OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (08/01) Live! From Wakkanai, J

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live ! From Wakkanai, Japan

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Comrade Sharkoff

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Stank & Attitude Adjuster

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Ghosthead vs. El Lobo Sangriento

Non-Title Match[/u]
Rabbit Mask vs. Alexander Darling

Firewoman vs. Moosehead Jack
Power & Glory vs. Holy Spirit Squad vs. Banned From Everywhere
LD Williams vs. Matt Folz
Danny Taylor vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
The Kai vs. Peter Throbbingrod (w/Stanley Cockthrust)

Card subject to Japan making a sex toy out of the OOWF

[BookerShark]

(The scene is the dressing room of Power and Glory. The twins have showered and changed. Wyatt enters the room.)

Wyatt: Well, Mary Lou's on her way back to Ely with Mike.

Edra: So you couldn't talk her out of it.

Wyatt: Nope.

Clio: I can't blame her. That mess at the chapel wasn't good.

Wyatt: I don't want to think about that any more. That's water under the bridge. But it's going to make this eight weeks just drag by.

Edra: Yeah, I'll miss her.

Clio: Me too. So, what's up next.

Wyatt: Get this, the team we just beat, got a title match against the Texpress.

(Both girls just roll their eyes)

Wyatt: I know, but we don't really want another match yet. We need to switch our focus on just watching, learning, and winning. Where'd you learn that Tiger Suplex ?

Edra: Mr Folz. He said hit it, lock it, and don't move, and 8 times out of ten you'll get the pin before your opponent knows what happened.

Wyatt: Great! Remind me to send Jaime flowers for that. She and Matt were mostly good guests.

Clio: So who do we have this week?

Wyatt: Another three way- Us, Bill and Justin, and Stan and Mai.

Edra: Oooooo...this could be interesting.

Clio: Very much so.

Wyatt: I'll grab those files...the ones that we really DON'T have...and we can study on the plane. Too bad Mary Lou won't be with us. I'd love some research on this Ellie May lady...

Edra: Let's get dinner and talk more about this without our friend around.

Clio: Yeah, Daddy, let's go...

(The threesome head out for dinner as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

We cut to the Darling Luxury Suites, and hear the familiar sound of things being thrown and broken. The Brave Little INC comes in, and what is different about this particular tantrum is that Firewoman seems to have a target, as Alex ducks a vase that crashes against the wall.

FW: What did I say. WHAT. DID. I SAY?

AD: Dammit, you almost HIT ME!

FW: Then stop moving. I said keep your head in the ring and in the match. I was fine!

AD: I didn't know that, Lis, and even if I did, good God, what's so bad about--

FW: What's so bad about it. WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT? I don't know FORMER tag team champ. You tell me. You explain it to me.

AD: ....

FW: SEE? Because you can't...you can't--

AD: I CAN'T GET THE SIGHT OF YOU BEING TAKEN OUT ON A BACKBOARD AFTER YOUR MATCH WITH TYTAN OUT OF MY MIND. There. Are you happy?

FW: ...

AD: HALLELUJAH. She's speechless.

FW: You think I don't get that? You think that's somehow more special or traumatic that sitting by your bedside after Blood Pond, hoping you'd open your eyes?

AD: ...

FW: Look who's speechless now.

AD: At least you had a bedside you could sit beside. I didn't disappear for a month.

FW: Fine.

AD: Fine. What are you doing?

Firewoman is dialing someone on her cell phone.

FW: Hi. I need you to get your ass down here......to the suites.....BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO.

Firewoman slams the phone down.

AD: Who was that.

FW: Just never you mind.

Lucky comes in, without looking up.

L: I called Dr. Freedman, Alex, about this latest--

FW: And why are you calling Dr. Freedman?

L: *looking up, eyes wide* OH! Uh...Hi, Boss...just to confirm our trip to Detroit before we head to Japan.

FW: I'm not going.

L/AD: Yes you are.

FW: NO..I..AM--

The door bursts open and General Manager Selena al-Tikriti is standing there, arms folded.

GMtSa-T: You know, I don't really like you ordering me around.

FW: *turns and storms up to her* My contract. Change it.

GMtSa-T: To what?

FW: The last clause I added. I want it removed.

GMtSa-T: The...the Moose clause?

FW: Yes.

GMtSa-T: So you want--

FW: NOW you're getting it. That didn't hurt too badly did it?

GMtSa-T: Fine. Whatever. I should just write your contract in pencil as often as you change it.

FW: Do whatever it takes. Lucky? Make sure she doesn't fuck it up.

L: On it, boss.

GMtSa-T: You should be nice to me. I'm letting you take this little side trip to Detroit and get to Japan late, so--

FW: I'm not going.

L/AD: YES YOU ARE.

GMtSa-T: Whatever...you guys work it out.

She turns and leaves. Firewoman grabs a hold of the Brave Little INC.

FW: You wanted my attention, Big Brother? Fine. You got it. You name it. Anytime. Anywhere. In the ring, out of the ring. Wherever.

AD: Fire--

FW: I'm still not talking to you. *back to the camera* Wanna see who's best? Wanna see who's really got what it takes? I know you're not that much older than me, but I also know that you've abused your body way beyond its years. I know your knees hurt. I know your neck aches. I know your back isn't as strong as it used to be. I know because we talked about it, back when we used to talk.

So bring it, Big Brother. I'm younger, faster, and let's just face it. I'm better than you. Maybe when I prove it you'll shut your fat mouth and let me live my life...the one you COULD live if you stopped wallowing in the past.

I don't remember what happened, then. Maybe I did what you said, maybe I didn't. But I do know my future, and that's to get the respect...yeah, I said it. The RESPECT I deserve from you, even if I have to drain all the blood out of you to get it.

Firewoman pushes the INC away, but it recovers.

FW: Let's go. Flights to Japan make me--

AD: Detroit.

FW: NO!

The Brave Little INC decides to not risk it any further and fades out.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in the back drinking a beer, he looks up at the INC and smirks>

Do I have you attention now Lisa?

I told you I would not be ignored, that I would get your undivided attention one way or another. I heard about the little tantrum you threw after Phoenix Rising crashed and burned. I heard you demanded this match, waiving the Diva clause in your contract saying you would not fight me.

Now, I could sit here and tell you what I am going to do to you, tell you to trust me, tell you that no one in the OOWF........no one......has caused more pain and suffering than I have, but I don't need to do that do I? I don't need to do that because you know exactly who Jack Quinn is and what I am all about.

<Moose sits for a moment and thinks>

But that works two ways, doesn't it Lisa? See, you say you are not afraid of me, and I believe you. But remember this, I am not afraid of you either. Your little mind games? Not going to work. You can show up wherever I am, you can stalk me in dark alleys, you can sic your voodoo goddesses on me, you can swear a vengeance that would make Odin blush, but none of it will matter, because I am not afraid of you

In fact, I want you to bring that. Please, I beg you, go back and watch tapes of The Five. Go back and watch tapes from Japan. Go back and watch tapes from the time when you were one of the most feared wrestlers on the planet. I want that. I NEED that. I want to see if Firewoman still exists. I need to know, that somewhere under all the bullshit therapy, somewhere under being a handmaiden to the Darlings, somewhere under being a sock puppet for Them that Firewoman still exists.

I need to know this.

And if I have to be destroyed?
If I have to destroy Lisa Darling to find out?

Then that is what I will do. And that is the truth.

Trust me.

<Moose turns and walks out the door, and nearly runs unto Holy Spirit Squad. Mai just eyes Moose, while Stan gets ready for a fight>

MHJ: Stan, is this any way to treat an old friend?

SF: I have changed Moose, I am not the evil man I once was

MHJ: <looking at Mai> How bout you, you changed too?

MM: I believe in what Stan and I are doing, there is a right way.........then there is your way. Poisoning the well to benefit oneself while killing everyone else

MHJ: <laughing> Holy Rolers huh? Well just remember this, your "God" who has supposedly done so much good? He is responsible for over 25 million deaths, in the bible alone. Never mind all the atrocities that have been committed in His name. So you go ahead and call me the Devil.......to be perfectly honest, if I believed in such a thing, I would consider that an honor.....

SF: You would....

MHJ: Just know this. Your message is nothing without something to back it up. You want to change the OOWF? You want to destroy it to save it? <looking at Mai> That sounds like a familiar message doesn't it? No one is going to roll over, no one is going to change their ways on word alone. You want change, your hands will have to get bloody

MM: We will do what we have to to make the OOWF a safe place again

MHJ: <looking at Stan now> Well.......while you are doing that, stop and take a second to realize how much you are enjoying it. "God will not look you over for medals, degrees, or diplomas, but for scars.

<Moose turns and leaves, Stan and Mai watch him go, then turn and go the opposite direction. Moose catches Clio and Edra just as they are about to leave the arena>

MHJ: Ladies, may I have a word with you?

Clio: Mr. Moose! It has been awhile since we have seen you

Edra: Did you see our match?

MHJ: I did. You ladies are coming along nicely, might I offer a word of advice?

Clio: Of course

<Moose leans in so the INC can barely hear>

MHJ: You ladies have come a long way, you have all the potential in the world. You cannot allow yourself to be distracted. Terms like blood feuds? Ignore them, now is not the time for that, that time will......

Edra: But you are known for.....

Clio: Edra! Don't interrupt! You were saying?

MHJ: The time for that will come, right now, all that will do is distract you from your goal. Right now, they hate you because you are new. They hate you because you are making strides faster than anyone thought you could. They hate you <smirking> because you listen to me. Remember one thing, don't let anyone stand in the way of what you feel is the right thing to do. Not what they think, what YOU think

Clio: <with a cold, but almost playful stare> and what if that meant taking YOU out?

Edra: CLIO!

MHJ: If that is what you think needs to be done, never hesitate. A viper does not second guess itself, it strikes at what it hates, it strikes down what stands against it..........no matter what that is

<Moose and Clio share a knowing look for a moment, then we hear Wyatt call the girls from outside. They turn and leave and we fade to black>

[BookerShark]

(Wyatt and the twins are in the limo heading for dinner. Edra and Clio are talking strategy and Wyatt is barely paying attention.)

Edra: So if we switch up on Mai like that we can probably catch her in a side slam and take her out for a minute.

Wyatt: OK, sounds good.

Clio: Then Stan will morph into a dragon and set Bill and his Pine Cone Party Likker aflame.

Wyatt: OK, sounds good.

Edra: Then Clio and I will strip naked and seduce Mai in the middle of the ring.

Wyatt: OK, sounds....wait a minute, what?

Clio: Daddy, we need you here with us, not thinking about Mary Lou.

Wyatt: I'm sorry, it's just, well, I'm afraid I've made a huge mistake. She should be here, with us, after all.

Edra: But what about the Darling's operatives in Japan

Wyatt: FUCK THE DARLINGS! I'm sick and tired of these no good weasels coming out on top all the time. Everyone thinks we're bad, but they're the ones who've done so much wrong. Hell, how was I supposed to know that Saturday was their second anniversary. I didn't even notice that until three days before the wedding...

Edra: Daddy, I know how you feel, but she's back in Ely.

Wyatt: I know. I wish I could get her to change her mind.

Clio: Don't worry Daddy, I think she'll be here soon.

Wyatt: I doubt it, honey. I just hope she'll speak to me again.

Clio: Don't worry, the right thing will happen. And Daddy, we want just one little thing.

Wyatt: What's that, dear?

Clio: Alexis...on a platter.

Edra: Clio!

Clio: She hurt our Daddy and...Mary Lou, who right now should be his wife. It's on her, on the Darling family. They all need to pay, Alexis, Alex, Fire....

Wyatt: STOP! I don't want her name mentioned again. This is as much her fault as anything. And to think I was starting to feel sorry for the poor little girl who married into money and happiness...only to screw everyone over, deny her family and her birthright.

Edra: Daddy, is that why Mr Moose has been so mad?

Wyatt: You heard the lead asshole. Alex thinks that blood isn't important. In the final analysis, though, that's all there is. Blood should always be there for blood. No matter how much therapy, how much analysis, how much she drugs herself, in the end, she'll never be a Darling. She'll always be a Quinn. She and Moose are a matched pair, as much as she wants to deny it.

Edra: Mr Moose scares me sometimes.

Wyatt: That's good. He should. Otherwise I'd worry about you.

Clio: Not me. I get him. Do what's right, no matter what anyone thinks. Anyone.

Wyatt: I think you're learning the lessons well, sweetheart. Both of you, listen to Moose, Listen to … him, but take direction from me. I'll do all I can to keep us safe. Meanwhile, turn him loose out there, and the three of us will deliver what we do best...

Edra: Power

Clio: Glory

Wyatt: And Pain. Mai, Stan, pray a lot this week, because you'll need all the strength you can muster against two pissed off girls. Bill, Justin, drink lots of Likker before the match...it'll help numb the pain. Power and Glory will see inside each of you the spirit of the Darlings...the spirit of our enemies. They will seek to quench that spirit, any way they can.

Clio: I like that thought, Daddy.

Edra: Me too. It feels good just thinking about it.

Wyatt: OK, we're here, dinner time, then to the airport.

Clio: Will you two get us a table, I need to do something.

Edra: You OK, sis?

Clio: No problem, just need to powder my nose.

Edra: OK, we'll be inside.

(Wyatt and Edra get out of the limo, while Clio takes out her Droid and places a call in her most theatrical voice)

Clio: MIKE, are you back in Ely? Good, turn around and get back here, Daddy needs Mary Lou now...he's sick. We'll meet you at the airport. Yes, we take of in 90 minutes, hurry!

(Clio smiles that evil grin)

Clio: The fourth piece of the puzzle. With her with us, Daddy will be focused and ready to destroy. (singing)Prick your finger on a spinning wheel....

(Clio continues to sing as she exits the limo and we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Aboard the OOWF plane, Chad and Zane are in their customary coach seats. Chad is leaning back with his eyes closed listening to something on his mp3 player. Zane has his laptop open, watching footage of Classic Chickenshit Heel vs. Drink & Destroy matches. Random wrestlers and crew stop by from time to time to congratulate them on their Championship win. ~~~

Zane: Chad, watch this. ~~~ Points to something on the screen ~~~

Chad:

Zane: HEY! wake up!

Chad:

Zane: HEY! ~~~ Smacks Chad in the arm ~~~

Chad: WHAT!

Zane: Look at this

Chad: OK... man, can we not do this on the plane? I need some sleep.

Zane: Too much partying with the floozies?

Chad: Exactly.

Zane: You realize it's a short week and we have a lot to do.

Chad: I promise, we get to Japan, I'm all yours. No going anywhere but the gym and catering. Just let me sleep.

Zane: Fine.

Chad: Don't be grumpy, It's not my fault Bridgette isn't here. You know she doesn't fly.

Zane: Alright. You sleep, but when we hit the ground it's full speed ahead.

Chad: Deal. Do me a favor?

Zane: What?

Chad: Skype her. You're getting grumpy already.

Zane: I will.

Chad: Oh, and one more thing

Zane: What?

Chad: ~~~ Holds up one finger and grins ~~~ One More!

Zane: One More.

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

*There's just enough room on the plane for there to be an empty seat between LD Williams and Stank. Rock, paper, scissors has won Stank the window seat, while LD muses at the back of the New OOWF World Champion's head, who sits alone, several seats up, making a show of playfully polishing the face plate of his world title belt.

Stank gazes out the window and is about to fall asleep when he feels someone plop down between him and LD.*

AA - Promo on a plane.

Stank - No.

AA - Did we actually lose to two women?

Stank - Yup.

AA - Technically YOU lost the match for us.

Stank - You're welcome, by the way.

AA - For what?

Stank - You know how hard it is for a 300 pound man to sell a tigerplex delivered by a 118 pound woman?

AA - Oh God Lucas, WHY?

Stank - Why what?

*AA stands up and looks up and down the aisle in anticipation, but whatever he was expecting doesn't happen.*

AA - Geez Kayfabe has been off her game lately.

Stank - I think since things fell through with Stan she hasn't been the same.

AA - So any ideas?

Stank - About?

AA - Johnny and Francis. I mean that wasn't a cardboard cutout of Johnny Adrenaline out there, THAT was the real deal.

Stank - So?

AA - So I thought Johnny was dead.

Stank - Well apparently you thought wrong.

AA -

Stank -

AA - That's it? You're not going to ask me?

Stank - Ask you what?

AA - Why I thought Johnny was dead?

Stank - I thought about it briefly, but decided it would help move this promo along if I didn't.

AA - Food poisoning.

Stank -

AA - It's a serious problem. In industrialized countries, up to 30% of the population of people have been reported to suffer from food poisonings every year.

Stank - ..

AA - In the U.S, around 76 million cases of foodborne diseases, which resulted in 325,000 hospitalizations and 5,000 deaths, are estimated to occur each year.

Stank - ...

AA - Developing countries in particular are worst affected by food poisonings due to the presence of a wide range of diseases, including those caused by parasites.

Stank - You're not going to stop talking about this, are you?

AA - Food contamination creates an ENORMOUS social and economic strain on societies, Stank.

Stank - *sigh* I take it the last time you saw Johnny he had caught food poisoning.

AA - The Lexus tent at the 2011 US Open at Congressional Country Club in Bethesda, MD *Cheap Pop!*

Stank - How the fuck did you get a cheap pop on this plane?

AA - Lucas, Lucas, surely I don't need to explain promotification 101 to someone such as you?

Stank - You remember last week when you were mocking Wyatt Cox on promoing three times before mentioning his girls opponents once?

AA - I sure do.

Stank -

AA -

Stank -

AA - What?

Stank - We're facing Texpress this week.

AA - We are? How the HELL did THAT happen?

Stank - Been a member of the OOWF long?

AA - Fine so we're facing the The new OOWF tag-team champions.

Stank - I'm surprised you know THAT much.

AA - I pay attention to the product, Lucas. How else can I be expected to promo effectively?

Stank - Been a member of the OOWF long?

AA -

Stank -

AA -

Stank - You know I TOLD you I got a text from Johnny back in January about his making peace with the natives in Canada.

AA - Yeah?

Stank - So... and I know I'm going to regret this... why did you think Johnny died of food poisoning last year?

AA - I sent that text.

Stank - WHAT?

AA - Thinking about it now, it was probably a bad idea.

Stank - ... ... What is WRONG with you, Alan?

AA - Your question should be what did Johnny eat at Congressional Country club that killed him?

Stank - HE'S NOT DEAD!

AA - I didn't know that until last night.. and the answer is SHRIMP! He HAD the SHRIMP.

Stank - I don't fucking care.

AA - It had been sitting OUT in the SUN! It was all warm. I TOLD him not to eat it, but he DID IT ANYWAY!

Stank -

AA - How can I be expected to hang out with someone who would willfully eat a warm shrimp cocktail? It's just... just GROSS! I told him I never wanted to see him again. A cardboard cutout of him would provide better friendship. I was determined to prove it.

Stank -

AA -

Stank -

AA - C'mon Stank. This isn't going to work if you don't play along.

Stank - I'm not sure what the fuck it is you're doing.

AA - It's called providing a narrative... you know? It's how you build a story, drama for the fans, a reasonable motive for our inevitable feud with our former tag-team partners?

Stank - What about ending a years long friendship over the consumption of a warm shrimp cocktail strikes you as reasonable?

AA - It's better than he spilled a cup of hot coffee on- AAAAHHHAGGHH!

*LD Williams waves his empty cup at an approaching stewardess, indicating his desire for a refill.*

AA - YOU spilled HOT coffee on me! You can't spill hot coffee on me! ABUSE OF FOLGERS!

LDW - It was Sanka. *To the stewardess* Do you have Folgers?

Stewardess - I'll check.

AA - I'm wearing white!

Stank - He SAID it was Sanka, Alan. Now listen, your narrative doesn't mention why Lock would help Johnn-

AA - WHO CARES? OW! IT BURNS!

Stank -

AA - CAN I GET SOME ICE OVER HERE?

Stank -

AA - OOOH! OOOH! My CROTCH!

Stank - Good promoing with you, Alan. Perhaps we can actually talk about Texpress in the next one.

AA - I'm NOT feuding with you Billy Dee!

LDW - Thank God for small favors.

Fade

[BookerShark]

~~~ Mila Kunis stands beside Comrade Sharkoff in front of the OOWF Banner ~~~

Mila: Congrats Chris, you are the World Champion. FOr now. I suggest you prepare hard for this match. No, not because you are facing Comrade Sharkoff, the most destructive Force in wrestling today, no, you need to Prepare. Prepare to be the next Canadian Dragon. Prepare to be the next ... Kane. Prepare to be Tommy Rich. Prepare to be the next Ecosystem, Eric O'Mac, James Storm. Prepare to be the next guy to win the World title, then lose it days later. Because that's your fate when you face off with this man on Wednesday

Chris Evans, you had good luck beating LC William. You will not be so lucky against Comrade Sharkoff. You see what I did to the crow? That is what is waiting for you. I will become the Champion of all the Double O F! I will take all the glory back to Russia! CCCP Number 1!

[BookerShark]

(OOC: What can I say, Dev. John needs his Marlena. Or in our case, Stefano needs his Kate....)

(It's a few hours ago just before the OOWF Charter to Japan takes off. Wyatt and the twins are about to board when there's a commotion. Clio turns and points down the ramp.)

Clio: Daddy, you were saying?

(Mary Lou is struggling to get through the line arguing with security. Wyatt fights his way back through the crowd to Mary Lou. He looks at her, takes her by the arm, and the two start up the ramp.)

Edra: She came back!

Clio: I know. Now the four of us are together. Like it should be.

Edra: For now?

Clio: For good. And God bless the souls of anyone that tries to break them up.

Edra: Oh, Mr Stank? For the record, I'm 5'11”, 180, I regularly bench press 240 pounds and when motivated, like last night, I can do a whole lot more.

Clio: Stan, Mai, we love you and respect you. But Wednesday night, we're going to beat you. Awesome Bill, Justin, page 4 of our domination series. It's just that simple. We deliver three things.

Edra: Power

Clio: Glory

Edra: And Pain. And God bless all your souls.

Clio: I wonder how Ellie May would look in a rice bag.

Edra: Let's try to find a seat...away from Daddy and Mary Lou.

(The twins rush on the plane as Wyatt and Mary Lou work their way up the ramp and we...)
FADE

[BookerShark]

*Stank is watching OOWF promos on his IPad. AA, holding plastic bag of ice to his crotch, glances over and watches with him.*

Stank - You know if you ever want to have children you might want to cool it with that ice pack.

AA - Ha. Ha. Very funny. I find it more interesting that Edra chick can apparently promo about future happenings from the PAST!

Stank - You mean a master promoer like you can't pull off a simple time displacement promo?

AA - What the hell are you talking about, Willis?

Stank - Time displacement promos. You... you've never done one.

AA - YES I HAVE!

Stank - Really?

AA - Yes of course I have.

Stank - Do one right now then.

AA - I can't right now.

Stank - Why?

AA -

Stank -

AA - Uh... time displacement doesn't lend itself well to uh... testicular numbing.

Stank - Your balls are cold.

LDW - And by this time the size of raisins.

Fade

[BookerShark]

**To escape discussion of AA’s testicles, L.D. Williams makes his way to back of the plain where SFJ#47 is waiting for an interview. Judging by the bandages and the way he’s moving, L.D. is feeling the effects of the match at Bloodbath in Paradise.**

SFJ#47: “Tough loss last night.”

LDW: “Evans did exactly what he said he was going to do. No excuses, he beat me fair and square.”

SFJ#47: “Are you concerned over not receiving a rematch Wednesday night?”

LDW: “Not really. There’s no rush.”

SFJ#47: “I would have thought you’d be looking for revenge.”

LDW: “In time. I know that won’t be my last title shot. I’d like to think I’ll get another run with the title. I guarantee I’m not done with Evans. But one thing I’ve learned over the years is to make the most of the opportunities you have.”

SFJ#47: “And this week that opportunity is against Matt Folz.”

LDW: “Matt Folz…I’ve said it before, but I just don’t like the guy. Never have, can’t see that I ever will. That said, he can go. If there‘s anyone in the OOOWF that can match me hold-for-hold, it‘s him.”

SFJ#47: “He‘s also known to bend the rules sometimes.”

LDW: “He’s not the only one. I have to give him credit for the chloroform, though. That had a certain style - maybe he’s been getting advice from AA.”

SFJ#47: “You sound like you’re looking forward to this match.”

LDW: I am. I don’t like Folz, but I do like wrestling him. Like I said, he can go. I just feel sorry for whoever has to follow us.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

We find ourselves around what appear to be an abandoned house, at dusk. A quick look at the players involved, Alexander, Lukcy, Dr. Freedman, and Firewoman, lets us conclude that this is the house Firewoman and Moose grew up in, the house before the one Firewoman burned down. The one they shared with Patrick. They walk around a bit, all eyes watching Firewoman's reaction. She appears to be disinterested, and fairly detached. Although on closer look, she also appears to be a bundle of nerves, as she flinches when she hears a noice from down the alley of someoen throwing something loudly into a dumpster. Also, we are joined by our Brave Little INC.

FW: I don't want to do this.

AD: Then you won't. Let's go.

L: Fire...this is important....you know it is.

FW: I know....Alex, sit down.

Everyone takes their seats in lawn chairs, in a circle, Alex on Fire's right, Lucky on her left. Dr. Freedman is across from them. Alex takes Fire's hand.

AD: I don't see why *that* is here.

FW: BLINCy is here because I'm tired of people thinking I'm faking it, or that I really didn't forget, I'm just ignoring Him.

Dr.F: Patrick.

FW: Yeah...Him. And, Selena insisted.

AD: BLINCy? It has a name now? And what people?

FW: ....

AD: Never mind. The brother that should have--

Dr.F: Alex...you're here to support Fire because she wants you here, not for commentary. If you say or do anything to make this harder or more traumatic, then I'll have you removed.

AD: You'll try. I'm not leaving her alone with all this hypnosis stuff. Isn't that what Ecosystem did to--

FW: It is, and Dr. Freedman and I have been working through that as well. He thinks this is the only way I'll remember what happened, and ...well, I think he's right.

AD: Fine...remove me if I cause problems. But I swear to you, if you cause her any problems yourself, I'll be removing you.

Dr.F: Understood. Can we start? Fire, I need you to sit comfortably in your chair, and close your eyes, and just start breathing slowly in, two, three, four....out, two, three, four...in, two, three, four....out, two, three, four...in, two, three, four....out, two, three, four...that's good, keep that breathing...focus on nothing but your breath and the sound of my voice....

There's a pause and it's silent except for the sound of Fire breathing. Lucky and Alex appear to be holding their breath.

Dr.F: Remember, Fire. Throughout this process you will be safe. These are just memories. Do you understand?

FW: Yes....

Dr.F: When I count to three, you will hear only my voice, and nothing else. Okay?

FW: Yes.

Dr.F: One....you feel mists rise around you.....two.....the mists cover everything, and it's all you can see......three......you are here, in your home in Detroit...when you were four. Are you there, Fire?

There's a slight pause.

FW: Yes, I am there.

Dr.F: Do you know what year it is?

FW: No....

Fire's voice has changed a bit, and sounds somewhat younger.

Dr.F: What day of the week is it. Do you know?

FW: SATURDAY!

Dr.F: And how do you know that?

FW: Because mommy's working and daddy's sleeping. We watched cartoons. Then we're going to get ice cream!

Dr.F: Who watched cartoons?

FW: Me, and Paddy, and Jackie.

Alex and Lucky shift uncomfortably.

Dr.F: Oh, I see. Then what did you do.

FW: We watched wrassling!

Dr.F: Okay, that's good. Now, I want to pick a specific Saturday, Fire. Do you know which one?

FW: *frowns, like a four year old would* Yes.

Dr.F: It's hard, I know...but you're safe. You can do this, right?

FW: Okaaaaaay.

She sounds like a child who is told to eat her vegetables.

Dr.F: Now, Fire...I want you to tell me what you see.

Through the magic of television, we're just going to have a re-enactment. Cue wavy lines.

The scene shifts to a very small house with a small backyard. There's a deck with a railing, some lawn chairs, a storage shed, maybe a grill, and three red headed children playing, two boys and a younger girl. The girl smiles at her brothers and it is a surprisingly familiar smile.

P: Legion of Doom is THE BEST.

J: No they aren't!

The two boys do some fake backyard wrestling, as only 7 year olds can, and the girl jumps in with a elbow drop, as only a 4 year old can, although not really bad, and they all laugh. A man comes out onto the patio, pretending to be angry, but not really. [/i]

Sean: You guys be careful! Don't wrestle your sister.

P: She's meaner than us, Daddy.

J: Yeah!

S: I know, that's why I'm tellin' ye that. She's got the devil in her, don't ya!

The little girl runs up to him and grabs his leg, and looks up at him.

S: Oh geez....*he picks her up*...that smile is going to get you into and out of all kinds of trouble, young lady...*he puts her back down*...now hold it down you three...I have one more week of thirds, so I need my beauty sleep. When I get up we'll go get ice cream.

Sean goes back into the house and closes the door. The argument over best tag team continues, quietly.

P: Legion of Doom has the best finisher.

J: No, Midnight Express is cooler.

P: Oh Yeah? Let's see....Lisa, come here.

L: What?

P: Let's show Jack I'm right.

L: Okay.

J: That's bull, she always sides with you.

P: Cos I'm her favorite.

J: Cos you bribe her. Or threaten her.

P: Pssht. Not like you don't. Okay, you're my tag team partner, okay? Jack, stand there. Lisa, we can...here, we'll using this railing as the rope okay? Lisa, you know how to do a splash, right?

L: Yep.

P: Okay, you're going to splash Jack off the railing, but I'm going to help, okay?

L: Okay.

Lisa eagerly climbs to the top of the railing, no fear at all, and Patrick gets in front of her, but puts his hands behind her.

P: Okay, you ready Jack?

J: Yeah.

P: Okay, one...two...THREE!

Patrick launches Lisa into Jack, in a pretty good Rocket Launcher for a bunch of kids. She crashes into Jack, driving him back. There's a pause...and then they both start to stir and giggle.

L: AGAIN!!

J: No!

P: No, we're going to do one even BETTER. The Doomsday Device.

J: I'm not taking that.

L: Which one is that?

P: You can do a clothesline, right?

L: Yeah.

P: Okay, so I sit on Jack's shoulders and you clothesline me.

L: From where?

P: Back up to the top rope.

L: Okay.

Patrick and Jack struggle a couple of times with getting Patrick on Jack's shoulders, while Lisa climbs to the top railing again.

L: I don't want to.

P: C'mon Lisa, it's the only way to settle the bet.

J: Ow...get off me.

L: I wanna splash!

P: No, now c'mon....Stop squirming.

L: I'm getting down.

P: Lisa, stay there, we're almost set.

J: If she doesn't want to do it, don't make her.

P: Lisa, you'll do it for me, won't you?

J: Oh nice...

P: Shut up...You're always babying her. Lisa, if you do it, I'll get you a present. I'll give you...um.... *he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a familiar-looking Zippo lighter*...this!

L: Oooo!!!

J: Dude, where'd you get that?

P: Stole it. Doesn't matter.

Lisa plays with the locket on the chain around her neck, but is clearly entranced by the lighter.

P: Look, Lisa...*he flicks the lighter on*...it could be all yours.

L: But....

P: Do it or I'll tell dad you were looking at those magazines under his mattress.

L: NO!!!

J: Look, you win okay...

P: C'mon, Lisa, you're not AFRAID are you?

L: I'm not fraid of nuthin!!

P: Then do it!

J: Leave her alone.

P: Bwak bwak bwak! CHICKEN!

L: I not a chicken!

P: Fly little chicken!

L: *face scrunched up in 4-year-old angry face* I not a chicken!

P: Wait, Jack hold my legs--

Patrick looks down to adjust how he's sitting, but it's too late for Lisa to stop as she leaps off the railing, little arm outstretched.

P: No! Wait, Lisa!

A bunch of things happen all at once. Sean Quinn comes out on to the porch just in time to see Lisa's arm connect with Patrick who is not at all in the right position. He falls awkwardly, as Moose described. Lisa rolls away, and Jack falls backward and then rolls the other way. Lisa gets up and walks over to wear Patrick dropped the lighter and picks it up. Sean rushes over, screaming, to where Patrick is laying, his neck at an odd angle. Jack stands and stares, and Lisa turns around, still looking at the shiny lighter.

SQ: WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?

Sean looks around, wild-eyed, as the sound of his scream has alerted every parent in the neighborhood that something has gone Very Wrong. Lisa walks up to Patrick, not understanding.

L: Wake up, Paddy. Are we getting ice cream now?

SQ: HE'S NOT GOING TO WAKE UP!!

Lisa flinches as Sean yells in her face, and then roughly shoves her away. He does it with such force, that she flies a few feet and hits the outside wall of the shed, where she falls and begins to cry.

SQ: I knew you had the devil in you. BOTH OF YOU.

Jack rushes over to her, as neighbors flood the back yard. He holds her protectively, as the chaos continues around them. There's a sound of sirens when suddenly....

We are back in the darkened back yard at the house. Fire has snapped awake, tears running down her face.

FW: Oh my gods...Moose was right...I did it...I--

Dr.F: No, no you didn't, ...It was an accident.

FW: No, I was mad....he was calling me names, and I wanted him to shut up and--

Dr.F: You were four, Lisa--

FW: DON'T...that was the last word he said.

Dr.F: --Fire...you didn't want to kill him. It was a horrible, horrible accident. You have been feeling guilty over this for far too long.

FW: No...Dad was right....I--

AD: Stop. Enough. Dr. Freedman, she remembered. Can we just stop this for now?

Alex moves next to her and puts his arm around her.

Dr.F: This is a very fragile time, I think we need to--

There's a look in Alexander's eyes that stops Dr. Freedman from continuing.

Dr.F: Okay...Lisa...*Fire flinches*...Fire, I mean...we're done for tonight. You did just fine. *Fire smiles weakly, as silent tears continue to fall* Go relax, and take it easy. No tapes. No training. We won't do any more work until after we land in Japan. Just, get some rest on the flight.

AD: I'll make sure of it, Doc. C'mon, Fire...

He gently helps her up and they leave the backyard, as we FAAAAAAAAADE.

[BookerShark]

*Quinn Home*

There are voices floating upstairs as Firewoman, Lucky & Dr. Freedman continue to discuss the memories that Fire has now recovered. Conspicuous by his absence is one Alexander Darling. BLINCy slowly searches the house until he finds Alex in the bedroom of Jack and Patrick Quinn. You could tell it is their shared room by the bunk beds and all of the wrestling posters up on the walls; Ric Flair and The Horsemen, The Road Warriors, The Midnight Express, Bruiser Brody, etc. It's clear Rose and Sean did very little cleaning or packing of the room after the unfortunate accident. Alexander has taken a seat on the floor in the center of the room, CM Punk style.

Alexander: I get it now. Or at least I get enough of it. It was never about me, Moose, was it? It was about the bonds I had with members of my family that you could never achieve because of what happened in this very house. You can say you hate me, but I know the truth now. You hate yourself more than anyone.

But here's the problem, my wife is your sister. The relationship you wish you had with her, that was lost because you were both children and didn't know better. It has nothing to do with me. You can make all the claims in the world that I came between you two, but like I said, I realize this isn't about me.

I understand what you want from Fire. You want her to be on the same page as you. You want a bond that can stand the test of time and you think that in order for that to happen, you need to drag her down to the depths of your own self-hatred. You don't need to that and I don't need to be a factor in the relationship you two have going forward.

But I know you. Better than you think. You believe that distracting us from retaining the tag team titles was step one. That getting Fire to lift her clause to avoid you at all costs in the ring is going to bring you two closer together. The Quinns...enemies, allies, siblings birth in blood. That you can drag her down the rabbit hole and she'll never be able to drag herself out.

So, I get that. I really, really do but I'm not going to allow that to happen because the god's honest truth is I care about her more than you ever have or ever will. I've been to hell and back with more times than I can count Jack and I know if you push enough, you'll drag Fire into one of those wars and I know I can't stop it. It sucks with every fiber of my being to know that she's going to fall down a dark hole, but here's the biggest factor of the entire thing. I'll be there to drag her back to the light when it's all over.

You two can try and bleed each other dry, but neither of you will succeed in taking that last little step but you'll still be stuck in the hole while I drag Fire out. You'll be a broken man once and for all when this is said and done because you'll realize you accidentally killed one sibling and purposely killed your relationship with the other just to try and feel anything. Fire won't be alone, now, during or after and the fact is you will. And you'll realize something else too. Firewoman is just flat out better than Moosehead Jack because she's Firewoman and well, you're just not.


*Fade*

[BookerShark]

<Moose is watching OOWFtv on the plane and sees Fire's promo and a dark look crosses his face. Then he sees Alex's promo and begins to laugh maniacally, which, since he is Moose, no one really pays attention to>

Alex, Alex, Alex. <shaking his head> You don't get it, and you never will because you are not one of us. You can psychoanalyze it all you want, good for you junior psychiatrist.

Look, this is all really, really simple. If, as you and Lisa both claim, she is so much better than me. If I am so over the hill and broken down, then beating me, shutting me up, and getting rid of me shouldn't be a problem, now should it?

Here's the thing little Alex, once again, it all comes back to this. No one has done it. Everyone says I am finished. They are technically better than I am, they can do more flippy moves, they are tougher, stronger, faster, whatever. You thought it in Blood Pond, and yet, here I am, still standing.

Alex, I am going to tell you this once, stay the fuck away. I broke Lexie's neck, and I will not hesitate for a SECOND to do the same to you. This is between Lisa and I, not you. You want to get involved? I will take you to hell along with her. And the funny thing about it is, you go to hell enough, and one of those times, you are not coming back. I have nothing left to lose, you cannot look me in the eyes and say the same thing. Stay. The. Fuck. Away.

As for you Lisa.........I'll see you in Japan

<Moose leans back in his seat and closes his eyes and we fade>

[BookerShark]

Dynamite Danny Taylor and El Lobo Sangriento are sitting on the plane and watching promos, and kinda confused about the timeline, but not really caring, cause they are both kinda intoxicated, but really are you surprise, after all they are DRINK and destroy, so it's not outside the realm of possibility that they would be drinking on an airplane, but really this sentence has gone on long enough, so Imma gonna end it now.

Lobo and Danny both let out a sigh. They look at each other and just sigh, sadly.

Lobo: Remember the days when wrestling was about wrestling?

Danny nods.

Lobo: You focused on the matches and the drama was built based upon the thrill of competition, and who was the better competitor on any given night.

Danny smiles a nostalgic smile.

Lobo: When a spilled cup of coffee, or a miscue during a save was enough to spark a feud. Now, we have dead family members, and weird ex lovers raising the kids dominating the airwaves. Time may have passed us by my friend.

Danny frowns a little and nods slowly.

Lobo: But perhaps it is not all lost. After all, you face Ricky this weak, and his only goal is to cause pain. A simple notion, yet one with so many options to build from. And he lost his title because you pinned him, yet you did not capture it do to chicanery. A time for both of you to make your mark and decide who truly deserves a shot at Rabbit Mask and the IC title. No other crazy backstage notions involved, just pure wrestling at it's finest.

Danny again smiles and nod.

Lobo: And me, meeting up with an old and familiar foe, for another round of pure wrestling in the onslaught division. Two long time opponents facing each other for a chance at a title, and greatness.

Danny points at Lobo and makes the motion of the belt across his waist.

Lobo: One can only hope my friend. (slight pause) Soap opera stories? Meh, who needs em.

Lobo and Danny give each other the bro fist of respect, as the camera


FADES.

[BookerShark]

*fade in to the plane, where the new OOWF World Champion, Chris Evans, who is dressed in a suit and tie has stepped out of the First class section of the plane*

Evans: Surprised to see this on my shoulder? Yeah, I figured you people would be. that because none of you thought I had the drive, the desire, the motivation, to get this title. And those of you that thought I had the slightest chance, you figured I'd try to weasel my way out of it, and take the cheap route. That I iwould try to screw over LD Williams for his title. What I did last night was do what I do best, and thats send a message. And that message was simply that I don't need to cheat in order to prove that I'm the best. I took everything that LD Williams dished out, and I gave it right back and more. And I'll admit, hell, I'll admit, LD actually stood by his word. He said that if I won fair and square, that he would move on, and surprisingly, he did. He's actualy doing the right thing for once, and standing aside for the next generation.

And thats more than I can say for people like Comrade Sharkoff. Now I don't know who the hell you had to fuck in order to get a title shot, hell you probably screwed Selena, she's got a thing for big foreign guys. But you actually think that you stand a chance against me? Who the hell are you? You're pretty much a glorified jobber. Yeah, I saw what you did to Crowing. You think I'm impressed that you beat a guy who only bothers showing up to wrestle, and not even all that well might I add? Yeah, you probably ended his career. Again, do you think I actually care? I did the exact same thing to LD, but whereas I hold the World title, you hold an empty win. And unlike you, I didn't need to end the match and nearly cripple him by using a weapon. I did what I said I would do, and that was win. And you think that knowing how to use a chain gives you a shot at the World title, MY World title? You're living in a fantasy world, old man. But don't worry about it. This Wednesday, you get your reality check, and the reality is, you're just not in my league. Nobody in the back in in my league, and the fact that I have to go over to Japan , sit in the same plane and breathe the same putrid air as you wannabes, make me wanna puke.

*The wrestlers at this point are basically staring daggers at Evans and hungering for Evans' blood at the sheer lack of respect that he just showed the wrestlers, but Evans looks like he couldn't care less. In fact, he's basking in the reaction*

You people and these fans don't deserve to have someone like myself be your champion, but like it or not, there's not a damn thing *looks at title and smirks* that you can do about it.

*Evans heads back behind the curtain as we fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Fade back in after Chris Evans's promo, Matt Folz coming up towards him.

CE: What the fuck do you want?

MF: First of all (Holding out his hand) Congratulations Champ.

Evans just sneers at Folz.

MF: I'm congratulating you, seriously. We're on a fucking plane, you think I'm trying to start a brawl?

Evans reluctantly shakes Folz's hand.

CE: Thank you, you can go now.

MF: Not so fast. You know what Lobo just said about wrestling being about wrestling?

CE: Yes?

MF: There are still a few of us left in this company. My upcoming opponent for one, I don't like him, never will, but he's a fantastic wrestler. Dosen't give a fuck about any of this soap opera shit, just wants to kick ass in the ring. I give him credit for that.

CE: The hell is your point?

MF: You're like that too Chris. And so is a wrestler who's 6-1-2 against you, teamed with you for a long time, trained with you, and knows all your tricks.

CE (Smirking): You think you're man enough to take this belt off me Matt?

MF: I know I am. Now, I know I haven't earned a title shot yet, you've got a long list of contenders that are more deserving than me. but whenever you're ready. You can pick any stips you want, when, where, match type, etc. You've earned that, champions perrogative. But eventually you and I ARE going to match up for that belt, and I am going to take it off you. Take care old friend

Fade

[BookerShark]

*From an undisclosed location with a simple "OOWF" logo for a background, Ski Mask Guy steps in front of a camera*

SMG: *slow clap* Congratulations, Chris Evans. You managed to luck your way into the World title. Well done. Of course, you do realize that all this does is make the target on your back even bigger, yes?

SMG: Everyone needs to wait in line though - because I call dibs on ending Chris Evans once and for all. Your nonsense must end. I mean, ALL the nonsense must end in OOWF, but you first, jackass.

SMG: Chris Evans...Cubheart...I am always watching. From when you wake up to when you go to sleep...alone...just know that you are being monitored. By me. I might even be on the plane right now. You just don't know, do you? You'll never know. But you do know one thing, don't you? Like your buddy Montel Vontavious Porter used to say, "I'm comin'".

SMG: Oh yes, Cubheart. I am coming for you. So I hope you have a good accountant...or estate planner or financial advisor or something. Because when I do come for you, it's not going to be a little tap to the head like all your former pals got. It will be the end of Cubheart in OOWF. For good.

SMG: That, that's not just a guarantee. That's a promise.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is PUNCHING~! a punching bag with intensity, clearly training for her match. Quorras comes up with BLINCy. Fire does not let up with her training.

FW: What.

Qs: Promo time. I wanted to check in and--

FW: Yeah, yeah. How is Fire. How is her mental state. To be honest, Quorras--

Qs: Quorra...

FW: --I actually feel pretty good. Had a hard time getting to sleep after the hypnoregression, but once I did I slept the entire way over the Pacific, which is quite a feat for me, no nightmares or anything.

Qs: Well....good.

FW: And yeah...I'll be kind of...I dunno, mourning, I guess....I mean I know it was 20 some years ago, but I kind of feel like it was just yesterday. But I'm good. Patrick wouldn't want me to let up.

Qs: But you face Moose this week and --

FW: And we will put on a hell of a show. Especially if Moose takes his Geritol that morning.

Firewoman stops her punching as she giggles at her joke. Alexander walks up.

AD: Quorra, give us a minute.

Quorra nods and leaves.

FW: Hey, what's up?

AD: Your match tomorrow. I'm coming with you.

FW: *playfully* No, silly, it's a singles match, not a tag team.

AD: I know. Against Moose. He'll--

FW: *in mock horror* I know! He'll...GLARE AT ME. Oh the HORROR! Whatever shall I do?

Fire throws her hand up to her head in a mock faint. She falls backward and Alex catches her.

FW: Hey cool! Surprise trust fall and you passed! Awesome!

Alex looks down at her, annoyed, as she looks up, smiling and blinking innocently. He smirks at her... and then drops her on the floor.

FW: HEY!

AD: I would like you to take this seriously.

FW: Alex....*she gets to her feet*

AD: I'm coming to the ring with you.

FW: No, no you're not. You have to contend with RabbitMask who is so totally NOT the same Bunny I started with. You need to be focused on that.

AD: Fine, then let Lucky--

FW: He is overseeing decorating our house, so he is too busy.

AD: From Japan?

FW: Yes.

AD: I can't wait to see the bill for that.

FW: You won't. Lucky pays the--

AD: Fine. Alexis then.

FW: NO! Alex, I'm not afraid of him. He's had so many opportunities do something, and he hasn't. And he's not going to. We're going to get in the ring, try and outdo each other like we always do, and then.....

AD: Then what?

FW: Then his knee will give out or he'll do a lift and his back won't make it ...who knows? I'll win. Then we celebrate.

AD: Fire....

FW: Xan...It'll be fine! Trust me!

Fire walks away whistling some Irish jig or something, as Alex shakes his head.

FAAAAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

We come up in the Destoryatorium where we see one Dashing Victor Deniro fixing himself up in a mirror. He is dressed in a rather snazzy three piece suit, topped off with a very classy fedora. He adjusts his tie, then smiles and winks at himself before picking up a rather lovely (and pretty expensive) bouquet of flowers off of the table. He heads out the door and down the hallway, his mind completely engrossed by his thoughts for this evening.

What he doesn't notice is the large form of Ricky Soaring Eagle approaching him from behind. Moments before Ricky is able to lay hands on him, Dynamite Danny Taylor bursts out of a side hallway, grabs Ricky, and the two tumble down an adjoining hall. Victor does not seem to even notice as he stops in front of the Darling Suites. He knocks gently on the door, and his jaw almost hits the floor as it's answered by Alexis wearing a very revealing little black dress. Vic regains his composure and hands Alexis the flowers. She smiles and places them in a conveniently placed vase. The two then head out to the parking lot.

There Vic, ever the gentleman, opens a stretch limos door for Alexis, and the two head off for their date. Moments later we see Ricky Soaring Eagle zooming after them in a rental, followed closely by Danny in a rental of his own.

We get a time shift, and we see Vic and Alexis enjoying a fine bottle of Riesling and some Sushi, swapping amusing anecdotes. Both seem to be enjoying the evening and not really paying attention to the surrounding. What neither notices is Ricky Soaring Eagle coming out of the kitchen, with a serving tray poised to Strike. Before he can take two steps, Danny bursts past the hostess, and tackles him into the kitchen. We hear a commotion coming from the back, but neither Vic nor Alexis seems to pay heed as they are engrossed in each others company.

We see Ricky attempting to leave the kitchen several times, only to keep getting pulled back by Danny. Eventually Vic and Alexis leave (leaving behind a rather nice tip I might add), and head out to a local Harajuku club for some dancing. We get to follow them in and see a variety of crazy costumes, and hear some deep bass filled music. Vic and Alexis hit the floor. Alexis has some good moves, Vic...well he tries. Alexis seems amused none the less. As the two of them enjoy the club scene, they fail to notice the large frame of Ricky Soaring Eagle amongst the club goers. He stalks towards them, however, Danny is near the DJ booth and gets him to throw on some hardcore death metal, instigating an impromptu mosh pit. This allows Danny to make his way to Ricky and pull him away from Vic and Alexis.

Vic and Alexis use this opportunity to steal off to the limo. Meanwhile Danny and Ricky instigate an all out brawl in the club and nearly avoid being arrested when the cops show up to close it down.

We get a quick cut to what is much later in the evening, and we are outside the Darlings suite. Alexis is standing there, holding her heels in one hand, and what looks to be some pocky in the other, she is visibly tired, but seems happy. Vic's tie is loosened, and he is holding his fedora, but seem to be in good spirits as well. The two look at each other, and both smile.

Alexis: You know Vic, I had a surprisingly good time tonight.

DVD: I keep trying to tell everyone that I'm not such a bad guy.

Alexis: No, you really aren't.

With that Alexis leans in and plants a light kiss on Vic's cheek. His entire face seems to change at least three shades of red, and his smile does not dim. Alexis let's out a little chuckle.

Alexis: Good Night Vic.

With that she enters her suite. Vic just stands there for a moment, before turning and walking away whistling a happy tune. He heads back to the Destroyatorium. When he enters, he notices a very tired and beat up Danny sitting at the bar holding an ice pack to his head. Vic pauses next to him, and the two make eye contact.

DVD: Bro, you look like shit. You should really try to relax. You have a big match tomorrow, try to take it easy and get some rest.

With that Vic heads to the back still whistling happily as Danny let's out a long sigh.

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in the back in the Wakkanai Arena not paying a bit of attention, smoking a cigar. Moose shakes his head when he realizes an INC is there>

So you want a sound bite. <long drag on his cigar> Here’s a sound bite for you.

Those who think losing my twin when we were six years old is Soap Opera bullshit? You can all kiss my fucking ass.

I am so sorry for offending your sensibilities Ski Mask Guy. I am sure, whoever the fuck you are, you have better things to do, like pretending to be Jigsaw. What’s next, are you going to handcuff Evans to a bomb and leave him a hacksaw? Go fuck yourself.

And Matty Folz. I am deeply sorry you can’t stand the Soap Opera bullshit. I guess while you were running around playing slapdick with the New Guard, that was all perfectly acceptable. You can also go fuck yourself.

And Danny Taylor and Lobo? Do I even need to explain that one? Go fuck yourselves on general principle.

As for you Lisa? Please continue to underestimate me. It will make this whole thing SO much more enjoyable. You think I didn’t attack you because……..what? Because I am afraid? Christ, your time with the Darlings has made you dense as hell. I didn’t attack you because if I did, I would have hurt you. And if I hurt you, I you would have lost the tag titles. Turns out, I didn’t even have to touch you for that to happen. And had I caused you to lose the tag titles, I would have had to deal with Little Alex being pissy.

I have already proved I am better than both Darlings. I don’t need to go down that road again.

For all those people pining away, wishing that <mockingly> if only it could be aboutwrestling again! Clearly you haven’t fucking been paying attention. This is all about getting Lisa Darling in the ring and proving that I am better. That SHE is the one that has lost it. That killer instinct? Gone. That focus? Gone. You want to talk about MY injuries? How are your ribs? More importantly Lisa, how is your head? Have you heard from Patrick? Has Eco stopped by and said hello now that we are in Japan? Or maybe your buddies from the Yakuza would like to have a chat with you. You really think Darling money can pay them off?

In the end, it doesn’t fucking matter WHY it is happening. Once that bell rings, I am going to prove the doubters wrong AGAIN. Once that bell rings…….Lisa please, PLEASE tell me you are not so stupid as to expect mercy. You are a Darling. You are the enemy. I am going to prove to the world what I already know……..you are not, and never have been, as good as me, and that pisses you right the fuck off.

And that, that is the truth
Trust me

[BookerShark]

Alex has followed Fire from the training room back to the suites. She grabs a towel and some Aquafina, and it's clear they've been "discussing" the issue the whole walk back.

AD: Look, Dr. Freedman warned us that you'd have a bit of a manic phase after the session but--

FW: Wait...watch this.

Fire was watching Moose's promo, and then rewinds it.

As for you Lisa? Please continue to underestimate me. It will make this whole thing SO much more enjoyable. You think I didn’t attack you because……..what? Because I am afraid? Christ, your time with the Darlings has made you dense as hell. I didn’t attack you because if I did, I would have hurt you. And if I hurt you, you would have lost the tag titles. Turns out, I didn’t even have to touch you for that to happen. And had I caused you to lose the tag titles, I would have had to deal with Little Alex being pissy.

FW: See?

AD: Yeah. He's crazy.

FW: No....try again.

You think I didn’t attack you because……..what? Because I am afraid? Christ, your time with the Darlings has made you dense as hell. I didn’t attack you because if I did, I would have hurt you.

FW: See?

AD: No.

FW: He doesn't WANT to hurt me. Now quit worrying. I'm going to hit the shower, you can either join me or sit out here brooding.

Firewoman walks into the other room. Alex thinks about brooding for a minute, but then being a normal guy, follows her. The rest of the promo plays, but Fire clearly doesn't see it.

[BookerShark]

*fade in to Chris Evans, who has finished watching Ski Mask Guy's latest promo*

Evans: Oh Ski Mask Guy, just give it up already. You tell me that I got lucky on Sunday, despite LD Williams stating himself that I beat him clean, and then you quote Montel Vontavious Porter by telling me that you're coming for me. You know, if I actually gave a shit, I would be...no, actually, I still wouldn't care about what you think of me. And if you're gonna quote WWE Superstars, I've got one for you, from a fellow World Champion in fact. Tell me if you've heard this one before. "Luck...is for Losers."

Hell, even Moose has taken time out of his busy schedule of hating the Darlings to call you out for being a pussy. So if you think I'm actually afraid of you, I'm really not. In fact, I'm actually getting some good entertainment out of the fact that someone wants to take me out, yet they only make empty threats. So you just keep on doing that. and I'll just do what I do best. *Evans slaps the World title on his shoulder a few times* Prove assholes like you wrong.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

(The set is darkened as Wyatt Cox steps out of the shadows.)

Wyatt: Our opponents have been...strangely silent this week. Usually by now Awesome Bill from Dawsonville and Justin Sane have ridden Drunkey and Drunkette through half of the town and left their...calling cards behind them. Stan and Mai have usually encountered every Christian edifice in their efforts to convince everyone that theirs is the only true way. But they are all....strangely silent.

(Edra enters from Wyatt's right)

Edra: Could they be suffering from some travel malady...perhaps jet lag?

(Clio enters from Wyatt's left)

Clio: Or could they be suffering from gelatinization of the spinal column. Could they fear stepping back into the ring with the two rising stars of the OOWF?

Edra: You know, it's funny. Stan and Mai – the Holy Spirit Squad – and Bill and Justin – the Pine Cone Party Likker Squad – maybe they've both...lost their spirits?

Clio: Whatever the case, the war is coming. Tonight, fans will fill the arena from across Hokkaido Prefecture to witness the battle between the Holy Spirit Squad, Banned from Everywhere, and Power and Glory, led by our general, the veteran of many wars, Wyatt Cox, and our chief strategist, Mary Lou Merry.

(Mary Lou enters from Wyatt's left and steps between Wyatt and Clio to stand in front of Wyatt, who places her hands on her shoulders. She holds several file folders in her hand.)

Mary Lou: Our research is precise. It tells us your weaknesses. It helps us develop our lines of attack. It helps Power and Glory dispense what they deliver best. Pain.

Wyatt: Beware, Holy Spirit Squad, Banned from Everywhere. Fans from the North of Japan will be flocking to the arena, and we even have reports of Russian fans making the trip from Sakhalin 40 Kilometers away by boat to witness this bout..and to see their hero, Comrade Sharkoff, battle the OOWF Champion Cubby McTootsalot.

Mary Lou: Careful, dear.

Wyatt: Well, he's such an arrogant weenie.

Mary Lou: But he is the champion.

Wyatt: For now. Oh, by the way, congratulations to Texpress on their epic win over Phoenix Rising. Too bad it took an epic fail on the Darling's part for them to lose those straps. Guess you'll be sending Moose some thank you flowers, eh? I'm sure that will confuse Chad's florist.

Clio: Daddy, can we get back to us?

Wyatt: Sure, sweetheart.

Clio: Don't make the mistake that others have. We are 380 pounds of solid steel and sex appeal.

Edra: If I can handle 400 pounds in the gym, think what I can do with you, thanks to Daddy.

Wyatt: Holy Spirit Squad, save the training time and pray for your safety. Banned from Everywhere, numb yourself with as much Pine Cone Party Likker as you can, so you don't feel what's coming. Because this team, win or lose, promises you three things.

Edra: Power

Clio: Glory

Mary Lou: and Pain.

Wyatt: And may God have mercy on your immortal souls. Because we won't.

Mary Lou: Trust us.

(The foursome share an evil grin as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

<This takes place before we got to the arena. The plane touches down in Tokyo and Justin, Bill and Ellie May get off the plane and are wandering through the streets of Tokyo>

ABFD: Where we at? This don’t look like no Las Vegas

JS: We left Las Vegas 12 hours ago, we were on a plane the whole time

ABFD: We was?

EMFE: He won’t remember none, they wouldn’t let him take that case of Pine Cone Party Likker through customs

JS: He left it?

EMFE: He drank it

JS: How is he alive?

ABFD: So, where we at?

JS: Tokyo

ABFD: Nuh uh, naw son, I done BEEN to Tokio, this ain’t Tokio

JS: You’ve been to Tokyo?

ABFD: Hell yeah! Me and my Uncle Josephus took us a road trip to Lubbock to see Johnny Pacheck and Boxcar Willie! We done stopified in Tokio to take a leak. This ain’t no Tokio, where’s the damn Stuckey’s?

JS: I think you have the wrong Tokyo, this is Tokyo Japan

ABFD: WHERE GODZILLA LIVES?

JS: He does?

ABFD: HE DOES!

<Justin and Bill panic and start karate chopping things, like the air, the flowers, and small Asian men. Content that they somehow thwarted Godzilla, they both stop panting, and out of breath. Ellie May (still wearing her burlap bag) just stares at them>

EMFE: You two gonna say something about your match this week?

ABFD: Who we done fightulating? Them Draculas again? I like wailin on them sumbitches!

EMFE: Power & Glory………

ABFD: Hercules and Edracation?

JS: Proctor and Gamble?

ABFD: Is White Coggs gonna be there?

EMFE: AND…….the Holy Spirit Squad

ABFD: The who and what now?

EMFE: Stan and Mai

ABFD: NASCAR Stan and Your Muyo? HOT DAMN!

EMFE: You are happy about this?

ABFD: Hell yeah! Ol NASCAR Stan is a good ‘ol boy, and I think Edracation and Hercules really like us!

EMFE: They hate you

JS: Even me?

EMFE: Even you

ABFD: Well what about ol NASCAR Stan and Your Muyo? They hate us too?

EMFE: Hard to say. I think they do, but hating is a sin, so they forgave themselves

JS: ……..so, that means they don’t hate us?

EMFE: I really don’t know

ABFD: Well what are we waiting for? Whar are Drunkey, Drunkette and the Likkercicle?

EMFE: Can’t we just take a bus?

ABFD: NO! HELL NO! The bus is the tool of the devil

EMFE: Where did you hear that?

ABFD: Anywho, lookitchere…….

<they come to the building where the OOWF shipped all their miscellaneous stuff, and there stands Drunkey and Drunkette. Drunkey is wearing a ninja costume, while Drunkette is dressed up like a Geisha girl.>

ABFD: HOT DAMN!

JS: WOW!

EMFE: Can’t we take a cab?

JS: Fraid not, we are banned from the Japanese Taxi System

EMFE: How is that even possible?

JS: We are BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

ABFD: I love when he does that, outdamnstandener than hell!

<they all saddle up and ride off, and we fade>