MidWeek Mayhem (10/08) Live! From Boca Chica, DR

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Boca Chica, Dominican Republic
October 8, 2014

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Stan Fulton vs. Ghosthead

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Saints of Sinners vs. Strength in Silence

OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match
Mai Muyo vs. Firewoman vs. Alexis Darling

Winners Get an OOWF World Tag Team Title Shot Next Week
Chris Evans & Ecosystem vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Murphy’s Law vs. Crash & Burn

Tytan vs. Jose Reyna
LD Williams & Stank vs. Rory Albright & Spider McNulty
Matt Folz & Danny Taylor vs. Alexander Darling & Christian Carter

Card subject to……I am running out of things here……..

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Eco comes backstage after the Imperial Onslaught, stumbling, when he bumps into Renata Younger.

Renata: Junichiro Muyo, for the first time ever, a WWE-contracted talent has just won the Imperial Onslaught. As General Manager, you must not be happy with this development.

Eco: (breathing heavily) The Imperial Onslaught is meaningless. If it meant something, I wouldn't have jumped out. All the Imperial Onslaught is, is a chance. A chance at the World Championship. Alexander had a chance recently. Did he win at Hell on Earth?

Renata: Well, no, but that was...

Eco: No. And now he has another chance. And he'll lose again. Even if I have to make sure that happens.

Renata: Well, speaking of you jumping out, Junichiro...you've said for weeks now that you and the fans are going to tempt the demon out of Danny...yet it seems like whenever he comes for you, you cut and run.

Eco: Cut and run? Cut and run? Renata, I pick my moments. I'm building up the tension. I'm...when Danny gets his hands on me, when I finally allow him to get his hands on me, he won't be able to control himself. But to get him to that point...I need the fire to keep burning. No release.

Renata: I guess...

Eco: You guess?

Renata: It's just...when you were out there, you didn't look like you were executing a plan confidently. Honestly...you looked like a coward.

Eco: Coward. COWARD? A coward. Me. A coward. You fucking little c - no, you know what?

Eco SLAPS down Renata's mic.

Eco: This interview is over.

Eco storms off.

FADE

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*Imperial Onslaught*

Mai is still soaking up the cheers of the crowd as Stan Fulton walks to the back when there is a reaction from the crowd as Alexander Darling, Christian Carter, Alexis Darling, Jose Reyna, and a host of WWE wrestlers swarm the ringside area. Carter and Alex get in a few blows on Mai, but they basically hold her while Alexis does the damage and nails her with a BITCH KILLER. They toss Mai to the floor as Fulton looks back over his shoulder and sees the mass of wrestlers in the ring. Alexander Darling demands a microphone...

Alex: Stan, don't go anywhere...you should listen to this. And in fact, why don't the rest of you bitches in the back come out here as well. We'll wait.

It doesn't take but a few moments for the OOWF roster to start coming out from the back being led by Firewoman, Stank, Matt Folz, and Tytan leading the way. A few wrestlers are absent, but the majority are there and they start making their way down to the ring but before they can get there, the Hell in a Cell is lowered blocking their way into the ring.

Christian: We told you to come out here, this isn't the time nor the place. So just be a good bunch of sheep and listen because you're gonna love this.

Alex: For almost a year, this man here has been a constant thorn in my fucking side. And not just because he made me doubt myself, but because he made me take a long hard look in a mirror. And what did I see staring back when I looked....a bitch. A bitch to you fans. A bitch to this company. I had become weak. I had become an afterthought. So, I took a step back and re-assessed. I sat down with my beautiful sister and we thought back to what made us the best and it was very simple. Not caring one fucking iota about the fans or the boys in the back or anything except being the best. So we came up with this little plan. But it was a plan that needed an ally.

Carter: And for you morons who haven't figured it out, I was that ally. See, I came into this company already one of the best, but the people here wanted me to be a lackey to a no-talent hack like Moosehead Jack. Lackey to a bunch of has-beens like Stank & LD Williams. But I know how to play the game, so I played along, but what I wanted all along was to prove myself and when I looked at the roster, there was no one better than this man next to me. A man who had lost his way trying to cater to you fans, but a man I knew that if I pushed the right buttons would come home. Would prove everything I had heard about him true, but it was a matter of pushing him down to where he reached rock bottom. I really did think I was going to have to take everything from him, but if there's one thing about the Darlings we should all remember, they're smarter than you think. They came to me because they knew we'd be unstoppable together.

Alex: And that's where we came together. We played the enemy when we needed to, we said the right things, and we used everything necessary to get the world to believe we hated each other. But we weren't quite done yet because there's more to this plan. Look around this ring, this is the company where the true best in the world compete so when Eric came to me, I told him about what I was up to and without hesitation, the offer was extended.

And this is to my lovely and beautiful wife who, I am sorry, but this is what had to be done. Yea...I know, we promised each other the truth but well, as you like to say...Firewoman lies, well Darlings manipulate. And I'm sorry dear...you just had to be manipulated out of the way for a little while. But now you come back and want to defend your home, your company and I'm here to tell you, that you're going to fail. Because we aren't here to destroy the OOWF. As so many others have said, we're here to save it. Save it from becoming a company ruled by psychos and sociopaths like Moosehead Jack, Ecosystem, Stan Fulton or weak minded individuals like Danny Taylor and Tommy Wilder and Mai Muyo who won't take the necessary steps to eliminate that which kills the company from the inside. Look around the ringside area right now dear and you'll see that you can't win. With backup like Seth Rollins and Sami Zayn and Adrian Neville and Jey & Jimmy Uso, we just have too much for you to deal with. So, accept Eric's offer. Become another developmental and the OOWF will be saved. Because if you won't do that, well then Carter, Lexie, Jose and I will have to take matters into our own hands.

And when you have the Suicide King, the Ice Queen, the Amazing One, and the Brat Prince himself...you're dealing with ROYALTY.

So Stan Fulton, you have something I will be coming for. Brock Lesnar has something I will be coming for. And I will be the one to unite these two kingdoms. Winter has arrived. And we are your leaders. If you don't like it, I don't care. Accept it or be conquered because we are The ROYALTY, and well, you're just not.

Carter: Welcome to the New World. Welcome to OUR WORLD.

The lights in the arena go out as this music plays:


When the lights come back on, the cage is raised and the ring is empty as the OOWF Wrestlers look PISSED as we...

*Fade*

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<Moose is sitting in the back watching the end of Mayhem. He hears what Alex says and just sits and shakes his head, takes a long drink of whiskey and a drag on his cigar>

Let's finish the game, Alex

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Tytan sees The Royal promo-

Tytan: (Pacing) Well...well..well Alex.

You are so original that you decide to steal my line.

You and your people want to see Winter. I will show you what it's like to see Hell freeze over.

I will show you what happens when you stare into the darkness of the abyss.


You want a war then bring it!

The Gods have told me. I have a new mission!

Firewoman from one warrior to another

I have

Your back!

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Fade in to OOWF Medical and see Mai Muyo getting released after being checked out. She comes out and sees Matt Folz standing there waiting.

MF: So, pretty interesting night huh? How are you kiddo?

MM: I'm ok, no major damage.

MF: Jaime wanted to come say hi too, but (sighing) she's already on the way to the airport with them.

MM: She's going to be ok, she can take care of herself. And I don't think she hit you with the chair intentionally.

MF: Oh, I know she didn't. And I know she can take care of herself, just doesn't make me feel great that she's traveling the next 28 days with an entire stable of people who despise me. But I'll promo about that later, right now I need to ask you something.

MM: What?

MF: You've seen what's going on here lately. I don't trust Fire, LD, or Stank at all, there's just waaaaay too much history there on each side. Tytan's a wildcard who possibly might still have some resentment against me from stuff that went on way before you joined the company. I think I can trust Tommy but I don't really know him that well. I need your help. I need at least one person in this Alliance who I KNOW has my back. I'd like you to think it over, don't have to give me an answer right now.

MM: I- I'll think it over.

MF: Fair enough, all I'm asking. Don't take too long though. Need a ride to the airport?

MM: Sure, let me go get my things.

FADE

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<Eco comes back to his office muttering to himself. He flips on the light and sits down at his desk and starts shuffling some papers around, then notices the smell of cigar smoke and whiskey. He slowly sits back and looks up and sees Moose sitting in the chair across from his desk. Eco just sits back slowly and eyes Moose>

Eco: to what do I owe the pleasure?

MHJ: How do you know it's pleasure and not pain?

Eco: If it were pain, I suspect I would already be bleeding

MHJ: Truth

Eco: Didn't I have guards posted?

MHJ: You did

Eco: And they are.....where?

MHJ: The less you know Juni

Eco: So what can I do for you?

MHJ: Hell of a situation you have on your hands here Juni. Vince has Alex and the Kings lined up against the OOWF

Eco: Yes, I am not particularly happy about that

MHJ: My question is this, what the hell do you plan on doing about it?

Eco: I.........I........don't know?

MHJ: <sitting up in his chair a little and looking Eco in the eyes> This is why you shouldn't be GM

Eco: THIS IS MY COMPANY!

MHJ: Yes, and you do a shitty job at multi-tasking

Eco: What?

MHJ: Your focus is on Danny. You have no plan for the WWE, do you?

Eco: Well......I mean.....I tried getting people to rally and I......

MHJ: Failed. You tried rallying the troops for weeks, and no one trusts you enough to back you. Fire just gets out of a mental institution and has people lining up to support her. That has to sting

Eco: <looking a bit irritated> what exactly do you want?

MHJ: Two things. One, I want to know that you are not in on this

Eco: WHAT? Are you SERIOUSLY questioning my allegiance?

MHJ: Look at the facts Juni. You are the owner. The SOLE owner. If this company gets bought out, who stands to make the most money? You. I want your word that this is not some kind of Junichiro Muyo scheme

Eco: Do you really think I would stoop so low?

MHJ: That is not an answer

Eco: <looking angrily at Moose> I. am. Not. Scheming. With. Vince.

MHJ: <looking hard at Eco> Ok. But you know, if you ARE lying, you cannot run far enough or fast enough to escape the hell you will bring down on yourself

Eco: Noted. The second thing?

MHJ: You won't break Danny

Eco: Why do you think that?

MHJ: I tried the same thing. He won't break. He will find a way

Eco: So, you think I will fail, just because you failed?

MHJ: <standing up to leave> Heel of the decade Juni, I have learned a few things. Find a different way

<Moose tosses his cigar into Juni's trash can and walks out as we fade>

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**Firewoman is sitting at Ric's as the crew are packing up. L.D. Williams slides into the booth across from her. He slides a pumpkin spice latte across the table. Fire stares at it.**

LDW: "Yes it's contraband - Miranda snuck it in."

F: <taking the cup and sipping> "Stan will not be pleased."

LDW: "We'll manage."

F: "So...what can I do for you?"

LDW: "About your offer the other day-"

F: "Look, I know you have your doubts."

LDW: "I don't, actually. We're family - I've always got your back. I just didn't want to make a committment I wasn't sure I could keep."

F: "Meaning?"

LDW: "Same as Lucas. This time every year I start wondering if it's time to hang it up."

F: "No."

LDW: "No?"

F: "Stank can't leave,and neither can you."

LDW: "Tha's what Miranda said. Well, the second part, anyway. Apparently I'm staying until she wins her first World Title."

F: "So, next week, then?"

LDW: <chuckles>

F: "So you're in?"

LDW: "They came into my house. They attacked my family. Of course I'm in."

**Firewoman smiles and holds out a fist, which L.D. bumps.**

<fade>

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Firewoman is STANDING~! out on the loading dock, watching the crew put things away. She's got a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jameson in the other. She takes a slow drag off the cigarette, followed by a few long swallows off the bottle. A certain cowboy approaches, in jeans, boots, a black pin striped shirt, and of course, cowboy hat which he tips when he sees her.

JRE: How ya doin', darlin'.

FW: Well, let's see....I just found out my husband had me committed not because he was concerned about me, but to further his career. So.....

Fire takes another drink and finishes her cigarette.

JRE: I know...I saw. I'm sorry.

FW: *shrug* At least my brother was honest about doing it to get even with me.

JRE: So....what next.

Fire fumbles into her pocket for another cigarette and her lighter.

FW: I'm going to have me another cigarette, finish this bottle, hop on my motorcycle and head to the next town.

JRE: Now, darlin'--

FW: How 'bout we not call me that right now.

JRE: Right....

Fire finds a cigarette and puts it to her lips, but is having a hard time finding her lighter. John Ross produces a lighter of his own and lights it for her. She looks at him.

FW: Thanks.

JRE: So...after you get to the next town...then what.

FW: *taking a drag* I suppose, I shall do what it is that Firewoman does best.

She gives him a the patented evil Quinn smile.

JRE: I think I'm glad I haven't betrayed you.

FW: Yet.

JRE: And I won't. No way I want to be your target. I almost feel sorry for ol' Alex.

FW: Yeah, well....I don't.

Fire takes another swig. The bottle is empty.

FW: Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the next town.

JRE: About that...how 'bout we let the crew load your bike on one of the trucks, and you ride in the limo.

FW: ....

JRE: With me.

Fire smiles, field strips her cigarette and tosses it in the bin. She walks toward the limo but she's a little unsteady so John Ross catches her.

FW: Thanks.

JRE: My pleasure.

John Ross helps her into the limo and then gets in himself. After a few minutes the limo drives away.

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(The OOWF plane is boarding at the Dawsonville International Airport and Storm Door Company, where an SFJ is trying to grab last minute interviews. She perks up when Strength in Silence comes along. All are bandaged from their beatings in the Imperial Onslaught, but Power seems in the better shape of them all, though she does seem angry. The brave SFJ steps in front of the collective and almost gets run over.)

Power: What?

SFJ: Last night...

Power: Yes, last night Strength in Silence got jacked by the Suicide Kings. Well let me tell you and the OOWF Universe something that might make you cringe. My Father was right. He was right about the Darlings, their sneaky underhanded ways, and how they lie, cheat and steal, without half as much class as the man who made that phrase famous. Carter and the Dumbshits want a war? Well, count us on the opposite side of them. Except we won't...(turns to Tuska)...I'm getting there, Shane! (Turns back to SFJ) We won't be a part of Lisa Darling's Kumbayah party. You know, Dad was right about you too. You may have everyone else fooled around here, but I know you're nothing but a no good snake in the grass. And it all comes from two words. Your rule number one. (Power grabs the SFJ by the collar and pulls her in close) Firewoman lies. Firewoman lies. How can anyone trust her? I don't. I made that mistake by feeling like she needed help to get past my sister. She had everyone in the house feeling sorry for her. “Poor Fire, being intimidated by big bad Chloe.” Well, for what it's worth, Lisa, Chloe's a bigger badder woman than you'll ever be. And as much as I hate the WWE scum, I dislike Fire just as much. But it proves something I said a long time ago. Only a Neal can end a Neal. And it appears that a Quinn just isn't up to the task.

SFJ: At Mayhem you face...

Spider: Not now, Darlin. Maybe when we get to the Dominican Republic. Nothin' else, I'll buy you a nice steak dinner and talk to you about what me and the Sun King are gonna do to two of the Saints....

(Power storms off toward the plane with Tuska, then stops and drops her bag and grabs Tuska for a big kiss.)

Power: Let's look for a quiet spot in the back of the plane. I don't wanna talk to anyone until well after we're landed.

Tuska: (Smiling) Good idea.

(Spider shakes his head as Power picks up her bag and takes Tuska by the hand tenderly and the entourage heads for the plane. Not far behind them, the Saints of Sinners accompanied by Sunny head toward check in. An OOWF official tries to stop Sunny but she hands him a piece of paper. The official looks confused, but she allows Sunny past check-in. Chloe laughs maniacally and high fives Sunny as the camera fades.)

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Spider McNulty takes a seat on the plane right in front of Rory Albright and Carrie. He turns and clears his throat, interrupting what was surely a riveting conversation. Albright groans.

Albright: What do you want, you old bastard?

McNulty: (cackles) You're an ornery little shit, you know that, Albright? All fulla piss an' vinegar. That's good. We're gonna need some piss an' vinegar.

Albright: Oh, right, because we're tagging next week. Great.

McNulty: Yer damn right it's great. I'm bringin' a damn reckoning down on the Saints, an' you get the best seat in the house.

Albright and Weiss rolls their eyes. McNulty glares.

McNulty: I know yer tough, but yer attitude sucks. I need to know I can count on you. Williams an' Stank are gonna be lookin' to stomp a hole through the both of us, but most especially ol' Spider.

Albright leans forward and meets McNulty eye to eye.

Albright: I'm ready, old man. Just try to keep up.

McNulty smiles as Albright sits back in his chair.

McNulty: That's the spirit, young buck. Now get some rest, little fella.

Albright groans as McNulty sits back in his chair. FADE

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*The Murphys encounter MHJ in the Hall of Random Encounters*

DK: Saw your little chat with Eco.

MHJ: And?

DK: We agree with you.

*Daniella drinks from a large can of Fosters and belches*

DK: I would translate that, but it might get us fired, bottom line people who bail on the OOWF will get what they deserve.

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The Ewing Jet touches down at Las Americas International Airport in Dominican Republic. The stairs come to the doorway, and John Ross Ewing, followed by Firewoman, descends to the tarmack, where a black Mercedes SUV is waiting. They get inside, and the INC switches perspective to inside.

JRE: So...what are you going to do?

FW: I'm still weighing my options.

JRE: Seems everyone is rallying to your side.

FW: Not everyone.

JRE: Power.

FW: Not surprised. I've not been honest with either her or Glory since they got here, so I can't blame them. I should really fix that someday....

JRE: About last night--

FW: Thanks for not letting me get on my motorcycle.

JRE: Right well....I just wanted to assure you that nothing happened.

FW: Well, yeah, I wasn't that drunk.

JRE: Gee, thanks...

FW: What? No, I meant that I didn't black out. I generally don't. I haven't blacked out drinking since....

JRE: ....

FW: Vegas.

JRE: Oh...right....

The Mercedes pulls up to the Boca Chica Arena.

FW: Coming?

JRE: Got a few business calls to make. Besides, I think I'll stay out of the cross-fire.

He gives her a smirk and closes the door. Fire watches at the Mercedes pulls away, and turns to go into the arena. She runs into Ecosystem immediately, who has his arms crossed and looks very stern.

FW: Hey, Juni.

Eco: Where were YOU?

FW: Oh, after Mayhem I had a little too much to drink so John Ross--

Eco: You were NOT on the plane!

FW: I missed the flight and--

Eco: You know the rules. I'm going to have to fine you.

FW: What?!

Eco: I will just add it to your tab.

FW: That's not what this is about. You're mad because I quit as commissioner and I'm doing a better job getting people to rally against the WWE invasion than you are.

Eco: Fined. FINED!!

FW: FINE! Um....whatever.

Firewoman heads down the hallway to the training room

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**L.D. Williams, who didn't board with the rest of the Saints, enters the plane and takes a seat next to Stank.**

S: "Old Man."

LDW: "Has been."

S: "Did you ask your wife to send your parka? I hear tell winter's here."

LDW: "I'm Canadian. Winter is t-shirt weather."

**Stank chuckles, and the two men sit in silence for a while before exchanging a glance and laughing aloud.**

S: "There's always some idiot dumb enough to step to us, isn't there?"

LDW: "Several someones, in fact."

S: "Fire and Moose appear to be raising armies for that."

LDW: "-"

S: "What?"

LDW: "I'm no fool - I'm not about to turn down help, and I won't deny anyone their right to vengeance, but when it comes down to it, this is our war, Lucas. Ten years of blood, sweat, and tears have earned us that right. They came into our house and called us out. They stood in our ring and declared themselves royalty."

S: "And you wonder why I've always hated Alex."

LDW: "Whatever else happens, when the final nail goes in the WWE coffin,you better believe we'll be swinging the hammers."

S: "Amen to that."

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The camera flickers on and you see that the scenery is one if the WWEs corporate jet. Numerous WWE superstars that were at Mayhem are around Christian Carter with Alexis sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. Jose Reyna sits next to him and in the background sits Jamie Folz with her head buried in her hands

Across from Carter sits Alexander Darling, Triple H and Eric O'Mac. Hunter has paperwork in his hand...

HHH: I must admit...I pegged you wrong Carter..your more than OK...and since you've kept your end of the bargain, here is ours.

He hands all three of them papers. Jose looks confused.

JR: Whats this?

CC: This my friend is our future.

EM: Straight from your lawyers office. Everything you asked and then some. But dad had to put a request in it...

CC: And that is?

EM: Her...she isnt a wrestler.

Hes pointing at Jamie Folz...

CC: Shes only with me for 26 more days...

Eric pulls anither peice of paper and hands it to him. Carter looks at it and smiles. You cand see Reyna flipping through the paperwork.

JR: Your gonna pay me this much?

AD: And the best thing, like me you get to work fir both companies, Guaranteed money from both.

LD: Yeah wih our new OOWF contracts, we can't be fired. Si enjiy the good life Jose...enjoy being part of the Royalty.

Wami Zayn, The Usos, and others congratulate the all. After that settles diwn, Carter walks up to Jamie who still has her head in her hands. She lifts her hand and you can see the mascara streaks from her crying running down her face. Lexi vets on her knees and looks directly into her face...an evil look comes across her face...

LD: Yeah you think you have it bad? Let me tell yiu something...you almost screwed this thing to with that dumb move with the chair...What you did...

Jamie stops her and gets into Alexis face whuch causes Lexi to scoot back abit...


JF: What I did? You have no idea what i did...what ive done...i...i...

She places her head back in her hands Lexi looks at her and goes to do something when Carter puts his hand on Jamies shoulder. She looks up...and Alexis looks confused.

CC: Thats right Jamie you have done something you wouldn't have done..but in thus business you have to do things...she hit her husband in the head with the chair because she loved him and she didnt want to see him go on two years without a championship. She did what she was yold to do by me because she loves her husband so much.

But let me ask you Jamie...do you think your husband loves you just as much? What man puts his wife up on the line in a match? What kind man does that Jamie...your husband deserved that chair shot...he deserved to get his head smashed in and you did it perfectly as planned.

LD: What are you talking about?

CC: I told Jamie tbat if Matt tried to do anything to me you ir Alexander that she would have to do the one thing sbe didnt want to do or I would say shes in breach of contract and Matthew wouldnt get a title shot for 2 years.

Lexi starts laughing, as does the rest of the people around. Carter takes the single paper that Eric gave him earlier and hands it to her.

CC: Congratulations Jamie Folz...becsuse of you loyalties for the next 26 days, you will make more money than your husband will make in ten years in the OOWF. That is if you dont try to screw these next 26 days up...do what your told and you will be fine...so if I tell you to punch your husband in the balls...you do it...if I tell you to srcrew your friends over...you do it with no hesitation.

Because if you dont there will be no money...and your husband lose his title opportunities. Hell when we take OOWF over he may even lose his job. Think about that then sign this.

You can see the despair in her face and the sadness. With reluctancy she signs the paper and hands it to him...as he hands it to Eric the pilots voice comes over...

P: We are arriving at our destination in Toronto Mr. McMahon.

Carter and the rest of the Kings looks confused.

EM: Oh...I didnt tell you? You guys make yor WWE debuts tonight at our main live show in Toronto.

Him and everyone with the exception of Jamie laugh as the camera fades.

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In the Darling Luxury...Strike that. It's not the Darling Luxury Suites. It appears to be just a two room suite. The voodoo altar is set up in the common area, so it's clearly JUST Firewoman's suite and no one else's. Firewoman is SITTING~! across from it, thinking or something. Her eyes appear to be red. She sees the Ninja Cam, and rolls her eyes in annoyance, and they are clearly wet. She stands and walks over to the smaller table with the photo of her father, the whiskey, and the candle sit, and looks down at the photo.

Sean Padriag Cuinn. Or, Quinn as the idiots in New Orleans spelled it. You taught me a lot in the short time you were in my life. You taught me men were violent and heartless and not to be trusted. You taught me that tears were a sign of weakness, and I should never give in to them. You taught me to protect myself always, because no one was going to do it for me. You taught me to harden my heart and not care about the feelings of other. Heck, you manipulated what feelings I, a little girl, had, and taught me that if I wanted to survive, I needed to learn to do that, too.

Heck, your wife, Rose....she taught me tears were a tool. I used to watch how she could get you to do things with just a batting of the eye and a pout and a crocodile tear. I learned when it worked and when it drove you to a rage. I tested it on the men she set me up with. I learned to use my feelings as a weapon, and turn the feelings of others against themselves. And walk away without a second thought. But recently....

Recently, that armor, so carefully crafted by Sean Padriag Cuinn, and maintained by me all these years...little by little it started peeling away. Exposing more and more. Feeling more and more. Caring more and....

Suddenly Fire stops and straightens up. She picks up the whiskey.

Sean Padraig Cuinn was the first man I ever shed tears over. For a long time the only one. As of today...Today was the last day I shed tears over a man...never again.

I forgot your lessons, Daddy. May I never do so again.

Fire takes a drink the whiskey.

Suaimhneas síoraí tabhair dó, a Thiarna, agus go lonraí solas suthain air. Tabhair maithiúnas dár ndeartháir agus tabhair ionad sosa faoi shíocháin dó.

She blows the candle out as we FAAAAAAAAAAAADE.

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<a few minutes pass and there is a knock on the door. Fire reluctantly gets to her feet and opens the door and Moose is standing there>

MHJ: I saw your promo

FW: Oh?

MHJ: Let's go out, have a drink. Drown our sorrows

FW: I don't know if we should......

MHJ: Look, no Saints, no Fire Army, no wrestling, no Alex, no Chloe, no past, no future, just right now. Lets go mourn and let go

<Fire looks at Moose for a moment, then nods. They head out into the night, no doubt to the seediest bar in the Dominican Republic, and we fade>

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*LD and Stank look across the aisle, and The Murphys sit down *

DK: OOWF Plane rules?

*LD and Stank nod.*

*Daniella breaks out a bottle of Jamesons, from which they all do shots*

DK: We didn't come here to audition for the WWF, did we?

*LD and Stank nod*

Dee: We may be trying to kill each other tomorrow but that's life today

[ztevans]

MM: What?

MF: You've seen what's going on here lately. I don't trust Fire, LD, or Stank at all, there's just waaaaay too much history there on each side. Tytan's a wildcard who possibly might still have some resentment against me from stuff that went on way before you joined the company. I think I can trust Tommy but I don't really know him that well. I need your help. I need at least one person in this Alliance who I KNOW has my back. I'd like you to think it over, don't have to give me an answer right now.

MM: I- I'll think it over.

MF: Fair enough, all I'm asking. Don't take too long though. Need a ride to the airport?

MM: Sure, let me go get my things.

FADE

Mai walks over to Matt Folz on the flight and plops down in the seat next to him.

Mai: I thought about it.

Matt: And?

Mai: I have three rules I follow here. Three rules to stop me from getting into trouble.

Matt: Shoot.

Mai: Rule Number 1. Don't start a war you can't win. The OOWF is well-funded, but the WWE is a global entertainment corporation. We don't make films, we don't have a reality show, we have a basically non-functional farm system. It's like the American Civil War - I don't know who had better soldiers, but I know the South was going to run out of money first.

Matt: That's why we're not going to make this a long fight.

Mai: Rule Number 2. Don't fight for a cause you don't really believe in. The WWE may be run by shitheads, but their job is putting smiles on people's faces. They make PG entertainment. They don't send everyone to the hospital every week. They may not really be doing shit for breast cancer, but we *really* don't do shit for breast cancer. Shoot, I probably get asked to more Make-a-Wishes and anti-bullying rallies than anyone else in this company, and I still do maybe five a year? Six? Because it's ridiculous to call someone from Onslaught Blood & Guts Wrasslin to actually be a role model for children.

Matt: I get that. We could argue it. But Mai? Right now, they have my wife.

Mai: That's Rule Number 3.

Matt: What's Rule Number 3?

Mai: Rule Number 3. If Matt Folz needs me to do something, I do it, fuck Rules 1 and 2. I'm in.

Mai smiles.

Matt: I guess that explains the New Guard.

Mai: Yeah, well, the rules aren't perfect.

Matt: Hey, want to get me a Coke?

Mai: Nope. Go get your own.

Matt: But Rule Number 3?

Mai: You don't really need the sugar. I would get you a water...

Matt faux-grumbles as he gets up to get a Coke.

FADE

[ztevans]

*Smackdown Results*

Alexander Darling w/Alexis Darling, Christian Carter, Jose Reyna, Eric O'Mac, Seth Rollins, & Paige defeated Sheamus via Darling Driver. He then cut a promo about the formation of Royalty and once again made clear his intentions to unify the OOWF World Heavyweight Title with the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. Royalty was then provoked into a confrontation backstage with established WWE wrestlers John Cena, Big Show, Mark Henry, and others leading to a large pull-apart brawl.


*Boca Chica, Dominican Republic*

The scene fades into poolside at a luxury hotel and we focus on a private cabana where Christian Carter, Alexis Darling, Jose Reyna, Paige, Eric O'Mac, & Alexander Darling are lounging around. Fans are trying to get close but security is keeping them far away. Drinks are flowing and it seems like everyone is having a great time relaxing and enjoying the weather. Carter is on the phone with some financial advisors while Jose flirts up some of the local flavor that they've allowed into the cabana. Paige & Alexis are listening to music and getting a tan...well Alexis is, Paige is just trying to avoid looking like a lobster. In the back of the cabana, however, Alexander Darling is watching recaps of OOWF-TV and the events that have happened since the end of Imperial Onslaught. He notices the ninjacam and motions for it to turn on.

Alexander: Alexander Darling speaks and the world reacts. That's the way it was and always should have been but I got lost in becoming the reactor. I allowed situations to control me instead of being the one who controlled everything around me. The man who came into this company thinking 8-10 steps ahead of everyone else and I became everything I hated. I became a puppet of the masses to fight their battles. I've been trained in a lot of different ways, physically, mentally, spiritually and I let all of that fall by the wayside to fight the so-called good fights. Against The Five, against Moose, against Eco & Trinity, against the rise of the New Guard, against the Saints, against Ghosthead and his lunacy, and against the Kings and where did it all get me...NOWHERE. I was lost. Hell, I was a loser. I was barely able to string together a good month so I had to take a step back and remember what it was that made Alexander Darling the straw that stirred the drink.

Seriously, look at what's happened this week...each and everyone in this company has found a new target. And their is no higher target in wrestling now than Royalty. But yet, we're the bad guys in all of this. We want to make both companies better and that's held against us. The Saints talk about burning this company to the ground and rebuilding it in their image and I know they'll get the cheers against us because god forbid we try and become better. Eco has literally shot people, eaten flesh, and run someone down with a car, but I can guarandamntee that if he gets in the ring with one of the people in this cabana, he'll get cheered because he's loyal or some bullshit. He fucking broke his sister's arm and he'll be the loyal one to this company. All I and the rest of us want to do is put the OOWF in the best possible place to continue to survive. And that's with me taking their title home to Stamford and combining it with the WWE title. Allow the OOWF to become the breeding ground for the future, the way it needs to be.

And the problem with that is that the people around here know they won't fit into the bigger plans. Moosehead Jack is a glorified backyard wrestler who has no place in the future of a legit WRESTLING company. He'll bring up his past and his actual wrestling, but we all know when push comes to shove, he's always going to resort to pure violence and that has no place in 2014. We've grown. We've evolved. And he knows he'll have to fulfill his lifelong dream of dying in a ring in some two-bit backyard fed. He won't do it where I call home. And when he goes, he'll take his two puppets; Fulton and Chloe and they can die right along with him. But that leaves two more Saints; LD Williams and Stank. One of whom has never really been able to get the better of me and it eats him up inside that he can't beat me. And the other, well, I don't know if it's that Moose never allowed him to or he's just never been willing, but Williams and I have never really crossed paths and maybe that day is coming. But here's what I have to say to the two Saints I actually do like...we have jobs for you. Road agent, trainer...there's a place for you in this new world. Just accept your place in it and you'll be set for life, fight it and you'll lose. It's really that simple...the two of you had your day and unless you find another gear, you can't compete with the talent you see here. As one of your compatriots likes to say, Trust Me, I've been where you are...adapt & evolve or fester & die...those are your choices.

As for the rest of you lining up to join my wife in this fight, whether it's Tytan or Mai or Tommy or even you Matt...just stop now. As someone who knows Firewoman better than anyone can ever know, she will let you down in this fight. I've supported her for so long and I know what fights she can win and which ones she can't. I know what tricks she'll try to use to win this battle and the truth is, nothing she can do now will be able to stop the freight train that is Royalty. We are full steam ahead and if you stand in our way, you will be run over. Because he's the one thing you need to know about my wife if you're standing beside or behind her...she can not lead an army if she can not lead herself. And without her support system, a brother who's chosen a pale imitation over her, an assistant who enabled all her bad decisions, and a new family that is just tired of the mantra of Firewoman lies, she can't even support herself. How can she support you when we leave each and every one of you broken, battered, and beaten. As Carter is apt to say, welcome to OUR WORLD, welcome to the world of The Royalty...learn it, love it, live it. You can't defeat us because I am Alexander Darling, I am Royalty, and well, you're just my loyal servants. You just don't know it yet.

*Fade*

[ztevans]

Tytan is standing in the center of a ring empty arena-

Tytan: When I came back to the OOWF all I saw was false kings, and idols.

All those claiming to a throne that was never there's to begin with.

So they created one then.

They created their thrones by

(Tytan begins to pace)

Buying there loyalty

Spreading lies.

Cheating.

And ruining people.

I thought I was back to show the Gods that I can climb the mountain once again and rise to the summit and be World Heavyweight Champion for the third time.

But now that has all changed.

The biggest excuse of a kingdom has challenged our land,

The WWE.

Worst off we have to deal with "Royalty"

(Tytan spits on the ground.)

They couldn't even send their best over to invade.

They send over a bunch of wanna-bees

and decide that the Brat Prince or whatever you are calling yourself these days

is going to lead them.

(Tytan laughs)

How many times have you had followers?

How many of them are still fighting by your side?

I would rather follow Ecosystem then follow you.

Hell I would rather fight side by side with Firewoman and the Saints

people that I have fought long hard battles with

then fight on the side of Royalty.

Why?

This is where Alex Darling says that I am dumb.

And I have let years of abuse of PEDs rot my brain.

But he is wrong.

The reason I would never fight side by side with Royalty

is because they lack the one thing

That Firewoman

and the Saints

Folz

and even Ecosystem.

The fact that I respect them and what they have done in the ring as warriors.

Guys like you Alex Darling, and Christian Carter.

You have never earned respect.

You spend to much time Demanding it.

That's why I will never fight with you.

I have zero respect for you.

And Jose Reyna you are a follower of the Royalty. You are riding the coat tails and that's only going to get you dragged in the dirt.

You boys want a war.

I will give you a WAR!

And I come bearing weapons.

(Tytan holds up his shovel.)

People know what I can do with this and you Jose Reyna just may be the next person to feel my Wrath.

I am Tytan

I am the Killer of Kingdoms

Destroyer of lies.

and I will leave your Kingdom

in dirt and rubble

what you will need to bury the bodies.

[ztevans]

<Moose is sitting in the back, as usual smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey, he watches Alex's promo with a bemused grin on his face>

MHJ: Alex, the more things change, the more they stay the same, don't they? When you came into this company, I took an immediate dislike to you. I knew of you from our days in Japan, and I didn't like you then, and I hated you once you came to the OOWF and decided to carve your initials into my chest. So Alex, you think you are pretty fucking important right now, don't you? And really, that's all that matters in your fucking little world, isn't it? That Alexander Darling matters. That he is something. It took you leaving the OOWF and joining Vince's "sports entertainers" to matter again.

Let's face it Little Alex, you couldn't fucking cut it here. You want to call me a garbage wrestler? Three time fucking Grand Slam champion. You couldn't compete anymore, so you tucked your tail between your legs and ran away to McMahonland. You know, you could have just left it at that. No one would blame you. Hell, most CAN'T handle the OOWF life, it is fucking brutal. But noooo Alexander Darling needs to call out the Saints. You need to take your second rate DEA and make a big show.

Well let me tell you something Alex, you will NEVER be as good as the Saints. Your collection of fucking cast-offs can't hold our fucking jocks. Moosehead Jack, Stank and LD Williams are the best the OOWF has EVER seen, better than any fucking thing Vince can stand behind. And Chloe and Stan are the next generation. You see Little Alex, we are wrestlers we bleed, we sweat, we sacrifice. You can take your little band of "sports entertainers" and shove them up your ass. You are running with cowards. I used to have some respect for El Generico, but he fucking sold his soul to Vince McMahon and the almighty dollar. He is no longer a wrestler. That is why Vince sends them all to Florida, they are reprogrammed to be safe, inoffensive and generic. They lose all that made them great so they fit into Vince's vision of wrestling

So Alex, fuck you, fuck all the WWE assholes that you run with. You want a war? You got it, but it is on our turf, and it will be WRESTLING, not that goddamn abomination "sports entertainment" and when it is all said and done, we will stand over your bloody, broken bodies, and we will prove that Vince is a goddamn fraud, and so are you

Alex, I have been waiting for this moment for years. I am going to fucking finish you. You denigrate what I have done, yet, you have never been able to beat me. Remember Blood Pond? I fucking beat you. You denigrate what Stank and LD have done? Two fucking OOWF LEGENDS and you offer them road agent positions? Fuck you you pompous asshole. It is time I finish you for good. And I promise you Alex......you cannot fucking beat me

So take your second rate DEA. There is a reason Carter and Jos are not Saints. They couldn't fucking cut it. We cut them loose. There is a reason Lexie isn't shit. I broke her fucking neck once, I will GLADLY do it again. Alex, this is a war you will not fucking win. I can see it in your eyes, you want to be the Saints so fucking bad, you can't stand it. Just like you were jealous of the Five because they were head and shoulders better than DEA, you are fucking jealous because, no matter how much backing you have, Royalty will NEVER be the Saints. You will always be second best Alex, that I fucking promise you.

Because, I am Moosehead Jack, and you, well you're just not. Fucking trust me, you little asshole.

<fade>

[ztevans]

We see Matt Folz heading back to his hotel after breakfast when Scheme Gene approaches.

MF: Gene.

SG: Matt. I wouldn't be doing my job unless I asked you a few questions.

MF: Of course, shoot.

SG: This is the first time since July 2011 that you have traveled to an OOWF event without Jaime by your side. How did that feel?

MF: That's not a serious question is it? Christ man, how do you think it felt? It fucking sucked. All flight I kept looking over to the empty seat next to me, or I'd lean over and start to say something to her before I caught myself and realized that she wasn't there.

SG: Have you two had any contact with each other since the night of Hell on Earth?

MF: A few phone conversations, but nothing face to face. The next 24 days are going to be hell man.

SG: And what's your reaction to the revelation that Carter ordered her to hit you with a chair and eliminate you from Imperial Onslaught?

Matt laughs.

MF: I expected something like that. Christian Carter is a fucking bitch who can't beat me on his own if his life depended on it. I don't blame Jaime for doing what she did, she did it ultimately to protect me. And I don't blame Carter for ordering her to do it, back when I was in the New Guard I probably would have done exactly the same thing if I was in a similar scenario. I DO blame myself for putting my wife in that position to begin with. Then again, I guess that was their plan all along... Darling gets under my skin enough that I finally agree to that ridiculous stipulation. Good work guys. But it doesn't make a difference, Royalty is ultimately doomed to fail.

SG: And why is that?

MF: Because they pissed off the wrong people. Take a look at who's aligning against them:

LD Williams and Stank. LD once said before one of our matches that I was "an asshole who had more wrestling skill than I knew what to do with" and that's exactly how I feel about these guys. Both are Grand Slam winners who have FORGOTTEN more about wrestling than any of us will ever learn. Both are among the greatest wrestlers ever.... not just in this company, but in any promotion in any country since this sport began. Oh, and Christian? I can personally tell you that they don't take too well to being called has-beens. I did that shit once and barely lived through the aftermath.

Firewoman. Another Grand Slam winner and maybe the toughest opponent in my time here. A woman who will literally fight to her last breath if she has to. And hell, maybe you're right Alex, maybe she is crazy and is unable to lead us. Well, we don't NEED a leader and there's nothing wrong with a little dose of crazy sometimes.

Tytan. A man who's won every championship this company has to offer with the exception of the Onslaught Championship. 6'6, 260 pounds and I can testify personally that he hits as hard as anyone in this company, with or without a shovel.

Tommy Wilder. The greatest and craziest high flyer in this company who is also damn good on the mat and has held every Championship in this company except the World Championship.

Mai Muyo, who might have more pure talent then anyone I just mentioned. Think about THAT.

And, oh yeah, Matt Folz. 3 time Intercontinental Champion, 3 time Onslaught Champion, Former World Heavyweight Champion, OOWF Invitational Winner, Imperial Onslaught Winner, Tag Team Invitational Winner, 2013 Wrestler of the Year and second in 2014 Wrestler of the Year voting.

THESE are the people you've pissed off.

Now I'm not saying we all get along, in fact if we all went out to dinner together we'd be more likely to put each other through tables. But we are united by one thing and one thing only and that is our hatred of you. So Christian, Alex, Alexis, Jose, feel free to come after us. And bring as many lame ass 'sports entertainers' you want as your backup, because We are the OOWF, and we are loaded for bear

FADE

[ztevans]

Everyone in Firewoman's alliance is in the Destroyitarium, apparently talking strategery. Spencer brings another round of drinks to the table where Fire was sitting with LD and stank.

SD: Where'd she go?

LD: She said she had to make a call.

LD nods to where she's standing.

SD: Is she going to be okay? I mean this is a lot to come down on her so soon after...you know....

S: I dunno...no offense, Spencer, but I kind of want to kill your brother.

SD: Stand in line.

Spencer walks up to Firewoman who merely turns away from her while on the phone. Spencer just nods sympathetically and goes back to behind the bar to whisper with Ashley.

FW: *into phone*....yes, I saw it....I don't know, maybe I can't lead...........I just don't think I can do this...........okay....okay.....yeah, me too.

Fire hangs up and then walks back to the table, but doesn't sit. She clears her throat and gets everyone's attention.

FW: Okay, let's take care of the elephant in the room. The one person who has been with me nearly every step of my life in this career, from the highest highs to the lowest lows, isn't. And that's the last thing I'm going to say about it.

Everyone kind of murmurs and looks at their drink uncomfortably.

FW: Moving on. I am not sure how I became...look, I'm not a leader. I can barely stay in a stable for more than a year without tearing it apart. *LD and Stank kind of shrug and nod* So...I don't have any expectations of what this alliance is or isn't or should or shouldn't do. I think at most we should agree that, while we are under siege from Eric and Vince, whatever differences we have between ourselves should take a back seat. Feuds stay in the ring; backstage the focus should be on kicking those douche-bags back to Stamford so hard that they never even think about nosing around here again.

Everyone kind of murmurs their general agreement to that.

FW: Now...I know I'm not the most trustworthy person in the room. And each one of you have every right to not believe a word I say. But OOWF has been my home for almost ten years...I'm not standing by and watching it be destroyed, and whatever I do going forward, that is my number one priority. Not everyone on the roster feels the way I do. Or thinks I'm trustworthy enough to work with. And that's okay. They may not be sitting here right now, but that doesn't mean they don't agree that WWE needs to go, so let's not lump them in with the enemy.

Everyone again kind of nods.

FW: Now for the hard part. I've got a little problem with honesty, we all know that. I'm working on it. But right now I have to keep some confidences. There's things in the works I can't tell you about right now, but I'll do my best to let people know things I'm allowed to. It's not to be secretive or manipulative...It's a safety thing. You can believe it or not, but....um, I guess...trust me.

There's a pause as people don't know quite what to say.

FW: Okay, so...some good ideas circulating...let's keep them coming.

Fire sits down with Stank and LD.

LD: Nicely done.

FW: Thanks.

S: What things in the works?

FW: Lucas.....please....

S: Okay, okay...

LD: So OOWF folks off limits. But those fucktards who already signed with WWE...they aren't technically OOWF folks.

FW: I guess not...once their contract runs out, they're out of here I guess.

S: Good. You take Carter, I'll take Reyna.

LD: I'll take Alex.

S: No, I'll take Alex.

FW: No.

LD: Huh?

Firewoman stands up again.

FW: One more thing. Royals? Not OOWF. So do what you will with that. But Alexander Darling is off-limits.

There's an abrupt stop in conversation, as they look at Fire, incredulous. But Fire has a very 'don't fuck with me' look in her eyes.

LD: C'mon, Fire...after everything. Are you seriously protecting his ass?

S: You can't possibly still love him.

FW: *looks around for a minute* Alexander is mine.

Everyone sort of nods as if they now understand.

FW: If there's anything left after I'm done with him...do what you want.

Fire abruptly turns and walks out. Spencer comes out from behind the bar and rushes to the back, clearly upset, and Ashley follows her.

[ztevans]

The meeting in the Destroyitarium is still going on there is an intense discussion going on.

Firewoman is heading to the door and suddenly stops when she sees Tytan standing there with shovel in hand.


Tytan: Put me on the list to get a piece of Alex as well.

(Firewoman stops. There is a moment of tension in the room.)

(Tytan looks over to where the Saints are and sees that they are slowly getting up not sure how to react.)

Tytan: It seems like Folz and I got are invites a little late for this little gathering. (He looks to Firewoman who hasn't taken his eyes off of him.) I told you and everyone who heard it. I want them gone too. So I got your back in this War.

I know are Histories. Hell I know our Histories with everyone in this room. But this time it's about respect.

They don't have my respect.

I may not like the majority of you in the room, but I respect you.

(Tytan extends his hand to Firewoman.)

FADE