MidWeek Mayhem (06/11) Live! From Val-des-Boise, Quebec

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Val-des-Bois, Quebec, Canada
June 11, 2014

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Stan Fulton

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Crash & Burn vs. Power & Shane Tuska

Texpress vs. Stank & LD Williams
Firewoman vs. Chloe
DK Murphy & Rory Albright vs. Moosehead Jack & Chris Evans
Christian Carter & Alexis Darling vs. Matt Folz & Mai Muyo
Ecosystem & Alexander Darling vs. Suicide Kings



card subject to Youppi rampage

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SFJ# 3.14 is interviewing Tommy Wilder –

SFJ – Tommy, your actions against Chloe last week seemed a little out of character for you…

TW - Yeah, probably. But if you are asking if I was sorry to do it? Nope.

SFJ – Really?

TW – Look. I don't feel sorry for Crazypants. She's had that cast on for what, 4 or 6 months? It doesn't take THAT long to heal up a broken bone. And believe me, I know. She could've grown a new arm by now. And she certainly hasn't been swinging it around like it bothers her. It's was a freaking weapon. And it was time someone did something about it. So I did.

SFJ – Well, do you think it was your right to make that call?

TW – Seriously? The number of times various wrestlers have gotten stips for their matches, driven OVER Danny, jumped each other in every damn place you can imagine except airplanes, pulled scalpels, ball bats, chairs, pipes and brass knucks – and the problem is I took away someone's weapon? Uh huh.

Look, I know that Miranda, Alex, Fire, Texpress and the rest can handle their biz. But watching your buds get blasted by that cast week after week, just so Chloe can get her way got old. So, I did something. See, there's this unwritten code on the X circuit – someone start deliberately locking wheels, flat-landing other skaters, being sketchy in competition, you take that hamster and schralp 'em on the blacktop. Don't see how this is any different.

And I totally expect to get jumped as part of her payback. Fine. Honestly, all I wanna do is wrestle. Doesn't mean I need to roll over to some chode who thinks they got top ramp. And before Moosie starts bustin out that tired old bit about "white hats and hypocrites" – sounds like a Minor Threat tune… If that means I'm not a real "White Hat" anymore, cool. I mean, they had to see it coming – they kinda created all this, you know?

Time to quit getting rolled over by the Saints or the Kings anymore. They win it clean in the ring, that's chill. But any of the other stuff? Nah. That ain't gonna stand.

It might get crazy… hey… it might even get Wild.

(Wilder looks into the camera, does gun to the head with both hands and yells "SID LIVES BABY!!!!"

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*Benjamin Coleman leaves the referee's locker room and is heading down a hallway that leads to the parking lot. He hears a noise behind him and turns his head to see what it is. Spying nothing, he resumes his walk when he hears the noise again this time much closer behind him. He whirls around and still sees nothing and no one. He continues staring down the hall hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever maybe causing the noise, but... nothing. It's starting to creep him out a little, but just as he resigns to the notion that it must all be in his head he looks up and notices that the lights at the far end of the hallway start to go out... then the next set of lights, each going out as they get closer and closer to his position.

Coleman's eyes grow wide with terror and as the last set of lights next to him start to go out he turns to run for the exit when he bumps right into a growling Ghosthead! Fifteen paces behind Ghosthead stands the door to the exit, nothing between it and The Death Knell, but air and dwindling hope for an escape. The lights right by the door go out and in succession they continue to do so until only the lone light above Ghosthead and Coleman and the red exit sign glowing in the distance above the door remains.

Benjamin Coleman trembles as he stares past Ghosthead's shoulder at that exit sign. The Death Knell glares down at the fear ridden referee.*

Ghost - Look at me.

BC - Look, I.. I.. I was j..just doing m..mm.m.my j.job.

Ghost - That is a lie. Lie to me again and the pain you are due will be worse.

*Coleman summons as much bravado as he is capable and looks up into the white eyes of Ghosthead.*

BC - The Saints will not be happy with this! You need to let me pass! I'm an OOWF referee damn it! You'll get fined if you hurt me! Hell you'll get fired!

*Ghosthead spew RED MIST into the eyes of Benjamin Coleman who screams in agony and terror! Ghosthead waste no time kicking Coleman in the gut and dropping him on his head with a HORROR DRIVER! Coleman's screams cease, as he starts to lose consciousness. Ghosthead spins up to his knees as he kneels by Coleman's head.*

Ghost - A fine? A small price to pay for your suffering. As for my termination, I highly doubt the OOWF will fire their World Champion, especially when his cause is just. Now as you fade Benjamin Coleman you should ask yourself if your job working for the Saints of Sinners is worth the price of crossing the Ghosthead Killer?

*Coleman groans in pain, his eyes burning, his head throbbing.*

Ghost - Pray to whatever god you believe in that you never have to referee one of my matches again, or you too will know... just like everyone else... The Death Knell tolls for thee.

*Ghosthead retreats into the shadows, as Coleman surrenders to oblivion and the camera fades to black.*

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FADE in somewhere along the twenty-eight hour trip between Prince Edward Island and Val-des-Bois, Quebec, Canada. The production trucks are all pulled up on the outskirts of Montreal for the night at a truck stop. Stan Fulton is finishing locking his rig down for the night when a familiar black Mustang pulls up. Fulton sets the alarm on his truck and climbs in the Mustang.

C: “How was the ride in?”

SF: “Nice. Can’t thank you enough for setting me up on this path, Moose. And I’m not just talking about the truck.”

MHJ: “I just opened your eyes, Stan. That’s all I've ever done with the Saints. Opened your eyes to the possibilities in each of you. You kept hiding your true self behind all those gimmicks the others like to joke about.”

C: “Now you can be what you’re supposed to be.”

Fulton turns to look at Chloe in the back seat.

SF: “Thanks, Chloe. One thing I’m supposed to be I haven’t been and for that I need to apologize to you.”

C: “To me?”

SF: “Yes. I haven’t stood behind the Saints.”

MHJ: “What are you talking about, Stan?”

C: “I think I know.”

Fulton nods.

SF: “I made an assumption about you and your place here and I said things that were out of line. You, even more than I, belong in the Saints of Sinners and I am sorry I ever thought different. The five of us are the perfect blend and I’m forever at your service.”

Chloe reaches around Fulton’s seat and hugs him.

C: “Thanks, Stan. I needed to hear that.”

SF: “Sorry it took me so long to realize it. I’m not the brightest bulb in the lamp.”

MHJ: “And done.”

Fulton and Chloe turn to look at Moose.

MHJ: “That was the one thing hovering over us. Now we can take the brakes off and really start to influence the OOWF.”

SF: “We were taking things slow?”

MHJ: “Yep.”

SF: “God have mercy.”

C: “God might. We won’t.”

The three smile as Moose drives into the Montreal night as we FADE.

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A tight shot of Shane Tuska appears onscreen, his expression blank but somehow slightly strained. The camera pulls back slowly, and then flips, revealing that Tuska is resting on his head, with his arms crossed and his feet up in the air. He breathes slowly and succinctly, and then carefully uncrosses his arms and rests his hands on the floor. He nimbly, without a sound, rolls to his feet upright. The camera continues to pull back, now revealing Spider McNulty sitting nearby. The scene is the backstage area of an independent show somewhere in the wilds of Canada. McNulty has his propped up on a bench. In his lap rests a laptop, and near to his chair is his gym bag. McNulty's eyes are trained on the laptop's screen. His bottom lip protrudes, packed with chewing tobacco. 

McNulty: Yo, Shane, come watch this... It's a classic. 

Tuska meekly smiles and continues to stretch, a veritable study in Vinyasa yoga practice. McNulty reaches into his bag and pulls out an empty bottle of Aquafina. He spits some tobacco juice into it  and then motions to the screen, unbothered. 

McNulty: This internet gimmick is just fine by me. You know you can find just about anything on here? 

Tuska says nothing, just breathes deliberately through a deep forward bend.

McNulty: This is wrestling, brother. British Bulldogs v. Doug Furnas and Dan Kroffat, in All Japan, 1989. This ain't long after I broke in to the business. I tell ya, the only guy I ever carried bags for was Doug Furnas. Dude could work, and make any weight room in the world his. 

Tuska silently sits and looks toward McNulty. 

McNulty: Ayuh, Furnas was good people, may he rest in peace. Dynamite, on the other hand... What a tool. Tried to rib me, shit in my bag, but I knew it was comin' and caught him in the act. Chased him outta the locker room with his knickers 'round his little ankles. Prick. Davey Boy just laughed.

McNulty closes the laptop. 

McNulty: I was green as grass, brother, but I knew I loved the business. Still do. Ain't nothin' comes close to a damn good wrestling match. 

Spider leans forward and stares into the camera. 

McNulty: Even after all these years I been makin' towns an' bustin' my hump, I still love a good match. Which is why I'm gettin' real tired of the OOWF already. Anytime my boy here hits the ring with Power, somebody else comes along and spoils all the damn fun. You mugs can't just let the bell ring and let a good fight stay between the ropes? No class bunch of rats. (He snorts and spits some tobacco straight onto the floor) Furthermore, I'm sittin' in this rathole of a locker room in the middle of some town in Canada that's gotta name I can't even pronounce, just to get myself in the ring, knock the rust off. To whom it may concern: You got Angus Carrig McNulty on your roster, all legal and papered up. For cryin' out loud, give me a damn match. These indy kids got heart, but they fall over if you sneeze loud enough. 

McNulty puts his hand on his gym bag and smirks confidently.

McNulty: I got somethin' packed away here for whomever should decide to try an' get involved next week when Power and my boy Shane here take on the speed freak and that dame. Just so everybody knows. And Corbitt: for the love o' Mike, get me in the ring. I got needs, too. 

Spider leans back and props his feet back up. 

McNulty: Shane, we gotta bit of time to kill before bell time. Wanna watch some rasslin'?

Tuska shrugs and takes a seat next to McNulty, who opens the laptop. "Let's dig up some ol' Harley Race matches, whaddya say?" says McNulty as we ...fade.

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Firewoman is in the Darling Luxury Suites playing with Shotglass. She throws an orange rubber basketball with a squeaky in it, and Shotglass chases it. It squeaks when it bounces or he stomps on it and it takes odd bounces that makes him bark at it. He occasionally catches up to it and brings it just out of Fire's reach as he runs past her at breakneck speed. She eventually grabs it and throws it again, and he chases it a bit before bringing it back. After a few times of this, he comes trotting up to where she sits on the floor. She grabs him gently behind both ears and they touch noses. He lickes her nose and she kisses the bridge of his nose between his eyes and then pulls back and smooths the fur there.

FW: Okay, little guy....I don't want to, but I have to let you go. It's the right thing to do.

She grabs his leash and walks him slowly down out the door and down the hall. She hesitates a couple of times, but finally comes to the door of the Destroyitarium. She opens it and he happily bounces in to see Ashley and Spencer. They wave at her and she waves back and closes the door. She sighs, and then heads back to the Destroyitarium, and when she turns a corner she runs right into someone and back up to the wall.

FW: Chloe...please....

P: Oh for God's sake, I'm not Chloe.

FW: Oh....oh...right.. well, see ya.

Fire walks around Power, who calls after her.

P: That was a pretty pathetic showing last night.

Fire sighs and turns back to her.

FW: Yeah, well, we all have off nights.

P: Off night? You've had an off year since she's been back.

FW:  Has it been a year already? *shrug* It happens.

P: That's your response? Fire...

FW: Look, she got what she wanted, can't we all move on?

P: No, Fire, we can't.

Power shoves the run sheet into her hand. Fire looks at it, face completely blank.

FW: I don't get it.  We're done?

P: Since it went to a DQ, if I know my sister, she wants to actually defeat you, and make you hear her name announced as defeating you.

FW: Ah...

P: Look, lots of people have been giving you advice--

FW: I know--

P: But I can help you. I know how she thinks, and how she operates, better than anyone. If you were at your best, I wouldn't think you needed it but.....

Power's voice trails off as Fire looks at her as if she's studying her and trying to look through her eyes to her brain. Power looks genuinely uncomfortable.

FW: No thanks.

P: Quit being stubborn! I'm trying to help--

FW: NO you aren't. You aren't trying to 'help me.' You're trying to get me to take care of your sister for you.

P: Don't be ridiculous...

FW: Then why? You don't like me any more than she does.

P: ....

FW: ....

P: Because maybe then at least you'll be honest with ME about that match.

Fire smirks at Power and then turns to walk away before she stops and turns around.

FW: Sunny is drugging your water. Chloe probably put her up to it.

Fire walks away, leaving Power speechless.

FW: But since you know Chloe so well, I'm surprised you hadn't figured that out.

FAAAAAAAAAAAADE

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(Chloe and Moosehead Jack are dragging a doctor out of Medical to talk to a SFJ. Chloe's arm has been recast and her hand is heavily bandaged.)

Chloe: Because there is a certain speed freak around here who doubts the need for my protection on my hand and arm, I have brought out Dr Vinnie BoomBaz of the OOWF medical clowns to explain the nature of the injuries.

Doctor: Yes, Miss Neal suffered a minor fracture of the Ulna and several fractures of the bones in the hand at the hands of Alexander Darling and Danny Taylor at Midweek Mayhem on April second. These casts were scheduled to come off on July 1, but due to the actions of one Tommy Wilder, the fracture of the Ulna has been exacerbated and the cast will need to stay on at least another two months. The hand, however, is significantly improved to the point that it will just need to be wrapped for the next four to six weeks.

Chloe: You caused this Wilder. You will pay again.

Moose: Wilder, you should know by now not to piss off Chloe. You just made her mad again, trust me.

Chloe: Let's go, Jack.

Moose: When we get to Quebec, I've got something special for you.

Chloe: For me, what is is Jack, what is it?

Moose: It's a surprise, Chloe. You'll find out at the right time.

Chloe: A SURPRISE! I LOVE SURPRISES! Well, except for the Eco and Wilder kind of surprises.

Moose: I think you'll like this. Trust me.

(The Doctor scurries away as Moose walks and Chloe skips away as the scene shifts to near the Destroyitarium where Power is watching Firewoman walk away after telling her about her water being drugged. Sunny and the bodyguards approach.)

Sunny: Edra, we need to go.

Power: Firewoman lies. But why?

Sunny: Beg your pardon?

Power: She claims you're drugging my water, and that you're working with Chloe.

Sunny: What? Why that little...

Power: Easy, love. Remember rule number one. Firewoman lies. You can't trust a word that comes out of her mouth.

Sunny: Exactly. All the more reason to stay away from her jealous ass.

Power: Jealous?

Sunny: Don't be silly. She remembers that night and she knows that you're mine now, and she can never have you again. (Sunny shows the ring on her finger) And unlike her and her phony husband, we don't have that open arrangement. Just YOU...and me. And why would I work with Chloe, a super possessive and totally insane woman who broke my arm...twice?

Power: (Smiling) I don't know what she's up to. I can't read her. Never could.

Sunny: Don't worry about it. Have your fun with Shane and Mai and the other friends you have here. But stay away from her. She's trouble with a capital x.

Power: (Her eyes close briefly and then reopen) Capital x?

Sunny: Stay away from Firewoman. Got it?

Power: Got it, Sunny.

Sunny: Good, let's get out of here.

Power: Got it, Sunny.

(Sunny whispers in Power's ear and she seems to wobble a bit)

Sunny: See, that ball bat from the Draculs is affecting you. Let's get out of here.

Power: Yeah, wow. I need a bottle of water.

(Sunny hands Power a bottle of water and they head for the exit with the Bodyguards. They all get into the SUV. Power cuddles up with Sunny and quickly falls asleep. Sunny begins whispering in Power's ear as the SUV takes off and we fade.)

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<the Saints arrive at the arena and LD, Stan and Stank are getting unpacked, Moose grabs Chloe and pulls her into the hall>

C: Jack…..I have to get the bar……

MHJ: That can wait. I told you I had something for you. Follow me

<they head to the basement of the arena and enter a room lit by a single bulb, which appears to be all that is in the room. Moose motions for Chloe to stand under the light she looks at him suspiciously, then does what he wants>

MHJ: When I recruited you to the Saints I knew you had what it took. I knew you could be a leader, a force to be reckoned with……a Saint. Your feud with Fire, no matter what happens, proves that. And now, I am giving you the chance to prove yourself as the leader I think you can be

<Chloe just looks at Moose with confusion on her face>

MHJ: Gentlemen

<out of the shadows, Vlad, Tavian and Radu Dracul step forward, followed by Ember Blackpool, the Black Hand>

C: Jack…..I don’t……

MHJ: These are your men. Your group. You lead them into battle. You decide their future. They are devoted to you.

<with those words, the Black Hand all drop to one knee and pull a small knife and slice their palms and look at Chloe. Chloe smirks, reaches into her boot and pulls out a scalpel and slices her palm, then shakes hands with each one of them sealing a blood oath>

C: <eyes blazing> Gentlemen……stand up

<They do, and Chloe walks to each of them and looks them in the eyes>

C: Radu, you are one of the most technically gifted wrestlers I have ever seen. That PHWF TV title should be yours forever. Radu and Tavian……you two have the potential to be the next great tag team. What you did to Banned From Everywhere is just a start. Tavian……you are insane. You could be the next Moosehead Jack…..but you have a long way to go. Ember…..you are a monster. The PHWF should tremble at your feet. You have all the tools……and now you have the guidance you need.

Gentlemen…….the new era starts now. We are going to destroy the PHWF, then move to the OOWF and rule that with the Saints. There is one thing I have learned that is more valuable than any title, any contract, any adulation you could possibly receive:

Don’t think, just do.

What you did to BFE was not thinking, you were just acting on impulse, and you destroyed them. Together…..we are going to rule the PHWF and send notice to the OOWF that we WILL be a force to be reckoned with……now…..gentlemen…….I trust the OOWF will now provide you accommodations next to the Saints locker room. Go there and get ready for war, I will be there shortly and we will decide the fate of wrestling.

<The Black Hand all leave and Chloe turns to Moose>

C: I can’t thank you enough

MHJ: You don’t have to. Just like Fulton doesn’t have to thank me for anything. I believe in both of you. I know what you are both capable when you are focused. Don’t think, just do. You control the most talented group of young wrestlers the OOWF has ever seen, and Fulton is going to win the world title. I didn’t do anything but set you free

<Chloe moves in and hugs Jack, who looks a little surprised for a moment, then hugs her back>

C: Jack, I won’t let you down. I swear on my life, I will not let you down……trust me

<Jack and Chloe both break into maniacal laughter and we fade>

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Some time later it's time for another episode of PHWF Friday Throwdown. It has as it's main event OOWF Tag Team Champions Crash and Burn (Tommy Wilder and Miranda Williams) taking on PHWF Tag Team Champions Vlad and Radu Dracul. Their new mentor Chloe Neal is at ringside as the match continues to be high impact and brutal with Chloe injecting herself into the contest at will. Crash and Burn is starting to make a solid move and isolates Vlad, finally weakening the big man enough for Wilder to hit the Gravity Killer and tagging Miranda in for her Miranda Rights submission! Chloe hops up on the apron for the distraction while Radu takes a chain out of his pocket. Wilder sees this and hops up on the top turnbuckle and hits Radu with the AIRWALK! That seems to be the cue for Tavian Dracul and Ember Blackpool to come running out from the back and assaulting Tommy and Miranda.

The referee calls for the disqualification and that brings in Chloe to start directing traffic. In no time at all Tommy is made a bloody mess by Tavian and Chloe, while Ember Blackpool has beaten down Miranda and locked her in the Devil's Triangle. The Bay Bridge Boys and the Redneck Revolution try to come down to stop the carnage, but Vlad and Radu have chains wrapped around their hands and are taking out the PHWF boys. The crowd is livid and screaming, but the screams turn to cheers when Spider McNulty hits the stage and is calling for help. Chloe picks up Wilder and hits the CORKSCREW. Wilder is out cold. Miranda is out as well and Chloe signals Blackpool to release the hold.

Now Power comes out on the stage but Sunny is holding on to her and telling her to stay out of it. Power pulls away from Sunny and nods at McNulty and they head down the ramp. Radu and Vlad are still busy with the PHWF boys and make no move to stop the new challengers. Power rolls in and hits the big 6-10 Blackpool with a SPEAR! Tavian locks up with Spider and what a brawl it is! Power turns to her sister and Chloe comes across with a big fist...nothing from Power. She pops her again...nothing. A third fist is blocked and Power ROARS at her sister who is stunned. Power comes up with an uppercut and jolts Chloe into the corner. A flurry of fists from Power rocks her sister. Power throws Chloe across the ring...STINGER SPLASH! Power locks in a front facelock for the POWER DRIVER, but a big axhandle blow to the back from Blackpool stops that action. Ember picks up Power and hits a powerbomb while Chloe reaches into her pocket and slides something into that bandaged hand. Ember picks up Power and Chloe drives a fist right into the forehead of Power and Power crumples. Chloe points at McNulty and Blackpool drops McNulty with a knee to the kidneys. The crowd is chanting “Tus-ka, Tus-ka”, but Shane is nowhere to be seen. Blackpool hits McNulty with a HEART PUNCH, then picks him back up and holds him for Chloe to hit him with that wrapped hand and McNulty is out. The crowd erupts as here comes Texpress, Mai Muyo, and DK Murphy from the back. The Black Hand bails from the ring and is able to make it back to the stage area. Somehow, Chloe has a microphone.

“The Black Hand is here to wreak havoc on the OOWF and the PHWF. Dillon Walker, you've dodged Ember long enough. He's taking your title back. And as far as these teams go, whether it's Crash and Burn, or Silence is Strength, I know a team that is ready to take those belts from either team. And it will be brutal. Trust me.”

Chloe drops the mike as all four members of the Black Hand drop to their knees and extend their left hands on top of each others. Chloe clasps all their hands between hers as she laughs maniacally as the credits roll and the show ends.

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*The Murphys are getting in an early morning workout. DK finishes up a set of squats and racks the plates while Daniella is doing one-armed push-ups.*

DK: So when do you think...

Dee: It's not up to me. Ask the doctors.

DK: I did. They won't tell me about you or Danny.

Dee: There you go.

*She springs to her feet and grabs a towel*

Dee: You just take care of business, Dom. You've got Moose and Evans this week.

DK: Albright can take care of Evans. Moose and I have a lot of unfinished business.

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Ecosystem is with Renata Younger when he spies Alexander Darling down the hallway.

Ecosystem: Ooh! Ooh! Alexander!

Alexander turns around, and then tries to turn away. Eco runs up and grabs his arm, and Alexander swats him off.

Alexander: What?

Ecosystem: We’re going to do a promo together!

Alexander: Oh no we are not.

Eco: But we’re facing the Suicide Kings! We have to put up a united front, send a clear message that Alexander Darling and Junichiro Muyo are ready to put aside their petty differences and fight together!

Alexander looks at Renata.

Renata: Two minutes.

Alexander: (turning to Eco) You get one minute.

Eco: Perfect. Renata?

Renata: Ecosystem, Alexander, you’ve both had your share of conflict with the Suicide Kings over the past months. What do you think you’ve learned from your previous—

Eco: WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER, JACK, DUDE! We don’t need to learn anything brother, because when we get in the ring with the Kings, dude, we’re going to be taking them to school.

(to Alexander) Get it? It’s a pun about learning…

Alexander: It’s not even a pun.

Eco: AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ELSE, BROTHER! When The Ecosystem hits the ring, and he’s got all his Ecomaniacs cheering, it’s always pandemonium, brother. But when you add his very good friend (wrapping his arm around Alexander) Alexander Darling, the watchful protector, the silent guardian, the Dark Knight of the OOWF, brother, the roof isn’t just going to come off the Silverdome, it’s going to fly off, brother jack dude!

Renata: Alexander?

Alexander: (sighing) We will hit them so hard that we hit them very hard. Okay, minute up.

Eco: But we need time for follow-up questions!

Alexander: No, we do not.

Renata: Well, Alexander, after Firewoman had her first face-off with Chloe, to be repeated this week, it appears that she has not gotten over her trepidation—

Alexander: I don’t speak for her, and he certainly does not speak—

Eco: You know, I’m glad you asked that question, Renata, since Alexander is Firewoman’s husband, and I’m her best friend. And speaking as Fire’s very best friend in the entire world. I am confident that she will find it in her to rise above hate, seize the day, grab the brass ring, and jump off hate to hit Chloe in the face with both the day and brass ring, which she had previously seized and grabbed, respectively.

Renata: I think you misused those idioms.

Eco: On the contrary, I improved them. Isn’t that right, good buddy Alexander?

Eco turns to face no one.

Renata: Yeah, he left.

Eco: Sigh. Well, great interview, Renata. Nobel and Pulitzer Prize winning, at the same time.

Ecosystem walks off from the interview area to where Christina Gallagher is waiting with an iPad.

Eco: Any promos you wanted to flag for me?

Christina: The Saints had a little kumbaya session you might find interesting.

Eco watches the earlier clip of Stan apologizing to Chloe on the iPad. He grimaces.

Eco: That’s the Stan I worry about. Not aimless, not drifting, not insecure or desperate for recognition. Strong and stable. Bends without breaking. I tell you, if he ever defeated those insecurities for good, the fans would love him.

Christina: Remind me why the fans love you?

Eco: Because irony is popular these days. …

…And, BROTHER, everyone in this arena, everyone watching at home, everyone in the OOWF Universe knows that there’s only one true king of Ironic Idolation, only one truly Loveable Loki, only one Beloved Belligerent, the man who created this company, the man named for all of creation, say it with me, four syllables, count them off, let’s hold the E extra long this time…

Crowd/Eco: EEEE-CO-SYS-TEM!

Eco: Also, kids love catchphrases.

Christina: Uh-huh.

FADE

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Mai Muyo is kicking a punching back in the gym over and over, when Matt Folz walks in.

Matt: So you want to talk, or what?

Mai: About our match? Yeah, whatever you want.

Matt: About your last match.

Mai: Look, I know, but I didn’t even get tagged in, and maybe Junichiro should have been able to kick out even after the lead pipe shot –

Matt: I was thinking about the part where you screamed and kneed Carter in the face after the match before he even stood up.

Mai: Oh. That. Look, I don’t feel ready to apologize to him—

Matt: Apologize? You shouldn’t apologize.

Mai: No, really, why did I do that? The match was over, and if he had hurt me before, that wasn’t enough to justify—

Matt: You don’t believe what you’re saying right now.

Mai: …I want to.

Mai sits down.

Mai: I really want to. I really want to love Christian Carter, and not do him unnecessary harm, because he is God’s creation and all, but…

Matt: But…

Mai: But HE’S SUCH A FUCK!

Matt laughs.

Mai: All the Kings! There isn’t even a pretense of family, like the Saints have in their own sick way. They just – they just want worldly power and success, and when they don’t get it, they cheat, or they interfere in other matches, or attack people backstage—

Matt: I hate to tell you, Mai, but that’s all pretty par for the course. And you know that too.

Mai: I guess…it’s just coming to a head a little bit.

Matt: Right. It’s building frustration. And I’m telling you, you need to let that frustration out. And frankly, even if you shouldn’t be that impulsive, kneeing Carter right in the face after the match wasn’t such a bad idea.

Mai: An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. Better to turn the other cheek.

Matt: You can turn your own cheek as many times as you want, but you don’t get to turn someone else’s cheek for them. Look, Mai, I’ve given you pep talks about your own career, and I don’t feel like repeating myself. But when I get in the ring with you as your tag team partner, you have an obligation to me. Deeper even than your obligation to those fans who chant “NOW!” for you. You need to back me up out there, and Good Sport Mai will not be enough to fulfill that obligation. Do you understand that?

Mai pauses, then nods.

Matt: Say it.

Mai: I understand. And I will have your back.

Matt: All right then. Keep kicking the stuffing out.

Matt exits. Mai returns to kicking.

FADE

[wyattcox]

Alexander Darling is walking away from Ecosystem when he walks into the press conference area, where Firewoman is nervously drinking some Aquafina.

FW: I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

AD: Your new best friend delayed me.

FW: Oh...sorry....you don't have to be here, you know. I know this is going to suck for you.

AD: Hey..together, right?  We talked about this.

Firewoman nods as Alexander takes her chin and kisses her forehead. Finally, she takes a deep breath and goes up to the bank of microphones.

FW: Okay, I know I haven't been all that forthcoming lately, and ... well, just some things I'm working on, so go ahead with the questions.

Rep1: You finally met up with Chloe Neal last Wednesday and the was, well...

FW: Less than people hoped for?

Rep1: To put it politely.

FW: *batistalaugh* Well, it was certainly not what I'd hoped for, and my ribs are still bruised. I knew I'd have to meet Chloe sooner or later, and I was hoping for later. It was just...too soon....but, things happened, and I had to accept her challenge even though the time wasn't right...just...wasn't right....

Her voice trails off and there's some awkward silence as Fire appears to be deep in thought.

Rep2: Do you mean her attack on Alex?

Fire looks to the back to where Alexander is. He nods his support.

FW: That's it partially. Alexander doesn't need anyone to fight his battles for him, and...well, usually neither do I. But the attack on Miranda and him, all my friends, really...just had to move things up, 'sall.

Rep3: Why do you think Chloe has this vendetta against you?

FW: You would have to ask Chloe that.

Rep4: She says it's because you won't be honest with her about that night.

FW: Well.....that's because I haven't. But I intend to change that. Right now. Get yer pencils ready, and start the tape rolling.

A hush and then murmur as people do indeed get their writing implements ready and start their recording devices. Fire again looks at Alexander who nods.

FW: That night...I have not been honest about that night. I know that's not a huge shock, those that know me. In fact, I've said very little about that night. I've hinted at, smiled at, dodged the question, changed the subject and done everything within my power to avoid talking about ...that night. I'm finally, though, I think ready to come clean and ... well, be honest. It's a funny thing, honesty, and I'm not used to it. But that night I was confronted with something I had never faced before...and I have faced a lot. Hell, I faced Poe and tried to be an ally for the sake of my brother, and then faced him in the ring. You think that wasn't tough?

Rep5: Are you saying Power and Glory were tougher?

FW: In...well, in a way, maybe...I don't know, I thought I could handle this, but--

Rep6: *growing impatient* Fire, just answer the simple yes or no question. Did you throw the match?

FW: The what?

Rep6: The match that scored Power and Glory their contracts with OOWF.

FW: Huh?

Rep6: Isn't that what this is about?

FW: What? No....this is about the night we met. The night I thought I picked up two Amish women for a night.

Rep3: Amish?

FW: Or whatever...I wasn't really paying attention. The point is that it was more than I bargained for, and ... well, I just couldn't get that night out of my mind...I still think about it....

Fire looks to the back where Alex is no longer nodding, he's merely looking down.

Rep5: Firewoman...is what Sunny said true?

FW: What did she say?

Rep6: That you were jealous because you could never have Power again.

FW: What? That's ridiculous. It was never about Power, it's about Chloe.

There is a collective gasp. Fire takes another deep breath.

FW: That's not how I wanted that to come out.  Most of my...extracurricular endeavors are nameless, faceless...one blurs kind of into another, if they are remembered at all. But Chloe.....well, she kinda stuck in my mind, you know? Then they were gone and I thought, yay, cool, I'm finally free....

But...then they came back. SHE came back. And before I could say or so anything...my brother came along. And she chose him.

Fire sighs and the room is shocked.

FW: Anyway, I tried to just ignore her, and that didn't work. So now I have to get in the ring with her. But finally, I can do so without that burden on my shoulders. Thank you all for listening.

Fire leaves before the shock wears off so there are no more questions. She walks to the back where Alex is standing, arms crossed, looking down, although he looks up when she approaches.

FW: You okay?

AD: I'm good...that's over.

FW: Are we.....?

AD: ....Let's grab some dinner.

Alex moves just behind Fire, hand on small of her back and the two leave to go get dinner.

[wyattcox]

*After Dinner*

Firewoman and Alexander are returning from a quiet dinner and it's pretty clear the mood is in between thoughtful and somber, but not necessarily angry. But there is a palpable tension between the two that gets larger the more they don't speak as they return to the locker room suite. Before they open the door, Firewoman turns to Alex...

Firewoman: Are we going to talk about it?

Alex: Talk about what?

Firewoman: Don't play that game with me.

Alex: What do you want me to say Lee? That you having anything resembling feelings for her makes my skin crawl. That whatever may be going on with Lexie and I, what she and Edra put us through is as bad as almost anything we've gone through. That I wonder if maybe you do have some sort of darkness within you and what that makes me to you.

Firewoman: You know exactly what you are to me. And you know I hate feeling this way, but it's there and I can't do anything about it.

Alex: Maybe we should take another look at leaving this all behind then. It's not like Carter's ever going to respond to my offer of a match at Hell on Earth. And like I've said, I've done it all. What's really left?

Firewoman: No. Just no. We're not walking away like that. We will make it through this. I promise you that.

Alex: I hope you're right.

Suddenly Fire & Alex hear a loud growl coming from their locker room.

Firewoman: I thought you had Stark locked up in the Menagerie.

Alex: I did. He is. What the hell?

Alex slowly opens the door with Fire looking over his shoulder. They see Lucky sitting in a chair as he holds this:


Alex: Fire, say hello to Sif.

Firewoman: That's...mine?

Alex: It sure is.

Firewoman: But you're mad at me.

Alex: So? Being mad doesn't make me stop seeing that you're hurting, so I wanted to make you feel better.

Firewoman: She's adorable.

Alex: I know. Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go train with the 2nd least likely person I ever thought I'd have to tag with.

Firewoman: Be nice. He's trying. I really believe that.

Alex: Mmmhmmm.

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

We come up in the Destroyatorium, and Ashley and Spencer are playing with the recently returned Shotglass as DK, Dee and Wally sit at the bar. Victor sits alone in a back booth, flipping his finger across one of those electronic book device things. (OOC I legit can't think of what they are called) When the front door opens, the camera pans over and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor standing there with a
big smile on his face. The girls let out a large sqeee, and rush over giving him a big hug as Shotglass nips around his feet. The Murphy's and Wally come over and exchange handshakes and welcome backs. After the excitement settles down, Danny heads to Victor in the back. He stops in front of him, and Victor calmly looks up.

DVD: Glad to be back?

Danny nods his head smiling.

DVD: Good, but you aren't on the card this week.

Danny frowns.

DVD: But this is not a bad thing. It means me and you can watch the show in peace, and see if we can see any signs that can point us to whomever it was that ran you down.

Danny raises an eyebrow in question. Victor seems to hesitate for a moment, as if he doesn't want to speak, but he eventually does.

DVD: I have a potential lead at the moment.

Danny looks interested and motions for Victor to continue. Victor takes a deep breath, flicks his finger across his device and turns it towards Danny showing him a picture of Tommy Wilder. Danny looks shocked and crosses his arms shaking his head no.

DVD: Look, he's been mentioning what happened to you a lot lately. It could mean that it genuinely angered him, or it could mean that he was on one of his extreme trips and driving blind or backwards or whatever and now he feels guilty of catching you in the crossfire.

Danny just sits back looking at Victor like he is crazy. Victor notices this and lets out a sigh.

DVD: Yeah, It sounds crazy to me as well, but at the moment it's all I've got, and until I can definitavly scratch someone off, everyone is a suspect.

Hearing this Danny points over to where the rest of Drink and Destroy have returned to their buisness and then looks back to Victor.

DVD: Everyone.

Hearing this Danny shakes his head no, and then points to DND and then smacks his fist over his heart. Victor looks genuienly saddened.

DVD: I want to believe that, I really do. (his face hardens) But for now, EVERYONE is a suspect.

Danny goes to argue, but Victor holds up a hand cutting him off.

DVD: Do you want to know who did this.

Danny hesitates, but then slowly shakes his head yes. Victor lets out a sigh.

DVD: Then please, let me handle this my way.

Danny again hestitates, before nodding his head. He goes to go rejoin the rest of Drink and Destroy, but Victor stops him.

DVD: And Danny.....Watch your back.

Danny saddly nods his head as we.....

FADE

[wyattcox]

*The Murphys are in a boxing ring, with DK wearing focus mitts and Daniella, left shoulder with a lot of kinesiotape, throwing combinations.

DK: Keep yourself bladed, move, come on, duck, okay, two, three, two, slip, up on that toe, breathe like you live, don't breathe to punch, you do that in the ring and you get killed...where's the snap, you pushing a punch, don't push it, snap that jab out there, come on in, make me back the f' up...

*DK has to stop talking as his sister flicks a jab at his head, which he ducks*

Dee: Dom, you talk too much.

DK: Alright, let's take a break. Besides, I wanted to ask you
about what Vic had to say.

Dee: I get where he's coming from, we have to cut him some slack.

[wyattcox]

Sunny and Power, flanked by the bodyguards, enter the backstage area of an OOWF arena show. There are the usual production staff and enhancement talent moving about, all headed in various directions. Sunny has a confident smile, and Power seems poised for action, awaiting a match on the card later in the night. As the entourage strolls through the scene, they come upon a group of 5 masked luchadores, inexplicably breakdancing in the middle of the thoroughfare. There is no music, but all 5 seem to be in sync and in a rather celebratory mood. They are also well involved, taking no notice of the approaching of Sunny, Power, and their security detail. Power's expression shifts from in the zone to slightly bemused. Sunny is less than impressed and seemingly in a hurry. One of the guards, gruff but quiet, steps up to start pushing the jolly luchadores out the way. 

The luchadores, ever willing to keep the good times rolling, try to involve the guard in their electric boogaloo. One of the luchadores in a red and orange mask grabs the guards wrist and starts a slow motion wave from one outstretched arm through the other, where it stops dead at the unimpressed guards hand. The other luchadores swarm and start clapping, popping, and locking in a semi-circle around the entourage. 

Sunny: (very annoyed) Enough! Get these buffoons out of the way!

The guard in front grabs the smaller masked wrestler in a sort of aikido nerve grip and flings him at the wall. The other luchadores voice their disapproval, but are neatly dispatched by the guards, with a minimum of effort. In the melee, one of the luchadores, this one wearing a blue and silver mask and a white satin Ribera Steakhouse jacket, bumps into Sunny and causes her to stumble backward. Power ably catches her and then forcibly shoves the luchadore to the ground, all the fun of the situation quickly melting away. As the luchadore hits the ground with a thump, Power looks at him strangely- almost shocked. Before she can articulate her thoughts, the guards shuttle the two ladies away from the scene and down the hall. 

As the luchadores slowly rise and dust themselves off, the one that bumped into Sunny abruptly stands and quickly exits the scene in the direction opposite of Sunny and Power. 

Another luchadore, this one in a yellow and green jacket with a gaudy amount of sequins watches the exit of his cohort and scratches his head. He looks at the rest of the group.

Shiny Yellow Luchadore: (in Spanish, with English subtitles appearing on screen) Hey, who was that guy? 

The other luchadores all shrug or shake their heads. There is a momentary silence, and then the b-boy dance party is back on as the scene fades.

After a commercial break, the screen switches to another part of the locker room, where Spider McNulty is waiting. He's dressed in his usual attire, his hand resting on the chain he wears as a belt. His feet are propped up on a bench. The door to the dressing room opens, and in steps the luchadore who bumped into Sunny. McNulty stands and stares with some interest. 

McNulty: Well?

The luchadore removes the mask, revealing that he is Shane Tuska. His face is stern. He reaches into the pocket of the Ribera jacket and produces a small vial, raising it up for McNulty to see. Spider takes it and has a closer look. He grunts. 

McNulty:  Now I seen it all. Just when I think this place couldn't get any weirder. Nice grab, Shane-o. Let's go see if we can't hold court with Power and --

Tuska raises his hand and places it over McNulty's, palming the vial. 

Tuska: (quietly) Let me.

McNulty pauses for a second, and then nods his head. 

McNulty: You gonna actually talk to her, Shane, or just play some charades...?

Tuska just nods and removes the Ribera Steakhouse jacket. He examines the vial one more time and sighs. McNulty steps a bit closer and cracks his knuckles. 

McNulty: I won't be far if you need some back up. Them guards got a condescending way about 'em that I'd like to stick up their asses. 

Tuska nods again and exits as we.... fade.

[wyattcox]

*OOWF Cameras show the "H-Town Horror", Jose Reyna, standing at his hotel room balcony, drinking champagne. "Jos" is wearing a grey 3 piece suit and Red Aviator shades to match his red tie. It is apparent that Jose has cut his trademark long hair for a slick looking, "undercut"*

Jose Reyna: Jason, have you heard the new Eco-Xander promo!?

*Jason Allen walks in to frame, decked out in a blue armani suit and blue shades, he turns to look at the camera.*

Jason: Christ no. You think I want to waste anymore time on those losers than I have to?

Jose: Fear not chum, for I have! You see, I saw Ecosystem playfully impersonate Hulk Hogan. He referenced you as Jack and me Dude, he said something about blowing the Silverdome off and something about giving us a ride to school. Like some kind of bus driver, it was quite the barn burner of a promo.

Jason: How pathetic.

Jose: Funny thing is, next time we see him, Im looking forward to him impersonating someone getting their ass kicked by a couple of grown men you should fear and respect!

Jason: Boys, weve done this dance how many times? Alexander, the Suicide Kings have humiliated you in your "home" of OOWF, how many times? We created the Suicide Kings because we werent getting shit for respect, and in time we went from getting getting shit from management to getting cheated out of every opportunity we earned!

Jose: Since day 1, everyone who cared about OOWF gave 2 shits about the boys from LBCW. Since then, its been an on going battle with you people! Thats why I have mad love and respect for Alexis Darling, she`s the only one who gave the Kings their due and realized she could step up and rise to the top with us! Doing what no one else could do, recognize the power we hold and help us reach the ultimate limit!

Jason: Alexander, Junchiro, you boys never gave any of us respect and we never gave respect back. The ass beating you will receive wont be by orders of my brother or Alexis, it will be out our own free will.

Jose: Junchiro, you dont impress me, youve never impressed me! I will personally enjoy having a nub for a right leg after I tear it off, from kicking my foot straight deep up your ass! After that, you can start doing your impression of "Foot Up His Ass Guy", the wrestler with a foot up his ass...

Jason: Bow to the Kings...

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

FADE in on a dark room lit by a single light bulb. A pile of pallets is visible and then a figure moves out of the darkness into the dim light. It is not, however, Moosehead Jack. This time it’s The Crusher Stan Fulton.

“Moose said I could use this room today. For you see, today is the end. It is the final moments of the happy, fun-time Stan Fulton. For you see, before today I was still holding back. I was still thinking and not doing.

“I get it now, Jack. I get what you were talking about. Don’t think. Use my instincts.

“Do you all want to know what my instincts tell me? They tell me to go out tomorrow night and tear the limbs off of Ghosthead and stuff them down his throat after I've torn his lungs out. Then shove my ax handle up his ass and plant him in the middle of the ring like a freak show garden gnome.”

Fulton is getting more agitated as he speaks.

“My instincts tell me to walk around the back stage area and start popping eyeballs like Sandor Clegane did to Oberyn Martell. My instincts tell me to make the Red Wedding look like a county fair.

“So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go out tomorrow night and make Ghosthead suffer. He’s going to feel pain; he’s going to feel sorrow. I’m going to take away the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

“Then as champion, I’m going to help the Saints lay waste to the entire roster. There’ll be carnage the likes of which even God has never seen.”

Fulton smiles evilly.

“Dare il diavolo ciò che gli spetta. Give the Devil his due.”

FADE

[wyattcox]

Switch to the OOWF Arena somewhere in Canada. Power enters the locker room trailed closely by Sunny and the bodyguards. Power has worked up only a light sweat, victory a mere formality. She seems distracted however. The guards take position at the door while Sunny hands Power a towel. 

Sunny: Under 5 minutes. You could have put your opponent away faster than that, love. What's troubling you?

Power: (frowning) My mind is in another place, I suppose. I could use a bottle of water...

Sunny smiles and produces a bottle of Aquafina. She motions to a bench for Power to sit as she uncaps the bottle. Sunny slyly puts her hand in her coat pocket, reaching for something... that isn't there. Her face drops for a moment, and her eyes dart to the guards. She speaks to them calmly, but sharply, in a foreign tongue. They look at each other and then back at Sunny. Sunny seems to reiterate what she said, and they quietly exit. She turns to Power and hands her the bottle, looking disdainfully at it as she does. Power smiles and takes a long sip. 

Power: Feels like it's time for a protein shake, too, Sunny. 

She leans back and rests a moment as Sunny sits and drapes an arm around her. 

Sunny: Certainly. 

Sunny kisses Power's forehead and whispers something in her ear. Power lays back softly, almost sleepily. Sunny stands and scowls, quickly making an exit. 

A moment passes, and then without opening her eyes, Power speaks:

Power: I know you're here, Shane. 

Shane Tuska slides nimbly from a nearby locker, dressed in a gray Army PT shirt and faded jeans. He comes to a seated position on the floor in front of the bench where Power sits. She slowly sits up and the two lock eyes. 

Tuska holds out his hand. In it rests the tiny vial he lifted from Sunny prior to the match. Power looks at it and frowns. 

Power: You too, Shane? I don;t know who you've been talking to, but I'll tell you right now that Firewoman lies. Sunny is--

Tuska: (still holding the vial up, unmoving) Edra. Even if I wanted to, could I lie to you?

Power stares deeply into Shane's eyes. He takes her hand and carefully places the vial in it. He smiles and stands up. 

Tuska: Speaking, for me, is... painful. You've become a dear friend to me without a word spoken between us. I'm very grateful to you. Please protect yourself... my friend.

He lithely steps back, behind the door. Sunny enters, protein shake in hand, and seems slightly put off by the fact that Power is sitting up. Tuska, quiet as a ghost, slips from the room. Power, her hand closed around the vial, looks up at Sunny as we...

fade.

[wyattcox]

<we cut to catering where Moose and Fire are sitting having coffee......but it appears not much is being said>

MHJ: So.......you have feelings for her......do you really think anyone is going to buy that?

FW: It's the truth, at least, I did

MHJ: No one believes that Fire. What is really going on? What is it about Chloe that pisses you off, and makes you act like.......this

FW: Nothing. It's nothing. You wouldn't understand anyway, and beside, you are just going to protect your pet

MHJ: My PET? Is that what this is about? Is this because I brought Chloe into the Saints? Is this because I never liked Alex?

FW: Never LIKED Alex?

MHJ: Fine, can't stand him, hate him, curse the ground he walks on, wish he would get run over by a dump truck, wish he would.....

FW: Ok, I get it

MHJ: This is about me?

FW: No Jackie. It's not about you. Not everything is about you

MHJ: Ok, so, it's not about me, it's not about you, it's not about Chloe, it's not about Alex, its not about the creepy spooky house in New Orleans, it's not about Sean or Rose, it's not about.........it's not about any family......ok, the floor is yours, then what the HELL is it about?

FW: You wouldn't understand

MHJ: Try me

FW: .........it doesn't matter......you need to go find Stan, he is threatening to destroy the roster

MHJ: Let him

FW: So, Dr. Frankenstein, is this your new hobby? Creating monsters?

MHJ: I didn't create anything. He was always a monster, I just got him to embrace it instead of fighting it. Sound familiar?

FW: Yes well.......some of us choose not to go down that road

MHJ: Opting instead to swim against the current. Like salmon. How does that work out for them?

FW: They get to have lots of fish sex

MHJ: Then they die

FW: At least they die happy

MHJ: <shaking his head> whatever. Clearly you have no interest in telling me. I gotta go find the nearest dive and put a dent in some whiskey......you wanna come?

FW: <thinking for a moment, and almost looking sad because she knows she can't accept> No....I better stay here

<Jack shakes his head and walks away as we fade>

[wyattcox]

*We catch Ghosthead in his locker room in a King Pigeon pose which he slowly transfers into a Wheel pose (The familiar, demonic looking, crab pose that Bray Wyatt uses from time to time). A few deep breaths later, Ghost smoothly lifts his legs up into the air and holds himself into a Handstand position before falling deftly backward toward the camera, effectively flipping forward to his feet. He cocks his head to the side as if noticing the camera for the first time.*

Ghost - Stan Fulton... you are an interesting creature. That is you were until you began to vomit idle threats toward me and my Championship. You may fantasize about dismemberment and crushing skulls, but neither shall come to pass. There will be pain however and as you are want to say... I will enjoy it.

The outcome of our battles have not yielded desired results. I must confess that there has been a bit of an underestimation on my part. There is more to you than brute strength Stan Fulton. You have a very strong will in combat... one that I must find a way to break... and I will do just that.

Do not presume to intimidate the Ghosthead Killer with the empty words of your instinct. Do not mistake me as one of those so called "White Hats" that you and the Saints of Sinners so loathe. If brutality and viciousness is where you want to take it there are no lines I won't cross if that is our path. I know the threat of my defeat by your hand is real Stan Fulton, but so is my resolve. I do not fear you Fulton and I do not presume you to fear me.

But you should.

Because I have fought you to the limits of your considerable ability and you have won... but now we fight for my OOWF World Championship and you have not fought me to the limits of my ability. I now know to beat you... I will have to break you.

And I will.

There are no amount of Saints, or referees in their employ, that will stop me from doing just that. For I am the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, and you too will know... just like everyone else... The Death Knell tolls for thee.

Fade

[wyattcox]

We see Scheme Gene catching up to Matt and Jaime as they return to their hotel after dinner.

SG: Matt, excuse me, may I get a word?

MF: Damn Geno, you stalking me now? (Laughs) Just kidding, what's up?

SG: First of all, why have you been silent all week?

MF: Simple, My partner and I have been in the gym 8 hours a day. Working on double team moves, lifting, running, getting ready to beat the fuck of our opponents this week. Preparing to give them the ass kickings they sorely deserve.

SG: So there's no truth to the rumors that you might be softening a bit, losing your touch?

MF: You been hitting the bottle a little too hard Gene? What the hell are you talking about man?

SG: Well, it's no secret that you've never liked Alexander Darling.

MF: Still fucking don't, as far as I'm concerned he, his family, and his in laws can all disappear of the face of the earth. What's your point?

SG: You could have easily broken his arm last week and possibly ended his career, and yet you didn't. Very unlike you to show mercy in the ring.

Matt laughs.

MF: Mercy? No, no, no, no. It wasn't mercy, it was self preservation.

SG: How so?

MF: I could have easily broken his arm, you're correct. And hell, I thought about it, I really did. But if I did, then his wife comes after me. And if Fire comes after me, then her protégé Miranda comes after me. And if Miranda comes after me, then her tag team partner Tommy Wilder comes after me. And also if Miranda comes after me, then her boyfriend Chad Madison comes after me. And if Chad comes after me, then Zane Myers has to defend his tag partner. So if I break Darling's arm, as satisfying as it would have been, I create 5 goddamn more enemies. I didn't let Darling survive because I like him, or because I'm suddenly weak, or any other reason like that. I let him survive because I'm not a complete moron.

Now, if anyone truly believes I've become soft...please pay attention to my match tomorrow night. Actually, let me take that back, match isn't the right word. The word match implies that I'm going in looking to outwrestle my opponents. That shit isn't the case this week. This week I go into that ring with one goal above all others, and that's to make Carter and that bitch Alexis Darling covered head to toe with their own blood. Every damn night I go to bed and have trouble sleeping because I keep replaying the events of March 30th over and over in my head. And now I have my chance to get my hands on the two ringleaders of that attack. Carter keeps ducking me, refusing to sign the contract, well now, nowhere to run or hide motherfucker. YOU ARE going to have to face me.

Matt and Jaime walk away as we....... FADE

[wyattcox]

Chloe is in the interview position with the Black Hand. The SFJ DuJour approaches the assemblage.

SFJ: Chloe, tonight you take on Firewoman.

Chloe: Yes, the woman is just a shell of her former self. I will take her on and I will defeat her.

SFJ: Will the Black Hand interfere on your behalf?

Chloe: I won't need them. Tonight I will prove that the Firewoman of old is gone and forgotten. I will crush her.

SFJ: What is the role of the Black Hand?

Chloe: Moose believes that I can take this group and make them the dominant force of the PHWF, and together with the Saints, we will crush all that oppose us. It's that simple.

SFJ: Firewoman says she thinks about you...

Chloe: She should. But that night with Clio would be nothing if she was with me now. She couldn't handle it. Because my pleasure would be derived from her pain. And I doubt she could handle that...come on boys, let's go beat up some geeks.

(Chloe and the Black Hand leave the interview area. The scene shifts to the suite of Power and Sunny. Sunny is awake wearing a robe and on the computer, when Power sits up with a start. She is apparently naked.)

Power: What? Is it morning already?

Sunny: Oh yes, you were so energetic last night after your win that I just couldn't stop you.

(Sunny gets up and plants a deep kiss on Power)

Power: We did? I don't remember...

Sunny: Oh dear, it must be a result of all those shots to the head from the Black Hand and your sister.

Power: But Shane....

Sunny: Shhh...I'll get you some water and then if you're up for an early morning workout, we'll go for round three..

Power: Round...three?

Sunny: Yes, you were very naughty last night. In a very good way. Be right back.

(Power is very confused. She looks in her hand and remembers that Shane put something there, but her hand is empty. Sunny comes back with a bottle of water and Power drinks a lot of it before Sunny sits it on the table and kisses Power full on. She turns off the light and we hear some giggling as the scene fades.)

[wyattcox]

Stank - So... you and I against familiar opponents.

LDW - Yeah.

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - Should be a good one?

LDW - You know what, no.

Stank - No? What do you mean no?

LDW - This is not going to be a good one. This is going to be a slaughter.

Stank - I hope you mean we're doing the slaughtering.

LDW - Of course.

Stank - It's not like you to be overconfident.

LDW - I'm not overconfident. I'm over Texpress. I'm over them. You have just as many tag team championships as they do. You and I alone have carried more championships than any other in this company... yet THEY are still considered "The Measuring Sticks".

Stank - Well... two points... one... that's a self proclamation... and two I suppose they call themselves the measuring sticks because Tag Team wrestling is their specialty.

LDW - Why are you a Texpress apologist all of a sudden?

Stank - I'm not an apologist. They are mostly a tag team. Sure they've individually had a few forays into singles competition, but there is no denying that most of their success has come through being a damn good tag team.

LDW - You sound like an apologist.

Stank - I'm not an apologist. I'm a realist.

LDW - Realist? How's this for realism? The most they have accomplished... you have... and then some.

Stank - Well we can't all be Stank.

LDW - Thank God for that.

Stank - Hey!

LDW - I'm just saying if anyone should be called "Measuring Sticks" between them and us... it should be us.

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - You just want to have a fancy nickname.

LDW - DAMN IT WHY NOT?

Stank - Alright. I'm on board. It might help me with T-Shirt sales. So what did you have in mind?

LDW - How about The Measuring Sticks?

Stank - That's taken, obviously.

LDW - IT SHOULDN'T BE!

Stank - It is... get over it. What else you got?

LDW - ... Kings of Wrestling?

Stank - Besides the fact that name is also taken... it might get a little confusing since the OOWF already has a faction with Kings in the title.

LDW - Right... how about... The Brothers of Destruction?

Stank - Do you even watch pro wrestling?

LDW - What? That's taken too?

Stank - ... YES!

LDW - Well I don't know! What have you got?

Stank - How about the Saints of Sinners?

LDW - We're already the Saints of Sinners. We need a nickname!

Stank -

LDW -

Stank -

LDW - How about The Hollywood Blonds?

Stank - I'm black.

LDW - So? I've seen the blacks with blond hair.

Stank - Don't call us the blacks.

LDW - Sorry African Americans... better.

Stank - A little.

LDW - Rihanna has blond hair.

Stank - I swear it's like I'm talking to Justin Sane. What the fuck has gotten into you?

LDW - Texpress has a cool nickname. We deserve one because we're better than them!

Stank - How about Better Than The Rest? Besides the fact that every nickname you've come up with has been an actual Tag-Team name-

LDW - Wait! Even The Hollywood Blonds?

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - How about we table the nickname search for later and get you a WWE Network subscription.

LDW - What's a WWE?

*Fade*