MidWeek Mayhem (10/21) Live! From Dublin, NH

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals
Live! From Dublin, New Hampshire

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Three-Way Dance[/u]
Poe vs. Alexander Darling vs. Outback Jack

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Stank vs. Davin Moreland

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Firewoman

OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals[/u]
kz vs. Team TeAM
Team Fuel vs. The Midnight Sons

IHOP vs. The Heroes Guild & Ravenna Blue

card subject to early frost

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Bryce Larson is seen in the Team Fuel locker room. He’s talking to who appears to be Chris Evans, except…

Bryce: Alright, we won!

Evans: …

B: Come on man, we just beat two of the Five. We gotta celebrate this!

E: …

B: Well, come on man, say something. Or...do something.

E: …

B: Oh, I get it. You’re still in shock because you pinned your mentor. Come on man, she respects you.

E: …

Familiar Voice: Um, Bryce. What are you doing?

B: Huh? Oh hey Chris. Why did you never tell me you had a twin? He’s kinda quiet.

Evans: Um Bryce…that’s not a twin. That’s *sigh* that’s a poster of me on the wall.

B: Ah, well that would explain the silence and the posing.

E: *sighs, facepalms and shakes head in disbelief*

*fade to black*

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*Scheme Gene catches up to Outback Jack*

SG: Outback Jack, your thoughts about tonight's match?

OBJ: Poe won, fair and square, so give the bastard his due. I do have to thank Fukuda for tipping me off to one of his tells, but I didn't take full advantage, so that's on me. I hope to do better next time.

SG: Who's Fukuda? The fans want to know, and will pay to call my hotline to learn about it!

OBJ: Fukuda is a classy sheila, and none of your business, Gene.

SG: I bet General Manager Lucky would like to know.

OBJ: I'm sure Mr. Takahashi would disagree.

SG: OK, Kids, call the hotline to hear about Jeff Hardy or something!

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Firewoman is carrying her own bag, since Lucky is busy doing GM stuff

C"L"E: So....uh........we good?

Firewoman stops, turns, and glares at Evans for a bit.

FW: Yeah. We're good.

She turns back around to head for the loading dock where her motorcycle is.

C"L"E: Good, cos, I mean...I know it's a tournament, and now you're out, but that it means a lot to you to win, but --

Fire turns back around

FW: Cubbie....shut up. You won. Now it's up to you to roll over Midnight Sons. Which you will do. So...see you in NH.

C"L"E: So...you're okay with--

FW: Look..(Firewoman walks up close to him, appearing to be on the verge of losing it)...I am never....ever... okay with losing. I am never....ever.... okay with losing to a pussy move like a roll up.

Firewoman takes a breath, grabs her Zippo lighter and pack of cigarettes, lighting one with reckless disregard for whatever indoor smoking bans might be in place

FW: But we're the same Team. And this frees me up to beat the shit out of What's-His-Name and hang him by the Onslaught Championship Belt.

C"L"E: Right....so....you're not taking the jet?

FW: Nope. Need the road, and I have a stop to make on the way to New Hampshire.

Firewoman turns and heads out, while Evans goes to join the rest of the Five (plus Two).

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*Fade in* to GM The Lucky's office. He's busy pushing paper and barely notices "Bulletproof" Bryce Larson walking in.

GMtL: Bryce...what can I do for you.

"B"BL: [FUELed by intensity...] I-WANT-A-MATCH-AGAINST-HIM!

GMtL: Him? Who? What, you want a title shot? Sure, uh..I'll put in a plan to get you a title shot on a future Mayhem.

"B"BL: No! Not title shot. I want HIM!

GMtL: Okay, you're speaking in capitals now. You mean "Him." Like God? Because that's an element of sports entertainment that I don't think we need to see again.

"B"BL: No Lucky, not "Him" ... HIM!

Bryce holds up a mirror to Lucky's face, and Lucky is immediately flushed.

GMtL: Ummm...I'm not an active competitor. You can't face me. Is there something wrong? I'm sure we can settle it amicably.

"B"BL: He wasn't there, damn coward!

Bryce turns the mirror around and sees his own reflection, then yells at Lucky.

"B"BL: He is there! Damn it, stop fucking with me!

Bryce turns the mirror back to Lucky to show him that Bryce's arch nemesis is indeed there.

GMtL: Bryce, it's a mirror. You only see "him" when YOU are looking in the mirror. I can't book you against your reflection.

"B"BL: Damn it Lucky!

Bryce starts to leave, turning the mirror to himself as he leaves.

"B"BL: [To the mirror.] You bastard! I'm onto your game. One day I'll show everyone just how evil you are!

GMtL: [To himself, picked up by the camera.] That dude needs some help. Maybe I'll call in for a referral.

*Fade out*

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(Eco and Tytan are walking discussing this weeks Mayhem.)

Eco: So it looks like you are going to get your wish. Bullwinkle is going to be in the ring with you.

Tytan: It's about time. I have been calling him out for awhile now.

Eco: I think he has finally noticed.

Tytan: Good, because right now I am feeling better then I ever have been. You and I have been training hard and I have learned some new moves that no one will be expecting.

Eco: You have been picking them up quick.

Tytan: (looking at the camera) You see kz we are going to be ready for you. My partner and I are more focused then ever and we are going to get past you and win the tournament.

Eco: And the titles?

Tytan:First, we beat them at Mayhem. We become number one Contenders and then we go for those titles.

Eco: And what about the claim that Moose is making that (Goes to scary voice.) "There will be blood!"

Tytan: Blah..blah..blah...blah. Bullwinkle has been talking that same game for years. Yes, he can make people bleed. And since you know my history Bullwinkle you know I can bleed. But remember and you can go check the tapes. That Flaming Hell in a Cell match with your sister...it took two people to beat me....remember Tyson. The Black Cat match...it took a chair to my head several times to beat me. Oh and when I lost the IC title. Two people again...your sister interfered with that match also. Bullwinkle remember I may have lost those matches but they had to practically kill me to win. But guess what I am still standing and back for more.

Oh and by the way you may want to put your sister on a shorter leash because there is only one way to stop a rabid dog.

(Matt Folz enters the picture.)

Matt: Put her out of her Misery and shoot her in the head.

Tytan: And he's the man that's going to do it. kz...we are coming for you and it's going to be something you have never seen before.

Eco: The Five....this is only the beginning

(Eco and Tytan shake hands and Matt joins in.)

FADE

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Fade in on Ravenna's serene locker room. She is pulling a long sleeved t-shirt over her tank top and preparing to speak with an impatient SFJ#6.

SFJ#6 leans in to speak, though Ravenna is still looking at the trickling water fountain.

SFJ#6: So Ravenna, how does it feel to lose your first OOWF match?

RB: Honestly, you don't learn anything if you don't lose now and again.

SFJ#6: Well it seems that you are trying to be the "nice guy". How do you think that is effecting your wrestling?

RB: I've always been a fan of good sportsmanship. And it got me this far, so I must be doing something right. Unless there's something else you are vaguely avoiding.

SFJ#6: Um...yeah. So about that injury that's been exploited since you got here. Do you think that you will be able to keep wrestling with a target like that?

Ravenna takes a deep breath, though not surprised by the question.

RB: I will keep wrestling until I can't anymore. Just like any athlete with an injury. But I certainly wish to extend my gratitude to Moosehead Jack, Firewoman and LD for the valuable lessons.

SFJ#6 looks at her confused and she smiles and walks into her private bathroom, closing the door behind her.

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Firewoman is JOGGING~! into the loading dock from having done a quick five miles. She stops, only breathing a little bit heavier than usual, and turns and waits. And waits. And waits.

And waits.

Finally, the camera pans to the open area of the loading dock to see Stank come jogging...well, shuffling.... okay, it's more like a fast walk into view. He looks like he wants to fall over. Finally he comes up to where Firewoman is standing, and is trying not to laugh at him.

Stank: I....didn't.....know......this.......was........what......you......meant.....

FW: What did you think I meant? "Hey Stank, wanna go work out?" What does that mean to you?

Stank: I didn't .... think it meant......trying to kill me.....

FW: Oh, you're fine. C'mon.

Stank: Where are we......going.....

FW: Post workout meal, dude. The second best thing to do after a workout.

Stank: What's the first?

Firewoman doesn't answer and heads towards Ric's Sandwich Shop at a brisk pace. Stank waits a minute, still catching his breath, and follows her.

He makes it to Ric's Sandwich Shop, where Ric already has two of Firewoman's post-workout meal ready and waiting. Firewoman grabs the plates and signals to Stank what looks like milkshakes. He grabs those eagerly.

Stank: Alright...Now we're talking.

Ric: Wooooooooo!

They find a table and sit down. Stank eyes his sandwich suspiciously.

Stank: Uh....what is this.

FW: THAT, my dear Stank is six kinds of awesome. You got avocado, for the good monounsaturated fats, that help with lowered cholestoral. You got hummus....

Stank: Hummus?

FW: Yes, hummus, for easily digestable plant proteins...

Stank: I don't see any thing easily digestable 'bout this...

FW: You got red peppers for the beta carotenes, which are antioxidents to help with free radicals, and sprouts--

Stank: That what this grass is?

FW: Yes,that and the whole grain bread are good for fiber. You know, to--

Stank: I know what fiber is for....Why is there no meat here?

FW: I'm a vegan, Stank, you knew this. I try to keep my food "cruelty free" because I just don't want to contribute to the violence we inflict upon the animals in our world, and then ingest that negativity into my body.....what?

Stank is looking at Firewoman like he doesn't know whether he should laugh or not.

Stank: I can't even begin to explain the various ways in which that statement is hypocritical.

FW: Whatever.

Firewoman bites into her sandwich as if it's the best thing ever.

Stank: I know this was my idea, but damn, woman--

FW: Serves you right. You took away my other form of recreation, so you get what you get--

Stank: I said it was fine.

FW: Well, Greg is still afraid to cross you.

Stank: Maybe he's just not that into you.

FW: Oh he is. I can tell.

Stank: Whatever.

Fire keeps eating. Stank looks at his 'milkshake' and then takes a drink.

Stank: Damn woman! Are you trying to poison me too?

FW: What?

Stank: That tasted like granulated shit.

FW: It’s a protein shake, Stank. Since there’s no meat, I get the extra protein for muscle gain and repair by—

Stank: What’s in it, Fire. Just answer the question.

FW: Fine. It’s got creatine, to prevent muscle fatigue and remove lactic acid. Glutamine, and that helps with muscle recovery and density. And of course soy protein.

Stank: Of course.

FW: Because it’s cruelty free, and because it’s absorbed at a moderate level. Plus they are heart healthy, which can’t hurt ya, big guy.

Stank: Very funny. Cruelty free. They’re pretty mean to those soybeans, you know, what with the threshing and reaping.

Stank looks at it again, suspiciously, and then decides to take another sip. Just as he does…

FW: And it’s all mixed with fortified soy milk which—

At that moment Stank spits the shake out all over the table.

Stank: Fine. I’ll tell the bartender it’s fine by me. Whatever you want. Just stop trying to healthify me.

Stank storms off. Firewoman shrugs and continues eating her sandwich.

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Firewoman coming back from her workout, into her private dressing room, surprised to see a smiling Matt Folz sitting in a chair.

MF: You know, for all of the so called power the Five are supposed to have, your security around here kinda sucks.

FW (Smirks): Couldn't wait til Wednesday to get your ass kicking huh?

MF: No, no, nothing like that Lisa, please, have a seat. (Kicking chair out for her)

FW (Sitting): Don't call me Lisa, like we're some kind of old friends.

MF: Fair enough, we certainly aren't friends. But I'm not here to get violent, just having a nice chat, clearing up a few things.

FW: Such as?

MF: First, want to agree no attacks between now and Wednesday. I don't lay a hand on you, and you and your group don't lay a hand on me, don't want either of us to have a ready made excuse for what happens during our match.

FW (contemplating): Alright, fair enough, what else?

MF: About these stupid stipulations you cam.....

FW: I didn't set the stipulations, our great general manager did. (Smiling)

MF: Please, GM Silent Bob dosen't tie his shoes without asking you for permission. And I'll ask you politely not to interrupt me again. Now, as I was saying, these rediculous stipulations are kind of beneath us as wrestlers aren't they? What's wrong with just a good old fashioned wrestling match?

FW: Like we explained a few weeks ago, straight matches aren't what the public want to see, they're boring, much like yourself.

MF (smiling): Yes, and stacking the deck so a....let me use the clinical term.....Sociopathic BITCH can attempt to steal my title will bring the fans and sponsors a running I"m sure.

FW (Glaring): What did you just call me?

MF: Would you like me to repeat it?

Fire starts moving towards Folz before he holds a hand up.

MF: tsk tsk, Forgot our agreement already? Tell you what, you bring any S&M implements your sick, twisted mind can come up with. Leather straps, handcuffs, floggers...whatever the fuck those are... Bring them all, if you're that insecure that you can't beat me in a straight match. I'm telling you right now I won't use a single one, and I'll just beat you straight by outwrestling you. See you Wednesday dear.

Folz standing, storming out of the room

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*Smash cut* to the other side of the door that Matt Folz opens to leave after his meeting with Firewoman. The side of the door we see...is mirrored.

MF: ...and I'll just beat you straight by outwrestling you. See you Wednesday dear.

Folz opens the door and is met by a SUPERKICK from "Bulletproof" Bryce Larson! Folz hits the wall, where he's met with a second SUPERKICK! Before he can slide down to the floor, Bryce nails a third SUPERKICK to complete SHINOBI'S RAGE!

"B"BL: Fozzie? Shit! You're not my nemesis. [Looks behind the mirrored door.] Fuck, he got away again!

Folz is out cold on the floor.

"B"BL: Poor Fozzie. Oh well, I guess we now know who'd win that fight between Fozzie and.....SU-PER GROVER!

Firewoman walks out of the room, sees Folz on the floor and looks up at Bryce.

FW: Damn it, Bryce! I just agreed that no one from The Five would attack him before our match on Wednesday.

"B"BL: You did? Well...then I guess being a member of Plus Two has its benefits, huh?

FW: Well--yeah...I guess it does. [Smiling.]

Firewoman pats Bryce on the head like a small child, smiles at him and heads off as we *fade out.*

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Firewoman is WALKING~! to the loading dock where her motorcycle is parked. She sees Ecosystem standing there and her already bad mood gets worse.

FW: Step away.

ES: Just admiring the bike.

FW: Yeah, well, you can ask your partner why I'm a little touchy about people getting near it.

ES: Yes, well he's reformed now.

FW: Uh huh..

Firewoman goes about the business of what appears to be getting ready to leave.

ES: It's possible you know. Reforming.

FW: Good to know. I'll file that away in case my give-a-damn is un-busted at some point.

ES: So...you're leaving? Now?

FW: What are you, my father?

ES: No, my house is still not burned to the ground. Just making conversation. Just seems odd with a big championship match coming up that you'd be taking off.

FW: Well, since your partner declared himself off limits to me and everyone in my group, why stick around?

ES: I've studied up on your career you know. You don't really need a gimmick match. You're better than that. Better than all of that.

FW: Have you been hanging around my shrink? I didn't want the S&M match because I can't win with the silly Onslaught rules. I wanted the match because it's FUN, Eco. And if you can't have fun at work, why bother?

ES: If you say so. So...where you going?

FW: If you must know, I'm going to meet Jericho. There's something I need to check out at Cape Cod, and it's only a few hours away, and he's meeting me there.

ES: More fun, eh?

FW: You could call it that. You know what else is fun? Delivering messages.

ES: Huh?

FW: Folz declared himself off limits to me and my brother and allies. But just himself. Otherwise I would have delivered this in person.

Firewoman grabs Eco and DDTs him to the floor.

FW: Tell Folz he broke rule number one. Stay out of my locker room.

Firewoman climbs on her bike and goes screaming into the night.
Lin

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Moosehead Jack is walking to his car, about to leave the arena when he's suddenly knocked down from behind and has his face driven through the drivers side window. The camera cutting to a smiling Matt Folz.

"You know, I really thought your sister would have been above sending messages and attacking my partner, but, actually I'm thrilled that she did. Not because Eco was attacked, he'll get up easily from that, but I've been looking forward to doing this to you for a LOOONG time."

Opening the car door, placing Moose's ankle inside, slamming the car door full force on it repeatedly. Smiling as he walks away, whistling as he hears Moose's screams of pain.

Thinking, then turning back to Moose. "Oh yeah, good luck in your match Wednesday, if you're able to stand by then. And tell your sister I got her message loud and clear"

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(Tytan looks and sees Moose trying to get up on his hurt ankle. Matt has left. Tytan check out the scene and walks up to Moose.)

Tytan: Bullwinkle who did you manage to piss off now?

Moose: That's it get me while I am down.

(He pulls his good leg in getting ready to fend off an attack. Tytan looks at him surprised.)

Tytan: You really haven't been listening to a word I have said? (Tytan offers a hand to help Moose up.) I am not about the random attacks and unnecessary violence anymore.

(Moose looks at his hand and then decides what the hell and grabs Tytan's hand and he pulls him up.)

I am all about saving it for the ring. There is too much violence going on these days.

(He leans Moose on his car. Moose is still trying to figure out what in the hell is going on and remembers he has his bat in the backseat. Tytan then opens the door for Moose and sees the bat in the backseat.)

So, wondering if you will be quick enough to grab that or not and get that shot in before you go.

Moose: Yeah, just wondering if you were still as dumb as you were when you teamed up with Poe. (Moose then spits in Tytan's face.)

(Tytan looks at Moose and begins to get pissed off. He pulls his fist back and then stops. He wipes the spit off of his face and then grabs Moose's shirt pulls him close.)

Tytan: Just remember Bullwinkle when we step in the ring. Then I won't be this nice to you. You and Rocky are going to be in for a fight and I will tell you this. It will be a fight that you aren't quiet ready for. So get out of here and get some ice on that ankle because at Mayhem I will have no problem trying to break it.

(Moose stares down Tytan still holding in the pain of the hurt ankle.)

(Tytan turns and walks away wondering if Moose will attack.)

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(Ravenna Blue is CONTEMPLATING~! the trickling water fountain when there is a knock at the door to her locker room)

RB: ? (stands and approaches the door) I've already been interviewed for Mayhem

??: (heard on the other side of the door) Citizen Blue! Permit me entry, I am but an ally in a war we all fight.

RB: (blinks, then opens the door, to find Gryf standing there in a Marvel Superheroes club shirt and jeans) oh.... I wasn't expecting to see you....

CTG: Out of costume? Dear citizen, I do not conceal my identity to the world.

RB: ..... dressed reasonably fashionable. Please, come in.

CTG: (enters) have I interrupted something, citizen?

RB: oh, not at all - I was hoping to get in some meditation before the match, to relax my mind.

CTG: as you are new to this company, Citizen Blue, I assure you that this is the tamest of interruptions.

RB: Oh, I've heard a lot......

CTG: (clears throat) some, I'm sure, is exaggeration.

RB: Doesn't matter. I agreed to this teaming because you're one of the longest-tenured wrestlers in this company... I don't count three months in WWE as necessary being away.

CTG: you're one of a very few

RB: But you've survived and thrived here, and you're one of the most respected... even if you're a little flaky.

CTG: Flaky? I have the calm resolve that marks many superheroes, and this helps me continue my path of justice within this company. I would hope that your assistance in this cause would be a step forward in establishing yourself within the OOWF. It's difficult here, but never impossible.

RB: Then you understand -

CTG: Your mission, of course. As you are no mere damsel, you are a warrior in your own right - a Xena to my Hercules, a Starfire to my Robin.....

RB: (picks up a notebook, reads something)

CTG: ?

RB: The answer is "Geek".

CTG: Who told you that?

RB: Doesn't matter - just making sure I'm doing this part right as well.

CTG: and you call ME a geek? I don't take notes for my metaphors or my promos.....

RB: Then you're apparently not as prepared, Mister superhero.

CTG: D'oh!

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*Outback Jack and Wally are sitting at the Destroyitarium bar*

WBK: What about Darling?

OBJ: WHat about him?

WBK: What do you think he's going to do in your match?

OBJ: I'm not making any assumptions. He might be out to kill Poe, or he might go back under his master's spell, or maybe he'll go off some other way.

WBK: Right, best not to try to predict what a Darling will do.

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*Matt Folz is walking down the hallway pretty pleased with his actions over the past week. He rounds a corner and comes face to face with Stank.*

Stank - You got balls son. You're the only motherfucker around here to stand up to us head on. You casually stroll into Chamber V and invade Firewoman's locker room. Then you try to bust Moose's ankle to send her a message. One might say you have a deathwish.

MF -

Stank - Do you have a deathwish?

*Matt Folz smiles until the looming presence of Poe towers up behind him.*

Stank - Now you see. Firewoman may have agreed to a hands off policy... but I didn't. This shit won't stand Mattie.

MF - Do your worst.

*Stank laughs.*

Stank - My worst? You do have a deathwish. Listen. Strolling into Chamber V uninvited was strike one. Attacking Moose to send a message was strike two... You don't want to strike out Mattie. There is nothing in the world to save your sorry ass if that were happen. My worst would require a higher level of passion from me. Right now you're merely annoying which is why you still stand on your own two feet rather than me having this conversation with your bloodied corpse at my feet. You don't want to upgrade to pissing me off, Mattie.

MF - All I hear is blah blah. If you're going to do something then DO it... otherwise get out of my way.

Stank - Now Mattie... it would be a shame to cut such a promising OOWF career short because you chose to fuck with the Five. I'm not going to do a damn thing to you... yet. But I have a feeling Moose won't be so charitable. Hell LD either. To quote an old friend of mine... You better watch your ass, buddy.

*Stank stands to the side.*

Stank - I've said my peace.

*Matt shoots Stank a dirty look. Takes a look over his shoulder at Poe, then continues on his way. Stank and Poe watch Matt Folz walk away.*

Poe - Dead man walking.

Stank - Ha ha... no shit.

<Fade>

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**Matt Folz rounds a corner and continues down the hallway until someone taps him on the shoulder. Folz spins around and L.D. Williams punches him square in the face.**

LDW: “Hi Matt!”

**Williams kicks Folz in the – ahem – lower abdomen. Folz doubles over, and Williams plants him with a DDT. Williams leans back against Folz Jake Roberts style, and addresses the camera.**

LDW: “Hi folks, my name is L.D. Williams, also known as the forgotten member of the Five. Folks like Matt here tend to forget about me. They seem to think that kz is Moosehead Jack and the invisible man. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m neither as vocal or as eloquent as my partners but, as young Matt here is learning, I can make my meaning clear when I have a mind to.”

**Williams gets up and walks away from Folz, still talking to the camera.**

LDW: “My opponents this week, especially Tytan, are making the same mistake. Tytan, you’ve made it clear that the only way kz can beat you is to kill you. What I don’t get is why you think that’s a problem for us. Tytan, - Eco - work smart, work hard, come to the ring to wrestle, or to fight. It doesn’t really matter. To borrow a phrase, kz may not be straight edge, but we are certainly better than you.”

**Williams turns and walks back to Folz**

LDW: “And by the way Matt, I know you made a deal with Fire. Truth is I would have respected that and left you alone. But, you saw fit to attack my partner. Mess with The Five, and there is nothing in this world that will protect you. You'd do well to remember that.”

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Firewoman is STANDING~! next to a small limousine in front of a house at Cape Cod, smoking, and looking at it. Chris Jericho is next to her, not appreciating the cigarette smoke, but not saying anything either.

Y2J: So that's the house.

FW: Yep.

Y2J: Is that a balance beam in the backyard?

FW: Maybe.

Firewoman takes another drag, and looks at it thoughtfully.

Y2J: There's no "For Sale" sign.

FW: Nope.

Y2J: Did you talk to the owner.

FW: I did.

Y2J: And they agreed?

FW: Nope.

Y2J: Ah.....so...........why are we here then?

FW: Because they will.

At that moment Jericho's cell phone goes off, he walks away to answer it, as Firewoman continues to look at the house thoughtfully. Jericho talks off camera, but you can't hear what he is saying. You can tell that it is serious. He walks back into the shot.

Y2J: Yeah, Lucky. I'll... uh...handle her....uh, it. (He hands up)

FW: GM the Lucky?

Y2J: Yeah. You'll probably want to head back...

FW: What? No way. The bed and breakfast has a hot tub! And a fire place!

Y2J: I know, I know, and there'll be plenty of time for that. I just ... well, I know you, and we'll be heading back to OOWF earlier, is all.

FW: Wait....why.

Y2J: Well, two things really. First off, there's a problem with the stipulations on your match.

FW: So, Lucky will fix it.

Y2J: Right, he just didn't want you to be surprised by that since...

FW: Since what?

Y2J: Well, it seems that Folz did not take too kindly to your attack on Ecosystem.

FW: Shocking.

Y2J: So, he took it out...on Moose.

Firewoman stops mid-drag and looks at Jericho, her face deadly serious and hyper-focused. She field strips her cigarette (Fire does not litter) and opens the door to get the limousine.

FW: Get in the fucking car.

Y2J: That's what I thought...

The car pulls away as the scene fades, the camera refocusing on the house.

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<LD heads back to the Five's Chamber and sits next to Moose. Moose has his foot up on the table with his ankle wrapped heavily>

MHJ: Taken care of?

LD: For now

MHJ: Kid's got some balls.

LD: Kid's got a death wish.

MHJ: True. He is the only one to stand up to us though. For all their talk, Drink and Destroy haven't done a damn thing, and Davin Moreland seems more interested in talking in third person than doing anything.

LD: You gonna be good to go Wednesday?

MHJ: It would take a whole lot more than this to keep me from splitting Tytan's skull open

LD: You know, I expect this from him, but Eco?

MHJ: Eco fancies himself as some sort of Machiavelli. He has done nothing but seal his own doom. First he pisses Poe off by trying to “save” Darling, and now he is going to make it his mission to stop us. Eco, as your partner is so fond of saying, someone is going to get broken. Someone is going to get hurt. I have already broke you once – you remember that, right? You remember leaving the OOWF? You remember completely breaking down in an interview and disappearing? The stress got to you then. All the pressure, all the demands, kind of like now. All the pressure for you to take on The Five. All the demands from the people to triumph. You thought you reached the top of the mountain when you fluked a win over Poe for the World Title, but true to form, you choked it right back to its rightful owner. Face it Eco, Tytan may be too dumb to realize his own shortcomings. He can’t see what he is walking into, but you can. You can, and yet you keep going. Leading men to their doom. This week is merely the first shot. I know you, I know you won’t go away easily, kz is fine with that. This? <pointing to his ankle> This will heal. You can thank your partner for the extra motivation, because I guarantee you, what we do to you will not heal so quickly.

Trust me

[mooseheadjack]

*Backstage OOWF Arena*

Inside one of the interview rooms of the OOWF Arena, the ninja cameramen and SFJ's are either hard at work preparing for their next big scoop or trying to one up each other to move to the head of the line for assignments. However, on one side of the room it looks like a few cameramen are setting up a sit-down interview stage. The SFJ's are trying to figure out who is coming in for the interview and trying to decide who gets the interview when the door opens. Alexis Darling walks in and starts overseeing the set-up and now all the SFJ's are bickering with one another trying to get the assignment. They quiet down when Alexis gives them a patented death stare. Alexander enters the room a few moments later,

Alexander: We ready sis?

Alexis: I suppose it's as good as it's going to get. With that eunuch running things, you know he's not going to do us any favors. We'll have to make due with this for now until we make a trip to pick someone up.

Alexander: I think that should be our stop right after this. I know you don't mind doing it, but your expertise is needed elsewhere.

Alexis: I agree. We'll take care of it after. But for now, take a seat and we'll do this as only us Darlings can.

Alexander: Sure thing sister darling.

Alexis: Back to that, are we brother dear?

The Darling twins laugh and each take a seat facing one another.

Alexander: So, where would you like to begin?

Alexis: Let's start with where your head is at. The past few months have been a real roller coaster. First, there was the upheaval and complete breakdown of the DEA brand. Then there was a losing streak which pushed you back towards the control of Poe. And then recently there was the fight for your independence from Poe as well as some big wins which have put you in line for a chance to become OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Alexander: That's all true. Life has been tumultuous for myself over the past 6 months or so. I've hit rock bottom by following a man I know is evil incarnate. I've seen secrets come out. I've seen the formation of what could be the most vicious group to ever step foot in this company. I've had to team with a man I really really don't like but I got past that.

Alexis: He is family.

Alexander: Fuck him. Thank god I don't have to deal with Davin Moreland the Douche any further.

Alexis: That's a good point. I'll leave the next topic to you. You can choose between your match this week or the overall atmosphere of the OOWF and specifically The Five.

Alexander: Let's take the smaller objective this week. For the very first time since I've stepped into this company, I have a planned world title match. Nothing spur of the moment. An honest-to-god chance to become OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. Of course, it couldn't be a simple match between myself and Poe, Outback Jack has to be a part of it as well. While I would like nothing more than for Jack to step aside and allow me a chance to get my hands on Poe one-on-one, I know he will do nothing of the sort. He's as vicious and fierce a competitor as anyone in this company and he'll do everything in his power to become champion.

Alexis: It sounds like you expect some sort of vicious brawl that doesn't have a clear winner.

Alexander: In the OOWF...NEVER. Look, we all know the story is built around myself and Poe. The history we share goes back a long way and it's never been settled. We've tangled from time to time in the OOWF, but the fact is we're both standing and there's a good chance that when we're finally done with one another, one of us clearly won't be able to. What should worry Poe is that I hold in my back pocket the opportunity for a title shot of my choosing at anytime.

Alexis: To play devil's advocate, and I use the term devil without hesitation, Poe has been champion for most of the last year. He's turned back challenges from Davin Moreland, Stank, Tytan, and a good portion of the OOWF roster. Why will your challenge prove to be his final stand?

Alexander: Because unlike those other challengers I know what his weaknesses are. I can find and exploit them. Now Poe will come back and say he can do the same to me. He'll go after my family. He'll go after that which he knows I care about. And he may get them. He may hurt my family. And that will suck. But it's not going to stop me. Because for each person of my family he hurts, it's another bone of his I will break. For each attack he takes part in, it's how many times I will put him down. I hold my family in high regards, but I know what will hurt Poe the most. And it's not the piece of jailbait attached to his hip. It's the piece of gold he carries around his waist.

Alexis: Does this mean you won't go after his allies? That you will leave Selena, especially, alone?

Alexander: Poe knows exactly what I'm capable of. Speaking of, Sydney says hi. But the fact is what I do to Poe will be because of what Poe does to himself. He's aligned himself with what he considers the cream of the crop here in the OOWF to protect his title. And I have no allies. Team TEaM and Drink & Destroy could align to go after The Five, but I want no part of it. I don't care what LD Williams or Stank do. I don't care who they hurt and maim as long as they stay out of my way. Let them all kill one another. Let the blood flow through the halls of this company as long as they stay out of my way, I'll stay out of theirs.

Alexis: It's interesting how you only mention LD Williams and Stank there. What about the other members of The Five?

Alexander: You mean Evans and Larson? There's unfinished business there, but it will have to come later.

Alexis: You know that's not who I'm referring to. What do you have to say to Moosehead Jack and Firewoman?

Alexander: Ahhh, the Quinn siblings. It's interesting to say the least. There was a time I considered Fire as close as a sister and now I find out who her actual brother is and it makes me physically ill. I don't even care that she lied to me. Lying is part of this business. There are lies I've told her that she still doesn't know, but the fact that she kept this. I don't wanna say it hurts because that would mean I still give one iota of thought to her. Let's just say I've learned my lesson about allies. She taught it to me pretty clearly and there will be a day when we stand across from each other and it'll be time for me to teach the lesson. She likes to act like she's got ice in her veins and that she'll burn the world down around her, but I know the truth. I know why she doesn't sleep. I know what would haunt her if she did. And as your brother would say, "Trust Me" Fire...the day will come and I swear to you, I will make you beg for my mercy. And you won't get it.

Alexis: Speaking of the brother...

Alexander: Right...Moosey, don't think I've forgotten you. You've had a lot to say recently. You've mentioned those that have come after you and failed. You seem to have keep track of those coming after The Five and how often they fail. You talk about the blood you and your partner will spill and I don't doubt that for an instant. I know what you're capable of, but it seems like you've forgotten what I'm capable of. To remind you of someone else who has come after you, it was ME and I didn't fail. I still stand here while you sit there in your chamber with MY initials carved into your chest. Truthfully, I know you'd like to forget about it, but the fact is you've never done anything about that. I heard all about what you would do, and yet, here I stand coming after your leader. Coming to take you down from the very top. And yet you do nothing. I know you'll come after me now, or you'll send your bitch LD after me or the other bitch...Stank, not Firewoman. Hell, send em all because the fact is you won't do it yourself. Because you know that no matter what you do, it won't change the fact that I've already shown you that you are my bitch. Just look in a mirror if you forget.

Alexis: Aren't you worried that by standing up alone against The Five that it may be even too much for you?

Alexander: No, I'm not. They can come after me. They can beat me down. They can bloody me. They can do whatever they want. Because when they're done, I'm going to clean my cuts. Wipe myself off. Stand tall and then I will knock them down one by one. And it will start with you Poe. You know I can do it. I've done it once before and I have no problem doing it again. Because I am Alexander Darling and well, you're not. BOOYAH, Bitch!

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

After his run-in with LD Williams, Matt Folz leaves the infirmary with a slight hitch in his giddy-up (Selena's words, not mine). As he rounds the halls, he hears the melodic singing of a siren song, calling his name...

SS: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttt............................

Matt looks around a corner, trying to figure out where it's coming from.

SS: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttt...............

Finally Folz sees an open door to what appears to be a storage room in the bowels of the arena. It's dark inside, but upon hearing it again...

SS: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttt..................

Folz enters the room. The singing stops and there is no sound at all...until the sound of a few footsteps coming from the side...

MF: What the...

Folz is hit in the head from the side. As soon as we hear the plop of his body hitting the ground, a torch lights somewhere in the room. The light illuminates Selena's face as she moves closer to where Folz was standing. We see Poe standing over Folz after delivering a Hieroglyph. Poe then leans down, turns Folz over, and locks in a Camel Clutch.

Poe: Mr. Folz, here we are again...

Poe wrenches back, drawing a gasp of pain from Folz.

Poe: Silly punk, I did as you asked last weak, this after you dared enter my quarters and speak to my goddess without permission.

SG: Moron.

Poe: So you got you match, fairly fought...and you lost...

Poe wrenches back again, drawing another gasp of pain from Folz.

Poe: So then you go and attack my dear friend Moosehead Jack. He is a sick, sadistic son of a bitch, but he is also all about respect...something you need to learn foolish punk. I am not loyal to many people in this world Mr. Folz. Even to those I am, it is only to a degree, but you see, Mr. Folz, Moose is one of those people. Plus, he is protective of Selena, as is she of him...amd you pissed her off. Never a good idea, for I do not like to see my goddess upset.

SG: Stupid Fozzie.

Poe: Selena...it is time.

Selena grins wickedly, and it is only then Folz realizes he's been staring at a table the entire time while in the Camel Clutch. Selena holds up a pouch of something and then dumps it across the table. The items shine in the firelight and Folz realizes, to his dread, they're thumbtacks.

MF: Poe, if you...

Poe wrenches back again, drawing a groan of agony from Folz, not letting him finish.

Selena then lean in front of Folz, smiles wickedly, then places the torch to the table, spreading flames across the surface.

Poe: Thank you goddess.

Poe lets go of Folz, but grabs him by the hair. He puts him in position for a powerbomb, lifts it up and...

*WHAM*

POWERBOMB THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE OF THUMBTACKS!

Folz rolls away from the table, clutching at his back.

Poe kneels down near Folz.

Poe: Matt Folz, you have been punished. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. You are a message to all others. Now, good luck with Firewoman. May the gods spare you if they so please. Namaste.

Poe holds out his arm, leading to Selena skipping over and taking it.

SG: Wocka Wocka!

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! in Davin Moreland's Locker Room, presented by Dunkin' Donuts. Moonbeam wanders in*

SFJ420: Dude...where you been? I've been, like, practicing and everything!

DM: Yes, Davin Moreland understands Moonbeam the burnout.

SFJ420: We're doing THIS again?

DM: Now.

SFJ420: Fine, whatever...I'm here with 2-Time Onslaught Champion 4-Time Campeonas de Trios Champion, 11-Time Iron Man Heavy Metal DDT Champion and 3-time World Champion Davin Moreland.

DM: Moonbeam the burnout.

SFJ420: Your opponent this week is someone you know very well, and he's been very quiet this week until now.

DM: Moonbeam the burnout is of course talking about Stank the Irrelevant.

SFJ420: Well, duh.

DM: Well stated. "Well duh, indeed". Davin Moreland has beaten Stank the Irrelevant from pillar to post and back again. Hell, Stank the Irrelevant was even supposed to have "motivation" the last time he faced Davin Moreland. If that was "motivation", then Davin Moreland would hate to see what happens this time when Davin Moreland has the motivation. Davin Moreland is a fortune teller. Davin Moreland says, Stank the Irrelevant's fortune is this: "You will experience lots and lots and lots of pain at Midweek Mayhem, LIVE! from Dublin, NH"

*cheap pop*

SFJ420: And what about your championship opportunity?

DM: Davin Moreland has a long history of championships.

SFJ420: But not the Intercontinental...

DM: No, and Davin Moreland is fully aware of this. Should Davin Moreland be interested in taking the OOWF Intercontinental Championship from Stank the Irrelevant, then Davin Moreland will take it.

SFJ420: So you're NOT interested taking it?

DM: Davin Moreland, obviously, would love to add yet another belt to Davin Moreland's future Hall of Fame resume. However, it is important that Davin Moreland sends Stank the Irrelevant a message; one he cannot possibly ignore.

SFJ420: Anything else?

DM: Is there any pie left?

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

(Tytan sits alone in The Team TEaM training room as the Ninja Cameraman approaches.)

Tytan: Bullwinkle first off I love the fact that you are pissed off. But, you actually want to believe that I am dumb. You don't think I realize what I am getting myself into.

Whatever you have done to Eco is in the past and he needs to shake those demons himself. But as far as I am concerned, I know we are going against one of the most twisted, violent teams in the OOWF. We are going against kz a team that has left bodies in the path they took to the top. But, that is where it ends because sooner or later the time will come where you will fall and that time is now.....kz you have caused enough Havoc around here, and Eco and I are going to be the ones that end it. First, we will beat you in this tournament. After that we go after your titles, and we will take them from you. Your violence isn't going to do you any good when you are pinned on your back for the 1...2...3. Bullwinkle, Rocky you better be ready because you are going to be fighting something you aren't ready for.

(FADE)

[mooseheadjack]

*In the back room of the Destroyitarium, Wally B King is showing a series of videos on a laptop to Back of Beyond Jack, who is smiling and driinking green tea, while his eyes reflect the barely-controlled insanity within the most-deranged of Outback Jack's multiple personalities*

BoBJ: Wally, I've never seen such clear video of Poe, and I've Googled and YouTubed him many times. This video was shot perfectly to show how he sets up the Hieroglyph and all of his other moves, and the same could be said for the video of kz and Firewoman. I can't believe you got this!

WBK: Well, I can't take credit. Fukuda sent it all to me.

BoBJ: I know Mr. Takahashi doesn't do favors for free, and I assume his head of security doesn't either. I hope this didn't impact your business dealings with him.

WBK: No, she threw this in on the house. I gather she has a problem with Poe, but I was afraid to ask.

BoBJ: You hang out with LD's Momma but you're afraid of Fukuda?

WBK: LD's Momma and I understand each other. We're both complete professionals. Fukuda takes things personally. I've gathered that Poe did something to someone she liked.

[mooseheadjack]

SFJ#2 - Davin Moreland had some strong words for you concerning your match at Mayhem. How do you answer to his promise of pain?

Stank - You're kidding me, right? That's your question?

SFJ#2 - Yes.

Stank -*sigh*

<Stank adjusts his Intercontinental title belt as it lays over his broad right shoulder.>

Stank - Listen, Jessica, congrats on your number 2 status by the way... Davin Moreland is never lacking of "strong words." What he lacks is the good sense to know when he is being played. You see... he thinks that all that indignation, all the anger, all the frustration of my betraying him at Hell on Earth V... He thinks all of that... passion... is motivation for him to inflict pain on yours truly. In reality all of those hurt feelings... they're a lure.

SFJ#2 - A lure?

Stank - A lure. A lure for him to step into my ring and get his ass beat, yet again, by your current *points to SFJ#2* OOWF Intercontinental champion. Davin I will never tire of beating you. Anything I can do to get you in the ring so I can administer as much carnage as is inhumanly possible on your person, I will do. If that means keeping silent as your frustration grows. So be it. If that means provoking you by say... harming your wife... then it will be done. Make no mistake child. I am going to ENJOY every moment of our match. I will delight in your attempt to take this title away from me. I will relish every effort you make in trying to destroy me. And after all is said and done, and I walk out STILL the OOWF Intercontinental champion, you will know that all that passion, all that hate, all the bile you hold for me led only to your doom. You call me irrelevant. Ask yourself Davin... If I'm so irrelevant then why am I "first" on your futile hit list? Why do you continue to waste words on me?

Why so serious?

SFJ#2 - You seem confident.

Stank - I'm not confident... I'm certain. Soon Davin will know just like everybody else... why there are only Five. Why he is isn't one of them. Why with all that he has accomplished... he never could be... Oh and one more thing. Did I hear Alexander Darling call me a bitch?

SFJ#2 - I think his message was more geared toward the OOWF World Champion, but somewhere in there he did... call you a... bitch.

Stank - Alexander Darling? The same Alexander Darling who up til a month ago was afraid to face me? The same Alexander Darling who has never beaten me? That Alexander Darling?

SFJ#2 - Yes.

Stank - Alex... you've never beaten me. You've haven't even hurt me. You couldn't even if you tried. I think that actually makes you my bitch... bitch. So now you need to ask YOURself... If you couldn't beat me... what chance in Hell do you have against our OOWF World Champion? Strong words and false bravado will only get you so far Alex, Davin, Mattie, and anyone else who believes they are on The Five's level.

You're all hung up on who put this band of brothers and sister together. All obsessed over a hierarchy. Poe must be our leader and us his lackeys. He brainwashed them. No wait... Moosehead Jack. Moosehead Jack manipulated them into following his lead.

You all have tiny minds.

You don't recognize the natural state of being. It was inevitable the Five formed. We are the like minded warriors who leave only chaos and destruction in our wake, while all of you squirm about, plotting our downfall... and trembling in fear.

Bring us your chaos. Bring us your pain. Bring us your blood. Accelerate your destruction. What you all fail to understand is that WE WANTED this.

I'll make it simple for you. All you to need to know... All you WILL know is that..

We are The Five.

We are the ONLY Five.

Your world is crumbling... and ours..? Ours is NOW!

As for you Moreland... I will not waste anymore words on you.

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