OOWF Midweek Mayhem (06/13) Live from Detroit, Mic

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Episode #499
Live from Detroit, Michigan

Main Event
Grand Slam Ceremony for Firewoman & Alexander Darling

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Phoenix Rising (c) vs. LD Williams & Attitude Adjuster

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Danny Taylor (c) vs. Matt Folz

OOWF Onslaught Title Match
Ghosthead (c) vs. Comrade Sharkoff vs. JP Sparxx

Street Fight
Rabbit Mask vs. Crowing

Stan Fulton vs. Zane Myers
Chad Madison vs. Mai Muyo
Chris Evans vs. Stank
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville & Justin Sane vs. Power & Glory
Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. El Lobo Sangriento



Card subject to us realizing it's in Detroit and not wanting to show up.

[BookerShark]

*Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo are walking toward their locker room after the show. Stan is doing a very poor job feigning interest in what Mai is saying. And she's saying a lot. Very quickly.*

MM: ...and then...Stan! Did you see that clothesline, Stan? That was AMAZING! And then you came out and-

SF: Yup, I was there, Mai.

MM: I KNOW! So then you totally know what happened when Justin-

SF: I do know. Yes.

MM: Cool...so then after that....

SF: Listen, Mai? Great job tonight, but I'd just really like to take a shower and head on out of here, know what I mean?

MM: Oh yeah. Sure. I'll wait for you!

SF: Yeah. Sure. Super.

*Stan heads into the shower and we hear the water start running. Mai continues her semi-mania and grabs her phone*

MM: Junichiro! Did you see! Wasn't it great?!?!

*The door to the locker room quietly closes. Mai appears to have not noticed*

MM: Now Juni....Juni don't talk like that. Stan is a great partner! He's experienced and....one second....

*She puts her hand over the phone, and now notices the guy in a Ski Mask, dressed all in black, holding a metal pipe in his hand. Somehow, she appears to recognize him right away*

MM: You're not supposed to be here!

*Ski Mask Guy just shrugs*

MM: Anyway, were you looking for Stan? He's in the shower.

*Ski Mask Guy shakes his head no*

MM: Oh. You're looking for me?

*Ski Mask Guy nods*

MM: Oh. *she looks disappointed for a second* Ok then.

*Mai launches herself at Ski Mask Guy with an incredible Jumping Spin Kick which catches Ski Mask Guy right on the point of the jaw. Ski Mask Guy nearly comes off his feet as he stumbles backwards. Mai sets herself to attack again and tries something, but appears to have forgotten Ski Mask Guy is still holding the pipe, and when she goes to attack, the wobbled Ski Mask Guy cracks Mai directly in the temple. Ski Mask Guy definitely has a lot of accuracy with those pipe shots. Mai spins around and ends up on all fours. She tries a couple of times to stand up, but her equilibrium is completely gone, and she falls down with each try as she looks like a punch-drunk prize fighter. To her credit, Mai doesn't quit, and tries to get up again, but Ski Mask Guy finally puts her out of her misery with yet another temple shot. Blood starts to trickle from Mai's head as the water from the shower turns off.*

SMG: I really am sorry, Mai. But you left me no choice, did you?

*Ski Mask Guy kneels over the unconscious form of Mai Muyo. He dips his finger in the bleeding wound, and then traces the number "2" on her forehead. He pauses a moment, as if reflecting on things, before standing up, grabbing the pole, jumping, and slamming it with full force into the ground, causing an extremely loud "CLANG" noise as it hits the floor. He makes for the door and leaves, just as Stan Fulton comes lumbering out of the shower, obviously having heard the noise, and hastily wrapping a towel around himself.*

SF: What the-....Mai? MAI!

*He checks for injuries and a pulse. Mai appears to be fine, except for the whole unconscious and bleeding thing. Stan grabs for his phone and hits a speed dial*

SF: Yeah...Yeah Chris? Chris? We have a problem. It's Mai. No, she's NOT fine, she's unconscious and bleeding in the middle of the locker room!...No, I didn't do it, dumbass...Chris? I'm a former World Champion. I'll speak to you however I wish, and when I say "we" have a problem? I mean you and me. "We" have a problem. We're either all New Guard or we're not, and we're SUPPOSED to be watching out for each other.....Well, whatever...just get here...

*Stan snaps the phone closed and goes back to tending to Mai. Meanwhile, the camera cuts back to Ski Mask Guy, who is about to leave the arena. He's passed in the hallway by J-P Sparxx and Jewel. They both shoot Ski Mask Guy a dirty look, but they don't slow down and just keep walking. Sparxx's phone starts to go off just as Ski Mask Guy heads out into the darkness, disappearing into the night.*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Wyatt, Power, and Glory are pounding on their door still trying to get out. Finally Justin Sane comes by and pulls the forklift away from their door. The ladies finally get the door to give way.

WC: Really? Really? What the hell?

Justin: Can I borrow Five Bucks.

WC: Later, Justin. Stan and Mai have totally crossed the line.

Edra: Huh?

WC: It's one thing to launch random sneak attacks on people, but to do what they just did to their own partners, that's over the line.

Clio: But Uncle Wyatt, you said...

WC: I KNOW What I said. I still don't like the Hawai'ians, but you don't disrespect your teammates. You dance with the ones what brung you. It once again shows how Cubby McTootsalot likes to talk about the New Guard being for the New Guard, they they can't even support their own members!

Justin: Can I borrow Five Bucks.

WC: What FOR, Justin.

Justin: So I can help Awesome Bill start planning for next week's match.

WC: Against who?

Edra: Whom?

Clio: No, who, definitely who?

WC: Who?

Justin: You.

WC: Me?

Justin: No, them. (Justin points at Power and Glory)

Edra and Clio: Us?

Justin: You.

WC: Them?

Justin: Them.

Edra and Clio: Ewww.

WC: What's wrong, girls?

Edra: We don't wanna fight our friends?

Clio: Yeah, that's so not fair.

WC: Ladies, now, you knew this was a possibility.

Justin: That's OK. At least they're not Draculas. Or Sharks. Or your friend Mai who's bleeding.

Edra and Clio: What?

Justin: Someone attacked her in her dressing room. She's hurt pretty bad.

Edra and Clio: NO! (The girls move to head that way, but Wyatt stops them)

WC: Wait, ladies. You know that's enemy territory.

Edra: But we LIKE Mai.

Clio: Yeah, she's weird, but fun.

WC: Fun. Turning on your teammates is fun? No, you stay here. We'll see what we can find out.

Justin: Ladies, do you like bubble wrap?

Edra: What?

Justin: Do you like bubble wrap?

Clio: Sure....Justin...sure we do.

Justin: Wait here, I bring some back. It'll take your mind off of Mai. Wyatt?

WC: (Handing Justin Five Bucks) Here.

Justin: Thanks!

Edra: I don't like this.

WC: That's OK, I've got a plan. Let's go back inside.

Clio: But Mai...

WC: Will be perfectly fine...come on.

Power and Glory reluctantly follow Wyatt back into their dressing room as we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

The celebration is in full swing at the Destroyitarium. A huge sign that reads "CONGRATULATIONS ALEX AND FIRE" is hanging over the bar, and there are streamers of metallic gold, red, and orange all over the place. All of the faces are there, even LD and Stank (who is keeping his distance from Alex, however). The champagne is flowing. Fire goes up to Bridgette, Zane, and Chad with a bottle of Freixenet Cordon Negro Extra Dry and three glasses. She's clearly had a few glasses herself.

ZM: Fire...we don't drink.

FW: AW, c'mon...just this once? Fire gives Chad her version of puppy-dog eyes.

CM: Well, maybe just this-

ZM: NO!

Bridge: Look, sug...go ahead and pour them, we'll clink the glasses with you, okay?

FW: PERFECT! You are clearly the brains in this outfit.

*clink*

Back to the rest of the party, Alexander is at the bar, watching Fire move from person to person, . Ashley and Spencer join him.

ASh: Aw, why aren't you out there with her having fun?

Spenc: He likes to watch her do her thing, right?

AD: *smiles* Something like that. You know, I am not sure...but I don't think she's ever smiled that much in her life. At least since I've known her.

Spenc: She has a lot to smile about...you both do.

Firewoman comes up to Alex with her bottle of champagne still somewhat full, minus the three glasses for Texpress.

AD: You're slipping, it's still got stuff in it.

FW: Yeah, well, last time I mixed alcohol and my medications I ended up taking an unscheduled three-day vacation.

AD: Yeah, I'm...I'm sorry about that....

FW: Eh, it's okay...just, you know...you disappear like that on me again...

AD: I know.

Spence: Okay, you guys need to go have fun.

AD: I was kind of hoping for a slightly more...um...quiet celebration.

FW: Oh really?

Alexander leans in and whispers something in Fire's ear. She...giggles? Really?

FW: You are ON, mister.

Ash: Did she just giggle?

Spence: She has had SOME champagne.

AD: Dr. Freedman promises...no observations...go have fun..I'll join you in a second.

Firewoman wanders off.

Spenc: So what's next?

AD: Well, we have the Grand Slam ceremony and--

Ash: Isn't that the one where all former Grand Slam Champions come in?

AD: Yep.

Spence: So...that means.....

AD: Yep.

Spence: The last person to win gets to induct the new member, or in this case, members.

AD: Yep.

Ash: Who was that?

Spence: Junichiro Muyo.

AD: Yep.

Ash: Oh.....

AD: Yep. She hasn't realized that yet. Nor has she realized that her brother might be there, too.

Ash: Well...don't mention it tonight. Just have fun, and enjoy the moment.

Spence: Yeah! You know this almost feels like the wedding reception you guys didn't have!

AD: Very funny.

Ash: It gets funnier...BRING IT OUT, DANNY!

Danny and Victor roll out table that has a large cake on it. It kind of looks like a wedding cake, except it's chocolate inside, and has a Firewoman and Alexander Darling action figure on the top, with two belts made out of aluminum foil.

FW: *taking a swig from her champagne bottle* THAT is beautiful!!

AD: C'mon, let's do this right, then.

Fire and Alex do the standard cake cutting thing and do NOT smear cake all over each others' faces. Cameras flash all around. The party continues with dancing and stuff. Alex goes back to the bar to get something, and he turns around to see Firewoman doing some fire-eating tricks, but she's dangerously close to the streamers as she takes a swig of whiskey, lights her Zippo brand lighter and does the flame thrower trick. Somewhere Johnny Adrenaline screams in pain. Somewhere closer a streamer catches on fire.

AD: Oh crap...

Alexander rushes over to put it out, and he does, and then he takes the lighter jokingly away from Fire, who pretends to pout as we FAAAAAAAAADE to loud dance music, but totally NOT dubstep.

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a quiet locker room, far from any celebration. Spartan in its décor. Certainly not where you’d expect to find former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, former OOWF Intercontinental Champion, former OOWF Onslaught Champion, former OOWF DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion and former OOWF Campeonas de Trios champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

“Ski Mask Guy. Nice name. Seriously, get an image. But you’ve done one thing you shouldn’t have. You attacked my partner. You laid her out without provocation.

“And that I cannot abide. For you see, I’m immensely loyal to those to whom I’ve given my word. I gave my word to Matt Folz to be his tag team partner and he abandoned me for the so-called spotlight of Davin Moreland. I gave my word to Ravenna Blue to be her partner and she left for who-knows-where.

“I gave my word to LD Williams and Tytan and we became Trios champs. Then they moved on. I gave my word to Davin Moreland and Kevin Nash. And I became World Heavyweight Champion. And I gave my word to give Davin multiple shots at the title. And I did. And he, when unable to defeat me, left me on my own.

“I gave my word to Chris Evans and Matt Folz, again, and joined the New Guard because I believed they meant to elevate the younger talent.

“I told Wyatt, Edra and Clio that I had to finish what I started before I could move on. But the New Guard has become something that I did not sign up for.

“Wyatt? You are annoyed with Mai and myself for attacking The Kai and Aina. Though the rest of the New Guard may have had their reasons, I had mine. And Mai was there to back me up, because that’s what partners do.

“For you see, those wedding invitations that went out? I traced the paper and determined who had them made and sent. It wasn’t any secret that my attaché, Martha Rodriguez, runs my business interests out of Miami. So someone made a contact to a friend in Miami. And they made the whole wedding up out of thin air. To mess with me.

“So when I found out that Nolani did that because she saw Mai and I as a threat to her boys’ tag titles, I joined in on the retribution that Chris and Matt planned. All respect to Wyatt and Power & Glory, but I needed to send a message as well. That message is sent.

“Now where the New Guard goes from here I don’t care. Chris and Matt are off on some crazy reckoning. That’s not why I signed on. But I am Mai Muyo’s tag team partner. And if she’s staying in the New Guard, that’s her choice. There’s no reason we cannot be tag partners with only one of us in the New Guard. And if Chris and Matt come off their high pedestals and again make the New Guard what it was supposed to be? Well, I’ll be happy to help.

“So, Ski Mask Guy. You’ve stepped into a place you don’t want to be. You’ve made an enemy out of the next Grand Slam Champion. Not a wise idea. You’ve seen what I’m capable of when I’m crossed. And you’ve crossed me.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Fade IN to Dubstep, because Fire totally loves Dubstep. There's actually one of those lulls in multiple conversation where everyone goes quiet at the same time. Just at that moment, a silhouetted figure appears in the doorway. On a golf cart? Is it Johnny Ace?*

DM: *On Hoverround* What does a 6-Pack Champ have to do to get a drink around here?!?

Everyone: DAVIN!

*Everyone crowds around Davin's Hoverround for a bit to say hi and whatever before going back to the festivities. Someone fastidiously puts some champagne in his hand. A minute or so passes and people go back to whatever they were doing before. Alex and Fire hang around him for a minute. Fire can barely contain herself as she's had a Hug/Anaconda Vice on Davin's neck since he showed up*

DM: *cough* You're choking me out, Squirt.

FW: *regains a little composure before stopping* Oh, sorry. I'm just so glad to see you!

AD: Didn't think you were going to make it, brother-in-law.

DM: What, and miss the chance of overshadowing your Grand Slam Moment by showing up via satellite? I don't think so.

AD: Tap tap tap...

*Davin WHIPS out a piece of trusty rebar from his Optional Hoverround Rebar Holster (tm) inches from Alex's face*

DM: I'll "tap tap tap" this puppy right upside your domepiece if you don't shut the fuck up. My arms still work.

FW: Oh, stop it you two! *she hugs/vices Davin again*

DM: *cough* Seriously?

FW: Oh, sorry.

DM: It's ok, Squirt. Seriously. I'm proud of both of you jobbers. Grand Slam's no joke, kids.

FW: I KNOW! *giggles before grabbing more champagne from somewhere*

AD: Fire, don't you think you should slow-

DM: NONSENSE DARLINGMAN! Allow the do-gooder to get herself nice and shitty drunk. It's a celebration after all.

AD: *sigh* You don't have to try to get her back to the room later. *He ducks a flash right hand from Firewoman* HEY!

*Fire giggles*

DM: Seriously. Stop giggling though. It's creepy.

FW: IS NOT!

DM/AD: ....

FW: Ok, a little creepy. But He says-

AD: Ok, I don't care what HE has to say. I'm gonna make sure your motorcycle hasn't been stolen yet.

FW: ...

AD: This IS Detroit, after all.

FW: ...

DM: He's going pee.

FW: Oh. HAHAHAHAHA!

*Alex just shakes his head before heading to the bathroom. Fire goes for another chokehold on her cousin, before she's tactfully re-directed by Davin*

DM: So. Did you write your speech yet?

FW: Speech?

DM: You have to give a speech. It's tradition.

FW: Oh. Well...no. Not exactly. I'll whip something up.

DM: You know, they play your speech every time someone wins a Grand Slam.

FW: They do?

DM: Yeah.

FW: ...

DM: ...

FW: *looking a little nervous* Um....

DM: I'm sure Lucky has something ready already.

FW: Oh YEAH! That's why I pay him!

DM: Partly, yeah. So, you know the other tradition, right? The last Grand Slam winner presents you?

FW: Yeah. I heard. He probably won't show up anyway.

DM: And miss a chance at some free self-promotion? Hell, *I* couldn't even do that; and I don't photoshop my face on my title belts.

FW: Well...that makes me feel...not better. Thanks, Sasquatch.

DM: You've got nothing to worry about. I mean, Alex will be right there...

FW: ...

DM: *waves his rebar around a little* And free drinks aren't the only reason I showed up, Squirt.

FW: oh...YOU! *she goes in for another chokeout, but Davin talks her through it*

DM: Gentle...gentle...I'm a fragile old man. *She manages a regular human hug for a minute* My wife's gonna be pissed when she finds all these bruises on my neck.

*Fire giggles. Again. Jesus H.*

FW: I'm hungry.

DM: There's food here, right?

FW: Um...probably?

DM: Then let's go get some, Squirt. Geez.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

<off in one corner of the party, Justin Sane and Awesome Bill From Dawsonville are sitting at a table. Bill is clearly not on his first bottle of Pine Cone Party Likker>

ABFD: Justin, lemme tell ya somethin' son, sometimes my memory ain't so good......

JS: From all the party likker?

ABFD: What? Aw hell no, not that! When I was a youngin, I was kicked by a damned ol mule! Sumbitch reared back and kicked me right in my headspace! Can you believe that mess?

JS: Yes

ABFD: You know what I did though? I put that ol boy in a damned CAMEL CLUTCH! HELL YEAH! I made that sumbitch TAP OUT! Oh he tried to fight, but I done beatify him and made him TAP OUT! Ain't that right donkey?

Donkey : EEEEEEE-YA

JS: There is a donkey here

ABFD: He looked lonely

JS: ok.......focus......where was this story going?

ABFD: huh?

JS: Why are you telling me this?

ABFD: Telling you what?

JS: That your memory is bad

ABFD: OH! Yeah....well......uh.....my brain don't always remember right, and then it gets to arguin with me about what happened, and then I tell brain he is a dumbass, but that ol boy controls my fists and we get to takin' it out on my face, then pine cone party likker shows up, the law is called, court dates is set, then ignored and.......uh

JS: almost there......

ABFD: OH YEAH! Last week, didn't we lose to ol NASCAR Stan and Your Muyo?

JS: Mai Muyo

ABFD: That's what I said

JS: Not doing this again........yes, we lost

ABFD: HA! HOT DAMN SON! Them ol' boys up in accountifying done messed up! Lookitchere, I done got paid monies for LOSIN a damn match! They think they is SO DAMN SMART! WHO'S THE SMART ONE NOW!

JS: Bill......we get paid whether we win or lose. You just get paid more if you win

ABFD: We do?

JS: Yes, you get paid a salary, then match bonuses

ABFD: Celery? Ain't that that green leafy stuff what come in my bloody mary but I throw away because I ain't no damn rabbit!

JS: No, that is celery, you get a salary

ABFD: Uhhhhh

JS: One is green and.......well they are both green

ABFD: Soooo.......what you are sayin is.........we get paid with rabbit food?

JS: Sure, let's go with that. Did you see who we face this week?

ABFD: Shark Dracula?

JS: No

ABFD: NASCAR Stan and Your Muyo?

JS: Mai Mu......no

ABFD: They Hawaiians what fly around the ring?

JS: No

ABFD: Well hell, no I ain't seen

JS: Power and Glory

ABFD: HERCULES?

JS: <holding his head> no. Edra and Clio. Managed by Wyatt Cox

ABFD: the who and the what now, managed by the whatfor?

JS: <taking a deep breath, then explains the entire backstory behind Wyatt, Edra, Clio and Firewoman>

ABFD: Well hell! Wyatt.......ain't that the old boy that done give you five bucks to get bubble wrap?

JS: Yes

ABFD: And them other girls, thems the womerns that he done trainified to be wrasslers

JS: yes

ABFD: Outstandener than hell. Wanna see what I did with that there bubble wrap?

JS: Yes

<Bill pulls out a wiffle ball bad wrapped in bubble wrap>

JS: What is that?

ABFD: This right chere is to keep Shark Dracula away

JS: It is?

ABFD: Son, don't you know nothin? Shark Draculas hate bubbles! It's science

JS: It is?

ABFD: Hell yeah! And if I hit him upside the head with this, that ol boy ain't gonna know what hit him!

JS: What is this called? We should market it, like the NASCAR!

ABFD: HELL YEAH! How about Big Ol Badass Bat What Hit Shark Dracula Upside The Head And Knocked That Ol Boy Into Next Week

JS: Hmmmm that might be a little long

ABFD: What about........Happy Bubble Bat

JS: Perfect! Think it will sell?

ABFD: HELL YEAH! Trust me!

JS: I wouldn't say that

ABFD: Why not?

JS: Trust me

ABFD: But you just......

JS: Never mind that, why is donkey still here?

ABFD: <getting annoyed> BECAUSE YOU LEAD ONE DAMN HIGH SPEED CHASE ON A DAMN MOTORIZED RASCAL AND JOHNNY LAW SAYS NUH UH YOU CAN'T HAVE A DAMN LICENSE! WELL FORGET THAT MESS! THERE AIN'T NO LAW AGAINST RIDIN' MY MULE!

<with that, Bill downs the rest of his party likker, hops on the back of Donkey and waves Happy Bubble Bat around>

ABFD: HIYO DONKEY! LETS GO FIND US SOME MORE PARTY LIKKER! Now where the hell is that sumbitchin hardware store?

<donkey brays and heads out of the room toward the exit>

ABFD: Outstandener than hell

<fade>

[BookerShark]

(The celebration for Firewoman and Alexander Darling continues at the Destroyitarium as Edra, Clio, and Wyatt enter.)

WC: This isn't a good idea, girls.

Edra: Uncle Wyatt, you saw the note. Everyone is invited, well, except the New Guard

Clio: Crossing Guard

WC: Security Guard

Edra: National Guard

Clio: Honor Guard

WC: Guard Dog

Edra: I thought we were going to leave Noelani out of this...

Clio: Edra!

WC: ANYWAY, we'll just stop by, pay our respects to the champs, and head to Dallas to pick up the airplane.

Edra: It's ready?

WC: Yep, we'll fly it into Ely tonight.

Clio: Wow, our own airplane. Neat.

Wyatt looks over at a table and sees Danny and Vic. Danny sees them and smiles and waves. Wyatt and Edra and Clio wave back, but Vic looks over with distain. They continue toward the loud and seemingly very intoxicated Firewoman and a very frustrated Alexander Darling, who sees Wyatt and the Girls first.

WC: Congrats, champ.

AD: Look what the cats drug in.

WC: Easy, Alex. Just wanted to pay our respects and leave.

AD: What a great idea. Goodbye.

Edra: Mr. Darling, congratulations.

Clio: Congratualtions, Mr. Darling.

AD: Thank you ladies, now if you'll excuse me...

FW: Wyatt! Ladies! How are you?

Edra: Congratulations, Firewoman

Clio: Yes, Congratulations.

FW: Thank you. Goodbye. Firewoman drunkenly waves her hand

WC: Fire, I meant what I said the other night. You have got it back.

FW: I never lost it Wyattie-poo. Now go back with your little girls and play big daddy while I enjoy my party. I've got some fun times ahead tonight.

WC: I don't doubt that. Girls, let's....girls?

Wyatt turns around to find Edra and Clio in the corner talking to Ashley and Spencer...Much laughing and flirting is going on...

WC: I knew this was a mistake...

Wyatt heads for the corner where the ladies are gathered as we....

FADE

[BookerShark]

Stank walks up to Firewoman.

FW: LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.

S: Lisa...congratulations...

FW: Aw...thanks. Want some champagne?

S: In a minute...look...I overheard you and Davin talking....I should be mad, but I'm not....Ecosystem was NOT the last person to have the Grand Slam.

FW: NO? Oh...wait....YOU!!!!! I can't believe Moose told me wrong.

S: Huh?

Kayfabe throws a beer bottle at them.

FW: I mean...I'm so sorry I forgot that!

S: It's okay....Davin is right though...he might be there...but don't worry. He won't start anything. He makes a move...any move...it'll be his last.

FW: Aw, thanks, dude. You know, I've missed our morning runs. What are you doing tomorrow?

S: Nursing my hangover....

FW: Okay, well listen....

Their conversation is hidden by the music.

[BookerShark]

<a stage hand runs into GM Selena's office>

S: Ma'am, there is something on the news I think you should see

GMS: What?

S: Uhhh

GMS: Spit it out already

S: Well......Bill is riding his donkey down I75 threatening Detroit

GMS: Who?

S: Detroit

GMS: The entire city?

S: Yes

<GM Selena turns on the tv and we see Awesome Bill From Dawsonville riding Drunkey down I75, once again a few cops are chasing him, one pulls up next to him, Bill swings Happy Bubble Bat wildly and yells

.....hey HEY! Hey you sumbitch......what does Detroit basketball and my pants have in common? They's both pissed-ons!

.....With that Bill bursts into laughter, then gets taken down off Drunkey by the cops. GM Selena turns the TV off and gets to her feet heading out of the office>

GMS: I hate this guy

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland is DRINKING~! (or at least, kinda), and chatting with his former co-workers and appears to be having a grand old time as everyone pays attention to him. You know, just how he likes it. Danny and Lobo start some sort of drunken storytelling pantomime thing, and this gives Davin a chance to check his phone for texts. There aren't any, but it's enough of a distraction for him to focus on things other than the conversation right in front of him. He smiles as he looks at his Optional Hoverround Rebar Holster (tm), and is about to replace the rebar when he notices a piece of paper sticking out of the holster. Confused, he pulls it out and opens it, before a more wistful smile comes over his face. He folds it back up and puts it in his pocket and goes back to the conversation-ish-thing going on.

He's still not fully engaged in it though, and allows his eyes to wander around the room. He sees Stank and Ashley jabbering away while Edra and Clio are shamelessly flirting with Spencer. Wyatt tries to mask his anxiety given the present situation by playing with Shotglass. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees an intoxicated Firewoman hanging on the arm of her husband; smiling and laughing. Alex appears to be having just as good of a time.

They appear to be very much in love.

Davin smiles, but suddenly looks concerned as he slowly takes the paper out of his pocket again and looks at it. He looks up again and immediately pushes a speed dial on his phone.*

DM: ......I know you see it's me, and you're being a pussy and not answering. I'm coming over. Don't worry, I'm bearing gifts.

*He punches the phone off and quickly tries to get his stuff together and say his goodbyes to everyone. Before he can get away with just a wave to his cousin and brother-in-law, Fire intercepts him.*

FW: Wh....Where are you going?

DM: To the hotel, Squirt. I'm exhausted. I'm not used to being up this late.

FW: Oh. *looks disappointed, then suddenly happy* Wanna go running tomorrow?

DM: *blank stare* Seriously?

FW: What? Oh....OHHHH....Oh, sorry Sathqu---Bigf---

DM: Davin's fine.

FW: Davin. *tries to drunkenly compose herself* Call you tomorrow?

DM: Of course. You know where I am.

*Davin manages to escape with one last Anaconda Vice and Hoverrounds it out the door and into the parking lot, where a car is waiting. We go to commercial, and I don't feel like putting something clever up.*

*Fade out*

*Time Passes*

*Fade In*

*We're in a Shady Neighborhood in the 8 Mile section of Detroit (no pun intended, but it was a pretty good one). The limo pulls up to what appears to be one of many 2-bedroom ranches on the street; although this one seems to have a mowed lawn and relatively new paint. It also has a handicapped ramp. Davin, fresh with new paper bag in his lap, rolls on up and knocks on the door. It opens. The camera focuses only on Davin.*

DM: It's Jameson's.

*The camera pulls back and reveals.......Moosehead Jack??!*

MHJ: How do I know it's not apple juice? Or poison?

DM: Duh. HE would have told you.

MHJ: You're right. Come in.

*Time passes. Davin and Moose are sitting across from each other, a glass in front of each of them, bottle in the middle. It appears they've had a couple of drinks already without saying much of anything.*

MHJ: So. Are you going to talk? Or is this just going to be Me and Him plotting to kill you?

*Davin pulls the paper out of his pocket, opens it, and slaps it on the table in front of Moose*

DM: Remember this?

*Moose tries to look at it, but eventually has to pull a Ron Meyer and go for the reading glasses. He seems to recognize it immediately, but can't understand what this has to do with anything*

MHJ: You kept this?

DM: Psh. You kept yours too.

MHJ: Did not.

DM: Did too. I know you.

*Moose tries to blow him off, but notices Davin's not fucking around. So he gets up, pulls a piece of paper from his kitchen junk drawer, and slaps it in front of Davin*

MHJ: So what?

DM: *scans it and smiles* You know where you fucked up, right?

*He turns the paper to Moose, a list of 5 names written down. He points to his own name. "Davin"*

MHJ: That was a long time ago, Davin.

DM: Was it? That long ago? It wasn't always LIKE this you know.

MHJ: Well, you made your choices, Davin. And I've made mine. So, if that's all you have, thanks for the whiskey and the trip down memory lane, but...

*Davin sighs, and closes his eyes*

DM: You were right.

MHJ: Excuse me?

DM: *takes another deep breath before opening his eyes and staring straight into Moose's soul, what there is of one* You. Were. Right. I was wrong.

MHJ: About this?

DM: No. Not about this. About this.

*Davin points to another name on the list. Moose's eyes grow wide*

MHJ: I fucking TOLD YOU!

DM: You were just hoping it was true.

MHJ: No no. I was RIGHT! HA!

DM: To be fair, just because *I* think you're right...doesn't mean everyone does. Besides, I'm not even sure...just...I saw something...and it didn't sit right...and it reminded me of what you said back then....Jack...I think you were right.

MHJ: *is about to gloat again, but realizes this is actually difficult for Davin to get out* So...what are we going to do about it?

DM: Do?

MHJ: Yes. Do. You and me? We don't talk-

DM: I talk.

MHJ: -we DO. When we're at our best, we DO.

DM: In case you haven't noticed, fucko, I'm in a Hoverround, and you're pretty much retired yourself. What fucking business is it of ours anyway?

MHJ: OF COURSE IT'S OUR-

DM: Is it?

MHJ: *thinks* No. Of course it's not. But I don't have to like it. And neither do you. Besides, aren't you the one that cares about shit?

DM: Yes. But I don't know if it's my place. Or yours.

MHJ: Bullshit.

DM: This...this was a mistake. I'm sorry I bothered you, Moose.

MHJ: No, wait.

DM: What?

MHJ: I've I've spent all this time being right, and you've spent all this time being wrong...the least you can do is hear me out, right?

DM: *sigh* No tinfoil, Moose. No blood, death, respect, trust, none of that shit. You talk. I listen. I owe you that much. Anything else? And I was never here.

MHJ: He's telling me you were never here.

DM: He doesn't like me. Because I told him to fuck off.

MHJ: True.

DM: ...

MHJ: ...

DM: Bottle's almost empty. You have more?

MHJ: Yeah.

*Moose grabs a bottle from a cabinet nearby, and we fade as Moose pours a couple more glasses*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Pontiac, Michigan

[...]

Rabbit grabs Danny around the neck and hits the RABBIT DRIVER 2012...RIGHT ON THE CHAIR! He rolls Danny off the chair, and while Victor is pointing, makes the pin. NOW the referee turns around...one...two...THREE!!

Winner, in 14:22, Rabbit Mask

After the match, Victor is livid and climbs under the ropes to argue with Rabbit. Rabbit smiles at him and then all of sudden...WHITE MIST!! Victor drops like a stone, but since it's after the match...nothing the referee can do. Rabbit bails before Danny realizes what happened.

Rabbit Mask gets backstage and a reporter approaches. Rabbit grabs the microphone from the reporter, then throws an elbow and knocks them out cold.

RM: I just beat the Intercontinental Champion, Helen Keller, with ease. I just KO'd two separate beings, within seconds. I can lay you out, without contact. I'm the next legend of our legend. I'm the everything of anything. I'm the only thing in this world of which is certain to be perfect. I can be tested, by the normals that surround me, but it's all too clear. It's foretold, and it's universally known, though subconsciously. I'm the best in the world. In every world. Every universe... (Rabbit pauses and contemplates) People like you, Crowing, are simply pathetic in the eyes of someone who is me. Me, I'm better. Perceive that, get it through your head now, so it becomes a long-term memory sooner.

Rabbit Mask drops the mic and walks off as we fade.

[BookerShark]

(Wyatt Cox is on the air with his regular morning program and is coming back from break with a little Fleetwood Mac ( youtu.be/_VgoXwp2m4U ))

Good morning, American Sunrise rolls on for a Friday morning edition, and for once that's not the Presidential theme song, or the congressional theme song. Ironically, it's about this program.

For years on this program we've talked about truths. Waco. Branch Davidians. 9-11. Randy Weaver. The Militia movement. The Birther movement. We've examined these issues long before they made an appearance on NBC Nightly Nudes with Tom Brokejaw, we talked about, and I have always promised you one thing. The truth.

Well, right now, we're entering into the big confessional. And I ask you, my audience, to forgive me.

For I have sinned.

You see, on this program for a period of some seven weeks we spoke the truth as we saw it about a former world champion, the best wrestler in the world today, Lisa Quinn Darling, better known as Firewoman. We spoke about her distractions, her lack of focus, and the reasons for her lack of successes, and we postulated a number of theorems about her consistent recent failures. A couple of serious accusations kept coming up, but we could never round up the truth – the whole truth. But we have in the last 48 hours received what could be the smoking gun...and I am embarrassed.

For I have allowed personal feelings, personal desires, and, yes, family interests, to get in the way of the truth. That stops, now.

Wile I don't have all my ducks in a row, I pledge to you, our family of listeners at 396 great radio stations from coast to coast, that this story will not die. Because on this program money, political influence, clout, and privilege do not trump the truth. Over the next few days, you'll learn the fraud and the truth about All My Darlings. It is a truly sad story, one that will hurt to hear. It is not fiction, but it is truth.

For the truth will set us free.

We'll be back with a story on how a model used Twitter to bust a married celebrity that was hitting on her...after this word from our local stations....now 29 minutes past the hour, but first, your weekend weather outlook...

Wyatt pushes a button, turns off his microphone and leans back. His solace is interrupted as Edra and Clio burst into the studio. They are not happy.

Both: Uncle Wyatt!

WC: I thought you were still asleep.

Edra: After last night, who could sleep?

Clio: Yeah, we were making friends and having....fun.

WC: This has nothing to do with friends, nothing to do with family. This has everything to do with making sure the truth gets told. And you don't make a massive mistake.

Edra: Mistake?

WC: Don't give me that look. I saw how the two of you were mooning like a couple of lovesick puppies last night when Fire waved you off.

Clio: She was drunk!

WC: There was more truth there last night than you two want to admit. She's trouble. Let it go. I'll need you to be sharp and focused when we face her next time.

Edra: Next time?

WC: She and Alex have the titles. We want them. Besides, there's something else going on here that isn't going to be pretty. While you two were flirting and trying to get somewhere with Spencer, a lot of things fell into place, Look, I need to get back to work here. You two trust me?

Clio: But Fire...

WC: Things aren't as they appear. Patience. Trust me?

Both: (dejected but resigned) Yes, Uncle Wyatt...

WC: OK, let me finish the show and we'll go get the plane today...if you're good and we have time, maybe we can stop by Baby Dolls.....

Edra: Really? That would be yummy...

Clio: And the food's good too (Edra punches Clio in the arm) Hey!

WC: OK, Out....

(The ladies exit as Wyatt sits down to go back on the air)

WC: The fun's just starting, girls...

(The commericals end and the strains of the cast of Glee roll through the speakers ( youtu.be/1XGxUnnAYek ) which Wyatt uncharacteristically lets roll through tot the chorus)

WC: For nearly 20 years they've called us crackpots, but every time they do they eventually have to call us correct. They call us losers, but they want to be just....like...us... This is American Sunrise for a T G I Friday, eighth day of June. This is why we're buying our own airplane. Model Melissa Stetten was on a Virgin Air flight to LA when the guy sitting next to her started hitting on her. Stetton used the free WiFi to live tweet the encounter. Turned out the half sloshed romeo was identified by her Twitter followers as recovering alcoholic actor Brian Presley...who is married and has a son. Guess hat happens on Virgin Air...goes everywhere!

Wyatt continues his program as we..

FADE

[BookerShark]

CUT to a television studio set where former AWA announcer Marty O’Neil is behind a desk with the OOWF logo over his right shoulder.

MO: “Good afternoon everyone and welcome to this OOWF Newsbreak sponsored by Aquafina. My first guest this week takes on Stan Fulton at Midweek Mayhem. Please welcome one half of the self-proclaimed measuring sticks of the OOWF, Texpress, Zane Myers.”

Myers appears via satellite on a monitor to O’Neil’s left.

ZM: “Thanks, Marty.”

MO: “Zane, though you don’t spend a lot of time in non-tag team matches, you and your partner both have held singles titles in the OOWF. This week you face the man from which you won the OOWF Intercontinental Title, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Your thoughts?”

ZM: “First, Marty, thanks for noticing that Chad and I aren’t rookies when it comes to singles wrestling. I’ve faced Stan and both won the IC Championship from and lost it to him. He’s big, faster than you’d expect and has a mean streak a mile wide.”

ZM: “Stan’s distracted now with the inevitable collapse of the New Guard and the attack on Mai Muyo by Ski Mask Guy. Frankly, I don’t think Stan can measure up to me when we meet in Detroit, Michigan!”

(cheap pop)

MO: “Thanks, Zane. I’d like to bring in my next guest, your opponent, Stan Fulton.”

The screen splits with Zane on one side and Fulton on the other.

MO: “Stan, welcome to OOWF Newsbreak.”

SF: “Thanks, Marty.”

MO: “You’ve heard the comments of your opponent, Zane Myers. Do you have any comments?”

SF: “I do, Marty. First, Zane, I’ve never said you don’t have talent and you certainly could be a Grand Slam champion if you ever stopped hanging around that walking STD petri dish, Chad Madison.”

Myers gets visibly upset about the comment, but Fulton plows ahead.

SF: “And there’s no doubt I’ve had some distractions this week. Between the alleged wedding I was in, to the attack on my tag team partner to the dissention amongst the New Guard, it’s been a roller coaster ride. But make no mistake, Mr. Myers. When it comes time to step into that ring I will be ready. For you see, you and Chad claim to be the measuring sticks of the tag team division. But I’ve held every singles title this company offers. And when I take your favorite title I will be the next Grand Slam champion. And you’re not going to stand in my way on Wednesday night. Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton steps away from the camera and the monitor goes dark.

MO: “That’s all the time we have for now. My thanks to Zane Myers and Stan Fulton for being my guests today. Midweek Mayhem comes your way from Detroit, Michigan on Wednesday night. I’m Marty O’Neil for OOWF Newsbreak. Good night.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

**Attitude Adjuster and L.D. Williams are at a corner table in the Destroyitarium, arguing animatedly. Stank wanders over and joins them.**

AA: “Just the man we were looking for - Settle a bet for us Lucas.”

LDW: “A Bet? I thought it was a disagreement.”

AA: “That’s what I meant.”

LDW: “No no, I like taking your money. A bet it is. A hundred bucks.”

AA: “ You’re on. No, wait. You’re so wrong here…lets make it five hundred.”

LDW: “Done”

**Both men hand Stank the money. Of course they carry that much when they go drinking. One’s Canadian and the other’s AA.**

S: “So what’s the bet?”

AA: “After we win the tag titles Wednesday night, Williams is going to choose to keep the World Title, which will lead me to turn on him and challenge for the belt.”

S: “That’s…actually that’s not bad.”

AA: “The problem is, the Canadian Idiot here thinks that he should be the heel.”

**Kayfabe storms over, glaring. Williams kicks out a chair toward her**

LDW: “Have a seat Kay, it’s just a thought experiment. Besides, AA’s buying.”

AA: “With your money.”

S: “Gotta admit Billy Dee, I think he’s got you.”

LDW: “Nope. I’m the better heel here.“

AA: <spittakes> “You? A better Heel? In what world? You’re talking to one of the Chickenshit Heels! You’ve done two heelish things in your career. One was Antoine Cutter, which was mostly Johnny anyway, and the other was…was…was so dull I can’t even remember what it was. You’re too damn boring to be anything but a face!”

LDW: “But if I selfishly choose the World Title over my loyal, long-suffering tag team partner…”

S: “You’ve had two matches together…”

AA: “Exactly. I’m an opportunistic bastard! Everyone knows this! Of course you’d choose the World Title over me! I blindside you, cheat you out of the belt, and I’m the greatest heel champion of all time!”

S: “Ahem…”

LDW: “But think about it AA, the oldest of the old in the OOWF, chasing his first World Title - “

AA: “First, I’m not old. Second people won’t care about that after I turn on you and brutally beat you down.”

LDW: “Until you’ve come up short in half a dozen title shots, and it becomes painfully obvious that your old broken down body just can’t do what you’re willing it too. We do a final match inside a cage - last battle of Atlanta style - and you come out to Sinatra’s ‘My Way’, knowing that if you lose it might be you last ever match. Women crying in the aisles, begging you not to get in the ring”

**Kay wipes away a tear**

S: “You know, that would work. Maybe he has a point Alan.”

Firewoman <who apparently wandered over in time to catch most of the conversation>: “Or maybe Phoenix Rising kicks your asses and the money goes to Covenant house.”

**Williams and AA exchange a look. AA sighs**

AA & LDW: “Deal.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

(Edra, Clio, and Wyatt pull up to a terminal in Dallas' Love Field after an afternoon visit to Baby Dolls. The girls look a bit disheveled as does Wyatt but they compose themselves as they pull onto the tarmac.)

WC: Well, ladies, what do you think?



Edra: WOW!

Clio: This is neat!

(The pilot Mike lowers the stairs and Wyatt bows and gestures broadly)

WC: Ladies, your sky chariot awaits

(The ladies curtsey back)

Edra & Clio: Thank you, m'lord

The ladies giggle and laugh on the way up the stairs and are amazed when they see the interior for real.

Edra & Clio: Woooow.....

www.aso.com/uploads/adv/137039/9_5_1_sp.jpg [/img]

www.aso.com/uploads/adv/137039/2_17_1_sp.jpg [/img]

www.aso.com/uploads/adv/137039/7_9_1_sp.jpg [/img]

Edra: Uncle Wyatt! How can we afford this?

Clio: This is so...not like you. This is elegant, almost extravagant!

WC: Common sense. In what we spend a week on air tickets with the changes and last minute bookings, this makes sense. Four first class...

Edra: Four?

WC: I mean five...

Clio: Five?

WC: I may be asking Stan and Mai to join us soon.

Edra & Clio: EEEEEEEEE (The girls hug Wyatt in a death grip but he extracts himself)

WC: Easy, now. Nothing's set in stone yet, but when you consolidate things, it makes sense.

Edra: When do we take off, Uncle Wyatt.

WC: Mike?

Mike: Any time you're ready.

WC: Get us a vector for Ely and let's hit it. We're sleeping in our own beds tonight...

Clio: ...Awww...I was hoping...

WC: Mind off Spencer, young lady. Buckle up. What's our first stop, Mike.

Mike: Oklahoma City, Denver, maybe Salt Lake, then Ely.

(Wyatt picks up his phone and hits speed dial)

WC: Cattleman's Steakhouse? Yes, this is Wyatt Cox. I need to have an order delivered to Will Rogers World Airport. Yes, call Reid Mullins at KTOK, he has my private number, he can vouch for us. OK. Here's our order....

(Wyatt orders dinner for everyone as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

The Grand Slam celebration has dies off in the Destroyatorium as the various party goers have gone on their separate ways. Dashing Victor Deniro sits at the bar holding his head in his hands and staring wistfully into space. Dynamite Danny Taylor comes over and sits next to him. They spend some time in the comfortable silence that only old friends understand. Finally Danny nudges Vic, disturbing his thoughts.

DVD: Sorry, I was just thinking about the past.

Danny raises an eyebrow.

DVD: It's something Wyatt said. His claim that he brought his girls in the way he did, because he thought it was safer for him. It made me think about our first year.

Danny motions for him to continue.

DVD: My first day, I nearly had my head superkicked off. In the first month I was beaten badly by Stank and Poe. Within the fist six, Moose crucified me with barbwire from a turnbuckle. Noelani broke my heart and my nose while people we thought were friends beat us down in our own home.

Vic rubs the scar on his chest.

DVD: And that's not even including the stuff that happened with Eco or the new guard. He said he did what he did because it was safer for them, but this place is far from safe. You don't come her to make your beginning, you come here to cement your legacy. This place has the toughest, meanest and most dangerous people in the history of pro wrestling. It's not a place for those that are not ready for that.

Danny smiles and puts a hand on his friends shoulder. He points to his eyes, then behind himself, and shakes his head no. He then points to his eyes and points in front of himself and shakes it yes.

DVD: (beginning to smile) You are right. I need to stop dwelling on the past. We have new grand slam champs, you are the IC champ, it's time to look to the future.

slight pause.

DVD: This week we truly move forward. Folz gets his one on one rematch. You win that, and we can put him and the new guard behind us.

Danny makes the motion of having money with his hand.

DVD: Sure why not. Same bet as last time, you make him tap, and it's a thousand dollars to the charity of your choice.

Danny smiles and claps his friend on the back as the camera

FADES

[BookerShark]

It is early in the morning in Detroit. Fire is standing outside the arena ready for her run, yet not moving. A large shadow comes behind her.

FW: I hate this city.

Stank: I know.

FW: Hey...you haven't joined me for a while.

Stank: Yeah...I know. But I know what this place means to you, or doesn't mean....

FW: There's nothing but sadness here for me.

Stank: Wednesday night had to help a little.

FW: It did. So...think you can still keep up?

Stank: I'm giving it my best shot.

FW: Before we go....I would really like it if you introduced Alex and I at the Grand Slam.

Stank: I do get to be the last one to speak before you all.

FW: I know, but--

Stank: And I hate Alex.

FW: .....I know...okay, well I just thou--

Stank: But yes...I will. For you.

Firewoman beams a smile.

FW: Thanks, Lucas!

Stank: You've been doing that smiling thing a lot recently. It suits you.

FW: Yeah? See if you can catch it.

Firewoman takes off at a brisk pace. Stank mumbles something like "damn woman" under his breath and tries to keep up.

[BookerShark]

Wyatt is taking the SFJ that has been following them on a tour of his home and facility in East Ely, Nevada.

SFJ: This is huge, but it just looks like a big house from the outside.

WC: Just another failed government project from the 50's.

SFJ: Government:

WC: This originally was supposed to be a where the gubmint was gonna hide part of Congress and the Administration. They started, were almost done, but then Congress pulled the plug on the project. Well, the contractor bought the project from the government for pennies on the dollar. He resold every bit of gold, silver, and copper he found here and recouped every bit of his investment. Left behind a big huge core. I bought it ten years ago for next to nothing, move a classic home from downtown to up here, had contractors finish out the core, earthquake level reinforcements that would put Colorado Springs to shame. Finished space right now is 32,000 square feet, and currently in use is about 14,000 square feet with the below ground living spaces, backup studios, workout facility, and storage.

SFJ: This must use lots of power.

WC: 100% geothermal except for some solar for the water and heating, which really is minimal.

SFJ: Geothermal?

WC: Nevada is the geothermal energy capital of the world. We not only have enough energy to power this complex, but in an emergency, we could feed not only this county, but three counties with energy. The local co-op may buy in so that we can capitalize this complex faster, pay off our few outstanding obligations...

SFJ: ...like your new jet?

WC: Turboprop. Certainly not as fast as jet travel, but reliable, cheaper, and more comfortable. Our pilot/mechanic Mike is currently networking to find a full backup on the engines and props. They're out there, and once they're overhauled we'll put them in storage here just in case.

SFJ: That's a pretty big airplane.

WC: Yes, it is.

SFJ: Why such a big plane?

WC: Why not? Smaller, less comfortable planes were more expensive. In case you haven't noticed, Power and Glory are tall women. They're 5-11 like me. Did you ever try to sit in one of those tiny kindergarten size desks for six hours?

SFJ: Well, no.

WC: Exactly. We can arrive rested, relaxed, and ready for just about whatever awaits us. And because we're flying private, we don't have to go through the extensive TSA screenings. Though that's kinda upset the girls a little...

SFJ: What do you...oh...OH...

(Wyatt and the SFJ walk through the training area, where Edra and Clio are working with a masked jobber. Edra leaves the ring and walks over to Wyatt and the SFJ)

Edra: Uncle Wyatt, can we take a break?

WC: (Looking at his watch) Oh, I don't see why not. Why don't you show our friend here your quarters, you can get refreshed, and we can go into town for some Mexican.

Edra: Margaritas?

WC: Sure, why not. You deserve a treat.

Edra: (Hugs Wyatt) Oh thank you, uncle Wyatt. You're the best. I'll get Clio.

WC: Take your time. Oh, finish him, will you?

Edra: Of course.

(Edra tells Clio about lunch plans, but the jobber gets upset and pushes them. Edra kicks him in the stomach, hooks his arms and hits a double underhook butterfly suplex. Clio hops to the top rope and hits an Alabama Jam. They look to Wyatt and he shakes his head and holds up two fingers. The girls sigh, pick up the jobber and hit Double Elimination. He then nods his head and they jump over the rope and to the floor...)

WC: BE CAREFUL jumping out like that. I don't need you to blow something out just getting out of the ring.

Clio: Sorry, Uncle Wyatt, but Edra said we were going to Margaritas?

WC: Yes. Take this lady back and show her your quarters...while I make a call or two.

Edra: We'll hurry.

WC: No rush. Clio?

Clio: Yes Uncle Wyatt?

WC: Take your time...Miss Chloe....

Clio: Chloe? But...oh..OH! OK

(Clio gets a big smile on her face as she runs up to Edra and whispers in her ear. Edra turns to Wyatt with a questioning smile. He nods, and the ladies take the SFJ arm in arm heading toward their quarters. Wyatt walks up a flight of stairs and down a hall into his office. He sits down at his desk, looks through his old Rolodex, and picks up the phone and places a call.)

WC: Hey, it's Wyatt. Yeah, same old thing. Hitting our head on that 400 station ceiling. Fucking Clear Channel now is out there campaigning against our show in the bible belt saying we're associating with demon worshippers. Hell, they syndicate Ryan Seacrest. And I'm the demon worshipper? Hey, speaking of which, need a favor. You still got that contact information on celebrity doctors? See if you can find information on Sidney Freedman. Yeah, I know, but he's still a whore at heart and would love to try to get some good publicity. See if he'd consider doing a short shot. Yeah, and check into psychoactive drugs related to Stepford Wife syndrome. Oh, deadly serious. After what I saw earlier this week and this morning, I think there's something suspicious going on here. OK, I gotta go, the girls and I are going out to lunch with a journalist. Yeah, they're keeping her occupied right now. Yes, I said her. Well, they might. They’ve been behaving themselves pretty much since we were in Hartford. I better go check on them. Let me know. Bye.

Wyatt hangs up the phone and starts to get up, but then calls another number. It's obvious that he gets voicemail.

WC: It's Wyatt. We've got private quarters set up here, and a hidden compartment being set up on the plane. If you want to do this, let me know. The more I see, the more I'm convinced I was right in the first place. Let's fix this.

Wyatt hangs up the phone, goes down the steps and heads down the hallway toward the girls quarters. He hears moaning and screaming, and decides to go back to the training area and turn on OOWF-TV.

WC: Eat your heart out, Chad Madison...

He sees the Firewoman-Stank running promo and shakes his head.

WC: That's so not her...

Wyatt continues watching as the noises from the quarters gets louder and we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison is walking back from Ric's with a to go bag in his hand. He stops, looks to the left curiously, then turns back around and drops his food and nearly lets go of his Aquafina as Mai Muyo has suddenly appeared beside him. She has that wild look in her eyes. ~~~

Chad: Where did you come from

Mai: I've been watching you

~~~ Chad takes a step back ~~~

Chad: That's ...... creepy

Mai: On tape, in the ring

Chad: Yeah, not any less creepy.

Mai: Your partner is doing interviews without you now? I wonder what that means.

Chad: It means that the interview was about his match with Stan which I am not involved in.

Mai: If you say.

Chad: I do say. And you're still creeping me out.

Mai: (moving in closer) You like it when the others get close, don't you Cowboy?

Chad: Umm.. sometimes

Mai: Don't you find me attractive, Chad?

Chad: I..I..I guess.

Mai: Am I making you uncomfortable?

Chad: Yes Ma'am

Mai: Good. I like that.

~~~ MAi grabs Chad's Aquafina and starts to take a drink, then lets the water run down her neck and soak her blouse. She slowly presses the wet cloth to her skin and looks back up at Chad ~~~

Mai: I believe it's a little cold in here.

Chad: You're insane. You just wasted a whole Liter of Aquafina? That's it! We are officially feuding!

Mai: You don't want to feud with me, do you Cowboy?

Chad: Not really, but I'm not standing around here waiting for you to decide to eat some of my flesh either. And I don't mean in a good way! Wednesday, you're going down! And I don't mean in a good way !

~~~ Chad storms off. Mai smiles that Muyo family smile as we fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

Wyatt, Edra, and Clio are having a lunch at Margaritas Mexican Restaurant after their...encounter with the SFJ.

WC: So, how exhausted was she?

Edra: Totally. I doubt she's awake when we get back...

WC: Take the rest of the afternoon off and help her...recover.

Clio: Uncle Wyatt, you're so naughty.

WC: Yes, aren't I. Oh, sweep the room for INC's when you get back. I understand a Mr. Madison is trying to get footage....

Edra & Clio: Ewwwww...

WC: That's OK, the boy is harmless...

Edra: Uncle Wyatt, what's our plan for this week.

WC: Just go out there and do your thing. I have a plan, but no one's gonna know until match time.

Clio: Why? Don't you trust us?

WC: Of course, but those pesky INC's are everywhere...see?

(Wyatt points at the camera)

Edra: Oh. So what about this thing with Firewoman and Alex that you are talking about.

WC: What can I say? I was right the first time. I decided to play nice after you girls beat her, and they're pissed that you were as good as I said you were. Wouldn't surprise me if they tried to pull something nasty.

Clio: But Fire is....

WC: ...not who she appears to be. There's a demon residing in her just as vile as yours. The difference is, they're not even trying. We have the demon under control, until we need it.

Edra: Do we?

WC: (touching the case in his pocket) [/i]Trust me....

Clio: (in a mock southern accent) Oh look, free Pistachio Ice Cream!

WC: Easy there, Mater...

Everyone laughs as we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

We see Ricky Soaring Eagle standing in front of the catering hall doors, watching the people inside.

“Last week, I put the myth that Matt Folz is a great wrestler to bed. Little Matty is done. I broke him. I heard him scream, I felt his soul leave his body. He walks around here a shell of a man. This week, the same fate awaits the blood wolf. His soul is about to be mine. He needs to prepare for the anguish, the suffering, the misery that is coming his way.

And then it is on to you Danny Taylor. The Intercontinental Champion. The man who holds the title I want. And make no mistake, I shall have it. And I only hope it comes at your expense. I want to hear you scream out in pain as you give up and surrender that title to me. There is a pay per view coming up soon. I want you in the ring on that night, for that title. I will beat you that night. I will feel your souls leave your body until you are just an empty shell, waiting to be cracked and tossed aside.

Until then……”

Ricky walks in the doors and approaches Ghosthead, who is sitting with Simone talking quietly. Ghosthead stands and we get a stare down

“What do you want?”

“It appears, Ghosthead, our paths are about to cross. I see that we are scheduled to team together in Indianapolis. I do not like you particularly, but we share a couple of traits.. a propensity for violence and bloodlust. I want us to beat the holy fuck out of the two so called legends. If they were worth remembering, they’d still be here. They might once have been wrestlers, but they will become the latest men to FEEL…. MY….. PAIN. “

“I have no problem in destroying those who need it. I am no fan of yours, but have no doubts, we will be able to wreck some havoc together. Now leave me alone”

Eagle smiles and heads back to the doors. As he reaches them, they swing open and Dashing Vic Dinero ends up face to face with Eagle in the doorway. DVD looks worried.

“Bad timing boy. Under most circumstances I’d rip your head off right now just because. I’m going to let you pass for now.”

Dinero starts past, when Eagle grabs his shoulder and spins him around quickly

“On second thought..”

Eagle smacks Dinero across the face with a whip-like backhand, sending DVD into a table full of camera crew, knocking coffee and sandwiches everywhere. Eagle walks out as people crowd around to help Dinero to his feet.

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling returns to the Darling Luxury Suites and finds them mostly empty, which he thinks is odd. He calls a number on his phone, and leaves voice mail.

AD: Heeeeeey, there, Fire...Lucky and Quorra-with-no-S are apparently not around which means we have the entire suite to ourselves, soooooo if you're in the arena somewhere--

He stops as he sees the door to Fire's altar room is slightly ajar. He hangs up and goes toward it, and gently pushes it open.

He finds it kind of a shambles. Not locker-room trashing shambles, but like someone is redecorating and having a hard time doing it.

AD: Fire?.........Lis?.....

He finds her kind of sitting in the corner, looking around like she's trying to decide what to do next. He comes and sits next to her.

FW: Oh hey.

AD: Hi. Watcha doin?

FW: Redecorating.

AD: I like what you've done.

FW: Not done..just....stuck. And He's....upset.

AD: Who?

FW: He-he.

AD: Oh...well, I dunno, can you just....sacrifice a chicken or something and--

FW: That's Erzulie Dantor.

AD: And he's--

FW: SHE's not Him. She's one of the loa.....MY loa in fact, my met tet, protector of victimized women and ... haven't we gone over this?

AD: I never remember this stuff...

FW: Anyway, she is done with me...or....I don't need her anymore. I ... took care of Ecosystem, and Moose isn't here, so.....she's handed me off to La Sirene. So I need to get all new....things here....La Sirene doesn't like the same things and --

AD: What does that have to do with Him?

FW: I don't know...He's....He's upset....He won't stop crying.....

Alexander looks at her closely.

AD: Have you slept since the party?

FW: Um....

AD: Okay...

He puts an arm gently around her shoulder and helps her stand.

AD: You can do this later, okay? Let's get some rest.

He guides her out the door, through the common area, and into their room, closing the door, so the INC has no choice but to fade out.

[BookerShark]

(Wyatt Cox is in his office on a Sunday afternoon and he is on the phone and is PISSED)

WC: I DON'T CARE! The old fart doesn't know who he's messing with. Fine. We'll do this without him. I don't care what he says, something's wrong with her. You don't make the kind of fluffs in the ring that she's been making and not have something in the way. The way the girls won that night, it was as if she wanted to lose, and that's not Firewoman. OK, look, keep digging. Yes, call our Vegas contacts...throw as much as you need to at it. This stinks to high heaven. OK, gotta go.

(Wyatt hits the flash button on the phone to take a waiting call)

WC: Hello? Stan! How are you? No, lots going on. Next week? What? But we weren't going to be booked. Really? Amazing. Oh? Yes, I'll check.

(Wyatt goes to oowfwrestling.com to check out the revised matches for the OOWF's 500th anniversary show. He scans down to Day 3 and sees:)

Gimmickman & Matte vs. Mr. Jealous & The Predator vs. Power & Glory

WC: Holy Behemoths....give the new girls the biggest guys on the card. This won't be pretty....call you back.

(Wyatt hangs up the phone as Clancy, Edra, and Clio enter his office)

WC: Well, hello sleepyheads, where have you been.

Edra: Taking our friend to the airport.

WC:(smiling) Could she walk?

Clio: Barely. You should have seen her trying to get up the steps.

WC: Well, playtime's over. Looky here.

(Wyatt shows them the runsheet for the 500th show)

Edra: We're on the big anniversary show?

Clio: With all the legends?

WC: Girls!

Edra & Clio: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WC: Ladies! Focus. Look at these bios. Every one of them is bigger than you.

Edra: Bigger? How much?

WC: Matte is the shortest at 6 even, but his partner Gimmickman is 6-4, and the other team....

Clio: Bigger?

WC: And meaner. Predator is 6-5 and Mr Jealous is 6-6 and thick.

Edra: Wow, so what do we do?

WC: Well Awesome Bill is bigger than you, that'll help. I think I'll see if Stan will come in to help, though he's got a match against Sean Moore and Thim Reynolds....

Clio: He and Mai?

WC: No, they teamed him with the ghost of Matt Folz.

Edra & Clio: Mr No-show? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA...

WC: Ladies, that's not nice. Anyway, Stan deserves our support. Not his fault that Folz is as reliable as Rajon Rondo...

Edra: Yeah.

Clio: Well, they at least took it to seven...

Edra: And only played three quarters of the seventh...

Clio: Well, Lebron's still a whiny bitch..

Edra: ...but a WINNING whiny bitch...

Clio: But wait until Tuesday....

Edra: I know...we still both want Oklahoma City to win, right?

Clio: Yep.

WC: OK, nice unity, girls (Wyatt rolls his eyes) So I'll see if Stan can come out, I'll call Ali and see if she's got any tall power guys, because you need the practice. Meanwhile go down to the video room and search OOWF on Demand for any footage you can find of the four of them.

Edra & Clio: Yes, Uncle Wyatt. (the ladies leave)

WC: Clancey, call the Cellblock Steakhouse. Get us four big steaks for dinner. Mine about an inch thick. Whatever you want, on me.

Clancey: (in that horrible Irish accent) But first, sir, you should see this.

(Clancy hands Wyatt an envelope forwarded from the OOWF headquarters in Dayton addressed to Clio. Wyatt looks at the return address and is shocked)

WC: Does she know this is here?

Clancey: No sir, I know what you said....

WC: Keep your eyes peeled. I don't need her finding this.

Clancey: Yes sir.

(Clancey leaves and Wyatt opens the letter, shakes his head, and puts it in the shredder as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: You know, I've been hearing all week about what the New Guard and myself turned our backs on our former partners, the Flyin Hawaiians, especially when we have lost titles on a few occasions already. Now in any other circumstance, losing the tag titles wouldn't be that bad to me. I mean sure I'd be pissed off, but I'd look past that. But to know that it was because of them that Alex and Fi...that BITCH Lisa Darling are now Grand Slam champions?! No, no..that's unforgivable.

Even Mai, who has refrained from attacks as of late due to her questioning our actions, showed no restraint in beating them down, because she knows what it means to give a title such as that to someone like Lisa.

And as far as the Flyin Hawaiians are concerned, Kai, Aina, if you even consider doing anything to us to get even, I would strongly advise against it. Because as you should know, its really difficult to fly after your wings have been clipped.

And speaking of tag teams, Lisa, Alex...I gotta say, I was impressed that Davin actually took some time away from his meth-head wife and his crack-baby daughter in order to congratulate you both on winning the Grand Slam. But you know what Davin could do nowadays that would really impress me? Walk.

*fade to black*