawing his attention.

Ashley: Earth to Vic, you home buddy.

DVD: Sorry babe, wrapped up in my thoughts, what do you need?

Ashley: Just wanted to see what you thought about the PPV fallout.

Victor leans back and rubs his chin deep in thought.

DVD: Fulton is one tough bastard, no doubt about that. Hopefully Danny can work his way back up the ladder to get another title shot. Let's not forget, the first time that Danny and Stan met for that belt it did end in a rather controversial manner.

Ashley frowns, not satisfied with this response.

Ashley: That's not what I meant.

Vic just shrugs his shoulders.

Ashley: I was talking about what happened with Alex.

DVD: Yeah, that was well executed. If he was looking to make an impact, no doubt that he did.

Ashley: So you approve of what he did?

DVD: I didn't say I approve, but I do understand.

Ashley' frown deepens.

DVD: Look, he had the falling out with Lexie, meanwhile all the crap with Fire going on. It was a lot to deal with, then he finds out the Fire was pulling a fast one, and before he can confront Carter, Folz steps in and ends up stealing that thunder. I can see why he would feel like he needed to make an impact. (slight pause) I don't think I would have done it the same way, but it's the choice he's
decided to make.

Ashley: But Eric gave him the sledgehammer. Don't you think this means he's part of the WWE invasion?

DVD: WWE invasion? (Vic lets out a deep belly laugh surprising Ashley) Please, this is just a distraction.

Ashley: Distraction?

DVD: Yeah, It's Eric, he does this every six months or so, he shows up and it's a white knight, or brass knuckle kings, or Shawn Johnson, or Mr. E or whatever, then he gets bored and wanders away again. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if at Hell on Earth if Vince stood in the middle of the ring, and pulled off a mask revealing himself to be Eco saying "it was me all along."

Ashley: (pouting) You really aren't concerned?

DVD: Babe, I live in the real world, if WWE decides to take us over, it isn't happening in some in ring invasion, it will happen in the board room, and that will be someone else's job to handle. So I'm going to spend my time worrying about us doing our jobs.

Ashley: And what are our "jobs"?

DVD: (pointing down to his papers) My job is to find who was responsible for running Danny down. Danny's job is to win matches and work his way up to facing and beating Fulton for the OOWF championship, and your job is to help run the bar and be the best girlfriend that Spencer can ask for.

With that Victor goes back to leafing through his papers. For a moment, Ashley just sits in silence, before gently laying a hand on top of Victors.

Ashley: I have one more job, and that's worrying about you guys. Be careful okay.

Victor smiles a genuine smile.

DVD: Don't worry we will.

FADE.

[Shane Tuska]

Cut to whatever gym the OOWF roster has staked out in Japan. Spider McNulty appears on screen, clad in red and white tiger stripe Zubaz, a blue spaghetti strap Powerhouse Gym tank top, and a blue do rag. He's got some huge dumbells in his hands, pumping out some heavy shrugs in the mirror. He squeezes out a few last reps when he stops abruptly. The camera pulls back, revealing Stank, dressed like it's actually, you know, 2014, with his Intercontinental Championship draped over his shoulder and snarl on his face. Spider quickly racks the weights and turns to face Stank. 

Stank: Just how in the hell did you get a title shot? Didn't I just whip your old ass?

McNulty: (cackles) Indeed you did, big fella. 

Stank: So what gives?

McNulty: Your guess is as good as mine, Mt. Everest. Maybe it's 'cause I'm still pretty big over here. I had a pretty good run with All Japan back in the 90's, ya know. Went to a double countout with Misawa at Budokan Ha--

Stank: Shut up, I don't give a damn what you did when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth. You and Reyna got no chance of walkin' out with this belt, got me?

McNulty: Oh, I gotcha, kiddo. Watch your step there, though. 

Stank looks around and notices that several of the gym's patrons are Japanese wrestlers who have stopped their workouts to form a semi circle around the proceedings here between Stank and Spider.

McNulty: (cackles) Look here, Tons Of Fun, I ain't exactly a legend in these parts, but I earned myself a decent amount of respect and made a few friends... So if you got designs on maybe pickin' a fight here and now, you didn't bring nearly enough back up. Got me?

Stank looks around disapprovingly and turns to leave. 

Stank: Your time in the ring is almost up, old timer. You got not chance, don't you forget that. 

McNulty cackles and slaps one of his friends on the back as Stank exits the frame. 

McNulty: Ah hell, I'm just full o' surprises, Lucas. See you soon!

Fade.

[Carter]

It seems that I am mistaken...Folz, you are crazy. Daling must have hit you real hard for you to thank me. You should be thanking Darling because if he didnt interfere, youd be on some beach drinking cocktails with wifey. But to challenge Darling to a career ending match, uber nutso Matthew.

But I like it...I like it alot...but just one question Matthew, why do you get all the fun? I owe Alexander...

Carters expression gets a bit darker.

owe him because he kept me from putting you down. He kept me from putting you on that beach...he kept me from taking the thorn known as Matthew Folz out of my side..it seems that I need to do something that I really dont want to do, but I know I have too...I want in on all the fun...triple threat...Alex Darling vs Matthew Folz vs Christian Carter...and believe me...after its all said and done Matthew, you wont be thanking me...you'll be on your hands and knees begging me to end your suffering.. Now you can book it Juni!/i]

Camera fades

[Amazing Jos]

*OOWF cameras show Jose Reyna sitting on an old throne, in the middle of a dark room. The only light emits from the fire place nearby on the right side. Blood can be seen splattered all over the room*

*His left leg hangs comfortably on an armrest. He holds up his head on his right fist on the other arm rest.*

*The Space City Slicer wears a robe, under a slick suit and donnes his gothic face paint. A beat up crown sits on top of his head, tilted down forward a little. He looks cleaner and more composed than before.*

Jose: Last Sunday on PPV, the one person I could blindly trust in this company, had no choice but to abandon me. No farewell celebration, no ga-ga, no grand finale for a man who was not only a gifted athlete but was also a brother to me.

Jason Allen never even had the chance to say goodbye as he was carried out on a stretcher. Horror, Silence, and pity are the last memories that people will remember of this King.

And that sickens me.

It not only sickens me, it makes my blood boil! *Slams fist on armrest as he sits up*

To the person responsible for this heinous attack, I pray you are watching this. Because I will find you and I will make you wish you never existed. I don't know your intentions and I don't know your identity, but I will flip this entire company upside down, until we are face to face. I will make everyones life a living hell until I have the masked perpetrator in my grasp!

Everyone from Security to the Saints to Christian Carter to the good people at catering are a suspect. If you people can not stand the shoot first, ask questions later approach, then you better give up the person I want!

But as a wise man once said, one end is another beginning. Which brings me to my match this Wednesday..

Spider McNulty, you may be an accomplished veteran,but I guarantee you have NEVER faced someone such as myself. This Wednesday, after all these years you have been in this business, you will finally know the true meaning of PAIN! I will break your knees and use your legs as a pair of ski's, unless you give me what I want.

Stank, firstly, I could give two cares about any kind of truce between the Saints and the Kings. Please be aware that I will slice you up and down that ring like I would to anyone else! Also be aware that if winning your IC title will get you to talk, so be it! At this point, im going to do anything and everything, until I get what I want!

OOWF, you've been put on notice. You give me who I want soon or I will burn down what is left of this damn company!

Who ever took out Jason... one word of advice... *leans in closer to the light, revealing half of his face as he grins* Run... Its the only thing that will delay your fate!      
 
 

[madjack]

Wilder and Miranda are talking strategy after polishing up some of their double team moves….

TW: You know, the set up for the Low O2 is pretty sweet. We got a couple of follow ups we could do…

MW: Yeah… a couple…

TW: Yo, partner! You out on the surf somewhere?

MW: (Looks at Wilder) Huh? Sorry a little distracted.

TW: Yeah, I noticed. What's up? We're not gonna get anything done here until you talk it out… So spill, 'randa.

MW: I'm just frustrated by this losing streak. THREE chances at getting the title back and we keep coming up short.

TW: Yup. Sure did.

MW: HOW can you be so calm? Doesn't it bother you?

TW: Sure, for a bit. But it wouldn't change it into a win, ya know? Gotta leave what's past in the past. Besides, you wrestle frustrated or angry, karma is gonna catch up. You'll make a mistake at some point, or get yourself DQ'd or the like. Then it's another loss. And if you start looking too far ahead, you're head ain't in the game, and you'll end up chewin' blacktop. Gotta stay zoned in on the here and now, ya know?

MW: Seems pissed off works for some…

TW: What, you think we need to be like the Saints or 'Kings to win?

MW: No. I gotta make my own way.

TW: You want to split?

MW: No! We make a good team. It's just…

TW: Yeah, I get it. Not everyone rolls like I do. My old surf Bodhi used to say "Let go of what you have no control over. You can't change the weather, the wave you get, the wave the other guy gets, or how they surf. You gotta take the wave you have RIGHT NOW, let go, and surf your ass off."

MW: Yeah… I guess.

TW: AND, what else is bothering you? Lemme guess – Chad?

MW: I don't like seeing him get booed by the crowd.

TW: I can imagine. Hurts him, hurts you. What's the man got to say?

MW: Not much, he isn't talking a lot lately.

TW: Then talk to HIM. If he ain't talking, maybe he'll listen. And if that don't work – sic Bridgette on him.

MW: (Chuckles)

TW: OK, let's grab some lunch and talk about the Murphys. This is gonna be a bit of a clash of style, to say the least.

MW: OK, maybe we can meet Chad and Zane there. They might have some ideas.

TW: Sounds like plan!

(Crash and Burn head toward the cafeteria)

MW: So… Bodhi? Like Patrick Swayze in Point Break?

TW: Seriously? THAT'S your reference? Geeze… does that make me… Keanu Reeves???

MW: Nah. He's better looking.

TW: HEY!!!!

(Fade)

[blownspot]

*Stank is stopped in the hallway by SFJ#2*

SFJ#2 - Congratulations on your title-

*Stank and the Sexy Female Journalist look around waiting to hear Chad Madison protest and get nothing but silence.*

SFJ#2 - Hmmm?

Stank - Okay... please continue.

SFJ#2 - Your title def-

Chad - CHAMPIONSHIP!

Stank - *sigh*

SFJ#2 - *Planting her fakest smile* ... "championship"... defense was successful at the Territorial Beatings 9.

Stank - Did I win? Yes, but I wouldn't say it was successful. I didn't get the chance to make Lexie tap out because her boyfriend decided to stick his nose where it didn't belong. To that end Jose Reyna I wouldn't worry about any notions of a gotdamn truce between our two groups getting in the way of my whoopin your narrow ass.

Carter... that's the ONLY one you get. Saint or no.

Oh.. and somewhere in the midst of your psychobabble, Jose, I thought I might have heard you imply that I had something to do with your partner getting all fucked up... as if I gave a rat's ass about you, or whatever-his-name-was. Quite frankly weirdo... you guys haven't done a gotdamn thing for me to conjure up enough passion to say hello, much less put on a mask just to run out and fuck up your partner. Then again you aren't all there, are you Reyna? Tonight it should be your privilege to step into the ring with me. Tonight you step into the ring with greatness. This is the big leagues, boy. Man up, or get beat.

As for Spider McNulty... you're big. You're strong. I'm bigger and stronger. Then again you know that. Tonight I suspect you'll give it your all, but the result will be the same as last time you and I fought. I will walk away STILL the OOWF Intercontinental Champion.

Don't believe me...?

Fade

[wyattcox]

(A random SFJ approaches Power and Tuska, Strength in Silence as they leave the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center following their final workout before Mayhem. Before the SFJ can reach them, Sunny snatches the microphone from her and sends her away. The interview banner falls behind them, and it looks to be old school interview time.)

Sunny: You see before you two of the most underrated professional wrestlers in this company today. The strongest, most powerful woman in professional wrestling, if not in all of professional sports, Edra Neal, who proves every time she gets into the ring why she is called Power. And a man who is the most skilled, the most vicious Cruiserweight wrestler today, Shane Tuska. I will admit it, I doubted the potential of this team, but you can't doubt history, and the success of Strength in Silence is indeed taking off.

Now to one Chloe Neal. You forget something when you speak of the fact that your puppetmaster Moosehead Jack carved a raw rookie into what you are today. You forget that your sister, likewise, was a raw rookie when you both won those Tag Team Championships. You forget that you ran away while your sister tended to family business. And you forget that you were back here months before she was, and your sister did something you hadn't in all the time you came back. She found a partner – better than you – and won those Tag Team Championships back. At Midweek Mayhem TONIGHT, you will be forced to admit something that I found out a long time ago.

(Sunny lovingly embraces Power as the stone-faced Power can't supress a smile)

That Power is better than Glory. Every time. And I mean...every time. Over and over...

(Tuska clears his throat)

Uh, yes, tonight, these two will prove WHY they are the Tag Team Champions, and why there is Strength in Silence. Bet on it.

(Sunny leads Power away, leaving Tuska to shrug and walk away as the cameras fade...)

[snelson66]

Author's Note: This appears chronologically before the Stank promo.

FADE in outside of the Hokkaido Prefectural Sports Center, the venue for tonight’s show. It’s early in the morning (perhaps 3:00 or 4:00 AM). A limousine pulls up to the backstage entrance. First out steps the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. Fulton’s dressed in a dark suit and he carries a sword in a black lacquer scabbard. He motions to another vehicle, a black SUV which pulls up behind the limo.

Fulton nods at the driver and a half dozen young Japanese men, also in dark suits with swords, step out of the SUV and take places around the entrance. As they do, their movements show that each is carrying a loaded weapon in a shoulder holster. Fulton leans back into the limo and says something then holds the door for the rest of the Saints, who walk out of the limo and into the arena. As they do, the yojimbo follow until all that’s left outside are the vehicles, their drivers and the champion.

Fulton steps into the arena and is accosted by a reporter with OOWF-TV.

SFJ: “Good morning, Mr. Fulton.”

SF: “You’re up awfully late, Miss...?”

SFJ: “I’m Candy.”

SF: “Of course you are.”

SFJ: “Why the small army?”

SF: “It would seem the Masked Man is now hunting wrestlers. Add to that Alexander Darling has finally snapped and it just makes sense that the Saints have some extra insurance to be sure that doesn’t happen to us.”

SFJ: “You don’t believe you can handle what’s thrown at you?”

Fulton, after being ambivalent about the interview now turns angry.

SF: “Hardly, toots. Sun Tzu said ‘Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.’ By choosing when and where to go to war, we’ve already won.”

SFJ: “Where were the Saints tonight?”

SF: “Celebrating. Moose obviously knows people here, as do I. We've all been going pretty hard lately and I suggested that when we landed, we needed some time to let off some steam. It’ll cost us a few thousand dollars to make repairs but it was worth it. Now we’ll rest and get ready for tonight’s show.”

SFJ: “Any personal thoughts on tonight’s rematch with Ghosthead?”

SF: “Not much different than my thoughts Sunday night. Neither Ghosthead nor myself are going to be one hundred percent tonight. That’s just the facts. We had a brutal match three days ago then had a long flight to Japan. We've neither had the rest required to recover.

“That being said, we’ll go out there and have a Match of the Year candidate again and I’ll ... again ... walk out of Sapporo (cheap pop) the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. I’m sure Matt Folz, Christian Carter and Alexander Darling will want a shot at my Championship. That’s just fine. Matt’s earned one, Carter’s whiny enough to get one...”

SFJ: “And Alexander Darling?”

SF: “I’ll admit when I’m wrong and I may have been with Darling. You’ll notice I don’t call him Reek any longer. He stepped up. He stopped with the emo/whining/’oh poor me’ crap he’s been in since he got married. He showed some heart, some energy. He might be worthy again of a title shot.”

SFJ: “Might be? He’s a Grand Slam Champion. He’s had more title reigns than you have.”

SF: “There’s two sides to this coin. First, has Alexander Darling earned respect with his resume? Of course he has. No one doubts this. And it doesn't matter if we like him or not, he’s earned respect.

“The second part is what have you done lately? Do you have the heart still? Why was I granted a shot at this Championship? Because I went out there every freakin’ night and put on a show. Did I go through the motions? Hell no. I was on the mic nearly every week. I did the house shows. I made my appearances and was rewarded.

“Alexander Darling has one side of the coin, but the other? No. One night being a bad-ass with a sledgehammer doesn't prove your heart’s into it. Going around clubbing everyone in the head doesn't either though. Let’s hear him. Let’s hear his passion. Let’s see it in the ring again. If he still has it, he’s welcome to take his shot.”

SFJ: “Last thing, why are you carrying a sword?”

SF: “Doesn't matter if you’re fighting crazy wrestlers or zombies.”

Fulton pulls open his jacket to show he too is armed with a handgun. Looks like a Heckler & Koch VP70.

SF: “Eventually, you run out of bullets.”

SFJ: "So those bodyguards are permanent?"

Fulton points at the arena door to see said yojimbo leaving.

SF: "No. They were for tonight. Wednesday night is all about the matches. Ghosthead? Enjoy the pain."

FADE

[Shane Tuska]

Strength in Silence and Sunny appear on screen. They fist bump and Power and Sunny continue on down the hallway of something or the other and Tuska enters a dressing room occupied by Spider McNulty. McNulty has his shoulders and knees iced down and he's leaning up against a row of lockers. Nearby is a laptop, playing video of the Mayhem promos and recapping the PPV. 

McNulty: Shane-o! How was the work out?

Tuska nods and gives a thumbs up. He motions to the ice packs adorning his friend. 

McNulty: Ayuh, this old body needs a bit of ice after flyin' a million miles an' throwin' heavy iron around. Gotta keep the ol' knees greased an' shoulders swingin', kid.

Reyna's promo plays on the laptop, and both Tuska and Spider watch intently. After it cuts, McNulty raises an eyebrow toward Tuska. 

McNulty: You been known to don a hood once in a while an' do some sneakin' about, Shane-o. You know anything about this geek what took out Allen?

Tuska shakes his head. 

McNulty: Ayuh, ain't yer style anyway. Hell if I know whodunnit. This fed bugs me out. Danny's crew is on the witchhunt for the chump behind the wheel o' that car that ran him down, an' now we got some kinda vigilante takin' out Allen and makin' Reyna even more nuts than he already was. An' here's us, partnerin' up with Power, the world's strongest perpetual date rape victim. 

Tuska frowns hard at that reference. 

McNulty: Sorry, Shane-o, jus' callin' it like I see it. We gotta get Power ta see the light, if you get my meanin'. And hope to hell we don't get run over by a truck or shot by a Japanese gangster in the meantime (he motions to the monitor where Fulton's promo is now playing). What a whacked out fed this is. 

Tuska nods.

McNulty: Lookin' around the locker room, an' it seems like everybody's got problems, big problems, you know? But I tell ya what, kid, I ain't never had a problem I couldn't punch out. (cackles as they fist bump) You and Power worry about keepin' them bel-- er, champeenships, I'll worry about how I can use Reyna as a club to beat Stank's head down into his big ass shoulders, an' then we'll see what we can do make this place a little more sane. Whaddya say, Shane-o?

Tuska nods and gives a thumbs up. 

McNulty: You say 'bout as much as usual, eh kid? (cackles) Let's get our gear an' clock in. 

Fade.

[blownspot]

*We catch Ghosthead mid-way through a conversation with a hooded figure whose back is turned to us. They are both speaking in Japanese which the OOWF crew is able to translate for us.*

Ghost - [She told me you would be in the United States.]

HF - [There is business I must attend to in TNA]

Ghost - [To what do I owe this visit, Mutoh?]

*The camera pans around as the man removes his hood, revealing himself to be The Great Muta*

TGM - [You no longer call me, master?]

Ghost -  ...

TGM - ...

Ghost - [Is she ready?]

TGM - [No. Her kami is as tumultuous as yours once was.]

Ghost - [My wife told me-]

TGM - *interrupting* [Your wife does not know her as I do. She is not qualified to assess-]

Ghost - *interrupting* [When will she be ready?]

TGM - [Perhaps a minute from now. Perhaps never.]

Ghost - [You owe me, Mutoh. After all I have endured... do you seek release?]

TGM - [I do not much care for your tone, Desuberu]

Ghost - ...

TGM - ...

Ghost - [Why are you here, then?]

TGM - [Believe it or not I care for my proteges. Even ones as unscrupulous as yourself.]

Ghost - ... I am no longer your protege. [You cast me out.]

TGM - [We both know why I had to. You're the only American I've ever-]

Ghost - *interrupting* [That is no longer true.]

TGM - ... [Nonetheless... I simply wanted to... see you before I left for the United States.]

Ghost -

TGM - [When she arrived at my dojo... she told me that she sought clarity on what happened betwee-]

Ghost - I do not wish to revisit the past, old man.

TGM - [You will show me the respect that I am due, seirei.]

Ghost - [... Forgive me. I am disturbed by the loss of my World Championship.]

TGM - [To lose is to gain... Do not forget.]

Ghost - ...

TGM - [You should know that Nakumura is no longer amongst us. The path is clear for you to return if you wish.]

Ghost - I now walk a different path.

TGM - [... of course.]

Ghost - ...

TGM - [My business in the U.S should not take long. No more than a few weeks at most. When I return I will check on her progress. Though I am not sure you will get the results you are looking for.]

Ghost - [That might concern me if I thought you knew what I was looking for.]

*The Great Muta bows his head and rises to his feet. He speaks in English this time.*

TGM - Then I wish you well on your journey through the OOWF and good fortune in regaining the World Championship tonight.

*Ghosthead rises smoothly to his feet from a lotus position on the floor.*

Ghost - That is a considerably more... pleasant... farewell than our last.

TGM - I... want to make amends. Hopefully my training of her will go a long way towards doing so.

*Without another word, The Great Muta bows, turns, and walks out of Ghosthead's locker room as the camera fades to black.*

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Sapporo, Japan
August 6, 2014

DANNY TAYLOR & MAI MUYO vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

Insane in the Brain brings out Justin Sane and Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. They walk down the ramp because Drunkey was banned from the arena for leaving special presents for the Suicide Kings. Arctic McBearington brings out the cooler for Ellie Mae, who follows the entourage.

Hero brings out Mai Muyo and Danny Taylor, who both circle the ring slapping hands with the fans before climbing into the ring and shaking hands with Bill, Justin, Arctic, and Ellie. Bill and Arctic offer refreshments to Danny and Mai, and both politely decline. Bill, not wanting to waste a freshly opened Mason jar, downs the fluid, shakes his head, lets out a rebel yell, and promptly falls flat on his face. Ellie Mae and Arctic roll Bill out of the ring, Danny steps out of the ring, and it's Mai and Justin to start.

Justin asks Mai for five dollars. Mai hands him a bill, and Justin turns to stuff the bill into his boot. As he turns back around, Mai rolls Justin up for a two count. Justin gets up angrily and goes face to face with Mai. Justin tries to push Mai but Mai pushes back and Justin falls into the ropes and gets tangled up. Justin flails about and with the help of the referee gets out of the ropes. Justin wanders back into the center of the ring where Mai catches him in a side headlock. Justin pushes Mai off into the ropes, and then hits the ropes himself. Mai and Justin criss-cross until finally Mai stops and Justin keeps going. Bill finally steps into the ring and tells Justin to stop. Bill tells Justin to turn around and Mai and Danny dropkick Justin into Bill, and both fall out of the ring.

The referee interprets the collision as a tag, and Bill comes into the ring, again offering Danny, who tagged in, a drink. This time Danny accepts the offer, and they toast each other before locking up. Neither one can make much headway against the other, and finally Bill falls down, taking Danny down in sort of a hip toss that catches Taylor off guard. Bill somehow follows up with the Ellijay Express and Taylor is down! Bill heads to the top rope thinking he will fly...but as he takes off Taylor is up and grabs the Awesome one with a Powerslam! Taylor tags Mai who comes off the top rope with the Savior Splash! Mai covers, and Justin finds himself tangled in the ropes and unable to make the save.

Winner in 7:45 – Danny Taylor and Mai Muyo

Mai helps Bill up while Danny helps Justin out of the ropes. Arctic and Ellie Mae pass around beverages and a good time is had by all as they wander up the ramp.

MURPHY’S LAW vs. CRASH & BURN

Wilder and Williams are out first to much cheering. They slap hands on the way to the ring. Miranda isn't as into this as Tommy is it would seem. They get in the ring and get the ref check.

Murphy’s Law come out to their music and get about the same amount of crowd-love. They however do not shake hands and make a beeline for the ring. Both are zeroed in on Crash and Burn. They never take their eyes off their opponents, even during their ref-check.

The bell rings and off we go.

DK starts off for his team against Miranda. DK rushes Miranda, but she’s not a rookie. Williams sidesteps DK and catches him a drop toe hold. DK face plants the mat and Williams is quick back to her feet and drops three elbows on the back of Murphy’s head.

Williams locks in a cross face submission move and pulls back hard on DK’s head. DK has his arm out straight and reaches for the bottom rope. Williams tries to hold him back from the ropes, but finally DK manages to get his hand on it.

Miranda releases the hold as soon as the ref tells her to. She rolls to her feet and tags in Wilder.

The next ten minutes are filled with Wilder pulling out every wild-with-abandon move and DK, or Daniella when she gets tagged in, kicking out. This ends with a dropkick that knocks Daniella over the top rope to the floor.

DK and Daniella regroup on the floor near the ring post in their corner. Tommy is over in the opposite corner talking to Miranda when he gets that look in his eye. He leaps up on the second rope next to his corner, then to the top turnbuckle between the two opponents’ corners. Then he runs the top rope until he gets to the Murphy’s corner and flies off and planchas on top of DK and Daniella.

All three are laid out on the floor, with DK getting the worst of it. Wilder slowly rolls into the ring on the far side from his partner. He slowly tries to get to Miranda, but Daniella is in the ring and does a double-foot stomp on Wilder’s back. He howls in pain and now it’s time for the Murphys to dose out a bit of controlled violence.

Wilder gets the brunt of this damage and finally gets Miranda tagged in, but DK, now in for his team, starts right up on her without missing a beat. DK lands one of the prettiest dropkicks you’ll ever see to the back of Miranda’s head and she goes face first into a turnbuckle. Her neck audibly makes a snapping noise as she crumples to the mat.

DK tags in Daniella who waits for Miranda to get up. Miranda shakes the cobwebs out and twists her head around. Looks like she’s going to be able to continue.

Daniella and Miranda lock up in the middle of the ring, collared-elbow like. Just then the bell rings.

THIS MATCH HAS REACHED ITS 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT AND SHALL BE DECLARED A DRAW.

The crowd yells “let them fight” over and over (in Japanese), but there’s only so much time the arena can be open tonight so this one’s over. The four combatants shake hands and raise each other’s arms as we go to commercial.

TEXPRESS vs. CHRIS EVANS & ECOSYSTEM

Match TBAL

STRENGTH IN SILENCE vs. SAINTS OF SINNERS – Non Title Match
The Saints of Sinners - Moosehead Jack and Chloe - are out first to a chorus of boos. Moose merely smirks at the reaction, while Chloe actively taunts the fans, egging them on. They climb into the ring and pause to drink in the boos, then Moose slumps in the corner and Chloe kneels beside him. The OOWF Tag Team Champions, Strength in Silence, receive a much more positive reaction. Shane Tuska and Power pause on the stage to acknowledge the reaction, then make their way to the ring. They climb into the ring and Shane silences the crowd before they lift their championships high. They hand the belts to Spider McNulty, and referee Angelo Barros calls the teams to the middle of the ring, gives them their instructions, and calls for the bell.

Power and Chloe stand nose-to-nose exchanging words, so Barros sends their partners to their corners. Chloe decides she’s had enough talking and tries to slap her sister, but Power catches her wrist, winds her arm, and flips her to the mat. Chloe rolls right to her feet and walks into a palm strike to the jaw. She staggers back, and Power drops her with a standing clothesline. Power leans over to pick her up, and Chloe grabs her hair and yanks her off balance, then brings her knee up to drive it into Power’s face. She sweeps Powers legs and then pounces on her, driving punches into her face until Barros drags her off. Chloe snarls at the referee and pushes him away. She returns to her sister but eats a boot to the face. Power explodes off the mat and spears Chloe. They tumble across the mat, neither gaining the advantage, until they reach the Saints' corner and Moose tags himself in.

Moose hauls Power to her feet and slams her into the turnbuckles. Chloe gets to her feet and they work Power over with punches and kicks. When Barros' count reaches four, they pull Power out and Chloe buries a fist in her midsection, setting her up for a DDT from Moose. Chloe exits and Moose covers, but Tuska is in to break up the cover at two. As Barros sends Tuska back to his corner, Moose pulls Power to her feet. Power shoves him off and swings, but Moose blocks it and fires back with a chop to the throat. He follows up with several forearms and sets her up for a piledriver, but Power blocks. She tries to reverse into a backdrop, but Chloe is in with a kick to the head that sends her to the mat. Moose lands on his feet and drops a knee into the back of her skull, then hauls Power back to her feet. He tries to set up the heart punch, but Power breaks free and stuns him with a European uppercut. She heads for her corner, but Chloe slaps Moose on the shoulder and leapfrogs overs him to tackle her sister. Power continues to crawl for her corner, but Chloe sits on her back and pummels her with fists. Barros demands a break, and Chloe gets up, dragging her sister to her feet and pulling her back into position for an inverted DDT. Before she can hit it, however, Power turns in her grip and reverses into a northern lights suplex. She bridges, but Chloe kicks out before two. Both ladies roll to their feet and Chloe goes for the eyes. This knocks Power back, and she reaches out to tag in Tuska.

Tuska vaults over the ropes - and lands with Chloe's knee in his groin. He stumbles back, and she shoves him into the ropes. She aims a kick, but Tuska blocks it and spins her around, clapping his hands over her ears. He grabs Chloe around the waist, spins them around, and plants her with a German suplex. He pulls Chloe up and pushes her into the ropes, then sends her across the ring and plants her with a powerslam. Moose comes in as he covers, and Tuska breaks and rolls to his feet. Moose manages to stop the elbow he was about to drop, and instead slams it into Tuska's head. Barros tries to step in his way but Moose shoves past the official and throws another elbow, but Tuska blocks it and nails a forearm of his own. He bounces off the ropes and hits Moose with a dropkick. He rolls to his feet and grabs Moose, but Chloe drives a kick into his kidneys. Power comes in to help, but Barros cuts her off. While they argue, Chloe pins Tuska’s arms and Moose goes to the ropes. Moose goes for the Busaiku knee, but Tuska manages to dodge. Power yanks Barros out of the way just before Moose hits him. Moose lands hard, and Power kicks him in the face as he gets up. She grabs Moose while he’s off balance and sends him hard into the corner. She charges after him, but Chloe drags Tuska into her path. Power manages to stop just before colliding with her partner. Chloe grabs their heads and tries to slam them together, but they hit twin elbows to the midsection and take her over with a tandem hiptoss. Before they can follow up, Moose levels them both with a double clothesline. Barros tries again to get Moose out of the ring, but gets completely ignored. The referee jumps back out of the way of Moose’s backswing, then immediately has to drop to the mat to avoid being brained by a Tuska back elbow aimed at Chloe. Barros rolls out of the ring and heads to the timekeeper’s table, calling for the bell.

NO CONTEST

After the match: Ringing the bell has absolutely no effect, as the two teams continue to brawl. Moose takes Tuska over the ropes with a clothesline and sets him up on the Antiguan announce table. Before he can follow him up, Power comes off the apron with a double axehandle. Chloe is right behind her, diving through the ropes and spearing her sister into the table. The fight shows no signs of stopping until officials, security, and a number of OOVWF trainees flood ringside and finally manage to get everyone separated.

<OOWF ShopZone commercial>

As the refs and stagehands get ready for the next segment, the lights in the arena dim and an old song blasts over the speakers it’s LL Cool J’s “Don’t Call It A Comeback” and the crowd gets very hostile as WWE representatives come out. Eric O’Mac leads the way, but he has some backup with the likes of Seth Rollins, Jey & Jimmy Uso, Paige, Dolph Ziggler and a smattering of NXT wrestlers. As the lights come back up, we see the stage hands were setting up for Eric’s interview segment 15 Minutes of Fame. As Eric steps into the ring and takes a seat on one of the chairs, a microphone is handed to him.

EOM: Man, it feels weird to be back in tiny arenas like this. Now, the last time I was around you people, you loved me. You couldn’t get enough of the redemption story of the fallen Eric O’Mac. To see the depths I had fallen when none of you cared, but here I am busting my ass to reclaim some of that glory and that’s when you care. It made me take a long look at who I was and who I wanted to be. And who I wanted to be was someone who embraced my heritage. Embraced the legacy owed to me. Reveled in the fact that I am part of wrestling royalty. Hell, my family name is truly the only one that matters in wrestling. And when my father came to me and explained his plan for revenge on this place that had forsaken me to the depths of despair, well I couldn’t wait to help.

And that brings us to where we are today. The OOWF would like to pretend that we don’t exist but we do. They’d like to act that they can continue their normal day to day operations but they can’t. Because if they do that, they’re portraying the fact that they would be scared of us. That deep down, they know the true talent in this business resides in Stamford, Connecticut. Well, almost all the true talent. See, when I fell into the gutter and reached the lowest of the lows there was one true friend that helped me out. There was one person in this shithole of a company who reached out and lifted me up. And recently, I’ve watched him start that downward spiral. Where he’d reached every milestone, but didn’t feel whole. Where he had the whole world in the palm of his hand, but something was still missing. And then he started seeing those people closest to him turn their backs to him. The lying, the manipulations, and yet he held steadfast in his resolve and he was on the cusp of calling it a career to try and find his happiness. But I know this man and his happiness resides in this ring because I have faced no one tougher, no one better, and it was time that someone made him remember exactly who he was. And when he was about to walk away from it all, I made an offer he couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse. So, I, Eric O’Mac and am here to welcome back, the one, the only…The Darling of Professional Wrestling. I give to you ALEXANDER DARLING.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE booms and leads right into vintage “Prelude 12/21” by AFI before we hear a new mash-up of Alexander’s music of Porcelain & The Tramps “King of the World” and Queen’s “Princes of the Universe.” The spotlight is shining on the stage as Alexander Darling steps out and gone are the hoodies that had become a trademark and in their place is a custom-made black pinstripe suit. It’s very reminiscent of the Alexander Darling who first appeared In the OOWF. The crowd is still unsure how to respond but the boos are starting to outweigh the cheers. Alexander casually makes his way down to the ring and seems intently focused on avoiding the crowd’s reaction and instead of doing his usual slide under the bottom rope, he makes his way around the ringside area and locks eyes with most of the WWE contingent. A nod is shared between old friends Rollins and Darling, and an appreciative up-and-down look is given to Paige before Alex climbs the steps and climbs between the ropes. He grabs the second microphone from Eric and motions towards the corner. Eric nods and we still get some of the Alex we’ve come to know as he takes a perch on a turnbuckle.

EOM: Looking good Alex.

Alex: Feeling good Eric.

EOM: Let’s get right to it because I really don’t want to spend anymore time here than I need to. What’s obvious is that these people want to know what is going on with Alexander Darling. It was just 3 short days ago when it seemed like you were about to retire, but yet here you are. And it was also just 3 short days ago, where you made a challenge to Christian Carter & Matt Folz for Hell on Earth. Now I’ve got to be honest about that challenge, it’s a lot to risk and it doesn’t seem like you’re getting anything out of it. So, Alex…what is going on in that head of yours?

Alex: Let’s start with a little history lesson. Ya know, it was a little under 10 years ago right around this time that I was making my first real impression on the wrestling world by defeating and nearly ending the legendary career of Poe. I took the most prestigious WRESTLING belt in the world at that time and said it meant nothing to me. I threw it down and spit on it because if they couldn’t embrace me, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to embrace their symbol of excellence. And then I came here. To this company. To the OOWF. And once again, people wouldn’t embrace me, but this time I embraced that hate. I bathed in the hate of the crowds that followed the OOWF around like sheep. I was hated. But then a strange thing happened, some of those people who hated me just so happened to be the wrestlers in this company who the fans hated more. And because I was on the opposite side of guys like Chris Cole, Capslock, the Heels, even you Eric, and LJ Bennett and his master, Moosehead Jack I somehow became a conquering hero.

But in all that time, nothing changed about me. I was still the same cocky, arrogant, better than everyone else in the world Alexander Darling that arrived in this company but perception had changed. Reality hadn’t, just perception. So when Run DEA formed, it wasn’t a total shock that I was involved and become exactly who everyone expected me to be, but what mattered to the people was that I somehow convinced their precious heroes Davin Moreland and Texpress to look out for their own self-interests over the interests of the many. They blamed me for it. And I embraced that even more. I thrived in the role of enforcer for Run DEA. I was the guardian angel for Davin Moreland. But then Chad & Zane couldn’t handle the fans not liking them so they turned tail and ran home and came back and lied to everyone. But they get forgiven. They convince Davin to turn his back on me in the middle of a match and I get blamed. Davin saw the light…fuck that, Davin saw the money and went for it. Because at the end of the day, it’s all about perception.

So, I moved on and refound myself. True, I had to do it in the depths of the OOWF locker room as Poe reformed me back into his protégé. But then he pushed it too far and then I get blindsided once again by the lies of those closest to me. Firewoman, my closest ally of all-time, just so happens to be the sister of Moosehead Jack, my worst enemy of all-time. But I take their joining of forces along with Poe, LD, & Stank and I use that as fuel. The Five become everything I needed. They become my catalyst to embrace my true destiny. Say what you will about them, and I’ve said my share, but without The Five, Alexander Darling doesn’t become ALEXANDER DARLING.

So, I rise to the mountain and for the first time, I actually start changing who I am and I will admit, I liked being the good guy. I liked being able to stand for something. I liked being one of the few shining lights in a dark, dark world. And then, my life got even brighter as I was able to reconnect with Firewoman. Maybe it wasn’t how anyone could have planned or expected, but for us it made sense and it worked. And we’ve had our ups and downs, but for the most part, life was good. Work was good. We were both successful, we became Grand Slam Champions together and everything seemed to be perfect.

But perfection is just a misstep away from failure. Reaching that pinnacle of the mountain, I know I thought I was invincible. I took on all challenges and made them push me. And one of them pushed me further and from a height I never thought I could drop from. Ghosthead, if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand time…you made my career and life flash before my eyes. You changed everything about how I perceived this business. You made me doubt myself more than anyone ever has. I stood toe-to-toe with five of the nastiest wrestlers this business has ever produced and I rose above them. But you, you made me into something I hated seeing in the mirror.

And it was that doubt, that fear that I had reached the pinnacle and there was nothing more for me to achieve that allowed people to think they could step over me. Use me as a stepping stone to greatness. Christian Carter can show up and form his Kings and I am powerless to stop it. That he can take my sister and I let it happen. And then Matt Folz, a man I’ve dominated since he stepped foot into this company, a man I tried to mentor, a man whose wife I protected because it was the damn right thing to do, can ignore me and take on my prey. Christian Carter was mine and Matt Folz didn’t even realizie he was taking it from me.

So, I thought my time had come. If I couldn’t compete as the best and if I couldn’t be looked at that way, maybe it really was time to move on. And that’s what I was planning on. I made my way around the locker room and I was sincere in my goodbyes. Nothing I said…well, except for respecting Moose because fuck that guy, but nothing else I said was false. I truly believe everything I said this past weekend. So, as I was getting ready to lace up my boots one last time, I had a visitor at my door.

EOM: He means me.

Alex: I do. And for everything Eric and I have been through and we’ve been through partnerships, battles, wars, friendships, and anything else…we’ve always been able to be honest with one another. And Eric made me look into a mirror and told me that the man standing there wasn’t the Alexander Darling that he called friend and ally and enemy. He was a shell. And he told me I could go home to New Orleans or Florida or New Jersey or wherever and I could live a nice life. I could try and repair the relationship with my sister. I could work on healing with my wife. And that all sounded great, but he also told me that I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. And he was right. I have a lot more to give and achieve. It starts with Christian Carter and Matt Folz. It continues with Stan Fulton since he’s the new champ. And it concludes with Ghosthead.

I mentioned putting my career on the line at Hell on Earth against Carter and Folz. But that offer goes out to Ghosthead and Fulton as well. You all want to finish me. I’ve seen it in your eyes. The Death Knell. The Saint. The King. The Mercenary. You all want me gone for your own reasons and I will give you all the chance. All one of you has to do is pin me at Hell on Earth. But if you want that chance, be prepared to sacrifice something of your own. And Fulton…the title won’t be enough…I’m getting that soon enough as it is.

Because here’s the deal, once I vanquish all of you and my career continues on and thrives. And while I’m doing that as OOWF World Heavyweight Champion once again…I’ll be doing that in Stamford, Connecticut.

And there’s not a damn thing anyone in that locker room or the OOWF board room can do about that. My sister may have thought she was forcing my hand by controlling my contract, but because she’s so damn good at her job, she’s made it impossible for the OOWF to get rid of me. AND because of all the legalese she’s put into the contract, well I need a manager to handle that. You busy, E?

EOM: Why, no I’m not. Are you asking me to be your manager?

Alex: I am.

EOM: I accept.

Alex: And because the OOWF can’t fire me no matter what I do and because I think I deserve two contracts…oh what’s this.

Alex reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a contract.

Look at that, it’s a WWE contract. Whatever shall I do with it.

EOM: I think you should sign it.

Alex: Fantastic idea Eric. And I so happen to have a pen right here to do it.

Alex signs the contract and jumps down off the turnbuckle and drops the contract in the middle of the ring.

i]One final thing, everyone wanted me to get that drive back. To find the motivation to become what I once was. Everyone needed me to stand against the Saints and the Kings because that was what is expected of me. I’ve done it before against The Five and Trinity and the Brass Knuckle Kings, *aside to Eric* always loved that name by the way and they thought I’d do it again. But doing that really doesn’t help me and it’s time I start helping Alexander Darling again.

Saints, Kings, Drink & Destroy, Texans, Ghosthead, Strength in Silence, Crash & Burn…none of it matters anymore because if you stand in the way of progress and don’t you think the WWE is anything but progress, I will run you over. It’s time the OOWF remembers just why no one has held the OOWF World Heavyweight Title longer than yours truly. And it’s going to happen for one simple reason, I am Alexander Darling, and well, the rest of this company…just isn’t.

RORY ALBRIGHT vs. ALEXIS DARLING vs. LD WILLIAMS – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Alexis and LD have words before the bell even rings. Once it rings, that gives Rory the opportunity he is looking for and he blindsides both of them. Albright dumps LD to the floor and works over Alexis, targeting her lower back for punishment. LD gets back into the fray and is not happy about being attacked. He grabs Rory and throws him into the corner and DESTROYS him with some CANADIAN VIOLENCE! LD beats Rory to the mat, then turns around and gets a face full of SUPERKICK from Lexie!

Alexis grabs LD from behind and takes him to the mat with a GERMAN SUPLEX. She bridges but Albright breaks it up at two. Rory pulls Lexie up and LAUNCHES her between the ropes to the floor, then PLANTS LD with a DDT and covers, but LD kicks out at two.

The three continue to tear into one another at a frenetic pace, remember, only fifteen minutes to win the match. LD gets several near falls on Albright, and nearly makes Lexie tap with the CROSSFACE. Albright comes close to retaining with close falls on both LD and Lexie, causing them to use up their rope breaks. Alexis loses her temper and damn near gets run out of the match, she burns through three warnings in a fight with LD, then narrowly avoids the DQ when the ref rules that the low blow to Rory was not intentional.

The end comes when LD catches Lexie with a CANADIAN DESTROYER! But before he can follow up with the pin, Rory throws LD out of the ring and covers Lexie himself and gets the one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 14:44 – Rory Albright

STANK vs. SPIDER MCNULTY vs. JOSE REYNA – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
All three are in the ring and as soon as the bell rings, Reyna tries to prove he is the craziest man in the land by attacking Spider and Stank. It goes about as well as you would expect. He gets a few shots in, but soon enough Stank and Spider put him down then play “anything you can do I can do better” and pinball Reyna around the ring. Jose finally powders out to the floor and we get Spider and Stank, two bulls battling one another.

Spider surprises Stank with some power moves, seems like you CAN teach an old dog new tricks. McNutly lifts Stank in a vertical suplex and keeps him there for awhile before falling to the mat. He covers, but Reyna darts into the ring and breaks it up.

Now Reyna takes over. He keeps Stank outside the ring and works over Spider, keeping him on the mat with high risk aerial moves. Spider tries a press slam on a rebound, but Reyna slips free and takes Spider to the mat with a HURRACARANA! Before he can cover, Stank grabs Reyna and pulls him to his feet, but Joey breaks free and lands a PELE KICK! He covers Stank for two, but Stank rolls his shoulder at the last minute.

The three of them put on one hell of a match, Reyna uses his speed to counter Spider and Stank’s strength advantage, and keeps the big men off balance with lots of high flying. The end of the match comes when Spider charges at Stank and tries a SPINNING DOUBLE SLEDGE, but Stank moves out of the way and a groggy Reyna gets BLASTED in the face! Stank grabs a stunned Spider and hits the STANK-U, then rolls him out of the ring. Reyna struggles to his feet, blood pouring off his face, and Stank kicks him low and hits the STANKBOMB he folds Reyna up and gets the one, two, three, just before Spider can come back in and make the save.
WINNER in 27:07 - Stank

STAN FULTON vs. GHOSTHEAD – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

Rematch time! Ghosthead comes out first, looking none to happy about being without the championship belt. He seems a bit confused by crowd cheers. Stan "the Crusher" Fulton appears and he has the belt over his shoulder. Both men are scarred up from their recent battle at Territorial Beatings, and might be moving just a little bit more slowly. They eye each other suspiciously and then begin to throw down with surprising energy given the war they just went through. They push each other around the ring, and exchange some suplexes, slams, and throws. Ghosthead gets frustrated early and tries to go for Phantasmagoria, but Ghost grabs his feet and then turns it into a sit out power bomb with a pin, one..two..NO, Ghost gets a shoulder up, and Stan takes the opportunity to catch a breath. Both men are up and charging again with some rope work this time, and Ghosthead catches Fulton off guard with front facelock into a DDT. He also tries for a pin, but no go, as Stan kicks out at two. Again on their feet and some more rope runs and it goes back and forth like that, although the intensity continues to mount. Fulton throws Ghost into the corner and then follows him in for DROPLINE~! Ghost grabs his sternum in pain as Fulton backs up for another run. He appears to be going for the Clear Cut, but no! Ghost is able to dodge it and counter into a GUTWRENCH PILEDRIVER~! He pins and one, two... NO~! Crusher shoves Ghosthead away with authori-tay~! Both men have a hard time getting to their feet, and Ghosthead uses the corner to help him out. He turns toward the center of the ring, just in time to see Crusher coming at him full force with a BODY AVALANCHE~! While Ghost took the brunt of that, it didn't do Crusher any favors either. Both men again struggle to get to their feet, and we really start to question the wisdom of allowing them to compete, but who are we kidding? It would be foolish to try an stop them. Anyway, the two run full speed out of opposite corners toward each other and Fulton is just a shade ahead of Ghosthead...BACKCUT SLAM~! Fulton makes the pin, noe...two...THREE~!
WINNER in 37:44 – Stan Fulton

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