MidWeek Mayhem (02/19) Live! From Plain City, Utah

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem: OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals
Live! From Plain City, Utah
February 19, 2014

OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals
Alexander Darling vs. Christian Carter
Firewoman vs. Ghosthead

Ten Man Tag Team Chaos Match - Chloe and Power CAN NOT Be In the Ring Together
Saints of Sinners vs. Texpress, Mai Muyo, Tommy Wilder & Power

Plain City Street Fight
Suicide Kings & Chris Evans vs. Murphy's Law & Matt Folz

Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Miranda Williams vs. Danny Taylor
Ecosystem vs. Justin Sane

Card subject to Mormon Church Approval

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*Moments after the last show ends*

Alexander Darling is storming through the hallways. He's grabbing stagehands as he walks past them.

Alexander: Where is she?

He finally makes it to the Darling Locker Room and slams the door open.

Get your ass out here.

There's no movement from anywhere in the locker room. So Alex starts shoving doors open.

I know you're here.

He gets to Lexie's room and slams the door open.

What the hell are you thinking?

The room is completely empty. No sign that anyone was ever there. Suddenly Alex hears a noise from behind and sprints out of the room looking for a fight. It's Fire and Spencer.

Where the fuck is she?

Spencer: Reports are she was out of the building within seconds of her match ending. Didn't even bother changing. Oh, and she took your McLaren.

Alex: She did WHAT?

Spencer: Al, come on you know she...

Alex: No I don't Spence. I thought she was just going through something.

Alexander sits down and takes a deep breath while running his hand through his hair.

She, I mean...What is going on with her?

Firewoman walks over and sits quietly next to Alex.

Fire: It's Lexie, Alex. She has a plan. She always does.

Alex: Yea, then why do I think this plan is the one I never expected or could have predicted.

Fire: She wouldn't do that to you.

Alex. *turns with a sad look* Actually, she would. And I'd deserve it. I gotta find her.

Alex gets up and leaves the locker room as Fire and Spencer share a look.

*Fade*

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(Power and Miranda are being helped out of medical by Mai and Chad, himself not in great shape. It is an uncomfortable time. Finally Power speaks.)

Power: Chad. I hate your guts.

Chad: What a surprise.

Power: But I'm setting all that aside in my best interests. Someone's got to stop the Saints. I can't deal with my sister with Moose and the others in the way.

Chad: Now you're coming to your senses.

Power: Don't talk to me about sense, boy. I still don't like you. “Young, dumb, and full of...”

Miranda: (Looks at Chad) Did you really say that?

Chad: Yes. I'm not proud of it, but Edra here and her sister were being really really annoying.

Power: And you were being really really sexist.

Mai: Do we have to have this fight now? We need to get ready. We all get the Saints next week.

Miranda: The four of us?

Mai: And Zane. Five on five.

Power: I get a shot at my sister. Cool.

Mai: Afraid not, Edra. You and Chloe can't be in the ring at the same time.

Power: AAAARGH! What's the point?

Chad: Just one question. There's five of us, but only four Saints.

Power: Yeah, so, who's the fifth?

Miranda: One of the Black Hand?

Power: I could see Tavian. He's mean enough, but I don't think Moose is thinking that way.

Mai: Then who?

Miranda: Whom?

Mai: No, who, definitely who.

Power: I don't think you'll like the answer to that Mai. Neither do I. Neither do I.

Mai: Do you know?

(The group arrives at Power's room, and she walks in and quickly closes the door, leaving the others with questioning looks on their faces as the scene fades.)

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Alexander leaves the room. Firewoman relaxes... and visibly leans as she hugs her ribs in intense pain that she was hiding when she saw how upset he was.

SD: Here, sit down.

Spencer helps Fire sit. Fire breathes through the pain as she then relaxes a bit. Spencer goes to get ice in the freezer, and brings it, helping Fire put it on.

SD: There...you never used to let people do this for you.

FW: I know....

SD: So why didn't you tell him.

FW: He needs to go find Lexie...

SD: But he would want--

FW: Spence....go get me a whiskey.

SD: ....

FW: Please?

Spencer sighs and nods, seeing this conversation is going to go nowhere.

FAAAAAAAAADE.

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*Murphy's Law are looking at the lineup for Mayhem*

DK: I don't like Folz, and probably never will, but I have to admit he's really good in the ring.

Dee: Agreed.

DK: Suicide Kings?

Dee: Roadkill. Going to be dead carcasses on the side of the road before all is said and done. Doubt they will have staying power in the OOOWF.

DK: Evans?

Dee: It would be a shame if someone ended his career. I hope that doesn't happen!

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Ecosystem is on his laptop in the hotel lobby. He takes out his cell phone and sends a text to "Lisa Quinn," as it's marked in his phone.

"Fire - saw what Evans did. Thought you wouldn't like me to slide down, but hope you'e doing all right. Anyway, I did what you said in the end. Couldn't bring myself to try to take out your husband like that. Wish you both best of luck going forward. Coffee soon?"

Eco pockets his phone and goes back to typing on his email client.

"Alexis -

You don't like me and probably don't want to hear from me. But I get why you did what you did last night. And I want you to know that I think you deserve better - not just from the other talent, but the management of this company.

You see how I do business these days. I got Stan what he needed, and we amicably parted ways. If I want to see you succeed, I don't do the head games bullshit. And I want to see you succeed. So if you want anything - including someone to be talking with the front office - let me know.

Best,
Junichiro."

Ecosystem sends the email and closes the laptop as he notices Christian Carter sitting across from him on his laptop.

Eco: Well, if it isn't our uncrowned champion. Looking for a friend?

Carter: I have plenty, and the Wi-Fi is just better down here.

Eco: Nice match last night.

Carter: I know you're being sarcastic, but I wouldn't insult a win if I was you.

Ecosystem packs his laptop back in his bag and walks over to Carter.

Eco: I don't know what you knew going into last night. I don't know what you had a hand in doing, or what fell into your lap. But I think you're doing the right thing in trying to stay a step ahead. But the Darlings understand the games men like you and me play. So I would caution you to stay more than just a step ahead.

Carter: Understood. I will give the unsolicited advice of a loser the value it deserves.

Eco: Good to see you, Christian.

Carter: Good to see you, Juni.

Both smile sarcastically at each other before Eco exits.

FADE

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FADE in at the arena in Plain City, Utah (or its nearest human equivalent). Pulling up in his 2014 Kia Soul is OOWF Grand Slam Champions The Crusher Stan Fulton. He gets out, grabs his luggage from the back and beeps the alarm on.

He rolls his bags behind him as he enters the backstage area. Waiting there is his attaché Martha Rodriguez.

MR: “Mr. Fulton.”

SF: “Ms. Rodriguez.”

She hands him an Apple iPad Air.

MR: “You have a meeting this evening with the heads of the catering subsidiaries. Also, after that meeting will be a Q&A with multiple food and beverage magazines and websites. I suggest you get out in front with the name of the business. ‘OOWF Catering LLC, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Grand Slam North Consulting LLC’ is a long name, but at least make sure the OOWF Catering LLC is continually used.”

SF: “Of course. Anything else?”

MR: “Your... mid-afternoon appointment is waiting. I’ve had our caterers each prepare enough food and drinks for five. The bill is already processing through accounts payable. Also, the beer order arrived twenty minutes ago. That bill alone will cost the company $5000.00.”

SF: “Martha, our investments and businesses generate a daily revenue in the millions. I think we can afford five grand.”

MR: “Not if this is a running tab.”

SF: “It’s not. They’ve asked to meet with me specifically to make an offer. Let’s put our best foot forward.”

MR: “Alright. Finally, about your last request.”

SF: “Martha, if this company is to continue to thrive, we have to invest in upcoming talent. We view the OOWF as the premiere organization. We should have the premiere training facility. Send the press release. Thank you.”

MR: “Enjoy your meeting.”

Fulton leaves his luggage with Martha, takes the iPad and walks down a hallway to a non-descript door. He knocks and it’s opened.

SF: “Thanks for inviting me. Let’s talk business.”

Fulton goes in and the door closes before the ninja-cam can see who was in side.

FADE

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FOR IMMEIDATE RELEASE


Contact: Martha Rodriguez
Grand Slam North Consulting LLC
800-555-6716


DAYTON, OHIO – OOWF Wrestling, Inc. is proud to announce the opening of the OOWF training facility, the OOWF Development Center. The ODC will be located in beautiful downtown Dayton, Ohio, near to the headquarters of the OOWF. The OOWF is determined to develop the best wrestling talent in the world and this facility will assist in that goal.

Filled with state of the art technology and the best instructors, the ODC will challenge those who have their dreams set on competing in one of the OOWF’s pay-per-view events, such as the upcoming END OF DAYS 8, live on pay-per-view from No Name, Colorado on February 23rd.

This facility would not be possible without the support of Grand Slam North Consulting LLC, which donated a considerable portion of the start-up costs and will hold a majority stake in the Center.

Stan Fulton, President and CEO of Grand Slam North Consulting LLC, said in a statement, “This Center will bring the best in the United States and the world right here, to Dayton, Ohio, to train with current and former OOWF stars and managers. They’ll learn all it takes to become a part of the best wrestling organization in the world. Grand Slam North is proud to partner with the OOWF and we wish it well in all its future endeavors.”

Ground breaking will take place on April 21, 2014 after all permitting is received, none of which is expected to be an issue. The ODC is expected to open the day after the DOOMY DOOMY DOOM DOOM pay-per-view in October 2014.

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As Juni leaves, Alexander Darling comes flying in. Carter looks at the man he will face next week, and has a smirk on his face. Darling doesn't look so happy and comes straight to Carter.

AD: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE CARTER! HOW DARE YOU GET A NO CONTACT ISSUE TO ME FROM OUR GM.

Carter looks at Darling and has nothing but a smirk on his face.

CC: You can thank your wife for that one. Besides, with you and me facing next week, I'd thought it be best that you worry about other things, then trying to surprise attack me. You did see what happened to Folz last week.

AD: This is far from over Carter...you and me we are far from done, and Wednesday, I'm going to take you out once and for all.

Carter smirks at him.

AD: I can't wait to wipe that smug look off your face...I don't know what game my sister was playing last night, but if I find out you had anything to do with her screwing her life up, you can better damn believe....

CC: What Alexander...(Carter gets up to his face) What's the matter Alex, big brother can't protect his little sister any more? She doesn't need you any more, we all can see it. The only one who can't is you. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND ALEX, if you think for one moment that I had anything to do with Alexis last night. That was all her, and next week, it will be all me beating you and getting to the final. Now if you don't mind, I have some work I have to do before I leave for my flight, so why don't you take your drunk ass to the bar, and have a few on me.

Darling looks at Carter, fists clinched wanting to punch the living shit out of him but knows he can't. He shakes his head and punches the wall on his way out. Carter sits there, looking at his laptop, when he realizes the ninja cams around. This would give him opportunity to speak.

CC: Ok, I guess it's better than ever to respond to Matthew Folz' rant last night. So let me get this straight Matthew, you finally want to face me in a steel cage I quit match? Who came up with that one? Maybe it should be a Ladder submission match...or a Last Man Standing Table match...I believe next week, after I beat Alexander here, I have one more match I will win, before I face you again. If I'm not mistaken, I believe that match will take place at End of Days...or the finals of the Invitational takes place that night...either or Matthew, I'll be the number one contender, yet again, and you Matthew, you will be in a world of hurt, and that Steel Cage I Quit match will not take place.

But if I lose in this Invitational, and that is a very big if Matthew, then yes, I'll accept. But we both know it won't get that far, and we both know that I'm the one that will take that title off your hands, and place it back where it belongs. Matthew, you have been a major thorn in my side since you stole my title, and now, I will be the one who will finally give you your final moment as champion, your final hurrah...Your FINAL TESTIMONY. WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD.

Carter goes back to his laptop when his phone rings...he looks at it for a moment, and answers it.

CC: Hey...nah, just some business I had to deal with. What's up? What? No, I'm not afraid of Alexander Darling...He's going to regret ever screwing with us.

FADE.

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Alexander Darling is STANDING~! in the loading dock-indoor parking area of the next OOWF Arena, leading against a post, black hoodie up, arms crossed and looking just about as pouty and emo as can be. With each set of headlights or sound of a car pulling in, he stands up and looks, only to be disappointed when it is not a McLaren. A few minutes pass, and the squealing of tires and purr of a engine signals the arrival of Firewman's custom Bugatti. Alex isn't AS disappointed, and smiles a little bit, but not much. The car comes to a quick stop in front of him, and he doesn't move. The driver's side door opens and Firewoman steps out, gingerly, a brief look of pain across her face, but she suppresses it when she sees him standing there. If he notices he doesn't acknowledge it.

FW: Hey.

AD: Hey.

The passenger door opens and for a minute his face brightens into a smile, but then crashes back again, when he sees Spencer Darling step out of the car. She slams the door and immediately drops to the ground, kissing it in gratitude.

FW: Very funny. You didn't have to ride with me.

SD: Yes, I did. You would have never gotten out of that speeding ticket without me.

FW: I wouldn't have had to get out of one had you not made me slow down to a catchable speed.

SD: Any word, Alex?

AD: No.....since when are you two so chummy?

SD: Well, since I helped Fire with her ri...*Fire shoots Spencer a look*...uh, packing. Lucky was busy so....

Spencer's voice trails off, as Alex clearly doesn't care.

SD: Um...I guess I'll go to the Destroyitarium to set up. Thanks for the lift, Fire.

FW: Anytime.

Spencer puts a hand on Alex's shoulder as she walks by. He puts his hand on hers, and then she continues on. Fire walks up to him.

AD: You can't park here.

FW: Sure I can. Says right there..."Fire Zone."

Alex manages a weak smile.

FW: You're over thinking this Alex.

AD: Who, me?

FW: Funny. Look...Lexie always does what's best for the family right?

AD: ...

FW: So what is best....you and her going up against each other? Or you getting the opportunity to beat the shit out of Carter in the next round?

AD: She could have beaten--

FW: True, she could have. But she knows you want a piece of him, so she gave it to you. I'm sure that's all it is.

AD: Then why not stick around and explain it.

FW: Who knows...I'm not one to judge weird ways of dealing with things.

AD: Fire, she's no more likely to throw a match than you are. Someone got to her....

FW: Or she saved Carter for you. Honey...

Fire grabs Alex's chin and forces her to look at him.

FW: It's Alexis. Alexis Darling. You're worried over nothing. I promise.

Alex nods, and Firewoman gives him a hug. He hugs back, and the INC sees her wince a little. They pull away and she smiles at him. He gives a little smile.

AD: Maybe you're right.

FW: Of course I am.

AD: But not about the parking, Fire....

At that moment, Lucky comes out. Fire tosses him the keys and he goes to park her car.

AD: Of course...

FW: C'mon, let's get settled.

AD: Be right there.

FW: ...

AD: I promise.

Fire nods and heads inside, while Alex resumes his watch.

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Stan Fulton is using his iPad Air in the backstage area following his meeting, when an icon pops up.

Junichiro Muyo wants to FaceTime with you.

Stan shakes his head and hangs up the call.

Eco: No time for me, busy man?

Stan turns around, and Ecosystem is there, on his iPhone.

Stan: I'm looking at some invoices at the moment. Didn't want to be distracted for long.

Eco: And I won't distract you. I just wanted to say how proud I am of you. You're doing it the right way, the smart way. You're making money, and you're making it faster than I ever did. I may have a net worth with nine digits to the name, but I certainly don't have million-dollar daily revenues anymore. Watch it, or you might steal my gimmick.

Stan: It's all about smart investment, isn't it?

Eco: It certainly is. And that's why you're investing your time with the Sinners, while making sure to not blow our little detente up in the way you treat Mai, despite the fact that you'd like her belt as well. I appreciate that. It's good business. So I'm going to share something with you.

Kenichiro Sasae, the Japanese ambassador to the United States of America, supposedly had some unkind words for his counterpart, Ms. Caroline Kennedy. These words were unfortunately leaked, and Ms. Kennedy has been, shall we say, less than professional about this. 

Stan: And you know about this how?

Eco: Oh, word gets around. Loose lips sinking ships and all. But the word is that the President feels the need to not upset the Kennedy family by shaking her position at all, but he can't ask the Japanese government to lose face by flipping their position. There are many solutions here. One is that the Japanese government finds themselves an occasional intermediary.

Stan: And you're interested in the position.

Eco: You might think that. I couldn't possibly comment.

Stan: Why are you telling me this?

Eco: Because I trust you. This is what trust feels like.

Stan: And...?

Eco: And...it would be convenient if the Liberal Democratic Party could receive a nice sizable donation from me, but that wouldn't be directly traceable to me. Filtered through a large, respectable business that might have corporate interests in Japan some day.

Of course, any business that did me that favor would be entitled to a cut...say, 20-25% of the donation amount tendered.

Stan: Tempting. I don't do your laundering.

Eco: It's only laundering if the money is dirty. This is good clean money, and it just needs to come from a different hand.

Stan: Send me some numbers and I'll think about it. I have more time-sensitive things to get to.

Eco: I understand. Best of luck, Stan.

Eco exits.

FADE

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**L.D. Williams is in the hall of random encounters when he is approached by SFJ#47.**

SFJ#47: "L.D., this week the Saints of Sinners are in a ten man tag team match.Your thoughts?"

LDW: "You know, for years we've been saying 'Its our world, you're just living in it.' Let me correct that for our opponents this week: 'It's our world, and you have no place in it.' Wednesday night, the Saints are going to resolve that problem."

SFJ#47: "What impact will the fact that Chloe and Power can't be in the ring together have on the match?"

LDW: <smirking>"Precious little. Somehow I don't imagine Chloe's plans for Power involve being in the ring."

SFJ#47: "Finally, who will be the fifth Saint in that match?"

LDW: "I think that's pretty clear, isn't it? But, far be it from me to spoil the surprise. Let's just say that if the Saints were dangerous before, we are now to dangerous what a promise is to a threat. As for our opponents...my condolences to their next of kin."

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~~~ Chad & Zane have wrapped up a sparring session in the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center and are sitting ringside drinking some ice cold Aquafinas. Bridgette is pulling the memory card out of the video camera and popping it into Zane's laptop for him to study. ~~~

Bridgette: It looked pretty good. You might need to lift your heel a little higher before you make the turn.

Zane: Good idea.

Chad: I'm hitting the showers. I'm supposed to meet Tommy in a little while.

Zane: Good. we need to get everyone together as soon as we can

Chad: Yeeeeeah, I'm not so sure about that idea.

Zane: Why not?

Chad: The less I'm around the other Cox twin the better.

Bridgette: Shug, It's not that bad.

Zane: I told you ahead of time.

Chad: I know. but sheesh, she's still pissed off about things that were said tongue in cheek A Year And A Half Ago.

Bridgette: Words have consequences.

Chad: Wrong. Actions have consequences. And if she's not going to eat a little crow for all the crap she and her sister pulled on us, I am not backing down from a stupid joke.

Zane: Can't you just put it aside for one week?

Chad: I want to. But she is incapable of doing the same.

Zane: Be the bigger man.

Chad: I am. I'm not starting anything. i just don't want to deal with her if at all possible.

Bridgette: You should really give her a chance...

Chad: No I shouldn't. We shouldn't. It's all well and good to forgive and move on with people who actually Change. She hasn't. It just Appears that she has because we're comparing her to what Crazypants Clio has become. Power is the same as she always was. Clio is just worse. The tallest dwarf is still a dwarf...

Zane: True. But I'm not talking about forging an alliance with her long term. We are talking about one match.

Chad: I have no problem with the match. I will be 100% behind her and the rest of the team against the Sinners. She'll be an asset in the ring. Just.. the less time we are around each other, the better.

Bridgette: Calm down hon.

Chad: It's not just me she hates. It's Zane too. because we're Men. She had one bad experience with Phillip or Peter or Paul or whatever the dude's name was, and so now all men are evil, and everything we do is sexist. Don't you remember? Sure, they came after me, but they made comments and remarks about Bridgette here as well, how they could take much better care of her.

Bridgette: I remember a kiss on the cheek that was creepy.

Chad: EXACTLY! But oh no, We're the bad guys. They can make unwanted advances at women and slander my name, but We're the bad guys to them. Screw alot of that. I'll team with her on Wednesday, but I'm not spending one minute longer around that crazy broad than I have to.

Zane: Fine. I think you're making a mistake here, but it's yours to make.

Chad: Why? Why is it My mistake? She's no better than Moose. All Moose can seem to talk about is Run DEA stuff that happened Five Years Ago. This is stuff from a year and a half ago. LD talks about how we reference our past accomplishments all the time. Seriously, when was the last time we did that? When we were chasing win 100? All we talk about these days is Winning & doing it more than anyone else. Why? We're Still Winning. The Saints or anyone else can't take us to task on that Because It's True. So they dredge up stuff from the past and re-re-rehash it.

~~~ Chad stands up and kicks the folding chair he was sitting in back 3 or 4 rows. ~~~

Zane: So let's go out this week and shut their mouths.

Chad: I'm getting a shower & going to blow off some steam. Hope Tommy's up for it.

Zane: I'm afraid to ask.. up for what?

Chad: We're taking a helicopter to the Bonneville Salt Flats. He want's to try and set a Land Speed Record.

Zane: With what?

Chad: Roller Blades

Zane: Roller Blades?

Chad: Roller Blades... and a jet pack.

Zane: You're kidding.

Chad: It's Tommy.

Bridgette: Be careful Shug. And have fun.

~~~ Chad chugs the rest of his Aquafina & tosses his bottle in the trash as he heads for the showers. To the disappointment of our female viewers, we fade before he reaches them. ~~~

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*The Mexican Mad Man is asleep in his comfortable hotel room bed. His half of the OOWF Tag Team Championship sits next to him on the nightstand*

*Jose Reyna is awakened by the buzz of his cell phone*

*He checks and see's it's OOWF management*

Jose: *Answers* Hello?

Voice on the other line: Blah blah blah...

Jose:*Eyes widen* Murphy's Law and Matt Foltz!? *drops phone*


*Jose get's out of bed (in his sexy boxer briefs) and intently looks out the window of his hotel room*

*He concentrates on the view of the city and streets for a few moments as he let's the news sink in...*

Jose: *Snickers then bursts out laughing* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *goes back to the phone and picks it up to his ear* Foltz and the Murphy's!? Hahahahahahahahahaha! *Picks up invisible grapefruits* Mwuahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! And it's not even my birthday!


*Fade*

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(Power is leaving the newly remodeled catering area when SFJ 3.1415 spots her and smiles. Power sighs and walks over to her.)

SFJ Π: Power, you team up with some new friends and former enemies this week to take on the Saint of Sinners.

Power: I wouldn't call the Texpress former enemies. It's no secret that Chad still doesn't like me, and I definitely don't like him. And I still harbor a grudge against Zane for what he did in the double Jeopardy cage match that he wasn't even supposed to be a part of, but I don't hate him. And as far as Bridgette goes, I totally respect her as being a strong woman who gets the job done in a testosterone laden environment. I know that I would have a hard time dealing with Chad's ego, which requires its own zip code. Mai and I have settled all of our past issues, and I'm really starting to dig working with Miranda. It's nice to be able to teach someone who is willing to learn, especially considering it wasn't that long ago that I was the student.

SFJ Π: Chad claims that the things you attacked him about were meant as a joke.

Power: He WOULD say that, wouldn't he. You look back on Texpress' history and you'll see that Zane was the hard working member of the group, and Chad had it in for every female member of the locker room. I'll admit I went along with my sister in harassing Chad for his sexist attitude and thinking all the women should fall at his feet, and for that I've apologized to the ladies in private numerous times, but when it comes to Chad...you know what, I've just about had enough of even thinking about him, much less talking about him. Next subject.

SFJ Π: Will you be able to work with him at Mayhem?

Power: What kind of stupid question is that? Of COURSE I'll be able to work with him. Just because we hate each other's guts doesn't mean we can't fight a common enemy together, and that's exactly what the Saints are. An enemy that has to be stopped.

SFJ Π: You and your sister won't be able to be in the ring at the same time.

Power: Yeah, I saw that.

SFJ Π: Does that bother you?

Power: Well, what do you think, sweet cheeks? Fuck yes...sorry, Hell yes, it pi..bothers me. John Ross Ewing made it so clear that he wanted me to come back to fight my sister. Now my sister or the Saints or the Board or GM Puns or some stupid F...idiots think it's a good idea to keep us apart. I'll play Moose's game for now. But she can't run forever, and eventually my sister is going to have to find out what I've been saying is true. That Power beats Glory. Every time. Bet on it.

(SFJ 3.1415 starts to ask another question, but it looks like Power sees someone she needs to talk to and takes off in pursuit as we fade...)

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~~~ Zane and Bridgette are sitting in OOWF Catering LLC enjoying a meal when approached by a RNSFJ. ~~~

RNSFJ: Zane Myers, there seems to be some dissension on your team this week.

Zane: I'm eating. Go away.

Bridgette: Now Shug..

Zane: Fine (Puts down his utensil). Dissension? You expect 5 people who don't normally work together to get along perfectly? Go away.

RNSFJ: Power was talking about Chad

Zane: You don't say? That's quite a surprise.

RNSFJ: She said...

Zane: I know exactly what she said. I was hoping you'd recognize the sarcasm, take the hint and leave.

RNSFJ: Huh?

Zane: Power can say whatever she wants. Her opinions of Chad and I are irrelevant to anyone that knows anything about the OOWF. She has a problem with what happened last year? She should come say so to my face. Is what I did was wrong? Sure, just like me attacking Rick Scaia years ago was wrong. Like me throwing Dr. Freedman off a balcony was wrong. Ask me, I freely admit my mistakes. Something she apparently, has yet to learn.

Chad is right, she is just like Moose. Quick to point out everyone else's faults to keep the spotlight off of her own. She wants to hold a grudge about a match last year, and expects all the sneaky, underhanded & sometimes illegal things that led up to that match to be forgotten?

She is a child, emotionally unstable & mentally scarred. I think she is unable to see past the wrongs her sister has done to her. And yet she thinks she can teach? Not a chance. She has too much learning to do herself.

RNSFJ: Sooo.. the match on Wednesday?

Zane: Will be a hot mess. A Grade-A Clusterbomb waiting to happen. Chad said it. She'll be an asset in that ring. I hope she can take the blinders off and see more than Clio across from her, because it will take all 5 of us to take down the Sinners. We need her in order to win. And if she wants to win, she'll pay attention, shut her mouth, and not let her emotions get the best of her on Wednesday. Otherwise, someone is going to get hurt.

~~~ The RNSFJ leaves. Zane takes a bite of his steak. ~~~

Bridgette: I wish you boys could just work things out with her.

Zane: That's up to her. I'm tired of taking about this. I'm tired of hearing from her. I'm a professional, Chad is a professional. Hopefully, one of these days, she will be too.

~~~ Bridgette just smiles as we fade... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Fade in… Bonneville Salt Flats….


Chad – SO, you’ve done this before?

TW - Yeah, I probably hit the flats 3 or 4 times a year. Perfect place if you want to go for pure speed – flat, really smooth, and miles long – you can really cut loose!

C – How fast are we talking?

TW – With these? (Points at a couple of bundles on the ground) – I’ve done 90.

C- ON SKATES?

TW – That ain’t bad. The real rush is the first 6 seconds. The acceleration.

C- Do I want to know?

TW – Well, this dude I know in Cali beat a 2012 ‘Vette in a quarter mile…

C – And if you wipe out???

TW – Heard of road rash?

C- Yeah……

TW – Think 3rd degree road rash. Not fun. It will erase a tattoo.

C – Ow.

TW – No sweat dude. I’ve got your pack throttled back. You’ll only get to about 40. Still fast if you ain’t done it before.

C – Tommy – you OK?

TW – Whatcha mean, brah?

C- Well, you seem a bit – off. And you’ve only had 6 Mt Dews since we got here. You on the wagon?

TW – Nah. Just thinking.

C – Isn’t that dangerous?

TW – Yeah, yeah… Nah, I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing next. Kinda feel like I’m spinning my wheels. Heck – Power doesn’t even know I’m the 5th on the team, man!

C – SO? Tommy – you’re the best high flyer in the OOWF. You do stuff nobody else TRIES. And you got the technical chops. You’ve held every title except the Big One, and you drove Moose and company NUTS for over a month. All you gotta do is make some noise, man.

TW – Ya think?

C – Yeah. You know Zane and I got your back. Go get it.

TW – Yeah. Maybe I’ve been a little too laid back.

(Tommy starts messing with his back pack rocket)

C – Uh… what are you doing?

TW - Taking the safeties off. Hey, if I’m gonna do it, I’m going all the way, all the time. Here – grab the speed gun. Let’s see if I can break 100….

Chad grins – That’s my man. Then back for a workout.

TW – Yeah, time to go break some hearts this week.


FADE

[BookerShark]

(Power runs down the hallway and catches up to Firewoman in the Hallway of Random Encounters.)

Power: Can I talk to you a moment, Fire?

Fire: What do you want, Edra?

Power: The name is...oh, you got it right. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about...well, I know you seem to think that my sister and I owe you a favor or two. But I've got a proposition.

Fire: Get to the point.

Power: The point is, I need to ask you a favor.

Fire: Look, you don't like me, I don't like you. Why ask me for a favor?

Power: Because you know everything there is to know about Moose. You've taken him places no one else has. Anyone who's ever gotten close to that level with him is...gone. How about a little discussion sometime soon. I'll admit this to you, Fire. I can't get at Chloe without going through Moose. And, this could be a mutually beneficial relationship.

Fire: So what are you suggesting?

Power: I'll give you every bit of information on my sister, all the inside stuff, if you'll help me with the same on your brother.

Fire: Interesting. Let me think about it.

Power: You know where to find me.

Fire: OK.

(The two head their own ways as we fade)

[BookerShark]

<Chloe and Moose are sitting in the Saints locker room when Power's promo comes on. Moose sits and watches, half bored, half amused puffing on a cigar, while Chloe stops what she is doing and stares at the tv wide eyed. When it is done, Chloe bellows with rage and kicks the tv over>

MHJ: Problem?

Chloe: Did you SEE that? She is going to your sister for help!

MHJ: So?

Chloe: SO? She HATES her as much as I.......<Chloe's demeanor quickly changes and she looks down>.....I mean....

MHJ: <laughing> If I got upset every time I heard someone hated my sister, or me, I wouldn't have a seconds peace

Chloe: <getting angry again> But how could she do that? What a fucking coward!

MHJ: Chloe....what have I told you again and again in training?

Chloe: Don't think, just do

MHJ: Exactly. Now, does that sound like a plan?

Chloe:.......no

MHJ: Right. Think about it, what could Fire possibly tell your sister that she doesn't already know about me? That I am violent? That there is nothing at all off limits? That I will destroy myself to hurt someone else? None of this is new. The book on Moosehead Jack is not a complicated read, expect the unexpected.

Chloe: <with an evil grin> she can't possibly prepare for EVERYTHING

MHJ: Now you are thinking.

Chloe: Beside, that team can't even get along! They may not even make it to Mayhem

MHJ: Don't let them deceive you. I don't trust Chad at all.

Chloe: so you think he is faking it?

MHJ: Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt for a second that he doesn't like your sister, but I think the extent of his dislike is greatly exaggerated. Come Mayhem, they will click, they will be on the same page. The problem for them is, while they may be on the same page, the Saints of Sinners wrote the book. I've been up and down the road with LD and Stank for years. I've fought with them, and against them. There are no two men on this planet that I trust to have my back more than them. Can the White Hats say that? Chad and Zane can say that about one another, but Wilder? Will he see the big picture or will he go for the flash move? Mai? It wasn't long ago that Mai tried to end Jack's career, and put Davin out for months. She appears pure now, but she IS a Muyo. And Power? Do we even need to mention her?

Chloe: <picking up HDB and giving it a few practice swings, then looks at the INC> Feel that White Hats? That feeling in the pit of your stomach? That doubt you feel that you will pass the point of no return? Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. And there are none more evil than the Saints of Sinners.

Trust me

<Moose and Chloe burst into sick laughter as we fade>

[BookerShark]

*Jose Reyna sits on his Hotel room bed, reading a newspaper*

Jose: *Snickers before bursting out laughing* Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!

*Half Dressed Random Sexy Female Journalist walks out of the bathroom.*

RSFJ#1: You're still laughing?! I wasn't that bad in bed, was I?

Jose: No no no... Just got a call from management about my next match.

RSFJ#1: Really? Anything you want to say on record about your opponents?

Jose: Quote this, "Ha..Ha..Ha...Ho...Ho..He...He.."

[BookerShark]

Radu, Tavian, Vlad are walking down the Hall of Encounters – which is appropriately mood lit in red…


Vlad – So far, so good. Power has no idea if she is coming or going.

Radu – And I can beat down those Texans every day.

Tavian – And best of all, we’re getting paid! Pretty sweet, my brothers.

(All three laugh… eeevilly)

Vlad – So, let’s find out what favor the Saints need from us next…

T – Maybe we can get the Ironman belt back from Chloe.

V - I wouldn’t push my luck, brother.

T – Bah. I think that we kowtow too much to the Saints. We do much of their dirty work. Yet we are treated like lackeys.

V – But they are now 5, and all very strong. We have to bide our time. Right Radu?

(Silence)

T – Brother?

(Vlad and Tavian turn around, only to see an empty hallway)

T – Where did he? No!

V – Lets go! Radu! Where are you?

(Vlad and Tavian race back down the hall, not noticing a can of Red Bull, laying against the wall… or muffled sounds up in the rafters)


FADE

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is with Miranda Williams.**

SFJ#47: "Miranda, this week you have a three-way match with Danny Taylor and Awesome Bill. How do you approach a match like this?"

M: "Actually, I'm looking forward to it. Danny is one of my heroes. One of the most dangerous men on the planet and yet the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. He's the kind of person most of us wish we could be. And Bill...Bill is one tough Son-of-a-gun, and never boring. It's going to be a tough match, but with those two It'll be a fair one."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

FADE in on The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s dressed in a three-piece suit and wearing sunglasses. He steps out of the hotel and there’s a car waiting there for him. Before he can get in, an SFJ steps up.

SFJ: “Can I get a few moments, Mr. Fulton?”

SF: “I have a minute. Make it quick.”

SFJ: “You seem to be making a lot of money lately. To what purpose?”

SF: “Seriously? Why does anyone make money? Power. Power over those who don’t have it. I may never get the respect I deserve, but I’ll damn sure make others are beholden to me.”

SFJ: “You’re not officially on this week’s card. Are you the fifth Saint?”

SF: “That’s like asking if I’m the fifth Beatle.”

SFJ: “That’s not an answer.”

SF: “That’s all the answer I have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a symposium to attend.”

Fulton climbs into the car and the SFJ’s microphone picks up the beginning of his phone call.

SF: “Martha. Tell Juni I’ve considered his offer and if the stake is 27% we have a deal. And call your father. I’m going to need some assistance for...”

The car has pulled away and the mic no longer picks up anything.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo is playing with the magic trick kit she got from Tommy Wilder, rubbing some of the powder between her fingers.

Mai: There’s an old joke my brother told me when I was thirteen. I shared it at my church group, and everyone got very upset with me.

Angus and McTavish are sitting around in the pub. Angus takes a long swig of his drink, see, he looks out the door and says, “McTavish, you see that bridge out there?” “Ay, Angus, I do, “ McTavish says. “S’a good bridge. Built it with me bare hands I did, and five other bridges the same. But do they call me Angus The Bridge Builder?” “No Angus, they don’t,” McTavish says sympathetically.

“And ya see that roof on the school. S’a good roof, took me a month with me bare hands. Made ten roofs just the same,” Angus says, taking another swig. “But do they call me Angus The Roof Maker?” “No Angus, they don’t,” McTavish says.

Angus takes another deep swig of his beer, and his face goes red as he slams it down. “But you fuck ONE SHEEP!”

Mai smiles and blows the powder out of her hands.

Mai: That’s how I feel every time someone brings up my time in the New Guard. I can argue about what’s deserved and what’s not – I can remind people until I’m blue in the face that I wasn’t yet aligned with the New Guard when they attacked Outback Jack, for example. But that’s not really the point, is it? The point is that even aligning with that movement was a deviation so large, so dramatic, it seems to call everything else about me into question – or at least, Jack would like that to be true.

So let me own my sins. I’ve done wrong. Serious wrong. A lot of people have. And there are two stories we can tell those people.

One is Moosehead Jack’s story – the story he tells his sister, Chloe, anyone who will care to listen. The story that we all have some darkness deep down, and we’d be a lot better off if we just admitted it and succumbed to it. That once we stain that pretty white church dress, we can never get the dirt off, so why not embrace it? It’s Satan’s story, of course. But it’s echoed by many a lovely little church lady, who would rather sneer at the woman they think looks like a whore than see her redeemed.

The second story is Christ’s. Some people know Him, but many more people know Him by a different name, a different faith tradition or an undefined spiritual sense. But His message is the same. Arms outstretched as his arms were outstretched on the cross, he looks at us sinners – even foul sinners like me – and He says,

“Come here. I’ve taken that all away. Come here. I love you.”

Mai holds her Intercontinental Championship aloft.

Mai: My story is the story of redemption. So the Sinners can send me whoever they like, be it their first or fifth Beatle. But whether John Lennon or Pete Best walks through that curtain, it’s going to be A Hard Day’s Night.

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Power is in the whirlpool trying to relax and get the kinks out after the attacks from the Draculs. She sees Mai's interview and smiles. She becomes aware of a Ninjacam in the room and makes sure all the appropriate bits are covered before turning to face the camera.)

You know, apart from two women back on a mountain in Nevada, that's the best woman I know. I could trust her with my life if need be. Firm in her beliefs, honest, and straightforward. If Mai says it, you can stake your life on it. That's why I'm proud to call her my friend. She knows if she needs anything, she can count on me. And Tommy Wilder? I remember his crazy antics as a part of the wCw stable. If there's any one who can out and out bring it, it's that nutjob. And I mean that as a compliment. I got no worries about him. Even Zane Myers. He and I don't see eye to eye on anything except that he's got a better woman than he deserves, but when push comes to shove, I know he'll have my back against the Saints.

And that brings me to the other Texan. I hate your guts. But if I see a Saint going after you, I'll have your back, I'll take them out. As much as I'd like to be taking you out, I'll do what's right. The only thing that I wonder about is if you'll do the same...if the Draculs jump me again and beat me down just like Moose wants so I don't get a clean shot at my sister, will you have my back? Or will you just sit there and grin as they slam another chair across my ribs and back?

As to the official combatants in this match, I know all of them well. Moose taught me a lot of what my father didn't. Stank and LD are two of the best in the business, be it singles or tag. And as for my sister, the little coward, you're still running and hiding.

(Power covers her face with her hands)

I know it's not kind, but I wish, oh how I wish, that I could go back to that night...to let Phelps have his way with you. But then that's not right. I couldn't let Phelps break you, destroy your spirit, crush your dreams, your future....

(As Power removes her hands, there is a look of anger and insanity in her eyes)

But I can. And so help me, little girl, when I get my hands on you one on one, you'll regret ever making me mad.

(Power drops her head and a much more composed look comes over her.)

As to the so-called Fifth Saint, well, let's just leave it at this. If it's come to this, you're best off being an afterthought.

Saints, let's dance. You may be the innovators of mayhem, but this team can take it to an entirely new level of crazy. You created it. We perfected it. Wednesday night, you five are going down. Bet on it.

(Power starts to get out of the whirlpool, but notices the Ninjacam isn't moving)

You've got two choices. Get out now or get drop kicked to Sochi. Even broken, you'll be better than most of what's there now.

(The Ninjacam obliges and exits as the door closes and we fade)