MidWeek Mayhem (05-07) Live! From Slaughter Beach, Delaware

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Slaughter Beach, Delaware
May 7, 2014

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Christian Carter

OOWF World Tag Team Title Triple Threat Match
Banned From Everywhere vs. Texpress vs. Suicide Kings

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Ecosystem vs. Power

Winning Team Faces One Another Next Week For an Intercontinental Title Shot
Stank & Firewoman vs. Miranda Williams & Mai Muyo

Non-Title Match
Alexis Darling vs. Matt Folz

Stan Fulton vs. Alexander Darling
Chloe vs. Tommy Wilder
DK Murphy vs. Moosehead Jack
LD Williams vs. Shane Tuska
Chris Evans vs. Rory Albright

card subject to Jay Briscoe going all Donald Sterling on us

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Moosehead Jack


<Moose and Chloe get to GM the Nate's office. He is sitting behind his desk looking flabberghasted at both of them, he looks at Chloe first>

GMtN: YOU! I tell you to get to my office, and you decide to stop and ATTACK TOMMY WILDER BEFORE YOU GET HERE?

Chloe: He had it coming

GMtN: <Looking at Moose> and YOU. What you two did to DK and Dee was bad enough.....but what happened to Danny.....

MHJ: Wait.....Danny? What the hell happened to Danny?

GMtN: Don't play stupid Jack, I am not in the mood

MHJ: What the hell are you talking about?

GMtN: Where were you after the pay per view?

MHJ: We went to a bar to celebrate what we did to Dee

GMtN: Can anyone vouch for you?

MHJ: Probably the guys we put in the hospital for trying to start shit with us....

GMtN: Uh huh. So you have NO idea what happened to Danny?

MHJ: What the HELL are you talking about?

GMtN: Danny got run down by a car.....twice

MHJ: WHAT?

GMtN: He is in bad shape

<Moose gets to his feet and paces around the room in a daze, shaking his head and muttering under his breath>

MHJ: I.....I.......I can't believe this......

GMtN: Yes, your compassion is touching

MHJ: He got.....he got run over by a car......twice?

GMtN: Yes

<Moose snarls and flips furniture over and grabs a chair and throws it through the window>

GMtN: Wait.....you seem to really care....

MHJ: Danny got HIT BY A CAR

GMtN: Yes....I know, it is.....

MHJ: AND I WASN'T THE ONE DRIVING IT!

GMtN: Wait....what?

MHJ: SON OF A BITCH! I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO RUN HIM DOWN! I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO MAKE THAT MUTE BASTARD FINALLY SCREAM IN PAIN! WHO THE HELL DID THIS CORBITT??? THEY HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!

<GM the Nate just stares at Moose, his mouth drops>

GMtN: You two......you two are fucking insane

MHJ: <grabbing GM the Nate by the shirt> NO ONE TAKES MY MOMENT AWAY! I WANT YOU TO FIND OUT WHO THE FUCK DID THIS! THEY ARE GOING TO ANSWER TO ME!

<GM the Nate regains his composure>

GMtN: You two are both fucking lucky I don't SUSPEND you until further notice! GM the Rick AND Selena AND Bennett all warned me that you two were fucking INSANE, I didn't believe them.....well I SURE AS FUCK DO NOW!

<Chloe jumps to her feet and puns GM the Nate against the wall and glares at him, barely above a whisper she speaks>

Chloe: That man saved me. I would walk to the ends of the earth and back for him. Moosehead Jack DESERVES, no, DEMANDS, your respect. Corbitt, you better start showing it, or so help me.....

<Moose just lays a hand on Chloe's shoulder and she releases Nate. Moose smirks, Chloe looks down at the floor, and the two of them slowly back out of the office>

MHJ: good talk Nate, we'll be seeing you again real soon........trust me

<Chloe and Moose walk back to the Saints of Sinners locker room and knuckle bump LD and Stank, Moose then sees Stan sitting in front of his locker with his head down.  Jack walks up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder>

MHJ:  Crush

SF: <not looking at Jack> I thought I had it

MHJ:  You are one step closer

SF: <punching his locker> NO! THIS was my chance, and I failed! I failed the Saints, I failed myself!

MHJ: <stepping close to Fulton> No Stan......this is the first step.  Carter no longer has the title.  Ghost has it.  You have already proven you can beat Ghost.  Look at the big picture my friend.  You may have lost this war, but the battle has only begun.  And no one, NO ONE, can stop the Crusher.   Trust me

<Moose walks away and the camera focuses on Fulton, he smirks, then takes a deep breath and a slight smile passes across his face>

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DK Murphy


*GM Nate Corbitt has recovered from the last intrusion into his office when DK Murphy walks in, carrying... a cup of tea? That wasn't expected*

DK: Mr. Corbitt, please don't bother to stand up.

GMNC: I am standing up!

DK: Oh, sorry, just wanted to tell you how happy I was with the booking for Mayhem. Good on ya, mate.

GMNC: Seriously?

DK: Seriously. Also, wanted to tell you that, while I am still a proud member of Drink and Destroy, I have signed a management contract with Wally B King, who is of course a long-time associate of Drink and Destroy.

GMNC: I thought Wally's license expired.

DK: Apparently The Rick gave him a lifetime license and the board grandfathered it in after "persuasion" by Erlana.

GMNC: Being a Cubs fan was good training for this job.

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Crusher Stan Fulton

Fulton sits a minute more and then the booking sheet for next week comes across his iPhone. He looks up at Moose.

SF: "Do you see this? Today I was in a World Heavyweight Championship match. This week I'm in a match which could be declared "OOWF Least Relevant Championship: Stan Fulton versus Alexander Darling." What a fuckin' joke. This is the reason I'm thinking retirement."

Moose walks back over.

MHJ: "I told you this was a first step tonight."

SF: "So what does next week mean? Another step towards obscurity. You and LD and Stank have a Hall of Fame career behind you. Chloe has a long career ahead of her. I do not have either of those. No one outside this room noticed I won the Grand Slam. Do you think I have a snowball's chance in hell of being in the Hall? I'll answer for you. No I do not. And throwing around nearly four hundred pounds means I don't have longevity either."

Moose is finally so exasperated he throws up his hands and storms out. Stank walks over and sits down. Chloe hands Fulton a beer and walks out after Moose.

Sta: "Moose... hell all of us... want us all to succeed. These things take time, Stan. We can't all be in a title chase."

SF: "Hell, Lucas. I know that. This isn't my first rodeo. But look, even if you guys aren't in a title picture, you have feuds to hold you over. I'm curtain jerking. Again. When have you seen a Grand Slam champion curtain jerking?"

Stank grasps for an answer.

SF: "I think I just made my point. Even Alex had his thing with Danny for weeks. I might as well find out where Davin bought his hoveround."

Fulton stands up and walks out into the night as we FADE.

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Christian Carter

Noises can be heard in the training room, Carter's eyes are in pain, as the trainer is trying to wash his eyes out....


CC: AHHHHH! DAMMIT! HOW THE FUCK COULD THIS HAPPEN? FUCKING FOLZ, MAI AND THAT DAMN CHEAT JARED MANN! WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU TWO?

JA: Well, thought you had it, especially with Lexi...

JR: Yeah, we thought Lexi had your back...

CC: NO! Lexi is not to blame here...she did what she was suppose to do, and that was draw Matthew Folz away just in case...but I didn't see that bitch Mai getting involved...you'd think she's learn! Dammit! I should still be champ...

The eye flushing is finished, and Carter's eyes are still bloodshot red, and he is not happy...with the help of the Kings, Carter walks out of the trainer's office, and immediately head to where GM Nate is at...he bursts into Nates office...

GMN: Dammit, can anyone knock around here!

CC: Shut the fuck up, and listen...I want my title back now! Jared Mann is nothing more than a cheating peice of shit, and you are going to reverse that win...

GMN: Absolutely not Mr. Carter...

CC: God Dammit Corbitt...I had crap spit in my eyes, I may have retnal damage, and your going to give me my title back!

Nate just looks at Carter...

GMN: Unfortunately Mr. Carter, your loss tonight is official...but I do have some good news for you...

CC: And what is that?

GMN: You'll have a chance to get your title back, by cashing in your rematch clause next week at Mayhem...

CC: I don't need a rematch...I NEED MY TITLE BACK! You know all this....there is two people responsible for it...Juniricho Muyo...and his bitch of a sister! When I beat Jared Mann next week, and I will get my title back...I want Muyo! I want to kick his teeth in, and perhaps take his title just like I did to his sister a few weeks ago!

GMN: That, I can't promise Mr. Carter, the only thing I can promise is next week you will face Ghosthead, and it will be for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship...now if you'll excuse me, I have to get situated for Delaware! Good evening Mr. Carter....

With that Carter, still pissed walks out shaking his head...Camera fades!

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Mai Muyo


Mai Muyo is sitting backstage, legs folded in a meditative pose.

Mai: (reading from Ecclesiastes) "Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains for ever."

All our accomplishments, all our earthy glory - that will all fade away. But it does hurt more when you see the loss happen here on Earth, doesn't it?

Mai looks back at the monitor, playing FuseTV in the background. She notices Avril Lavigne's "Hello Kitty" video playing in the background, and laughs.

Mai: I'll be honest, Christian. I don't really have a mean streak. When it comes to feeling like a woman scorned, you're never going to see me match Chloe, Alexis, Power or Firewoman. But at the same time...(Mai points at the monitor)...that's not me either. I'm not kawaii - I'm barely even cute - and I'm certainly not your wilting lotus flower.

One of the first theology books Junichiro gave me was by Walter Wink. He has an interesting idea about what Christ meant when he said to turn the other cheek. Supposedly, during Jesus's time, you struck someone with the back of the hand to assert your authority - kind of like a "pimp slap" today. But if you "turned the other cheek," the person slapping has a dilemma. "The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. An alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was demanding equality."

I will never demand vengeance against you, Christian. Judgment is left for God. But I will insist...no, I will demand...that you recognize this "slant-eyed Jesus Freak" as your equal. And if that means I need to remind you that you can be brought down to Earth - say, by losing your World Championship at a throwaway Mayhem - then I will do what I must.

I assert that I am your equal in that ring, Carter, and that when the odds are even...I may even be your better. As my brother says...Prove Me Wrong.

FADE

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Power and Chloe

(As Mai finishes her promo we hear applause. She turns and is confronted by Chloe.)

Chloe: I've proven you wrong several times.

Mai: That was then, this is now.

Chloe: And nothing's changed since then. I can tear you apart seventeen ways from Sunday and drag you down to the depths of hell.

Mai: You will not make me lose my temper again.

Chloe: Ohhhhh really? What was it Carter called you? “Slant Eyed Jesus Freak?” Or, as I'd call it, the genetically inferior rip off of my Sister.

Mai: Don't start, Chloe?

Chloe: Or what? Just consider yourself lucky I'm not going after you this week. I get your sk8r boi friend this week. Then after I disassemble him, it's the rest of your Bracelet Buddy's friends.

Mai: She's not my friend. She said...

Chloe: She had you in a match. That's her way of making peace in case she...lost it. Of course she didn't. Your time is coming.

Mai: Chloe, why don't we...

Chloe: (Abruptly) Gotta go. Smell ya later.

(Chloe dashes off and Mai resumes her reading...but is distracted by the smell of vanilla. She looks up and sees a freshly showered Power who is smiling.)

Power: It's ka-VAH-hee. She's Hawaiian. And not near as cute as you.

Mai: Flattery is totally unnecessary. And how do you know...

Power: The music scene back in Lawrence is still booming. Kawehi's a newcomer there, but no rookie.

Mai: So...you and my brother.

Power: It actually went better than I expected. That new finisher of his, well, I'm glad I had a rope break left. I would have been done.

Mai: A time limit draw.

Power: My first real match with your brother and no interference from my sister? I'll take that gladly. As far as the Kings go, you don't have to do this alone. I'll have your back. Just ask.

Mai: I appreciate that, Edra.

Power: Hey, you've been there for me. What are friends for. And speaking of which, my sister...

Mai: She was just through here with some vague threats...

Power: She's gonna come after all of you until Fire gives her a match.

Mai: She won't...

Power: She'll have to. Or Chloe will hurt some of her closest friends. Seriously.

Mai: I don't think she believes it.

Power: She better. Lunch? On me?

Mai: With the whole gang?

Power: At least Sunny and the boys. The rest, well, we'll see.

(Mai stands up and puts her bible away and they take off for lunch as the scene fades)

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Firewoman

Fire settles in for coffee with Moose, but she appears to be in no mood for...well, is she EVER? Really?

MHJ: You look unhappy.

FW: That fucking bitch....

MHJ: Chloe?

FW: NO! Alexis...she can't win a match without help. It just goes to prove she CAN'T beat me, and she NEVER COULD. Not without cheating or help.

Moose merely chuckles.

FW: After everything we've all been through, after what she and I...well...

MHJ: Please, spare me that visual.

FW: And she and Alex...

MHJ: DEFINITELY spare me that visual...

FW: Not that...just the things they went through, their family, then....to just throw that away. I know Alex doesn't want me to get involved in that, but dammit, I just want to pull her heart out and show it to her before I rip it to shreds and....what?

Moose is smiling broadly, almost laughing.

MHJ: You being pissed at a Darling. *adopting in Irish accent* Warms da cockels o' me heart, it does.

FW: Shut up...

MHJ: Fine, fine...but we need to be serious about something....

FW: *annoyed* What.

MHJ: Chloe is--

FW: Moose, I don't care what Chloe is. It's not right...it just...it doesn't feel right.

MHJ: Well, it needs to feel right, because if it doesn't, a lot of people are going to get hurt.

FW: So? You don't like most of the people she SAYS she's going to target.

MHJ: Okay, well, I like YOU...and even if she flattens people I hate, that will hurt you, and the she'll move on to you, if you don't just face her now and get it over with.

FW: Wait...so you think I can't handle her?

MHJ: No, just the opposite in fact, which is why--

FW: *waving her hand dismissively* Besides, it's all talk. When has she ever done what she said she was going to do. She's just like her dad; at the last minute, she'll cut and run and--

MHJ: So just cut to the chase, Fire. Give her the match.

FW: ...

MHJ: ...

FW: No.

MHJ: God you are as stubborn as--

FW: This conversation is over.

Fire gets up and storms away. Moose growls in frustration.

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Rory Albright

Rory Albright is standing, but slouching against a wall. Carrie Weiss is on the phone and you can tell it isn't pleasant. They both are drinking from beer bottles. A random SFJ (let's call her Cass) approaches them.

SFJC: Rory Albright, your debut has been somewhat less than impressive so far. What do you...

Carrie holds up her hand to stop Cass from talking. Carrie hands the phone to Rory and you can tell he's getting an ear-full. Carrie gulps her beer down.

SFJC: Okay, look guys, You two are basically the bottom of the barrell and I've got better people to talk to, so if you're not gonna talk, I'm gonna go find someone els...

Carrie smashes her beer bottle over Cass' head. Rory watches as Cass' body tumbles to the ground. And smiles. Without taking his eyes off her falling, Rory ends the phone call call and then looks to the camera.

RA: Ya'll talk shit. Go ahead. I haven't started well, you're right. But look who I've been in the ring with. Ghosthead. LD Williams. Some of the greats. This week, I got Chris Evans.

Evans, you wanna talk about how great you are. What you deserve. You got a great resume, no lie. But you know what? I wasn't here for any of that. So, I don't care. You wanna walk out on MY matches? That doesn't sit well with the Sun King.

Maybe you're secretly scared. Maybe you're just a dumbass. I don't give a shit. This week, step on up to the Sun King son. We'll see what you got left. And maybe, just maybe, I'll send your ass down that lonely road. The road where the light at the end is getting bigger and bigger. That's the train that ends your career, boy. Choo-choo mother f*cker.

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Tuska

The screen switches to a dimly lit room, with the silhouette of a young man seated on a stool. The back lighting creates shadows that succinctly hide his face. The viewer can just make out that he's wearing Army fatigues, and in his left hand he's holding his hat. He has the upright posture of a soldier, but seems to be slightly uncomfortable with his surroundings. He nods at someone offscreen, and as the audio fades in, it's apparent that his voice has been obscured.

Soldier: I served with Shane Tuska in Afghanistan. We were in boot together as well- basic training. He was a cool guy and a good soldier. He was squad leader in boot- basically the best soldier in the bunch. They usually make corporal right out, which Tuska did. We were infantry, grunts. When we got to Afghanistan, right out of the gate, we got set up to drive some operators- CIA spooks, to this ugly batch of hills in the middle of God knows where... We were rolling 3 deep- that's three humvees. Shane and I were in the first with one of the spooks and our boy Sully on the gun up top. Three other spooks with in the other humvees, along with some Special Forces guys- Green Berets, real badasses. Why we were there fresh off the boat, I do not know. To this day I don't know.

He shifts in his seat.

Soldier: Anyway, we're about 40 miles out of base camp, probably another 7 or 8 to our objective. We're driving a road that goes between two hills or rock formations or whatever, and we get hit. We were up front, so we hit a mine. The truck lifted about 10 feet off the ground and fell onto the driver's side. I was driving, so I got knocked out... When I came to, I'm on Tuska's shoulders, fireman's carry style. I've got blood all over me. I look around, I see the truck on fire, and somebody's lying beside it, dead. I look the other way, the direction Tuska is running- we're heading toward the second truck. They're probably 100 yards from where we were- I don't know why they were so far behind us.

The soldier clears his throat. Even through the modification of his voice, it's easy to tell his voice cracks as he continues.

Soldier: Tuska had cut me out of my seat, kicked out what was left of our windshield and got us out that way to avoid enemy fire. Sully was dead on impact. The spook riding with us was shot dead as he escaped the flames. Tuska carried me... I'm 6'3", about 220. He carried me on his shoulders, 100 yards, through a damn ambush. We were taking fire from both sides of this ravine or whatever the hell it was. The guys on the other truck were trying to lay down cover fire, but they were shot up pretty bad. But we made it. Shane Tuska saved my life. Neither one of us was shot. I had a bad concussion and my left ear drum was exploded, and we were both cut and bruised from the crash, but we made it. 

Again he shifts in his seat and sighs. 

Soldier: These spooks, these CIA guys, they're screaming that we have to keep going, to get to our objective. I'm out of it, but I remember that much. Tuska's in their faces, saying we're heading back to base camp... Here he is, a damn corporal, standing toe to toe with Special Ops and Green Berets... He had balls, man. Anyway, he's clearly outranked, so it's back on the truck and we haul ass out of there- but we didn't get far... We found out later that these guys had intel that some Al Qaeda big shots were in the hills and we were going in to nab 'em... Apparently the intel was that we had a small window of opportunity to swoop in and grab them, that's why they were so hot to trot. But we got nailed, either an IED or a rocket or something... It destroyed the front end of our truck and made an avalanche, and basically trapped us. The third truck was OK, but we were boxed in by the terrain and all the fire we're taking...

He pauses, thinks for a moment. He shakes his head, as if he doesn't believe what he's about to say next.

Soldier: Somehow our gun was OK. Tuska climbs up and start laying down fire... The Green Berets had a ton of ordinance on them, so they all just start laying down fire, end of the world style. Tuska is exposed up top, but the way the truck was tilted and the rocks all around us, he had a decent amount of cover. Still though, they could've shot him out of existence... But they didn't. He was bulletproof that day. It was later confirmed that in all, we laid down something near 2000 rounds. Tuska never stopped shooting. He laid down cover when the Blackhawks came to get us the hell out. He was the last man on the chopper. He'd have gotten a commendation for saving me, and all our asses, but the mission was a spook thing: we were never there type of shit. 

He again shifts in his seat, uncomfortable.

Soldier: I'm not supposed to be talking about this, but I just wanted to speak up for Tuska. He saved my life that day. He served 18 more months in the 'stan after that, and he was a great soldier. 

The audio begins to fade, and the soldier places his hat back on his head. Through the shadow, it can be seen that his right hand is a prosthetic. He turns to the right and readies himself to leave the room as the screen fades to black.

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Ecosystem

Ecosystem walks up to Power as she takes a water bottle from catering. He's carrying a binder with him.

Eco: I saw you speaking to my sister earlier. I appreciate what you said about our match. I just take one issue with it.

Power: And what is that?

Eco: You only pointed out the moment when you almost lost. Pause. Frankly, if I hadn't fallen out of the ring, I think you could have beaten me after that European uppercut.

Power: I appreciate...did you just say "Pause" out loud?

Eco: What? No.

Power: Are you reading out of that binder?

Eco: Uh...

Power reaches into Eco's binder and pulls out a book.

Power: Acting Like A Face For Dummies. Seriously?

Eco: Alex's version of the book was really long...

Power: "Quick tips: When you retain your championship on a time limit draw, don't use it as an opportunity to talk about how you totally would have won anyway. Instead, try complimenting your opponent about how close he or she came to victory."

Eco: Okay fine, but I used my own words.

Power: "Try making it sound like you have an issue with your opponent, and then surprise him or her with the compliment following a dramatic pause."

Eco: Okay fine, but I tailored it to our match.

Power: Eco, I never hit you with a European uppercut.

Eco: So I misremembered -

Power: "Example: 'You only pointed out the moment when you almost lost. (Pause.) Frankly, if I hadn't fallen out of the ring, I think you could have beaten me after that European uppercut.' Smile and extend hand."

Eco: Um...I didn't offer to shake your hand?

Power shakes her head and walks off. Ecosystem shrugs and ducks out the back door, where he finds Stan sitting on a stump, looking at the sky a bit.

Eco: Beautiful night.

Stan: Sure is.

Eco: You know Stan, when I called you a stupid son of a bitch a couple weeks ago for brutalizing me and becoming a simpleton like Moosehead Jack...

Stan: You didn't mean it.

Eco: What?

Stan: You're going around being a nice guy. That's your thing this week, right? Before you go off on some other tangent?

Eco: I was actually going to say that I totally meant it, and you're proving my point.

Eco looks over at Kayfabe, hiding behind a car.

Eco: Permission to speak freely, Kay?

Kayfabe nods. Eco turns to Stan.
 
Eco: Stan, I've seen a lot of e-feds in my day. The internet is littered with the graveyards of fake wrestling stories where the players cared too much about who won and who lost. This place works because we all believe in parity booking and taking turns. So of course you're never going to find your purpose in championship reigns.

Stan: Right. There isn't much of a purpose at all.

Eco: Everyone here has an itch they need to scratch, Stan. When I told you, in kayfabe, that I thought you were better than the kind of sadism practiced by Moosehead Jack, what I meant out of character was that you're not trying to scratch the same itch he is. When you project yourself into a story, you're not just trying to burn the world down or imagine yourself as the baddest guy in the room.

Stan: So what do I want?

Eco: I don't honestly know. I can tell you what I want. I have a great life, but I struggle with feeling powerless to achieve everything I want to achieve. So I tell a morality play through two people. One is the story of someone who trusts deeply in God, and while she faces obstacle after obstacle, things work out in the end for Mai, because she gets to live her life with joy and calm. One is the story of someone who desperately clings to total power and control, and he, me, Junichiro Muyo, never gets to win in the end, no matter how many aces he's holding to start, because he wants something he can never have. That's the point. That's me reminding myself of how to live, every week. And telling that story with friends - even friends I've never met - doesn't hurt.

Stan: Is this a PM or a promo?

Eco: A little of both.

Eco looks up at the sky.

Eco: Beautiful sky.

Stan: Yeah.

FADE

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Firewoman

The Darling contingent is sitting in the Darling Luxury Suites when there’s a knock on the door. Lucky goes to answer it, and it’s a medical assistant.

MA: Is Fire here?

L: Maybe…why?

MA: *looking at clipboard* Blood test.

AD: What?

FW: What?

MA: New thing from the GM. *reading from the clipboard* “Given the lifestyles and appetites of our talent, and the amount of blood shed on an average Wednesday night, all talent will be subject to regular testing for various blood born pathogens.”

L: That is NOT in Fire’s contract, and she will not be submitting to—

MA: Mr. Corbitt thought this might be an issue—

AD: I haven’t had to do one. So it’s not alphabetical.

MA: --AND, he knew Fire would be one of the more…um….resistant to this new policy so wanted her to go first. Also here’s the part of her contract where it does actually say—

L: Give me that. *Lucky looks it over* Don’t worry, Fire, there’s probably a loophole that—

FW: It’s fine.

L/AD: Huh?

FW: Look, Nate’s right. I know I’m … uh… “safe” but I don’t know that everyone around here is. It’s just being responsible.

L: You hate needles. And doctors. *to the PA* Can’t they just test whatever blood comes out of her after a match?

FW: Lucky, that would be contaminated by … well, the opponents’ blood and sweat and stuff. Look, it’s FINE. I’ll be right back.

AD: I do NOT like this.

FW: Me neither…but…it’s smart. If I were still commissioner I probably would have the same thing in place. *she leans over and kisses Alex* I’ll be right back, and then we can go out. Or stay in…whatever you want.

AD: DEFINITELY stay in.

FW: Bad boy.

Fire smirks at Alex as she follows the MA out the door and down the hall. Lucky is still scouring the contract. The INC follows them to a room near medical that is set up with a phlebotomy chair in it.



The room is very long and narrow. The chair is down at the other end of the door, and there’s only about a foot on either side of it to the wall. It’s also dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights that aren’t all the way lit, and a single bulb in a cone shaped fixture hanging over the chair. Fire looks uneasily at the walls, the dark, and the chair.

FW: Uuuuuh…..

MA: Problem?

FW: Um, well, …. No, I guess not.

Fire walks slowly down to the end of the room, checking out the walls as she goes. She turns and sits in the chair. The medical assistant moves the arms so that Fire has both of them turned up where her veins would be, and then puts the third arm in front of her, blocking her in.

FW: Is that really necessary?

MA: It helps if people hold really still and that just helps.

FW: Kay….

Fire appears to be very uncertain. The medical assistant snaps on the latex gloves.

MA: You aren’t allergic are you?

FW: *looking at the walls and ceiling* Um….no.

MA: Do you have a preference for which arm?

FW: Neither?

MA: Hehehe….well, let’s see

The medical assistant feels around on Firewoman’s arms for veins, which makes Firewoman involuntarily recoil.

MA: I’m sorry…I know this is hard. And I might need to tourniquet both of these…

FW: I’m trying.

MA: I know….look, maybe if you close your eyes.

FW: I don’t know if I can.

MA: Hrm….

The medical assistant looks around and finds a cloth.

MA: Look, maybe put this over your eyes…do you think that might help? Cos otherwise, I’ll have to strap your arms down, and I know you don’t want that.

FW: Yeah, I’ll give it a try.

The medical assistant nods and gently puts it over Fire’s head. Fire does almost immediately relax.

FW: Hey, that is better. The towel smells funny.

MA: Probably the bleach. Okay let’s see—

The medical assistant puts the rubber tourniquet around one of Fire’s arms, and then the other, and puts a ball in each hand.

MA: Start squeezing those and whichever one pops up first I’ll take. Shouldn’t be too—

The medical assistant is interrupted by a beeping noise. She looks down at her pager.

MA: Dammit…I’m sorry, Fire, I have to take that. Will you be okay? I’ll be right back.

FW: What about the *swallows hard* veins?

MA: I promise I won’t be long. Look just keep the towel over your head and breathe. It’ll help. I’ll turn on some music for you.

Fire nods and the medical assistant walks to the door. She hits play on an mp3 player, and this song begins.



As she does, Chloe appears in the doorway, dressed in a nurse’s costume, and hands her a large sum of cash. The medical assistant looks sadly and apologetically towards Fire, and then takes off quickly. Chloe walks up to Fire, grinning, barely able to contain herself. She pulls on some latex gloves herself.

FW: Hey…um…Nurse? I think my arms are going numb. And I’m getting dizzy.

Chloe barely stifles a giggle.

FW: It’s really not funny.

Chloe approaches slowly and reaches down and quickly affixes the arms straps so that Fire is secured to the chair.

FW: HEY!! What’s the big—

Fire is rendered speechless when Chloe rips the towel off her head.

C: HI FIRE! See, I figured since you weren't getting the message that I wanted to talk to you, I’d take matters into my own hands! And here we are!!

Chloe looks around at the walls.

C: And MY isn't this cozy!!!

FW: I’m…you….why am I so dizzy?

C: THAT would be the chloroform. Not enough to knock you out…just enough to make you…compliant. You know, like you like your pets. Compliant.

FW: Chloe…let me go….

C: This has GOT to be like the trifecta of Firewoman’s phobias. Needles and enclosed spaces. If I could have figured a way to do this on a plane, it would have been perfect.

FW: Chloe…Clio…..

C: BUT, this will have to do.

Chloe grabs a needle and holds it in front of Fire’s face. Fire’s eyes become VERY fixated on the needle, and she tries to struggle but between the restraints, the chloroform and the tourniquets on her arms, she’s not all that effective. She shoots a foot out but Chloe dodges it.

C: Ooops…almost forgot!

In Chloe’s other hand is her branding iron and she cracks it across Fire’s shins. Fire screams, uncharacteristically, in pain. Chloe laughs and bends down to tie Fire’s legs down with straps.

C: You can’t get phlebotomy chairs with leg restraints. I had to order this special. Aren't you glad I think you’re special?

FW: Chloe….please….

Tears start to slide down Fire’s face. Chloe smiles triumphantly.

C: Don’t worry, I didn’t hit your pretty legs….and I remember, they ARE pretty….hard enough for there to be any damage. Just to distract you a bit. There….now you can’t move. Oh, the things I could do to you now….

Chloe gets up into Fire’s face. Fire struggles weakly.

C: But…that’s for later. What I need from you now, is your agreement to meet me, in the ring, once and for all. No partners, no contract offers, no throwing of things. One on one. Whatcha say?

FW: No…Chloe…I…I can’t.

C: Aw, but Fire, why not?

FW: Please…let me go…..

C: I can’t do that Fire. Not until you agree.

FW: Please….I think I’m …..

Chloe grabs the needle again.

C: Fire, you’ve never been afraid of shedding a little blood…even your own. See?

Chloe plunges the needle into one of Fire’s veins. Fire screams again, weakly. Chloe releases the tourniquet and draws some blood out, before removing the needle. Blood oozes from the hole where the needle was, down Fire’s arm, and drips off her finger.

C: Oh, don’t be such a baby….oooo…..so pretty and red…..

Chloe holds it between her and Fire so they can both see it.

C: So pretty……just like you…..so full of life……

Chloe lets out a maniacal laugh and then depresses the plunger, squirting blood all over Fire. She turns and gets another needle.

C: Gotta be safe. Can’t exchange needles ya know.

She does the same thing to the other arm, so that Fire now has blood running down both arms. Fire doesn't scream this time, more of a whimper really, as she’s almost completely out. Chloe slaps her face until she wakes up.

C: Hey! Don’t miss the show!

Chloe takes this needle and depresses the plunger, this time facing her, so now she also has blood all over her. She laughs again.

C: See? I am the martyr and I have been baptized you and I in the same blood…the blood of the traitor, the tease, the infidel.

FW: Chloe….Chl—

Chloe grabs Fire’s face with one bloody hand, squeezing her face, smearing blood on it in the process.

C: SAY it, Infidel! Heretic! Say you will meet me in the ring. SAY IT! SAY IT

FW: ………..NO!

Chloe slaps Fire across the face.

C: If you don’t meet me, I will DESTROY everyone you love. EVERYONE!

FW: *getting a little spirit back* Even Moose?

Chloe slaps Fire again

C: You aren’t fit to say his name, Heretic. Fine….have it your way. I have given Nate a list of everyone you love, if you’re even capable of it. I will be meeting them in the ring, one by one, and destroying them, in front of those beautiful eyes of yours. Their careers, their very lives….their blood will be on YOUR HANDS, Fire.

Chloe calms down.

C: But you can save them, Heretic. You can save them. Just say it.

FW: …….Please, Chloe…..no……

C: Well, well….the great and powerful Firewoman….begging and pleading……tell me Fire…..did you beg and plead Alex when he kidnapped you and was carving your face up? I watched it, and was so impressed that you didn’t….you didn’t crack, you didn’t break….and now, look at you…..crying and pleading…..you disgust me.

Chloe hits the light over Fire’s head hard. Fire flinches, which makes Chloe laugh again. The light swings wildly.

C: Just tell me why, Fire. What is it about me that gets…THIS….reaction from you?

There is a long pause. The music repeats and the fluorescent lights flicker.

FW: Because you’re……………you…….

Chloe looks at Fire oddly, as Fire’s head just kind of hangs down. She grabs Fire by the hair, the light still swinging, and pulls her head up, looks at it, and plants a disturbingly long kiss on her. She lets go and Fire’s head hangs down again.

C: Their fate is in your hands Fire. Just say the word, and it’ll all be over.

Chloe slowly sashays out of the room, humming along to the music, which is apparently on repeat. The camera pans back down the length of the room for a long shot of Fire sitting in the chair, in restraints, head down, lamp swinging, and blood running slowly down both of her arms…..

[wyattcox]

Moosehead Jack


<Moose is storming around back stage, clearly not happy about something. As he rounds the corner, he nearly runs into SFJ13 who just gives him a disapproving look>

MHJ: WHAT?

SFJ13: <putting the mic in his face> would you care to explain your actions at MidWeek Mayhem when you handcuffed DK Murphy to the guardrail and tries to end Dee Murphy’s career?

MHJ: No I really wouldn’t

SFJ13: How bout you do it anyway?

MHJ: What do you want me to say? That I enjoyed every second of it? That I would do it again without a shred of regret or remorse? That I don’t give the SLIGHTEST shit if her career is over? Look, if you, or anyone else has a fucking problem with that then……..OOF

DK Murphy charges from out of nowhere and drops Moose with a right cross to the jaw. DK falls on Moose and hammers him with punches to the face. Moose manages to roll him off of him and staggers to his feet, but DK is up and grabs him from behind and slams him face first into the wall. Moose falls backward to the floor and DK, a sadistic look in his eyes, grabs a lead pipe and lifts it and tries to slam it down on Moose’s head, but Jack rolls out of the wan and the pipe slams into the floor.

Moose gets to his feet and launches himself at DK and they tumble over a stack of equipment sitting in the hallway. Moose grabs one of the cords and wraps it around DK’s throat and tries to choke him out, but Murphy reaches behind him and digs his thumbs into Moose’s eyes. Jack howls in pain and staggers away trying to clear his vision. DK grabs a chair and SLAMS it across Moose’s back sending him falling to the floor. DK picks up a dust mop and slams it down on Moose, then flips it over and begins shoving Moose down the hall! Moose snarls with rage, but he can’t get any traction on the clearly freshly waxed floor and starts to pick up speed.

DK pushes Moose toward the double doors and Moose slams right through them and tumbles down the stairs. He stops on the landing gasping for air and holding his ribs. DK starts down the stairs and Moose reaches for the scalpel in his boot, but DK leaps off the stairs and drops an elbow across Moose’s chest. Dk grabs Moose’s leg and drags him down the next flight of stairs, Moose holds his head to keep it from slamming against the stairs, but it does little good. DK kicks the doors open and we see they are on the main concourse.

Murphy pulls Moose to his feet and whips him into the wall. Moose slams into it and staggers backward, Murphy grabs him and tries to set him up for the CHOMP, but Moose slips free and low blows Murphy. DK sinks to his knees in pain and Moose grabs a trash can and slams it down on the top of DK’s head. Moose pulls him up and throws him over the concession counter into the pizza kitchen, climbs onto the counter and leaps off, dropping a knee across DK’s chest. Moose grabs the wooden pizza spatula (one of those great big ones) and waits for DK to sit up then slams him in the face with it. Murphy falls to the floor and Moose pounces on him and chokes him with both hands. DK reaches for anything handy and comes up with a handful of parmesan cheese that he throws in Moose’s face. Moose howls in pain and falls backward trying to get the cheese out of his eyes.

Murphy gets to his feet and slams Moose face first into the dishwasher, then grabs the spray nozzle and tries to waterboard Moose, but when that doesn’t work, he wraps it around Moose’s throat and tries to choke him out. Moose grabs a glass and breaks it on the sink and uses a piece of it to gouge DK’s forehead, causing the blood to flow and Murphy to howl in pain. Moose staggers away and Murphy snarls and charges after him, but Moose grabs a pizza pan and SLAMS it across Murphy’s face dropping him to the floor. Moose snarls and staggers a bit trying to steady himself. He grabs Murphy by the leg, kicks open the back door and drags him out by the dumpster.

Moose pulls Murphy to a sitting position and pulls the scalpel from his boot and puts it against Murphy’s throat. Before he can do the worst imaginable, DK reaches into HIS boot and pulls out a TASER! He reaches over his shoulder and ZAPS Moose sending him flying backward convulsing with pain. DK snarls as he gets to his feet and grabs Moose by the hair and slams him face first into the dumpster. Moose is now a bloody mess as well. He drops to his knees and DK grabs a handful of hair and drags him to the flatbed truck that is parked next to the dumpster. He lifts Moose and throws him onto the trailer, then climbs up after him, pulls Moose to his feet and hits the CHOMP! HOLY SHIT MOOSE MIGHT BE DEAD!

Murphy gets off the trailer and staggers around then pulls one of the tie downs from the trailer an throws it across Moose to the other side. Murphy secures the other side, and soon enough Moose realizes that he can’t move. Moose screams threats, but DK ignores him and walks to the cab of the truck and opens it. The driver looks startled, but DK reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills and hands it to the driver

DKM: Drive. Slaughter Beach, Delaware. The arena there. Don’t stop until you get there.

The driver counts the money, then nods, starts the truck and slowly pulls out of the parking lot, the whole time Moose is screaming death threats to DK. Murphy watches him go and shakes his head

DKM: Stupid son of a bitch. No one tries to hurt MY family and gets away with it……

<DK staggers back to the arena, and we fade>

[wyattcox]

Ecosystem

As Fire lies there in the chair, someone approaches the door, singing along with the lyrics of the song.

Voice: "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you...You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you." How unsubtle can one woman be? Let's put on something else.

Fire stirs as Eco flips on his iPad Flashlight App, illuminating the room and his face. He unlocks the mp3 player playing Chloe's music and switches it to Taylor Swift.

Fire: (weakly) T-Swift...really?

Eco: Like "You Belong With Me" isn't a modern classic. 

Eco rinses a towel in warm water and grabs some bandaging from the side table. He walks over to Fire and starts cleaning and dressing the small wounds.

Eco: "If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see..."

Fire: Juni...let me out...

Eco: Just hold on for a minute, may as well bandage this properly.

Fire: Juni. Now.

Eco and Fire lock eyes. Fire's eyes are a bit more plaintive than usual, and Eco quickly nods and unstraps Firewoman.

Eco: Chloe hit your manual reset button hard.

Fire: You could say that.

Fire tries to pop up, but she's still groggy, and stumbles. Eco helps her sit back down.

Eco: You remember the Daffy Duck bit about pain? "I'm not like other people. I can't stand pain. It hurts me!" It's a joke. Even strong people feel pain, Lis--Firewoman. Chloe went for the mental Achilles heel rather than the literal one, but that doesn't make you weak.

Fire: It's more than that...she's...there's something that's not right...

Eco bends down and takes Fire's hand in his hands.

Eco: Listen to me, Lisa - and I'm sorry, I'm going to use your name this one time, because it's personal and it's not business. I know that you can take Chloe out, and that any questions in your mind are just temporary confusions. But I respect your wishes, and I only want you to take on that challenge when you're ready. If Chloe goes after me, let her go after me. I'm sure I speak for Mai, and I'm sure I speak for your husband as well. We trust you...and we love you.

Fire nods, but goes briefly groggy again...enough that she doesn't notice Eco continuing to stare at her after those last words.

Eco: I'm not going to carry you. Let's walk.

Eco tucks his head under Fire's arm, grabs his iPad, and helps her walks out as "You Belong With Me" continues to play in the background.

Fade.

[wyattcox]

Stank

*Stank walks into the rest room of a Sunoco gas station and begins to take a piss in the urinal next to a suddenly nervous looking smaller white man. The guy finishes up quickly then makes a beeline for the exit, but Stank starts speaking which stops the man cold.*

Stank - Hey! Wash your hands before you leave! What are you an animal?

*The man turns around timidly and darts his eyes between the sink and Stank, who is still relieving himself in the urinal. Stank glares at the man.*

Stank - ... What the fuck you waiting for? Go ahead.

*The man quickly steps to the sink and runs water over his hands.*

Stank - Use soap, gotdammit!

*The man presses the soap dispenser and washes his hands quickly. Stank zips up and walks toward him. The guy barely has time to snatch some paper towel in which to dry off before scurrying out the door. Stank nonchalantly walks over to the sink where the water is still running. He presses the soap dispenser and rubs the sweet smelling goo all over his hands, before rinsing them off under the water. Stank turns the water off and grabs a paper towel when the man comes BURSTING back into the restroom.*

Guy - M.M.. mister you gotta help me!

*Stank dries his hands in the paper towel, and tosses it in the trash bin, before turning to address the man.*

Stank - What's wrong?

Guy - There are two guys out there... they're gonna kill me!

Stank - What did you do?

Guy - Nothin I SWEAR! Look I'll make it worth your while! You're a big guy I know you can take em.

Stank - What, you assume because I'm big and black that I'm some sort of thug for hire?

Guy - No No NO SIR! I just... I can't fight.

Stank - Just call the police.

Guy - I can't do that!

Stank - Why the fuck not?

Guy - I...

Stank - What did you do?

*The man sighs and throws his hands up in exasperation.*

Guy - Okay, okay... Some guy paid me to drive to Delaware with the smaller guy strapped to the back of my flatbed truck.

Stank - What?

Guy - Yeah it was the damnedest thing!

Stank - And you took the money?

Guy - Wel- well YEAH. It was a lot of money.

*Stank smirks and shakes his head.*

Guy - Don't judge me. You would've done-

Stank - You assume because I'm BLACK I'm just some sort of thu-

Guy - No no NO! Damn it mister! I ain't got a lot of time! They gonna kill me PLEASE!

Stank - *Sigh* Give me the money that was paid to you.

Guy - What? I ain't got all of it.

Stank - Just give me what you got left.

*The man hesitates.*

Stank - Alright fine. Guess you can handle this all by yourself.

Guy - Okay OKAY! Here! Take it! Take all of it!

*The man hands Stank his wallet. Stank fishes out a lone twenty dollar bill then smacks the wallet back in the man's hand.*

Stank - Don't insult me. You want my help, or not?

*The man begrudgingly reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. He hands it over to Stank who thumbs through the bills.*

Stank - Wow this is a lot of money. The guy who paid you must have really hated the other guy.

Guy - I don't know. The guy strapped to my truck, the bigger fella must've cut him loose. They're out there looking for me but the smaller one is a bit beat up. So  I figure... you being so big and all... I think you got the advantage. Now... you go out there and you hold em off while I sneak around, hop in my truck and leave you to it. I done paid you all I got so I expect you to deliver.

Stank - Understood.

*Stank GOOZLES the man and lifts him off his feet with one arm. The man swings his feet wildly, grabbing at Stank's wrist! Without letting go, Stank plants the man back on his feet and pulls him in close.*

Stank - Those are my brothers out there.

*The man looks very confused.*

Stank - What you think because I'm black I can't have white brothers?

*Stank drags the man outside where Stan Fulton and a beat up looking, blood encrusted, Moosehead Jack are standing. Moose collapses to his knees, exhausted, as Stank tosses the truck driver at Fulton's feet.*

Stank - Admit it Stan. You would miss moments like this.

*Fulton smiles then shrugs in begrudging agreement, before pulling the truck driver to his feet, who begins to plead for his life.*

Stank - Oh shut the fuck up, man. We're not going to kill you.

Moose - Speak for yourself.

*Stank walks over to Moose and helps him to his feet.*

Stank - Nah, Moose. Save that shit for DK when we get to Delaware.

*Moose snarls at the truck driver, but at Stank's urging, he turns around and walks with the big man toward Fulton's car. Stan straightens out the truck driver's clothes and picks the man's cap up off of the asphalt. He dusts off the cap and forcefully shoves it on top of the man's head then pats him on the cheek.*

SF - Enjoy the pain.

*Stan shoves the guy backwards who stumbles and falls on his ass. Fulton then turns and walks toward his car. Stank yells back over his shoulder at the Truck Driver.*

Stank - I'm taking this! I'm taking your truck!

*Stank and Moose climb up into the cab of the truck. The driver conveniently left his keys in the ignition. Stank fires the truck up and waves at Stan as he drives past and pulls onto the highway. Stank puts the truck in drive and follows.*

Moose - Thanks.

Stank - Don't mention it.

Moose - LD and Chloe couldn't make it?

Stank - She begged me to come, but I'm kind of pissed off at her right now.

Moose - Why?

Stank - Oh... I forget you were busy. Chloe went after your sister. It was hard for me to watch when I saw what she did.

Moose - How bad?

Stank - I don't know which was worse. Watching Chloe abuse your sister... or watching Lisa's reaction to it.

Fade

[wyattcox]

Alexander Darling

*Parking Lot of the Arena*

LD Williams & Chloe are trying to get out of the arena to catch up to the rest of the Saints, but there's palpable tension between the two.

Chloe: I'm sorry Mr. Williams, but she had it coming.

LDW: Like I said Chloe, I'm not getting involved. It's between you and her, but I'm also not going to condone it.

Chloe: Understood Mr. Williams. I hope Mr. Mann & Mr. Fulton got to Jack in time.

LDW: I'm sure they did. Let's catch up.

Voice from the darkness: Let's not catch up just yet.

LD & Chloe look around as a hooded figure steps out from the shadows.

Chloe: Oh lookie who it is.

The person pointedly ignores Chloe as he walks up to LD Williams...

Alex: You and I, we're not friends.

LDW: You got that right, so what's the play here?

Alex: I think you have a healthy amount of respect for tradition as well. If this stays between Chloe and I, I think you'll let it be.

LDW: Interesting theory...gonna test it?

Alex: You know I have to because what she just did...nah, that's not gonna stand.

LDW: Guess we'll find out...

And with that Alex turns back towards Chloe and charges and the brawl is on. They're tossed into pallets, walls, on top of cars and just swinging wildly at one another. Both hit their fair share of shots and bloody each other up and LD is staying out of it for the time being. It looks like Alex is gaining the edge as he's able to lift Chloe up and hit her with a DARLING DRIVER on the hood of the car. As Chloe groans in pain and tries to get to her feet, Alex picks up a broken piece of wood and goes to swing it at Chloe when it's pulled out of his hands by Williams. LD just shakes his head and as Alex gets distracted, Chloe takes a running leap and drags Alex to the ground as they start rolling around once again trying to slam each other's head into the pavement. Alex once again gets into a mounted position and is about to slam Chloe's head when he's pulled off her.

Alex: I knew you wouldn't be able to stay out of it Williams.

Moose: Not Williams, boy.

Alexander's eyes flare up and the long-running feud reignites here as the two start trading punches. Meanwhile, Stank has parked the flatbed and Fulton has pulled up next to it and they step out and join LD in watching.

Fulton: We gonna help?

Stank: This seems like a family thing.

Fulton: Aren't we...

LDW: We are...but just hang back for a second.

As the three other Saints are talking, they miss the fact that Alex has been able to pick up a clangy pole and he swings it so it nails Moose upside his head. As Moose falls to a knee and Alex goes to stand over him, the three other Saints notice what has happened and Chloe has gotten back to her feet as well and sees her leader drop. That unleashes a fury and it also brings the rest of the Saints into play as they four-on-one beatdown commences. The Saints just brutalize Alex for a few minutes until finally Chad, Zane, Miranda, & Mai are able to get to the parking lot area. The Saints jump into their cars and speed off as Alexander is in bad, bad, bad shape.

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

Mai Muyo

Mai is riding shotgun with Miranda in her car, behind Texpress, who have Alexander in their backseat. She is texting, and our ninjacam slips over the shoulder.

Mai: Fire OK?

Eco: Yep. Just getting checked. Thought you were going to meet us?

Mai: Be there n 5 - Ridin w Miranda behind TP.

Eco: TP?

Mai: Texpress

Eco: Why are they all coming??

Mai: We're bringing Alex He got hurt

Eco: What now?

Mai: He attacked Chloe, Moose jumped in then Saints

Eco: !! Why did he go after Chloe?

Mai: ...Juni, u know y

Eco: I have it under control. Why does he need to get involved?

Mai looks super-pissed and rings her phone. She holds it up to her ear until it picks up.

Mai: Because he is her fucking husband, that's why! Not you, Juni. They belong to each other; she doesn't belong to you. Do you understand that?

Mai hangs up before any response.

Miranda: ...Should I ask what -

Mai: Drive.

FADE

[wyattcox]

Moosehead Jack

<down the road a bit from Panic, on a side road in the middle of the woods, the Saints of Sinners stop and regroup.>

MHJ: Ok, Chloe, you and LD take my mustang and run ahead of us, Chloe, you drive, but take it easy, LD’s neck still isn’t 100%

LD: It’s fine

MHJ: No it isn’t. Stank and I will follow from a distance in the rig…..

SF: We’re keeping it?

MHJ: couldn’t Stan Fulton Trucking Inc. use a flagship rig?

<Stan just nods his head>

MHJ: Stan, I want you to follow behind, and keep an eye out for DK or the rest of those White Hat idiots…..

Sta: you don’t think Danny or the Texans would come after us, do you?

MHJ: Danny, no, no chance, even if he wasn’t in the hospital. And Texpress? No. but DK has Wally in his ear, and we know that is rarely a good thing. Ok, everyone keep in touch, its about three hundred miles to Slaughter Beach

<Chloe and LD tear off in the Mustang, Stan climbs into his new ride

and waits for Moose and Stank to pull out. They get on the road and Moose slumps into the seat and remains quiet for a bit>

Sta: What are we going to do about Fulton?

MHJ: I don’t know

Sta: If he isn’t 100% focused on Alex Wednesday, Alex is going to hurt him

MHJ: Alex is going to try. Stan needs to understand that Alex is dangerous

Sta: You may be the only person on the planet that hates him more than me, but even you admit he is fucking tough

MHJ: Like a goddamn cockroach. Alex wants the world title just as much as Stan, beating Alex would be a big deal for Stan

Sta: That would likely get him a shot at Ghost……

MHJ: Or Carter

Sta: so what is the deal with Carter?

MHJ: I have no problem with Carter, Reyna or Allen

Sta: but Lexie?

MHJ: I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her

Sta: the look on Alex’s face when she turned…….

MHJ: Was fucking priceless. Alex thinks he is always in control, and she fucked his world up, so that was awesome, but still, I don’t trust her. At all. Even a little bit.

<they sit in silence for a bit, Moose lights a cigar and puffs on it>

Sta: you seen the promo yet?

MHJ: No

Sta: Watch it

MHJ: Later

Sta: No. Now

MHJ: FUCK! Fine <mumbling> thought my asshole father was back in Detroit…..

<Moose watches the promo and we see his expression go from curiosity to concern, to a pained expression. The promo finishes and Moose just sits there for a few minutes>

MHJ: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Sta: Exactly. Jack, what are we going to do about this? Maybe you should call Chloe off

MHJ: No, I can’t do that. Chloe needs this. And I think Fire does too, just………if this was anyone else, I would love the FUCK out of it, I mean playing to their fears, it was perfect, but……

Sta: But it’s Fire. Do you really believe she is afraid of Chloe?

MHJ: I don’t know what to believe anymore. I have never seen Fire act like that. I don’t think she was acting, she was genuinely afraid

Sta: And?

MHJ: And I don’t want to talk about it

Sta: It isn’t going to go away

MHJ: I know. I know……..I just…….I need time to process that.

Sta: If Chloe keeps pushing her, you know there are only two ways this can end…….

MHJ: Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

<Moose slumps back further in his seat and they continue down the road in silence>

[wyattcox]

Alexis Darling

*Suicide Kings Locker Room*

Jose & Jason are doing what Jose & Jason do while the masked man does what the masked man does. And by that I mean Jose & Jason are partying with some fine ladies while the masked man is standing near the door looking intimidating. Meanwhile Alexis and Carter are on the couch sitting so close they almost look as if they are one person. After nuzzling for a moment Alexis pulls back and makes Carter look at her.

Lexie: We need to talk.

Carter: I don't like the sound of that. I'd much prefer we keep doing what we were doing.

Lexie: I know. But you didn't bring me on board for that....well, not just that. So, we need to deal with business before any chance of pleasure.

Carter: Is this about how we're going to get MY world title back.

Lexie: Kinda. I need you to listen to me and know this isn't a personal thing I'm about to say, but it makes business sense. Sit back and watch.

Alexis picks up the remote control and plays the last little bit of OOWF-TV going back to Chloe's headgames with Fire and finishing with Stank & Moose on the road. We can clearly see Carter is enjoying what he's watching. Alexis shows absolutely zero emotion while watching but just examines Carter's reactions.

Carter: Damn good stuff. Now why did I just watch that? I mean I love watching people get what they deserve...

Lexie: That's the problem Chris. Whether or not they deserve it isn't the issue.

Carter: You're not getting soft on me, are you?

Lexie: Fuck no, but look at what just happened again. Who attacked Fire?

Carter: Chloe.

Lexie: And what is Chloe?

Carter: A Saint of Sinner.

Lexie: Right. And who just took Daniella out of action for a while?

Carter: Jack.

Lexie: Right, and what is Jack?

Carter: What's your point Lexie?

Lexie: I'm not done yet. Do we or do we not have a plan for my brother?

Carter: We do.

Lexie: And what just happened to him?

Carter: Fine. The Saints took him out.

Lexie: Do you want to know why I agreed to this with you?

Carter: It wasn't my devastatingly good looks and undeniable charm?

Lexie: I'm being serious. It was because you could do something no one else could do. Poe, Moose, and Eco could never eliminate my brother because he'll always have the moral high ground with them. He can lose to them, but because he's so different from all of them, he can fight the good fight against them. But with you, I know you hate the comparison, but because you two are so similar...the fact is when you take him out, he'll have nothing left because you will be his better. Moose might be more vicious, but Alex is a better wrestler. Eco might be more sadistic, but Alex is a better fighter. Poe might be more manipulative, but Alex is a better person. With you, there's nothing he can hang his hat on. If YOU beat him...he's done. But here we are watching the Saints once again give Alex the higher ground.

Carter: What do you want me to do?

Lexie: It's YOUR world right. It's the Kings world. Well, to me and the rest of the world...the OOWF is Saints land. And it always will be. You'll never have the legacy of 4 Grand Slam Champions. You'll never get the title runs to match Stank, LD, Fulton, and Moose. The OOWF will always be synonymous with those in the Saints.

Carter: Then what's the point?

Lexie: It doesn't have to stay that way. I know what you are capable of. I know what Jason & Jose can do together and alone. If you want it to be OUR world. Let's just take it. Let's stop playing second best. Let's go after what we want, who cares who stands in our way.

Carter: War on two fronts Lexie...you've warned me about that. Ghosthead is the target now. He has what is mine and then after that, we can revisit this discussion. But until then, I'm both a Saint and a King. Don't forget it.

Lexie: Fine. Whatever. I'm going out for a while then. I have a meeting.

Carter: With who?

Lexie: Don't worry about it. I won't get in the way of your precious relationship with the Saints.

Lexie leaves the locker room as she pulls out her phone.

*Fade*

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Firewoman


Firewoman is LEANING~! against some pallets in the loading dock at the new arena, smoking. She has a dark look on her face, and everyone pretty much reads the body language and aura as one of ‘Leave me the fuck alone’ and complies. Well, almost everyone. Someone in a hoodie comes walking up. Fire doesn’t look up, but Alexander comes and leans on the pallets next to her. She takes a drag of her cigarette.

FW: Sorry. I know you hate this.

AD: I think you’ve earned this one. Maybe two.

FW: Thanks….

AD: What do you remember?

FW: It’s kinda blurry after she took the towel off my head. Then Taylor Swift was there…that part doesn’t make sense…

AD: *smirking a little, although maybe wincing in pain* It will. It was actually Ecosystem.

FW: *looking confused* I didn’t know he sang bad pop music.

Alexander starts to laugh and then winces in pain. Fire turns to look at him for the first time and sees cuts and bruises on his face.

FW: What happened?!

AD: Oh, you know…..the usual. My wife gets hurt, I go after who hurt her, she has friends…I’m fine though.

FW: …….Moose?

AD: Among others….

FW: All of them? Even--

AD: Just…don’t think about it….you know how out of hand those things get, it was more about attacking me than defending … what she did. Any chance Moose and I get to punch each other in the face, we’ll take…what’s wrong?

FW: We should have gotten annulled.

AD: WHAT?!

FW: Then you and Moose wouldn’t be at each other’s throat at every opportunity, I may still be with the Five which means there’s no……her….

AD: Fire…

Alex turns her gently toward him by the shoulders.

AD: And then we’d both be miserable. Or I know I would be.

FW: We weren’t even a thing, it was just an accidental—

AD: Okay, yes but, I think back to then and compare my life to now….no way do I want that.

Firewoman manages a weak smile.

FW: I’m not too much trouble?

Alex smirks and gently, because his torso is all bruised up, and it hurts, puts an arm around her as they lean against the pallets together.

AD: Nope. Just the right amount. Besides, Moose and I hated each other before you came along.

FW: Heh.

AD: I hate to bring it up but…I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t …. I mean, usually you can smell a set up a mile away.

FW: *smile fading as she takes another drag, and Alexander tries not to be annoyed* Yeah…I really should have…..I’m just…..

AD: It’s okay….did you get a hold of Dr. Freedman? I mean, there’s all sorts of … stuff here. I know he’s on vacation but you said you could contact—

FW: Yeah, I did. I insisted he not cut his vacation short, but we’re going to Skype tomorrow. Extra sessions. Are you sure you’re okay?

AD: Nothing about fifteen hours of sleep won’t cure. C’mon.

Fire field strips her cigarette so as not to litter, and they walk…slowly, cos you know, injuries…back into the arena.

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Power

(Power and Sunny are snuggled in the back of the SUV being driven by the bodyguards up Highway 1 from Rehobeth Beach to Slaughter Beach.)

Power: AAAAhhhh... I wish we didn't have to go back so soon.

Sunny: Me too, but we have appearances and a house show to get ready for.

Power: We so need to get that little house off the boardwalk. It had such character...

Sunny: I know where your character was...

Power: Hey, I was by your side all the time. No one...

Sunny: I know, I saw how comfortable you were, but we should have made it legal.

Power: We will. We just have to plan a little better. A last minute thing isn't what we want.

(Sunny pouts a little before Power takes her by the chin and plants a kiss on her lips. She starts to take Sunny in her arms when the driver turns abruptly. Sunny chastises the driver in a foreign language and the driver retorts brusquely. Sunny grabs her tablet and nods her head.)

Power: What is it?

Sunny: Looks like some road rage incident. An 18 wheeler hauling a flatbed bumped one of those milk tank trucks. Milk everywhere. We had to turn off onto another road.

Power: But why was he so last minute?

Sunny: They had a hard time finding the highway?

(Power looks out and sees a road sign and laughs)

Power: That explains it.

Sunny: What?

(Power points at the sign)



Power: See? They couldn't find 404. Not found.

(Sunny just looks at Power)

Sunny: You're too much like your father.

Power: Well? What else is going on since we've been away?

Sunny: That can wait until we get to Slaughter Beach.

Power: (Taking the tablet from Sunny) Oh, come on. What could have happened while we were on the beach?

(Sunny sighs and gives up. Power starts watching. She laughs at first, then becomes more and more angry with what her sister has done. The exploits of the Saints and the Kings have her very upset. She shoves the tablet back into Sunny's hands.)

Sunny: What?

Power: Turn off the phone. Get away for a weekend. Nothing ever happens over the weekend, you said. I should have...

Sunny: Everything's fine. Fire's OK, your friends are OK. And this could be the break you wanted.

Power: Break? What?

Sunny: Eco's distracted. This could be...

Power: All you're thinking about is how we can benefit from this incident.

Sunny: In case you forgot, that's my job now. I'm supposed to watch out for your interests.

Power: My....interests. This is stupid.

Sunny: (Taking Power's chin) Do you want to win on Wednesday?

Power: Yes, but...

Sunny: Then you worry about YOUR matches right now, and keep your sister and Fire out of your mind.

Power: I owe them, I need to..

Sunny: Hush, take it easy. Drink your water.

(Sunny hands Power a bottle of water. Power drinks most of it.)

Sunny: Feel better?

Power: A little. Tasted a little funny.

Sunny: You're in Delaware. It tastes different.

Power: I guess.

Sunny: Now put your head on my shoulder and rest.

(Power rests her head on Sunny's shoulder, and Sunny quietly speaks to the driver. The sign that shows the way to Slaugher Beach is passed up and the SUV continues on Highway 404. Sunny begins to whisper quietly into Power's ear as the cameras fade.)

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Murphy's Law

*Stank continues to drive, while Moosehead Jack has discovered the truck's satellite radio and is checking out the Busted Open show, on which Wally B King is being interviewed by Dave LaGreca*

DL: Wally, does your return to OOWF mean a split has occurred between your young cousins and Drink and Destroy?

WBK: Quite the contrary. I could see that Victor has a lot to deal with right now, so I am helping out.

DL: We've already seen some unusual intensity from DK.

WBK: I do intend to help him reach his full potential. I think OOWF fans have only seen the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.

DL: Any updates on Daniella?

WBK: At the moment, all I can say is that she's not medically cleared, but she is going to be getting the best medical attention money can buy. Not only will she be under the care of a top orthopedist, but she will also have the benefit of whatever alternative medicine options might help.

DL: Alternative medicine?

WBK: Right. I've already contacted my favorite acupuncturists.

*Stank suddenly looks ill. He swerves over to the median and jumps out of the track, leaving Moose with a confused look on his face.*


*Moosehead Jack is driving the truck, while Stank is sitting shotgun*

MHJ: OK, so I forgot about what happened to you with Wally's acupuncturists.

Stank: How could you forget about that?

MHJ: We've been doing this for how many years?

*Stank's phone rings. He looks unhappy but answers*

Stank: What is it now, Wally?...Yes, I know what an Irish Car Bomb is...what? *Stank covers his phone with his hand*

Stank: Is there a motorcycle in our blind spot?

MHJ: Yeah, the jerk was speeding before but now he's drafting behind us, probably a cheap bastard like Solly trying to save money on gas...

*An explosion rocks the truck, and Moosehead Jack barely manages to pull it over to the side before he and Stank jump out to safety. As they jump out, a bike pulls past them with a rider wearing a helmet and a jacket with a skull and shamrock logo.

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Chloe?

(It's Sunday Evening and Tommy Wilder is leaving Midway Speedway Park after tearing up the go kart track with kids all day and signing autographs and posing for pictures. Wilder heads up Highway 1 toward Slaughter Beach on his motorbike when he sees a sign “Motorbike Path shortcut to Slaughter Beach” Tommy takes the dirt road and sees what looks like a ramp...but in fact is a tilted flatbed trailer that goes much higher than it looks. Wilder comes off the ramp hooting and hollering and hits the ground...that turns out to be a tarp covering a twelve foot deep 20 foot long pit. Fortunately for Tommy the pit is half filled with foam which partially breaks his fall, but it's a rough landing for the bike...and for Tommy's knee which gets tweaked in the fall. Tommy struggles to try to find his footing and a way to climb out of the pit. He hears an 18 wheeler drive off and hit it's air horns twice as the scene fades)

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Tommy Wilder

An hour or so later...


GM The Nate is sitting in his temporary office when Tommy Wilder yanks the door completely off the frame, leans it against the wall, and sits down across the desk. Tommy looks a little worse for wear, and tosses his helmet onto the desk.

TW: Dude. You're staring.

GMtN: Well, that wasn't… expecting you to...stop by? How did… Wait - What happened to you?

TW: Impromptu moto jump on the way here. Had to bail 20' up on a lazy boy no hander. S'allright Natester, I'm good for Mayhem. That's not why I stopped by though.

GMtN: OK. Now what do YOU want? Special match demands? Endless supply of Code Red? Gold plated skateboard?

TW: Can you make that Code Red thing happen? 'Cause I could get into that…

GMnT: Wilder, I've had a near endless parade of wrestlers in here the last few weeks threatening me if I didn't do this or that. I'm hung over, and tired. I really don't have it in me for your skate punk banter. What. Do. You. Want?

TW: Nothin.

GMtN: Well, I can't make that hap… wait, what?

TW: (Shrugs) I don't want anything.

GMtN: Then why the hell are you here?

TW: I'm just giving you a heads up.

GMtN: And here it comes….. along with the migraine…

TW: You should totally talk to the docs about that. But caffeine is good for migraines, so I could hook you up!

GMtN: WILDER! Back on message, please?

TW: Oh, yeah. Just wnted to let you know things are going to get crazier around here.

GMtN: Oh god, now what?

TW: Dude, you know me. I try to play it straight. I pull the occasion stunt back stage, but for the most part, I keep it in the ring.

GMtN: Riiight…. And?

TW: Well, with all the bullcrap going on – Saints, Chloe and Firewoman, the Suicide Kings and well, EVERYONE, Kings and Texpress, Folz and Carter, Alexis and Fire. I don't think "laid back" Tommy Wilder is gonna cut it. Not if I don't want to get busted up – again. So, I figure I need to caffeinate my game.

GMtN: Are you telling me that the so far, this has been your idea of "laid back"?

TW: Well, yeah. Why, what did you think?

GMtN: That scotch is good for migraines too…. (Puts his head down on the desk)

TW: Whatever gets you down the road, man. Just let the ninja camera dudes to keep up – if they can. Gotta bolt now dude. Keep the wheel down, bro.

GMtN: (Looks up from his desk) Hey, before you go – how did you do that?

TW: Do what?

GMtN: The door. I mean, your athletic, but you're not Stank or Fulton.

TW: That? Here (Tosses a hand full of screws on the desk) – I gave the janitor a 12 pack of 5 Hour Energy to pull the screws when you went to the john.

Fade….

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Stan Fulton

FADE in at the venue in Slaughter Beach, Delaware. Walking through the back parking lot amongst the production trailers is a man in a hoodie. He is moving gingerly from the myriad minor injuries he has. He leans up against a truck and rests his head. As he leans back the hood slips enough to see that this is Alexander Darling.

As he leans there a voice comes from around the front of the truck.

V: “You’re leaning on my new ride.”

Alex recognizes the voice and tenses as Stan Fulton walks around the front of the truck with a rag in his hand, wiping the grease from his fingers.

AD: “What do you want, Fulton? Come to finish the job for your master?”

Fulton smiles and shakes his head.

SF: “Word games. Is that what we’ve come to? Two Grand Slam Champions, opening a Wednesday night show and trading barbs in a parking lot. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

Darling almost smiles at this.

AD: “We certainly aren’t where we expected to be, are we?”

SF: “No we’re not. Guess the OOWF really does push the younger guys. Juni is the only Grand Slam champ holding gold at this time. Four of the Saints, you and Fire and Eco. The only active Slam champs. And Juni is the one that’s a current champion.”

AD: “Doesn’t seem right, does it?”

Fulton reaches into his overalls and Darling tenses again. Fulton, however, is just pulling out a pack of cigars. He offers one to Darling.

AD: “Your boss may not think much of the two of us sharing smokes.”

SF: “Moose is the leader of the Saints of which, I am one. Doesn’t mean I can’t offer a fellow wrestler a cigar.”

Fulton pulls a cigar out, and Darling does as well. Fulton lights his and takes a deep drag then holds out the lighter to Alex. As Alex leans in to light his cigar, Fulton slyly pulls a piece of flash paper out of his pocket and throws it in Alex’s face.

The resulting flash catches Alex full on, but his eyes were mostly closed as he lit the cigar. However it was enough to mess up his vision and clear his face of most of the hair. As he jerks back, holding one arm over his eyes, he wildly swings with the other assuming Fulton is stalking in.

Fulton is in fact not. He’s watching Alex struggle while smoking his cigar.

SF: “See, that’s the thing. Moose is my boss and he doesn’t like you much. Frankly I’ve never liked you much, but I respected the hell out of you.”

Alex takes a few more wild swings, waiting to get his vision back. While he does, Fulton has taken a large wrench from his back pocket. On one of the wild swings, Fulton swings the wrench right into the knuckles of Darling’s hand.

SF: “But respect goes only so far. You’ve squandered your career since ... well since your ‘epic feud’ with Moose. You’ve even managed to screw up Lisa’s career now, too. Hell, everyone you associate with never amounts to anything do they?”

Fulton dodges a wild punch. Alex’s one hand is bloody and misshapen and the flesh around his eyes is bright red. He’s probably only seeing vague shapes and shadows. Fulton doesn’t even have to try hard to avoid Darling. He takes another swing with the wrench, this time to Darling’s elbow. There’s a sickening crunch.

SF: “Probably why you play the brooding loner card so well. No one wants to associate with you anymore. Even Lisa is having second thoughts about marrying such an abject also-ran.”

Darling has dropped to his knees and is holding his arm, tears streaming down his face as his body tries to clear his eyes from the flash paper. Fulton kneels down next to him.

SF: “But the worst thing, Alex? I was turning into you. I was a former Grand Slam and Six-Pack Champion. I was accomplishing nothing. No prospects. No meaningful feuds. Oh, let’s not call your series with Danny a feud. When you couldn’t turn him into you after seven matches you ran him over with your car. How nice.

“I was cutting depressing promos all alone. I was in a very dark place. Maybe not dark like Ghosthead, but the depression and all of my medical visits were taking their toll. The only thing missing was the stupid hoodie and sitting on a roof like you’re the freakin’ Crow.

“I realized that I have the chance that, unfortunately for you, is going to forever be beyond your grasp. For I have friends. Moose, LD, Stank and Chloe. What do you have? Your own twin sister has abandoned you. Your wife is second-guessing getting hitched to you. Would you be surprised to know that she confessed to me when I was actively using my ordination? Oh, how I’d love to tell you all the things about you she said."

AD: "Fuck you."

SF: “But I do have a few scruples left. One of those is the sanctity of the Confessional. Granted, I’m not Catholic so hearing confessions isn’t really my purview. But I digress.

“I am not you. How do you put it? You’re Alexander Darling and I’m not. Best news I’ve heard all year. So you know what this week’s match is? Putting to rest the belief that Alexander Darling actually means something in this day and age.”

AD: “I will ... make you bleed, you big fat ass!”

SF: “You may just do that, Mr. Darling. But the difference? I’ll go back to the Saints locker room, open a beer with my friends and laugh about it. You’ll go back to OOWF Medical alone while your so-called-wife checks in on Juni and Mai and Miranda and whoever else she can think of to avoid dealing with you.

“Maybe once your gone, I’ll marry her.”

AD: “You son-of-a-bitch! I’ll kill you!”

SF: “Doubtful. You’d be going it alone and I’ve got four other people to stand behind me. Hell, let’s throw the Suicide Kings in there too along with your sister. Who do you think she’d back? Me or you?”

Fulton has that look like Morpheus had when he asked Neo if that was really air he was breathing.

SF: “Now I’ve got to get changed as I’ve got a haul to make. Yeah, I’ve decided since I have this nice truck I might as well make some money with it. Small jobs around the area where we wrestle each week. I’ve even contracted with the OOWF to haul one of their production trailers each week. I’m going the same place they are and I make a little scratch to use to hire a few of Martha’s father’s ... shall we call them businessmen... to guard the perimeter. For which the OOWF pays me even more! I might even become as rich as your estranged daddy, Alex.”

Fulton stands and uses one foot to push Alex over.

SF: “Now crawl back to your ‘loving wife’ loser. The sight of you sickens me. I can’t believe I almost became just like you. Maybe I’ll call you Reek.”

Fulton smiles at the Game of Thrones reference, because he is a nerd.

SF: “See you in the ring, Wednesday, Reek. Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton walks back to the Saints locker room as we FADE.