OOWF MidWeek Mayhem 07-16-08

[mooseheadjack]

(The camera comes up on Stank and OBJ looking for Spin Hansen but some others found them instead.)


Tytan: Well...well...well look who we have here.

DeBeers: It seems we have our two favorite friends out for a little stroll.

Stank: Kind of ironic meeting you idiots out here. What you looking for a beat down tonight?

OBJ: Yeah it's kind of bad being Three on two. DH is just inside trying to look for Spin.

(All of a sudden DH comes out of the building being carried by four of Ultimo Inc.'s finest. They carry him off into a nearby van and drive off.)

Stank: Oh so that's how you are going to play. It doesn't matter the odds are still in our favor.

(Gets ready to fight. OBJ follows)

DeBeers: But that's where you are wrong. (He then lets out a whistle and eight more of Ultimo Inc Security come out and jump Stank. Jack tries to help but that is quickly stopped by a barbed wire baseball bat to the back.)

Tytan: I wouldn't if I were you. Your time will come.

(OBJ is down on the ground and slow to get up.)

DeBeers: (To the security that has Stank) All right boys just like we told you.

(Security then takes Stank and forces him to watch what is about to take place. He is still trying to fight but knows it's a loosing battle.)

Tytan: All right Stank, you asked for this one. So we are going to make you watch Jack shed a little blood tonight. (To DeBeers) Let's do this.

(ZKD then hold up OBJ and Tytan takes a nice hard swing with the Barbed Wire Bat to OBJ's ribs)

OBJ: Damn you son of a bitch. That one hurt.

DeBeers: You think he's done with you already, try again!

(OBJ spits blood at Tytan.)

Tytan: You aren't so tough now are you? (Tytan takes another swing at OBJ's legs.)

OBJ: Fuck you ass hole!

Tytan: You want to run your mouth. I said I was done with you, I guess I am going to have to really send you to the hospital.

(Stank fights a little more and starts to get some advantage. DeBeers sees this and tell Tytan)

DeBeers: You might want to get a shot in on him too. Better yet let me get one.

Tytan: Fine.

(DeBeers drops OBJ and you can hear him moaning in pain. Tytan hands the bat over to DeBeers and he smiles walks over to Stank and winds up)

DeBeers: We said tonight you watch so no (Swings and jabs him in the ribs.) fighting. (He hits him again Stank then slouches over as security continues to hold him. (DeBeers then drops the bat, Tytan picks it up and then unravels some of the barbed wire as it cuts into himself.) Man you are pretty sick.

Tytan: (With a crazed look in his eyes.) There's one more thing I need to do.

(He then takes the wire and gets on top of the fallen OBJ and starts to choke him out with the Barbed Wire.)

Stank: All right you sick fuck he had enough....come on and take some more shots on me....come on you cock sucker.

DeBeers: Don't worry there Stank. Yours will come...just not tonight.

(Tytan is still choking OBJ as the wire starts to draw blood. When all of a sudden another van pulls up and Podvod steps out of it.)

Podvod: Tytan ENOUGH!!

(He stops almost immediately. Podvod, then walks up and injects something into Tytan's neck and he falls over. She looks at DeBeers.)

Podvod: Take him into the van.

(DeBeers follows orders. Podvod walks over to Outback Jack and leans down toward him.)

Podvod: Never let Wally ever lay his hands on me again or I will have Tytan kill you next time. (She then kicks him in the crouch for good measure. She then heads into the van and Security tosses DH out to join the other three and the van drives off.)

(Fade to Black)

[mooseheadjack]

<Hours later>

<We see a bus pull up to the front of Ultimo Inc. Stank, Outback Jack and the Midnight Sons exit along with the members of Gaelic Storm even Damon Wrath who couldn't pass up the opportunity (or the intriguing offer from Wally). Another bus pulls up and parks next to that one with another group of 25 drunken men. All the men gather around Stank who begins his speech.>

Stank - I am Stank, and I see before me an army of my fellow drunken men here in defiance of stupidity. You have come to fight as drunk men, and drunk men you are. What would you do without alcohol? Will you fight?

<Liam speaks up and points toward Ultimo Inc.>

Liam - Fight against that? No, we will run, and we will live.

Stank - Yes, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while before I hunt you down and kill you myself. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... our FREEDOOOOOOOOM.

<The men ROAR in drunken glee... and STORM the building! Kicking down the doors, led by D&D, Gaelic Storm and a rag tag group of armed drunkards who happened to be hanging out at the Destroyitarium and wherever it is Gaelic Storm likes to drink, the D&D army quickly overwhelm and beat the shit out of Ultimo Inc. security. ZK DeBeers is spotted and he makes a run for it. Conner McNasty TACKLES him and along with Rory the two hold DeBeers down. >

Stank - Lift his punk ass up.

<The two members of GS comply and Stank calmly walks over and HEADBUTTS DeBeers in the face BREAKING his nose! Blood flows freely and DeBeers is losing consciousness. Stank SLAPS him awake.>

Stank - Wake up asshole. This ain't over yet.

Spin - Stank! Over here! You got to see this.

<Spin is standing in the entrance to another room. Stank walks over and looks inside where he sees DH Magnusson beating the ever loving shit out of members of Ultimo Inc. security with his logger chain. Seamus McNasty is standing over Steel and Podvod preventing them from interfering with Outback Jack who along with Liam are staring at Tytan.

Tytan is lying motionless, strapped to a table with various wires and tubes attached to his body at different points. There are dark goggles over his eyes, wired to a device set in a nearby wall. Headphones cover his ears. He is totally oblivious to the chaos crashing down all around him. The noise of battle and hand to hand combat continues to echo throughout the building. Conner and Rory bring DeBeers inside.>

OBJ - I'm just trying to decide what to do to him first.

Stank - Grab that HHH-DX 3000 prototype. Mags let me borrow your chain.

<DH continues POUNDING away at one of Ultimo Inc security men.>

Stank - MAGS!

DHM - WHAT!

Stank - Your chain...? Can I borrow it?

<DH looks up from the man he has been beating into submission and tosses Stank the chain.>

Stank - Thanks. Now Jack I'll hold him and you can do whatever you like with that sledgehammer.

<Steel looks up at Seamus.>

Steel - I KNEW you couldn't trusted.

Podvod- How DARE you betray us!

SM - Shut up BOTH of you! Just so happens Wally made me a better offer. Sorry. Thems the breaks.

<Stank walks over to Tytan, takes the chain, and PULLS it down HARD over Tytan's Neck! OBJ takes the sledgehammer and SLAMS it down onto Tytans ribs! Tytan rips one strap free and pulls at the chain holding him down by his neck. Stank holds fast as OBJ SWATS at Tytan’s free hand with the sledgehammer. Tytan GASPS for breath and his ribs can't feel that great right now. OBJ SLAMS down again on Tytan's chest, as the big man begins to cough up blood. Stank removes the chain, yanks off Tytan’s goggles and headphones, un-straps him and pulls him off the table onto the cold, hard concrete floor. OBJ walks over with the sledgehammer and brings it down, with all his might on Tytan's ankle. The big man ROARS! in frustration, pain, and anger, clutching at his ankle. Stank walks around KICKS him in the mouth.>

Stank - Shut the fuck up.

<Tytan rolls over onto his back, spitting up blood, and clutching at his ribs and neck.>

Stank - Bring DeBeers over here.

<Rory and Conner bring DeBeers over who has been staring at Tytan's beating in horror, while blood continues to drain from his nose. Stank winds up and knocks Debeers out with a meaty fist to the man’s jaw. Stank then nods over to Outback (or is this Jack of the Hinterlands?) who stands over Tytan with the business end of the sledgehammer propped against his throat. Tytan is fighting to stay conscious, but is losing that battle. Tytan weakly tries to push at the hammer on his throat, but Jack won’t let it budge.>

Stank - Look at me.

<Tytan's eyes turn to Stank.>

Stank - This isn't how I like to do business. But no way do I let what you two did stand. We are the WRONG FUCKING people for you to mess with. I wouldn't mind so much if you guys jumped us because you're trying to prove you got balls, but to jump us for some perceived slight from fucking WALLY is just... fucking insane. You guys haven't been here long so let me fill you in on who we are. Seamus bring those two bitches over here so they can hear what I'm saying.

<Seamus McNasty pushes Steel and Podvod over by their fallen comrades.>

Stank - The man standing over there amused by all the shennanigans... that's Spin "Freakin" Hansen. You would have had your hands full just fucking with him. The man over there beating the SHIT out of your fucking inept security... That's DH Magnusson. Notice the vein popping out of his forehead. You don't ever see that unless you done really pissed him off. Big mistake bringing him into this. He along with Spin form the greatest tag team in the OOWF today. I don't care WHAT you've heard to the contrary... of course I'm biased... you awake?

<Tytan has faded. Jack smacks him awake.>

Stank - Don't fall asleep on me yet, fuckhead. Now the man standing over you with one of your HHH-DX 3000 sledgehammers, that'd be Outback Jack, sometimes known as Jack of the Hinterlands, and two other personalities that I know of... but you done did bad enough bringing out JOH. You're familiar with him... but you may not know me... I'm Stank... I'm a badass motherfucker... and to fuck with me is to fuck with death. No one does to me what you idiots have done least of all fucking with Drink & Destroy. You call yourselves the future of wrestling? Ultimo Inc. won't HAVE a future if you ever try the shit you pulled on us again.

Podvod - Tytan will…

Stank - … LAY there and BLEED bitch! Shut the fuck up!

<Podvod zips her lip.>

Steel - What do you intend to do with us?

<Sean, Tommy, Rory and Conner all gather around DH Magnusson, amused by the beating they see Magnusson laying on more Ultimo Inc. security. By now the sounds of battle have quieted a bit as the other drunken bastards come sprawling into the room, having taken cared of security throughout the complex.>

Stank - I'm glad you asked that Mr. Steel. I won’t do a damn thing to you and Podvod. Can’t speak for Jack however. To your boys Tytan and Debeers… well… I'll just show you.

<Stank nods to Jack and OBJ lifts the hammer and SLAMS it down hard on Tytan's skull knocking him completely out. Jack tosses the hammer and he and Stank tie DeBeers and Tytan's legs together with the chain. Stank finds another chain and hooks it around the other one binding Tytan and DeBeers legs. Stank throws the other end of the chain over a steel beam support, up by the ceiling, and he and Outback Jack pull, hoisting Tytan and Debeers up in the air, hanging upside down by their feet, and dripping lots of blood as it forms a pool beneath them. Stank then ties the chain around the table, keeping DeBeers and Tytan suspended.

Podvod, Steel, Gaelic Storm, D&D and the others watch as Tytan and DeBeers hang there. Outback Jack pulls out the barbed wire Tytan used on him earlier. He walks over to Tytan and brings the wire up to his face.>

OBJ – This… I'll be saving for you later.

<The camera fades on the D&D army, Gaelic Storm, D&D, and the conscious members of Ultimo Inc. staring at the carnage all around them and the two bodies hanging upside down, swaying between Outback Jack and Stank.>

[mooseheadjack]

<LJ Bennett, Eric O'Mac and LD Williams are sitting in the office watching the events unfold on OOWFtv>

EOM: ANOTHER attack huh.

LDW: They are just digging their hole deeper.

LJB: Their time will come.

EOM: We have to do SOMEthing here

LDW: You care about DeBeers?

EOM: No, but Tytan is an associate at the very least

<Bennett has a far off look in his eyes, then seems to come to a decision>

LJB: What Darling did to Moose is bad enough, Tytan is an associate. Eric, round up the troops, I think a little payback is in order

<Eric leaves and Bennett picks up the phone and dials>

LJB: Niles, yeah this is Bennett, I presume your trip went as planned right?.............good to hear. Look, we have a little.........situation, here. No, nothing we can't handle, I think we just might need a little insurance. I want you and Viper to get to Boston as soon as possible. Call me the second you get there and I will give you more instructions

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is LIMPING~! in the Run DEA Suites and Locker Room presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. He knocks on Samantha Darling's door. There's someone inside.*

SI: Who is it?

DM: Davin.

*Samantha Darling opens the door and looks dubiously at Davin*

SD: What do you want?

DM: I need your help.

SD: Well, answer me this; why the fuck should I help you?

DM: Because I'm asking very nicely.

*Davin throws up a cheesy-ass grin, leading Samantha to just shake her head in a display of resignation*

SD: Fine, come in.

*They both sit in a couple of overstuffed chairs, facing each other*

SD: What can I do for you, Moreland.

DM: It's Davin.

SD: Fine. Question stands.

DM: Well first of all, why are you being so bitchy towards me?

SD: Um, oh, I dunno; you made my sister get her ass kicked and then quit the company because you're an asshole? Or maybe because you turned my brother into a raving lunatic?

DM: Listen, Alexis and I...we were bound to have a blow-up eventually.

SD: You two were...

DM: NOTHING HAPPENED!

SD: Really? Why should I believe you?

DM: Ask her if you don't believe me. Besides, any friendship we had was based solely on mutual manipulation.

SD: Wait...WHAT?

DM: I mean like we both swerved each other to get what we want.

SD: Oh, I was gonna say.

DM: Yeah, that came out weird. Anyway, it was...complicated. And I kind of went a little overboard. I still contend that she holds a lot of responsibilty for what happened, but I've moved past it.

SD: You could have been a little more understanding.

DM: That...that's not really how we rolled; respecting other people's feelings and what not. Not so much in my emotional database.

SD: Well, I can see that. Still not thrilled with how it went down, Davin.

DM: Understandable.

SD: And what about Alex? What the fuck did you do to him?

DM: Who?

SD: Alex. My brother.

DM: Oh yeah. Weird. I'm used to him being called "brother dear".

SD: Those two...have...well...a special relationship.

DM: No shit.

SD: I mean, cause they're twins and all.

DM: Right. Of course.

SD: No, seriously. That's what I meant. I didn't mean to imply...

DM: You don't HAVE to imply. They imply it all the time.

SD: Damn. You think they'd be more discreet.

DM: A bit of immaturity, perhaps?

SD: Well, they can't all have age and wisdom like us.

DM: Yeah, cause we're totally ready for the old folks home. Actually, the way I'm feeling right now, I just might not be that far away.

SD: Why? What's wrong?

DM: Well, I've been involved in beatdowns and brutal matches for more than three months, and with all this backstage shit recently; I've had no time to recover. My body's in some rough damned shape.

SD: You seem to be holding up pretty well.

DM: Huh. Well, I can barely walk. My ankle is for shit right now.

SD: Well, I might have something that can help.

DM: Cool. Tylenol? Cause I'm all out, and this fake shit isn't cutting it.

SD: Tylenol? HA. I've got much better stuff than that.

DM: I'm sure. But I can't take anything but Tylenol.

SD: The fuck? Why?

DM: Interacts with my medication. NSAIDs can fuck with my liver, and opiates lower my blood pressure dangerously.

SD: Medication? You sick?

DM: In a manner of speaking. They haven't told you?

SD: I thought they were exaggerating.

DM: Nope.

SD: Huh. So anyway, what did you do to my brother?

DM: Please. It's all his idea. He snapped after last week. And he's gonna drag me into something I don't want to be a part of because of his temper and carelessness.

SD: How is he gonna drag you in?

DM: He's my teammate, he's my partner, and no one else here will have his back since he's burned so many bridges.

SD: Already?

DM: You new here?

SD: Yes.

DM: Oh. Yes. Already. I get the sense he does that a lot.

SD: Sorta, yeah. He can be a little headstrong.

DM: I thought with Big Sister around he'd chill the fuck out. I guess it's the opposite.

SD: Well, I don't exactly have the same relationship with him as Lexie does.

DM: I don't think that would be possible.

SD: Clearly.

DM: It's...uncomfortable.

SD: I know. Try growing up with it.

DM: Yikes.

*Samantha gets up and stats digging through some plain brown paper bags. She comes back with some Tylenol and a glass of water.*

DM: No shit? You have some?

SD: Percs don't work so great on headaches. Besides, it's about 32nd on my list of painkillers.

DM: So, you're kind of like a...

SD: Pharmacist? Heh. Kinda. I'm mostly out of that; but I still know people. I kinda regret getting that stuff for Alex.

DM: Well, you didn't know.

SD: I kinda knew. He's tough to say no to.

*Davin takes the Tylenol*

DM: I gather.

SD: So, you're gonna help him with this?

DM: Not exactly. I'll do my best to get him out of this; but he's made his own bed on this one. This is too far, even for me.

SD: I appreciate you helping anyway you can. You're a good guy.

*Davin stands up and limps toward the door*

DM: I try. Listen, I'm gonna try to get some sleep. Can you keep an eye on things for me?

SD: You know, it's not all your responsibility to hold things down. Hell, you're not the captain.

DM: I know. But even the captain needs back up.

*Davin leaves, and we fade with a shot of Samantha watching Davin limp (badly) to his room*

[mooseheadjack]

<Bennett's Army is assembled in the locker room>

LJB: Gentlemen, as you have seen Team Rick has taken it upon themselves to attack us at will. That is to be expected, and I don't think any of us expected less, or are complaining in the least. However, there comes a point where extreme measures have to be taken to ensure things don't completely escalate out of control. Now, earlier, I made a few calls, and I think the measures we have taken should take a step toward alleviating some of this.......excessive violence.

<almost as if in cue, Bennett's phone rings>

Yes........excellent, just like we talked about. Well done. Undisclosed I assume. No witnesses? Perfect. And the two you hired? They do good work. Perfect. Make sure you don't lay a finger on her, let them do the work. Excellent. Have a good evening gentlemen.

<Bennett hangs up the phone and without a word grabs the remote and clicks on OOWFtv>

The screen flickers to life and we see a very well dressed Donovan Viper and Niles Anderson sitting on a couch in what appears to be some sort of suite.

DV: Alex, this is what happens when you decide to take things and make them personal. Now, I am sure you are going to be tempted to blame others, but just remember, this is all on you.

<the camera pans around and we see a bloody, beaten Alexis Darling tied to a chair, seething with rage>

NA: Now, it might do your heart good to know that she put up one hell of a fight, got a couple of good shots in on our friends here <the camera pans around to two VERY large men, dressed in black with hoods over their faces> Sadly, that really only served to piss them off, probably not making things any better for Lexie here.

DV: Now, I know what you are thinking, we can't touch her and all that. Well, we didn't. We let men who enjoy taking care of other people's problems handle that. Now, Darling, the way I see this, this is real simple. You have to make a decision. You can keep doing what you are doing to Moose, I am sure you are having a great time with it. And I know damn well that if you don't kill Moose in this, he is going to be out for your blood. Just remember one thing. I am pretty sure Moose can handle more abuse than your darling sister here.

NA: Or, the other option you have, is you back the fuck off. Moose walks and you two settle this in the arena, face to face, and Lexie walks. How important is your sister to you Darling?

<as if for emphasis one of the hulking men cracks Alexis across the jaw>

NA: How far do you want to go?

<The camera fades to black and we go back to Bennett's office>

LJB: Gentlemen, you know Rick's men will not be happy about this turn of events, as well they shouldn't be. For everyone, watch your back.


And, if you happen to catch one of them out and about..........don't hesitate to send a message. Now Darling, you may or may not believe this, that is your decision, but the offer is valid. Consider it.........a prisoner exchange. The ball is in your court right now.

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland, laying down in his bed, wakes up long enough to see Bennett's speech-ish thing on OOWF-TV*

DM: Jesus.

*Davin immediately grabs his cellphone and dials*

DM: Page? Page...call John, call Kenny...You guys gotta get up to Boston right away...NO! I don't know where the fuck she is...Jesus Christ Page, there's only so many hotels with suites up there...Well fuck Page, I don't ask much...Fine. Do what you can...Dude, there are shitloads of people to call...Hell, call the Murphys and O'Sullivans...If they can't find her no one can...Get back to me then, will ya?

*Davin hangs up and grabs his ankle*

DM: Fuck.

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

<Back to Bennett's Office where he is left with only LD and Eric>

LJB: Gentlemen, remember what I said, they will be out for blood, just like we are. We are a team, we have to watch each others backs. Right now, we have more to lose

<LD and Eric leave the office and join up with the rest of Revolution XXX and head down the hall. Bennett closes the door and starts to walk away, then turns back and locks the door behind him. Bennett walks over to his private bar and pours himself a drink and downs it in one gulp, then pours another and walks over to a giant picture window and stares out at the Bombay sunset. After several long seconds of silence Bennett downs his second drink and mutters to himself.....

This has gone a lot further than I ever thought it would..........maybe even too far

<fade>

[mooseheadjack]

<Alexis spits blood onto the floor and screams bloody murder!>

AD - I'M GONNA CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING BALLS YOU SHI-

<One of the burly men angrily tapes Alexis's mouth shut.>

NA - *Sigh* I thought she'd never shut u-

<Suddenly Ax-Man walks into the room Alexis Darling is being held in. The four men look up in surprise.>

Ax-Man - Alexis THERE you are! Damn I've been looking ALL over for you.

Alexis - MMMm MMMmmm MMMM!

Ax - What's that? I can't hear you babe.

<Ax-Man strides over to Alexis and begins to untie her.>

Ax-Man - I have no idea why you ditched me. Was it something I said?

AD - MMMMM! MMMmmm! MMMMMM!

Niles - Uh... what the hell do you think you're do-

Ax - SHHHHH! I'm trying to hear what Lexie is saying.

AD - MMMMM MMMMM MMM MMM!

Ax - Wha..?

DV - Hey! Stupid! Do you realize what the fuck you are doing?

Ax - Who are your friends Lexie?

AD - MMMMM! MM!!MMMM! MMM MMM!

Ax - Wha...

Niles - Boys would you kindly beat the shit out of this fool and toss him out?

<The two men who worked over Alexis move towards the 3-Piece Set founder and former member of Drink & Destroy. Ax-Man pulls out pepper spray and squirts it into the eyes of the first man. The man howls and as he backs up into the second guy, Ax-Man KICKS him right in his nutsac. That's one down. The other man, tangled up with his partner gets a pepper spray can beaned to his noggin. That distracts him enough for Ax-Man to pick up the wooden chair Alexis was sitting in and SMASH it down on the man's skull, shattering the chair into a dozen or so pieces, and knocking the guy unconscious. That's two down.>

DV - Well fuck me.

Niles - Still two against one... hey... aren't you Ax-Man?

Ax-Man - Yeah... and the other fellow who just made his way behind Donnie over there, you might remember.

<Niles whirls around and EATS a SUPERKICK from BLACKDRAGON! Donnie catches Dragon's outstretched leg and CROTCHES him with a chain-assisted death LOWBLOW! Dragon is down. Ax-Man jumps Viper and has him in a sleeper. Viper flips Ax-Man over his shoulder and starts raining down lefts and rights. Ax-Man catches Vipers right fist, but Donnie's left connects and loosens some teeth. Suddenly Viper's eyes roll into the back of his head as we see Alexis has grabbed a hand full of Vipers nuts. Ax-Man slides out from under Viper and tries to regain his senses. Viper whirls a fist around and connects on Alexis's already bruised jaw. Viper holds his nuts, then wraps the chain around his elbow. He stumbles over to Ax-Man who looks up and watches as Alexis jumps on Viper's back. Viper flips her over,but Ax-Man is there to turn Viper inside out with a clothesline from HELL! Alexis walks over... MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! on Viper! Alexis rips the tape off her mouth then she and Ax-Man help Blackdragon to his feet. They walk out the room and out the building to a waiting vehicle. Ax-Man sits in the driver's seat. Alexis sits in the back. They PEEL off down the street. Six blocks of silence later.>

Ax-Man - Don't fucking ditch us again.

Alexis - Shut up.

Ax-Man - I'm serious! I don't need Stank or your brother on my ass.

Alexis - Whatever.

Ax-Man - What was that you were trying to say to me when your mouth was taped?

Alexis - Oh that... Don't call me babe.

Ax-Man - What?

Alexis - Dont. Call. Me. Babe.

[mooseheadjack]

<D&D and Gaelic Storm are all back in the Destroyitarium drinking and reflecting on the day's violence. SFJ#3 makes her way over to Stank.>

Stank - Alisha.

SFJ#3 - Any thoughts on Moosehead Jack's kidnapping.

Stank - Nope.

SFJ#3 - Your invasion of Ultimo Inc?

Stank - Merely retaliation for an attack on us earlier.

SFJ#3 - An alliance with Gaelic Storm?

Stank - Not so much an alliance as a party.

SFJ#3 - Alexis Darling's abduction?

Stank - The FUCK?

SFJ#3 - Alexis Darling was abducted in response to Moosehead Jack's abduction.

Stank - WHERE THE FUCK WERE AX-MAN AND BLACKDRAGON!?!?

SFJ#3 - They rescued her.

Stank - DAMN IT! I TOLD them to KEEP a FUCKING EYE ON HER!

SFJ#3 - They got her back. Anyway it seems the violence in this war has escalated.

Stank - I need to call Alexis.

SFJ#3 - Wait! Can we get a comment on the escalation of hostilities?

Stank - Escalation of hostilities... really?

SFJ#3 - Your comment.

Stank - Look what happened at Ultimo Inc. wasn't really about this fucking war. It just so happens that they are on the other side, but if it were about the war... I would have gone after "The Main Dickhead" Chris Cole for hitting me in the face earlier. No what Ultimo Inc. did truly annoyed me and had it been anyone else, whether on Rick or Bennett's side... We would have done the same thing. It was coincidence that Moose's kidnapping happened in or around the same time. Quite frankly Alex has got some balls for doing what he's doing. And though I'm sure Moose has told him. He better not leave Moose breathing after he's done or payback will be quite a bit more than a booya bitch.

But I'm sure Alex doesn't care about that.

If you really want to place blame on Moose's abduction... why don't y'all go interview that freak Poe. From what I've heard a lot of the Darlings dysfunction is tied into that man. Now if you'll excuse me... I need to find out what the fuck is going on with Alexis.

<Camera fades>

[mooseheadjack]

*Back at the deserted warehouse*

Hours have passed since we’ve seen or heard from Alexander Darling and his prisoner, Moosehead Jack when all of a sudden OOWF-TV flickers to life and we see inside the warehouse once again. Still sitting with arms raised in a V-position and his legs handcuffed, we see Moosehead Jack once again. He’s now blindfolded, with a huge pair of Bose Noise-Cancelling Acoustic Headphones and a wooden clothespin on his nose to cut off any sensation of smell. Slowly from behind Moose, Alexander Darling comes into the picture and he rips the headphones off Moose and uses a knife to cut the blindfold off from behind his head. It takes Moose a moment to adjust to the new sensations in the room and he looks really frazzled.

Alexander: Sensory deprivation is one of the oldest methods used to create imbalance and hallucinations in another person. It was a favorite of Northern Ireland in the 1970’s and a favorite of someone very close to me. What do you think of it Moose?

Moosehead Jack: You’re fucking mad Darling.

Darling gets real close to Moose and whispers in his ear,
Alexander: We all go a little mad sometimes. But I’m sorry to tell ya Moose, I’m not mad at all. What I am is annoyed. Since my first day here, you’ve been nothing but a fucking disturbance to me. At first it was really mild and I could just ignore you, but then you had to start digging and in the process you went and wound up on my sister’s bad side. Which means you wound up on my bad side.

Alexander walks around the room some to where there is a large pot of boiling water as well as a fireplace. Alexander looks between them both and chooses the fireplace and out of the flame, he grabs a large branding iron.

Moose: What the fuck are you doing? Is this all just a mind-fuck Darling. You haven’t laid a hand on me yet, and if you really think…

Alexander: Would you kindly shut the fuck up? You really are in no position to say anything. As to why I haven’t laid a hand on you as of yet. This has never really been about that Moose. No matter what’s been said or done in the past, it was obvious you never took me seriously. I fucking carved my initials into you chest and nothing.

Moose: That wasn’t my…

Moose starts convulsing for a second and we see Alexander has that button in his hand again.
Alexander: I thought I just told you to shut the fuck up. And I know you would have preferred to come after me, but it allowed me to figure something out. I had made a mistake. I thought you actually were pulling the strings, but that little incident proved you were nothing more than a lackey and in fact, you were Bennett’s personal bitch.

Moose: I’m no one’s…

Alexander holds the button in front of Moose’s face and he begrudgingly stops speaking.

Alexander: Good. So then we both moved on into different paths, but you were always there like a little gnat warning me about impending payback or worse, trying to turn my only true ally at the time against me. What you and your friends have done to Firewoman is a fucking disgrace Moose and when she emphatically said no time and again, you decided it was time to teach her a lesson. But yet, you still tried to cast doubt in her mind as to whether people would have her back here. I don’t know about the rest of the locker room, but if you EVER, and I fucking mean EVER question my loyalty again, this will seem like a fucking picnic.

Alexander suddenly takes the branding iron against Moose’s shoulder and he starts screaming in pain. He’s trying to writhe out of the way but Alexander is holding the brand strong against the shoulder until he thinks that’s enough. Alexander tosses the brand to the side and steps back to take a look at it and we can see it’s a picture of a flame.

Alexander: It could have been better if you would have held still, but it’s good work if I do say so myself.

Moose: What the fuck did you just brand me with? I can’t wait to get my hands on you. And maybe when I’m done with you, I’ll head back to the states to find that whore…

A right hand rocks Moose.

Alexander: You don’t ever fucking learn, do ya? This, right here, is between you and me. You keep threatening my sister and I won’t waste time with the games. You’ll never be heard from again. Ask your partner this week if I’ll have any issue finishing the job.

Alexander walks back to his table of toys and gives it a look before he smiles and picks up a whip, who the fuck does he think he is, Indiana Jones? He walks over to Moose and leans down to the floor and unlocks the cuffs. Moose tries to kick out at Darling, but he’s too weak and Darling catches the leg and drops an elbow right on top the knee. Moose yells in pain once again. Alexander just shakes his head before roughly pulling the chair away from Moose and it leaves him standing in a completely vulnerable position.

Alexander: Moose, did you know what my favorite movie was when I was a kid.

Moose: …

Alexander: I’m giving you permission to talk. So go head…

Moose: …

Alexander: Well, you’re no fucking fun Moose. It was Indiana Jones.

SNAP…The whip flies and cracks Moose across the lower back.
SNAP….SNAP…SNAP

RING….RING…
Alexander looks around and walks over to the table and grabs his cell phone. He looks at the number.

I told you not to call me. I’d be busy….Whoa whoa whoa, calm down…what happened.

They did what?

Who?

Unfuckingbelievable.

I’m loading it up now.

Alexander has turned on a laptop that was sitting on the table and he logs into the OOWF website and his look changes from one of cold, dead eyes to one of impassioned rage.

Yea, I see.

No…I’ll fucking deal with it.

Have I ever failed her?

I’ll talk to you later.

Alexander slams the laptop closes and starts collecting his weapons and placing them back into his large backpack. Moose looks over and tries to see what is going on, but it’s just out of his vision. Once all the weapons are packed up, Alexander starts dragging the table towards Moose and he places it right in front of him. He pushes the chair back under Moose who collapses back into the chair even while dripping blood down his back. Alexander walks back around the table to the opposite side of Moose…

Alexander: Look at me boy. I want you to listen to me closely. This here, was to prove the point that I can get you anytime, anywhere. I know you’re going to come after me, and I fucking welcome it. But just remember, if you cross me and continue to make it more than what it needs to be; I can do anything I want to you. Consequences be damned.

Moose: That’s it? You’re done…I knew you were a pussy.

Alexander just shakes his head.

Alexander: That’s right Moose. I’m a pussy. Keep running that same tired game and maybe one day you’ll get someone to buy into it. Until that day comes, I’m not going to run and hide from you. You know where to meet me. It’ll be in the center of the ring. And maybe one day, you’ll do it on your own.

Oh, just so you know I’m serious.

Alexander takes out his cell phone and dials a number.

Bennett…it’s Darling.

Shut the fuck up.

I’m not one of your little bitches.

Look, if you still want this piece of shit in front of me send someone to Warehouse G down by the docks.

Fuck you.

If you’re lucky, he’ll still be breathing.

Alexander hangs up the phone and heads over to pick up his bag, but he stops for a second and looks at the button that’s next to the bag. He hits it and holds it to send a few more shocks through Moose and then he hits it a second time and a clasp releases the ropes holding Moose’s arms sending Moose crashing to the floor. Alexander quickly walks over to him and scoops him up on his shoulders.

CUTTHROAT DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE.

Oh, and I’ll be coming for my belt too. BOOYAH, BITCH!

Alexander heads over and picks up his bag and with one last glimpse at the unconscious Moose, he slowly walks out of the building.

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

<Hours pass and Moose is in the training room getting his numerous wounds stitched, taped, stapled, bandaged and cauterized. Moose looks at the camera, rage fills his eyes>

Darling, you should have finished the job while you had the chance.

[mooseheadjack]

At a hotel over looking a Carribean beach, Firewoman and Lucky are watching DVR of OOWF television.

FW: Wow...Alexander kidnapped Moose.

L: Yeah...

FW: And Tytan kidnapped DH....

L: Yeah...your title vacation appears to have sparked a whole lot of stuff.

FW: Eh, just the latest in a long line. And then a whole bunch of Team Rick got him back, but no one came to rescue Moose. I guess he had us backwards when he said no one would have my back.

L: Guess so...

FW: Let's check the score of the Indians game...

L: They're killing Tampa. Wait...what's that?

Before they can turn the channel, Firewoman sees the footage of Alexis, and her eyes get cold

L: Sooo.... we going to Boston.

FW: ....

.....

....

I have former business associates in Boston. I could just call them.

L: But she's been found and freed and stuff....

FW: Doesn't mean that those men in the hoods shouldn't pay. I recognize the tattoo on the left hand of the one. I'll call my...

L: 'Business associates'

FW: Right. Them. They'll handle it. If they don't...I'll handle it.

L: Chris won't--

FW: Chris knows to stay out of it. What little he knows of it, and he doesnt' ask questions.

L: I'll make the call.

[mooseheadjack]

SFJ #3 catches Poe and Selena walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters.

SFJ: Excuse me, Poe?

Selena smiles and stands next to SFJ and is nearly rubbing against her.

Poe: Yes my dear…Alisha is it?

SFJ: Stank said I should come interview you about Alexander Darling’s actions towards your tag team partner for this week’s Midweek Mayhem, Moosehead Jack.

Selena grabs the mic.

SG: *sings* They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies.

Poe looks at Selena curiously as she smiles innocently at him. SFJ takes the mic back and continues.

SFJ: Yes, he said I should come interview you because you were in part responsible for Darling’s actions.

Poe’s mood seems to change.

Poe: And you do everything your told like a good little slut don’t you?

Selena grabs the mic again and pushes SFJ out of the camera shot.

SG: He also called you a freak. I saw it.

Poe glares into the camera, as does Selena.

Poe: Stank…strike one; you associated yourself with the Boy. Strike two; you spoke of me and things you have no knowledge of with bass in your voice. You do not want a strike three. As for you, Boy, you made two critical mistakes with your actions this week. The first was leaving evidence. You tortured Moosehead Jack on OOWF fucking TV. What you have done is a crime. India is not a country you want to commit a crime in.

Selena pulls the mic back.

SG: Do you know what they do in prisons in India? Horrible horrible things with soap…

Poe: Selena, my goddess, JBL is not here.

SG: It’s like an episode of OZ meets a Sally Struthers commercial.

Poe grins at Selena, taking her arm with the mic and placing it back in front of him.

Poe: Secondly, when you finally decide to stop being the petulant spoiled rich kid and actually use some of the skills I have taught you, you do it in a week where it affects me?? Why Boy? Your friend Davin Moreland had kept me distracted. Now, you’re back in my sights again. I personally do not care about your jihad against Moosehead Jack. It is not my issue. In fact, I respect it, seeing as he went after my Isis…and I know how close you two are. However, Moosehead Jack is perhaps the closest thing I have to an ally in this company. We have common enemies and similar outlooks on this business. So, at least for this week, your actions affect me. Now, I will be forced to get involved, and you will pay the price for stepping before me once again. So enjoy your reunion with your dear sister. It may be short lived. I vowed to destroy you Boy, and it starts this week. Bring your friend Davin Moreland. I will admit I now respect the man inside the ring. However, I will not mind beating him once again. Until Wednesday, Boy…Namesdeh.

Selena takes the mic back.

SG: *singing* Nevermorrrrrrre….

Selena smiles as she places the mic back in SFJ’s hand, slaps it to her chest and blows a kiss at her.

[mooseheadjack]

<Moose is still sitting in the training room when LD Williams walks in>

LDW: You look like shit

MHJ: Good to see you too

LDW: <looks around> nothing broken?

MHJ: Just me

LDW: You are awful calm about this, I expected more ranting from you, some death threats, something more than this, you are a little TOO calm

<The nurse finally finishes and Moose gingerly gets off the table>

MHJ: I am going to say this once. What Darling did took balls. But he didn't finish the job. He can threaten me all he wants about doing it again. We are past the point of threats, so I am not going to waste my time.

LDW: So, what are you going to do?

MHJ: I am going to hurt Darling in ways he never thought possible.

LDW: He is a tough little prick

MHJ: <looking at Williams> I am not just talking about in the ring either. Darling fucked with the wrong person. He wanted a war, that's what he will get.

[mooseheadjack]

Poe slowly opens the training room door and sees Moosehead Jack and LD Williams talking. Both stop and stare at Poe.

MHJ: Give us a minute. *to LD*

LD Williams leaves, as he and Poe exchange looks. Selena skips into the room and hops onto the table, sitting next to Moosehead Jack.

SG: Hey Moose.

Moosehead Jack offers up a weak smile. Selena grabs a wet towel and gently dabs Moosehead Jack’s back.

Poe: Are you going to be ready for Wednesday?

MHJ: Am I breathing?

Poe: That you are.

Poe sits on a stool in front of Moosehead Jack and Selena gently strokes Moosehead Jack’s hair to comfort him.

Poe: I think she likes you.

MHJ: I can’t complain about that.

Both are silent for a few moments.

MHJ: I’m gonna kill him…you know that right?

Poe: They key to victory, as with any good revenge, is intelligence. Not rage. We need to be smart. The Boy IS dangerous. Davin Moreland is more than capable of being a problem as well, especially considering he’s not our focus.

MHJ: Be smart huh? I think I’d rather be violent. Very violent.

Poe: There’s another saying you know.

MHJ: What’s that?

SG: Oh! I know! *raises hand*

Poe: Yes, my goddess?

SG: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?

Poe grins.

Poe: I was thinking “what doesn’t kill me pisses me off.”

Moosehead Jack grunts in agreement.

[mooseheadjack]

<We see Stank RUNNING~! down a hall. We see him go in through a side door and shut it behind him. The camera lingers on the outside of the door for a bit, before we see ULTIMO INC. security running past followed by a battered, bandaged, and bruised TYTAN! The Ultimo INC. super soldier is LIVID as he checks the door and sees that it's locked. He continues down the hall cursing and screaming for D&D's blood.

The camera cuts to inside the room where Stank stands, both hands propped against the door, breathing heavily from his run earlier. He listens to Tytan's tirade as he continues past the room following Ultimo Inc security. As the sounds of vengeance fade, Stank hears from behind him...>

*Ahem*

<Stank turns around and sitting on a table is a bandaged, bruised, and battered MOOSEHEAD JACK! Sitting next to him is Selena and standing in front of Jack is the tall, intimidating presence of the Egyptian known as POE! Selena flashes a toothy smile and waves.>

Stank - Oh. Moose. You're alive.

MHJ - Seems so.

Stank - And Alex? Is he still among the living?

MHJ - For the time being.

Stank - You know it wasn't my idea for him to go after you like that.

MHJ - But you knew about it.

Stank - Actually. No. I didn't. Kid's got balls.

MHJ - Yeah and I'm going to cut them off and shove em down his throat.

Stank - Yeah... I suppose you'll try.

<Jack flashes a nasty grin.>

MHJ - You seem to be having troubles of your own.

<Stank glances over at Poe, who seems content on just observing for the time being.>

Stank - Yeah uh... me and the boys seem to have riled up Ultimo Inc. on account of us beating the shit out of Tytan and that fuckhead from South Africa.

MHJ - I don't care about DeBeers... but Tytan is an associate.

Stank - Hey. He attacked ME and Outback first. They took a bat to me and choked out Outback with barbed wire. Then their fucking security took Mags into a van and lord knows what they did to him. You know me... No fucking way D&D and I were going to just sit by and take that.

MHJ - What did you do?

Stank - Remember what Lock and I did to you and LD... you know, with the chains?

<Moosehead Jacks look turns sour.>

MHJ - The Barry Bonds jersey. Yes... you know I still have it.

Stank - You kept the jersey?

MHJ - Yeah I use pieces of it to wipe up blood, blow my nose, the occasional event we're out of toilet paper...

Stank - That's because, you KNOW... what Lock and I did... that... that was JOKE! You know?

<Moose glares at Stank.>

Stank - You know at LEAST you had a sense of HUMOR about it.

<Moose continues glaring.>

Stank - Some people can't take a joke.

MHJ - So you strung Tytan and DeBeers up.

Stank - Yes... and we weren't joking. Didn't bother dressing them up in anything other than red, black, and blue. We did a number on their security as well with help from Gaelic Storm... and a bunch of whacked out patrons at our bar itchin for a fight.

MHJ - Well... don't let us stop you from running scared.

Stank - I'm not running scared.

MHJ - Says the man standing in here alone with the enemy, while the guys he's pissed off are outside this room looking for him.

Stank - Ain't no reason Jack you and I got to be enemies... tell me you aren't tired of this war. I mean LOOK at you.

MHJ - What of it?

Stank - Shit is escalating Jack. Escalating beyond what even you thought it might. If things continue down this course there won't BE an OOWF left to fight over. I know you like bloodshed and revel in chaos... but it was a controlled chaos we used to live in. This is getting bigger than the OOWF. Hell it already is. Is unseating Rick from power REALLY worth all of THIS?

MHJ - I don't know. Is getting rid of Bennett worth any of this?

<Stank and MHJ look at each other, both knowing the answer to each others question.>

Stank - *sigh* Well... I guess I'll be leaving.

<Moose nods in agreement. Stank peeks out the door and looks up and down the hallway. Seeing no one he turns back into the room.>

Stank - Oh and Poe... strike three...? Please... Your plate is full enough as it is. You don't want none of this.

<Stank exits the room. He creeps down the hall, turns a corner and sees... no one.>

Stank - *whew!*

<Stank starts to stroll down the hall when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and standing behind him is CHRIS COLE!>

Stank - Oh fuck me... WHAT?

CC - Do you accept my challange?

Stank - GOT DAMN IT CHRIS! I ALREADY SAID I ACCEPT, FUCK! WHAT else do you WANT from ME?

CC - Oh nothing. I was only distracting you long enough for them to get to you.

Stank - Fuck.

<Stank rolls his eyes and starts to turn around.>

Stank - Listen Tytan. You got what was coming to you alrig- HUH?

<Stank turns around and standing in front of him is LJ BENNETT with ERIC O'MAC and TYSON KINCAID!>

Stank - Ok... what do YOU guys want?

LJB - Come with us Lucas.

Stank - And if I refuse?

LJB - I think we've seen enough violence for the time being. The rest of your companions from D&D are in my office waiting. So you can either walk with us or we can force you.

<Stank looks at the four men surrounding him.>

Stank - Let's go.

<camera fades>

[mooseheadjack]

<Back from commercial and the camera is focused on the spot where Stank and the others were before the break. The AMNESIAC wanders into frame and looks around at the empty space.>

Amn - Damn it we were supposed to meet here. WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP FORGETTING about ME!?!?

[mooseheadjack]

**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams, who holds up a hand before she speaks.**

LD: This will be easier for both of us if you just hold the mic.”

**SFJ#47 nods.**

LD: “Concrete, you do me a disservice. Do you really think I need Jack’s or anyone else’s help to beat you? We’ve wrestled before, and as I recall, you tapped.

The truth is, Concrete, you’re already beaten. We both know this isn’t about the title for you, it’s not about becoming champion. You’re so wrapped up in trying to be a hero and lead Rick’s forces that the title has become nothing but a talisman for you, a rallying point in the war. You’ve put so much pressure on yourself that it's going to crush you You don’t stand a chance.

Me? I don’t give a damn about the war. My only goal is staying champion. For me. Not for some cause.

But, speaking of causes…Alex, I’ve defended you since the day you got here. When I worked for you, I travelled in style and the check was always signed. In my book, that made you an alright guy. Because of that, I’ve stayed out of your problems with Jack. But now you’re coming close to the line. Everybody is going to tell you that letting Jack live was a mistake. It wasn’t. If you’d finished the job, you’d be dealing with me, and you don’t want that."

SFJ#47: “But, what about what Bennett had done to Alexis?”

LD: “I asked you not to talk. Bennett went too far too. This whole stupid war is going too far…”

**Williams turns and walks away, leaving SFJ#47 staring after him.**

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin is in his suite, getting treatment on his ankle when he sees LD Williams on OOWF-TV*

DM: Yo, treatment person. Make yourself useful and be a plot device, would ya?

TP(PD): Davin, do you have any reaction to LD Williams' comments "moments ago"?

DM: Moments ago. Nice.

TP(PD): I thought so.

DM: Williams, you and I are in tough positions. We're actually kindred spirits in this one respect regarding the war. Unlike you however, I've taken a much more active role in this war out of necessity. You haven't; you've just been a fighting champion. I respect that. But make no mistake - I'm still here, and I am STILL the number one contender to that belt. Hopefully, I can get past this mess with Poe and this stuff my partner has gotten me into soon, and we can focus on that.

DM: Rest assured Williams, we know that I'm going in a million different directions right now, and you may be thinking I won't be 100% focused on the task at hand when I finally face you. That would be a fatal mistake on your part, Williams. Winning the World Title has always been a dream of mine since I was a kid. The obstacles I've overcome are well documented, and right now, none of them mean a goddamned thing. I know that I'm going to have to bring my very best to beat you; but Williams, know this...

DM: You're going to have to bring your best too; because 80% is going to get your ass kicked. So just be advised - I'm watching and I'm biding my time. Don't get caught in the trap of complacency. Cause Davin Moreland WILL kick your ass if given the opportunity. I'm watching Williams. And I'm waiting. And before you know it, you WILL have to deal with me, and Bennett can't make you duck me anymore. I know if it were up to you, we'd be doing this already; but the fact is, Bennett's forcing you to duck me. Why is that? Is he afraid? Afraid I might actually win? Bennett can't take that chance, but Bennett DOESN'T know that I'm gonna have a little somethin somethin for him real soon that's gonna force his hand.

DM: Get Ready Williams. I'm coming. Sooner, rather than later. Lace 'em up.

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

(SFJ #52 finds CTG meditating at a Buddhist temple)

SFJ#52: (seats herself next to CTG) Concrete, are you aware of all the chaos that is going on?

CTG: ......

SFJ #52: (looks quizzically at the cameraman, then back to CTG) Concrete....?

CTG: (eyes slowly open)

SFJ #52: Concrete, are you aware-

CTG: I am, and that's why I'm trying to stay away from it all.

SFJ#52: Are you afraid of what's going on with this "war"?

CTG: Not at all. (Stands) but from here I can see how things have spun wildly out of control. It's too the point that even the hardest fighters in our company are becoming weary of this struggle. Unfortunately, the lines are drawn very thick and very dark. There is no compromise, and sadly, no negotiations.

SFJ#52: There was a thought that you might be the one leading the charge for Team Rick.

CTG: Those who defend Rick would not listen to the orders I would give. Judging from what I've heard so far, would I have told Alexander Darling to poison foes? Would I have told Stank to gather a dozen of his favorite drunks to attack Ultimo Inc? Would I have told ANYONE to kidnap Moosehead Jack for the sake of kicking his ass and humiliating him for the sake of doing so?

The ONLY place that this war should be fought is in the confines of the ring. Bennett wants to fight in a courtroom, many on both sides would rather it be in an empty warehouse full of weapons. If The Rick had hair it would be ghost white from the stresses of this conflict, one that must find resolution before a life is taken.

I refuse to condone much of what my team is doing, but when Team Bennett lines up on one dark side of the line drawn, we had all better line up in front of them. All of our abilities must come to bear for the sake and survival of the OOWF.

SFJ #52: What of our referee corps?

CTG: Sterling Glaw has kept to himself, though this war is breaking his heart. Barros and Hale would discard their wrestling shirts to fight by our side. Mel Creech has no soul to sell and he drags Hightower with him to Bennett's office like a teddy bear. Those men, while they are forced to remain impartial in the ring, wish they too could bring this conflict to a swift end.

SFJ#52: And you? What will you do?

CTG: I will start by taking the OOWF title from LD Williams. And when I do that, maybe THEN some order can be restored.

[mooseheadjack]

<Alexis Darling sits across from a man we don't recognize. She refers to him as Mr. Kieth as he hands a document to her.>

MK - Yep there's no doubt. The signature is a forgery.

Alexis - Are you sure?

MK - Yes. There is no doubt. You notice that little hitch in the B on yours and your brother's pay stubs and the the lack of one on that document?

<Alexis looks over the stub and the document.>

Alexis - This document is not the original. Is it possible the way it's written could've been altered in the copying process?

MK - No. Not in the way you suggest. I'm very good at what I do.

Alexis - You better be for the amount I'm paying you.

MK - You haven't finished paying me.

<Alexis pulls out a briefcase and sets it on Mr. Keith's desk. She turns and opens it. The contents are out of view of the camera, but a gold and blue, shimmer emanates from the opened end reflecting off of Mr. Keith's smiling face.>

MK - Oh it's beautiful.

Alexis - I trust it meets your satisfaction.

MK - I don't know how you got your hands on it... but to answer your question. Yes... it actually exceeds my expectation.

Alexis - Take care not to get it wet.

MK - I know how to take care of it. Tell your brother I said hi.

<Their business concluded, Mr. Keith shakes Alexis hand as she stands and walks out the room. Blackdragon is standing outside.>

BD - Find out what you wanted?

Alexis - There's a lot more going on here than even Rick and Nate suspect.

BD - Where we going now?

Alexis - I don't know. I need to make some calls. I guess we need to stop out by Dorchester Bay, then up to Harvard University.

BD - Why? What's up there?

Alexis - Some answers hopefully.

<Blackdragon pulls out his Nextel and presses talk.>

BD - Ax bring the car around. We're leaving.

<Camera fades.>

[mooseheadjack]

**OOWF Arena*

The chaos of the last few days has died down somewhat, but it seems like it’s all still on the brink of another explosion. And that explosion may be moments away as we’ve just received word that someone has just arrived to the building. A 2009 Pontiac Solstice Convertible skids into a parking space and out of the driver’s side steps out Alexander Darling and he does not look like a happy camper. He reaches in and pulls out his wrestling gear and starts heading into the building when Justin Sane and LonelyGirl15 meet him at the door.

LG15: Not that I’m not happy to see you, but are you sure it’s a good idea for you to show up…I mean with everything.

Alexander: I’m not going to run and hide, sweetie. Everyone still thinks I’m just a pretty little rich boy, maybe it’s time everyone stops judging me on my name and starts realizing I ain’t someone to fuck with. And I will not back down.

Justin: Boss, no one thinks that. But even I’m not crazy enough to do what you did.

Alexander: Justin, it wasn’t crazy at all. It was a well-timed, well-planned strike and it should have made them truly consider exactly what I am capable of, but I’ve seen their responses and it seems like nothing has changed.

LG15: What are you talking about Alex? Everyone thinks you’re insane. What do you mean nothing has changed?

Alexander: Don’t worry about it. The only person who needs to worry right now is Bennett. Justin, take my bags please. I’ll see you two in the suites. I’ve got to take care of this.

LG15: That’s really a bad idea Alex. Seriously, you do not need to go see Bennett.

Justin: She’s right boss. Let things cool down.

Alexander: Things aren’t going to cool down until one side waves the white flag. And I need to make clear what are acceptable losses. Don’t worry about me guys. I’ll be there soon.

Alexander walks off before they can try to convince him otherwise any longer. LG15 and Justin share a look before rushing off to the locker room and hopefully finding someone who can stop Alex from whatever he’s planning on. Alexander makes his way through all of the hallways of random encounters and in a great bit of luck, he doesn’t randomly encounter anyone at all. He finally arrives at Bennett’s door and doesn’t even bother knocking or turning the knob, he just kicks in the door.

LJ Bennett: Who in the bloody fuck?

LJ notices who it is and the look of rage in Alex’s eyes.

You know you can’t touch me. It’s your job if you do.

Alexander: YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. How dare you fucking go after my sister?

LJB: I have no idea…

Alexander: DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING LIE TO ME. I know you were behind it.

Suddenly a hand appears on Alexander’s shoulder and quicker than a flash, Alex takes the hand and twists it as he spins around and he sees Stank grimacing in some pain. Alex then finally looks around the room and notices that Drink & Destroy along with Revolution XXX, including The Amnesiac, are in the room. Alexander finally lets go of Stank’s hand and pushes him away.

Stank: Whoa there Alex…let’s bring it down a level.

Alexander: Don’t you fucking start either. You told me she’d be safe. You told me nothing would happen to her.

Stank: I didn’t fucking expect you to go off and kidnap Moose, either. When you change the rules, the players could change…you know that.

Alexander: That’s not the point Stank and you know it. I agreed with this fishing expedition because I was hoping it would keep her out of the line of fire. And yet, there she is being attacked by Niles and Viper.

Stank: You think I wanted that Alex? But don’t blame this on me. You’re the one…

Alexander: I did what I had to do…

Stank: You really think you needed to kidnap Moose. To torture him. You do realize what’s going to happen, right?

Alexander: What? He’s going to talk about hurting me, he’s going to threaten violence…I’ve heard it all before. Moose doesn’t fucking scare…what is so hard for you people to understand about that.

Stank: No one thinks…

Alexander: Everyone thinks it Stank. No one here fully grasps it. Could Moose attack me and hurt? Sure, I guess…even if I still have no proof that he’s any more than talk. That’s not the point though…If Moose kicks my ass, so be it. I refuse to back down. I refuse to be put down. And I sure as fuck refuse to continue to be overlooked.

Stank: No one is overlooking you Alex. You know that.

Alexander: That’s one opinion. But it’s also not the reason I’m here…I’m here to KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

Stank: I can’t let you do that.

Alexander: And why is that?

Stank: Because first of all, if anyone in this room is going to kill him it will be me. And secondly, we can’t afford to lose you.

Alexander: I don’t fucking care Stank. I don’t give two flying shits what you can afford. He dared go after my sister…

All of a sudden there is a loud commotion from outside the office and through the door comes Phantos, Lucios, and Samantha Darling with Justin and LG15 behind them.

Stank: It’s not worth it Alex…believe me. This is exactly what they wanted.

Alexander: I DON’T CARE.

LJ Bennett slowly walks out from behind the desk and he holds up his hand to keep Revolution XXX back.

LJB: You really want to hit me. I’m standing right here. One shot. Go head…I dare you Alex. Or do you want to continue to just talk and talk and talk.

Alexander is seething and we see his hands clench and unclench. He looks like he’s about to strike when Samantha steps in front of her brother. She leans up and whispers something to her brother and it seems to calm him down a tad. He continues to stare LJ down for a moment before shaking his head.

Alexander: You really aren’t fucking worth it. Tell your bitch Moose, anytime…anywhere. I will be coming for my belt back. Eric, good to see you…how’s your back…must be tough carrying all the dead weight. Stank, I’ll come by later…we should talk about things.

Stank nods and Alexander slowly walks out of the room and he grabs LG15 around the waist as the rest of Run DEA head back to the suites. Samantha stays back for a moment and she slowly turns to face LJ Bennett.

Samantha: I know my brother can’t touch you, but I can.

Samantha’s right hand pops LJ Bennett right in the face.

God damn, that fucking hurts.

LJB: That’s it…you’re out of here. No one can touch me. That goes for family as well. You’re out of here.

Samantha: You can try to have your security escort me out or I can say the name Roberts and we can just move on.

LJ Bennett pales for a brief moment even if it is quite noticeable with the small amount of blood sliding down his face. He sighs,

LJB: Just get out of my sight.

Samantha: Thought so.

Samantha starts to leave with a nod to Drink & Destroy before turning to look at the members of Revolution XXX.

So, you’re Eric?

Eric just looks at Samantha and nods.

Not bad. Could do worse.

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*It's a few minutes later and the room has cleared out. Only LJ Bennett and Eric O'Mac remain in the central office, with LJ Bennett holding ice to his jaw. Eric is sitting behind the round table, and he starts to chuckle.*

Eric: Heh.

LJB: What the hell are you laughing at?

*Eric doesn't answer. He just laughs a little more.*

Eric: Hahahahahahaha.

LJB: Alright, cut it out.

*Eric's laughter gets louder.*

Eric: AHAHAHAHAHA! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

LJB: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

*Eric stops and gets a glazed look in his eyes. He turns around to face Bennett with fire in his eyes.*

Eric: Don't you see, Bennett! We've won.

LJB: I fail to see how we've won.

Eric: Because everyone is pussing out. We made some one snap, and everyone thinks things went WAY too far. Even you.

LJB: I think its possible that...

Eric: Stop right there. Things haven't gone far enough.

LJB: We're risking losing valuable...

Eric: Ask me if I give a shit. This is a war, and there is going to be casualties. On both sides. We ain't stopping now. If anything, there should be more. More blood. More threats. More hell. Until we get to what we wanted in the first place. And I'm gonna start with Spin Hanson. He thought attacking me would affect me? No, it just pleased me. It pleased me to know that Hanson took the bait. He's biting down hard, and I'm about to jerk him out of the water and clean his cuts and eat him for breakfast. He'll be the first casualty in a war that, as far as I'm concerned, as no business ending anytime soon.

LJB: You're insane.

Eric: Am I Bennett? Which reminds me...

*Eric grabs a stapler and STAPLES Bennett's tie to his desk! Bennett yelps and tries to dodge to no avail.*

LJB: The HELL is wrong with you?

Eric: I'm ok with fucking with the roster, kicking the shit out of them, drugging them, tortuing them. But I'm letting you know now that if you know what's good for you, you won't mess with Alexis Darling again.

LJB: If you touch me, you'll be gone.

Eric: Not if my Dad has anything to say about it.

LJB: Christ, Eric. I thought this is what you wanted. Anarchy, chaos, threats, blood. We just did what we had to do to get Moose back.

Eric: Moose was a big boy. He could have handled it.

LJB: What the fuck is your problem tonight? You're taking the side of the Darlings over Moose?

Eric: I'm not taking sides, Bennett, because I've already chosen a side, and that's MY side. You on that side or not? Because if you are, then stop with the interrogation, and if you aren't, then hit the bricks, junior. I'll finish the job you are too scared to finish. Now fucking think about that and go buy yourself a new tie. I've got a match to get ready for.

*Eric leaves and we fade to black.*

[mooseheadjack]

The World's Greatest Fag Team come running into the Team Aquafina lockerroom. They spit Dasani water into Phantos and Lucios' faces and run off out into the parking lot. Phantos and Lucios come out to the parking lot and look around for Hardcore and MacCappington. Conveniently placed cameras film them looking around in several different angles. Then they are ambushed and beaten up and whatnot! They lean their heads against a car, run over to the other side of the parking lot, and drive a car into the side of the other car smashing Phantos and Lucios' heads in between the side of the car and the bumper!

RH- Well...that oughta take care of that.

FFM- I'm sick of jobbing to these guys. Now all we gotta do is cover the dead bodies on Wednesday and we win.

RH- Sweet! This is a great idea. Where'd you come up with this?

FFM- Came to me in a dream.

RH- Aren't we murderers now though?

FFM- Nah. Its wrestling!

[mooseheadjack]

The Knife is in his locker room preparing for his rematch with Chris Cole at Mayhem. There is a knock on his door and Harper Camby enters.

Knife: What do you want?

HC: I heard today is your birthday.

Knife: It is.

HC: Chris Cole wanted me to deliver your present.

Knife: I'm not sure I want it.

HC: Yes you do. Camby clears his throat and begins to sing. His voice is surprising good.

Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday tooooo You
Happy Birthday Dear Kniiiiiiiiiiiiiife
Happy Birthdaaaaaayy tooooooo Yoooooooooooou!

Hope you enjoy tonight because tomorrow your in for more pain.

Knife: Whatever. Tell Cole he better be ready.

Camby turns to leave. Knife turns back around and goes about his business. But Camby runs back on screen and slams Knife's head into the locker. It leaves a huge dent. Camby lifts Knife up and hits The Dominator through the bench. Knife isn't moving.

HC: Happy Birthday.