[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Springfield, Ohio

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Davin Moreland vs. Eric O'Mac

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. FF Capslock

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Fear Us vs. The Chickenshit Heels

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Seamus McNasty vs. Alexander Darling

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
IHOP vs. Concrete TG, Bryce Larson & Damon Wrath

Stank & Spin Hansen vs. Moosehead Jack & Poe
Tytan & Tyson Kincaid vs. Chris Cole & Chris Evans
Nayr vs. Matte
Phantos & Lucios vs. TBA

Card subject to the natural elements of Ohio

[DevSop]

*GMtR's Office*

GMtR is enjoying a nice whiskey after another successful Midweek Mayhem when his door flies off the hinges and his drink goes flying all over his nice pink Yankees jersey. He mutters a curse before looking up and seeing a very pissed off Alexander Darling in the doorway. Alexis Darling is there as well as she is trying to calm her brother down, but is having little success.

GMtR: If it isn't poor little Alexander Darling without his belt. It must suck that you got outsmarted...

Alexander: You can kindly shut the fuck up right now.

GMtR: Who the hell do you think...

Before he can finish getting the sentence out Alexander has made his way around the desk and is face to face with the general manager.

You know you can't touch me.

Alexander: Ask me if I give a fuck.

Alexis: Alex...Alexander...ALEXANDER.

Alexander: Don't you dare fucking start either. I've noticed how you've been laughing at me behind my back.

Alexis: How dare you...

Alexander: How dare I??? Are you fucking serious Lexie? I saw the look you gave Eric when he showed up. Don't think I don't know what's going on, so unless you seriously want to start with me, I think it's time you shut the fuck up and remember who the fuck I am.

Alexis glares at her brother, but doesn't say anything.

GMtR: While I love getting an up-close view of As The Darling Turns, I have more important things to do. So please, get out of my office.

Alexander: You'd like that, wouldn't you? Have me go on my merry way and accept the fact that you're willing to do anything to fuck me and Run DEA over. Well FUCK YOU RICK. You may have some of the people around here fooled, but you're back to being the same fucking asshole that almost got run out of this company over the summer. And I forget, who was it who saved your sorry ass...that's right, it was fucking Run DEA.

GMtR: And I appreciate...

Alexander: I don't give a flying fuck what you appreciate. I am Alexander Darling. I am Run DEA. And I will do whatever the fuck I want.

GMtR: And what is that supposed to mean?

Alexander: It means whatever the fuck I want it to mean. And right now, I'm fucking out of here. I'm taking a vacation.

GMtR: You can't do that. You have a contract and a rematch.

Alexander: Fuck your contract. Fuck your rematch. I'll be back whenever the fuck I feel like it.

GMtR: I swear to go Alex, if you're not at Mayhem, I'll hold you in breach.

Alexander: What the fuck ever. I'll be in touch when I feel like I won't continually be getting fucked over.

Alexander picks up GMtR's bottle of whiskey and heads out the door. Alexis tries to follow, but Alexander turns and glares at her.

Stay the fuck out of my sight Lexie. I'm tired of your fucking games. Go blow the locker room or cost Firewoman her title. You seem to like doing that to us.

Alexis just stares after her retreating brother and you can see she is barely holding it together...

*Fade*

[fasteddie]

(Tytan sits alone in the Ultimo Inc locker room as Lola makes her way slowly to him.)

Lola: Tytan, got anything to say about your match and this war with Firewoman?

Tytan: Lola, it's simple this war is far from over Fire. This has only begun. It seems you are a marked champion who is going to be the one to knock you off the pedestal. Cole? Capslock? Tyson? I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but I am the only one that is going to eliminate you from that title.

Boys, you need to understand something. This is mine and Fire's war. This isn't your war so you stand in my way of eliminating her you will fall and become just another casualty. So, try it and stand in my way and you will also learn what it will mean to become extinguished!

[Matte]

**Matte is approached by a Sexy Female Journalist.**

SFJ: Hello, Matte.

Matte: Hey, what's up?

SFJ: This past Wednesday, you faced off against Damon Wrath...

Matte: Yup.

SFJ: And you lost.

Matte: Go on.

SFJ: That's it.

Matte: Alright, see ya.

SFJ: Wait.

Matte: Hm?

SFJ: Don't you have anything to say about your tap-out defeat?

Matte: Not really.

SFJ: Ok...

Matte: ...

SFJ: Well, you're up against Nayr next Wednesday.

Matte: So I've heard.

SFJ: Anything to say about that?

Matte: Uh, I'll do my best? I don't know.

SFJ: Do you have any words for Nayr?

Matte: Good luck next week, bro. Should be a good one.

SFJ: ...

Matte: Alright, I'm gonna go stand over there...

**Matte leaves and can be seen in the distance, leaning against a wall, chillin'.**

SFJ: There you have it; Matte.

[The Canadian Content]

*Fade in to the palatial IHOP locker room. Skurge, SYB, and The Amnesiac are embroiled in a heated argument, while the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, Fezzik, and Monkh look on. We join the argument in progress…

SYB: Not a chance, hoser. There’s no way we never–
Amn: I think Skurge might be right on this one, Solly. I don’t remember it happen–
SYB: Of course you don’t remember it happening, you jackass. You’re an amnesiac.
Amn: The Amnesiac.
SYB: What the fuck ever. Look. I’m absolutely positive that our win last night wasn’t the first clean win in the history of IHOP. I’m sure there have been more.
Skurge: Dude. I’m virtually positive that the list of clean IHOP victories begins and ends with last night.
SYB: Not a chance. I can think of a few off the top of my head where I hit the New Jersey Turnpike for the win.
Skurge: Exactly. Those aren’t clean wins.
SYB: What the fuck? Why aren’t they clean? I hit the Turnpike, and someone makes the cover. Where’s the issue?
Amn: That’s the thing, Solly. It’s the move that’s the issue.
SYB: What’s wrong with the Turnpike?
Skurge: You’re kidding, right?
SYB: When am I ever kidding?
Skurge: Always? Look, the New Jersey Turnpike is a nut shot. It’s a kick to the balls.
SYB: And?
Skurge: What are you, the Donovan McNabb of the OOWF? It’s against the rules to bag a guy. Instant DQ if the ref sees it.
SYB: No fucking way!
Amn: Why do you think we always try to distract the ref when you’re attempting it?
SYB: Dunno. Sound tag wrestling?
Skurge: Jesus. You’re retarded, you know that?
SYB: Well, at least I’m not a nerd.
Skurge: Speaking of nerds–
Amn: Wow. Great transition.
Skurge: What?
Amn: Nothing.
Skurge: Like I was saying, we’ve got Crete and Revenge of the Nerds again this week, so–
Amn: No we don’t.
Skurge: What? Yeah, we do. Look at the lineup. It’s Concrete TG, Bryce Larson, and…Damon Wrath? What the fuck?
SYB: So a new tag team forms, they have one tag match and one Chimpionship match, then they split up? I thought nerds were supposed to be smart.
Skurge: I have no idea what this is all aboot. Looks like Nayr’s got that new guy, Matte.
Amn: Wait, “matte” as in “not glossy”?
SYB: Lemme look that sumbitch up…Yep. “Lacking or deprived of luster or gloss. Free from shine or highlights.”
Skurge: Sounds like a Solly knockoff to me.
SYB: Shut it, fucko.
Skurge: Bite me.
Amn: Okay, so we’ve got a wannabe Superman–
Skurge: Fuck Superman!
Amn: –a nerd–
SYB: NERRRRRRDS~!
Amn: –and Damon Wrath. Which one’s he again?
Skurge: …
SYB: …
DM: God, you guys don’t remember shit. Damon Wrath used to be part of BAD, then he was part of Gaelic Storm.
Skurge: Thanks, Dorothy. Wait…was Gaelic Storm involved in the dumpster incident?
DM: No, that was Gods and Monsters.
Skurge: Oh yeah. Good times.
SYB: So, any plan for the match?
Amn: Nah. It’s three random people put together for no discernible reason. I say we stop worrying about the match and start worrying about Rock Band. I’m worried our skills are slipping.
SYB: Please. I’ve got mad skills.
Skurge: Dude. Last time we played, you got 42% on “So What’Cha Want.” On bass. On easy.
SYB: So?
Skurge: So, there aren’t even 42 notes in that song, eh?
Amn: “No Fail” mode again, then?
Skurge: Sounds aboot right. Let’s do this.

*The guys pick up their instruments and start rocking out to “E-Pro” as we…

*FADE*

[Mr. Dashbee]

***OOC: This was inadvertinently left off of the Mayhem broadcast..honest mistake. Moose is adding it back in shortly, but I am posting i there as a highlight package, because it's kinda necessary to theNayr/Bryce Larson/Nerds/Hero's Guild storyline, and the next PPV. ***

Back into context...

[OOWF TV shows highlights from shortly before the 1/7 Midweek Mayhem, ending here:]

[GM The Rick leaves the room. Nayr is left sitting on the chair, looking down at the envelope Rick gave him a few nights prior.]

N: It's what's right Bryce, it's what's right.

[We then cut to footage from the IHOP vs. Nerds/CTG trios match from said episode of Mayhem, including the post match promo that you may have missed...]

Match joined in progress...

Skurge rolls Larson back into the ring and covers, but Nayr breaks it up at two. Skurge pulls Larson to his feet and hauls him up for a vertical suplex, but Larson impressively shifts his weight and lands behind Skurge, grabs him from behind and hits a SWEET release German suplex! Crete calls for the tag, but Larson ignores it and calls for the SHINOBI’S RAGE! Larson explodes out of the corner for the first super kick, but Skurge ducks it, spins and nearly decapitates Larson with a clothesline, spinning him around and landing him on the mat face first. Skurge tags in SYB and then hooks a barely conscious Larson’s legs and catapults him right into the HEBREW HAMMER! SYB falls on Larson, hooks the leg, one, two, three.
WINNERS in 14:09 - IHOP

[IHOP celebrate their victory on the floor while Bryce & Nayr seemingly are at odds in the ring. Concrete tries to calm them down, but as Nayr asks him to leave, Bryce grabs a mic. ‘Crete respects Nayr’s request, leaving as Bryce starts talking.]

BL: Nayr! Where were you, huh? What happened? I’ll tell you what happened...I got pinned--again--because YOU weren’t there. If it weren’t for you, we’d be leaving with the titles, not those guys. And I am sick and tired of losing because of you, Nayr.

N: What the hell is your problem, Bryce? You’re the one that got pinned, and I’m getting blamed for the loss?

BL: Now you listen to me for a second, Nay—

N: No! You listen to me for a second, Bryce! [Bryce, surprised by Nayr’s response, stops and motions for Nayr to continue. The crowd pops for Nayr’s show of intestinal fortitude.] You see, I’ve been listening to your garbage for almost two months now. You want to call me a geek, a midget? That’s fine. I’m proud of my video games, and I’ve been short all my life. But I know I can wrestle, and I know that I am the one that carried this team all along. You can stand there and disagree--but these people know it, the wrestlers in the back know it, and I can assure you...GM The Rick knows it, too.

BL: GM The Rick? Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?

N: Remember that meeting I had with The Rick? That envelope? Well, here it is. [Nayr pulls out the envelope, and shows Bryce a piece of paper inside.] It’s a contract for a title shot, Bryce, against the OOWF World Tag Team Champions.

BL: [Suddenly excited.] Wait, you got us another tag team title shot?

N: No Bryce, no. GM The Rick gave ME the title shot, me and a partner of my choosing. And I’m not 100% sure you’re the man for the job Bryce. So along with this contract, I asked for one other thing out of GM The Rick. A match…a match against YOU at the next Pay Per View. [Crowd pops for that announcement.] That’s right, Nayr vs. Bryce Larson on Pay Per View, and the winner gets this title shot. So if I beat you—no, when I prove myself to you--then I can pick anyone I want to be my partner and challenge for those titles. But if you beat me--the contract is yours Bryce. And then you can go find a partner that you think is worthy of teaming with you!

[Nayr drops the mic onto the mat and leaves. Bryce, with a disgusted look on his face, looks down at the mic. He decides not to say anything else, but as he watches Nayr leave, his expression turns into a smirk. Bryce slowly exits the ring and makes his way to the back.]

[blownspot]

*Spin Hansen and Stank are seated at a booth in the Destroyitarium.*

Stank - When did Lock find time to become 34 time DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion?

Hansen - *Shrugs* I don't know.

Stank - Anyway... Just let that loss roll off your back.

Hansen - I'm trying.

Stank - Hey I lost too. Ain't no shame in losing a match. Learn from it and move on.

Hansen - I'M TRYING!

Stank - Okay... just don't quit on me.

Hansen - I'm not quitting. I'm not Alexander Darling.

Stank - No you're not... You know how to fold your own laundry.

Hansen - Huh?

Stank - Nothing.

Hansen - So, boss... Looks like we got Moose and Poe again.

Stank - Yeah... I've been trying to figure out what Moose's game is with this little faction he's got started. I didn't think him one for factions.

Hansen - Wasn't he part of a faction way back when... the Firm?

Stank - You're talking about the Establishment.

Hansen - The Establishment! Right.

Stank - Yeah they predate D&D. But from what I remember their sole purpose was to oppose Crete's old group the AYUF... uh... there may be another F in there somewhere.

Hansen - What's that stand for?

Stank - As Yet Unnamed Faction... I'm missing something from that.

Hansen - The other F you were talking about?

Stank - I don't remember... Anyway it's not important.

Hansen - Fabulous? Fantastico?

Stank - It's not- Oh WAIT! *snap* Face! It was the As Yet Unnamed Face Faction.

Hansen - Seriously? That's what Concrete's old group was named?

Stank - Not named. Though I guess they were later called The Heroes Guild... so maybe AYUFF no longer applies.

Hansen -

Stank -

Hansen -

Stank - Anyway, it was before I was anything here in the OOWF. All I remember about the Establishment is that they opposed the AYUFF. And since Crete was the leader of AYUFF, and Moose was part of The Establishment, it easy to see why they were feuding with one another.

Hansen - Actually Moose was also involved with another group that included Underdog, Thim Reynolds and Weapon X.

Stank - You're really on top of your OOWF history.

Hansen - I'm just trying to show you that there is a precedent when it comes to Moose and factions.

Stank - I'm aware of the precedent, though I still tend to think Moose isn't one for factions. I'm just trying to figure out what his endgame is here... and if we are a part of his bottom line.

Hansen - What do you mean?

Stank - I don't know what I mean, yet. It's just we've been so preoccupied with Moreland and Run DEA lately that... I would hate to have other players come in and... take advantage.

Hansen - Well his best friend is sitting right over there... Maybe LD has some insight.

*Stank strokes his five o'clock shadow, deep in thought, as he looks over at LD Williams, sitting at the bar, next to his Australian partner. Stank rises and walks over to bar.*

Stank - Excuse me Jack. LD... walk with me.

*Williams and OBJ exchange glances, before LD follows Stank into the back room.*

<Fade>

[Fire-Babe]

FW: I don't see why I can't just leave.

DM: Because, Firewoman has several gashes in her head that need stitched up. Because Firewoman may have a concussion from a ridiculous spot off the top of the cage.

FW: Davin Moreland is lecturing me about ridiculous spots? Do we need to replay the footage?

DM: Firewoman at least is going to have some stiffness and soreness, and should probably get some painkillers.

FW: Besides, it's just a few cuts and bruises. It's not like I had my knee twisted several degrees off kilter. It's not like I had my face taken through a cheese grater, or took a lead pipe upside my incredibly empty skull. Those things would require medical attention...well, one would think.

DM: Davin Moreland would certainly think so, yes.

FW: But strangely I don't see anyone in here for that, so if they're not here--

Firewoman waves off the medical team who have been patiently trying to attend to her, and gets up to leave

DM: Then neither is Firewoman, Davin Moreland gets it.

FW: Fantastic.

Firewoman gets up, and walks down the hallway. Her head is still bleeding a little bit, and even though it has slowed, it still runs down her hair and drips onto the floor, leaving a nice trail of blood behind her.

[Jack Quinn]

<Firewoman is sitting in Ric Flair's coffee shop looking worse for the wear. She is about to sip a cup of steaming hot coffee when she nearly jumps out of her seat and nearly spills the coffee all over herself. The camera spins around and we see Moose standing there with a smirk on his face holding an icepack. Fire glares at Moose then snatches the icepack from him and turns back to her coffee, Moose, clearly not taking the hint, sits down>

FW: No, please, sit down. What is it this week?

MHJ: Me? You were the one in the cemetery last week. At a witch's grave no less.

FW: It wasn't that she was a witch, it was that it was one of the oldest graves there

MHJ: Of course. No foreshadowing there at all

FW: What the hell are you talking about?

MHJ: Well she was accused of being a witch and killed by her peers. You are accused of being a.....well, lets not sugar coat it, a bitch, and are being threatened with death by your peers. Only, you are not going to let them be the ones to do it

FW: Damn right

MHJ: You are going to do it yourself

FW: What?

MHJ: Jesus Christ Fire, who are you trying to impress?

FW: YOU are going to lecture ME about excessive violence? Oh holy shit.

MHJ: This is different

FW: How so? And if you say ONE word about me being a woman, I will tear your fucking head off right here

MHJ:<pondering for a moment> Look, with me, thats all it is, violence. We were raised similarly <a brief look comes across Fire's face, then quickly disappears> with me, it was always about the violence, pure violence. Its a means to an end. That has never been your MO. You have always been smarter than that. So, it makes me wonder, who are you trying to impress?

FW: IMPRESS? I don't have to impress ANYone!

MHJ: You don't HAVE to, but it sure seems like you are trying. You were like this before the Japan trip. Trying to outrun old demons again eh Fire?

FW: I told you not to bring up Japan.

MHJ: It always comes back to that. How much are you going to let that hold you back? You are beholden to some people because of Japan. That can't possibly.......sparkle.....with you

FW:<sits quietly for a long time deeply lost in thought. She suddenly snaps to and realizes Moose is still sitting there. Fire gets to her feet in a hurry> Yeah, well, uh, thanks for the ice, maybe I should have this looked at, or something

<Fire gets up and walks away leaving her coffee behind. Before we fade to black, Moose turns to the camera>

MHJ: And Stank, Spin, a game? Let's play.

<fade>

[fasteddie]

(Moose leaves Fire sitting alone and Tytan sees the oppertunity to join her at the Coffee Shop. He has got a pretty bad limp going but makes his way to her. ***OOC Sorry Fire**** )

Tytan:(Sitting at the table) Fire.

FW: Damn can't somebody have a cup of coffee in piece and quiet.

Tytan: You know we are not finished.

FW: Now, look who's running the same lines over again.

Tytan: Well, we aren't.

FW: Don't you realize that you are not the only one that has decided that they wanted me eliminated.

Tytan: I know that, but I am the one that will actually do it. How much blood have you lost because of me already?

FW: But don't you realize (shows him the title) I still have this.

Tytan: Only for now....your time is running out with wearing that.

FW: I'll beat you again just like I am going to beat these others and I will show you all once again I am the better wrestler.

Tytan: You know I am still trying to decide what will be the best way to do it. Let the others comtinue the beatings that you have gotten from me, and then take the title from your dying hands or just take them out and you will have no other choice then face me again.

FW: Whatever you do Tytan make it quick because I have other things that need to be taken care of.

Tytan: Like keeping Steele from finding out your little secret?

FW: That and keeping Biggs from sticking his nose where it don't belong.

(She gets up)

Tytan: He has ways.

FW: So do I, and thanks for the coffee.

Tytan: What? (Sees Ric standing there waiting for his money.) Damn Firewoman.

(FADE)

[Road Warrior Shark]

We see OOWF newcomer Chris Evans finishing a promo about his tag match this week. Phantos rushes up and grabs the SFJ

Phantos: Please, come with me. HELP!

SFJ: What? what's wrong?

(Lucios appears)

Lucios: What's Wrong? WE'RE BEING DENIED WHAT Is RIGHTFULLY.....

(QUICK Cut to black)

[Angle]

Hey Sharky, hope you don't mind if I used your promo in with mine since they both go together.

Moments ago:

Chris Evans is WALKING down a random hallway in the OOWF Arena when he hears one of the Sexy Female Journalists calling.

SFJ: Lionheart! Lionheart! You just won your first match in what I might add was in pretty impressive style. Do you have any comments?

Evans: Yeah I do. Now I understand that this was my first match and I’m supposed to get an easy competitor, but come on! That little Borat wannabe or whatever the fuck his name is was one of the sorriest pieces of shit I’ve ever faced. I mean, I’ve had paper cuts that have hurt worse than those pussy little chops he was hitting me with. Now I wanted to take it a bit easy considering it’s my first match and I wanted to get a little feel for my opponent, but I had to show him that you never disrespect me. Ever.

Now personally, I wasn’t all that impressed with my match since I was expecting somewhat of a challenge, but apparently I’ve impressed GM The Rick so much with my match that he put me in a tag match this week with Chris Cole against Tytan and Tyson Kinkaid. Now frankly, I don’t have much knowledge on Cole, but from what I’ve seen, I’m pretty confident that him and I can work pretty good together.

As for my opponents, well, what can I say? I asked for a challenge, and it looks like I’m gonna get…

Phantos comes out from the side of the screen.

Phantos: Please, come with me. HELP!

SFJ: What? What's wrong?

Evans: Hey who the fuck are you?! I’m having an interview here!

(Lucios appears)

Lucios: What's Wrong? WE'RE BEING DENIED WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY.....

(QUICK Cut to black)

[DevSop]

*Hallway of Random Encounters*

Alexis Darling is walking through the OOWF hallways and she seems to be in a daze. She's clearly not paying attention to her surroundings which could normally be a very bad thing in the hallway of random encounters, but for a change and luckily for her there are no random encounters. When she finally looks up, she realizes where she is and takes a deep breath before opening the doors. The music that was playing inside quickly stops as the few people inside turn and all look at Alexis. Finally the camera switches viewpoints and we see that she's entered The Destroyatorium. Spin Hansen, Outback Jack, and some other guy...ummm, he just came back, what's his name again??? Well, a third guy are all sitting around a table playing quarters. You could cut the tension with a knife and no one makes a move for what seems like an eternity before Alexis finally takes a step towards the bar.

Outback and the other guy whose name I should know both get out of their seats and they look really intimidating as they do so.

The Other Guy Whose Name I Should Know: What do you think you're doing? You're not welcome here.

Outback Jack: *BELCH* That's Australian for find another bar.

Alexis sighs and turns around with her head low when a deep voice is heard coming out from the back.

Deep Voice from the Back: Guys, that's no way to treat a lady.

Spin: But Stank, it's her. She's no...

LD: That's one opinion Spin and one I can understand, but if we start treating her like that then everything they say about us is right and we're better than that.

Stank: Besides, The Destroyatorium has always been a place where we can share a drink with even our most hated of enemies. And lil' Lexie here isn't going to do anything stupid while she's all alone. I mean her pussy brother has run off and left her all by herself.

Alexis glares at Stank, but doesn't say a word as she turns back around and quickly makes her way to the bar. She takes a seat.

Alexis: Walker, Blue Label...and leave the bottle.

Bartender: Are you sure...

Alexis just looks up at him when she feels someone take a seat on each side of her. She turns and looks to see Stank on one side and LD Williams on the other. She rolls her eyes.

Stank: Give the lady what she wants. We know she can afford it.

Alexis: Would you stop calling me lady?

Stank: I have so many other things I'd like to call you. But I'm not one to pile on.

Alexis: Ya know what, fuck you Stank.

LD: Alexis, be careful.

Alexis: No, this is complete fucking bullshit.

Alexis slams down her first shot and turns to face Stank.

You two can try and fucking kill each other for a year and during that time you could sit and have drinks with one another. Moose has probably spilled more of this company's blood than anyone else and no one has a problem with him sitting down for a drink. Davin and Eric are leading two sides of a war and they can go to a fucking Manilow concert with you AND Moose and no one says a word. But god forbid a Darling tries to come in and have a drink.

LD: She's got a point. I mean there was even that therapy thing we did.

Stank: Now is not the time for you to remember that stuff. Besides Alexis, that isn't the point. I expected more from you.

Alexis: Then you're a moron. This is the wrestling business. When you see an opportunity, you take it.

Stank: There are lines Lexie and you know that.

Alexis: Would that line be working with Moose to win the World Title?

LD: She's got a point there.

Stank: Would you kindly shut up Williams?

LD: I'm just saying...

Stank: I know what you're saying.

Alexis: Good, now can I drink in peace.

Stank: Sure thing Alexis. You enjoy your drink. It might be the last one you have.

LD and Stank get up and start to walk away.

LD: Last one you have...really, Stank? Was that supposed to be intimidating?

Stank: When did you get a personality? It's disconcerting.

The camera focuses back on Alexis as she finishes up another shot of Johnnie Walker blue. She stares blankly through the shot glass as she slides a hand through her hair. This is not the Alexis Darling we have been accustomed to seeing.

*Fade*

[Mr. Dashbee]

[Bryce Larson storms into GMTR's office, blowing right past Erlana and straight to The Rick.]

BL: Now I'm paired with Concrete and Damon Wrath? And Nayr gets a singles match? The fuck?

GMTR: Seriously, you're lucky you're on the card. You got pinned again, Bryce...

BL: Oh, c'mon, that' horseshit. My partners, especially the midget, let me down.

GMTR: That's no way to talk about your stable-mates.

BL: We're not a stable, faction, group, "Guild," or whatever!

GMTR: Well, call it what you want, or call it nothing, but you're teaming with them again this week. Nayr wanted a singles match to prepare for your big match on PPV.

BL: He wanted to prepare! For me! Oh that's just golden. What other secrets do you and him have, Rick?

GMTR: No secrect, Bryce. Stop being paranoid.

BL: Well you know what, if he gets to prepare, I get to scout. You can expect to see me at ringside during his match.

GMTR: Ringside, you have no place there!

BL: Well, maybe I can ring announce or keep time. Whatever, I will be there.

GMTR: Well if you plan to be at ringside, I plan to keep you busy, and put something between you and Nayr. You won't be getting involved in his match.

BL: Maybe I don't want to get involved. But if I did want to, I would.

GMTR: It's going to be awfully hard, because you'll be tied to a desk and a headset, as I just decided to make you a guest commentator during Nayr's match. You better start practicing your big boy voice, Bryce.

BL: [Smiling.] Commentary, huh? That's fine, now I have my pass to see this match up close & personal.

GMTR: I'm glad you see that it's fine. Were you leaving now?

BL: Yes, I am. Rick.

GMTR: Bryce.

[blownspot]

Spin - It's a trick.

Stank - A trick? To what end?

LDW - If it is a trick it's a pretty dumb one.

Spin - Why the HELL would she come HERE of ALL places?

OBJ - *BELCHES* That's Australian for we serve good drinks.

Spin - Are you kidding me?

FFC - No he is not. We DO have the best-

Spin - I MEAN coming HERE for a drink is NOT why she is HERE!

LDW - Looks like it to me.

*All of Drink and Destroy turn and look at Alexis Darling as she continues to drink at the bar with her back turned to her hosts. Stank stares daggers into the back of her head.*

Stank - Believe me Spin. A huge part of me wants to walk over there and throw her out on her ass.

Spin - She deserves far worse.

Stank - Maybe... but Billy D has a point about appearances.

Spin - To HELL with THAT!

Stank - Spin. I don't like it any more than you do, but... I mean... LOOK at her.

*Alexis plops her head down hard on the bar. The bartender looks over at Stank who only nods his head.*

Stank - She's in a bad way. I doubt she wants to start shit with us at this moment and she's certainly in no condition to... ah who the fuck am I kidding. It's probably a trap.

Spin - NOW we're TALKING!

FFC - Wait! You just SAID-

Stank - I'm going to walk back over and talk to her. Find out what the fuck this is about. Now if DAVIN comes walking in through that door ALL bets are OFF!

*Stank rises from his seat, walks over and sits next to Alexis who still has her head down.*

Stank - You remember what I whispered to you just prior to your deceit at Hell on Earth?

*Alexis, with her head still down, grumbles*

Alexis - Can't a woman come in here and simply drink in peace?

Stank - Just answer the fucking question.

Alexis - Yes I remember.

Stank - The offer still stands.

*Alexis head pops up at this revelation.*

Alexis - ARE you FUCKING INSANE?

Stank - Possibly.

Alexis - No fucking way, Stank. There's no way in hell.

Stank - You'd be surprised at what can and can't be done.

Alexis - Why? WHY would you POSSIBLY-

Stank - Because recent developments, including a talk I had with LD over there has got me thinking... oh.. and that offer does not extend to Xanderboy. Too much shit has happened. It's too fucking soon.

Alexis - And what the fuck makes you think it's NOT too soon for ME?

Stank - Because you're here.

Alexis -

Stank - Look. I'm just throwing it out there. You're smart and you must see the writing on the wall.

Alexis - Don't let this little binge fool you. Run DEA is as strong as ever.

Stank - Yeah... tell that to your brother and your boys Phantos, and Lucios.

Alexis - We will get the championships back!

Stank - Yeah sure. And pissing off most of the roster is a great way to do it.

Alexis - Oh good god, THIS was a mistake. I need to go.

Stank - Tell Alex I said, hi.

*Alexis eyes well up with tears at the mention of her brother's name.*

Alexis - Fuck you, Stank.

*Stank sits there looking unsympathetic. Though who knows how he really feels. He waits patiently for Alexis to leave.*

Stank - You haven't left.

Alexis - *Fuming* What the HELL, Lucas?

Stank - Sorry?

Alexis - You're fucking with me.

Stank - You're talking about my offer.

Alexis - Why are you making it? I heard you over there before. You don't trust me. Hell, you SHOULDN'T trust me.... And I promise that's the MOST I'm EVER going to sound like Moose.

Stank - Lets just say... In any given situation... I like to be as... prepared... as I possibly can.

Alexis - You think I'm vulnerable. You think because I'm sitting here alone and drinking here... in this place... that because I'm drowning my sorrows, because I'm saddened that my fucking asshat of a brother doesn't appreciate EVERYTHING I've done for HIM, that you can take advantage and try to manipulate me.

Stank - Manipulate you? C'mon... You and I both know you're too smart for that.

Alexis - Now you're blowing smoke up my ass.

Stank - Look over there Lexie.

*Alexis turns and looks over where Stank indicates, at the other members of Drink and Destroy.*

Stank - Most of those guys used to be my enemies. Now they're part of Drink and Destroy. No one held a gun to their heads. They joined up under their own free will. Every one of them has been a champion... and I'm proud of each man sitting over there. I don't know how long we can last as a group... the nature of pro-wrestling lends itself toward treachery within faction ranks, but if you check your OOWF history... Drink and Destroy stands where the other factions have eventually fallen by the wayside... and it will continue to stand long after Run DEA is dead and gone. You look over there and you see men who have a will to win that can not be denied and the ties that bind here... as much as you and Alex mock the word... ... ... respect. Once you have that, then you have true power that a belt can only simulate. Sure. Everyone in this business wants to be a champion. Hell, anyone can be a champion... but how many can be considered great? I only know of one road to greatness in this business... and that road is paved with that which you mock. This is why D&D will stand and Run DEA won't.

Alexis - I did not come here for a lecture.

Stank - Of course you did. I tell you what. I'll even consider extending the offer to your brother provided he can get his head out of his ass long enough to recognize what's what. I don't care how much he wants to deny it. When you two arrived there was only ONE man who gave a damn about your future here when the rest of the OOWF would see you dead. Even when they were justified in their hatred of Alex after all his ridiculous backstage attacks. Do you know who that man was? I'll give you a hint... it wasn't Davin Moreland.

Alexis -

Stank - All of Alex's potential Lexie is in you. You are the reason I even looked Alex's way. I know what your capable of... especially considering all that has happened. I'm just putting the offer out there. Take it or leave it. I'll get along just fine either way. I don't necessarily need or want the Darling's respect... but you two may need mine. If for no other reason than to temper the SHITSTORM that's coming Run DEA's way. Not that I give a turd about Run DEA's future, but Run DEA wasn't always Run DEA now was it? I'll leave you be. Enjoy your drink.

*Stank stands and walks back over to the rest of D&D*

Spin - So is she leaving?

Stank - I told her to enjoy her drink.

Spin - You didn't tell her LEAVE?

Stank - Spin. The landscape is changing. We need to be prepared for what's next.

Spin - What the HELL does that mean?

FFC - Wait what did you two talk about? She seemed shocked.

Stank - She'll probably come over here and tell me to go fuck myself on her way out the door.

OBJ - It doesn't look like she's leaving.

*They all watch as the bartender pours Alexis another drink.*

Spin - Damn it.

[fasteddie]

***OOC- Sorry Leesa but I fixed it. ;D***

[Eric O'Mac]

OOWF Burn Notice. Pilot Episode, Part 1

*Fade in. See highlights of Eric O'Mac wrestling, while hearing Eric's voice in the background.*

My name is Eric McMahon. I use to be the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion until...

*See Eric O'Mac getting knocked out by an Alexander sledgehammer shot and Davin Moreland getting dragged over for the pin, with Russ' voiceover.*

Russ: NO! DAMNIT! DAVIN MORELAND STEALS THE OOWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WITH ALEXANDER DARLING'S ASSIST!

When you get burned, you've got nothing. No cash, not credibility, no win history. You're stuck in whatever town the OOWF decides to dump you in...

*See Eric waking up with a sexy female journalist #15 standing over him.*

Eric: Where am I?

SFJ#15: Springfield.

You do whatever matches come your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you. An interview happy ex-girlfriend...

*See SFJ#15 asking Eric "Should we interview them?"*

An old friend that who use to job to you in the undercard...

*See Austin Cage saying "You know main event wrestlers. A bunch of bitchy little girls."*

Family too...

*See a quick shot of Eric O'Mac's mother saying "The OOWF needs your help, Eric."*


......if you're desperate. Bottom line, until you can figure out how to take out who burned you, you aren't going anywhere.

---

As an OOWF Wrestler, you have the opportunity to spend a lot of time alone. Whether you are in an empty armory or Madison Square Garden, it comes with the job. You train to make the most of it, plan your next move, go over your in-ring strategy, review your training. But when you're doing push-ups every 30 minutes and you've reviewed DVDs of your opponents multiple times, you're itching to make a move.

*Eric O'Mac, dressed in Armani and shaded sunglasses, is walking down the streets of Springfield, Ohio. He takes a seat outside where Austin Cage is also seated, reading a newspaper.*

Austin: So, I see that you've got another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship next week.

Eric: Yeah, it's good to see you too.

Austin: You don't seem thrilled.

Eric: I don't exactly know how to react. One moment, me and Alexander Darling are sending death threats to each other, next thing I know, he's losing his smile and it looks like I get my rematch against Davin Moreland a bit sooner than I expected it.

Austin: Well, regarding Alexander Darling, you know main event wrestlers. A bunch of bitchy little girls.

Eric: You see, I'd respect your opinion just a bit more if you would stop referring to Alexander Darling as a main event wrestler.

Austin: Ouch.

Eric: I don't understand where Rick Scaia is coming from. I'm ordered not to attack Alexander Darling, so I try to get a read on him, which is impossible to do when he's claiming that he's going to skip town. I'd check up on Alexis, but she's too busy becoming Jake Roberts in the Destroyatorium...

Austin: Speaking of which, can you buy me a drink?

Eric: It's 9 a.m.

Austin: When you aren't working, it doesn't matter when you drink.

Eric: And now I've got another match with Davin Moreland, despite the fact that Poe won the number one contenders matchup.

Austin: You don't think Poe will give you trouble?

Eric: No. While me and Poe aren't exactly best buds, he won't stand in my way. No, I'm trying to piece together Alexander Darling's disappearence with the possible implications on this match.

Austin: Do you think he'll cost you the match?

Eric: You see, I wish it could be that simple. I'd know to look out for it. But after the stunt I pulled at Mayhem, I feel that maybe I've given him another avenue to operate in. Or maybe he'll heed my advice and he'll leave this match alone, let me do what I do, and when I win my second World Heavyweight Championship, he can feud with the World Champion. But I don't know if Darling is going to betray Davin Moreland, despite all the warning signs showing that he'll do it in a heartbeat.

Austin: That's a lot of ways to do something.

Eric: In a sense, he's already won. He's got me thinking too much. And because I'm overthinking, I'm going to overlook an obvious way that he'll burn me again.

Austin: So, what's your next move.

*Eric stands up, reaches in his wallet, and pulls out a $20.*

Eric: My next move is to give you money to get a cheap drink and a taxi ride back to whatever poor girl you're scamming this week. Then I'm going to walk back to the Springfield Entertainment and Sports Area and see if there is anything else I can find out.

*Eric walks away.*

You're probably wondering why I choose to keep the company of a former, untalented OOWF job boy who now appears to be a lonely alcoholic loser. The problem is, there is no one actually in the OOWF that I can actually trust. Sometimes, an ally comes in handy, even if it's to use as a decoy or to find out some information that can be useful.

*Fade out.*

---

*Fade in. Eric is walking down the halls backstage at the OOWF Arena.*

The only other issue with former, untalented OOWF wrestlers is that because they don't travel day to day with the company, they really can't give you any true inside information. You remember how I said there is no one I and truly trust in the OOWF? That remains true. However, there is one guy still hanging around that's close enough.

*Eric walks into a room without knocking. Moose is sitting in the dark, and reacts to the light shining in to the room.*

Eric: Damn, Moose, did you sleep here?

Moose: It seems that everyone in the OOWF sleeps at the arena.

Eric: It's a wonder no one has heard of hotel rooms.

Moose: With all of the money the OOWF has pouring in, it can afford to rent arenas in small towns that have huge dressing rooms and an open bar.

Eric: It would seem. Listen, I need a favor.

Moose: That "I stand alone" mentality didn't last long, did it?

Eric: Believe me, I'm more likely to kick your ass right now than entertain your sarcasm, but if you don't want to listen me, then I'll find someone else.

Moose: What do you want?

Eric: Information.

Moose: About?

Eric: Run DEA. Specifically, Alexander Darling.

Moose: You know that I don't have anything to do with that idiotic fuck.

Eric: No, but you have more dealings with Run DEA these days than I do. Remember Firewoman?

Moose: I don't know how my dealings with Firewoman could help you with anything you want to find out about Alexander Darling.

Eric: I'm not going to show you all of my cards. But I will say that whatever you can find out about Alexander Darling and anthing he's doing this week, let me know.

Moose: Can't you talk to Davin? I know you two are at least on semi-speaking terms.

Eric: Because Davin doesn't know, nor does he give a rats ass about what Alexander Darling is doing this week. Anyways, you know what I want. Before you ask, there is nothing in it for you. If you choose not to help, it doesn't bother me one bit. I'll find out eventually, I just want to stay one step ahead of the curve.

Moose: I won't promise anything.

Eric: I'm not asking you to.

*With that, Eric walks back into the hall, shutting the door on his way out.*

While that conversation may have seemed rather pointless, it establishes a couple of important points in the OOWF world. 1) It gets my purpose at the moment known to someone who interacts with most of the rest of the roster. 2) It allows me to analyze who and what is going to be helpful to me while investigating exactly what I want to know. However, I can't exactly wait for word of mouth to spread all over the locker room. When you're in my position, and you've got to prepare for the biggest night of your professional career, in addition to other things, you can't waste time.

*Fade out.*

---

*Fade in, with Eric standing outside of the Destroyatorium.*

When you've got no time to spare, you have to go straight to the source. When the source has apparently skipped town, you go to the next best thing: his twin sister.

*Eric walks into the Destroyatorium, where Alexis Darling is passed out, leaning against the bar stool. Eric gives her a nudge.*

Eric: Alexis.

*Alexis stirs and looks up, and mutters something in her drunken stupor.*

Alexis: What the fuck do you want?

Eric: I've heard that you and Alex aren't on good terms and I'm sorry. It's been no secret that I've been attracted to you in the past, but I would never want to be the cause of any issue with your family, and for that very reason, I'm keeping this conversation brief.

*Eric pulls out a business card.*

Eric: This is my business card. It has multiple ways to reach me. If Alex contacts you or if you see him, give him this card. Tell him to call me. I want to talk to him.

*Eric lays the card under Alexis' nose and starts to leave.*

Eric: Oh, and Alexis, take care of your self.

*Eric then walks out of the Destroyatorium.*

Why talk to the person that you want to get revenge on? If Alexander Darling even takes my business card, it gets him thinking. It complicates things further. Which, in my situation, is a good thing. It gives me time to focus on the more important things at the moment: my rematch for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Instead of thinking of all the ways I can get burned in this match, I can focus on the only thing I have control over: my actions.

*Fade out*

End Part 1

[blownspot]

**OOC** Yeah that gets an exalt.

[Fire-Babe]

okay, between spot and eric, i'm not even bothering this week....

Exalts for ya both.

[Angle]

How the hell did you guys do that?!

[Andy]

The screen fades in on FF Capslock sitting in a leather chair in some sort of refined den.

Capslock- Hi. I've taken time out of my day and some promos I was a mild, barely-remembered footnote in, to address a subject that's very important to me: The OOWF Intercontinental Championship. As everyone knows, I was the champion twice before and my title was taken from me by that raging shitfag of a human being Alexander Darling. While revenge on Darling is something that I shall not seek, nor do I wish to engage in, his cronies are a different story. The title I seek and deserve to have back is being held by Firewoman. Now Firewoman, while one hell of a competitor, is at heart and at genitals, a woman. And no matter how far she goes in this business and no matter how many people she beats and no matter how many titles she holds she will continue to be a woman. And women are emotional creatures. So if I can get her flustered enough that she'll lose her focus I feel I can defeat her. And I happen to be in possession of the verbal equivalent of the atom bomb in the female vernacular. She's already distracted enough with injuries and other business that I don't think it'll be that hard. But just to make sure I can get her goat on this one, I have purchased this megaphone and requested a half an hour of airtime on OOWF television. So here we go...

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[Road Warrior Shark]

General Manager the Rick is in front of the OOWF Banner.

GMtR: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to express my dissapointment with the former tag champs in interfereing in a match last week. And already this week they have attempted to cut a promo by picking on the inexperience of OOWF newcomer, Chris Evans.

Phantos, Lucios, I hereby revoke your Camera, Microphone and SFJ priveledges until AFTER the Dance of Death Pay pew view. And in light of your interference in last weeeks match, I am Postponing your Tag Title rematch INDEFINITELY. YOu two will LEARN YOUR LESSON. This is MY SHOW! And I MAKE THE RULES. YOU WILL WRESTLE WHO I SAY AND WHEN!

(Clears his throat)

Thank you. Enjoy the show Everybody!

[Mr. Dashbee]

[The OOWF-TV camera crew spies on Bryce Larson, again talking on his cell phone.]

BL: Hi, Paul? ... Yeah, it's Bryce again. ... [Happy.] You did? ... [Nervous.] Oh, you did. ... Well, I'm trying to win out there, I just think we'd have belts if he-- ... I guess I can see that. ... Umm, yeah, at the Dance of Death PPV. ... Well, the winner gets to pick their partner for the tag team title shot. ... I'm not sure, I've gotten some calls from various wrestlers on the roster, I'm sure he'd pick Gryfon. ... Well, maybe. ... I doubt that! ... True, never say never I guess. ... I don't think I've been that much of a prick. ... Really? ... I mean, I do trust your opinion. ... No, that guy is a total dick. ... I know he's in charge, but still. ... I guess you're right. ... Apologize? I don't see that happening. ... Yeah, a Trios title match, and commentary on Nayr's match as well. ... I thought I might, but I probably won't. ... ... ... Um, okay. I'll give it some thought. ... Gryfon and Damon Wrath. ... I have no idea. ... Okay, thanks Paul. ... You too, good bye.

[Nayr walks into the room.]

BL: Hey.

N: Hey. You have a minute?

BL: I guess so.

N: Follow me.

[Bryce & Nayr leave, headed into the dreaded hallway...]

[Fire-Babe]

There is a knock on the door of the RunDEA Luxury Suites, sponsored by Aquafina. Lucky goes to answer it, and his eyes grow wide when he opens it to see who it is. He calls for assistance and is immediately backed up by Firewoman, Phantos and Lucios.

L: Just what are you doing here?

MHJ: Easy there, I'm here to see Firewoman

P: She's got nothing to say to you. You need to--

MHJ: I'm pretty sure she'd really not like you speaking on her behalf, no matter how 'fondly' she thinks of you.

FW: Shut the fuck up, Moose. I've had plenty of coffee today, and I have told you a million times--

MHJ: This isn't about that. Aren't you missing someone?

FW: Huh? If this is some crack about Jericho, or --

MHJ: Alright you know what? Forget it. I thought you kinda had a thing with Lexie, but if you don't care, then never mind.

FW: Wait. Don't even think about walking away. What are you talking about?

MHJ: Well, since you asked nicely...Lexie's in the Destroyitarium, taking the name literally.

L: Huh?

MHJ: Drinking, Mr. Abstinence. Johnny Walker, I think, and lots of it. Not sure she can find her way out the door, much less back here.

FW: So you just left her there? With--

MHJ: Hey, I really couldn't give a rat's ass what Alexis does. And the boys are being nice, so far. But you should probably come help her out.

P: Oh yeah. That doesn't sound like a trap or anything. Nice try, Moose.

Moosehead Jack ignores him, and walks directly up to Firewoman and looks her straight in the eyes.

MHJ: It's not a trap. Trust me.

FW: ...

MHJ:....

FW: Fine. I'll be right there.

L: What? You can't be serious. Aren't you the one who always says "trust me" means the opposite.

FW: I'll be back in a minute.

P: We're coming with you. Just in case.

FW: No, you're not. On the off chance that this isn't a trap, we show up in full force at the door of the Destroyitarium, we'll be asking for trouble. Just stay here. Maybe if I'm not back in five minutes, you can come find me. Besides, you aren’t even supposed to be on camera.

MHJ: Great. It's just... well, I was never here, okay?

FW: Whatever.

SD: I am coming with you.

P, L, and FW in unison: No you’re not.

SD: I’m her sister!

FW: First off, she doesn’t like you. Secondly, you’re not a wrestler. You’ll be no help if there is trouble because I’ll be distracted trying to defend myself, and you, and Alexis if she really is in bad shape.

SD: I’ve been through this with her before.

FW: Like I haven’t?

SD: I don’t care what my brother says. You aren’t family, and since he’s not here, Lexie is my responsibility.

Firewoman glares at Samantha

MHJ: Wow, Fire. "Not family." Seriously. The shit you put up with from this group, Fire. I’m outta here. [Moose leaves to go back to lurking in corners, or whatever it is he does.]

FW: You know what? Go ahead Samantha. Go ahead and go to a room full of men who’d just as soon piledriver you through a table as look at you, because your last name is “Darling.” Let me know how that works out for you.

Firewoman heads back towards her locker room. Phantos and Lucios shift their feet uncomfortably. Samantha watches for a moment.

SD: Okay, fine. You can come.

FW: [turning back around] Only if we do this my way. Because despite your continued presence here, you still aren’t a wrestler, and still don’t have a clue—

SD: Yes, yes, you’re right, fine. You’re in charge. You happy now?

FW: Deliriously. Let’s go.

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose walks into the Destroyitarium, grabs a beer and sits at the table with Jack and Williams>

LD: What's on your mind Moose?

MHJ: Just came for the floor show

OBJ: What show?

MHJ: You'll see