OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (10-16) Uncertain, Texas

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
October 16, 2013
Uncertain, Texas

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Christian Carter

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Alexis Darling vs. Chris Evans

OOWF World Tag Team Title Triple Threat
Salvation vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Murphy’s Law

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Miranda Williams vs. Tommy Wilder

Amazing Jos & Jason Allen vs. Matt Folz & Alexander Darling
Firewoman, Danny Taylor & Texpress vs. Saints of Sinners
Mai Muyo vs. Jeremy Punswick

Card subject to…….uncertainty

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Eco and Stan are celebrating their win backstage, when an Intrepid OOWF Reporter approaches them.

IOR: Stan, Eco. Wanted to get your thoughts.

Eco: On our victory? You know, when we beat Texpress once again in under two weeks?

Stan: Maybe he wants to know about the ending where we outsmarted the supposed Measuring Sticks once again.

Eco: Or maybe...

Stan/Eco: Juuuust Maybe...

Eco: You want to ask us about our thoughts on something that doesn't matter at all and has no relation to us.

IOR: Well, since it appears that Amazing Jos and Jason Allen have turned their backs on the fans tonight, just as you did two weeks ago--

Stan: Editorializing, are you? Poor form for a journalist.

Eco: You know, I've got something to say. One second.

Eco reaches into his bag. He pulls out a deck of playing cards. He looks at the cards and shuffles them. He picks up the top card and puts the deck down.



Eco: The Suicide King. That's their new calling card, right? So named because the sword raised for battle appears to be sticking into the head. Some name him after Charles the Great. The Father of Europe. An amazing legacy.

Eco flips the card around and takes out his lighter. He lights the flame in view of the reporter, and wipes the flame quickly along the front of the card, before blowing out the fire. Eco flips the card back around.




Eco: Everything burns. Here, how about another magic trick...I'll make this card disappear.

Eco begins to tear the card...first in half, then in quarters, then in eighths.

IOR: I'm afraid it's not a magic trick if you make it disappear by tearing it into tiny pieces.

Eco: Keep your eyes on the pieces. 

Eco holds the pieces in front of the reporter, waving them back and forth...then kicks the reporter in the gut! He shoves the pieces straight into the reporter's open mouth and down his throat!

Eco: TA-DA!

He throws the reporter to the ground, where he lies gasping and coughing.

Eco: They're...gone.

FADE

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*OOWF Camera's anxiously wait outside the arena backstage exit after Midweek Mayhem concludes.*

*Suddenly Amazing Jos and Jason Allen burst out the door like a couple of interracial fire crackers. Gym bags in hand*

Camera Guy: *chasing after both men* Jos, Jason, any words on what just happened? Jos, I thought you and Carter hated each other? What is going on?

Jason: *Stops behind his blue Rolls Royce and opens his trunk* Jos, you got anything to say?

Jos: *Grins and looks at the camera* JUSTICE was served. *Throws his bags in the trunk* Alex... Matt... See you in Texas! *Both men enter the vehicle and reverse out. Jos rolls down the window and looks at the camera* This is only the beginning... there will be blood. *Jason burns out the parking lot and speeds away*

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(Thursday morning.  A Gulfstream jet lands at Yelland Field in Ely. A Toyota RAV-4 SUV drives out onto the tarmac, and a very casually dressed John Ross Ewing steps off the airplane carrying an envelope.)



(The occupants of the SUV exit and we see Mary Lou, Edra, and Sunny approach the aircraft. John Ross has his hand extended as he steps off the bottom step.)

JR: Edra, so wonderful to see you again. I was hoping to see you...

Edra: (Shaking John Ross' hand) Well, our departure was a bit more abrupt...and incomplete...than we thought it would be.

JR: And is this the lovely Mary Lou Cox I've spoken to?

Mary Lou: A pleasure, John Ross.

JR: My, my, Edra. I had no idea your daddy had such wonderful taste in women. First your mama, now this young lady.

Mary Lou: And I see that you got a lot of your daddy's charm. Wyatt spoke of you and your father fondly. Thank you for the nice flowers.

JR: It was the least I could do. And who is this charming young lady? You look very familiar.

Sunny: Sunny Hamid, I used to be an interviewer and am now Miss Cox's personal assistant...

Edra: ...and domestic partner.

JR: Domestic partner! Well, well, how times change. Something else you got from your father, Edra.

Edra: (scowling) What do you mean, Mr. Ewing?

JR: Please, just John Ross. Your daddy and my daddy had their romps back in the day. They would do their business and then find a couple of cuties and retire to the Tropicana Motel in Waco for some...rest and relaxation. Daddy said there were some real beauties, but none your daddy'd settle down with. When I heard about Mary Lou, I knew she had to be special. Talking to her I knew she was just his type. Brilliant, sharp, and I knew she had to be a total knockout. You both did well.

Mary Lou: Look, John Ross...

JR: Oh, that was indeed a compliment. Can we go somewhere to look over these papers?

Mary Lou: Let's go to the house. We can talk there.

JR: Ladies, lead the way.

(John Ross holds the doors as the ladies get into the SUV and he climbs in next to Edra. They drive off the tarmac and time passes. Two hours later we catch up to the foursome as they enter the conference room of the American Sunrise complex.)

JR: Your daddy did some good work in building this place.

Edra: Dad did some things … amazingly well.

Mary Lou: Amazing.

JR: OK, let's get down to business, Edra. The board has authorized me to bring you this offer for an ongoing contract.

Edra: John Ross, I told you and Mary Lou told you we don't want an ongoing contract. We want additional special appearances contracts.

JR: Edra, the board feels that while you returning to the OOWF would be beneficial on all our parts, that it would serve us all best if you came back on a weekly basis.

Edra: And I told the board specifically that was not an option.

Mary Lou: Look. I understand both positions, and I know that things are...hectic at best. Edra, you know that I'm not really happy with all this, but I understand why you want to do it. And it looks like the only way this is going to work is if you go John Ross's route.

Sunny: I can keep the homefront going, and maybe even come visit on the road.

Edra: I don't want you out there on the front lines. Chloe and Moose will do anything to try to get back at me.

JR: Oh, the board is expecting that. That's why they sweetened the offer significantly.

(John Ross hands the envelope to Mary Lou. She opens it, looks it over and nods. She hands the paperwork to Sunny who gets wide eyed and turns to Edra, hands her the paperwork, and nods. Edra takes the paperwork and looks it over for a very long time.)

Edra: Very fair. I assume the board wants an answer today.

JR: Not necessarily today, but soon.

Mary Lou: John Ross, I appreciate your support on the board. I want you to know that whatever decision Edra makes, that your influence in putting this together is greatly appreciated.

JR: Mary Lou, this goes beyond family friendship. This is good business. I know that the outcome of this will be financially rewarding for all of us.

Edra: But will it get my sister home, John Ross?

JR: That, sweet Edra, is up to you. All I know is that along the way, there's a lot of money to be made. And that is a certainty.

Mary Lou: (Reaching over to the intercom.) Clancey, could you come to the conference room please?

JR: Clancey?

Mary Lou: Our long time jack of all trades. He'll take you back to the airport.

JR: I assume this means I'm not getting an answer today.

Edra: Not today, no. I need to consult...my advisers.

JR: Well, Edra, I trust that you three will reach a decision quickly.

Mary Lou: Knowing Edra, we're not the only ones she'll want to talk to.

Clancey:(Knocking on the door) Yes, ma’am?

Mary Lou: Could you please take Mr Ewing back to the airport? He won't be staying.

Clancey: Yes, ma’am.

JR: (standing up and extending his hand as the ladies also stand) Thank you, ladies, for your time.

Edra: (shaking his hand) Thank you, John Ross. I'm sorry, but I'll be in touch in a few days.

Mary Lou: (shaking his hand) Thank you for everything.

Sunny: (shaking his hand) Thank you, Mr Ewing.

JR: Please, little lady, John Ross. The pleasure is mine, Sunny. Ladies?

(JR exits the room with Clancey and the trio sits back down.)

Sunny: That contract is...

Mary Lou: ...too much. Why do they want you back so badly?

Edra: Because they see dollar signs in a huge fight. No, a lot of huge fights.

Sunny: What are you going to do?

Edra: Mary Lou, are you up for a trip in the morning?

Mary Lou: Trip? Where?

Edra: Somewhere I need to go again. To the top of the mountain. I need to …

Sunny: I'm in.

Mary Lou: I think it's just what we need. First thing in the morning. Let me go clear my calender.

(Mary Lou leaves the room. Sunny puts her arm around Edra.)

Sunny: Spill it. What's wrong?

Edra: I am honestly afraid. This could backfire big time.

Sunny: Backfire? How?

Edra: All sorts of ways. For starters, Mary Lou may be right. Clio may be totally gone. This may be a futile battle.

Sunny: And...

Edra: And...I started to lose it. Just in that little amount of time out there, I was fighting not only Chloe, but Edna as well. I didn't just want to bring Clio home...I wanted to end Chloe. Once and for all.

Sunny: But the only way to do that...

Edra: Only a Neal can end a Neal. And that's what scares me. That's why I want to go up to the mountain in the morning. To see if they'll help me.

Sunny: And if they don't?

Edra: Then I'll do what I have to do.

Sunny: And that is?

Edra:(A little teary eyed) I wish I knew, Sunny. I wish I knew.

(Sunny hugs Edra who has a vacant look in her tear-filled eyes as we....)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Darling Luxury Suites.

FW: Well, how close is it?

Qs: To New Orleans? I don't know....

FW: *sigh* Okay, well--

Qs: I thought you were going home last week for a bit?

FW: Well, with the hockey game, the radio appearances....not enough time.

Qs: You look tired.

FW: Thanks.

Qs: Sorry...

FW: No, I mean seriously, thanks. No one else seems to notice or care.

Qs: *clicking buttons on her phone* Says here it's only about a 6 hour drive.

FW: *grinning* not by Bugatti. Okay, I'm outta here.

Qs: Now? But Alex is still in medical and--

FW: Yeah, um...Tell him I've gone home. I will call him later.

Firewoman leaves and the scene fades on a confused Quorras.

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<we open on an early morning in Louisiana. Firewoman walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator and looks at it absently, then glances to the side and notices that the coffee maker has a full pot of coffee on it. Fire snarls and grabs a knife from the drawer and heads toward the front porch. As she opens the door, the unmistakable scent of a cigar hits her and she sees Moose sitting on one of the rocking chairs with his feet on the railing. Fire just stares at him>

MHJ: You're slipping

FW: Is that so?

MHJ: There was a time when I wouldn't even have made it into the house without you taking that knife and trying to gut me

<Fire glances at the knife and shakes her head, then spins and throws it at the railing, sticking the knife right into the wood next to Moose's foot. Moose doesn't flinch, he smirks and grabs the knife and pulls it from the wood and drops it onto the porch, motions toward a cup of coffee already poured and the empty rocking chair. Fire looks around for a moment, scoping things out, then sits down>

MHJ: It's not an ambush Lisa

FW: You can never be too careful

<the two sit in silence for a few minutes just enjoying coffee>

MHJ: It's nice here

FW: It is

MHJ: you aren't seriously thinking of walking away, are you?

FW: It's crossed my mind

MHJ: It will never work

<Fire just sighs loudly>

MHJ: Just hear me out. It will never work......the way things are now. You have too much unfinished business to walk away, you would never be content. You could train, you could be the GM,you could be whatever, but there is still something for you to prove

FW: Oh really? And what is that?

MHJ: I don't know. But I know you, and I know you are not done. Regroup, you are losing focus.

FW: Is this going to lead to another best of seven matches between us, because if so, I am not interested

MHJ: No.....I think we said enough with that.

FW: Attempted murder usually speaks volumes

MHJ: Especially in this family

FW: You ever going to talk to Rose or Sean again?

MHJ: no......no reason to, and that's not the family I was talking about anyway

<Just then, LD Williams and Stank walk through the door onto the porch. Stank has two bottles of Jamesons with him. He and Fire lock eyes for a minute, then Stank sets the two bottles down on the table, and LD sets five glasses down. Drinks are poured in all of them. The four raise their glasses>

FW: tiochfiadh ar la

<they clink their glasses together, then set them on the table. A second round is poured and LD and Stank pull up chairs and general conversation starts, and we fade to black>

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The scene opens at a rest stop. There we see a few cars pulling in. All of a sudden you see a blue Rolls Royce. Plates read J Allen 3. The Car parks and out come Jason Allen and Jos. The two see the camera and Allen begins to talk.

JA: You are all fools. ou all have been played since day 1. Do you really think that I hate my own brother? Do you really think that my best friend and I hate each other? Yes we have a past, and well as Carter and Myself and Carter and Jos, But its because we look at the big picture. We had a plan and that plan has been successful. Folz and Darling, you two where just at the wrong place and the wrong time. No hard feelings, its just business. Midweek Mayhem its going to be just that when we crown a New World Heavyweight Champion in Christian Carter and well when we cause Mayhem on you two once again.

Allen Looks at Jos then Jos looks into the camera and begins.

AJ: This is our time. This is our Future, and Boys don't forget this is Our World. Your time of Agony begins this Wednesday at the hands of Jason Allen and The Amazing Jos. We are the Kings of Professional Wrestling and there is absolutely nothing anyone can do about it. Ghosthead, Folz and Darling this Wednesday you are all going to commit career suicide at the hands of the Suicide Kings.

JA: Its time to play....

Allen and Jos walk away from the crew and into the building that was right behind them as a bunch of people flood in after them the camera fades to black this logo appears.

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FADE in on a nondescript looking restaurant. It’s lunchtime in Texas. Sitting at a table in the back is The Crusher Stan Fulton. A random SFJ approaches.

RSFJ: “Mr. Fulton, may I speak with you before your lunch arrives?”

SF: “Sure. Have a seat.”

The SJF sits, Fulton motions over a waitress who takes her drink order and moves off.

SF: “Now what would you like to talk about?”

RSFJ: “First, your match at Hell on Earth. Was that the plan going into the night?”

SF: “I don’t know if I’d call it ‘The Plan’ but it certainly was a plan. We knew the Saints of Sinners would eventually attack, but we didn’t know during which match. We had contingencies planned for when it was.”

RSFJ: “Can you tell me what those unused options were?”

SF: “I’d rather not. First, they were Ecosytem’s plans and I’m in no position to give out his ideas. Second, a plan unrevealed is a plan yet to be.”

RSFJ: “OK. Fair enough. The idea of turning Ecosystem and you leading Salvation. Was there any kernel of truth in any of that?”

SF: “I suppose you could say there were certain times where I truly believed we could follow Mai’s ideology and the three of us could form a nucleus of good. But that idea was short-lived. This is a brutal business. People get hurt and people die in this business. No one escapes unscathed. Look at Danny Taylor. One of the best and nicest people in this world. The business is corrupting him. He’s being led down the path of anger and hate and viciousness. Not by any one person, but by the business itself. Wrestling will claim us all in the end.”

RSFJ: “A very pessimistic view of things.”

SF: “Call it what you will, but it’s our reality.”

RSFJ: “So Ecosystem is the leader of the team?”

SF: “Absolutely. Everything I have in the OOWF is directly attributable to Junichiro Muyo. I owe that man my career and if he demanded it, I’d lay my life down for him.”

RSFJ: “Wow. Uh. I mean, that’s pretty... cultish.”

SF: “No. I’m still my own man, but Juni has given me everything I’ve ever wanted in my career. He has both subtlety and overtly guided me to this point. One half of the OOWF World Tag Team Champions. The newest OOWF Grand Slam Six Pack Champion. Perhaps a OOWF Hall of Famer. Whatever the final page of my career says, the dedication at the front says ‘To Junichiro Muyo, who led me to this.’”

RSFJ: “Where to from here?”

SF: “We defend these Championships as long as Juni wants to. After that, I think I’ll start to become a Six Pack champion a second time. Seems like a good goal.”

RSFJ: “This coming Wednesday you’re in a Triple Threat Match for the tag team titles.”

SF: “Championships.”

RSFJ: “Championships. You could lose those without being involved in the final pin or submission.”

SF: “Very true. It’s the same booking I faced when Intercontinental Champion. Triple threats. Four-way Dances. I’m not the Board of Directors’ favorite person. Neither is Juni. Together, we’re their worst nightmare. So we’ll get matches like these from this point forward. I would guess at the next pay-per-view match we’ll be defending against all the other tag teams.”

RSFJ: “You’re very cynical.”

SF: “I’m a realist. Life sucks and then you die. The end.”

RSFJ: “One last question as I see your food is coming. Your partner seems conflicted by your success.”

SF: “Juni is a complicated man. I know there’s a part of him that still is angry with me for taking the Intercontinental Championship away from him ten days after he declared himself champion. In the light of my newly won Grand Slam Championship, people are forgetting that Ecosystem is also a Grand Slam Champion.”

RSFJ: “One in which he never truly won. His IC title was self-declared.”

SF: “Maybe that’s it. If he feels that way, he should go out and win the IC belt. He’s more than talented enough to defeat anyone who holds it or chases it. Nothing I do should ever outshine Junichiro Muyo. My savior.”

The waitress arrives and places the salad on the table.

RSFJ: “Thanks for your time, Mr. Fulton.”

SF: “You’re welcome.”

The steak is placed on the table as we FADE.

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Part of OOWF’s mainstay to get tickets, is promotional work done by the roster. Unfortunately for the Uncertain, TX viewers, with the town only being 150 people, the closest radio stations in the area are around Shreveport, LA. We open up to see a DJ desk, with a big fat bald man sitting with headphones on. The music filters through his headset, and you can only wonder how much hearing loss this man has endured over the years. He brings the mic down to him, and begins to speak.

DJ: ”Welcome back to 99X The Rock Station, and today we will be talking to a very well-known wrestler, Christian Carter. We have been covering the competitors who have traveled from all over the globe to compete in OOWF, which has been taking place in Stadiums and arenas, to small gymnasiums, and the all-knowing, Mr. New World, Chris Carter is with us right now.

CC: That is Christian Carter, Gonzo is it?

DJ: ”My apologies well welcome to the show Christian. It is Gonzo, yes, and we’ve interviewed some of the biggest names in the OOWF today, Lisa Darling, better known as Firewoman, her husband Alexander Darling, who had a few harsh words to say about you, plus the New OOWF Champion, Ghosthead as well.

CC: “There a question somewhere in there or you just plan on talking the whole interview?”

”Well my question for you is with not a lot of people knowing what has happened last week at Mayhem, with the win, congratulations by the way, you get a World Heavyweight Championship, however, that’s not what is buzzing around this area right now, the what is buzzing is this little formation you have made with two of the individuals that basically don’t like you. How did this whole thing come to and what do you hope to accomlish?”

”You really expect me to take that question seriously? What do I HOPE to accomplish? I don’t hope. Save that for the gullible losers you have interviewed. I expect you pathetic sheep to bow before the Kings, and join the New World, as I have been throwing down each and everyone of your throats. My Hope is to do nothing but be the best, and to win it all, which I will do this Wednesday in Uncertain, TX. Nothing less than that is acceptable. As far as my two associates, Jason Allen has been and will always be my brother. You know the saying, blood is thicker than water, well there is nothing thicker than the blood of two men who have been around each other since the age of 10.

As far as Jose Reyna Jr., granted, me and him never have seen eye to eye, but I could see something in him these past few months, not just in OOWF, but other places too, and I have nothing but respect for him. People have been throwing this phrase around a lot, It’s what’s good for business. Amazing Jos, or Jose Reyna Jr. is what is good for business. What it is, is downright insulting. He knows it, and I know it, and OOWF knows it. But they had him drop the Onslaught Championship to a fucking rookie, all because her daddy is somebody. No offense to LD, we are like brothers, but you sticking your daughter into the situations you did, and not letting the Saints know about it, is down right disrespectful.

But I know Jack, he’s going to throw this one under the rug. But Jack and I know that this will not end well. Let’s just say, we’ve had a heart to heart. As far as Jason Allen is concerned, he is the most athletic superstar in the OOWF, and yet where is his shot at gold? Where is his respect? A man who is the longest reigning NXT Gen Champion in both OOWF and XGW, a twenty time tag team champion with yours truly, among other accomplishments, and where does that get him? A backseat behind daddy’s little girl. Again….It’s fucking insulting.
DJ: Uh…Mr. Carter, please do not curse.

CC: Well then quit asking me stupid fucking questions!

DJ: OK, it seems you are holding a lot of animosity towards LD Williams, care to elaborate on it.

CC: Again, no hostilities towards him…the fact that he did what he did, affects the Saints. I’m no longer a Saint. No that I didn’t enjoy my time there, but being one of six members of that group, and not really having a say was pretty much my decision to do this, little experiment. I have always been a leader, never a follower like Stank and LD. Hell even Jeremy Punswick has leader capabilities, and yet it seemed we were doing a lot of doing, and not partaking of the planning. Again, no disrespect to Moose, but we’ve talked about this already.

DJ: Speaking of Jeremy Punswick, we haven’t seen much of him since the last Mayhem. Is he part of your new Group?

CC: Jeremy is hurt right now, but I haven’t heard from him in a few days, and knowing him, he’s having some nervous breakdown, snorting coke or something. The man is a loose cannon, and that can be good for us. He’s part of the LBCW, which we all are, and he was my brother in the Saints. He is welcome into this family if he wants in. But that is for neither here or there. I’m here to talk about This coming Wednesday…My first shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

DJ: Yes, I was just coming to that. Last week you defeated both Alexander Darling, and Matt Folz, to earn a shot at the World Title, against Ghosthead. What would have happened if you didn’t win that match Christian. Would the formation of your group have ever existed, and there is talk about you can’t beat Ghosthead without the help of your associates.

CC: Are you trying to insult me Gonzo? Let me tell you something jackass. I won that match clean, with no interference. Matt Folz said I had a 0% chance of beating him, and look what I did. I beat him and Darling, with no help. It was clean, and there was nothing you could do about it Matthew. So what did you try to do? You tried to sneak attack me, and my boys beat you to the punch, and boy oh boy Matty, you should have seen the look on your face when you got hit by that superkick. I can replay that image in my mind at will, and yet you’ll never learn that I will always be smarter than those put before me.

DJ: If you were so smart, why is it you haven’t won championship gold in the OOWF

The radio air goes silent, as no one talks for a few seconds. Carter just looks at the man, and who looks at his producers, hoping that security wouldn’t need called in case he flipped out. But he didn’t realize that during the interview, two men had walked into the room, blocking the door. Jason Allen and Jose Reyna Jr., stand there, as they each grab a producer, and keep them from moving. Carter looks at the DJ, and has a slight smile on his face.

CC: “Thank you for that. And that is why, I am now ending this interview.

Carter gets up and throws the headphones down and turns to walk out, but stops. He turns back and smiles as he walks the DJ, who looks to be sweating profusely, and grabs him by the throat. Carter, big in his own right, motions for the man to get out of his seat, and then with one swift punch, the DJ goes down. Carter gets on top, and starts to pummel him, busting him open with lefts and rights. Carter continues to do so, as the producers can do nothing but watch. All this time, silence it in the air of the station. Finally, Carter gets up, blood dripping from his hands, a gets a towel tossed to him from Allen. He wipes the blood from his hand, and reaches into his inside pocket of his suit, and pulls out three playing cards. He looks at the Producers, who immediately are in fear of their lives try to get up but are met with both Jose and Jason choking them both out. Carter places two Suicide Kings on each of the Producers, and then, on the DJ, Carter puts a Joker card on him. However, Chris Eco’s face is on the joker.

Carter goes to the mic, which is still airing, and puts the headphones on and begins to speak.

CC: Ladies and Gentlemen, Gonzo is no longer on the air, and we will end on this note. Chris Eco, if you ever think that me and The Kings are Jokes again, it will be the last thing you ever do. It is more than a calling card, it is a way of life, and you do not want to get in our way. Ghosthead, I have no beef with you, but this Wednesday, I will beat you to become the NEW OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. And you can bet I’ll have my boys in my corner. We are the Suicide Kings, and we are here to give a new meaning to the term, Career Suicide. Welcome to The New World, for it is now upon you. I will reign with an iron fist, and you will bow to me, your new King. You have been Warned!

Carter takes the headset off, and him and the rest of the Kings, leave the booth in the destruction it is. Camera Fades...

[BookerShark]

*Darling Locker Room*

Alexander Darling is out of medical and sitting at his desk as he reviews some business documents and keeps an eye turned towards the television which is showing OOWF-TV. He sees that Moosehead Jack, LD Williams, and Stank have joined Firewoman at their home and he just sighs and shakes his head. It looks like he's about to throw something at the television when he takes a deep, calming breath. As his eyes are closed he hears a voice he hasn't heard in a while, that of Jason Allen and he turns towards the television and starts to focus on it. He listens intently as Allen talks and nods his head a few times as he takes it in. He listens to Stan Fulton's promo next and makes a note on some paper on his desk. He's about to get back to work when Christian Carter's radio interview starts to play. Alex turns his full attention to TV and watches as Carter continues his trash talking and then as he and his new Suicide Kings attack the radio staff. And Alex starts laughing. He smirks as he unlocks a drawer in his desk and pulls out a binder. The camera zooms in and we see it says

Alexander Darling Playbook

Alex opens it and we zoom in once again and see bullet points

• Show up and make a splash
• Get involved with an already established group
• Go after a big dog
• Form an alliance with people you have a history with
• Talk about legacy and where you belong

Alex: I've said it since you got her Chrissy and I'm showing it to you now. You are everything I was but not everything I am. You wanted my attention, well you got it. I'll deal with your lackeys this week, with or without Matt's help. Because you see, I am damn fucking tired of people thinking that my days are behind me. You've talked and talked and talked since you got here about how disrespectful it was to compare you to me. Yet here you are talking about taking everything from me. You want my wife or you want my sister and neither of them will give you a second glance. You want the reputation I've built up, but here's the thing about that Chris...I earned that through blood, sweat, tears, and broken bones.

Talk to your "friends" in the Saints. They may hate me, but I can guarantee that none of them would choose to face me when I'm in one of my moods and you Chris...you're putting me in one of my moods. I know you won't be afraid of me because if you've made it this far in this business, fear is for the weak and I know you're not weak. And for the amount I hate the Saints, I know they wouldn't allow someone with fear to run with them so know this Chris...I will make you suffer. Maybe not this week, or maybe not even this month. But the time and day will come when you stop thinking I'm someone to be overlooked and I promise you that day will come while you're sitting in a hospital room just a few doors down from me because of the beating I inflicted upon you.

Because that's the thing Carter and that's what the Saints will tell you if you ask them. They have all put me in the hospital, but each and every time they did, I came back harder and brought them with me. So, this week I'll give Allen & Jos a taste of what I'm capable of because I want them to relay the message back to you. I want them to walk up to you with their bruises and their stitches and I want you to look them in the eye and tell them this is your fault Chris. Because from now until I get you back in the ring...everything I do will be a lesson for you to learn from. And that's a lesson you may not recover from and it's for one very simple reason...no matter how much you try to be Alexander Darling, well, you're just not.


*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Murphy's Law are in the gym, taking turns spotting each other doing military presses, with Skinhead on the MBTA blasting in the background. When the song ends, they take a break*

Dee: There's no reason to hold back.

DK: Well...

Dee: Regardless of what happens with the Saints, the Suicide Kings, whatever, there is no reason to hold back. White hats, black hats, whatever. You know it.

*DK Murphy was already sweating and red-faced from the workout, but his face grows more red.*

Dee: We've watched it over and over, like a million times.

*Something seems to snap within DK, and his eyes glaze over*

DK: Stan Fulton, "Reverend Stan", you showed your true colors recently.

*DK adds plates to the barbell, and lifts it off the rack*

DK: It's time to send you on a highway to hell.

*The Murphys go back to their workout*

[BookerShark]

The scene opens up, and you see Christian Carter, Jason Allen, and Jose Reyna Jr., also known as Amazing Jos, sitting around a poker table, with Carter dealing cards. Carter, who is centered and Allen and Jos to his Left and Right, begins to speak.

CC: It seems that our little escapade at the radio station has taken notice of a one Alexander Darling. One opponent of these two gentlemen right here next Wednesday. It seems that Alexander is a bit uneasy towards me, whipping out a so called “Playbook” to try and intimidate me. Granted, Darling has had his time in this company, and you could say it has been somewhat successful, but let’s face it old man, your time, is long past it’s overdue point.

Somewhere, there is a librarian of wrestling, making the fines, wondering where it is Alexander Darling has went to. Lets face it Alex, you can’t beat me…hell you won’t be able to beat these two men, even with Matthew at your side. But don’t fret, because, when the Kings get done with you, you’ll forget all about Christian Carter.

Now, I may have over reacted towards Gonzo in Shreveport, and I have officially apologized to the radio station management, and agreed to pay for the damages, etc…But I was already at a boiling point, because of Chris Eco. And instead of focusing on what I have ahead of me in Jared Man, aka Ghosthead, and I let that slip. You see Eco, your partly right about what the Suicide King represents. It represents a lot more than Charles The Great. And there is a special meaning for me personally.

The four kings in a deck of cards are represented by many Kings and rulers of old. Real rulers of the throne includes Alexander The Great, represented by the King of Clubs, Julius Cesar, the King of Diamonds, and King David of Israel, represented by the King of Spades, and yes…Charles the Great, or Charles The VII (seventh) was undoubtedly the King of Hearts.

Carter flips the card in his hand, and the King of Heart is shown.

Out of the four Kings/Rulers, Charles was only one living to see his face printed on the card. He became very ill with a fever, and was told he would be bedridden for the rest of his life. While that happened, he got into playing cards. While he kept getting weaker and weaker, his son, Louis the XII declared his father insane, and took over the throne.

Does any of this mean anything to you Alexander? Does it? Why is it that everywhere you go, people remind me of you? Why is it that you have this luxurious career, and I’m getting started? Why is it Alex, that I have targeted you since my arrival here in the OOWF? It is definitely not what you have in your playbook. I wasn’t going after a big dog…I was going after THE BIG DOG. You see Alexander, you are Charles The Great. YOU are on your last legs, and YOU are insane, fucking crazy even to think you could ever do more now than in your youth.

I am taking over as KING of the OOWF…I am taking over as RULER of the NEW WORLD, and I am going to RULE with an IRON FIST! MY ARMY WILL HAND YOU A DEFEAT YOU AND MATTHEW CANNOT AND WILL NOT RECOVER FROM.

Carter looks at Jose and Jason.

These two men have what it takes to take any gold in this company. Jose was the Onslaught champion…he has held the LBCW World Heavyweight Championship longer than anyone in it’s two plus years. Jason Allen has done so much in his luxurious career, just like me, and yet he stands next to me in arms over the INJUSTICE of what this company has endured.

It ends now, and my reign will begin on Wednesday when I beat you Jared Mann. Yes, I know who you are, and no I don’t care if your Lucas’ brother. You have been patiently waiting to strike to take that title, and did it when no one expected it. Hell, I commend you on a job well done, however Jared, fate has put you in a bad situation, and that situation is now you have to face ME. You have to now beat the man who has made Alexander Darling’s life a living hell ever since his return and YOU have to face a man who is very pissed off! It does not look good for you my friend. The cards don’t lie Jared…you will eventually fall, and it will be to me.

OOWF, this is your final wake up call, the KINGS are here to prove they belong, and the KINGS are here to cause havoc and devastation. It’s time to ANTE UP, to put all your CARDS on the table, and go ALL IN…FOR IT’S TIME TO PLAY…ARE YOU READY?

Camera FADES…..

[BookerShark]

(Chloe is wandering aimlessly backstage, a look of confusion and fury on her face. A brave SFJ approaches her. Their eyes lock, and Chloe uncharacteristic nods her head and beckons the SFJ to approach her.)

SFJ: Chloe, this week you and the Saints of Sinners have a match against two men you know well, Texpress, along with Danny Taylor, and Firewoman.

(Chloe bristles at the mention of Fire)

Chloe: (Speaking reverently) The Five. They were my inspiration. The chaos, the violence, the bloodshed. Truly a spectacle to behold. And now, The Five is nothing more than a shadow. In it's place is the Saints of Sinners. Moosehead Jack has formed a powerful force, and I am honored to be allowed to sit at his right hand. Jack, Myself, Stank....

SFJ: LD Williams.

Chloe: Yes, LD. Funny, since that night in Fort Dodge, you've treated me differently just for doing my job against the little Latina. You didn't say a word. But suddenly I'm in the wrong. Well, LD, I'd do it again in a minute. And if you have a problem with that, blame her. But Wednesday Night, three members of the Five and I team against another member of The Five and three White Hats. Funny how that works. But I will do my best to do what I do best. Make them all bleed.

SFJ: Some say that your relationship with Moosehead Jack irritates Firewoman.

Chloe: Oh, I hope it does. She has not been good to her brother. I stand behind him loyally, unwaveringly, unquestionably. I will be forever loyal to Jack. What about her? She chooses to oppose him on a daily basis. Sometimes family treats family like dirt. Sometimes we have to forge a new family when our family...lets us down.

SFJ: You bring up family. Your sister has yet to come to an agreement with the Board of Directors on a new contract.

Chloe: My sister is irrelevant. She...

Voice: Your sister isn't here for a good reason.

(Chloe turns around and her face brightens when she sees Moosehead Jack standing there with a smirk on his face.)

Chloe: Jack, you're back. I was....

(Moose touches Chloe's shoulder and her body language changes. She is relaxed, almost comfortable, with a smile on her face.)

Moose: Let me handle this.

Chloe: Yes, Jack.

Moose: Everyone around here thought Edra Neal was the better sister. They thought she was bound for bigger and better things than just a mid-card tag team with her sister. But Chloe always pulled her weight. She overcame adversity. And she has a killer instinct that her sister doesn't. Thanks to Chloe, Power and Glory became the World Tag Team Champions. Chloe deserves to be here, she deserves to be the Martyr, the enforcer of the Saints of Sinners.

(Chloe beams silently at this praise)

SFJ: What about Power? The board seems to want her back.

Moose: The board wants to see Power get slaughtered by the Saints of Sinners. Chloe isn't part of your family anymore, Power. She's a Saint. And unlike your family, we protect our own. No one, and I mean no one, will take Chloe from me again. They will pay. I promise you this, Power, and I won't call you Edra, because I had some respect for that person. But you, Power, I despise. Because you came back and the first thing you tried to do was to kidnap Chloe. What is it with our board of directors not only giving this woman a contract, but allowing her to attempt to kidnap Chloe? But then again, kidnap and torture seems to be a theme around here. Go back to your mountain Little Girl. You have no idea who you're facing here. This woman is dangerous.

Chloe: I always called you Saint Edra. Now you will truly qualify to be a saint. You will die at the hands of Chloe, the Martyr, baptized in the blood of innocents and redeemed and accepted by Moosehead Jack as one of the Saints of Sinners. I. Will. End. You. Trust me.

Moose: And if she doesn't, I will. You always talk about how The Five were your inspiration. Remember what I did to Alexis Darling? No matter how talented, how strong, how much you try, I can just as easily break your arm, your leg, or snap your neck, Power. Sign that contract and that will be my number one priority. I will break you, then your sister will gleefully end you. Trust me.

(Moosehead Jack laughs maniacally, and turns to leave. Chloe follows, but a disturbed look is in her eyes as we....)

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in backstage at a OOWF house show. Arriving, pulling his suitcase is one half of the OOWF Tag Team Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton. OOWF-TV is on backstage and is replaying promos from throughout the week. Fulton’s promo plays and he smiles, then Alex’s and Fulton looks thoughtful. Then the Murphys promo plays and Fulton turns towards the following ninja-cameraperson.

“DK, you’re going to send me, how did you put it? On a ‘highway to hell?’ Well let me fill you in on something you may have missed.”

Fulton gets right up into the camera lens.

“That particular highway is a good friend of mine.”

Fulton backs off a bit.

“The proverbial highway to Hell. Let me tell you about Hell, Mr. Murphy. Hell is having to deal with self-righteous do-gooders like you and your sister. Like Outback Jack. Like nearly everyone who’s been in Drink and Destroy. Especially this latest incarnation.

“I’m very, very familiar with that Hell. With every type of Hell you can imagine. As you’re fully aware and Moosehead Jack has stated on many an occasion, I’m not a very nice man. I’m a mean, temperamental son-of-a-bitch. Literally. Highway to Hell.”

Fulton scoffs.

“I know every gas station on that highway, Mr. Murphy. Maybe I take you down that highway, Mr. Murphy. Maybe this Wednesday night at Midweek Mayhem, my partner Ecosystem and I, the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, take you on a little ride down that highway. That same highway that Texpress had to take at Hell on Earth.

“So your little inconsequential threats about taking us to Hell are just that. Inconsequential. Frankly, I worry more about Bill and Justin than you two. We’ll just start taunting you and you’ll both run yourself crazy trying to get to us. You’re not disciplined. You’re two wild dogs that need to be put down. Like we did to Jack.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

Mai has a guitar in hand, sling over her shoulders. She's walking along Caddo Lake in Uncertain, Texas as she strums.

"As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!"

It's hard to see the way. There's too much darkness out there. But darkness has no power, darkness has no substance. Darkness is the absence of light.

And as we fumble through the darkness...as Junichiro and Stan fumble through the darkness...as the newly crowned Suicide Kings fumble through the darkness...they start saying that maybe it's all a lie. Maybe there is nothing but darkness - or even if there isn't, maybe that's all they'll ever see.

Well, let's play a game. Let's play a fun little game, I like games, let's pretend for a second. Let's pretend that everything He said is true. That He told you no lies. That He is every bit the Messiah that He claimed to be!

How would you answer? How would you justify yourself?

And then the question changes. Even if you deny my Christ, who else do you answer to?

Some of you have structured your lives so you're answerable to no one. The atomized individual, the natural outcome of the American ethos. But some of you...some of you answer to faces that you can see. Junichiro, you owe me a better answer than the one you have given. You owe our mother a better answer than that.

But there's another name on my mind right now.

Jason Allen.

Jason, you have a wife. You have a child. All these other people...they don't understand the obligation to be a role model. They don't even understand obligation.

I think you do. I know you do.

You don't owe me an answer. But you owe them. I'd be curious to hear it.

Mai picks up a straw hat from the ground and returns to strumming.



O sisters let's go down
Let's go down, come on down
O sisters let's go down
Down in the river to pray..."

[BookerShark]

**Moosehead Jack and Chloe are in the Saints locker room when Stank and L. D. Williams enter.**

LDW: "Chloe, you and I need to talk."

MHJ: "LD..."

LDW: "She needs to hear it Jack. Chloe, two things you need to remember about the saints. Sometimes we don't tell each other everything, and sometimes some of us do things the others don't like.

If I forgot the second one with you, I apologize."

**Chloe looks surprised, but she doesn't say anything.**

LDW: "What happened between you and Miranda upset me. She's family - and not all families are bad. I didn't say anything about it for the same reason I didn't say anything when Stank tried to kill her."

S: "Hey! Don't drag me into this."

LDW: "Given what you knew, neither of you did anything wrong. You're one of us Chloe. There's no issue between you and I."

C: "You think I'm a psychopath."

LDW: "Sociopath, actually, and I think the same thing about Jack. I try not to let little details like that get in the way."

C: "So Miranda's fair game?

LDW: "I'm not going to lie to you Chloe, I'd rather you focus on the obstacles in front of you rather than my daughter. If I have to make a choice, I'm going to choose Miranda, just like Jack would choose you. Doesn't you shouldn't wrestle her if the opportunity arises. Miranda's a big girl. She can take care of herself."

**Chloe looks to Jack, then back to L.D. She nods.**

MHJ: "Now, If we're done with the heart-to-heart crap, I need a drink."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*Out of the shadows walks a hooded figure. He pulls back the hood revealing the white dreadlocks and face paint of the OOWF World Champion, Ghosthead. He opens his coat and pulls the OOWF World Championship Belt from around his waist and slings it over his shoulder. He then faces the camera and speaks.*

"Christian Carter you presume much.

You presume that I am OOWF World Champion by happenstance... when I am so by right. I hold this world championship belt because I have beaten your betters, from Danny Taylor to the one whom you would pattern yourself after..

You presume your torment of that man, Alexander Darling, means anything to me... as if your obsession with him, like a dog with a bone, is anything more than false bravado... an empty gesture of alleged superiority. You choose to ignore the fact that it was I, The Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, who set Alexander Darling on his current path of failure. It is I who knocked him off his pedestal and sent him plunging from a ring set thirty feet high, down into the dark abyss of his career. He has never been the same since, a Phoenix who has yet to rise. You merely snip at table scraps and would have us believe you dine on wagyu beef.

You also presume that having your compatriots at ringside will intimidate me. On the contrary... I welcome their presence. Should they decide to witness your suffering The Fall... their final testimony will be of your demise. I doubt my appetite will have been sated... so the more the merrier. Bring your suicide kings.

I bring the maelstrom... where you, a vessel tossed about in that churning sea are desperately fighting the current, slowly being drawn in... drawn in... until inevitably consumed whole by Phantasmagoria. Thunder will laugh from the storm above that drives it all.

Then you too will know... just like everyone else... The Death Knell tolls for thee."


*Ghosthead pulls the hood back over his head hiding his face in shadow. From that shadow black mist is spewed onto the camera lens and we break for commercial.*

[BookerShark]

Oct 6, 2013 18:59:48 GMT -5 @creativeinternetal said:

DVD: No, but it's what they needed to hear. Danny's in for the fight of his life, I have no doubt both Ghost and Moose will do everything they can to make sure he never gets his hands on that belt again.

OBJ: So what are you going to do about it.

Vic turns to Jack, and his eyes are narrowed.

DVD: Whatever it takes.

OBJ: Whatever?

DVD: Whatever. You planning on trying to change my mind?

OBJ: With my history? No, that would be hypocritical....but it's not me whose opinion you have to worry about.

The two men look over to where Danny the Murphy's and the girls are, and they see them all laughing as Danny is imitating some of the motions of various players in the game. Jack looks back to Vic.

OBJ: It's a fine line you have to walk Vic. Ghost and Moose are dangerous individuals, you push them too far you might regret it.

DVD: And if they push me too far?

OBJ: Then you could become the very thing he (Jack points his thumb at Danny) is struggling not to be. Be careful.

DVD: I can't promise that Jack.

OBJ: Then at least try to stay safe.

Victor reaches out a hand and they shake. OBJ then walks back over to the rest of the group. The camera stays focused on Victor, who's expression darkens.

DVD: I can't promise that either.

FADE

Victor Dinero is grabbing a morning breakfast in a local dive joint, when Ecosystem comes in from the kitchen.

Ecosystem: (grinning widely) What can I do you for, hon?

Vic grabs his mug tightly.

DVD: ...You really want to do this? Right here?

Eco: No no. If I did, I'd have the Big Man. I'm just here...to take your orders. Get it?

DVD: I don't deal with you.

Eco: I thought you said, "Whatever it takes."

DVD: You've never given anything of worth to anyone. You're a parasite. And the fact that you're sucking Stan back in to your shit makes me sick.

At the elevated volume of the word sick, a couple of the patrons look up.

Patron #1: That chink boy givin' you a hard time over there?

Eco and DVD share a glare.

Eco: Naw. We fine. But it's right nice of you boys to be checkin'.

The patrons turn around.

Eco: Look, Vic. You despise me, and the feeling would be mutual if I ever bothered to think about you for more than a second. I also don't give a shit about Drink and Destroy, except on weeks like this one where I'm contractually obligated to bleed the Murphy spawn like a couple of stuck pigs.

But I like Danny. I'm not going to tell you I respect him, I'm not going to wax poetic about how, gee golly, he'sthe hero we deserve, he's the best of all of us. But I like him a hell of a lot more than I like Ghosthead or Moosehead Jack. 

You don't want Danny to have to go too far. You want a sin-eater. Someone who will selflessly do all the evil that Danny will not allow himself to do. You think that person might be you. But it doesn't have to be.

DVD: I will not deal with you.

Eco: I know that. But I know someone else who shares my high opinion of Danny. And if that person is pushed...deep down...she's still a Muyo. (calling to the back kitchen) Get this feller some Adam and Eve on a raft, wreck 'em, and add some moo juice! I'm taking my break.

Eco exits.

FADE

[BookerShark]

**Miranda Williams is exiting the gym when SFJ#47 approaches.**

SFJ#47: "Miranda, Christian Carter had some strong words for you. Your thoughts?"

M: "Daddy's. Little. Girl. That was the whole reason I didn't want anyone to know who I was - to avoid getting special treatment, good or bad. But naturally that's the first place Carter is going to go.

You want my response to that? Simple. I'm going to make sure that even if Christian Carter wakes up Thursday morning as the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, the only thing anyone will be talking about is how Miranda Williams and Tommy Wilder tore the house down.

I earned The Onslaught Championship.If Christian Carter, Jason Allen, Amazing Jos, or anyone else in this company - including you, Mr. Mann - think otherwise, I suggest they get in line, earn a shot, and try and take it from me.

I inherited two things from my father. I let my actions speak for me, and I really, really like being the underdog."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

The Murphy's are hanging out in the Destroyatorium, when Dashing Victor Deniro comes limping in on his cane. He looks rather irritated, and DK notices this.

DK: You okay Vic?

DVD: I just had a little run in with Ecosystem is all.

At hearing this, Dee is quickly on her feet.

Dee: What did he do, do we need to go handle some business?

DVD: No, he was just pulling his usual mind games crap. Save it for the ring. We need those tag belts back on the mantle. Dee nods and her and DK head back to their table. Vic limps over to the bar and gingerly sits down. Spencer places a drink in front of him, and notices his disposition.

Spencer: There is more than just Eco on your mind Vic, talk to me.

Vic takes a deep sip of his drink, and then lets out a sigh.

DVD: I'm worried about Danny's match this week, Going up against all four of the saints, this feels like so much can go wrong.

Spencer: Well it's not exactly like he's going into this alone. He's got backup.

DVD: Does he? I mean the Texans really have been distracted lately, not firing as the team we know they can be. And don't even get me started on Firewoman. (Vic spits a little saying her name)

Spencer: Woah, what's with the hate Vic? I thought you and Fire put all that crap behind you.

DVD: Yeah, so did I, but then I got to watch her and the saints sit down and have a nice cup of tea out by the river.

Spencer: Vic, you know they have history, they are her friends and family.

Vic's face turns beat red and he grabs the front of his shirt ripping it open showing the long scar going diagonally across it.

DVD: Yeah, the same friends that damn near killed me, that made me have to walk on this (he holds up the cane) that cross the line again and again, yet once again are given free pass.

Spencer: Things can be complicated here Vic, you know that.

DVD: Complicated? Complicated? No, things are all too simple, for all this talk of consequences is bullshit, it's the same crap over and over. No matter what happens, a hand gesture is given, a drink is shared, and everything is back to the status quo again and again with them. It never ends. The only people around here who face consequences are us, and those consequences always seem to end up with one of us HURT!

As Vic says this last part, he is practically screaming and slams his beer to the bartop. The Murphy's are up, and Ashley and Danny come out from the back attracted by the noise. Everyone is just kind of staring at Vic, who has a wild look in his eyes.

DVD: How much more can we really take....Lobo, Jack, Spin....How many more do we have to lose.....Look what they did to me (he points to Danny) Look what they have done to you. And Not just the saints. Ghosthead, Ecosystem, the former new guard. How many people have betrayed us? The Hawaiians, Sparxx, Fulton. Who will be next? If the Murphy's win the tag titles, do I have to worry that the Texans will decide to turn on us? If it comes down to helping Danny or standing by her "brothers" can I really rely on Fire.

Vic starts looking wildly around the room. DK looks concerned, Dee looks like she understands, Ashley looks scared, Spencer looks sympathetic, and when he stops at Danny, he sees hope. Danny smiles and lays a reassuring hand on Victors shoulder. Victor visibly slumps under this simple gesture. Danny slowly points to each member of the group, then he points to his bicep, and then interlocks his fingers. He makes the sign language symbol for HEAL, and then points first to Vic's chest, and then to his head. Vic slumps back against the bar.

DVD: I'm trying Danny, it's just so hard.

Danny nods in understanding, as Spencer and Ashley come over and give him a hug.

DVD: What are you going to do now?

Danny motions to the Murphy's, and then towards the hallway to the training ring.

DVD: I don't mean now, I mean when you have to face the saints.

Danny merely smirks, cracks his knuckles, and mouths the word boom before walking away.

FADE

[BookerShark]

It is very dark. The nearly full moon has risen over the bayou, and the silver light illuminates the Spanish moss, giving it an unearthly glow. We hear this song

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dyNqf0BNks

Firewoman is sitting on the porch in a rocking chair, with a large mug of something. The only illumination other than the moon are two kerosene lanterns and some table top torches. And her tablet upon which she is watching OOWF-TV. She sees

LDW: "I'm not going to lie to you Chloe, I'd rather you focus on the obstacles in front of you rather than my daughter. If I have to make a choice, I'm going to choose Miranda, just like Jack would choose you. Doesn't you shouldn't wrestle her if the opportunity arises. Miranda's a big girl. She can take care of herself."

Firewoman frowns. Lucky comes walking up, picks up a lantern and holds it up to his face.

L: I'm here.

FW: Very funny.

Lucky puts the lantern back down.

L: Moose would not choose her over--

FW: LD doesn't lie.

L: He's also talking to someone almost as crazy as you.  He didn't let on Miranda was his daughter.

FW: That was different.

L: No it wasn't. And Moose came all the way out here to check on you.

FW: Why are you here?

L: I came out to get the house ready for storm season and--

FW: I don't know what he's so worried about anyway. I didn't say I was quitting, I said I was tired. I decided to take a vacation.

L: Fire, you can't just 'take a vacation.'

FW: Yes I can. When I was commissioner and I made all the contracts and benefits and stuff--

L: You also said you had to give notice so that way story lines and appearances could be adjusted.

FW: ....I did?

L: Yes...

FW: Oh....well...

L: So you've missed a few appearances and autograph signings but nothing too bad. No solo appearances so there were other folks there...still--

FW: Wait...appearancES? Plural?

L: Yeah....?

FW: What day is it?

L: It's Monday night, Fire.

FW: MONDAY?!? Why the fuck didn't you tell me!?

L: I thought you knew!! Davin is making you use your own calendar and--

Fire has gotten up and run into the house. Lucky and the INC follow her into what is the master bedroom, as she starts throwing clothes in a bag.

FW: Yes, well Davin isn't HERE, Lucky, YOU are. You are so fired....

L: You can't fire me I work for--

FW: Fine...go make sure the Bugatti has gas....Dammit!

Lucky smirks and heads toward the garage, while Firewoman is a whirling dervish of activity as she packs. Fire calls him back numerous times about various things which he handles. Finally, bags are packed and repacked, the car has fuel. Fire is on her cell.

FW: Yes, Xan, I'm on my way. I just...um...lost track of time. For four days, I know....You could have come too.......they left after like three hours.........fine, whatever, I'll see you in a little bit. YES, I'll go the speed limit.

Fire hangs up and rushes to the car. Lucky mockingly opens the door for her.

L: Speed limit.

FW: *smirking* That red line on the speedometer is kind of a limit, right?

Lucky shuts the door and Fire takes off very much NOT at the speed limit.

[BookerShark]

<If I Had a Heart by Fever Ray begins to play and Chloe steps out from the darkness under a single lightbulb. As the music plays, she whispers the lyrics>

this will never end
'Cause I want more
more, give me more
Give me more

<Moose steps from the darkness as well and joins Chloe under the light>

MHJ: The heroes. The unbreakable one. The black sheep

this will never end
'cause I want more
more, give me more
give me more

MHJ: One should be a Saint......two deny they ever acted as a Saint.....and one refuses to believe he could be a Saint

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

MHJ: There has been a lot of talk about the Saints. Since Carter and Punswick left....that we are not unified, that we are not united. Christian Carter is right about one thing.....he is a leader....I knew his time in the Saints would be brief, the Suicide Kings are his and his alone. I wish he and Punswick the best.....so long as our paths do not cross

If I had a voice I would sing

MHJ: This week the Saints face old enemies. There are not enough words to describe our history with Firewoman. My sister, our sister, our blood, whether anyone likes it or not. We find ourselves....once again....on opposite sides of the ring. Come what may, we are still blood

Dangling feet from window frame
will I ever ever reach the floor
More, give me more, give me more

MHJ: Texpress. Chad and Zane. The self-professed greatest tag team in OOWF history. Well cowboys, let me give you a history lesson, in Stank, LD Williams and I, you have three of the greatest tag teams the OOWF has ever seen. And in time....Chloe and I will add our names to that list

Crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside
just to come around
More, give me more, give me more

MHJ: And Danny Taylor. The man who took my title. The man who was King....for a moment. The man who believes he cannot be broken. The cracks are there Danny, we all see them. A man can only be pushed so far....you have been beaten. You have been bloodied. And most importantly.....you have been humiliated. You remember that feeling, don't you Danny? To have all you worked so hard for, taken from you in an instant. You remember that pain Danny? You remember that feeling? Good. I want you to wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, knowing what you loved was taken from you.....just like you took Chloe from me. I will haunt you Danny. I will haunt you so you never, ever forget that torment. I will break you....I will destroy you.

If I had a voice I would sing

MHJ: Trust me

<Chloe begins to laugh maniacally,Moose strikes the Christ pose and Chloe kneels before him and stares into the camera>

Chloe: baptized in the blood of the innocents.....the Saints will burn you down

<they both laugh like deranged lunatics, Moose reaches up and turns off the light and we hear Chloe whisper

trust us

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*Miranda Williams is walking through the hallway of random encounters when she encounters the Murphys. Daniella looks at her with a thousand yard stare, and Miranda looks back unfazed*

Dee: So you're LD's kid?

Miranda: So what about it?

*Murphys Law look at each other, then DK hands Daniella a 5 dollar bill*

Dee: I knew it! I've watched every match ever since the OOWF started, and I knew I'd seen your style before!

Miranda: So we don't have a problem?

DK: Where my sister's concerned, you can never be sure you don't have a problem, but no, we just wanted to settle a bet.

*They all exchange fist bumps, then Scheme Gene approaches*

SG: Murphy's Law, Stan Fulton called you out...

DK: "Wild dog's", Stan...close but no cigar...how about let slip the dogs of war?

Dee: Fulton, no one here in the OOWF has seen me when I am really angry. You won't like me when I'm angry.

[BookerShark]

*This video was sent to OOWF Headquarters last night*

*Since the next show is in Jos' homestate of Texas, Mr. Amazing is at Casa De Jos in Houston, Texas.
He is drinking wine in front of a fire place while sitting in a blinged out looking throne. He's sporting a cute grey 3 piece suit and his Rayban Sunglasses. His hair is combed back and his LBCW Heavyweight title is hanging proudly in the background*




Jos: "Suicide Kings". *A soft grin comes across his face as he scoffs*

Not gonna front, thought that was a cheesy generic name for our little *air quotes* "Alliance" that we have going on.

Never really thought about the name but after a few days, "Suicide Kings" is starting to grow on me.

You see, I was more infatuated with the message this "Alliance" is trying to send. Not necessarily the name.

What you all fail to comprehend, what everyone in that OOWF locker room fails to understand is that "this" *reveals the King of Hearts Card* was a long time coming!

My alliance with Carter? We may hate each other, but there's a mutual respect that's resonated at the bottom of all that hatred. One day Carter sensed my frustrations in OOWF and we talked on that flight to Canada for an LBCW show. Junchiro, you may have a few magic tricks up your sleeve but Carter performed the trick of all tricks. For the first time Carter looked me in the eye's and told me the "truth".

Truth is, since day 1 all 3 of us came to this company, bright eyed, happy and ready to take this company to the next level. I was ready to prove that I wanted to carry this company on my back! And since day 1 all I've been shown is disrespect!

From getting superkicked in the airport by that "BITCH" Edra, getting constantly disrespected by Firewoman like I don't belong here; to getting "fucked" by management as the Onslaught Champion. Seriously? Your "PURE" Wrestling title in a triple threat match?

Christian Carter as much as myself were tired of being passed over for opportunities while douche bags like Alexander Darling and Matt "Foltz" have been hand given opportunity after opportunity. Even after the despicable and horrific things they've done in the past in OOWF!

That's when it clicked. Instead of waiting for a hand out like some peasant, we decided to claim our glory, like Kings!

If you think you can stop us, that's just career "suicide", but if you do, by all means, step up. We know we are the best not only in the OOWF, but the entire world. I'm tired of being "patient". It's time to be "Amazing". 

This Wednesday is the beginning of our "reign". Matthew, Alexander... Prepare to be Amazed. 

Alexis, don't worry about your brother too much... Your time will come too, sweet tits!

*Winks, smirks then throws the King of Hearts card to the camera*

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo is playing cards with a little girl at the library.

Mai: …Got any threes?

Girl: No silly, you asked that! Go Fish!

Mai smiles and draws.

Girl: Got any twos?

Mai: Well, I’ll be, I do!

Mai gives her the card, and the girl makes her last pair.

Girl: I win! I win!

Mai: Good strategy, Marcie! Now get back to the reading circle, your mom is probably waiting.

The little girl runs off. Mai shuffles the deck, and looks to the camera.

Mai: There’s an old joke. A magician pulls an audience member up to the stage. He asks him to think of a card. He takes the card off the top of her deck. “Is this your card?” “Yes sir!” He asks him to think of another. Draws another. “Is this your card?” “Yes sir!” Another. “Is this your card?” “Yes sir!”

The magician looks down at his off hand, and thinks “My word, my magic has improved tremendously since I got this handgun!”

Mai places the deck down.

Mai: Coercion through violence is not amazing, Jos. It’s not even uncommon or remarkable. Want to see amazing? Watch what I do to Carter’s old running buddy this week.

And for the record…and folks who remember my debut should guess this…I taught Junichiro all the magic he knows.

Mai takes her hands that have been held above the deck, rubs them together, squeezes her left fist three times, and then opens it up…to show the Queen of Clubs.

Mai: Did you miss it? The closer you look…

Mai reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out the deck of cards. We then notice it’s no longer on the table.

Mai: …the less you’ll actually see.

FADE