OOWF BLOODY FRONTIERS (7/28/13) Live from Fort Dod

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OOWF Bloody Frontiers
Live from Fort Dodge, Kansas
Sunday, July 28th 2013


OOWF World Heavyweight & Tag Team Title Match
Saints of Sinners (Moosehead Jack (c) and Stank & LD Williams) vs. Tommy Wilder & Texpress (c) - Taipei Scaffold Cage Ladder Match

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo (c) vs. Alexis Darling

OOWF Onslaught Title Match
Amazing Jos (c) vs. Jason Allen

OOWF Tag Team Titles #1 Contender's Match
Murphy's Law (DK & Daniella Murphy) vs. Salvation (Stan Fulton & Ecosystem) vs. Saints of Sinners (Jeremy Punswick & Christian Carter)

Brass Knuckle Kings Explode
Chris Evans vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Matt Folz

Let It Ride Grudge Match
Ghosthead vs. Danny Taylor vs. Firewoman


Chloe & The Draculs vs. Banned from Everywhere & Miranda
Alexander Darling vs. The Word



Card subject to tumbleweeds

[BookerShark]

*Matt Stryker is standing in the gorilla position as Ghosthead walks through to the back.*

MS - Ghosthead, success in the ring tonight against Eric O'Mac. You displayed a rare show of respect toward him, but you just left Eric seconds later, to the wolves, so to speak. Has he not earned your respect after giving you such a great battle?

*Ghosthead halts his march down the hall and looks down at Matt Stryker.*

Ghost - I... respect... all who prove themselves worthy. I admit that Eric O'Mac gave me more than I thought he had in him. I understand his struggle with addiction as it is an effort for which I am very familiar. The results of my own struggle stands before you as The Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, longest reigning Onslaught Champion, conqueror of 25 warriors in one night to stake a claim to the OOWF World Championship. The story of Eric O'Mac's own struggle is not finished... my respect? Yes. My help? No. His struggle is his own and only he can write the ending. I have my own path to follow. My own tale to write. Pray to whatever god you believe in that you do not become a part of that story.

*Ghosthead resumes his walk down the hallway as the camera fades.*

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<Moose is sitting outside on the loading dock enjoying a post-Mayhem cigar when Stank comes outside. In the distance, lightning flashes and a rumble of thunder is heard>

Sta: Not smart coming out here alone Jack. After tonight, the White Hats will be out for blood

MHJ: Let them come

Sta: Not on my watch

<the lightning flashes a little brighter and the thunder is louder, the wind begins to pick up>

MHJ: Tonight was just the next step. They came out to destroy, they got destroyed. Six on three, and they still lost. They are going to have to try harder than that

Sta: The point is, you still don't have your title

MHJ: <smirking> it will come

<they stand in silence for a minute listening to the approaching storm, Stank finally seems to notice it>

Sta: it's not looking so good out here.....

MHJ: <calmly> yeah, tornado warning. You ever consider tornadoes Lucas?

Sta: Can't say I have

MHJ: The most destructive force on the planet. An F5 can pull grass from the ground. Three hundred plus mile and hour winds, it levels everything it comes in contact with. Destroying indiscriminately, one building reduced to nothing while the neighboring building is unharmed.

Sta: I suspect you are going somewhere with this

MHJ: At the center of that tornado, right in the middle of that swirling vortex of death and destruction is a calm, a serenity, like the eye of a hurricane, only far more brief. The Saints of Sinners are the tornado, and I am sitting right in the center

Sta: You. You are the calm in the middle of the storm

MHJ: I will get my title back. I had Wilder tonight, I know I can hurt him. His blood is still on my hands. It's all as it should be

Sta: And Carter antagonizing Alex?

MHJ: All as it should be

<the storm picks up even more, Stank looks a little nervous as the trees begin to sway and the rain begins pouring down. Moose just stares out, transfixed. As the lightning flashes, we see him look at Stank>

MHJ: What's the deal with you and your brother?

Sta: What?

MHJ: He understands. He and I have a lot in common

Sta: <turning to Moose> You have what he wants, and as long as he has that briefcase, he has a means to get it. Jared is not a joiner, he may share similar ideals with us, but he is not going to side with us

MHJ: <thinking and watching the storm> but he won't stand against us

Sta: he won't side with the White Hats, no.

MHJ: I feel he and I should talk

Sta: I don't think that's a good idea

<lightning strikes in the parking lot, Stank jumps a bit>

Sta: gotdamnit! fuck this shit, I'm going inside, you better come in too <Stank looks in the door> they are herding everyone to the basement

<Moose takes a long drag on his cigar and hops off the pallets he was sitting on and shrugs>

MHJ: Should be interesting

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Bridgette is sitting in Bennett's office -

B - Mr. Bennett, I'm here to finalize the match for the PPV.

LJ - Excuse me?

B - We need to modify the one of the stipulations.

LJ - Why? Taipei Scaffold Cage? I think that will sell tickets.

B - No, Mr. Bennett - no good enough. The match needs to be changed to a...

LJ - EXCUSE ME? I'm sorry, but we've already played your "ace in the hole" for TexPress. They have no more cards.

B - No Mr. Bennett, I'm not talking about Chad and Zane. I'm talking my other client. Mr. Thomas Wilder.

LJ - WHAT? NO, you can't be serious.

B - Oh yes, I can. Here is the contract, making it official. And per these instructions from the Board of Directors, the match will be a Taipei BAMBOO SCFFOLD and LADDER match, built to these specifications. Courtesy of Mr. Wilder.

LJ - But the Saints of Sinners didn't know this was happening. They won't be happy.

B - I believe, Mr. Bennett, that is you problem. Have a nice day, now...



FADE

[BookerShark]

We see a worried Jaime McAllister sitting in the waiting room of a local hospital as a doctor comes out.

D: Ms. McAllister?

JM: Yes. How is he?

D: He's awake and asking for you. But he has a severe concussion and a dislocated ankle, in my medical opinion he should refrain from any strenuous activities for at least a month if not two.

JM: And I'd agree with you but you need to understand something about my fiancée. He's, please excuse my language, a stubborn jackass. He will refuse any time off. He'll be back in the ring Sunday night.

D: That doesn't make any sense to me.

JM(Laughing): Welcome to the OOWF doctor, none of this makes any sense.

D: He's down the hall on the right, whenever you want to see him.

JM: Thank you Doctor.

Jaime walks into Matt's room. We see Matt's face heavily bandaged and his ankle in a cast.

MF: Chloe must have killed me and sent me to Heaven, because I see an angel before me.

JM(Rolling eyes): Seriously? Remind me again why I agreed to marry you?

MF: Because you are wise beyond your years.

JM: While I'm glad that you can still say your incredibly cheesy one liners, allow me to point out that you're currently unable to walk. How long are you going to keep provoking the Saints of Sinners like this?

MF: The bitch attacked me after the match, exactly how was I supposed to prevent this?

JM: So the fact that it happened after a match, and not in a parking lot, is going to make me feel better if next time the Saints attack you they do something you can't recover from?

MF: Babe, I'm fine. Not the first time I've been jumped 5 or 6 on one and won't be the last.

JM: You're NOT FINE! The doctor said..

MF: If he was any kind of doctor he wouldn't be here in Ord fucking Nebraska.

JM: I'm asking you to take Sunday off.

MF: Who am I facing?

JM: Triple Threat Match. You, Evans and...

MF: No. Not skipping that.

JM: You didn't even hear the other name.

MF: Doesn't matter. If Chris wants to get involved in my matches, he'll be taught a lesson.

JM: You know he's going to try and injure you permanently.

MF: Let him try.

JM: And assuming you get by him and Eric, what about the Saints? You know they aren't going to stop.

MF: I know they aren't. Moose is going to keep ordering them to come after me because he's scared of me. He knows that if I ever get a shot for the World Championship that I'm going to beat him. He's going to try and eliminate me, but it's not going to work. The Saints can come at me 6 on 1 or 600 on one, and I'll just get up and keep coming until I get the World Championship I deserve.

JM(Sighing): I'm not going to change your mind about any of this am I?

MF: For better or worse, this is who I am. Do you want to walk? I wouldn't blame you.

JM: I never said that. I love you, I can't wait to marry you, I just want you to live long enough to make it to our wedding, ok?

MF: I will do my best.

Jaime kisses Matt as we..... FADE

[BookerShark]

(The Saints are packing up for the drive from Ord to Fort Dodge following the Tornado Warning when three shadowy figures enter the Saints of Sinners locker room. Chloe grabs her branding iron and flies in their general direction to attack when Moose grabs her.)

Moose: Chloe, you remember our associates, the Draculs.

Chloe: (getting a far away look in her eyes) Draculs? Draculs?

Moose: The Saint, remember?

(Chloe ponders for a few moments when finally something clicks)

Chloe: Oh yeah! They kicked Bill's ass. I remember. I think I kicked their ass too.

Moose: A long time ago. You all get to team at the Pay Per View.

Chloe: Who do we face?

Moose: Banned from Everywhere and...the other rookie.

Chloe: (Her face turns into an evil, almost aroused grin) Other rookie? You mean...

Moose: Relax, you'll get your hands on her soon enough. For now, let's get on the road. We've got a stop between here and Fort Dodge.

Chloe: Yes, Jack. (Turning to the Draculs) Yeah, this is gonna be FUN!

(Chloe grabs her bags and Moose's bags as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Carter is sitting in the Saints lockeroom when Moose comes in and talks to Chloe. He is with someone he doesn't know but frankly that isn't his concern right now. Him and Puns just came off a win against Mai and Alexis Darling. As he is taking of his tape Moose comes up to hm.and Punswick who is close by.

MHJ: Hey, nice job out there...you two are coming along nicely. Carter, the Darling thing, genius. I knew you two were valuable when I saw you guys.

You guys have 4 days to get ready for your tag match for no 1 contenders for the tag titles this Sunday.

Carter looks confused.

CC: Tag match? What aboumy IC title match! I'm supposed to be fighting Mai
What is Bennett thinking? Those bitches are not in my league Jack.

MHJ: Patience is a virtue Mr. Carter. Serinity will come just as planned. Let me worry about Bennett.

Carter takes a deep breath and nods.

MHJ: Come on and get ready...we have a long drive ahead of us.

Camera fades.

[BookerShark]

*Jos trashes his locker room and breaks everything in sight*

"Jos, Smash!"

*Jos destroys camera*

[BookerShark]

(The William Lindsay White Auditorium in Emporia Kansas is packed to the rafters for an OOWF house show. Banned from Everywhere have just beaten Murder Inc and are starting up the exit ramp when Helloween's "Power" plays and BFE stops. Sure enough, Edra Neal emerges from the curtains in a short sleeve pink blouse and blue jeans and stands at the top of the ramp. The crowd goes wild when they see the hometown woman. She instinctively holds out her arms and flexes for the crowd. She looks down the ramp at BFE and points at Awesome Bill, who does the whole, Who, Me? bit. Edra gives him the bring it hand sign, and he is still hesitating...until Edra holds out her arms for a hug. Bill starts running and so does Edra, and they hit halfway down the ramp and the crowd cheers! Edra walks down to Justin and offers a hug, but he asks for five dollars. She reaches into her clevage and makes a production of pulling out a fiver for Justin and they hug. Edra walks over to Ellie May, takes her chin in her hand and you see her saying, “I'm sorry” and offers her a hug, which after a moment, Ellie May accepts. She seems a little shaken when Edra gives her a big kiss on the cheek. Ellie May reaches into the ever present cooler and hands Bill, Justin, and Edra a pint of what might be PCPL. They toast and down the drink, and Bill and Edra mirror the shaking of the head, and the crowd laughs. Edra, Justin, Bill, and Ellie May exchange hugs and BFE walks up the ramp to the cheering of the crowd, while Edra climbs into the ring and asks for a microphone. She asks the crowd for quiet before she begins speaking.)

Edra: Thabnk oo. Th..hab addy buuy got waar. Ehny buddy waar?

(The ringside announcer brings her up some water, and Edra drinks it down and shakes her head...)

Edra: You know, it's been months...I forgot how strong that crap is! (Crowd laughs as Edra clears her throat) Though my home now may be on top of a mountain in Northern Nevada, this woman is proud say she graduated from Emporia High School, this is my hometown, and I will forever be a Spartan! (Crowd cheers) I want to thank everyone here for their kindness when Sunny and I came here back in February to bring another person who proudly called Emporia his home town for nearly 60 years, and that's my late father, Wyatt Cox. (Crowd starts to cheer his name but stops awkwardly) No, you can cheer him. He always sang the praises of this town and he deserves to hear you cheer him one more time! (Crowd cheers) He kept bringing wrestling to Emporia every month until … until the incident happened, and when that happened, he still loved this town, believed in it, and that is why our mom and he stayed here and kept Emporia in their hearts until they died, and Emporia will always be in my heart. (Crowd cheers) Oh, by the way, some of you know me, but for those of you who don't, I used to wrestle in this company as Power. But now, just call me Edra. Edra Cox. And that's another reason while I'm here today. Not just to thank you for all you have done for my family, but to let it be known that there's someone here in this company that likes to call herself the last Neal. Well, now she is. Because while my mother was Martha Neal, and for almost 25 years I called myself Neal, I'm embracing a different part of my heritage, my fathers. So now, if you will, I'm the last Cox. (The audience doesn't really know how to respond to that, so they applaud.)

Edra: When I was here in February to bring my father to his final resting place, you probably saw someone special by my side, the lovely Sunny Hamid. When we were here you saw a cast on her arm. Well, she's not here today, not because of any problem between us, but a month ago there's someone in the back that tore that cast off and damaged her arm so much that she had to go through four surgeries to get that arm put back together. Sunny's at home resting comfortably, and I came here today to talk to someone who needs to be taken down a peg or two. So if the artist formerly known as Clio Neal would like to pry her lips off Moosehead Jack's ass and get down here, I want to have a talk with you.

(As the crowd hears “Baptized in the Blood of the Innocents” and Chloe's insane laughter followed by Korn's Shoots and Ladders, they begin booing the arrival of the DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion Chloe, who is accompanied by the World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack. The crowd boos the hell out of the tandem as they walk down the ramp. Edra strikes a defensive position as they climb into the ring. Chloe has a microphone in her hand but Edra speaks first.)

Edra: Look at this, the puppetmaster and his puppet. I can't even see his hand up your ass...(Crowd cheers)

Chloe: I was surprised you could get away from your babysitting duties on the mountain. But come on, donut mama, what are you here for?

Edra: You had a duty, to help wrap up family business. Instead, you ran away, broke Sunny's arm, picked a fight with me in the hospital, then ran away. What the fuck, Clio.

Chloe: CLIO IS DEAD! I am not the weak little not-as-good-as-Edra anymore.

Edra: Dad worked for a lot of years with Dr. Ziff to get your Biastophilia under...

Chloe: SHUT UP! You have NO IDEA what you're talking about.

Edra: You ran away from family obligations to play Mean Girl with the king of destruction here.

Chloe: YOUR family is not MY family. He never claimed us until it was convenient for him. I didn't shed a tear for him. As Chloe I have one family. The Saints of Sinners, and this..amazing man, is the head of my family. And I am much the better for it, as you and that little trollop Sunny found out in Elko. Go home. Go back home and be a wet nurse, play radio star. Lick your wounds and go home to Sunny and Mary Lou and the kids, go back while its still your choice. You can't win this, and if you keep trying. (Chloe turns and looks Moose in the eye. Moose nods and Chloe turns back to Edra) If you keep trying, you will end up next to Dad. Trust me.

(The crowd boos this, but Edra holds up her hands and they quiet down.)

Edra: Listen to me, sis. We came into this world together. We were born of blood, covered in blood and screaming. I have no problem leaving this world covered in blood. But we will go out together. Because we are blood. The same blood. Apart we are strong, but together we are unstoppable. I refuse to be half of an incomplete whole.

Chloe: You made your choice when you let dad cut us off. You made your choice when you didn't listen to Jack. I am not making that same mistake again

Edra: We don't need anyone else, we don't need Dad, or Moose, or anyone else. You, Me. Chloe, Edna. We can rule the OOWF. We can rule the world. But we have to do it together. Join me, complete the whole. Or stand with your friends and suffer the consequences. I leave here with you, or we both leave...in a box.

(The crowd lets out an “oooooo” at that line, while Chloe just smirks. Moose looks...contented?)

Chloe: The consequences? The consequences of what? Of being able to do whatever I please? Without having to worry about (mockingly) what “dear old dad” would think? Or what St. Edra thinks? You have it all wrong sis. YOU sold out, the minute you let THEM dictate your life, YOU sold out and lost focus. You can be whoever you want. Edra, Edna, it doesn't matter. You deny who you are. Instead of fighting to bring me to your world.......join us dear sister, come play with us forever

Edra: I could give two shits about Dad and THEM. I care about only two things. About YOU. And two little girls in a cradle back on the mountain. They can grow up like we did...like you did...with the world being against them like you always said, or we can be there for them. So you wanna stay here with your friends and play your games and make amends for things that were never your fault in the first place, or do you want to grow up and do what you know is the right thing in your heart. Come back with me, get the help you need, then help me raise the next generation, and together we make them smarter, stronger, better together, because you know that between the two of us in this whole world there is NO ONE BETTER than YOU and ME! But know this. I don't go back without my sister. So its up to you. Which is the family you want to spend your life with. Moose and his Saints of Sinners, or me?

Chloe: (she glares at Edra with an evil grin) I am a martyr, a Saint of Sinners, and you will fear me in your death. The only one that matters is ME! You, dad, Sunny, Mary Lou and everyone else, turned your back on me. Everyone except ONE person...one AMAZING person...he never gave up on me. Edra, until you open your eyes and realize he has been the only one that has been right, the only one who has had our best interests at heart.......there IS something better than Power and Glory

Edra: This isn't about Power and Glory. This isn't about the Saints of Sinners. I don't fear you or your little gang. I don't fear death. I fear a life without the one that I spend nine months together in our mother's womb. I never gave up on you, Chloe...Clio. You ran away. You felt you had to prove something to someone other than me. I always loved you, Clio. I always believed in you. You are my blood, my sister. Moose believed in us, yes. More than our own Father, yes. But don't you see what's happening? No one is more important to me than our blood, our sisters. You'll turn your back on all of us and take up with a man who can't even co-exist with his own blood?

(The crowd becomes raucous with that line. Moose seems to seethe quietly, while Chloe becomes downright angry.)

Chloe: (angrily) Because like YOU, his blood doesn't understand how things work. They may be MY blood, but they are not MY responsibility. *I* am not giving up my life because Mary Lou got knocked up! Decisions have consequences Saint Edra. Let her suffer her choices. And you will suffer the consequences of your decisions if you continue down this road. I am warning you, go back. Go back to the mountain. go back to your donuts and soda, go back to being the mother that SHE can't seem to be. I am not you, I don't want your life. I know you, YOU don't want that either. You should be fighting WITH us, not AGAINST us. You can't save the world St. Edna, and you sure as hell can't save someone who does not wish to be saved

Edra: (remaining calm) We were never Dad's responsibility, remember. He took care of us long before he knew we were blood, because he knew it was the right thing to do. You think our life was rough? Imagine our life if Dad hadn't stepped up. You and I would never have known each other. We would be strangers. (Edra hesitates, then her tone changes to one of...bitterness?) Come to think of it, I think right now we are strangers. Because Family would never act like you are. All your life you've thought the world revolves around you. I had to bail your ass out of more bad decisions than the world knows about, including one night in Lawrence. I should have left you, let him have his way with you. Then you would be broken, a shell of yourself, and not this spoiled rotten destruct-o-matic that you are for Moose and the Saints. I'm GLAD you've become Chloe. Because you're not good enough to ever be a Cox. Truth is, right now you're not even woman enough to be a Neal.

(The crowd cheers and applauds, while Moose and Chloe just smirk)

Chloe: (smirking) I never asked for his help. I never asked for your help. I didn't need him, and I don't need you. I know who I can trust, I know who found me.....I know who saved me, and I know he is right. I am not a Neal, I am not a Cox, I am Chloe and the world will fear my name!

(Chloe stands defiantly in front of Edra, arms extended, daring her sister to hit her.)

Edra: (anger building in Edra's face and voice) This isn't over, little girl. The woman that I won the tag team titles with isn't you. She had talent. All you have is anger, hate, and bile. Fume over the anger, feed on the hate, choke on the bile. And soon, I'll take you back home, kicking and screaming. Whether it's to the mountain, or to our eternal home. All I know is I'm not leaving without you. Sooner or later, you'll learn the truth. No one fears you. They laugh. Because you're a joke, a shell of what you were. For now, play your game, be Moose's little play toy. One day, I'll take you back home, and you'll know what I'm saying is true. The two of us together are better than we'll ever be separately. But I AM better than you. In EVERY way, Chloe. Want proof, ask Sunny. I make her happier than you ever did. Bitch.

(The crowd Ooooooos and cheers as Chloe turns her back on Edra, still keeping the pose. Edra grabs her arm to turn her around, but Moose attacks her from behind and lays her out. They stand over her for a minute. Moose and Chloe lock eyes, and all the emotion drains from her face as Moose hands Chloe her branding iron. With fire and anger in her eyes, Chloe pulls Edna's head back and rakes the spikes across her face, drawing TONS of blood. Edna screams in pain, then Chloe pulls her up and hits a CHLOE CORKSCREW then wipes the blood off of Edna's face and wipes it all over her face and shirt. She walks to Moose, almost looking like she is going to cry, Moose just holds out his arms and Chloe hugs him while Moose laughs maniacally and we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

We transition to Darling Luxury Suite and Firewoman on the phone.

FW: Yes, I KNOW........look, she's got the talent, you know that......

*muffled voice on end of line*

FW: I will go to the ring with her, it'll be fine....

*MVoEoL*

FW: Yeah, he'll probably come out to join his protege and even the odds...I can handle him.....

*MVoEoL*

FW: No, he doesn't listen to me....but I know someone he MIGHT listen to......

*MVoEoL*

FW: Yeah, whatever....Look, that's the business she's in. They can't all be indie wrestling clinics, she's going to have to get in a few brawls....she's gonna get bloody a few times--

Firewoman is cut off as the muffled voice is louder. Fire pulls the phone away from her ear, then when the yelling stops, she brings the phone back to her ear, and talks with that quite scary angry voice people that are getting to erupt in a rage sometimes have.

FW: Look. This was YOUR idea. You said you trust me with her. You wanna change our arrangment, come get her. Otherwise, stay the fuck out of it. Don't think I've forgotten what went down earlier, either.

Fire slams the phone down, and then, true to form, throws it across the room where it of course shatters. She turns and Miranda is standing there having overheard everything.

FW: Oh...

M: How many of those do you go through in a given year?

FW: Um.....four or five......

M: Who was that?

FW: *sighing* Who do you think.

M: Oh....I don't want to go home.

FW: You aren't. And you won't. And you'll be fine, you're more than ready for a match like this. And Bill and Justin will...um....well, they'll be there.

M: ....

FW: ...

M: That's not exactly comforting.

FW: I know. It'll be fine.

FAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

Christian Carter and Jeremy Punswick is sitting in the back of Carter’s limo. Carter is just getting off his phone, and Puns is on his phone playing Candy Crush Saga.

JP: Son of a…This level sucks! Makes me want to throw my fucking phone!

CC: Yeah, stuck on level 65 myself. Anyways, we’re about there.

Just then, as if on cue; the limo stops. The driver gets out and opens the door for the men. Carter gets out and looks at the place they’ll be staying at.

CC: What in the hell is this place.

JP: Kansas dude…nothing is good in a few places…Iowa, Nebraska & Kansas. Too much corn and not enough of anything else.

CC: The Wyatt Earp Inn? Seriously?

JP: No five star hotels here rich boy! Moose and Chloe should already be here, and have our rooms.

CC: Just don’t get all historically on me. I know we are in Dodge City, but I don’t want to relive the Wild West.

Both men grab their luggage, and walk into the front of the inn. They get their keys, which is actual keys, that Moose left for them, and head to their respective rooms. Puns gets into his room, and Carters is right across from him. Carter opens the door, and looks around. A small room as it is, does have tv, a small fridge and other commodities, but Carter hasn’t been in a hotel like this since he was 13 with his dad.

He puts the bag down, and goes to open the bathroom door, when out of nowhere, he gets blind-sided. Alexander Darling starts wailing on Carter, as he puts his hands up to defend himself, but Darling is relentless.

AD: Come on you sick son of a bitch. You thought this was fun the other day!

Darling picks up Carter, and slams his head into a mirror, busting his head open. Carter, bleeding actually gets up and connects on a few punches, but Darling is too much for him. He connects on a European uppercut, and puts Carter in a choke hold, that puts the Saint out cold. Darling drops Carter, and goes to his luggage. He grabs the green cinch bag that Carter is known to have, and takes out he OOWF Intercontinental Championship.

AD: I believe this belongs to a friend of mine!

Carter starts to stagger up, and when he does, Darling connects with the title to Carter’s forhead, and blood is gushing everywhere! In the midst of the hit, the title flies out of Darling hand and under the bed. Darling didn’t see where it went because of the force he used it with. Just as he goes to look for it, a knock at the door is made. Not liking the odds that may take place, he tails it out of the small balcony, and down one story to the ground floor. In the room, Punswick is knocking on the door, and knows something is up. He calls down for the front desk to let him into Carter’s room, and when they finally get it open, the devestation is emense. He finds Carter, sitting upright, blood flowing from his head, laughing with his sinister laugh.

JP: What the fu…

He looks at Carter, who is very slow to get up, then falls down by the bed. He turns his head, and see’s the IC title under the bed, and grabs it. He hugs it with everything, as if a mother is consoling a lost child. Puns gets to his side.

JP: Come on…let’s get you to the ER!

He helps Carter up, and asks the hotel employee to get a towel or two, and to get another room ready for him when he gets back. He tells the man to put everything in his room across the hall. He looks at Carter.

JP: Who did this?

Carter looks at him, still clutching the IC Title.

CC: A friend.

Carter is still smiling, with that sinister smirk.

JP: Jason?

CC: Nope…a much recent friend…Alexander…Alexander Darling.

JP: Alright, let's get you to the hospital quick.

As he gets Carter, he gets on his phone and dials a number.

JP: Jack...we have a problem...

Camera fades as Puns explains what just happened.

[BookerShark]

FADE in at Dodge City Raceway Park. Sitting far up in the stands are Salvation: Ecosystem and The Crusher Stan Fulton. The local racetrack is rockin’ tonight. The stock cars have just finished and during a break in the noise...

E: “So what are they doing now?”

SF: “Well the first couple of heats of the stock cars are done and the modifieds are next.”

E: “I don’t understand any of this.”

SF: “I’ll explain later. Just sit back and have fun. We have a full day of training tomorrow before our pay-per-view match.”

E: “Sunday’s important Stan. We have a chance to become the number one contenders to the tag team championships and you can still bank your championship match for something else.”

SF: “We’ll be okay. We’re destined.”

The modified cars are out on the track and the loud noise precludes any conversation. When the next heat is done...

E: “So what are modifieds?”

SF: “Well, spotting a modified racecar is fairly easy. They’re very flat looking. Roof and sides. Usually slanted front ends. Some modifieds have the driver sitting right in the middle of the car, but these are IMCA-style. The driver’s on the left like in a normal car. And there are standard car parts that make up the chassis.”

E: “How do you know about these?”

SF: “I used to go to the dirt tracks every weekend growing up. There were three dirt tracks that raced on the weekends where I grew up. Superior, Wisconsin on Fridays, Ashland, Wisconsin, on Saturdays and then Proctor, Minnesota on Sundays. Probably contributed to the hearing problems I have now. Was about the only thing I enjoyed about my childhood.”

E: “You’re a complicated man, Stan.”

SF: “Naw. I’m just a northern redneck. I love NASCAR, pro wrestling and beer & brats.”

Fulton holds up one of each to prove his point.

SF: “Now, you. You’re a complicated man.”

E: “Perhaps. Perhaps I’m the least complicated person in the OOWF.”

The Joker waves at Eco from the pits where he’s currently the jackman on local driver Jesse Smith’s ICMA modified. Nice purple firesuit that he’s wearing.

E: “So, our opponents.”

SF: “Punswick and Carter. Frankly, I think we can dismiss them from a serious competition. They’re going to be there to hurt the rest of us and not worry about winning. Carter’s got issues with Alex and worrying about the Intercontinental Championship. He’ll barely be aware of the match. No, it’s the Murphys that worry me.”

E: “Powerful and relentless.”

SF: “And they still hold a grudge against me.”

E: “They haven’t gotten over that yet?”

SF: “Juni, when someone holds a grudge rarely is that ever let go completely.”

Eco looks at the Joker, who nods at Fulton as if in agreement. Then he drops the jack and Jesse Smith heads back out for the next heat.

SF: “We’ve been training like crazy for months. Tomorrow will hit the gym hard, do a film room spot in the afternoon and go out and prove to the world that we are the next tag team champions. Now, one more heat of the modifieds, then the sprint heats. The finals are after that.”

The extremely loud engine noise cuts off anything that Eco was going to say so he just sits back and watches as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

Fade in to a dimly lit restaurant. It's very romantic and CLEARLY very VERY expensive. Alexander Darling is sitting at a table, dressed in a tuxedo shirt that is open, a black tuxedo jacket, and presumable matching pants (they are under the table). Firewoman is sitting across from him, wearing a fairly simple black silk shirt, her hair swept over one ear with what looks to be a new sparkly hair clip, with red, orange, and yellow Swarovski crystals. It looks a little like this:

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It's a small table so they're sitting kind of close and smiling, talking, and laughing softly, appearing to be lost in their own little world. Suddenly a shadow falls over them.

Y2J: Hey you two!

They both look up jarred back to reality to see Chris Jericho standing there. Alexander's demeanor changes instantly, and it's not happy. Fire just looks surprised.

FW: Chris! What are you doing here?

Y2J: Passing through on the Fozzy tour and got tickets for the PPV Sunday. Thought I'd see how things are going.

He grabs a chair from another table and pulls it up, much to Alex's continued annoyance and Fire's surprise.

Y2J: Champagne eh?

AD: Yes. Expensive, too.

Y2J: I'll bet. Always the best for you, eh Alex?

At that moment the phone rings. It's Fire's.

AD: Seriously?

FW: It's Miranda. She's taking care of Opus and the ...look, she wouldn't call unless it was important. I'll be right back.

Fire gets up and starts to walk away, then turns back.

FW: Play nice.

It's not clear which one she's talking to, possibly both. She walks away again, and she's wearing a leather skirt, fishnets and black pumps. Both of them watch her walk away, which annoys Alex further, but they both plaster a smile on their face during this whole next exchange.

Y2J: Still lookin' good...but then I don't need to tell you that...although I could have, what with getting there first and all...

AD: So you think....say, how was that last match of yours...you lost right? Then a beatdown...by TWO new guys...

Y2J: *plastered smile and fake laughter as Fire looks through the window to check on them* I did, I did....say what's your record these days?

AD: Almost as bad as yours...did you win ANYTHING in this last run?

*plastered smiles and gritted teeth*

Y2J: I think I won one or two, and I think that's about the same as you during that time period...wait, no...maybe I won one more...

AD: Well, I guess Fire must have a thing for losers then.

Y2J: Ha, ha, ha, I guess she does.

Fire looks through the window again, sees them smiling, and waves. They wave back and she disappears again. Jericho's smile fades.

Y2J: Actually....she never did that.

AD: Did what?

Y2J: Smile. Not much...not really. It's too bad, she has a beautiful smile.

AD: Yeah, she does...

Y2J: It's funny...all the time we were together...I didn't know about her past, her family...I knew she didn't sleep much but she didn't talk so I didn't push it....

AD: *smile fading also* Oh....well, I didn't know much of that either until--

Y2J: But now that it's all out there, you guys talk about it right?

AD: Sometimes. She doesn't like to but she makes herself and--

Y2J: She never did that....Look, three years ago I wanted to kill you. I still don't like you.

AD: Feeling's mutual.

Y2J: But it's pretty clear to me how she feels. I suppose she tells you that too.

AD: ..........yes...not when the INCs are around, but--

Y2J: I never heard her say it. I don't think she really did. I think I was a means to an end, or maybe she thought she knew what it was....

AD: This is getting all weird and uncomfortable. I'm starting to feel bad for you.

Y2J: Heh...don't. I just want YOU to know that I sincerely mean it when I say Happy Anniversary.

AD: ....thanks.

Y2J: And you owe me a rematch at some point.

AD: Anytime.

Jericho gets up to leave, and it appears they consider shaking hands, but they don't. Jericho leaves and Firewoman comes back carrying a big box.

FW: Aw, did he leave?

AD: Please tell me you're not seriously disappointed...

Before Fire can answer another bottle of insanely expensive champagne arrives.

Waiter: Courtesy of Mr. Irvine.

FW: Wow!

AD: Thank you....

The waiter opens and pours.

AD: So what's in the box?

FW: Your present!!

AD: My present is seeing you in the skirt and hair doo-dad I bought you.

FW: Well, still....the third anniversary is the leather anniversary so--

AD: I know...I bought you the skirt.

FW: --just open it!

Alexander does, and pulls out a leather jacket. Kind of biker jacket style, but clearly more than that. It's got a leather Phoenix Rising symbol embossed on the back.

AD: Oh...wow....

FW: You can wear it on my bike, and be protected and awesome looking in it.

AD: Fire...*laughing*...I'm never riding your motorcycle again...

FW: Aw....

Alex's cell buzzes, and he looks at the text.

AD: Limo's here. Waiter? Can we get this champagne to go?

W: Of course sir.

FW: Aw, not already?

AD: We have our next stop to make.

Alex settles the bill. The waiter takes the box and Alexander stands and puts on his new leather jacket.

FW: Perfect...so where are we going?

AD: A little club I found...

FW: A....wait...what kind of club.

AD: The kind that is hard to find. YOUR kind of club.

Firewoman gets a wicked grin and licks her lips.

FW: No offense, Zan, but you aren't as good at finding the REAL--

AD: This is. Lexie helped me.

FW: Oh....*Fire's smile fades a little*...so, she meeting us there, or--

AD: Don't be silly. Just us. And whomever we find there, of course. Or just us.

FW: But...I mean, tonight's perfect already--

AD: Because like you said...It's the Leather Anniversary.

Fire's wicked smile returns, and Alex's matches hers. He grabs the champagne bottle and they walk out to the limo, get in, and drive off into the night.

[BookerShark]

The scene opens in the ER at the local hospital, where you see Moosehead Jack, Chloe, Stank, & OF Williams come running in. The catch the tail end of Carter getting 10 stitches into the gash in his forehead. As the doc gets ready to walk out he turns to Carter.

Dr: I'll be back in a bit to teat you for a concussion Mr. Carter. We may have to keep you overnight for observance.

He walks out as Jack comes up to Carter and Punswick and looks at Carter who seems a bit out of it then looks at Puns.

MHJ: Who did this?

JP: It was Darling!

Moose looks pissed. He reaches in his pocket and grabs his phone. He walks outside the room. And texts his sister.

I know your busy but tell your hubby he may not live to see your next anniversary.

Camera fades.

[BookerShark]

What do you want me to say?

The people I want to fight, I'm not fighting.

I continue to get punked and jumped by the biggest assholes in OOWF.

I'm tired of this shit! It seems I have to hold on to this hatred and anger for a bit longer on the inside.

Jason, you and me are boys, so i'm sure you know this is all business. Sorry if I hit you a bit too hard, bro!

Once I finally get a match with one of those sorry fucks that continue to disrespect me, i'm going to unleash hate that no man has ever witnessed in OOWF! I promise you all that!

My reign as OOWF Onslaught Champion, just became more violent!

[BookerShark]

(Chloe and the Saints – minus Christian Carter – return to their rooms at the Wyatt Earp Inn (a name that gives Chloe the shivers) and are met by an SFJ who steps up to Moose.)

SFJ: Moosehead Jack, what is the condition of Christian Carter.

Moose: Carter is doing well and will be 100% for Sunday's Pay Per View. I'm sure I speak for Stank and LD when I say they'll be the perfect number one contenders for their Tag Team Championships when we beat Tommy Wilder and Texpress Sunday at Bloody Frontiers in a Taipei Scaffold Ladder Match.

SFJ: Chloe, you're teaming with a pair who are not members of the Saints.

Moose: Only in name are the Draculs not Saints. They were instrumental in my return to the OOWF, and I am happy to see them team with someone more destructive than they are.

Chloe: Bill, Justin, and especially little Ellie May, I owe you. I owe you three for the humiliation you heaped on Clio the last time you were in the ring with her. You saw what I did to your old friend a couple of nights ago. The Draculs and I will leave you all in much the same shape. As for the...fresh meat....

SFJ: Firewoman says she's going to be there at ringside to keep Chloe from getting out of hand.

Chloe: (with a look of mock shock on her face) Really? Maybe there needs to be someone there at ringside with me...well, apart from the three Draculs. Jack?

Moose: (Smirking) Lisa, you always railed against the focus rooms and the hypnotism that this woman's father used. And yet, along the way you drugged yourself into submission with all your psychobabble mumbo jumbo. Now, Chloe is free. Free of all the restraints and the bonds that held her back.

Chloe: (A look of mocking grace on her face) I'm free. Thank you, Fire.

Moose: You saw what Chloe did to little Matty Folz this week, and how the Saints shredded Salvation two weeks ago. This woman will stop at nothing to destroy the White Hats. And it's all thanks to you, Fire.

Chloe: (An evil grin on her face) No, really, thank you Fire. I know how you always try to honor your Gods and Goddesses with sacrifices. I want to thank you for this offering you give me Sunday night at Bloody Frontiers. I promise you that your rookie will be undergoing a trial, not by fire, but by blood.

Moose: You started this, Fire.

Chloe: For all you did to Clio, your little Miranda will pay. In spades. You think I was rough on my alleged sister in Emporia? If I'll do that to family, Fire, just how far, how deep, how much will I – feed – my desire when it's your little rookie? Trust me, Fire. She will bleed.

(The Saints walk to their rooms as we see a car with blacked out lights pull up in front of the Wyatt Earp Inn, and three people appear to be dragging something heavy into the side door of the Inn as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Early morning at the Darling Luxury Suites and a sleepy Alexis Darling trods to the coffee pot. She turns to look to see an awake Alexander Darling reclining on the couch, and a sound asleep Firewoman nestled under his arm, his new leather coat draped over her like a blanket. They talk in whispers.

LD: Hey...when did you get in?

AD: About....um, 30 minutes ago.

LD: Nice night? *smiling*

AD: *smiling back* Very....

Lexie notices OOWF TV on mute but with the closed captioning across the bottom. She sees what Chloe and Moose are blathering on about.

LD: How did Fire start anything?

AD: Who knows...being born? Hard to tell with her brother.

LD: But Chloe--

AD: Is just puppeting what Moose tells her too.

LD: Poor Miranda---

AD: Will be just fine. Fire's not just been training her in wrestling.

LD: AAaaaaa good....

Looking at the empty champagne bottle.

LD: Wow, nice.

AD: It was a gift.

LD: I see that, there's a card underneath.

AD: Oh?

Alex tries to reach it, but can't without disturbing Firewoman. Lexie grabs it for him, hands it off, then gets her coffee and goes back to her room. Alex opens it and the ninja cam reads the card.

Just remember rule number one -- Y2J

Alex scowls at it and crumples it up. He checks the jacket to make sure it hasn't fallen off and then leans his head back and falls asleep.

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead walks up to the front door where two muscle bound men wearing black pants, shoes, and skin tight black t-shirts, stand on either side. They take one look at Ghost and allow him entry which mildly surprises the Death Knell. Ghosthead walks in and is immediately struck by all the rabble, and music, a hypnotic beat of new age electronica playing loudly throughout the entrance way. There are people paired off with one another in this small room, some of them wearing masks, others wearing nothing at all. A scantily clad woman walks over to Ghosthead and lays a hand on his chest. She moans and starts to unfasten the top button of his shirt, but Ghost grabs her wrist and pushes her hand away. The woman frowns momentarily, but then smiles and playfully wraps her hands up around his neck*

Woman - Whats the matter, honey? You don't want to play?

Ghost - I most certainly do not.

*Ghosthead places his hand on the woman's chest, just below her neck, pushes her up against a nearby wall with some force. The woman gasps, but then gives us her "O" face before melting into a smile of pure pleasure. Ghosthead scowls as he walks past the woman and makes his way through a small crowd of others in ecletic states of dress. Ghosthead makes his way down a hall, past rooms with varying sounds of pleasure and pain emanating from behind closed doors. A man smiles seductively at Ghosthead as he makes his way down the hall. He pats Ghost on his behind as the Death Knell passes. Ghosthead halts in his tracks and briefly considers murdering the individual. Instead he shuts his eyes and briefly recites a prayer, before resuming his walk down the dimly lit hall, the hypnotic beat of the music from the lobby area fading some. Soon he hears a familiar voice yelling out in a loud whisper.*

FW - Xan! C'mon! Where are you! ALEX!

*Firewoman rounds the corner and sees Ghosthead standing there.*

FW - What the- - Where's Alex?

Ghost - I have no idea where your husband is... perhaps in one of these rooms.

FW - How did you...? What are doing here?

Ghost - To think some have called me a freak. It saddens me Lisa Darling to find you giving in to your base desires in a place such as this.

FW - I'm not going to be judged by you of all people. I'm busy. I need to find Alex.

Ghost - I would speak with you, first.

FW - Get out of my way, Jared.

*Ghosthead eyes narrow with barely contained rage.*

Ghost - You will hear me first, lioness.

Firewoman's eyes flash with rage of her own, but quickly soften as her face brightens into a mock smile.

FW - Must be pretty important for you to risk following me in here.

Two more women walk past. One a blond dressed in a beautiful, long, form fitting, red dress, the other a brunette wearing nothing but a thong and glittery, star shaped, pasties. The blond places her hand seductively on Ghosthead's shoulder as she and her companion make their way past. Ghosthead doesn't move as he continues glaring at Firewoman who seems amused.*

FW - You should try giving in to your own "base" desires, Jared. Does wonders for stress I hear.

Ghost - My base desires would see every person here... dead.

*Firewoman's amusement fades.

FW - If that's what you're in to.

Ghost - Enough. Tomorrow we go into battle... and the stakes are more than you are aware. Danny Taylor..

FW - What about him?

Ghost - Ever since he...

*Ghosthead's lip trembles with anger as he tries to spit out his next words.*

Ghost - ... caused me to hurt my wife..

FW - Some would say you did that all your own.

Ghost - Some would.. to the detriment of their well being... nonetheless ever since then you have been attempting to bring Danny Taylor out of his darkness, by varying means.

FW - So? What is that to you?

Ghost - Everything.. I could not wait to tell you this later. It was important for me to speak with you before our match, and I did not think the opportunity would present itself after tonight. I need you to know...

FW - What?

Ghost - I need you to know that I agree with you.

FW -

Ghost -

FW - Will wonders never cease. What exactly are you agreeing with?

Ghost - We should pull Danny Taylor out of that darkness... You need to know that whatever I do.. I do towards that end.

FW - What the hells does that mean?

Ghost - You need Taylor to be... what do you call it...? a white hat? A bright white hat. Well... so do I.

FW -

Ghost - I wish you good fortune in your search for your husband.

*Ghosthead flashes a wicked grin, turns, and walks away as the camera cuts back on a somewhat confused looking Firewoman, the hypnotic music changing beats, as we fade to black.*

[BookerShark]

One of the numerous SFJ's are interviewing Tommy Wilder -

SFJ 33 1/3 - Tommy, tomorrow you and TexPress face Moosehead Jack, LD Williams and Stank at Bloody Frontiers PPV in a Taipei Taped Fist.... Bamboo Scaffold Match?

TW - That's what is says on the marquee!

SFJ - So... Do you still have the Championship?

TW - Nope. Never had the Championship. Moosie is the Champ. I was just hanging on to the hardware. That's back with the OOWF officials, so they can hang it up over 40' in the air! Think about it. 30' of bamboo scaffold, tied together with cord, with ladders at the top. Not too many people dig being that high up. Fewer enjoy it. Only one guy in the OOWF THRIVES on it.

SFJ - Now, about you joining TexPress...

TW - Eh.... Chad and Zane are amigos, that's a sure thing. Dudes remind me of my days with Cap and JW. I got their back, they got mine. Goes beyond the White Hats. But TexPress are their own thing. Now, I admit that I'm not exactly The Don when it comes to the business side of things, so I signed on with someone who hits all the right notes for my boys - I figure Bridgette can keep Bennett twisting like she does - well, I can't really go wrong!

SFJ - Anything else you want to add?

TW - Folks, get ready. This match is gonna have it all. Taped fists, a sociopath, a skate punk, Texans, Canadians, bamboo scaffolds, ladders, a dude with one name, title belts, and BIG AIR! Saints, get ready. This is gonna get crazy.


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[BookerShark]

(Scene: The basement of the Wyatt Earp Inn in Dodge City. Chloe is in the basement with a strange looking pump like contraption. The Draculs enter carrying their very heavy load. They drop their package in the chair, now obviously a person, and tie them into the chair. They pull off the hood to reveal...

Awesome Bill?

Chloe smiles and speaks.)

Hello, my old hillbilly friend. Sorry to take you away from your “training routine”. I remember back in the old days before a match you'd drink what, four, five gallons of that crap? Well, tonight you're gonna do lots of drinking.

(Chloe straps a contraption to Bill's face with a hose attached to the pump, and attaches a large can to the pump. Bill's eyes widen as he realizes what's in the can.)

Ten gallons of raw milk from the best Dairy farm in Western Kansas. Let's see how much of this you can down in the next two hours. Oh, better keep drinking. Drink...or drown. I'll be back in a bit. Keep an eye on him, boys.

(Chloe steps upstairs and time passes. Two hours later she comes back to the basement with what looks like fresh blood on her shirt. The Draculs are playing a game of Uno while keeping an eye on Bill. Chloe notices the pump is not running and Bill is sitting there, a glazed look in his wide-opened eyes. She steps over and grabs Vlad.)

Chloe: Why is the pump off?

Vlad: He finished it.

Chloe: Ten gallons of Raw Milk...in two hours? How is that possible?

(Chloe picks up the can and realizes it IS empty. She yanks the contraption off of Bill's mouth.)

ABFD: AH GODDA PEEEEE!

Chloe: (Slaps duct tape over his mouth) That'll teach you to be friendly with my alleged sister. Boys, drop him off at their stables.

(The OOWF logo spins and we get the dramatic Batman – from the 60’s show – music, and we see the Draculs dumping the body of Awesome Bill outside a barn where we see Drunkey and Drunkette grazing. They begin braying and kicking the side of the barn as the car with blacked out lights races away and we see Justin Sane come out. He walks over to his partner and rips the duct tape off Bill's mouth.)


ABFD: OWWWWW!

Justin: Hi Bill. Been at one of Firewoman's parties?

ABFD: AH GODDA PEEEEE!

Justin: Can I borrow five bucks?

ABFD: AH GODDA PEEEEEEEEE!

Ellie May: (Running outside) What happened?

ABFD: AH GODDA....Nevermind....

Ellie May: (Shaking her head and turning to Drunkey) Drag him over to the water trough and wash him off. Then bring him in. We'll find out what happened.

Drunkey: EEEE-Yaaahhh.

(Drunkey grabs Bill by the shirt and dunks him in the water trough and begins chewing the ropes off him. Ellie May turns to Justin.)

Ellie May: You got any ideas?

Justin: Can I borrow five bucks?

Ellie May: I mean about Bill.

Justin: (You see an expression of concentration on his face, then a nearby haystack explodes in flame) Oh, I think he was at one of Firewoman's kinky parties.

Ellie May: ENOUGH of the Minesweeper. Let's get inside and figure this out.

(Drunkey drags Bill inside and Justin and Ellie May follow as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos and Jason Allen are packing up after another day at the gym*

*An awkward silence has followed them the entire morning while working out. Jason knows Jos isn't mad at him, but is aware there's something up*

Jason: Your leg giving you trouble?

Jos: *Putting on his red shades and cleaning up* Nope.

Jason: Then what is it?

Jos: *Smirks while looking in the mirror of his locker* You don't wanna know.

Jason: Dude, stop being a pussy and tell me. I just wanna make sure you're good to go, tomorrow.

Jos: You'll find out tomorrow. *Slams locker Shut*

Jason: *slightly flustered* Are you serious?

Jos: Dude, I've got bigger shit on my mind, right now. I mean, i'm focused on our match, but I got something else to worry about too. Not a good feeling.

Jason: *Picks up bag and begins walking out the door* Well, don't think too hard or i'll be Spiral Tapping that ass on Sunday!

*As Jason walks out the door, Jos picks up his bags and heads towards the exit*

*He stops for a brief second after hearing something*

*BAM!*

*The door bursts open and Jeremy Punswick yakuza kicks Jos in the face!*

*Punswick starts to mount and pound on Jos, before the champ bucks him off!*

*They both wrestle for position until Punswick slams Jos' head into a locker, breaking his shades in the process. Jos slowly get's to one knee before Punswick kicks in Jos' head, denting the same locker.*

*Jeremy stands over the unconscious body of Amazing Jos*

Puns:*Whispers in Jos' ear* Wanted to make sure you were in shape for the BIG match, CHAMP!

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*We see Daniella Murphy slowly dribbling a basketball near the top of the key at an outdoor court, with a small crowd watching. She glances over to her brother, who finishes a conversation with 2 tall men and nods. She nods back, then takes off for the hoop and dunks with her right hand. DK picks up the ball and tosses it back to her. She goes back to where she began, then takes off and dunks lefty. The tall men shake their heads and hand cash to DK.*

Dee: Told you those guys never watched women's basketball.

DK: Who does?

*She throws a fast behind the back pass that he barely manages to catch before it would have hit him in the gut*

DK: Enough fun and games. We should head back and watch some more of Punswick and Carter's matches.

Dee: OK. We should also call dad. He's got to be excited about a Taipei match on the card.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman comes back from a run (how does she do that after such a busy weekend?) and is met by a breathless Miranda!

M: Chloe....Bill......

FW: Slow down...breathe....it's okay I saw.

M: But...he...she....they....

FW: Stop. Remember what we talked about?

M: Yes.

FW: Sometimes it's not enough to wrestle. Fancy flippy moves don't cut it. You'll have to be ready for anything and fight fire with fire.

M: ....

FW: ...

M: That's kinda funny, really....since she keeps acting like--

FW: I know. I'm laughing on the inside. But this is when that OTHER training we've been doing becomes important. You'll be fine. I'll be at ringside, just in case.

M: But what about Danny and Ghosthead? And Moose will come to ringside too and--

FW: I can handle them...don't worry about it.  Focus on your match. Now, I gotta shower...Alex awake?

M: Barely....

FW: *grinning* sounds about right.

Fade

[BookerShark]

<Moose, LD and Stank are sitting in the back getting ready for their match. Nothing much is being said, they just pull beer out of the cooler sitting in the center of the circle and down them. Finally Stank breaks the silence>

Sta: You going to the ring with Chloe and the Draculs?

MHJ: If Fire does, I will

Sta: You think she will?

MHJ: Of course she will, she doesn't have faith in her protege, or for that matter, her tag partners, former world tag team champions must not be good enough for her

LD: I thought we agreed we were going to leave Miranda out of this?

MHJ: She is there to protect Miranda, I am there to make sure she doesn't go after Chloe. Simple as that. If she stays in the back, I stay in the back. The kid is going to have to take her lumps at some point. Fire doesn't always get her way

<they sit in silence, drinking and taping>

LD: We have to keep an eye on this Carter thing. Alex can be dangerous

MHJ & Stank: Fuck him

LD: Your hatred of him aside, he is still Alex

MHJ: Yeah, the man that carved his wife up and kidnapped her for fun, then pulled a fucking swerve and got her drunk and married her out from under Jericho.....

LD: You still holding on to the notion that that was intentional?

MHJ: Marrying the world champ to keep her from kicking your ass every night? Oh no, how could that POSSIBLY benefit him?

<LD just shakes his head>

Sta: Beside, the boy hasn't been the same for a long time. My brother broke him

LD: This could be what fixes him

MHJ: Are you worried about Alexander Darling?

LD: <sighing> While I know both of you would run into a battle against an army armed with barbed wire and think you are going to come out unscathed, look at the facts here. there are six of us. Six. And while I would be glad to go to war with any of you at any time, the reality is this. We had Chad, Zane, Mai, Stan, DK, Daniella and Wilder as our main points of contention, our main rivals, with Fire kind of hanging back, and Danny in the twilight zone. Even without picking a fight, we didn't have numbers in our favor. You know damn well that while what Carter did was a bold step, getting Alex involved also brings in Alexis making the odds even LESS in our favor. And face it, Folz is right there too.......you should go to Bennett and give Folz his title shot

MHJ: Fuck Folz too

LDW: Look, when we win this, and we ARE going to win, things will be back the way they should be. Give him the shot, kick his ass, and then he goes back to the end of the line

<Moose just snarls at this>

Sta: Beside, we have the Draculs too. And Ember. The Black Hand is tearing it up in PHWF, every one of them could easily have our back up here

LD: <shaking his head> Moose, you have always said, one war at a time. Tonight, we need to make a statement.....

Sta: And that statement is going to be "Saints Send Texans and Wilder to the Morgue"

MHJ: <laughing> trust me

[BookerShark]

Mai is sitting atop an unidentified building, belt in lap. She runs her finger along the dust, quietly.

Mai: You may sin in three ways. You may sin against God. You may sin against others. You may sin against yourself.

Mai rises, belt on shoulder.

Mai: I may hate my prideful instincts...but Alexis, I will not sin against myself by denying my talents.

Today is my birthday, Alexis. I am 21 years old. And at this tender age of 21 years old, three years into my professional career, I have held this championship - the vaunted Intercontinental Championship - for one hundred and sixteen days. The fifth longest reign of all time, less than a week off of three and four. I have defended this championship against all comers - men and women, big and small, upstarts and veterans - and somehow, no one has stopped the little girl.

Now Alexis, I will not sin against you. I know your talents. A multi-time Tag Team Champion in this company, unafraid to put your life on the line to make a statement. You are hard because the world has made you hard. When you boast of being tougher than me, I have no reason to disbelieve you.

And yet, and yet...in your many years of experience...you have done less. I don't mean to be arrogant - I give all the credit and glory to God for what I have done - but even you know it is true that "For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven." (Ecc. 3:1)

I don't know if you will take my championship tonight. I know it will pain me deeply - on my birthday, no less - to lose the chance to stand as the third longest reigning champion of all time - or beyond.

But here's what I do know. At this point in time, any fall, any stumble, any loss to Alexis Darling will only be temporary. My acts have attested to my words. The children have a hero who will not lead them astray.

Today belongs to anyone.

Mai wanders forward as the rain begins to pour. She sings quietly as she walks toward the corner of the building.

"The sun on the meadow is summery warm.
The stag in the forest runs free.
But gather together to greet the storm."

Mai thrusts her championship in the air. Lightning strike.

"Tomorrow belongs to me!"

FADE