Midweek Mayhem (7/17) Live from Kittredge, Colorad

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Kittredge, Colorado
Wednesday, July 17th 2013


OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo (c) vs. Christian Carter

Non-title match
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Jason Allen

Winner gets a date with Miranda, Loser has to be the waiter
Justin Sane vs. Chad Madison

Special Return Match
Chris Evans & Matt Folz vs. Amazing Jos & Eric O'Mac

Unsanctioned "World Title Match"
Tommy Wilder "(c)" vs. LD Williams

Alexander Darling vs. Ghosthead
Drink & Destroy (Murphy's Law & Danny Taylor) vs. Pretty Hate Machine (Firewoman, Miranda, & Alexis Darling)
Saints of Sinners (Jeremy Punswick & Chloe) vs. Salvation (Ecosystem & Stan Fulton)
Zane Myers vs. Stank
The Word w/Father Lou vs. Awesome Bill from Dawsonville w/Ellie Mae



Card subject to THE DRIVE

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: Hey Eric, you see my match? Yeah, that was great wasn’t it? Hey, remember when you used to be one of the top guys around here, and you felt like I was nothing more than a lackey, like you were doing me a favor just by having me in your presence? Yeah, remind me what happened after you kicked me to the curb? Oh yeah, that’s right, I went on to found the New Guard, took out two old-timers in Outback Jack and Davin Moreland, and became OOWF World Champion. And what did you do, huh? While I was winning titles and hanging out with supermodels throwing themselves at my feet, you were in some dank alley, shooting up heroin and passing out in a puddle of your own piss.

Aww, whats wrong, Eric? Don’t wanna hear about that. Well, that’s too damn bad, Mac. I mean, really, what reason could you possibly have for returning? Pride? Nah, you lost your pride when you hooked up with Shawn. Money issues? Nah, that can’t be it. I mean, you blew a bunch of your money on that sweet, sweet black tar heroin, but I mean, you could always ask Daddy for some more, can’t you?

*Evans pauses for a moment in thought*

Oh, wait, wait, I remember now. That’s right, your family couldn’t give two shits about you, could they? I mean, look at some of the scum that Vince has given multiple chances to, and even hired back after they cleaned up their act. Sean Waltman? A junkie that wasted his talent and is mostly famous nowadays for fucking Chyna. Know what happened to that guy? Vince got him into rehab, then hired him back and now has him training rookies down in Florida right now. Tammy Sytch? A glorified ring-rat whose greatest claim to fame was flashing her tits for crack cocaine and fucking anything that had a dick. What happened there? Vince sent her to rehab, and she got herself inducted into the Hall of Fame.

So tell me, what has Vince done for you? No, wait, I’ll answer that for you. He’s done two things for you: Jack and shit. You’re his son, his own flesh and blood, and he couldn’t be bothered with you. He’d rather help out relics of the past hopped up on coke and meth than give anything to the likes of you. You’re a loser and a failure, Eric, and your father would probably not even give a shit if he heard that you relapsed and had some kinda overdose.

You should have never come back, Eric. But since you did, and since you obviously have some kinda problem with me, how about I add you to that ever-expanding list of old-timers that think that they can still go against a talent such as myself? Davin came back, he couldn’t stop me. Poe came back, he couldn’t stop me. And you? There’s no chance in hell that you can stop me. Because that way I see it, Eric, you're better off having a heroin needle hanging out of your arm than dealing with the likes of me. Because while that addiction of yours didn't end you, I've got no issue in finishing the job.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

We see Chris Evans beginning to walk away from his promo when Matt Folz comes up to him.

MF: First of all, do not insult Tammy Sytch. In her prime.... GOOD LORD!

CE: Well well, the promoless wonder himself. I assume you're here to ask me to be your best man?

MF: I've already got that covered with an actual friend, not a delusional jackass. No, I'm here to correct you yet again.

CE: Correct me? On what?

MF: Let's go in order, shall we? WE came up with the idea of the New Guard together. You were indeed a big part of taking out Jack and Moreland, that's true... but Stan came up with the plan to take out Jack and the idea to take out Moreland was all mine, stop taking credit for it. And as far as Supermodels throwing themselves at your feet? The hottest woman I've ever seen talk to you for more than 3 seconds was Shawn Johnson, while I'm engaged to the hottest woman in the history of this company, not exactly a fair comparison. But there are 3 things I think we can absolutely agree on.

CE: Enlighten me.

MF: First, we both fucking despise the fact we have to team up this week.

CE: That's for damn sure.

MF: Second, if we can manage to set aside our contempt for each other for a week, you and I do make a damn good team.

CE: If you listen to me, do exactly what I say, yeah, I think I can carry you for a match. What's the 3rd thing?

MF: For our own separate reasons, we both hate Eric.

CE: That's true.

MF: So what I'm saying, for one week and one week only, you and I work out and train like we used to. Show Eric and Jos what happens when they fuck with us.

CE: I'll think about it, anything else?

MF: Nope. I'm running late for dinner with my leggy, blonde, hot as hell fiancée while you go home alone... again. See you around partner

Fade

[BookerShark]

It's 12:45am on a Friday morning, and we hear an alarm going off again. The snooze button gets hit, apparently for what is more than the first time. After a minute or two we see the light go on, and it's the bedroom of what was Clio and Edra Neal, now only occupied by Edra. She sluggishly drags herself out of the big California King, gets dressed, and heads down the hall.

The building is already a beehive of activity as most of the staff of American Sunrise began preparations at Midnight. Edra bypasses the buffet of high protein food that her father encouraged her to eat and instead grabs a couple of donuts and a double Mocha Latte Frappuccino. She touches Sunny gingerly on the neck and gives her a gentle hug and kiss, trying to not disturb the surgically repaired arm which is still tender. Edra sits between Sunny and Mary Lou. They begin chatting about the news of the day, and Mary Lou touches Edra's forehead, which still carries marks from where her sister attacked her two weeks ago. Edra firmly takes the hand away but kisses it in a sign of respect for her widowed stepmother, some three years her junior.

At 2am, Sunny and the show producer slip into the control area, and Mary Lou and Edra sit down at the microphones. It took some coaxing to get Edra to take her father's seat, but once she did, she took to it, well, like she was born to it. This morning, though, Edra is a little bit off, seemingly distracted. In fact, Sunny has to dive for the seven second delay when Edra lets loose with a choice invective in regards to the Christian Right's opposition to Gay Marriage. Edra is the last one in the room to realize what she said, and she begins blushing and apologizes profusely.

At 4am there is a one hour break before they do another live hour for the West Coast, and Edra is pleased that she gets an opportunity to repeat the thought, this time with a civil tongue. Still, she realizes that she is troubled, and needs to address it.

At 7am production is wrapped on the final American Sunrise for the week, and everyone gathers in the great room for an early lunch. Edra grabs the last two donuts off the tray and a Mountain Dew and sits down with Sunny and Mary Lou to talk about the weekend. Sunny and Mary Lou talk about flying into Las Vegas for some shopping, and Edra says she'll think about it. Sunny sees something is on Edra's mind, but she knows she won't talk about it. They haven't talked about much since Chloe's attack two weeks ago, but they are as close and as affectionate a couple as they can be given that Sunny's arm, broken once by Clio and then shattered by Chloe, has kept them at a distance.

At 8am Edra goes into her father's office and begins returning phone calls regarding the radio program. She's taken to the business end well, but today there's not a lot of that to do, so she makes some other calls, including one to Ali in Las Vegas where the family friend relates her sister's misadventures in SHIMMER and in SHINE that makes Edra cringe. She tells Ali that they'll talk soon.

Since it's Friday and everyone will be staying up a little later than usual, another small lunch is served around noon, but Edra just skips it and grabs another Mountain Dew and something sweet off the line and heads back to the office. She just sort of sits there, looking like she's doing research on the internet, but in reality she's just looking at a blank screen.

Finally about 4pm Edra actually has something to eat. It's just a hamburger and french fries which makes both Sunny and Mary Lou shake their heads, but it's at least something other than more sweets. Sunny and Edra are going to go out and spend time with some of their friends for the first time in a while, and Edra has been having an extra beverage or three lately.

It's almost midnight when Sunny and Edra are brought back home by Clancey, and while Sunny is a little wobbly, Edra is fully in the bag, and Clancey has a rough time getting Edra into her room. Edra lays down for a minute, then rolls out of the bed and crawls to the bathroom. She climbs back into her bed and reaches for the alarm clock and sets it for 4am. Edra grabs one of her sister's teddy bears and hugs it and cries until she falls asleep.

4am. Edra staggers up, goes to her closet and gets her workout suit. She notices the suit is way too tight, and makes a note to complain to the laundry people that these suits have shrunk. Edra heads out the front door and takes the turn she's taken hundreds times to climb the mountain. But this time, for the first time ever, she struggles. She fights to find her footing. She stumbles, falls, and for a moment thinks about getting out the SUV. But she dismisses that thought. She's done this a lot. She's just out of practice. But the path that used to take her and her sister 30 minutes takes nearly 75 minutes. She makes it to the top of the mountain just before the sun breaks. She assumes the position that she, her father, her sister, and Mary Lou did many times as the Sun breaks over the horizon.

And...nothing. No shimmering lights, no warm glow. No...solace.

Edra, for the first time, realizes. She is truly alone. She falls to her knees, crying, and lets loose with a gutteral, plaintiff wail that echoes across the mountains. The sound fades and eventually ends, unanswered.

Edra stumbles back down the mountain, and goes to her father's office. The tears still fill her eyes when she noticed two photos on her Father's wall. There is a photo of her father with Beth Banner playing tug of war with the old International Championship belt. Right next to it is a photo of Power, Glory, and her father taken at the 500th show in their Red, White, and Blue outfits. For the first time she notices how her father looks...different. She stands up, takes off her workout suit, and realizes how much different she looks today than in that picture taken just last year. She walks to a door that hasn't been opened in a while. Turning on the lights, we see it is the workout facility. Much of the equipment is covered, but Edra walks straight to one of the weight machines. She sets up for 500 pounds and sits down. She can't budge it. Less than four months ago, before her father died, she was regularly doing nearly 750 pounds. Today she can't do 500. She drops the weight to 400. Nothing. 300. Nothing. Finally at 250 she's able to get in two reps before her muscles lock up and begin spasming. She drops the bar and screams in pain. That brings Sunny and Clancey running in. Sunny turns to Clancey and gestures and he leaves. Sunny kneels down next to Edra.

Edra: (Sobbing) I can't do it anymore.

Sunny: That's because you haven't been doing it. You remember how this works. Three times a week, diet, focus.

Edra: But, I've never had to work at it. It's always ... it just was.

Sunny: Because you did it. You lived it. When Wyatt died, when Clio left, you gave up. Now, you have to start over. Except now, you're worse off than ever. You're what, 20 pounds overweight, lost most of that wonderful muscle mass, and lost your heart.

Edra: (tearing up) No. I can't. I have to be better.

Sunny: That's why you got your ass handed to you by Clio, Chloe, whatever. She's in shape. She never stopped. She wins.

Edra: (Hangs her head and buries her face in her hands) What do I do, Sunny? How do I beat her?

Sunny: (Grabbing her hands) You beat her. You kick her ass the way only you can. But first, you have to kick your own ass. Start here.

(Sunny hands Edra a bottle of Deja Blue. Edra reaches down, picks up the half full Mountain Dew one liter and throws it half way across the facility and hits the trash can dead center. Half way across the world, Tommy Wilder screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Edra takes the Deja Blue, downs it in 30 seconds flat, and smiles.)

Sunny: That's a start. Now, donuts, out. Back to your Dad's diet and workouts. I'm afraid I can't help much for a while.

Edra: Sunny, I'm sorry. You never should have been there.

Sunny: I was there for you. If I hadn't, you would have had more than a concussion. With the look she had, and that chair, she would have...

Edra: But your arm...

Sunny: Will be better than new. I can wait. Maybe I'll get my shots in sometime. For now, you'll have to do the ass kicking for the both of us.

Edra: (Putting her hand on Sunny's uninjured arm) My sister has no idea how bad she screwed up.

Sunny: (Taking Edra's hand) That's OK, I prefer the sane one to the crazy one. At least you won't break my arm.

Edra: Or your heart.

Sunny: Thanks. So what's first?

Edra: Get Clancey to get me a good breakfast. Then call Ali and tell her I need some workout partners. And some guidance. Are the computers in the Focus Room here on the original program?

Sunny: As far as I know.

Edra: Then after we eat, let's work on getting my head back into the right place.

Sunny: You got it. Get dressed and let's go.

(It's just now that Edra realizes she is naked.)

Edra: Oh. My suit is...

(Sunny interrupts her with a big kiss and Edra returns the kiss, then stops.)

Edra: Your arm...

Sunny: Not now. Good moment and great meds.

(The couple embraces again as we....)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*We catch Moose, Stank, and LD Williams mid conversation at a local IHOP.*

MHJ - ... and I appreciate it gentlemen, but I'm fine.

LDW - You sure?

MHJ - Fuck Tommy Wilder. We're not going to let that bastard derail what we started.

Stank - ... Okay.

MHJ - We'll crucify them all.

*Moose takes a big bite of his pancakes with "fresh" strawberries, blood red goo running down the sides of the cakes and from the corners of his mouth. Chloe comes back from the restroom and seats herself next to Moose. Stank sips his coffee.*


Stank - So that means....?

MHJ - It means no more distractions... and you're keeping those belts. I don't care what those Texas shitkickers say. You holding those belts annoys them as much as Tommy taking my belt.

*LD Williams pulls out a Chad Madison custom made T-Shirt and tosses it to Stank. Stank unfolds it and reads what it says.*

Stank - What are you giving this to me for?

LDW - Caught a replay of Chad's promo.

Stank - What promo?

LDW - This is his latest T-Shirt.

Stank - Oh fuck Chad Madison. He thinks I underestimate him? I don't need to. He does enough underestimation for the both us. He got the one, two, three in our last two matches and suddenly he thinks he is a badass. I've lost matches before. We've all lost matches. Losses don't define me. A fucking T-Shirt? Really? If there is an invisible ninja cameraman hovering nearby I want Chad to know two things... One - I have as many Tag Team Championships as he does and the last one he got was a gift, given to him by The Saints of Sinners... You're Welcome. Two - I have a suggestion for his next T-Shirt that should read "I got my ass beat down by The Saints of Sinners again because I haven't been paying attention." Make one for you buddy Zane too, and keep another one handy for that Ninja Turtle Wilder while you're at it, because you're ALL Dead Men Walking. Talk about messing with the Bull. I'm going take those horns and shov- ... what is she doing?

*All eyes turn to Chloe as she has swiped some of the blood red goo from Moose's plate and is drawing a symbol on the table with her finger. She breaths through gritted teeth and growls as she finishes one symbol and another takes shape. Finally we see the seal of St Edward the Martyr and the Saint's of Sinners logo smeared across the top of the table. The waitress walks over sees the wild look in Chloe's eyes, looks at the table and does an about face.*

MHJ - Gentlemen it's time to turn up the heat.

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a workout facility. The sign on the wall reads “Jim Nasium’s Power Plant.” In a ring over in the corner are Stan Fulton, Ecosystem, Mai Muyo and a bunch of jobbers. Stan and Juni are going over their tag team match and Mai is training for her Intercontinental Championship match.

E: “Alright alright alright. I know that’s illegal. But it’s the best way to get out of that hold.”

SF: “Dammit, Juni. We’re trying to do things the right way! We’re faces, remember? We can’t be pulling crap like the Saints do. The fans will turn on us.”

E: “So what?! The objective is to win, Stan! I’m tired of the way the Saints are running my wrestling company! I’m tired of Moosehead Jack being the World Champion of my company! I’m really tired of a being a mid-carder when we should be headlining every night!”

SF: (really yelling now) “Well fine, Juni! Just forget that Mai and I helped you get back to this position in the first place! Throw everything we’ve worked for away for your petty desires! Screw your friends and confidants! To hell with everything! Let’s help the Saints burn it all down!”

MM: (also yelling to be heard over the two guys) “ENOUGH!”

Stan and Juni stop but you can tell there’s still a lot of tension in the room. In fact the entire facility has stopped working out and has turned towards the commotion.

MM: (to the rest of the gym) “Sorry! We’re done now. You can go back to your workouts.”

Mai turns back to Salvation.

MM: “You two need to get your heads out of your asses, your minds back in the game and become the awesome-est tag team this company has ever seen. Juni. Stan and I both know how hard this is for you. It goes against everything you’ve been conditioned to do. But we’re doing this for a reason. The Saints of Sinners are exactly what you were, only without the reason and plan behind it. They’re vicious and mean and unpredictable. The only way to beat that is to be better than them.”

Eco sighs.

E: “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Eco looks up and across the room The Joker nods knowingly. Eco nods back. Stan looks over to where Juni is looking and sees nothing.

E: “But I’m going to try.”

SF: “OK. And I’ll try to take it easier on the minor infractions.”

Fulton climbs out of the ring. As he walks over to the Dasani water station, he’s accosted by an SFJ.

SFJ: “Stan Fulton! What was all the yelling about?”

Fulton sighs.

SF: “Juni and I were having a disagreement. That’s it. Nothing I care to go into further.”

SFJ: “OK. Let’s me ask you this. You’ve been trying to bring Ecosystem over to... let’s say away from the dark side. But your actions against Chloe have been, to say the least, very violent. How do you reconcile that?”

SF: “A very good question. Well played.”

Fulton looks skyward before answering.

SF: “I’ve been a bad person. I’ve been trying to work on that and become the person God wants me to be. It’s been a struggle every day. But I will say this. God has had warriors before. There are times when a person must do bad things for the better good. To fight the evil that is the Saints of Sinners... and let me say their very name is an affront to my beliefs... to fight them, you sometimes have to dirty your hands. They understand one thing. Violence. God will forgive my work to rid the OOWF of them. If I can save them, I will. But make no mistake, I will destroy them.”

Fulton goes to his duffel bag and pulls out a Holy Bible. There are little Post-it Notes® flags marking certain passages.

SF: “There was a wonderful ... where was it? Ah, here it is. Ephesians 6, starting at verse 11, ‘Put on the full armor of God, that you may be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the full armor of God, that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming missiles of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.’

“I will stand firm against the Saints of Sinners. I will do whatever, and I do mean whatever, it takes to bring them down. Starting Wednesday. Chloe, Punswick? Wednesday starts Retribution. Enjoy the pain. Amen.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ We fade into Kofi Kingston's Koffee Kingdom to find Chad Madison sitting with Miranda. She has a cup of coffee in front of her, probably something half-calf-light-soy-skim-heavy-foam. Who knows. Chad has a bottle of Aquafina . We see him scribble on a napkin. ~~~

Miranda: I like it. Thanks a lot!

Chad: Anytime toots.

~~~ They are interrupted by Awesome Bill, who is dragging Justin along with him ~~~

Bill: Wait a dad berned minit chere! Yer not sposed to be fertilizing with this ol boy here! Duncha know about the match on Wenzdey?

Miranda: I was just...

Chad: Strategy session. Look

~~~Chad holds up the napkin. we see a crudely drawn ring with stick figures in several spots around it. ~~~

Bill: Alrightythen, Justin will sit in and play Stratego withsya! No favorilisms from you missy!

Chad: I actually need to go (looking at Miranda) You be ok here?

Miranda: I'll be fine. Alexis is supposed to be by in a bit anyway.

Chad: Ok then. (Winks at Miranda) I'll catch ya later hon.

Bill That's enough sweetifying. Gionouttachere.

~~~ Bill pushes Justin into the chair Chad vacates. Justin looks up ant Bill, unsure of what to do. Miranda pulls out another napkin and draws a tic-tac-toe board. They start playing, Justin losing every game. ~~~

Chad: So Bill, what's the plan with this one. I understood the idea when you were taking on Fire & Miranda, I sort of followed it when you were teaming with her, but what's the angle here?

Bill: I.... its a secret strategery

Chad: Uh huh. Then why continue?

Bill: (Whispered in a strange Brittish accent) Well my good chap, I have been promisified a rather large quantity of duty-free PCPL if we went through with the match.

Chad: Gotcha. Good luck.

~~~ Chad heads out the door and is stopped by an RNSFJ ~~~

RNSFJ: So... Stank said...

Chad: (Cutting her off with a wave of his hand) I know what Stank said. Here, follow me.

~~~ Chad marches to the OOWFShopZone stand conveniently located right down the hall. Chad pulls out a box of 'Special' Saints of Sinner T-Shirts and sets it in the middle of the hall. He pulls out a Special Edition Firewoman Zippo Lighter, drops it in the box, and before long, the while thing is flaming. ~~~

Chad: You might ask, why am I'm burning these T-shirts? You continue to be dismissive about Zane and I. The Tag Team Championships were a "Gift." So much of a gift you refused to relinquish them. You're sure it bothers us. You're right. we'd much prefer to wear them around our waists. But you notice, we don't rant and rave about it like your pal Jackie does. We go about our business, winning matches.

~~~ As the Flames get larger, Chad speaks louder ~~~

So here's the thing. You have our Championship Belts. You're so adamant we didn't beat you, and you can beat us whenever you want. So let's do this. World Tag Team Championships You & LD. Zane and I. You name the stipulations. This week in Kittredge (Huge Cheap Pop), next week in Ord, Nebraska (Faint Cheap pop) or on pay per View in Fort Dodge, Kansas! (A faint 'Rock Chalk Jawyhawk' is heard) Put your money where your mouth is. And when we beat you, cleanly, 1..2..3, I don't wan't our names to come out of your filthy mouths ever again!

~~~ Chad grabs a fire extinguisher and sprays the burning box ~~~

Chad: It's too late for a warning this time. You've Already Messed With The Bull.

~~~ Chad sprays the fire extinguisher at the camera and static... ~~~

[BookerShark]

(It's late as two shadowy figures return to the arena in Kittredge. Moosehead Jack and Chloe are dressed...well, Moose is wearing overalls and a flannel shirt, while Chloe is wearing a Gingham Dress with her hair tied back in pigtails. Both are liberally covered in blood. Moose is smiling while Chloe looks to be totally pleased with herself in that twisted, demented way. One brave little SFJ working the late shift sees them walking in. She cautiously approaches them and when Chloe sees her, the look on Chloe's face shifts from pleasure to anger. Chloe begins to dive for the SFJ when Moose touches her on the shoulder. The look on Chloe's face shifts to...confusion?)

Chloe: Not now, Jack?

Moose: We already had our fun tonight. Now this woman wants to talk business.

SFJ: You two look...different.

Moose: We've never been here before, thought we'd play a little game with the locals...

Chloe: It was awesome! Those bumpkins never knew what hit them. (giggling) Well, until we did. (The giggling turns to insane laughter)

SFJ: Chloe, two weeks ago, you attacked your sister...

Chloe: (Getting very upset) Jack...

Moose: Does Edra have a contract with this company?

SFJ: Well, I'm not....

Moose: Let me answer that for you. No. No, she doesn't. And she won't. She's too busy worrying about her stepmom and Chloe's castoff to be able to come back here. And will she ever be good enough to make it back to the OOWF:

Chloe:



Moose: So, no questions about her, she's irrelevant. Now as to this week, Jason Allen is the latest of the White Hats to decide to step into the ring with the World Champion.

Chloe: He will burn.

Moose: Allen, kiss that lovely wife, hug those babies, and make sure your will is prepared. Because the best thing that could happen to you is that you don't make it out of Kittridge alive. The worst thing...the worst thing, Jason, is that you will come out of that match forever changed, forever scarred. You will look into your heart and see that you do not have the heart of a White Hat, but the heart of a Saint. We will burn you, Jason Allen. And you will see with new eyes what the Saints are all about.

Chloe: He will burn.

Moose: I am not interested in winning or losing Jason. I want you to understand that. I am not coming to that ring to wrestle you. I am not coming to that ring to pin your shoulders, nor do I care if my shoulders get pinned to the mat. I am coming to that ring for one thing, and one thing only: to hurt you. Jason....we are all Saints.....I will set you free (maniacal laughter) Trust me.

Chloe: (Laughs maniacally) Trust him!

Moose: And Stan. You want to take this woman and end her? You want to extract a measure of revenge against Chloe? Well, big man, may I remind you of how you destroyed Outback Jack? How you destroyed Davin Moreland? And you claim to be a White Hat?

Chloe: Reverend Potato Head and his White Hat

Moose: And Little Mai, you did your share of destruction with the New Guard right along side Stan, didn't you. Now you both cloak yourselves in the (Finger Quotes) “Word of God” and claim to be fighting for a higher goal. You know that's bullshit. Deep in your heart, buried behind that White Hat, burns the soul of a Saint, just waiting to be set free.

Chloe: The Truth shall set you FREE! A-MEN!

Moose: And Wilder, look deep in my eyes. You've always said you're all about the rush. All about the adrenaline. Sooner rather than later, you'll be facing me in that ring, and I promise you that this rush will be more than your little White Hat heart can handle. By the time it's over, the Saints will burn you, boy. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Chloe: TRUST HIM!

Moose: We're done here.

Chloe: Yes, Jack.

(Moose and Chloe walk off as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos is wearing his trademark Aviator shades and his trademark "#FalconKick" T-Shirt. He sit's in a dark corner of a room as the camera rolls*

Matt Folz, Chris Evans...

You guys think it's cool to ridicule and mock someone who had to struggle with his demons in the past?

You get your shits and gigs off someone's misery, back when he was a weaker person?

That kind of attitude shows what kind of characters you really are. I know people like you both. You expose, flaunt and criticize others weakness, while never acknowledging or even overcoming your own.

Now I may not know you guy's life story, but I could careless. I already know enough about the both of you, to warrant the ass kicking you'll be receiving from Mr. Amazing.

I want you guys to know a little something about me, tho. You see, I can personally feel for Eric and his personal struggle with body toxins. My own little brother had a personal struggle, similar to Eric's and almost tore my family apart. But you know what? The few people who stood behind him and supported him, helped him through and he ended up proving all the naysayers wrong and got clean and turned his life around.

You know what's the ironic part, guys?

I was one of those naysayers.  I didn't have my brothers back!

I was just like Matt Folz and Chris Evans. Judging and thinking he was a lost cause. All because of what I knew of him from the past. I just assumed he would never change and would never climb out of the abyss he threw himself in. I judged someone for being so weak minded and in the end, he proved he was stronger than myself!

Ever since then, i've learned never to judge a book by it's cover and to never lose faith in any one person. Everyone deserves a second chance and everyone has it in them to change for the better.

Eric... I trust you and I believe in you.

I know it's been awhile since you've been in a ring and I know there are those who think you squandered all your in ring talents, but I still believe in you. I believe you have it in yourself to show all the naysayers that spew all the bullshit about you, wrong. I believe you're ready to show, that the reason Matt Folz and Chris Evans are running their mouths, is because they're scared of you.

They want to believe so badly that you are a former shell of yourself, that they will say it out loud, repeatedly and deny the person they've seen before them.

You see... I believe, Eric. And I want you to believe in me too. I want you to believe when I say that, while these guys can look your way all they want and call you names, i'll be ready to Falcon Kick both them bitchez in the grill once they turn around!

Whether you love me or hate me, you all won't deny

The Molly Whooping Folz and Evans deserve!


 *Fade*

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans, who has just finished watching the latest Amazing Jos promo*

You really wanna give me that shit, Josie? Lemme tell you something, you don’t know what kinda man Eric O’ Mac was, and still is. You really think that if his daddy gave a damn about him that he’d show his face back here? Hell no! To me, what Folz and myself are doing, it’s just us giving Eric his just desserts.

Like I’ve said before, there are plenty of others that have tried to shut me up, guys like Davin Moreland and Poe. And while I may not care about either of those two, I know they can actually give me a decent match, I won’t deny that. But Eric…*scoff* Eric’s always known about my talents. He wouldn’t have recruited me into the Brass Knuckle Kings if he didn’t. But the way that he carried himself, like he was doing me a favor just by being in his shadow. Lemme tell you something, Chris Evans doesn’t stand in anybody’s shadow, especially not some pretentious asshole who got famous because of who his daddy is.

Why the hell would I, the Future Legend, be afraid of a has-been like Eric O’ Mac? Everything that Eric’s done, I’ve done it better. World Champion? Done it better. Onslaught champion? Done it better. Trios champ? Done it better. Intercontinental title? Done it three times better. And the Mac Attack, I even do his own finisher better.

And whether I pin Eric’s shoulders to the mat, or whether you two get lucky and steal a victory by pinning Folz, it doesn’t matter. Because we all know that Eric’s not one to stay around for long. He may impress guys like yourself, but those like myself, who are truly in the know, we know that it won’t be long before he goes back to toiling in obscurity, probably sharing a booth with Virgil in some hole-in-the-wall convention, scamming people out of 20 bucks for a quick photo. Myself on the hand, I’ll be staying right here, showing the world why I am the Future Legend, and why the future….looks pretty damn good.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is with L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: "L.D., this week you face off with Tommy Wilder, who currently carries the World Heavyweight Championship that belongs to Moosehead Jack. Your thoughts?"

LDW: "Tommy Wilder...you always were a pain in the backside - it's one of the things I like about you. As far as carrying Moose's title, well, suicidal kinda fits your profile. Truth is, Tommy, I get it. Hell, Stank and I are doing the same thing. It's going to end badly, but I can't blame you for trying."

SFJ#47: "Wilder has been very critical of you and the rest of the Saints, and he's committed to bringing you down. Are you concerned he'll start with you Wednesday night?"

LDW: "I hope he tries - I really do. See, Tommy and I...well we're nothing alike. But we do have one thing in common - we both enjoy an adrenaline rush. Tommy, you get yours from speed, height, going places and doing things that normal people fear. Me? my rush comes from being hunted, having odds stacked against me, being in situations normal people can't even conceive.

As for Wednesday night...you'll be in your element, just like one of your stunts. Hoping you cleared enough air off the mountain. Praying the chute opens in time. Knowing your fate is completely out of your hands. Will it be the STF and a submission? The Canadian Destroyer and a concussion? Happy Dethbat and injuries too numerous to mention? You just won't know 'till it's over.

And then, as the crowd rains down hatred on the ring, as the White Hats storm ringside to save you, then [i[I'll[/i] be in my element.

Deep down we're all Saints Tommy, Wednesday night we light the fire that'll bring yours to the surface. That, or utterly consume you."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

<As Akiru Tornado and Puck Dupp are wrestling, "Scarecrow" plays and the Saints of Sinners make their way to the ring. They are all dressed in suits and sunglasses, even Chloe. They step into the ring and glare at Dupp and Tornado, the two of them use their better judgment and bail out of the ring. Moose grabs a mic>

"the greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing man he didn't exist"

Tommy Wilder.....I will get to you in a minute. The Saints have done some reprehensible things.....but you White Hats, you have matched us every step of the way......We are who we have always been, but you....we exposed you or the hypocrites you are. you say you fight for whats right, but you lie, cheat and steal. You say you want to save the OOWF, but you use the very same tactics you say you want to save the OOWF from. The OOWF will continue to burn, and the Saints will fan the flames. In the end, the only ones that will be left standing are those who understand that there is no good, there is only evil. Pretending to be what you are not has consequences, and White Hats, the consequences of your lies will be the destruction of the OOWF.

Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo, you claim to be changed people. You claim to fight for whats right, for justice, and in Stan's case <mockingly> for the Lord Well, Stanley, were was your Lord when you were breaking Outback Jack's legs? Where was your Lord when you were ending Davin Moreland's career? And Mai Muyo, where was your sense of right and wrong when you stood back and let it all happen? Where was your sense of moral outrage when the New Guard was trying to destroy the OOWF so that THEY could run things? You seemed to be just fine with it then, but now.....now that someone ELSE is doing it, you feel the need to fight tooth and nail to stop it.

And Texpress. Chad Madison and Zane Myers.....the saviors of the OOWF. Surely these cowboys are pure! Surely these cowboys have always fought for what is right and just! Except....they haven't. Does Run DEA ring a bell? Do you recall the times you hid under masks as Phantos and Lucios and did Davin and Alex's bidding? You had no problem breaking the rules so long as it benefited Run DEA, but now that someone else is doing it.....it is a moral outrage.

The list goes on and on and on. We all know Fire's past, that is no secret. We all know that Outback Jack had his demons and was not against breaking the rules, and his offspring is no different. You are all guilty of doing what you have to do to get ahead. You are all guilty of breaking the rules. You are all guilty of trying to do anything possible to bend the OOWF to your will.....but when someone else does it.....it has to be stopped. It is morally reprehensible and wrong. Deep inside, all of you are Sinners, all of you are Saints

All of you.....but one person

Danny Taylor......you are the lone White Hat. You carry yourself differently. You have never given into temptation, you have never thrown the rules out to get ahead.....and because of that.....because you refuse to see that no one is truly good, one day, I am going to drag you to hell with me. Danny, I will break you, and when I do, you will burn. Deep inside, you too are a Saint

Finally.....Tommy Wilder. Wilder, you have something that belongs to me. And while I am livid that you would take what's mine, and believe me, given the chance, I WILL make you bleed....in a strange way, I have to thank you. Yes Wilder, I have to thank you. You see, I thought you might be another Danny, I thought you might be pure, you might be a genuine White Hat....but stealing my title.....that just completely dismisses that idea. You are nothing but a little thief Wilder. You know, deep inside, that you can't beat me, so you steal the title you can never win.

<Moose pauses for a minute visible getting angry>

I WANT MY FUCKING TITLE BACK WILDER!

<Moose pauses again as LD and Stank whisper something to him>

<laughing> Wilder......you can go in the ring. you have all the talent, all the skill in the world. you may be the best high-flyer in OOWF history. But you know the story of Icarus? He flew too close to the sun and the wax on his wings melted and he fell to earth. Well Wilder, you flew a little too close to the Saints. And you are going to fall, and fall hard. I promise you that.

Deep inside, you all want to be Saints. Deep inside, you are all Sinners. We can set you free. To beat us.....you are going to have to become us.....and when you do....we will sit and watch the OOWF burn.

Trust me

<Moose laughs and drops the mic and the Saints leave the ring and head to the back>

[BookerShark]

Inside the Darling Luxury Suites, Firewoman comes in with her bags.

M: Yay, you're back. Where's Alex?

FW: Parking the Bugatti.

M: No motorcycle?

FW: Heh, no he doesn't like to ride that.

M: Did you have good time away?

FW: Yes, and geez, stop with the moony look in your eyes.

M: Sorry, it's just so romant--

FW: Stop.

Firewoman goes into the kitchen and comes out a few minutes later with a cup of herbal tea.

M: Since when do you drink herbal tea?

FW: I do that sometimes.

Fire leafs through some papers lucky left for her as she sips her tea. Miranda goes back to what she was doing, digging through a box, occasionally holding up a square of cloth and waving it. Under her breath, she sings to herself.

M: "One day when the light is glowing,
I'll be in my castle golden.
But until the gates are open,
I just want to feel this moment."

Firewoman turns and looks at her a couple times, then raises an eyebrow.

FW: What are you doing?

M: Trying to pick a handkerchief.

FW: Why....oh. The stupid match.

M: It's not stupid, it's cute - two boys fighting over me.

FW: Remind me to add "The Feminine Mystique" to your reading list. You do realize it's just a gimmick, right? Justin is attempting 'strategy' and Chad is playing along.

M: Doesn't mean they don't like me.

FW: Well...no, but the date - no matter who wins - is going to turn into a disaster.

M: Yep. And out of that comes Texpress vs. Banned from Everywhere vs. Firewoman and Miranda for the Tag Team Championships.

FW: ...

M: ...

FW: ....I like the way you think.

FAAAAAAAADE
<fade>

[BookerShark]

Danny Taylor is alone in a back room of the Destroyatorium when the last Saints of Sinners promo plays. Danny frowns, but seems not to pay much attention to it, until his name is spoken. When that happens Danny turns and focuses on it, slowly stroking the scar on his neck as Moose talks. Once it ends, Danny turns the TV off and continues to stroke the scar while deep in thought. Finally he seems to come to a conclusion, and stands up and heads out, and the camera cuts away.

Some time passes, and the camera comes up in the Saints of Sinners locker room Moose, Stank and LD are in a conversation as Chloe is polishing up some razor wire, and Punswick and Carter sit on a nearby bench. The door opens and Dynamite Danny Taylor walks into the room alone. Puns and Carter are up in an instant and go to head him off. Moose, LD, and Stank quickly look around and realize that Danny is by himself. LD and Stank look to Moose who shrugs and nods to let him come over. LD and Stank walk over and stop Puns and Carter before they can go to far. Meanwhile Chloe walks over to stand next to Moose.

Stank: (to Carter) Let him through.

Carter: What? Why?

LD: He's alone, even with his current issues, he's not dumb enough to try and take us all on at once. He obviously has something he needs to "say" (LD does finger quotes with the last word drawing some light laughter from puns, cater and chloe).

Stank: We'll let him say what he needs to (Stank locks eyes with Danny) and if he's been paying attention, he won't do anything stupid.

Danny matches Stank's gaze, but makes no other outward motion of any kind.
LD, Stank, Puns and Carter move aside, and Danny's gaze shifts to Moose. He confidently strides across the room, but before he can get to Moose, Chloe steps in his path.

Chloe: It's only a matter of time until we make you all burn. I hope you are here to beg for mercy before we....

Chloe is cut off by Danny putting a finger up to his lip and making the "shush" motion. He points to Moose, and then himself, before motioning for her to go away. Chloe's eye's widen in anger and she starts to move forward, when Moose puts a hand on her shoulder.

Moose: Give us a minute.

Chloe: But he....

Moose: (a little sterner) I said give us a minute.

Chloe looks a little like a hit puppy, but relents and walks over to a corner, but never takes her eyes off the two of them. For a moment Danny and Moose just stare at each other. Finally Danny reaches up and calmly strokes the scar on his neck. Moose smiles when he sees that.

Moose: So you finally have something to say about that do you?

Danny just calmly nods his head yes.

Moose: So spit it out all ready, we have things to do. (Moose smirks)

Danny takes a deep breath, he points to the scar on his neck, then points to Moose, pauses for a minute, and then makes the sign language symbol for forgiveness. Moose smirk disappears, and his eyes widen in genuine shock. Danny turns and just starts to casually walk away. Stank mutters Oh Shit under hi breath, and a confused Carter turns to look at him.

Carter: What's the big deal?

Stank: That scar on Danny's neck. Moose gave it to him when he first joined this company.

Carter: Jack has given lot's of people scars.

Stank: Yeah, but that scar took Danny's voice.

Carter: So did he just challenge him or something?

Stank: No, even worse....he forgave him.

At this point Danny leaves the room without incident heading back towards the Destroyatorium. For a moment, no one in the saints locker room moves as Moose continues to stare daggers at the door. Finally Chloe walks over to stand in front of him.

Chloe: Mr. Jack?

Suddenly Moose erupts, flipping a nearby bench causing Chloe to jump back. He has a wild look in his eyes and nearly foaming at the mouth.

Moose: I will kill him....I will kill his manager....I will kill those tarts that give him drinks....I will kill his stupid little dog....I will kill his mentor...I will kill everything he has ever cared about.

As Moose is saying all of this he continues to toss things around the room forcing the rest of the Sinners to take cover or dodge. LD finally steps forward and slaps him hard across the face.

LD: You will calm down and remember what we are trying to do.

Moose looks at LD, still with a lot of anger in his eyes.

LD: Wilder has your title, get that back, then worry about the rest of them. Fight one battle at a time.

Moose seems to calm down.

Moose: You are right...you are right.....I will kill him one day.

LD: I know you will Jack.

The Saints start to straighten the room up as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

(As the Saints finish straightening up the locker room Moose picks up a cigar and a drink and walks to a corner. Chloe walks up beside Moose and softly speaks.)

Chloe: I'm sorry, Jack.

Moose: (Still staring at the corner)  Sorry? For what.

Chloe: I was out of line. But...I remember. I remember what he's done to you. What his little gang did to you and Edra and Clio. Why do you think I was so overjoyed to do what I did to the Kai? Taylor will burn. He's already shown that he's weak, he's vulnerable. But Mr Williams is right, he can wait. First, we make Wilder burn. Then he'll get his turn. His sanctimonious actions remind me too much of...well, of Edra.

(Moose turns to Chloe, takes her by the chin. Their eyes lock and they both share a sick sadistic twisted grin.)

Chloe: They all burn, one at a time.

Moose: Trust us.

(They both begin laughing maniacally and the other Saints just turn and stare as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Shot opens on Tommy Wilder, relaxing on a park bench, somewhere....

Moose, seems like everytime someone gets one over on the Saints, your'e there whining about how we're a bunch of hypocrites, that we use some of the same tactics the Saints do, I took your security blankie, yadda yadda yadda bitch moan whine....

Hey - At what point did any us of claim to be pure as the driven snow? That's right! NEVER. Who dubbed us the White Hats? Oh yeah - YOU.

You seem to need to do a lot of reassuring that you're somehow the victim here. Which is freaking hysterical. Yup, Moose is the victim. Moose is oppresed, and unpopular, and can't get the cute boy from math class to ask him to prom...

Hey Moose. Grow the the fuck up. Face reality. You created all of this.


The White Hats never claimed to be angels. Yeah, Danny is straight arrow, but the rest of us all have a past - heck, I'm a freaking SKATE PUNK. What about me says "respects authority"? I took your title because it PISSED YOU OFF. You claimed it gave you all the power, you could do what you wanted when you wanted. So hey - if THAT'S all it means to you... maybe you shouldn't have it! Besides, it needed airing out.

Did I steal it? Yup.
Was it during a fight after the match? Yup.
Have I been screwing with you and the Saints? Yup.

Never said I wouldn't.


Nope - the White Hats have only made ONE thing clear.

We are going to stop the Saints of Sinners. We're gonna break your hold over the OOWF. Never said how, just said we WILL.


Because sometimes, you just gotta say "Fuck Authority."

Later, Moosie-kins!


Wilder gets up, puts a OOWF Championship belt over his shoulder (is it the real one?) and skates off - past a sign that says "No Skateboarding at any time - violaters will be arrested".

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead paces back and forth in front of an OOWF banner, holding his IO briefcase. Matt Striker braves an interview.*

MS - Ghosthead you face Alexander Darling at Midweek Mayhem this week. What are your thoughts on this match given your storied history with him and his wife?

*Ghosthead continues to pace back and forth in front of Matt Striker for several heartbeats before pausing and looking down at him as if noticing where he is for the first time.*

Ghost - Give me that microphone.

MS - Um... I'm trying to do my job.

Ghost - You either hand me that microphone... or I take it from you. Your choice.

*Matt Striker doesn't take too long to think about it as he hands Ghosthead his microphone.*

Ghost - Smart man... now begone.

*Striker turns and leaves the scene as Ghosthead raises the mic to his lips*

Ghost - I empathize with Moosehead Jack. Though I seek no part in The Saints of Sinners crusade, the forgiveness Danny Taylor showed to Moose is contemptible. It reminds me of someone I knew once who perpetrated the same offense toward me and would pay dearly if we ever had the misfortune of meeting again. Actually it also reminds me of someone currently who sullies this very federation with a pathetic attempt at a comeback. He seeks forgiveness for sins not dissimilar to some of my own and for that Eric O'Mac you get my utter scorn as do any who display such weakness. It placates to the lowest common denominator, a cheap ploy to spur the herd in the stands into bleating appreciatively like the sheep they are. It's sickening and I would hear those bleats turn to cries of dismay as I consumed the like in Phantasmagoria!

*Ghosthead shuts his eyes tightly as he lowers the mic. He turns his head slightly as if in an internal struggle. The moment passes and Ghost raises the mic once more.*

Ghost - You Alexander Darling are of a different sort aren't you? You've embraced your sins. In fact you have incorporated them. You realize that they are a part of who you are and unlike your wife, I don't believe you struggle with your very nature. Which means your opposition to me is merely... personal.

I'm fine with that.

I am loathe to speak of it, but you and Firewoman fit perfectly the roles laid out for you in The Blood Moon prophecy. Had the The Blood Moon chosen to cleave herself of the Sun it would have brought about The End... and the dawning of a new age... one where I could devour the remains and rule, the Blood Moon ultimately subjugated to me... the Sun extinguished forever... as it turns out Firewoman did not have the strength to fulfill her role... and I must confess... I had doubts calling into question my own fortitude in the coming age. None of that matters now as Chaos always finds a way. And even though your wife invokes the name Blood Moon like a wet match seeking flame, I must now focus on this age. The current age. This dark ocean I navigate as the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell.

In our last encounter Alexander Darling you... fell... far... and down. You wear a phoenix marked on your chest covering scars beneath the ink. Do you truly think you can rise from the ashes? I want to know because the answer is where I thrive. This is who I am... a force of nature the likes of which you will not encounter in anyone else. You may try to draw comparisons Alexander Darling, but deep down you too will know just like everyone else... wrath... fury... ruin.

Fade

[BookerShark]

<we cut to some skate park in Colorado where a young guy with long hair is doing some insane tricks (I don't have the slightest idea what they are called, so just make up your own crazy shit). We see Moose and Chloe hiding in the bushes, Moose with HDB and Chloe with the branding iron>

Chloe: You sure that's him?

MHJ: It has to be. No one else is that fucking crazy.

Chloe: I don't see the title

MHJ: He has it, I know it. <somewhat maniacally> He thinks he is so smart! but I got him! I am smarter than that adrenaline junkie! I am GOING to get my title back! On three.....

Chloe: <grinning> let's make him bleed

MHJ: One......two.....THREE

<Moose and Chloe jump out of the bushes and grab the guy off the skateboard and throw him to the ground. Moose immediately kicks him and Chloe holds down his legs. Moose hammers him in the face with punches until there is blood everywhere. Moose calls for Chloe to pull him to his feet. Chloe pulls him up, but the guys hair obscures his face. Moose lines him up for a HDB shot to the face when we hear>

V: YO MOOSIE!

<Moose looks up and we see Tommy Wilder at the top of the tallest ramp>

TW: Yo.....Moosie.....not cool my man. You know......you would think I am getting to you a bit.....oh....hey.....look what I found

<Wilder holds up the OOWF title>

MHJ: WILDER! I WANT MY FUCKING TITLE! I AM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE YOU GODDAMN LITTLE SHIT!

TW: Oh......you want THIS? Oh.....well all you had to do was ask....

<with that Wilder launches off the ramp, lands in front of Chloe and ducks her swing with the branding iron. As he zips past Moose, Wilder throws the title at Moose. Moose drops HDB to catch the title, but by then Wilder is gone. Moose looks at the title....>

MHJ: GODDAMMIT WILDER! THIS IS A FAKE! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!

<Moose slams the fake plastic title on the ground and destroys it with HDB, from the distance we hear Wilder yell.....>

TW: Gotta watch your blood pressure Moosie! Take it from an adrenaline junkie.....<Wilder stops on top of another ramp> the ride is the best, but the crash is what kills.....catch you and crazypants at Mayhem!

<Wilder disappears and Moose goes into another rage, destroying what's left of the title and kicking it across the pavement. He finally stops and breathes deeply and gets his bearings. In the distance we hear sirens>

MHJ: Wilder will get his, let's get out of here before the cops get here

Chloe: What do we do with him?

<Moose looks at the guy who is still lying on the ground, then grabs his skateboard and snaps it in half>

MHJ: Looks like he crashed and burned. Let's go

<fade>

[BookerShark]

(Later that evening, Chloe is coming back to the Saints of Sinners locker room, branding iron in hand looking disheveled. Her t-shirt and old towel bears fresh deep red stains from her apparent “training”. She goes to a cabinet and takes out cloths, a file, and a small tin and brush and walks to a nearby chair. She places all but the cloths on an adjacent table as she tenderly wipes the blood and debris from the branding iron. Without looking up at INCy who has followed her into the room, she starts speaking.)

Salvation. The meaning of the word is laughable, particularly when it applies to Stan Fulton and Junichiro Muyo. Fulton's role in the New Guard, the destruction of Outback Jack and Davin Moreland, and now to be a (sarcastic tone) “Lamb of God” and a “Christian Soldier”. What nobody is willing to say is that more evil has been wrought upon the world in the name of God than in the name of evil itself. If Moreland was still here, you would be on his top ten frauds of the week, Fulton.

(Chloe puts down the cloths and picks up the file, and begins carefully sharpening the barbs and razor wire on the branding iron.)

Juni, I need to apologize to you. You were the only person here that the old man openly feared. He knew how dangerous you were, how evil you could be. He never feared anyone else, not even Jack.  But he truly feared you.  Now Strawberry Shortcake wouldn't fear you. You were once a Saint. The Saint you are trying to be now doesn't suit you in the least. For all the denials, all the mea culpas, when Ecosystem was at his best, he brought the chaos like no one else. Now you're just a shadow of yourself. Not evil enough to be Ecosystem, not as good as your own sister.

(Chloe puts down the file and blows off the filings, then picks up the tin and the brush and begins dusting the powder over the sharp edges.)

Your choice is simple Juni. Rejoin the Saints. Come back to where you know you belong. Where Chaos reigns and your black heart is sated in the tumultuous fires that only the Saints can create. Come home, Juni. Come home to where you know you truly belong. Phony baloney niceness doesn't suit you. Join the Saints, leave the pressures of being Mr Niceguy behind. If you return, all is forgiven.

(Chloe places the powder and brush back on the table and picks up the branding iron and her barbed wire crucifix from the table.)

Join us, Juni. Join the Saints and become free...or the Saints will have to free you.

Either way Juni, the Saints are the path to true Salvation. Through his grace, Jack freed me. He can free you as well.

Trust us.

(Chloe drops to her knees and begins muttering softly to herself clutching the branding iron and crucifix as the camera...)


FADES

[BookerShark]

The scene opens, and you see Christian Carter leave the Saints locker room, and heads towards the Destroyatorium. The rest of the Saints look at him, and then goes back to their normal routines. Carter is followed by the camera crew, and he stops in front of the OOWF Banner and looks at the camera crew. He motions to them to start rolling. The camera man nods, and points to Carter when he's ready.

CC: "Unlike Danny, I have something I need to say. I need to get a few things off my chest. I know that I haven't said alot in the past few weeks. I've been getting over a few things, but, now that I'm focused, I need to say a few things that I've been wanting to get off my chest, and it starts with you Mai.

I've been in this company now for a little over 4 months, and right at the start, Jack saw something in me. He saw that my potential to succeed in this company surpassed all of the sheep. And what have I shown him for it? Absolutely nothing. And that is why I'm going to become the next Intercontinental Champion. Mai, the beating I gave you last week will be nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you in one day. I am the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in xGw history. I am the most sadistic son of a bitch in the LBCW, and I am the future of the OOWF.

But Mai, the point I'm making is this, I am the future...but the future is now. I am going to finish a revolution that I helped start with the Saints, and it ends with me making an example out of you Mai. I will no hesitate to slap you bitch. I will not hesitate to beat you from with an inch of your life, and I will not hesitate to show these sheep that are the OOWF fans, what Mayhem is all about.

Mai, come tomorrow, when you wake up from the coma I'm going to put you in, you will realize just how sadistic I can be. So you have to ask yourself Mai one question. Are you Ready? Are you ready to face the most sadistic, brutal son of a bitch in Christian Carter? Are you ready to face the future? Mai, I already know the answer, and you are not ready. Not by a long shot. It's time for the beginning of the end Mai...It's time to bow before me, and worship me like the god I am...Welcome Mai...to your undoing...Welcome...to your future...Welcome...the the New World. MY WORLD!"[/b]

With that, Christian Carter motions for the man to stop, and walks back towards the Saint's locker room.

[BookerShark]

Hello world.

This is your old friend, Eric O'Mac speaking. I've seen and heard everything that my competitors this week have said, so I figured we should do this old school. Just me, a camera, and a room.

In fact, OOWF World, in a couple of weeks, you are going to get to see a sneak peak of my new documentary, which, by the way, is being produced by WWE Films.

That's right Chris Evans. WWE Films.

You really shouldn't run your mouth about things that you have no knowledge of. You just assumed that a washed-up Eric O'Mac couldn't go crawling back to his Dad, ask for gainful employment and work for the WWE. Well, here are the facts, buddy. I've been offered. Many times. Offered a spot in creative, offered a spot helping run developmental, offered commentary work, hell, even offered to work with the main roster.

I turned them all down. You see...I don't like hand outs.

Maybe if you were in my shoes, Chris, that's what you would have done. You would have run back to the rich father who can offer you work for as long as you're alive. You see, that's who you are. You will take, take, take if someone offered. In fact, that's basically how you made your name with the Brass Knuckles Kings, right? We handed you a spot, and you took, took, took until you finally became relevant.

Gee.

You think I became famous because of who my Dad is? Let me clue you in again. No one knew that I was a McMahon until a few years ago. I was WELL known in the OOWF before anyone on the damn roster, or any one in the wrestling world knew who my father was. I made a way for myself. My Dad didn't HAND me anything. Why? Because I. Don't. Like. Handouts.

In fact, if you were to read over my OOWF bio, you would learn that while I trained to wrestle in college, I didn't become a full time wrestler until I had a law degree and a business degree. I have everything to fall back on if I wanted. But you see, nothing gives me the satisfaction like getting the ring and showing everyone just how good I am.

Why did I come back?

That's a damn good question. One that will be answered on my documentary. For now, let me lave you with this. The problem between myself, you, Matt Folz...it was started by you. You couldn't let this old-timer have one last moment in the spotlight. So, after a few years away from the ring, myself and Amazing Jos, we are going to take Chris Evans and Matt Folz out.

We'll see who has the last laugh tomorrow night.

Eric O'Mac OUT.

[BookerShark]

Scene opens up with Carter walking into the building that Mayhem will be in tonight. Carter walks up to the Saint's lockeroom, where he see's Chloe, Jack, LD & Skank huddled around a tv, playing a video game, as Punswick is sitting in a chair watching them. He looks at Carter, who nods at him, and he nods back. He walks up to his area to change, and drops his bag down. He unzips it, and pulls out a small green sack, that has something in it. Carter, looks at the bag, and smiles. He heads out of the locker room, with the bag, and heads to the OOWF interview area. A small camera crew is setting up, with no other wrestler's in sight. Carter demands that the camera is turned on, for he has one last thing to say before his title match tonight.

CC: Mai...I know I have threatened you the last time I was doing this, and as soon as I was done, there was one other thing that I wanted to say, but thought that this would be the right time.

Carter still has the bag in his hand, as he opens it, and pulls out the blood stained Intercontinental Championship.

CC: I know you've missed this title Mai, and though technically, it is yours, I wanted to hang on to it for the memory of me crushing your skull in last Wednesday. And seeing that I haven't really heard from you this week, has made me think your not going to show up.

And you shouldn't, because what I did to you last week, will be ten times worse his week. You are going to lose, no matter what Mai, and I'm going to be the one who beats you. I'm the one that will spread CHAOS throughout this company, and I will destroy anything that gets into my path.

Mai Muyo, this blood, your blood is the last part of you that will touch this title. This blood is forever stained in your pathetic excuse for a chamapion, and THIS BLOOD, will be a statement & a reminder that Christian Carter will not be stopped. The Saints will not be stopped, and when this company burns as Jack has promised, the Saints will be the only ones left. Welcome to the Revolution...Welcome to The NEW WORLD Mai...MY WORLD!

With that, Carter puts the title back into the bag, walks off camera, and heads back into the Saint's locker room. Camera fades.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Zane Myers Stands alone in front of the OOWF Banner, wearing his silver & blue Run DEA #5 Baseball Jersey & his Resistol White Hat. ~~~

You know, Moose is right. Chad and I haven't always been the White hats. We haven't always been the good guys. We've done things we aren't proud of now. We've ran around backstage and attacked others. We've hurt people. We've caused as much chaos as anyone when we were part of Run DEA.

~~~ He pulls the jersey off and tosses it aside ~~~

You see, that's the great thing about this business, the fans, even real life. Forgiveness. We've made amends. We've turned the page on that chapter of our careers. We've righted the wrongs. We've become better wrestlers, better human beings for it.

Moose likes to say people are who they are. He's evil, and just accepts it. He doesn't think people can change, and doesn't accept it when they do. If you don't believe me, examine his relationship with his sister.

I don't agree at all. I think people can change, people can see the error of their ways. If Mai or Stan were here, they'd quote some scripture for us, but I'll just paraphrase. Jesus says ask for forgiveness and it is yours. He doesn't mean give lip service to it, but truly ask for redemption and you will receive it. That's the great thing about Christianity, and it holds true in real life as well. Be honest, make amends for your wrong doings, try not to repeat them, and you will be forgiven. I believe that. Moose does not. To him, evil is always evil, a drug addict is always a drug addict, a criminal is always a criminal, and no one can ever change.

That's a sad existence Jack, and I pity you for it. Unlike others, I won't try and convince you to change. I will stand up and say I have changed. I am a better man than I was yesterday. And tomorrow, I'll do my best to be a better man than I am today.

Stank, tonight you and I do battle. Chad would remind you not to underestimate him. I'll just say this... Whether you admit it or not, I am just as capable of beating you as you are of me. The difference, I'll go out there and be proud of what I've done and leave it all in the ring. Can you really say the same?

~~~ Zane puts on his hat and we fade... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo is walking outside a big box store when she stops for a young woman’s call. The young woman has a cardboard sign and claims to be pregnant and homeless. Mai reaches into her wallet, hands her $40, and walks off. A man who had been walking beside taps her on the shoulder.

Man: That was very silly, young lady. You know, that woman was most likely lying to you.

Mai: If she needs the money enough to sit and beg, I don’t really care.

Mai shoves him off and looks toward the camera.

Mai: Let’s talk, camera man.

The camera focuses up as Mai walks.

Christian Carter. You laugh about your violence against me and played the numbers game on my brother. Let me play a numbers game with you.

One Hundred and Four. That’s how long I have been the Intercontinental Champion. In case you’re counting, that’s the fifth longest Intercontinental Championship reign…not this year, not of the 2010s, but the fifth longest ever. Longer than your buddy LD Williams or your leader Moosehead Jack. Longer than Davin Moreland, one of the greatest of all time. Longer than Altrageous, Capellan, and many other legends you don’t know, which is good and fine because your name will never be mentioned in the same breath as theirs.

Have I earned a place among them yet? As much as I would like to believe numbers are everything, I have not. But I’m on the path. Every day, I get closer.

And you? You pose with stolen property and don’t move at all. I suppose idle hands are really the devil’s tools. So you know what? Go ahead and keep the championship...no no no, belt as it is...stolen, unearned, empty of any significance as a symbol. The perfect representation of your career here.

Take the photo-op. It's still Mai Time

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Chloe and Jeremy Punswick are walking from Rics heading back to the locker room. They continue discussing strategy, Chloe in a much more animated fashion than Punswick, when they turn the corner and see...Bishop Blaize.)

Blaize: Fuck.

Chloe: Hey, Bishop, no hard feelings about the other night. You gave it a good shot.

Punswick: Yeah, you gave her a good run for the money.

Blaize: Oh no, I'm not going here, again.

Punswick: Going where?

Blaize: We stand here having a normal conversation, you two keep talking about people's opinion of the two of you being crazy, you get me to agree...

Chloe: Crazy?

Punswick: Both?

Blaize: Fuck.

(Punswick grabs Blaize but Chloe interveins.)

Chloe: Jeremy, not now.

Punswick: Give me one good reason.

Chloe: Because it's MY PROMO!

(Punswick rolls his eyes and pushes Blaize to Chloe who drives her branding iron into Blaize's nards, grabs him by the hair and FACEPLANTS him into the floor. She picks him up, CORKSCREW! Chloe covers him, the referee appears, and makes the three count.)

WINNER and still DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion – Chloe

Chloe: (Picking up her branding iron) Thank you, Jeremy.

Punswick: When do I get to have any fun like that?

Chloe: You never know who you'll run into.

(Chloe and Punswick turn down the Hallway of Random Encounters and we see Amazing Jos being interviewed by an SFJ about his match with Eric O' Mac against Evans and Folz for tonight. Chloe gestures, and Punswick charges, blindsiding the masked man with sledgehammer blows. Punswick grabs Jos in a front face lock and Chloe begins whipping Jos across the back with the branding iron and small bloody spots appear across his back. Punswick picks up Jos, Chloe jumps high to help, SPIKE EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT! Jos is OUT! Punswick and Chloe get on the ground in Jos face.)

Punswick: Shine that fucking belt up for me, Jos! I'm taking it from you!

Chloe: Punswick and the Saints will end you, boy!

(Punswick and Chloe get up and sprint to the locker room as they hear a rumble of footsteps heading their way. They hit the locker room as Texpress and Eric O'Mac show up. They close the door and high five each other.)

Chloe: Way to go, Jeremy.

Punswick: I'm gonna kill that fucker.

Chloe: Just take his ti...championship. That'll piss off the White Hats and make Jack happy.

(Punswick walks off while Chloe goes to her sleeping area. She picks up her barbed wire crucifix and falls to her knees)


Moosehead Jack is my leader. I shall not fail.

He makes me to slaughter the innocents, he leads me to stain the waters red.

He hardens my soul. He leads me in the path of destruction, that his name shall be feared.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of White Hats, I shall have no fear, for they bleed.

Thy Bat and my Branding Iron comfort me.

Thou preparest an arena for the slaughter of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with the blood of the innocents, and it makes you smile. Our cups runneth over with their tears.

Surely evil and vengeance shall I dispense at your command for the rest of my life, and I will dwell in the house of Jack forevermore.

So has it be written, so shall it be, now and forevermore.

(Chloe looks up with anger and fire in her eyes)

Stan Fulton. Junichiro Muyo. You are powerful competitors. But Jeremy Punswick and I will not fail. We will end you. Permanently. Trust me.

(Chloe drops to her knees and begins muttering softly to herself clutching the branding iron and crucifix as the camera...)

FADES
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