OOWF MidWeek Mayhem #500 Live from Indiana

[BookerShark]

OOWF Indianapolis 500!
Live! From Indianapolis, Indiana

Day 1 (06/18)[/u]
Texpress vs. The Best Friends Forever (Hardbody Harris & Chris Alt) vs. The Defenestrators (Ecosystem & Voltage) vs. The Team From Down Under (Outback Jack & Gatorbait)
Hellion vs. Rabbit Mask
Ravenna Blue vs. Mai Muyo vs. Aisha
Chris Evans, Bryce Larson, JP Sparxx & Tyson Kincaid vs. Danny Taylor, Darius Prentiss & The Boardwalk Saints (DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling)
Eric O'Mac vs. Austin Cage
Matt Daddy vs. Jason Shapiro vs. Shashwat Mishra vs. Sriram
CC Scott & Honcho Williams vs. Uncle Entity & Mercury
Brad Smoley vs. Smark

Day 2 (06/19)[/u]
Concrete TG vs. Moosehead Jack
The Devil's Brigade (Harper Camby & Tommy O'Neil) & Donovan Viper vs. wCw (Tommy Wilder, Capellan & JW Westgaard) vs. 3Piece Set (Chris Cole, Firechild & Ax-Man)
Microplay vs. Canadian Dragon vs. Niles Anderson
Stan Fulton & Matt Folz vs. Sean Moore & Thim Reynolds
Psykle vs. Josh O'Neal
IHOP (SYB, Skurge & Amnesiac) vs. El Lobo Sangriento & Bad Ass Drinkers (Seamus & Damon Wrath)
Jim Jones & The President vs. Seraph & Muerte
ZK Debeers, Blitz, The Nerve Agent, Kenji & Knife vs. The Dead, The Dragons (Blackdragon & Soul Dragon), Brigham Young VII & Beer Baron

Day 3 (06/20)[/u]
LD Williams vs. Underdawg
Drink & Destroy vs. The Chickenshit Heels
Phoenix Rising vs. Gods & Monsters (Poe & Tytan) vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
Blade, Endo & Morge vs. Nayr, Fly & Austraroo
Ghosthead & Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Carl Coolname & Mark Vander
Justin Sane, Phil, Carl From Fresno & Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Grunt, LI, Anders Denial & Beast
Gimmickman & Matte vs. Mr. Jealous & The Predator vs. Power & Glory
Comrade Sharkoff, Ryan Hardcore & Apocalyptic Existence vs. Dr. Infieri, Dr. Murder & Mikey Styner

Special appearances by Davin Moreland, Shawn Johnson & Antoine Cutter

card subject to........once I start writing, I am not changing this!

[BookerShark]

(Scene fades into a pure white room, where two individuals in mostly white robes are looking over a giant map on a pure white table. We don't hear the initial discussion, but they are pointing out various places, as though strategizing)

Red Robed man: ... and in this area, they have sent no new word on things. Status quo prevails, making our jobs easier

Blue Robed man: to the south, I see chaos continuing to reign. Sadly, the Old Guard there continues to oppress the masses. But that is not our war.

Red Robed Man: Has our warrior healed yet?

Blue Robed Man: He was near death when he was brought here. His recovery has been nothing short of miraculous, but his determination is what fuels his progress.

Red Robed Man: What drives him?

Blue Robed Man: He speaks of one foe he thought fallen.... (waves a hand over the table and the images shift) So many realms have asked for his help.... so many kingdoms would pay and sacrifice to have him as their champion....

Red Robed Man: He refuses them all?

Blue Robed Man: All of them. He says he has one very important mission before he commits to something new. He wishes to leave tomorrow for this mission.

Red Robed Man: how long will this mission take?

Blue Robed Man: His journey will be longer than accomplishing his objective. He said that once he completes his mission, he will be able to look at the current opportunities with a clearer mind and heart.

Red Robed man: such single-mindedness from him....

Blue Robed Man: but not unexpected.

??: Is my transport ready?

(the two robed men turn to the voice. The camera shows the back of the individual, who looked to be dressed in scale armor and a cape over one shoulder)

Red Robed Man: This "Mission" you are undertaking.... why?

Blue Robed Man: (looks to the red robed man in shock)

??: Like all missions, it is something I must do. I came here badly injured and your people have been more than kind in assisting in my recovery. I am now prepared to finish what I had started.

[BookerShark]

*the scene is a quiet alleyway off of a busy city street. It's midday, but the sky is overcast and gray. An old, weathered bicycle leans against a brick wall. A man's shoe steps into the shot, but we don't yet see his face*

Voice: I told them I was retired. I told them I was done. I'd had my fun, I'd made my mark. But I somewhere along the way, I lost my passion. I lost my drive. I just wanted to go home and start a new life for myself. A life without all the fighting. A life without all the damage to my body. A life where I could see my home and my children more than once a month. I wanted something else.

*the camera pans up a little. The man's fist is clenched tightly around something, but we can't quite tell what*

Voice: But then they told me 'come on, man. It's the 500th show. Think about the fans. Think about the fans who once paid their hard-earned money to buy tickets to come and see you and scream themselves hoarse with their adoration for you. Those people gave you a comfortable living once. They made it possible for you to live the life you have today. Don't they deserve to see you one more time?' At first I thought 'No, those same fans have forgotten me. I was a flavor of the month to them. They don't care. They never did.'

*the camera continues to pan up. We see the back of the man's shaved head. His shoulders are hunched, he looks tense.*

Voice: And then I did something I promised myself I'd never do. I went into my bedroom closet, and I pulled a box from the top shelf. Inside that box were some things I never really wanted to look at again. Old pictures. Old magazines. And the last thing I ever wanted to see: an old DVD. 'The Very Best of the BFFs'. And against every voice in my mind screaming at me 'DON'T YOU DO THIS', I blew the dust off that stupid DVD and I turned on my stupid television and I watched that stupid DVD. And I remembered everything. I remembered the roar of the crowd in my ears as I came down that ramp. I remembered that sweet ache of my muscles after I knew I'd stolen the show night after night. I remembered the incomparable thrill of a well-earned victory. I remembered everything and even though my conscience screamed 'NO' my heart screamed 'YES'. And I got on the phone and I told them 'Put. Me. In. The. Match.'

*Chris Alt turns around, looks into the camera, and smirks. He looks older, softer, yet somehow more formidable*

Alt: It's been a few years, OOWF. Allow me to reintroduce myself. This place used to be my kingdom, and Hardbody Harris and I were the kings. I passed the torch and moved on, but now I'm coming back to take what belongs to me. And if you try to stand in my way? There will be consequences. That is not a threat. That. Is a promise.

*Alt's fist unclenches just long enough to see that he is holding a pack of Wyler's Pink Lemonade. He picks up the bicycle and rides off.*

*fade to black*

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(Darius Prentiss is ACTUALLY IN THE ARENA~! A bored SFJ is on her lunchbreak, notices Prentiss, sighs deeply, and trades her sammich for her microphone.)

BSFJ: Oh, surprise, surprise, surprise. It's Darius Prentiss. Tell me, Darius, what world-shaking things have you been doing since you last graced us with your presence? Have you found somewhere else to flame out of? Is that your game? Are you aiming to win the Triple Crown of unfulfilled potential, but decided to show everyone else how terrible you are as a wrestler one last time before you decide to take up sumo or something like that to bail on?

DP (in a measured, unemotional, and completely even tone): I'm glad for the warm welcome. I'll tell you what I've been up to. I've gone through massive amounts of counseling to take care of my... issues. I was able to scrounge up enough money and call in enough favors to get back into med school. I've been with Charlotte Everstark... who will, after being broken here, probably never be able to wrestle again. We've started dating. I've realized that she was everything that I always wanted and she was right in front of my face. I've been making things up. To myself. I'm done flaking out. I'm done letting me get in the way of my own potential.

BSFJ: Then why come back here? It can't be the paycheck, I know you guys are getting paid peanuts for showing up to this anniversary show.

DP: Closure. I made a commitment. I did not fulfill my end of the bargain when I joined up here. This WILL NOT STAND. I've worked out a deal with management that if I come here, fight by the side of Drink & Destroy, and put on the best show I've put on in my life, we'll be square.

BSFJ: And then what?

DP: The rest of my life. Maybe once I get through the rest of my schooling, through my residency, and do what I was born to do, maybe I'll come back. Maybe I'll become the OOWF's staff doctor. I don't really know.

But what I do know is this... (emotion starts flowing back into Prentiss's voice)

Evans. Larson. Sparxx. Kincaid. You're the first people that I have fought against since leaving this place. I'm sure that you are all as rusty as I am. The difference here... is that I'm faster than you, I'm stronger than you, and I'm sure as hell smarter than you. The first thing that I learned in Med School was the Hippocratic oath. It says one thing clearly... "First, do no harm."

Well, guess what?

I haven't taken that oath yet. I will, in front of all of the OOWF fans in this world, END YOU.

Thanks for your time. If you'll excuse me, I have some training to do. Magnusson asked me to meet him in the boiler room.

(Prentiss walks away, as the no-longer-bored SFJ looks on...)

[BookerShark]

Selena is brought the day's mail by Chuckles. A Large manila envelope with an East Ely return address is on top of the pile. Selina sighs and opens it. A pretty red envelope falls out with a note attached.



From the offices of American Sunrise Radio
Wyatt Cox, CEO

Good Morning, Mrs. al-Tikriti:

Our offices have arranged to send the enclosed invitations to all of your current and former talent for next week's special event. Five Hundred episodes is certainly a special landmark. Although Power and Glory will also be competing, I figured this would give them an OOpportunity to learn more about the history of your organization.

As with your husband's birthday party, the event is totally underwritten by American Sunrise Radio and our sponsors, including the cleanup. The board should like this. One less expense.

If you have any questions, feel free to call me. You, not Chuckles.

All the Best,

Wyatt Cox

Selina opens the invitation. It reads:

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In honor of the OOWF's 500th Show Spectacular in Indianapolis.
Power and Glory
and
American Sunrise Radio
and our local station
WXNT 1430 AM

Will host a hospitality suite for all current and past OOWF talent

Featuring

Shula Burgers
Adobo Grill
Buffalo Wings & Rings
Noodles and Company
Andre's BBQ and Seafood
Jenos Pizza Rolls
The Cheesecake Factory
Zevia soda sweetened with Stevia
Dunkin' Donuts Coffee
Deja Blue Water
Suite will operate from Sunday June 17th through Wednesday June 20th

Host: Wyatt Cox
Hostesses: Power and Glory
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Selina smiles

SaT: The old dude doesn't know what he's in for, does he?

FADE

[BookerShark]

Alexis Darling is walking down the hallway of Random Encounters when she hears the sound of footsteps behind her. This being the OOWF, she expects the worst, and spins catching the person by the throat. We quickly see that it is one Dashing Victor Deniro. Alexis realises who it is and let's him go.

DVD: Man that's one hell of away to say hello babe.

Alexis: Sorry, can't be too cautious these days, and don't call me babe, you remember what happened last time?

Vic rubs his chin.

DVD: Fair enough. Now, I need to talk to one half of the Boardwalk Saints.

Alexis: I haven't been that for a while now Vic.

DVD: But you will be at the 500th, teaming up with Danny and Prentis.

Alexis: Prentis.

DVD: He was only around for a cup of tea, I guess with him being a former MMA guy, they thought him and Danny would match up well. Regardless, DH will be in tomorrow, and I was hoping you, him and Danny could get together for an in ring workout.

Alexis: (smiling) Yeah, I think I would like that.

DVD: Good deal then, see you tomorrow Toots.

Alexis: What did I tell you?

She makes a fist and shakes it at Vic, but the smile on her face says it's all in fun.

DVD: (throwing his hands up in surrender) I got it, won't happen again.

Alexis goes to walk away.

DVD: (calling after her) Hey, when you see Fire, let her know I would like to schedule another training session myself.

Alexis gives the thumbs up as she continues on her way. Vic heads towards the Destroyatorium as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

In the Random Hallway of Encounters, AA and Stank are walking together. They round a corner to find...wait for it...

FF Capslock and "The Real" Johnny Adrenaline!

Ron Simmons: Damn!

The four of them stand nose-to-nose, silently.

Voice Over Guy: The two most dominant tag teams in the history of the OOWF. The Chickenshit Heels! Drink and Destroy!

Chad Madison: Hey! What about us? What about Texpress?

AA: Shut up! This is our promo. Go cut your own Day 1 promo with those other teams we put out of wrestling.

FFC: I love these guys!

Stank: No, no, NO! We're not going to go through that again! We're here to celebrate the two years that made us the greatest tag teams in the OOWF, making the greatest promos and putting on the greatest matches!

JA: Has anyone realized I'm not a cardboard cutout?

AA: Hell yes! I literally carried you and Honcho Williams to OOWF tag team titles earlier this year. We should have no problem carrying these two to a 5-star tag team classic.

Stank: What makes you think YOU TWO are going to carry US TWO this week? What if we think WE'RE carrying YOU?

FFC: I love you guys!

AA: Really? Is that all he's going to say this week?

Stank: Well, we do have to flesh out the characters for those newcomers who don't remember how we dominated the OOWF in 2006 and 2007.

AA: You mean like this?

JA: I'm going to play some golf!

Johnny pulls a bag of clubs from out of nowhere and slings them over his shoulder. As he does, BEAST POPS OUT!

RS: Damn!

Beast: Hi guys, who wants some Popcorn and Porn?

All four: BEAST!

TCH and D&D look dumbfounded. Finally, AA speaks up.

AA: Are we supposed to fear you? I can't remember.

Beast: I don't know. But I'm in a match with Grunt, LI and Anders Denial, vs. Justin Sane, Phil, Carl From Fresno & Awesome Bill From Dawsonville, on Day 3 of the OOWF Indianapolis 500!, Live! From Indianapolis, Indiana (cheap pop!).

JA: I don't remember Beast doing that.

Stank: Shut the fuck up, Johnny!

FFC: Nice.

Stank: I've been waiting all promo for that chance.

VOICE OVER GUY: Is there a point to this promo?

AA: What more do you want? It's Wednesday evening. We have a week to put this match over. You want five stars already? Screw you. If we start five-staring right now, no one else (except Wyatt Cox, who's probably already written three promos as we're standing here) would dare promo.

FFC: Let's go to the bar! I love these guys!

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*J-P Sparxx is still being tended to by Jewel after Moose's attack.*

JPS: What the fuck was that for?

J: I dunno, baby....maybe we should get you to th- OW -!

*J-P snaps to attention as the camera pulls back a bit. She's been blasted with a blunt object, and is bleeding from the temple. J-P looks up...the camera pulls back more...It's Ski Mask Guy!....he tries desperately to get up...*

JPS: Mah girl! Why my girl?

*J-P is so emotionally invested, that he has no idea he's about to taste a little metal pole. A vicious blow seems to come from nowhere, and J-P Sparxx is on the floor again. And this time he's not getting up for a bit. Ski Mask Guy leans down over both prone forms, and appears to dip his finger in their blood. He paints the number "3" on Jewel's forehead. He looks like he's about to paint a 4 on J-P's forehead, but Ski Mask Guy sits back for a second, if considering something. He goes back to his painting, but paints a "3.5" on J-P's forehead. The pole goes "CLANG" as it hits the floor.*

SMG: There are more...

*The camera follows Ski Mask Guy all the way out to the parking lot, where Ski Mask Guy disappears into the night.*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

A limo winds it's way through a suburban area on the outskirts of Detroit. Perspective change and we're inside to see Alexander Darling sitting in the back across from Lucky.

AD: Because I think this is just ... stupid. We have a match against two very formidable tag teams on Wednesday. She should be focusing on that, not on whatever Moose's stupid mind games are.

L: You saw the photo in the real locket. Three kids, two boys and--

AD: Those can be faked.

L: Alex....this would explain a lot.

AD: She doesn't even remember any of it.

L: Dr. Freedman has been trying to uncover something buried so this is probably it. You know remembering this and dealing with this will be good for her.

AD: I can't see how, since I don't believe it for a second anyway. She--

FW: Guys...SHE is sitting right here. SHE can hear you.

L: Sorry, boss....We're both just concerned, in our own ways. Alex just doesn't get the psychotherapeutic components of repressed--

FW: Lucky...only two cups of coffee...enough with the psychobabble, okay?

The window between the driver and the back of the limo rolls down and a vaguely Irish voice calls back.

VIV: We're here.

Perspective change again showing the limousine pull into a cemetery and circle around. At a couple of places where the roadway branches, it slows as if the driver isn't sure which way to go, before moving on and finally stopping near a slight hill with an oak tree on the top. Alexander, Fire, Lucky, and the passenger in the front seat, Sean Quinn, get out, and walk up the hill. They stop at the top of the hill around a small gravestone with a lamb on top of it. It has clearly been neglected. Sean bends down and pulls grass and weeds away from the stone until the name is clearly carved in: "Patrick Quinn." There's an uncomfortable silence.

SQ: Rosie says she's sorry she couldn't be here....someone needed to open the restaurant and..well....She's --

FW: It's okay. She'll visit later.

AD: ...

L: ...

FW: ...

SQ: ...

AD: Do you remember it now?

FW: Huh? Oh....no.

AD: You would think, if this was legit, seeing the picture, hearing Moose tell the tale, that would...I don't know, shake something loose?

L: Well, that's not how it works. The triggering event in this case is layered over by years, decades even, of extreme physical and psychological trauma that.. uh..no offense, Mr. Quinn.

SQ: None taken. I was a terrible father.

FW: Lucky...psychobabble...

L: Right...anyway um.....yeah.....

They stand around for a bit longer.

FW: Okay, well, I came. Are we done here?

AD: I know I am.

FW: Sean....I want you to understand exactly how serious I am about this...next time I come here there better be flowers and all sorts of niceness. No more neglect. *she looks straight into his eyes* I'm very serious about this. Got it?

SQ: I...yes...I do. You're right.

Sean and Lucky turn to walk back to the limo, giving Fire and Alex some time. Another long pause as Fire just looks at the grave marker and Alex looks at Fire, trying to read her thoughts, and not being able to, for a change.

FW: Gods, I hate Michigan.

AD: I know...so...anything at all?

FW: Nope. Just...sad. Maybe give me a few minute alone?

AD: Sure....

Alex hesitates a bit, but then walks down to the limo.

On the other side of the hill, out of sight of the limo, a black Mustang Shelby pulls to the side of the road....

[BookerShark]

FFC - I LOVE those guys!

Stank - I know, Lock.

*Stank and FF Capslock continue on to catering where they meet up with LD Williams, who is enjoying a newspaper and a morning cup of coffee. LD looks up from his paper as Stank and FFC sit across from him.*

LDW - Well?

Stank - Well what? I just sat down.

LDW - Moose.

Stank - Oh...

FFC - I LOVE those guys!

LDW - Who's he talking about?

Stank - Alan and Johnny.

LDW - Oh... .... Why's he- ?

Stank - Don't ask.

LDW - Okay.

Stank - I guess I'm satisfied... with Moose. He's moved on. That's what all of this was about... that moment. Moose in the ring letting it all go.

LDW - Did you... know any of that?

Stank - I didn't know the... details. He never told you?

LDW - Not even a little bit. I mean I suspected SOMETHING awful... but not that.

Stank - Yeah... keeping that shit to himself was literally killing him, though. Last night was finally a first step toward...

LDW - Toward?

Stank - ... ... actually, I'm not sure.... but it HAS to be better than where he was.

LDW - I don't know. The jury is still out on whether it was all worth it. You think he's mad at you?

Stank - ... don't know. He hasn't contacted me.

LDW - Me either.

FFC - I LOVE those guys!

LDW - What's he doing?

Stank - Ignore him... Truth be told, I'm not worried about Moose hating me. I'm worried about Lisa.

LDW - Should've thought about that before you started this.

Stank - Yeah... I was so focused on waking Moose, I didn't think about the consequences to Lisa... I mean I THOUGHT about it... it just wasn't a priority. *sigh* Maybe I fucked up.

LDW - No, no... no regrets. You're were trying to help a friend. And who knows... you may very well have.

Stank - We'll see.

LDW -

Stank -

FFC - I LOVE those guys!

LDW - Seriously what?

Stank - Lock's holding back until closer to the day of the match. He's uh... working out the kinks, so to speak.

FFC - TESTIFY! Wait.. no.. no that's not right.

*Stank reaches into his pocket and pulls out an index card. He hands it to FFC who pulls out a pair of glasses and sets them towards the tip of his nose. FFC holds the card, outstretched away from his face then pulls the card in close, and back out, in an effort to find focus.*

FFC - Caught me...uh... caught... OH! CAUGHT ME A MARLIN! Thanks man!

Stank - No problem.

FFC - BETTER WATCH YOUR ASS, BUDDY!

LDW -

Stank - What? It's a work in progress. We're getting there.

LDW - If you say so.

Stank - C'mon Lock. Let's go to the Destroyitarium.

LDW - Oh yeah... THAT will go over well.

Fade

[BookerShark]

We cut to Matt Folz and the gorgeous and underutilized Jaime McAllister sitting in the New Guard suite, watching tape of last night's Mayhem. Folz shaking his head and looking disgusted.

JM: Still upset about the match hon?

MF: Don't get me wrong, I want my belt back and I'm not happy about EVER losing, but that's not what has me so pissed off. Danny wrestled a hell of a match and I tip my cap to him for making me tap in the middle of the ring. I'll get another shot at him down the line and the results will be different. No, what has me pissed off about last night is...

A voice from off camera: What the Hawaiians did to you after the match?

The camera turns to see Chris Evans standing there.

MF: Jaime, go wait for me in the car hon. I'll be there in a minute. I just want to talk to Chris in private for a second.

CE: Hey, I'm pissed off too. We'll show those two losers they shouldn't fuck with the New Guard. Just say the word and.....

MF (interrupting): Chris, stop your bullshit for a second and shut the fuck up. I've been watching the tape all afternoon.

CE: What are you talking about?

MF: I don't blame Kai and Aina for what they did. They were pissed off after what we did to them and wanted retribution, I expected that. I'm not happy about it, and I'm going to find a partner and beat the everloving shit out of them in the ring, but I expected it.

CE: So what the hell has you so upset then?

MF: It's funny what you miss when you're unconcious. JP was in the hospital, so I can't blame him obviously. As good as Mai is, and I do honestly believe she's talented enough to become the greatest female wrestler in the history of this industry, I'm not going to blame her for being reluctant to run into the ring against two pissed off former tag champs. Especially considering she wasn't 100% herself. Stan rushed right in and took a sledgehammer shot trying to come to my defense. And then there's my best friend in this company, the guy who always has my back, the one I started the New Guard with. And as I'm getting my ass kicked in the middle of the ring after already having a damn tough 20 minute match, what did you do? Did you jump in the ring to help me? Grab a chair or some knux and try to even the odds? No, you know what you did Chris? Jack...fucking...SHIT. You fucking stood there on the ramp and watched.

CE: What do you want me to say Matt?

MF: I just want to know where in the FUCK your head is at man. I get jumped after a match, you don't do or say shit. Some fucking coward in a ski mask is targeting us one at a time and you're acting like you don't care. Hell, 2 months ago, you're the first one organizing a posse to beat the shit out of this motherfucker. Do you even care about us anymore? Did you ever? Think about what I'm saying and get back to me........ Old friend.

Folz storms out and angrily slams the door as we FADE.

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<Fire is just standing there staring at the grave when flowers fall on the grass in front of the tombstone. Fire looks up and sees Moose standing there. Silence passes between them for a few minutes>

FW: I wish I could remember

MHJ: You will

<another long silence>

FW: Can you imagine what it would have been like with three of us in the ring?

MHJ: We would have killed everyone around us……….or one another

<the two share a laugh that cuts the tension somewhat, Fire sighs>

FW: Is it always going to be like this?

<Moose thinks for a minute and sighs himself, and appears to be about to say something meaningful, when Alex steps out of the limo. Moose spins around, and the reflective look is immediately replaced by a snarl of pure hatred>

MHJ: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?

FW: Jackie, please, I……

MHJ: DID YOU COME TO GLOAT? ONE LESS QUINN ON THE PLANET, JUST LIKE YOU WANT RIGHT LITTLE ALEX?

<Moose moves toward Alex, but Fire steps in front of him and punches him right in the mouth. Moose drops to one knee, blood running from his mouth. He slowly gets to his feet and looks at Fire, then looks over her shoulder at Alex. Moose smirks, then spits a mouth full of blood in Fire’s face, turns around and walks away>

Time shift to……

<the Destroyitarium where Stank and LD are lost in conversation. Their conversation is only broken when the Destroyitarium falls silent. They look up, and a clearly uninvited Moosehead Jack is standing there. Moose puts four bottles of very expensive booze on the table>

MHJ: As far as family goes, you two are all I have left. LD, I may not agree, or understand, why you don’t want to murder Alex, but I trust your judgment. You didn’t get to be the best by being an idiot.

<Moose looks at Stank>

MHJ: And you……

S: Look Moose, about all that…..

MHJ: Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You were doing what you felt you had to do. As for the match, I would have done the same thing to you if I had had the chance.

<LD and Stank look at one another, then nod at Moose>

MHJ: There is one more thing. Things between Lisa and I are going to get ugly. I know both of you are close with her, and I am not going to waste my time trying to change your mind. I am not asking you to choose up sides, I am asking you to stay out of it.

<LD and Stank look at one another again and nod>

S: Fair enough

LD: I guess there’s only one thing left to do

MHJ: What?

<LD kicks the chair out in front of Moose>

LD: Let’s drink

<fade>

[BookerShark]

We come up in the Destroyatorium and see Dynamite Danny Taylor, El Lobo Sangriento, DH Magnusson, and Outback Jack sitting at a table. They all are in good spirits as DH regales them with a tale from the past. Dashing Victor Deniro, Spencer and Ashley sit over at the bar watching.

Ashley: it's good to have all them back together, even if it is just for this one show.

Spencer: Yeah, the "band is back together, at least for a bit.

As this conversation is happening Stank, Capslock and LD enter the bar. Everything goes silent as no one is really sure how to respond. Jack and DH get to their feet and stand between Stank and the rest of the the bar. Danny and Lobo stand as well expecting the worst. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. Suddenly it is broken by Vic stepping up into Stanks face.

Stank: Really?

DVD: Let's face it, you and us aren't always the best of friends, and we don't normally run in the same circles. But the 500th show is a momentous occasion, a time to reflect on the entire history of this company. How it started (Vic looks at Stank and Capslock), what happened along the way (he looks at DH and OBJ), and where it is going (he looks to DDT and ELS). So for this week at least, consider this place your home again.

With that Vic holds out his hand. There is a pause, but Stank eventually shakes it. Both LD and Danny have smiles on their faces, and Lobo lets out a little sigh of relief. OBJ motions for the girls to bring a round over and they hand them to Stank, LD and Caps.

OBJ: (BELCHES) That's Australian for pull up a chair mates.

(Time passes, and the events of Mooses promo occurs, we focus on the table that DH, OBJ, ELS, DDT, and DVD are sitting at.)

DH: I know we said it's his home for the week, but Moose?

DVD: I'm a man of my word, and him and Stank have a long history, as long as he doesn't start any trouble, he can stay, but I'm keeping my distance just in case.

Lobo: Smart move.

Danny stands up and heads over to the bar and grabs a bottle of Jameson's and two glasses, he then heads over towards where Moose and the others are.

OBJ: What do you do if it's Danny that starts something?

DVD: What do you mean?

OBJ points to Danny heading that way, and Vic gets a look of terror on his face. Danny meanwhile arrives at the other table, and all conversation ceases as they wait to see what is about to occur. Danny places the glasses down and pours two shots of whiskey, and then place's the bottle on the table. He picks up one glass and slowly sips on it. Moose does not say anything, but ignores the glass, and picks up the bottle and downs a big swig. He then makes direct eye contact with Danny.

MHJ: One day I'm gonna rip out your eyes and feed them to you.

Danny just smiles and heads back over to his friends, as Stank, Ld and Caps chuckle at the exchange. Vic lets out a sigh of relief when Danny gets back to them without incident, and we

FADE

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams, Stank, FF Capslock, and Moosehead Jack are reminiscing when SFJ#47 enters the Destroyitarium. Williams excuses himself and walks over.**

SFJ#47: “I know you’re busy, but…Underdawg.”

LDW: “Tell me about it. Besides, we should get this out of the way before D&D and The Heels turn it up.”

**They step into the hall and in front of an OOWF banner.**

SFJ#47: “Wednesday night is going to be a big night for you. You have a long history with The Underdawg.”

LDS: “Picture it. I walk into the OOWF a rookie. Green as grass. They tell me I’m going to be the first one to step into the ring. I’m going to open the show. But I have to do it against a legend. The Underdawg. Until that night I thought the term ‘goosebumps on my goosebumps’ was just a figure of speech.

That was a long time ago - four hundred and ninety nine shows to be exact - and whether I’m older, wiser, or just plain more jaded, I don’t get goosebumps like that any more.

Until Selena called to tell me who I’d be facing on the 500th show.”

**Williams holds up his arm, showing goosebumps**

“There are few wrestlers who I respect as much as Underdawg -six, if you count my brother - and there is no one I’d rather face on a card like this. I’ve gotten in the ring with Underdawg and been outclassed, and I’ve gotten in the ring with Underdawg and been victorious. This time, if I may be so bold, we step into the ring as equals.

I’ll be honest - I don’t know whether I’ll beat him and I really don’t care. This time it’s not about winners and losers, heels and faces, champions and challengers. June 20, 2012 will go down in history for the moment. The crowd - frantic. The atmosphere - electric. L.D. Williams vs. The Underdawg. Legend vs. Legend. In years to come fans won’t ask ‘have you seen it?’, they’ll ask ‘were you there?’.

The 500th show will be three days of making and reliving history. Regardless, I think I speak for Underdawg when I promise you… we will steal the show.”

SFJ#47: “One last thing. There have been a lot of developments between Moosehead Jack and Firewoman in the last few days. Do you have any comment.”

LDW: “Not today. I‘m sure there‘ll be a lot to say in the weeks to come , but tonight…my best friend seems to have rejoined reality . I‘d kind of like to enjoy the moment.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Wyatt Cox is watching the girls work out with four oversized workers and frustrated. They are holding their own but not able to make the kill. Finally an idea comes to him.

Wyatt: Power, Glory, come here.

Wyatt takes both girls in his arms, has an animated but quiet conversation, then sends them back into the ring. When the bell rings the girls stereo-dropkick two of the guys out of the ring, throw the third guy into the ropes and Glory goes for the drop toe hold while Power plants an elbow to the back of his head. Power than stands up and kicks the fourth guy in the gut and the girls get him up for a double Facebuster. Glory then goes back to the third guy and gets him in an old fashioned Indian Death Lock while Power stand guard against the other three. The worker tries to sit up but Glory keeps chopping him back and he has no option but to tap.

Wyatt: YES! Excellent! Come on down ladies...

Edra: Was that better, Uncle Wyatt?

Wyatt: Yes, much better.

Voice from near the entrance: I agree, great!

The camera pulls back to show Ali from Las Vegas who initially trained the girls

Edra and Clio: Ali! How are you? (they run over to give her a hug)

Ali: Great. Your Uncle Wyatt here was concerned about this week's three team match and thought another set of eyes might help. But I doubt it really. You're coming along great.

Wyatt: Is KG with you?

Ali: Of course, she's playing with Clancey.

Wyatt: Girls, you want a break?

Clio: Sure!

Wyatt: OK, grab a quick shower and then have Clancey take you and KG down to Economy Drug for some Ice Cream.

Edra and Clio: EEEEEEEE...(The girls dash out to shower off)

Ali: So what's bothering you?

Wyatt: That obvious?

Ali: Beyond obvious.

Wyatt: I dunno, I feel like, well, we're in over our head.

Ali: Excuse me?

Wyatt: Well, the girls have never had to wrestle in anything like this, and the pressure, the atmosphere of the big anniversary show, it's getting to me.

Ali: And the girls?

Wyatt: I doubt it. They are amazing in the ring, and with a few more months seasoning, they could take on anyone.

Ali: They're already better than anyone Stanford has, and better than most of Orlando.

Wyatt: And your Shimmer girls...

Ali: They're almost there. I'd love to put them against MsChif and Melissa...or the Canadian Ninjas.

Wyatt: Scary.

Ali: Well, if things ever go south here.

Wyatt: I know. Do me a favor? When the girls come back, work with them for a while. I think they need another perspective.

Ali: Going dry, are we?

Wyatt: No, I just need a little time to think.

Ali: You've got it. Let me go get dressed.

Wyatt: Take your time. Ice Cream is rushed in this house for nothing.

Wyatt gives Ali a hug and heads for his office while she heads for the locker area. In his office is a huge stack of mail. He sees three with a Lawrence, Kansas return address. He opens them and shakes his head, tosses them into the shredder, then picks up the phone.

Wyatt: Yes, administration please. (time passes) Yes, this is Wyatt Cox. You have a patient there , number 82755, that has a restraining order against one of my wards, one Clio Neal. He's been writing her letters in violation of the order. This needs to stop. Yes, 82755. Stephen Phelps. I don't want to get the police involved, but these letters have to stop. Now. Thank you.

Wyatt hangs up the phone.

Wyatt: First the Darlings, now this nutjob. I CAN believe this shit....

Wyatt looks through more of the mail as we...

FADE

[BookerShark]

(a lone craft careens through the vastness of space, the lone pilot steering the machine toward his lonely destination. The individual is decked out in a silver space-survival uniform, with a mirrored-lens helmet. He types in some coordinates as the computer clicks on)

Computer: Incoming communications from your destination.

??: Open channel

(a heads-up monitor displays on the windshield of the craft. The individual is silhouetted)

Figure: I never thought you'd come back.

??: you never thought I would leave. But yes, I am returning. I cannot stay long - my mission must be completed swiftly, then I will return to my current base of operations.

Figure: Many will ask you to stay.

??: There are many who should have been inspired by my actions and my mission, even though I did not complete it. I have come to try again, I will come to inspire again, and those who understand my message will take up my cause.

Figure: Please, stay this time.

??: I cannot - I have other duties now. I will visit when I can. You have your own business to attemd to.

(the monitor clicks off)

??: ... many will say I am coming home... many others will wonder where I have been... and some will mock me for my mission... such is their worlds around them, around that big blue marble in the cosmos.....

(the ship continues in silence)

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a hallway at a Detroit hospital. Standing outside of a room is attaché, Martha Rodriguez. Her eyes are red and bloodshot. Easy to tell she’s been crying for a long time. An SFJ rushes up.

SFJ: “Ms. Rodriguez? How’s Crusher?”

MR: “In a coma. The doctors are saying severe brain trauma. The sledgehammer shot may have done irreparable damage to his brain. They hope he eventually wakes, but they’ve told me not to expect that. They’re getting a DNR ready for me to sign.”

SFJ: “DNR?”

MR: “Do not resuscitate. He probably wouldn’t survive off life support.”

SFJ: “I... I’m sorry.”

MR: “Please leave me be. I have to try to contact his family.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Wyatt has just finished his Friday morning American Sunrise Radio program. He flips on OOWF-TV and sees the interview with Ms Rodriguez. He stops as if he had been struck with a ball bat. He puts his head in his hands and slowly shakes his head. He reaches for his Rolodex, hesitates a moment, then looks up a number and calls...)

Wyatt: Martha. Wyatt. Call me if you need anything. I know. No one told me until today. No, I care...no, Martha. He made the choices. I couldn't help him. Of course. The New Guard is poison. I tried to warn him. He stayed there. Martha, whatever you need. Of course. I don't know how to tell the girls about this. Yes, they do. OK, let me know. Goodbye.


(Wyatt hangs up the phone, puts his head back in his hands, then picks up the phone again to make another call.)

Wyatt: Hi. It's Wyatt. NONONONO...don't hang up. No, I didn't know. BECAUSE HE...Look, this isn't a time to have this argument. Yes. Please. Let us know. This has to stop now. We'll talk soon.

(Wyatt hangs up the phone and picks up the intercom)

Wyatt: Clancey, get the SUV out, the girls and I are going out. By ourselves. I'll tell you later.

(Wyatt hangs up the intercom and walks back slowly to the girls' quarters, turning off video monitors along the way. He stops at the training facility and looks wistfully. He continues walking toward the quarters. He quietly walks into the room and sees Edra and Clio asleep. He turns on the light and the girls slowly wake. They see that Wyatt is upset.)

Clio: Good morning...Uncle Wyatt? What's wrong?

Wyatt: Get dressed. We're going up the mountain.

Edra: Up the mountain? What for?

Wyatt: To pray for a good friend. The SUV is out front. I'll tell you in a bit.

(Wyatt closes the door and walks out into another beautiful Northern Nevada morning...)

Wyatt: Come on, Stan. Don't give up on us.

(Wyatt climbs into the SUV as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is livid and STORMING~! into Selena's office, an SFJ in tow....by her hair. She barges in and throws the SFJ on to Selena's desk. She kind of bounces off.

GMtSa-T: No, please do barge in and throw an employee into my desk.

FW: Oh...thank you, I will.

Firewoman grabs the poor SFJ by the hair again, and walks out the door, slamming it behind her.

GMtSa-T: Really?

The door busts open, quite possibly from being kicked this time, and Firewoman barges in again, and again throws the SFJ into Selena's desk.

GMtSa-T: So. I take it you are upset about something.

FW: Recall a few months ago, when I was trying very hard to make some changes in my life?

GMtSa-T: You mean changes like not abusing the staff?

FW: Among others....what did I have amended on my contract?

GMtSa-T: *sigh* Oh who the heck knows...how 'bout you just tell me where this is going? I have like a million retired and otherwise not usually here wrestlers to deal with housing, finding locker rooms for, figuring out who can't be at the same table at the banquet with whom....you know, I could USE some help with this....you COULD come back to--

FW: I specifically said I would only do interviews and other things related to wrestling.

GMtSa-T: So?

FW: So? This waste of skin asked me about my brother.

GMtSa-T: Moose?

FW: No...the....the other one.

GMtSa-T: Well, okay but the INCs followed you to the cemetery and--

FW: Yes, well, we have to set up the future Moose/Fire feud and...look, it doesn't matter.

GMtSa-T: It kind of does...

FW: Please instruct the "journalistic" staff...and I use that term loosely....to leave me the fuck alone except for match-related promos and videos and--

GMtSa-T: OKAY, okay, fine...look...you...what's your name.

SFJ: M-m-m-m-ary Lou.

GMtSa-T: Wow, seriously? You got the memo about that right?

SFJML: Y-yy-y-y-yes.

GMtSa-T: Okay, don't do it again.

FW: That's it?

GMtSa-T: Per disciplinary procedures put in place by a certain Commissioner Lisa Darling, and I quote: "On their first offense, all employees get a warn--"

FW: Whatever...

Fire pulls the SFJ to her feet, clearly unsatisfied with this, and then an evil grin crosses her face. She pulls out her cell phone and dials a number.

FW: Hey, Chad?.....Fire....hey just wanted to give you a head's up...that SFJ? Mary Lou?......yeah, you might want to cross her off your list............oh yeah.....herpes....bad............no problem, you know I look out for my cowboy. See ya.

She closes the phone and looks smugly at the SFJ while Selena shakes her head and rubs her temples.

SFJML: You....you're a monster.

FW: You don't know the half of it. Apparently I kill my siblings.

Mary Lou runs out of the room crying.

GMtSa-T: Are you happy now?

FW: Getting there.

GMtSa-T: Well, good....go prepare for your 500th show match. I think you'll like it.

FW: I haven't even thought about it.....

GMtSa-T: I know...you've had .... things.

FW: So, who do I got?

GMtSa-T: You and Alex are going to be an a 6-man...

FW: *ahem*

GMtSa-T: Fine. Six-PERSON tag team match with.....OMIE!!!!!

FW: On our team?

GMtSa-T: No no no...three teams. Three times two is--

FW: Okay, so Poe versus....*Fire turns a little pale*...Not Ecosystem....

GMtSa-T: No no no...I wouldn't do that to you.

FW: Okay....

GMtSa-T: It's a reformed Gods and Monsters!!

FW: Tytan? Tytan that nearly killed me?

GMtSa-T: Yeah won't it be awesome??

FW: No?

GMtSa-T: Oh..well...then this might not be great either, but it's um...Flyin' Hawaiians.

FW: So....three teams with a colorful and complicated history...all sorts of potential for psychology within the match.....

GMtSa-T: That's what I was thinking.

FW: ...

GMtSa-T: ...

FW: I think that just might sparkle with me.

Firewoman walks calmly out of the office, as Selena goes rifling through a bottom desk drawer, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey, with a gift tag on it.

GMtSa-T: "Dear Selena...trust me, you'll need this. Love GMtRick." Now I know why he sent me this.

She opens it up as the INC faaaaaaaaaaades out....

[BookerShark]

(outside the arena, a shaggy-haired, beareded man in a tattered coat is pacing outside with a huge "THE END IS NIGH" sign)

Man: REPENT! CONFESS YOUR SINS AND TURN TO THE LIGHT! ALL WILL BE JUDGED BY THEIR WORDS AND DEEDS

(a crowd has gathered outside, heckling the man)

Man: THESE WORDS WILL BE REMEMBERED AT THE DAY OF JUDGMENT!! REPENT ALL YE SINNERS!!

(GM Selena strides out)

Selena: Excuse me... uhm, what's all this about?

Man: THE END OF THE WORLD IS NEAR! MY MESSAGE MUST BE HEARD!

Selena: uhm... the fans are complaining....

Man: LET THEM COMPLAIN! THOSE THAT WILL LISTEN WILL KNOW THE ANSWER!

Selena: O-kayyy.... well, can you convey that message across the street?

Man: THE WORLD WILL HEAR ME! THE ANSWERS WILL BE HEARD! THE MESSAGE AND THE LAW WILL BE REVEALED TO ALL! THE HEATHENS INSIDE THAT STRUCTURE WILL KNOW JUSTICE!

(the man marches across the street, some of the fans following)

[BookerShark]

<Moose is walking down the hall, when he suddenly stops and gets a strange look on his face.>

MHJ: Something is not fucking right. Where is he?


<He looks around frantically and snarls with rage. GM Selena happens to be walking by>

MHJ: Selena! Where is he?

GMS: Where is who?

MHJ: Crete

GMS: Uh......on his way I guess

MHJ: WHY?

GMS: Have you not seen the lineup for the 500th show?

MHJ: No..........why?

GMS: You are facing Crete

<Moose just stares at GM Selena, and his face goes blank>

MHJ: I could fucking tell he was on his way here

GMS: ooooooookay.........that is creepy

MHJ: Make it a Taipei Death Match

GMS: What?

MHJ: A Taipei Death Match

GMS: I don't think that is a good........

<Moose just glares at her>

GMS: <sighing> You JUST got out of the hospital and back here......

<Moose continues to stare>

GMS: FINE! When he gets here I will see if he will agree.

MHJ: He will agree. Trust me

<Moose turns and walks away, destroying everything in his way as he goes>

[BookerShark]

(Wyatt:, Ali, Edra and Clio are screening video of their opponents this week for the anniversary show when Wyatt spots a live Firewoman promo on OOWF TV. He pulls it up from the “Momenta Ago” recorder and shows the girls, who are again stunned. This, it seems, is not the real Firewoman to them. Ali looks at Wyatt like he's just killed a baby kitten with a sledgehammer.)

Wyatt: Oh, for Christ's sakes, Ali, they need to see this.

Ali: I know, but seriously. Do you have to do it so gleefully?

Wyatt: Gleefully? My girls are smitten with a lunatic who would burn this whole complex to the ground rather than look at them. You think that makes me happy?

Ali: That's not what I'm saying.

Wyatt: Then what?

Ali: Be a bit more respectful...

Wyatt: Like Lisa was of that SFJ? Oh yea, That's respectful all right.

Edra: Why does she have to be so mean?

Clio: Because...she hurts. She hurts a lot. And the only way she knows how to feel better is to hurt others. It's all she knows how to do to numb the pain...probably why she and her brother are the way that they are.

(The other three look at Clio with shock that she would pull that out.)

Clio: What? Hey, I liked Psychology...and Religion.

Edra: Religion?

Clio: In the Christian Bible, Luke 10:19. “Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you”

Edra: Oh, so we just have to invoke the Bible and nothing will hurt us?

Clio: No, you'll get hurt from time to time, but the deep seeded hurt that Fire has inside her will...can...subside if she lets it go. Invokes her power over the pain. Otherwise, it'll consume her. Destroy the love that's inside her.

Edra: Like her brother.

Wyatt: No, he's different.

Ali: Different? That violent sack of hurt is different than Lisa? How?

Wyatt: I'm not saying he's right, but he works on a much different moral compass than we do. We believe to do unto others, to do no harm when possible. To look for the good in everyone. That's the only way you can ever truly love is to see the good with the bad, maximize the good, try to heal the hurt. He believes in that perverted "Do unto others before they do unto you...because I can" crap. And Lisa, well, she just keeps lashing out.

Ali: Now you sound like that nutcase that tried to heal Jack.

Edra: Nutcase?

Clio: Oh, you mean Ravenna Blue.

Ali: Exactly. Wait, you know about Ravenna?

Clio: Well, Uncle Wyatt told us to study. I hope we can meet her.

Edra: Really?

Clio: No, not that...she's had...her share of hurt...too.

(Wyatt eyes Clio cautiously...Edra gives Clio a hug as Ali looks questioningly at Wyatt...he shakes his head and mouths “Later”...)

Wyatt: Look, here's the bottom line. As good a shrink as Freedman is, he can't make any progress with Fire until she really wants to. And that little episode right there...

Clio: Shows that this stuff with her late brother is shredding her soul under the surface...

Wyatt: And is why the two of you need to stay away from her. She's going to hurt everyone she can and destroy everyone she can...I don't need you to end up emotional cripples because you try to save her like a lost little puppy...

Edra: I just want to give her a hug, to tell her it's all right.

Clio: As badly as she hurts, she won't believe it. She'll think it's just a game.

Wyatt: Well, as far as you two go, I could understand. She still thinks that Chloe and Edna episode was my idea, not yours.

(Edra and Clio look at one another and nod.)

Edra: Uncle Wyatt, it...well...

Clio: It wasn't really ours, either.

Wyatt: Oh yeah, the clothes done magically appeared on you and you rode your magic..

Edra & Clio: …

Wyatt: What are you saying?

Clio: I don't know. It was like, someone called us. Told me to be there...that someone...needed us.

Edra: It was...weird.

(Wyatt and Ali look at one another in bewilderment)

Wyatt: Look, the point I'm trying to make here, if we can get back to it, is that Firewoman is terribly unstable right now, and it's in your best interest to look at how she hurt that poor woman just doing her job, and think about how she'd love to do something to you two to hurt you again, to twist the knife...

(Edra and Clio sigh, look at one another with a look of resignation, and turn to Wyatt)

Edra: You're right, Uncle Wyatt. We don't need the distraction.

Clio: For now.

Ali: You have far more important things to worry about, like this big bruisers.

Wyatt: You think we've done all we can?

Ali: Consideirng none of them have bothered to show up and promo.

Wyatt looks around, expecting Kayfabe to pop up.

Wyatt: I guess she's still distracted, what with Stan and all...

Edra: Uncle Wyatt? You know that ABC is showing Cars tonight, right?

Wyatt: ...ok, and this is really random....

Edra: Well, in honor of the original, how about we go to Margaritas for some Free Pistachio Ice Cream?

Everyone laughs

Wyatt: Sure, Mater, let's go...

Ali: Nononono. Wasabi

Edra: Nuthin Much, wasabi with you...

Wyatt: Stop it...let's go..

Clio: I'll be right there, I need to get my wallet...

Wyatt: We'll be waiting in the Rav4. (Turning to Ali) Wasabi?

Ali: Hey, KG loves Cars 2. She wants to go to the new....

(Clio heads for her room while the others head for the SUV. As she walks she pulls an envelope from her pocket. Once inside the room she locks the door and opens the letter – postmarked Lawrence Kansas – and reads the scribblings. A flood of emotions pour over her as she sits down and tries to make sense of it. After a bit, there is a knock at the door.)

Edra: Come on sis, Mexican awaits...

Clio: In a minute...in the bathroom.

Edra: Making room?

Clio: Shut up! Be right there.

Edra: OK, but come on...

Clio: IN A MINUTE!

(Clio hides the letter under her mattress, flushes the unused toilet, splashes some cold water on her face to clear her head, then walks to the door and opens it.)

Edra: You OK? If I didn't know better I thought you were looking at some … pictures …

Clio: Funny. Let's go.

Edra: So-rry. Just trying to lighten the mood.

Clio: (snapping) Just stop trying for now, alright?

Edra: OK, OK...hey, sourpuss... Creme Brulee?

Clio: Not right now...

Edra: What's going on?

Clio: Just … distracted. Give me a little while. That Firewoman thing.

Edra: Gotcha. (putting her arm around Clio) I'm here, OK?

Clio: (hugging back) I know...And I wouldn't trade you for anything...except...

Edra: What, Angelina Jolie?

Clio: No, some fried ice cream…

Edra: Mmmmmmm....

Clio: ...Let's roll...

(The sisters smile and link arms and bounce off as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

VERY SLOW FADE from black screen to an overpowering white. The white settles back from eye-hurting bright to just bright. The form of Stan Fulton fades into view almost like he was transported there.

SF: “Hello? Is anyone there?”

A voice from an unseen speaker is heard.

V: “Hello. Stan.”

Fulton turns until he can see the speaker. It appears to be Junichiro Muyo.

SF: “Juni?”

Eco: “Not really, Stan.”

SF: “Am I dead?”

Eco: “Not quite, but you’re close. The sledgehammer shot you took to your brain has done a lot of damage. You can step one way or the other.”

SF: “So why are you here?”

Eco: “I’m your consciousness manifesting itself so you can have this internal discussion on what you want.”

SF: “But I don’t know what I want. I’m tired of the pain and the hurt. I’m tired of fighting the establishment and fighting my own teammates.”

Eco: “Which is why I’m here.”

SF: “So why you?”

Eco: “Because you’re my sister’s teammate. Because I was a mentor to you at one time and also fought you tooth and nail over championships.”

SF: “So now what?”

Eco: “So I ask you again. What do you want Stan Fulton?”

SF: “I want peace.”

Eco: “Then cross this room, open that door and pass on.”

SF: “And if I go the other direction?”

Eco: “Peace is possible, but only after a lot of work.”

SF: “How?”

Eco: “My sister can help you. You’re new friends from out West can help you. But those you run with otherwise cannot.”

SF: “The New Guard.”

Eco: “They corrupted what the goal was. It’s a free-for-all now. The Kai and Aina were caught in the middle and thereby you ended up here.”

SF: “I gave them my word to help them.”

Eco: “That word is null and void when the leader of the New Guard left you and Matt to suffer alone in the ring.”

SF: “. . .”

Eco: “Stan, you know this is just your internal dialogue. You can do whatever you want. You know you want to work with Wyatt and the girls. Mai would like that too. You’re trying to rationalize your decision to leave the New Guard and move on.”

SF: “You’re right of course.”

Eco: “I was always the smartest person in the OOWF.”

SF: “And most conceited.”

Eco: “Touché.”

SF: “I don’t know, Juni.”

Eco: “Consider this, Stan. You have a match teaming up with Matt for the 500th show. It will make a nice break. You walk out of that match and out of the New Guard.”

SF: “And Mai and I move on.”

Eco: “Just so.”

Fulton sighs loudly and his eyes start to close. The brightness starts to fade to black.

Eco: (fading away) “Be strong, Stan. Listen to Mai. She can be your conscious.”

SF: “I can’t believe I almost died in this shithole.”

FADE TO BLACK

[BookerShark]

GM Selena gets back to her office. She takes out the gift whiskey and is about to pour it into a glass when a hand reaches over her shoulder and takes it from her.

Voice: You hate this stuff, remember?

Selena turns around in her chair to look at Poe.

GMSa-T: You have no idea how glad I am that you're here.

Poe: Organized chaos?

GMSa-T: Not even that organized.

Poe sits back on the couch in her office and drinks the whiskey from the bottle.

Poe: Go ahead.

Selena sighs with a slight smile as she knows he means to rant.

GMSa-T: I've got all these freaks running around, I've homeless guys on the street smelling and shouting their crazy, I got Moose back here with all his family drama which now involves killing people, and now he tells me he wants ANOTHER Taipei Death Match. I don't even think Taipei has had as many of those as he has!

Selena runs her hands through her hair.

GMSa-T: There are times. I just wanna quit.

Poe sits the bottle of whiskey down. He walks behind her chair and starts rubbing her shoulders, which she is clearly enjoying and has needed. He leans over so they're face to face as she looks up at him.

Poe: You know that's the frustration talking.

GMSa-T: It's just so hard some times.

Poe: That's what makes it rewarding.

GMSa-T: I miss Hawai'i.

Poe: It's just a plane flight away.

GMSa-T: I miss you.

Poe kisses her sweetly.

Poe: I miss you too Beloved. But you were so excited for this. That's why I encouraged you to take this job. I knew you could do it. And I'm not gonna let you walk away from it.

Selena slouches in the chair as Poe continues to look over her.

GMSa-T: I think Wyatt's a threat.

Poe: Most definitely.

GMSa-T: What should I do? He's good for the bottom line, but...

Poe: Checks and balances, Beloved. He can't get any power unless you let him. Give him a leash and let him run, but use my lawyers to make sure you keep him on it.

GMSa-T: All that leash talk makes me want a doggie.

Poe: Another one?

GMSa-T: More puppies!

They kiss again.

GMSa-T: Your breath reeks of that booze.

Poe: Told you you didn't want it.

GMSa-T: You want any of this, you better stop drinking it tonight.

Poe: Consider it put away.

Poe goes back to the couch and grabs the bottle.

GMSa-T: Om?

Poe: Yes, Beloved?

GMSa-T: You haven't said a thing about the match I put you in.

Poe: I have not.

GMSa-T: Is it okay?

Poe stiffens.

Poe: You put me in the ring with my boys, THE Boy, Tytan, and Lioness.

GMSa-T: I did. Should I...

Poe: Do we really want to go back there?

Selena grins and there's a definite twinkle in her eye.

GMSa-T: I kinda miss it.

Poe snickers a bit.

GMSa-T: I know you do too.

Selena gets out of her chair, walks up to Poe, runs her hands up his chest and pushes him down onto the couch. She then straddles his lap and is a mere inch from his face.

GMSa-T: I know you wanna.

Poe: I'm different now. We both are.

GMSa-T: Oh, my crazy isn't THAT far away.

Selena rubs on him a bit, clearly pressing the right buttons.

GMSa-T: And I KNOW, that you just need a little...prodding.

Poe: There would need to be changes. You're the GM. If I did come back...

GMSa-T: You just say the word.

They stare into each other's eyes, having a silent conversation.

Poe: I'll take it under advisement.

Selena grins.

Poe: Goddess.

Selena smiles her trademark smile and kisses Poe as we...

FADE.

[BookerShark]

*Hardbody Harris emerges from a bathroom. He's wearing his white spandex and no shirt look, as always, but he's fat. Oh so fat.*

Homely female journalist: Hardbody...if I can still call you that...how do you feel about OOWF's 500th show?

Hardbody: *sweating, can barely talk* I...am....going *gasp* to make Jake Roberts and *wheeze* Scott Hall look good. I'm going to pretty much be gassed the entire show, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I....*trails off as he catches his breath*

*Hardbody drunkenly tries to make out with Homely Female Journalist but ends up vomiting in her hair*