MidWeek Mayhem (12/11) Live! From Fearnot, Pennsyl

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Fearnot, Pennsylvania
December 11, 2013

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Salvation vs. Murphy's Law

Best of Seven Series Match 7: Stips TBA
ka vs. Texpress

Team Challenge Series - Winning Team Gets to Pick the Stips For the PPV 6 Man Match
Ghosthead vs. Christian Carter
Alexander Darling vs. Jose Reyna
Matt Folz vs. Jason Allen

Tommy Wilder Special Referee
Firewoman vs. Alexis Darling

Stank & Chloe vs. Miranda Williams & Mai Muyo
Danny Taylor vs. Chris Evans

card subject to Mike Tomlin interference

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*Murphy's Law are drinking Jamesons while watching the replay of Mayhem*

Daniella: That was a pretty good Call of the Wild.

DK: It was a damn good Call of the Wild!

*They clink glasses and toast "Slainte!" to each other*

Daniella: We get Salvation this week. We can up our game.

DK: I know what you really mean. Will I go Team From Down Under, or even Empty Team?

Daniella: That is the question.

DK: Well...

Daniella slaps DK on the chest.

DK: Awe!!!...What a rush!!!

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Firewoman is in medical getting her face tended to after Lexie's punch.

Med: Nose still isn't broken, so we'll just take care of that cut under your eye and--

Firewoman leaps on the gurney as she see's Lexie walking into the room.

LD: Fire, I'm so--

Her words are abruptly cut off by Fire's forearm against her throat, pinning her to the wall.

FW: Don't. What is that, payback for the Firestomp?

LD: You mean the one that made me lose the Intercontinental belt?

FW: Champion--

LD: No, Fire, it was an accident. You wanna be mad at someone, be mad at Joey Reyna.

At first, it does not appear that logic and reason will work, but then eventually, it does and Fire releases Lexie.

FW: I know.

LD: I'm sorry.

FW: I KNOW.

The two women stand there for a bit, and then Fire nods and goes back to the gurney. Lexie similarly nods and leaves.

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*Murphys Law are with Danny and Victor in the Destroyitarium*

DK: So, we understand things change a lot here, and Danny we also understand who you are, and we appreciate that very much...

DDT: *nods*

DK: But you are facing Chris Evans...

DVD: Dominic, we all know that. Are you and Daniella leading up to something?

Dee: Well, we know Danny is all about sportsmanship, but...*her eyes roll up and she gets a Jack of the Hinterlands expression*...RIP HIS HEAD OFF HIS NECK, GOUGE OUT HIS EYES AND...*

*DK shoves Daniella, and she comes back to reality*

Dee: Just wanted to wish you good luck.

*DK shrugs his shoulders*

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We see Matt Folz leaving a workout when a random SFJ comes up to him.

RSFJ: Matt, can I get a word about what happened last night?

MF: You saw it. Alexander Darling and Ghosthead were getting destroyed by the Suicide Kings. I generously ran down to help them, not because I like them, but because I hate the Kings. And what happens? How do Jared and Alex repay me for saving their asses? They turn around and attack me.

RSFJ: Wait a minute. Didn't you give Alexander Darling an Angle slam?

MF: After he threw the first punch. Am I not allowed to defend myself? And I did nothing to Ghosthead, never threw a punch at him, and yet he turned and kicked me for no reason.

RSFJ: Do you think the tension between Alexander, Ghosthead and yourself will damage your ability to function as a team at the upcoming Pay Per View?

MF: The hell are you talking about?

RSFJ: Do you think the 3 of you will be able to work as a unit during your match?

MF: What are you talking about? What match?

RSFJ: Um... Alexander Darling, Ghosthead and yourself against the Suicide Kings.

MF: Oh what the fuck? I'm not teaming with those two. This interview is over.

RSFJ: Wait, I still had more questions.

MF: I SAID THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER!

Folz walks away as we fade.

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(Edra enters Mary Lou's office. She looks like she's just come from a workout. She appears downhearted as she plops down on the couch. Mary Lou keeps on working at her computer and doesn't look up.)

Mary Lou: Tough workout?

Edra: It was...ok.

Mary Lou: Just OK?

Edra: I guess...

Mary Lou: What did Sunny have to say?

Edra: She didn't...

(A long silence passes between the two.)

Mary Lou: You know she wants to go home.

Edra: I thought this was home.

Mary Lou: You need to talk to her. Straighten things out.

Edra: How?

(Mary Lou looks upset, but then turns and looks straight at Edra.)

Mary Lou: Let's talk about this at dinner. Right now, how about returning some phone calls.

Edra: I have...calls?

Mary Lou: Sunny used to handle them for you until you...well, she's been busy. I think you should talk to these people.

Edra: (Downhearted) Sure, Mary Lou, why not.

Mary Lou: (Puts on her perky face) Sure, it'll be like it was. And later, we'll get all this settled, OK?

(Edra smiles half heartedly and walks out of the office. She turns and walks back into her late father's office where she hesitates for a moment before sitting in his old chair. She shakes her head then starts leafing through the messages. She sees one and blurts out “What the hell does she want?” before throwing it toward the trash can. She does the same with two or three others, some she sits aside as if they might merit consideration later. Finally she spots a message she wanted and picks up the phone and dials it.)

Edra: Hello, John Ross? It's Edra. Yes, thanks for the private number. Yes. You did? Nothing, huh? Stern warnings? Yeah, I know. Email? No I haven't. December 18th? Boring Maryland? Yeah, I can be there. Where at. In the email. OK. There's a what? OK, I'll check that out too. Thanks.

(Edra hangs up the phone and turns to the computer. It takes her a couple of tries to remember the password, but she gets into her email and finds the instructions about the meeting and prints them out. At the end of the email there's a link to a video. She sees her sister looking at a scrapbook that has pictures of the two of them in it. It cuts to the end of the WU match where Regulator Prime was begging The Saint to stop the beating of Power. Edra looks puzzled and restarts the video as we fade...)

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~~~ Chad & Zane stand in front of the OOWF Interview Banner ~~~

Chad: Game 7. Winner take all. One last match for all the marbles. Win or go home.

Zane: Win or go home?

Chad: Sorry, got carried away with the clichés there.

Zane: Understandable. This is that kind of match, where the clichés will actually be.. applicable.

Chad: Texpress vs kz. Best of Seven series penultimate confrontation. So LD, Jackie, you have to reach down deep once more and see if you can Measure Up.

Zane: No championships, no big check, no trophy. Wrestling for one thing, Bragging Rights.

Chad: You know, Jackie, when you go off and rant about the "Hypocrisy" of the White Hats, my name is usually the first you spit out. So how about this. When we beat you, you walk up to me, look me straight in the eye, shake my hand, and walk away Without a Single Word. Can you do that Jackie? Can you put your pride on the line like that? Could you admit, for even a second, that you under-estimated me? Because I can. I will. I've got the guts. Do you?

Zane: See, that's one of the differences between kz and Texpress. We win, and lose, with honor. We play within the rules. We Win within the rules. It's what we do. And come Wednesday night, Live, from Fearnot, Pennsylvania, (Huge Pop) We will win.. again.

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~~~ Bridgette walks into the Destroyitarium. She orders a martini from Ashley and makes her way to the first booth where DK and Daniella Murphy are sitting.

Daniella: Miss..Bridgette, isn't it?

Bridgette: Yes shug. Hope I'm not interrupting.

DK: No, we were just talking about our match

Bridgette: Zane & Chad are pulling for you two. It's be nice for someone to care about the Tag Team Championships again.

DK: We'll do our best.

Daniella: When we win, we'll look forward to defending them against your boys.

Bridgette: That would be a classic, for sure. Along those lines..

~~~ She pulls out a thumb drive and places it on the table. ~~~

Bridgette: Here is all of Zane's footage & notes on Stan & Junichiro.

Daniella: Thanks

DK: Vic tells me Zane's notes are some of the most detailed he's ever seen

Bridgette: They are. I hope you find something that helps you win, toodles!

~~~ She finishes her drink & sets the glass on the bar on her way out ~~~

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<SFJ13 walks up to Moose>

SFJ13: Did you see Chad's promo?

MHJ: No

SFJ13: He wants to know, if kz were to lose the final match, if you will shake his hand and walk away without saying a thing?

MHJ: Why the FUCK would I do that?

SFJ13: He says you accuse the White Hats of hypocrisy

MHJ: They ARE fucking hypocrites

SFJ13: Well, wouldn't not doing the honorable thing make you a hypocrite as well?

MHJ: <just staring at SFJ13 for a moment> That doesn't make an ounce of fucking sense. I have NEVER claimed to take the high road for anything. In fact, I have REPEATEDLY said that if there was a way to cheat to hurt someone, I would take it. I have NEVER disputed that, so, should we lose, and I shake that fucing idiot Chad's hand, THAT would make me a hypocrite. It will never happen

SFJ13: Are you guaranteeing a win?

MHJ: <smirking> What do you think?

SFJ13: Many think you continue to underestimate Texpress

MHJ: As they do us. Look, as a team, they are good enough. They have given LD and I all we want. Fine. But for them to sit there and act like they are head and shoulders above the rest of the OOWF tag teams? Fuck them. Arrogant pricks. Like I said before, if they want to call themselves the measuring sticks......ok, but boys, you better add a little something to that, you may be the measuring sticks.....of the tag team division but the Saints of Sinners are the goddamn measuring sticks........of the OOWF

trust me

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*Daniella and DK are looking at a laptop with Zane's footage and notes*

Dee: I thought Geno prepped hard!

DK: I have never seen such a detailed breakdown.

Dee: We have to use this knowledge!

DK: On the other hand, we could just rely on ...

Dee (eyes roll up, into Jack of the Hinterlands face): Fat Bastard, Joker Clown, prepare to die a painful death!!!!

DK: Or maybe we should look some more at Zane's notes

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(The location is one of the most rundown, seedy bars in Fearnot, PA. In a corner sits someone with four bottles and two glasses in front of them. As we approach we see it's Chloe Neal in a somber mood, with a bottle of Red Horse Beer, Drambuie, a bottle of Hiram Walker Creme De Banana Liqueur, and a bottle of Charbay Blood Orange Vodka. Chloe fills one glass with the beer, then pours random amounts of the three stronger alcohol in the second glass. She looks at the second glass, swirls it, lost in the mix of colors before slamming down the alcohol and following it with the beer. She shakes her head, belches loudly, then puts her head in her hands. She hears someone say,"You trying to kill yourself back here?" She looks up and sees Stank. She smiles and gestures at him to take a seat. )

Chloe: I'd offer you something to drink...

Stank: (Holding up a bottle of beer) I'm good. You OK? You never go out by yourself.

Chloe: I needed some time to myself, Mr. Mann. To think.

Stank: About our match this week.

Chloe: Some. But yeah, this match this week annoys me. No respect.

Stank: Respect? From who?

Chloe: From this fuckwad GM. I mean, YOU'RE a champion, I'M a Champion, and we're going against two little girls who think they're good.

Stank: Don't underestimate them

Chloe: I'm giving at least one of them more credit than she deserves. I've gotten into Mai's head and she can't outfight me now. Miranda's young and still learning.

Stank: (looking at Chloe, then sitting back and folding his arms across his chest) You admire Jack, right?

Chloe: (Blushes a bit in that little girl way) Yeah, sure. That's one way to put it.

Stank: One thing Jack will never do is underestimate someone. You think going into the match against them is just a normal day of wrestling, don't you?

Chloe: I am in Mai's head!

Stank: Moose told me something once, and it stuck. What's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly. Never, ever underestimate a wounded animal. That "fly"? That fly will fight for its very existence. You may be the spider, but you are not fighting for your life.

Chloe: (Realization and a bit of embarrassment crosses her face and she looks down)  Mr. Mann, I.....

Stank: So.....go in there and fight for your life. For the Saints.

Chloe: (beaming) I am a Saint of Sinners

Stank: You are a martyr.

Chloe: Baptized in the blood of the innocents, reborn and resurrected through the grace of Moosehead Jack! (Chloe gets an evil look in her eyes) This week, two little lambs are led to their slaughter.

(Chloe picks up the bottle of beer and chugs it down before skipping away laughing maniacally. Stank just watches her go, shaking his head)

Stank: I hope Jack..er, Moose... knows what he's created.

(Stank picks up the bottle of Charbay Blood Orange Vodka and examines it as we fade...)

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**Mai Muyo is sitting at a table at Ric’s. She had a cup in front of her, but mostly she’s staring off into space. Miranda comes in and gets a cup of coffee, then sits down across from her. Mai doesn’t seem to notice, and after a few moments Miranda snaps her fingers in front of Mai’s face.**

MM: “Oh. Hi.”

MW: “Nice to see you too partner.”

MM: “Sorry. Just…a little preoccupied.”

MW: “You saw Stank and Chloe.”

MM: “Yes, I did.”

MW: “Look, don’t worry about-”

MM: “But what if she’s right? What if she is in my head? When I wrestle her I do things that…aren’t me”

MW: “If you do them, they are you.”

MM: “They shouldn’t be.”

MW: “My Grandmother always told me that everyone has some amount of darkness in them. You can hide it, you can ignore it, you can even bury it for a while. But sooner of later it’ll break out and if you fight it it’ll consume you. The key is to embrace it, use it as a tool. That way you can maintain control of it.”

MM: “-”

MW: “Just a thought.”

MM: “How old are you?”

MW: “Nineteen.”

MM: “And your grandmother always told you that.”

MW: “Yep”

MM: “Since when?“

MW: “The first time was…the first day of kindergarten, I think.”

MM: “…you’ve led an interesting life.”

MW: <smiling> “You have no idea.”

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~~~ Mai gets up to leave & Chad sits down in her place ~~~

Chad: Been looking for you. Feel like dinner tonight?

Miranda: Sure. What do you have in mind?

Chad: There's not much around here, but Philadelphia isn't that far out. Was thinking we try Pat's & Gino's and decide which has the best cheesesteak for ourselves.

Miranda: Sounds good.

Chad: So...... I overheard a little of that.

Miranda: It's true, you know.

Chad: Oh I don't care about that, I was just wondering.... how does Mrs. Williams react to being called Granny?

~~~ Miranda stops, puts her mug on the table, and stares intensely at Chad ~~~

Miranda: .... you don't want to find out.

Chad: I'm sure I don't. Meet me in the parking lot in an hour?

~~~ Miranda nods and sips her coffee ~~~

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**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams in the Hallway of Random Interviews.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., Chad Madison had harsh words for kHz this week. He-”

LDW: “Actually, Chad had harsh words for Moose. Unless their looking down their noses and accusing me of spitting on my legacy, Texpress doesn’t have a whole lot to say to me.”

SFJ#47: “To be fair, you haven’t had a lot to say to them during this series either.”

LDW: “…you want me to talk to Texpress? Fine. Chad, Zane, you can talk about bragging rights all you like. Much like your claims of being measuring sticks, it’s meaningless. If you beat us, you will proclaim form the rooftops that you are better than us. You’ll make demands for handshakes and admissions and apologies. If you don’t beat us, you’ll find every reason in the book why it doesn’t count and why it doesn’t mean anything. And you are supposedly the good guys.”

SFJ#47: “So if they win you won’t shake their hands?”

LDW: “Sure I will. I’ll happily admit they beat us, just like Chad beat me last week. I have no problem giving respect where it’s due. Moose? Not so much. But, like Moose says, we’re honest about it. We do exactly what we say we will. If Chad and Zane really want to prove something, then win or lose they’ll act like the White Hats they claim to be. Personally, I don’t see it happening.”

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Firewoman is sitting in the Darling Luxury Suites. So is Alex. Fire is watching coverage of World Cup skiing. Alex is...not. Reading stuff or something. Not really paying attention.

FW: Xan....

AD: Fire...

FW: You've been skiing before, right?

AD: What makes you say that?

FW: 'Cos that's like a rich person's thing.

AD: Generalize much?

FW: Am I right?

AD: ......okay, yeah, but--

FW: We should go.

Alex looks up for the first time, and sees what she is watching...and just sighs.

AD: Sure, there's some skiing around here I think....I thought I saw in the hotel lobby there was cross country and--

FW: There aren't big mountains here.

AD: Well, no, but there are still mountains and....um.....Well, Fire, have YOU ever skied before?

FW: Not a lot of skiing in the hood, Xan.

AD: So...you've never gone.

FW: Nope, but how hard can it be?

Alex tries to stifle a smirk.

AD: Fine, we'll see if we can fit it in.

FW: Good. If not, maybe we can head home, where it's warm. I'm tired of winter already.

AD: We can't afford to fly home in between shows every week, Fire....besides....um...if you don't like the cold, I'm not sure skiing is for you....what are you doing?

Fire has her non-sponsored tablet.

FW: Googling for skis and stuff. Can I have the credit card?

Alex just sighs as we faaaaaaaaaaaaade.

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~~~ LD turns around and runs into Zane Myers, who stands there holding an aluminum bat The RNSFJ scurries off. ~~~

Zane: Act like a White Hat? If I Didn't act like one, I'd have hit you from behind with this. (Tosses it aside) See, the thing is we ARE who we say we are. When someone beats us Clean, we say so. The problem is, it doesn't happen all that often. You and Moose have done it 3 times lately. That's quite an accomplishment. Did we deny or complain? No. We went about the business of winning th3 next match. That's what a "White Hat" does. Win, or lose, with honor. You should know, because like it or not, you were one when you fought alongside Danny & Lobo against the New Guard. Remember that LD? Remember fighting for the honor of Outback Jack? We were on your side then against Evans and company.

LD:..I

Zane: (cuts him off) I know who you really are. LD. And to see you stand here and try and justify the things you and Moose do is sickening. You're a two-faced jackass. At least Moose is who he says he is. I can respect that. I don't like it, but there is a begrudging respect. You? I have NO respect for. You are beneath contempt. And THAT'S why you don't get mentioned. That's why Moose's name is the first one out of our mouths. You aren't worth it. ~~~

Zane walks past LD, and they give each other the stiff shoulder. They bump hard, then both then spin around, either to attack or fend one off and stare each other down.... But by this time, enough Backstage Security is around to keep things calm-ish and we fade... ~~~

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<as Zane pushes past LD and heads down the hall, Moose steps out of the shadows. Zane quickly looks over his shoulder to see if LD is coming....he is, but casually walking, not running up for an attack. Chad turns back to Moose who blows cigar smoke in his face>

MHJ: Smirking. so, you have no respect for my partner Mr. White Hat

ZM: None

MHJ: You just don't get it do you? You have no respect for LD because he is a fucking human being

ZM: What are you talking about?

MHJ: You idiot White Hats have this ridiculous notion of "honesty" and how people should act. You and your idiot "brother" deny yourselves to please those moron mouthbreather fans. You criticize LD because he has changing alliances? Life is not black and white. LD does what he needs to do when he needs to do it, and last I checked you and Chad were CERTAINLY in no position to fucking judge ANYONE'S motives.....or, as usual, was Run DEA something different? Seems to me that you had a pretty fucking loose moral code back then too

ZM: <now realizing that LD is behind him and its two on one> We do our talking in the ring. You keep bringing up ancient history Moose.....this is about Texpress vs. kz, not DEA vs. the Saints

<Moose and LD smirk and Zane backs away, making sure not to take his eyes off either Moose or LD>

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Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro sit at a table at the back of the Destroyatorium, they both say nothing and are just eyeing each other. Danny raises an eyebrow.

DVD: You thought I was going to a dark place and asked me to step away for a bit, so I did.

Danny nods towards him, and Victor shakes his head no.

DVD: That was the deal, I step back, you don't ask questions.

Danny's eyes narrow.

DVD: Don't give me that. You may think you are looking out for me, but I don't need to be looked out for anymore.

Danny frowns.

DVD: You need to focus on the in ring stuff. Dee was right, you need to give it to Evans.

Danny leans forward, and again raises an eyebrow.

DVD: Oh, I know Evans really hasn't done much of note of late, but the history is there. You put a definitive beat down on him, and that makes a statement.

Danny crosses his arms, and frowns deeply.

DVD: I'm not saying bash his skull in with a chair. I'm saying beat him quickly, and powerfully. Remind the saints and the kings and ghosthead who you are, and what you can do. Open the show by reminding everyone just what you bring to it. Be the example in the ring for those two over there (Vic motions to the Murphy's)and then be proud when they win the tag titles back for Drink and Destroy.

For the first time in this conversation, Danny smiles. He reaches over and does a knucklebump with Vic before standing and heading over to talk with the Murphy's. Victor leans back, and the smile on his face turns to a more stern look.

DVD: You be the shining example in the light, and I will traverse the dark and make sure that all our enemies pay for their crimes.

FADE

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*Poconos Resort Ski Cabin*

Alexander Darling and Firewoman enter a cabin and toss a set of skis and other equipment off to the side.

Fire: Why were there no bunnies?

Alexander: *taking a deep breath* Because it's just a term for beginner hill.

Fire: Why not call it that then?

Alexander: You'll have to ask the ski king.

Fire: Can you get me his number?

Alexander: It's in my bag. Why don't you go look for it and get ready for dinner. I see a ninja cam nearby and I want to do some promotificating.

Fire: Sounds good dear. Skiing was a lot of fun. Thank you.

Alex just nods as Fire heads into the bedroom to look for the "ski king" phone number. Alex heads outside to a beautiful snowfall and breaths in the crisp air.

Alex: A couple years back, I had a feeling that something bad was on the horizon and I used the term "Winter Is Coming." It never came to pass as I expected but then what does? Life is all about taking the curveballs and knowing how to handle them. The best athletes in the world can come up and face that curveball and it freezes them. I've seen it happen across all sports and I've seen it happen in this very sport. My life in this business has seemingly been nothing but curveballs. Turned on by fans just a stone's throw from here, I used that and reinvented myself in Japan. I became a minion in Japan and turned that around by becoming the very best wrestler in the country. Not just best gaijin, but best wrestler in the entire country and I spit on that legacy.

Mistake or not...regret it or not, it doesn't matter because it was the decision I made and it brought me to the OOWF. A place where I've been the most hated guy in a company that consisted of Moosehead Jack among others and a place where I've been the conquering hero when I toppled the Five. I've been a champion, a friend, an entrepreneur, a brother, an enforcer, a leader, and a husband and none of it happened how I expected it to. And then the biggest curveball I faced was thrown at me when I fell from a ring that felt like it was a mile above the ground.

It changed everything and yet, it changes nothing.

Ghosthead is my "ally" in this battle with the Kings. And Matt Folz...what can I say about Matt...he's always seconds away from grasping his every desire and yet it's always out of reach. But these men are the ones I am going into this fight with the Suicide Kings with. And the thing about the Suicide Kings is that they are everything I always thought I'd be. Cocky, arrogant, the world in my hand ready to be reshaped by how I saw fit and yet I oppose them and stand side by side with two men I'd rather watch crumble under the weight of my boot. But that's not the pitch I was thrown. Yes, it's another curveball.

But if there's one thing I have shown, it's that I'm a master of adapting to my circumstances. So, for this week, I will oppose Jose Reyna and we will steal the show because that's what we're capable of. And win or lose, whether my allies win or lose, it won't really change what happens when we step foot into the ring at New Year's Evil. A show where I've become World Champion before. It won't be a new world for the Suicide Kings and it won't even be Ghosthead's world. And Matt Folz still has a lot to prove to even belong in that conversation. What will happen at New Years Evil is the world, and specifically the OOWF will once again realize and remember that this is and always has been MY WORLD. Because I'm back and I'm still Alexander Darling, and well, you're just not.

*Fade*

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The scene opens in the parking lot of the Ritz Carlton in Los Angeles, CA. There there we see a Huge limo pull up to the front doors. The Driver gets out and goest to the back to open the door. Out of the Limo steps out None other than, Jose Reyna JR., Christian Carter and Jason Allen. All three men proceed to inside the building and up to the front desk.

Desk Clerk:

Gentlemen, Welcome to the Ritz Carlton Hotel and Suites. We have Been expecting you. Mr. Carter we have the Presidential Suite Ready for you to Kick back and Relax. Mr. Reyna we have the JFK Suite ready for you as you requested, and Mr. Allen we have the Hollywood Suite ready for you as well. Is there anything else I can assist you Gentlemen with?

Allen:

As a matter of fact yes. The crew with all the cameras and cords and everything like that by the front door. Tell them they need to be in the Hollywood Suite in 20 Minutes, or they won't get an Interview.

Desk Clerk:

Yes Sir

~20 Minutes Later~

The Camera zooms on the door of the Hollywood Suite. Madison Fortune Knocks. A few seconds later Jose Reyna JR. opens the door and escorts them through the suite to what looks like a conference area. There we see Carter and Allen sitting at the Table as Reyna joins them. Madison Fortune walks back into camera view and begins.

Madison Fortune:

Jason tomorrow night you face Matt Fol....

Allen Cuts her off

Allen:

Madison No disrespect but you really dont need to be conducting a interview with us. We can get our point across without your help. So if you could please do me a small favor and go back behind your camera crew and just listen and just let us do the talking, Please and Thank you.

Madsion:

Yeah Sure thing.

Madison gets up from the table and walks out of Camera View. The camera still focused on Allen as he looks at the other two nodds then begins.

Allen:

Tomorrow Morning after a very important business meeting this evening the three of us are going to get in the privite jet and fly from the beautiful Los Angeles, California to the snowy weather of Fearnot, Pennsylvania. The only reason is because we have business to attend that night. I have Matt Folz, Carter has Ghosthead and Jr. Here has Alexander Darling, so that we have the right to pick a Stipulation in the 6 man tag match at the PPV. Not it seems to me there is a little friction in trusting your partners there Folzie. Believe me I know what you are going through. Hell Carter is my brother and I have a lot of trust issues with him, but we put those differences aside and built those bridges. We got over those issues, as well as Jose has too. But the faccto of the matter is this Folz, you and Ghost where at the wrong place at the wrong time, then you stuck your nose in our business again, Wrong move Goatcheese. But FEARNOT, because after this Wednesday and the PPV, you three are just the first of many stepping stones for the Suicide Kings.

Allen Looks over to Reyna as he begins to speak.

Reyna, JR:

That's right. Darling I have you in my sights. This is the time of the Suicide Kings. You wanna say that this is your world. Son this is Our World and there is no room for you in it. You say your back and your still Alexander Darling. Where did you go? We have always been here old man, and there is no way in hell that we are going to let you ruin our plans. Your Alexander Darling and well, I'm just not. Your exactly right I'm Jose Reyna and tomorrow Night you will see just how Amazing I can be.

Carter looks at Jose and talks.

Carter:

Hey you didn't throw up.

Reyna, JR:

I've been practic.... oh shit...

Reyna gets up from the table and you hear him Hurling in the bathroom...

Allen:

Really in my Room?

Reyna walks back into the room

Reyna, JR:

Sorry...

Carter:

Oh well.

Carter Turns back to the camera and begins talking.

Carter:

Like my brother just said, tomorrow morning we leave this am....

Looks over at Reyna then back into the camera

Carter:

Wonderful city to the Town of Fearnot, PA. In the case of OOWF, you should fear us, We are here for a reaason, not because we want to be, but there is a reason behind all this anger and madness you see in us. For one Jason Allen is tired of being a posterboy, and Reyna is tired of you skipping over him. and Me well, I just hate everyone that thinks they are better then me, when deep down you know your not. Tomorrow the Stips will be choosen and at the PPV the War with OOWF is just beginning. OOWF I highly suggest that you stay out of the way. Because we will cause Chaos and Havoc if you don't. This is your one and only warning, because after that well...

Allen:

You will have committed Career Suicide.

All three men get up and head toward the door as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

We see Alex and Fire in their cabin in the Poconos. They're sitting in front of a roaring fire having a drink before dinner when they hear a knock on the door. Alexander goes to open it and sees a Fed Ex Guy.

FEG: Hi, I have a package here for an Alexander Darling and a Lisa Quinn Darling.

AD: I'm Alexander Darling.

FEG: Sign here please.

Alex signs and the Fed Ex Guy hands the package over.

FEG: Have a nice evening.

AD: Thank you, you too.

Alex takes the package back to the couch as Fire looks at it.

FW: What's that?

AD: I have no idea.

FW: Well, who's it from?

Alex looks for a return address and then glares.

AD: Folz.

FW: Why would he send us anything?

They open the package to reveal a case of Cinnamon Raisin English Muffins, an expensive bottle of Jameson's, and 6 huge Omaha Steak Ribeyes.

FW: That's unusually nice of him. Oh, look, there's a note too.

"Please don't think that this means I like either of you, that couldn't be any further from the truth. But you both did a tremendous favor for me the night of my bachelor party, this is my thank you for both that and for Fire's wedding gift.

Alex, you don't like me and I can't particularly stand you. We both dislike Ghosthead because we each believe we should be World Champion, and he in turn doesn't like us because we covet what he has. None of these facts are going to change. But there are two things that we can all agree on: 1. We cannot stand the Suicide Kings and 2. Fighting a war on all sides is fucking stupid. So this is what I propose: not an alliance, not working out together or watching tape or any of that, but a temporary cease fire. From now until the end of the Pay Per View, we stop sniping at each other during promos, stop attacking each other in the ring, and come to one another's aid if the Suicide Kings attack us. I've also sent Jared a version of this letter. If you two agree, great. If you don't, and can't see the wisdom in this, then fuck you both. It's up to you.

Good luck in your match tomorrow,
Matthew Robert Folz."

FW: I don't like him anymore than you do, but he does have a point.

AD: Maybe, I'm going to have to think this over.

Alex grabs the bottle of Jameson's as we FADE

[BookerShark]

*Jose Reyna walks, backstage, down the halls of the Fearnot Arena*

*He wears a black suit, black tie, red shirt, aviator shades*

*Bags are at hand but there's something missing*

*Suddenly it's apparent that he's missing HIS LBCW World Title*

*As he strolls down the halls looking for the Suicide Kings Locker Room, he spots Alexis Darling speaking to a production manager*

*Jose stops in his tracks*

Jose: Tell your brother something.

*Alexis is caught off guard and turns around quickly, ready to throw down*

Jose: Tell Alexander i'm sorry. I'm going to feel terrible for the acts of violence I am going to commit during our match tonight and I want him to know in advance that I apologize.

Alexis: Your cheap smack talk isn't intimidating anybody, Jos.

Jose: *Grins and raises hand gently to Alexis' face* *Out of fear, Alexis slaps his hand away and takes a few steps backwards* Dear Alexis, if you thought I was dangerous before, wait til you see how dangerous I am now that I have nothing left to lose. That LBCW title was my everything.... I feel like I just got my heart ripped out and taken from me. I want your brother to understand i'm going to make him feel my pain. I'm going to tear his heart out and then i'm going to crush it in front of his eyes. And when I'm done, i'm going to burn the rest of the OOWF and make sure everyone feels... my... pain... Think you can give him that message?

Alexis: *eyes widen in surprise and then smiles* Too long of a message, why don't you tell him yourself?

Jose: *Grins* Fair enough... How about you send him this message then?! 

*At that moment Jose raises his right fist to swing when suddenly a hand catches his arm and swings him around*

Alexander: Feel this pain.... 

*BAM!*

*Alexander Darling decks Jose so hard he flies back and stumbles over a snack table, dropping everything.*

*Alexander steps in front of Lexie, shielding her, ready to throw down* 

*Jose gets up, covered in dip, punch and other food*


Jose: *takes a look at sleeves and jacket* Biiiiittttch!?  You done fucked up! I'm about to wreck on both you hoe's! *Stops for a second and realizes what he just said* Wait a goddamn, minute! *thinks for a few seconds* Oh shit! Jos is back baby! Amazing Jos is back!


*Alexander and Alexis are not sure what to make of this situation*


Alexander: What are you talking about? What's going on?



Jos: You scrambled my brain when you hit me with that sledgehammer last time! I think when you punched me in the face right now, you hit me so hard, you reversed the effects! I'm cured, bitch!


Alexander: So now what? We cool?

Jos: Gurrrrl, please! I give no shits right now! I'm cured! *Slips on a cupcake, flies in the air and lands on his head*

*Alexander and Lexie run up to Jos and check on him*

Alexis: Jos! You Ok?!

*Amazing Jos looks dizzy and disoriented but gives a thumbs up*

Alexander:  Thank god you're alive. You slammed your head pretty bad. It's a miracle you're ok. That was...

Alexis: "Amazing!"

*BLEHHHH!!!*


*Jose projectile vomits on both Alexander and Alexis. Both stand in silence for a seconds*

Jose: My apologies, good chums. What just happened? My memory seems to be a bit hazy at the moment.

Alexander: Nothing Jos... See you in the ring, you sick son of a bitch! 

*Both Darlings walk away in disgust as Jose sits there, wondering why he's covered in assorted dips and punch*
 

[BookerShark]

Much later, after a bunch of showers and the burning of vomit-covered clothing, we are in the Darling Luxury Suites with Lexie, Firewoman, and Miranda.

M: So..you guys are okay with each other, right?

FW: What?

LD: Why wouldn't we be?

M: Well, Firewoman firestomped you two matches ago.

Lexie glares a little bit at Fire.

M: And Lexie punched you in the face.

LD: Accidentally.

FW: Right. Totally.

But Fire glares just a little bit at Lexie.

M: And now--

LD: Now we show them what made us IWA and Shimmer tag team champions.

FW: Exactly. And Lexie finally will have to admit I'm better.

LD: I think you have that backwards.

M: Uh....guys?

FW: Right...I will finally show Lexie that I'm better. That's less backwards.

LD: No, Fire will finally learn her place in the scheme of things--

FW: Oh, trust me, Fire knows her place.

LD: What the hell does that mean?

FW: You know what it--

M: GUYS!

FW: Miranda...you need to learn one thing, if you've learned NOTHING else from me and Davin...and to a lesser extent your father.

LD: A very lesser extent.

Fire and Lexie giggle

FW: To coin a phrase, I'm the best in the world at what I do.

LD: Yeah, Alex is going to like that.

FW: *shrug* He'll get over it.

LD: And you're not. You're pretty good...I'd put you at ... Hm... the SECOND best female wrestler in the world. After me.

FW: Please...

M: I don't get it.

FW: Miranda...what we do...all of us, not just in this room, but in this company, and in this industry...you HAVE to believe every single night that you are the best wrestler in the world, stepping into that ring. Not just think it...not just say it...you have to OWN it. KNOW it with every fiber of your being.

LD: Wrestlers have egos, that's for sure, but that's not just because of the cheers and adulations and all that. It's because to NOT have that ego...that's when bad things happen. You can get hurt.

FW: Or worse.

LD: ...

FW: ...

M: Oh...so....

FW: Start with what you know. Like tonight. You and Mai have at least two advantages over Stank and ... what's her name again?

LD: *eyeroll* Chloe, is her name, this week.

FW: Right....

M: Well, we're both younger than Stank.

LD: And thinner...

FW: Hey, he's in great shape!

LD: *giggling* Round is a shape.

FW: You've been hanging around Davin too long.

M: But we're not younger or in better shape than Chloe.

LD: No, but you are saner. And while she thinks that makes her more dangerous, if worked correctly, that makes her easier to take down.

M: Really?

LD: So you start with that, and build it up in your head until you are UNSTOPPABLE. You could totally powerslam Stank if you wanted to. And win. One two three.

FW: If you go in there with any doubts at all, you'll be tapping out or counting the ceiling lights before the echo of the opening bell fades.

M: Hmmm....okay. I'll think about it.

LD: Good. Then you can console Fire on her loss.

FW: I'm not losing.

Alex comes in at that moment.

FW: Oh, honey, the Ski King says thank you.

AD: Huh?

FW: I did what you suggested. There was this guy in the lounge and I asked if he was the Ski King. He said yes, so I asked him about the rabbits.

LD: I think you called them "bunnies" before.

FW: He said there were rabbits but they all died! Hunters! Isn't that sad! He said they didn't even eat them, they just took their furs and left the naked bodies on the snow!! I almost cried!

AD: Uh....huh.....

Alex is trying not to hide his amusement.

FW: I felt so bad...so I told him that we'd gladly help him out.

AD: Wait...what? Help him out how?

Alex is suddenly no longer amused.

FW: He's going to name the bunny hill after us!

AD: Fire...what did you do?

FW: I did like the LEAST anyone could do.

AD: Fire....

FW: I bought rabbits!

AD: You....how many?

FW: Um....enough to repopulate the bunny hill. I figured 25 pairs should do it.

AD: Twen....you bought FIFTY RABBITS!

FW: Yep!

Fire looks deliriously happy and pleased with herself. Miranda and Lexie are trying really hard not to laugh, but failing. Alex looks like he's going to be ill.

AD: Well...okay...How much could fifty rabbits cost?

FW: Well, I found some for like five bucks each, but I thought they didn't seem really hardy and might just die of the cold. That wouldn't be good.

AD: No, I guess not.

FW: So I got the top of the line...They were like $500 a piece.

AD: Five hundred....times 50.....that's--

FW: 25,000 dollars.

AD: 25,000 dollars.

FW: Plus tax.

AD: Right.

FW: And shipping.

AD: Of course.

FW: And, then a caretaker to look after them, I thought we'd start a fund for that so I went to the bank and--

AD: Fire.

FW: Although caretaker is kind of a crappy name, so I called it a "rabbit valet."

AD: Fire.

FW: Yes?

AD: *sighs* Who did you give all this money to?

FW: Oh, I just handed the Ski King a cashier's check.

AD: For 25,000 dollars.

FW: Plus tax--

AD: Right and shipping. And to pay for a--

FW: Rabbit valet.

AD: Right....Fire....*Alex rubs his temples.*

FW: What's the matter...do you have a headache?

AD: Kind of....Fire...There's no such thing as a Ski King.

FW: No?

AD: No...I only said that to get you to shut up about the rabbits.

FW: Wait....

AD: So I don't know who you gave the money to, but he's just a con artist.

FW: But--

At this, Miranda and Lexie can no longer contain themselves and practically fall out of their chairs laughing.

FW: Oh....well, there's one another thing.

AD: Of course there is. Did you get the rabbits an Escalade to travel around in? With a chauffer? Little fur coats so they wouldn't be cold?

FW: No, but those are good ideas...except they already have fur--

AD: Of course they are. What, then?

FW: I know there's no such thing as a Ski King.

AD: You....wait, you do?

FW: Yes.

AD: So who did you give--

FW: No one. I made it up.

AD: So no--

FW: No 25 matched sets of $500 rabbits. No tax. No shipping. No rabbit valet.

Miranda and Lexie can't breathe.

AD: ....

FW: ....

AD: Why?

FW: Because NOW who's the gullible one?

Fire angrily storms away. Alexander shakes his head and then looks at Miranda and Lexie who appear to be gaining some control over themselves.

M: Wow, she's GOOD! She had you going!

LD: That's my sister in law.

AD: I'm glad you two were amused.

LD: Oh, brother dear, I can't say that I blame you. I mean, she was the one who was disappointed that chocolate diamonds weren't actually chocolate.

M: Although they should be.

LD: Well, true...

AD: I believe I shall go try to smooth things over.

M: Good luck.

LD: Tell her to get over it. I'd like to beat her in a decent match.

FW: *from the other room* In your dreams, Lexie!

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

(Chloe enters the arena, her t-shirt splattered with fresh blood. She appears lost in though with a sad look on her face. She rounds a corner and sees Bishop Blaise. He braces himself for an attack but Chloe walks by him. He exhales, shakes his head, and turns to walk off. Chloe turns and jumps on Bishop Blaise, ramming his head into the wall from one side to the other, and quickly Bishop is a mess. Chloe picks him up...Corkscrew. She covers him, the referee appears for the 1, 2, 3.)

Winner and still DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion – Chloe

(Chloe just picks up the belt and walks toward the dressing room. There's an SFJ in the hallway who tries to run off but Chloe grabs her.)

Chloe: (Still looking sad and stoic) Stand there. Ask your question.

SFJ: Tonight...

Chloe: (Speaking softly but intensely) Tonight the biggest, strongest man in the OOWF, Stank, teams with the second most violent force in the OOWF. We face off against a couple of little girls. Miranda, I embarrassed you the last time we faced off. I will give you credit for coming back. You're good. You're damn good. But you're nowhere near the level of the Saints of Sinners. And Mai Little Pony, you're just like your brother, talking a good game. But unlike your brother, you don't have the drive, the desire, the ovarian fortitude it takes to stop the Saints.

SFJ: How will you...

Chloe: Across the ring from me I will not see the Rookie and the Evangelist. Instead I will see the faces of those who have sought to oppress me over the years, those who sought to put out the fire that rages within. Those who sought to sedate and suppress my true nature. I am Chloe. I will be your worst nightmare. And those who seek to beat me will find out the truth. And my truth will set you free. Free of the struggles and travails of this mortal existence, and beyond the stars to a new level, a new plane, where your antiquated notions of truth, honesty, and fair play may actually mean something. Because tonight I will bring fury and fire and all my inner demons to be released upon you. (Looking up) Mai. Miranda, you have two choices. Don't show up and cower behind your lockers. Or come to the ring tonight and allow Stank and I to set you free. To the land of sugar and spice and baby kittens and cute little fuzzy baby rabbits. We will end you both.

SFJ: Your sister....

(Chloe looks at the SFJ with fury and anger. The SFJ drops the microphone and runs off while Chloe just drops to her knees, a vacant look overtaking her face. She picks up the microphone.)

Chloe: Run. Stay away. Come back. I want you. Run, lest he get you. Hide. Come. I need you.

(Chloe stands up, drops the microphone, and wanders back to the dressing room. She goes to her sleeping area and reaches under her pillow and takes out a book. She clutches it to her chest and for the first time in a long time we see a tear trickle down her cheek as we fade...)

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead is reading the last few lines of Matt Folz's letter when there is a knock on his door. He finishes reading and lays the letter down before rising to his feet and answering the door. Standing before him is the OOWF Onslaught Champion.*

Ghost - Brother.

Stank - Red. May I come in?

Ghost - If you must.

*Stank walks in and places his Onslaught Championship Belt next to Ghosthead's OOWF World Championship Belt. Stank then sits in the nearest empty chair.*

Ghost - To what do I owe this visit?

Stank - How are you?

Ghost - I am well. Yourself?

Stank - Peachy.

Ghost -

Stank -

Ghost - Is that all, or will the rest of this visit contain dialogue as empty?

Stank - Damn it, Red! Can't a man visit his brother without their being an agenda?

Ghost - What do you want, Lu?

Stank - To talk! You know, like ... family?

Ghost -

Stank -

Ghost -

Stank - Right. Sorry to bother you.

*Stank rises to his feet then collects his belt.*

Ghost - *sigh* I wish you well in your match, tonight.

*Stank stops in his tracks and turns to face his brother.*

Stank - You too.

Ghost -

Stank - Don't underestimate Carter.

Ghost - Never. You be mindful of Miranda Williams and Mai Muyo.

Stank - Chloe and I have got it covered.

Ghost - You be mindful of her as well.

Stank - Meaning?

Ghost - Miss Cox is of unstable spirit.

Stank - Yeah... It's her most charming feature. We like her like that. It's what makes her dangerous.

Ghost - Still... I would not see you an unintentional victim.

Stank - I had no idea you cared.

Ghost - I do not.

Stank - No. Too late. It's already on record.

Ghost - Do not be foolish.

*Stank smiles and turns to walk away. He opens the door and speaks over his shoulder.*

Stank - Don't worry about me, Red. Chloe and I will be just fine. Worry about the Suicide Kings, or worse yet, Alex. That motherfucker hasn't met an opportunity he doesn't want to exploit... and Matt... don't think he won't cash in on you if you find yourself up shit creek without a paddle.

Ghost - Your words do not fall on deaf ears, no matter how I might wish it so.

Stank - Hey!

*The faintest of smiles peek at the corners of Ghosthead's mouth before he closes the door between he and Stank as the camera fades to black.*