MidWeek Mayhem (03/10) Live! From S. Philadelphia

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From the ECW Arena, South Philadelphia PA

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Chris Evans

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

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Poe & Stank vs. Texpress

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Ravenna Blue

Team Team vs. Outback Jack & DH Magnusson
Moosehead Jack vs. Matt Folz
Firewoman vs. Concrete TG

Card subject to the whims of nature

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*A UPS guy is holding a package (duh). He knocks on the door for Chamber V*

UPSG: Package for a Mr. LD Williams?

*Selena Gomez answers the door*

SG: What's your problem?

UPSG: Package for LD Williams. Will you sign for it?

SG: I'm not LD Williams, dummy.

UPSG: I don't care who you are. Just sign for it.

SG: You don't know who I am?

UPSG: You can't write? Can you make an X?

*Selena scribbles on the hand held computer-y thing and is in full tear mode as she looks for Poe. She sees LD and tosses the package at him*

LD: Uh, thanks?

SG: WAAAAH POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!!

*she leaves*

LD: Weirdo.

*He tears open the paper and pulls out a large, framed photograph of LD Williams, with an STF on Davin Moreland during one of their World Heavyweight Championship matches. It's signed in the corner, "Congratulations on your Grand Slam, LD. You deserve it more than anyone. Davin T. Moreland*

LD: Huh.

*fade*

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Another city, another freshly trashed locker room.

Lucky: Where are you going?

FW: Columbus. I have to be in the stupid Cytosport both to sign stupid autographs and pose for stupid pictures, and --

L: Does Rick know?

FW: Of course Rick knows. He gave me a bunch of flyers advertising our upcoming Ohio shows. He's all geeked about it.

L: Okay, does Moose know?

FW: Why the fuck should Moose know? He's too busy whining over a few bumps and bruises so he can go pick up a tux instead of wrestling a match.

L: Um.....Let's not .... I don't think.....

FW: Shut up, let's blow this popsicle stand.

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Poe is in his bedchamber. The room is dark, save for some candles. Poe is reclining on his king sized bed with his hands behind his head.

Poe: Texpress. Chad Madison and Zane Myers. The former Phantos and Lucios. The so-called measuring sticks of the tag team division here in OOWF.

Poe sits up.

Poe: Things have changed boys. You are mere secondary wrestlers with limited skill sets. Together, you may be formidable but you are not myself, nor my brother in arms, Stank.

Poe stands with a snarl.

Poe: And on top of this, you have to go and make this personal. You besmirched the honor of my beloved.

Poe snarls again.

Poe: You may have gotten the better of me a few days ago, but rest assured, it was because of my rashness...my mistake. It will not happen again.

Poe's interrupted by the sound of Selena yelling. Selena then storms into the bed chamber.

Sa-T: Poe! Some UPS loser jerk insulted me! Oh, pretty candles.

Poe throws his head back.

Poe: Jesus tap-dancing Christ.

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*New York Presbyterian Hospital*

Alexander has been transported back to the hospital for continued treatment on the burns on his face. Alexis is sitting in a nearby chair getting a final checkup as well on her back-to-back concussions. Olympic Gold Medalist & America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson comes hobbling in on a pair of crutches followed by Spencer Darling.

Spencer: Damn, ya'll look like hell.

Alexis: Thanks Spence, good to see you too. How did the animal thing go? Did we make our usual donation?

Spencer: Yea, it was fun. It's good to get out there. I know you're mad you missed it this year.

Alexis: Well, couldn't be helped this year. We're like the walking wounded here.

Alexander: Fughhan mmaosoehid mjahc

OGM & AS SJ: Uh, what did he say?

Spencer & Alexis: Fucking Moosehead Jack.

Alexander: Ghuthis auuvv me

The doctor nods and slowly starts unwrapping the bandages from Alexander's face and the camera slowly pans around and we see that his face is badly scarred and blistered. None of the women in the room flinch, but we can tell that it affects them noticeably.

Alexander: Get me a mirror.

Alexis: You really...

Alexander: I SAID GET ME A MIRROR.

Spencer digs in her purse and pulls out a small mirror and hands it to her brother. Alex takes it and slowly raises it to see his reflection. It takes a moment or two to see his reaction and then he starts...laughing?!?

Alexis, Spencer, and Shawn all look at one another like he's nuts. He just keeps laughing and laughing while looking at his reflection.

OGM & AS SJ: Is he okay?

Spencer: Lex, is he?

Alexis: Honestly...I just don't know.

OGM & AS SJ: I guess now isn't the time to tell him that Folz decided when to challenge for the belt.

Alexander's head snaps towards Shawn...

Alexander: Tell me. NOW!

OGM & AS SJ: Um, he's going to challenge you on April 7th. In Green Bay. His hometown.

And again it takes a second to see Alexander's reaction...and once again, he just starts laughing. Almost maniacally. Like a cackling.

The three women share another look as we...

*Fade*

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<We cut to the back where a still banged up Moosehead Jack is sitting on the couch when Firewoman storms out of her locker room>

MHJ: Where are you going?

FW: What do you care?

MHJ: Normally I wouldn’t, but since you blew it, you cost US a chance to win the title

FW: Excuse me?

MHJ: Get your head out of your ass and pay attention to what is going on

FW: I get lectured from someone who pussied out and couldn’t wrestle this week?

MHJ: I could have wrestled, Rick said no, who am I to argue?

FW: Really? Who are you to argue? You’re getting soft

MHJ: No……I just know when it is wise to push my luck. Darling did a number on my neck, no reason to risk that in a tag match. Unlike SOME people who insist on wrestling with bad ribs, I know when to take a step back and heal

FW: The ribs are fine

MHJ: Sure they are. Who are you wrestling this week?

FW: What?

MHJ: Who. Are. You. Wrestling. This. Week?

<Fire looks at Lucky, but he doesn’t say a word>

MHJ: You have no idea do you?

FW: It doesn’t matter, I will win, and then I get my shot at Darling and the world title is mine. And beside, should you REALLY be the one lecturing me this week?

MHJ: What are you talking about?

FW: You yell at me for trying to kill Folz when there is nothing on the line, then look at you! You can barely move your head, you are lucky Darling didn’t kill you! And for what? The title wasn’t even on the line!

MHJ: For what? Are you serious?

FW: <looking smug> That’s what you told me

MHJ: Had you been paying ANY attention to what is going on, you were supposed to win that tournament. The reason I got this match was to kill Darling, leaving him for dead. That would be when you came in and took the title. Or, you would cash in and win it at home. Didn’t quite work out did it?

<Fire looks at Moose, speechless for the first time in her life. Something passes her face and she mumbles something to Moose, then walks out of the room. Lucky looks at Moose, then scurries off after her>

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A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist stands in front of the OOWF Banner holding her microphone.

RNSFJ: We're backstage at the ECW Arena getting ready for Midweek Mayhem I'm trying to get a few words with the Number #1 Contenders to the OOWF World Tag Team Titles, The Texpress

Voice: Championships. Toots, We call them Championships.

(Chad Madison walks in to view and turns to the camera.)

Chad: I saw Poe's little soliloquy. The Peodfile taking up for the little harlot's honor? So sweet. So heroic. So... full of crap.

Poe, don't think Zane and I don't know your little mindgames. We'll retort back and you can draw us into a big prolonged fight, taking the focus off the wrestling and making it 'personal'.

Not

Going

To

Happen

This ain't our first Rodeo, Edgar. Notice who did the attacking last week backstage? You. Did we go chasing after Stank and you to 'even the score' No. We're smarter than that.

You cannot draw us into your twisted existance. You want to diddle children, good luck. But you cannot draw us into a pissing match. We are going to beat you for the World Tag Team Champiopnships. This team of 'secondary wrestlers with limites skill sets' will end your Reign of Error with the Championships we brought to prominence.

You can mock us for being the Measuring Stick. The one other nickname we have earned is the proof that we are the best team in the business. Division Killers. We ran off the entire tag team division last time we were Champions, and that included a very underwhelming team known as Gods & Monsters.

So go back to your chanting and candles and fondling pre-pubescents.

(Zane Myers walks up as Chad finishes)

Zane: There you are, I thought you were going to eat first?

Chad: I got sidetracked.

Zane: Need any help?

Chad: Nope, got it covered. (turns to the RNSFJ and puts an arm around her) You're new around here, right? let me show you Ric's, they have the best steak and cheese sandiwches....

(Zane rolls his eyes as they walk away. )

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SFJ: Lionheart, once again, you came up just short of Matt Folz. How do you feel about some of the talk backstage that you’ve lost your edge?

Evans: Let em talk. As you can see, for next week’s show, I decided to make an effort to take Darling up on his offer that he made a few weeks back that if I wanted a shot at his title, all I had to do was ask. Well I asked, and I got it.

SFJ: A world title match? You? Look, no offense, but...you haven’t exactly come out on the winning side of things as of late. And now you wanna take on the World Champ? I’m sorry, but that’s just...

E: Idiotic? Probably. Suicidal? After seeing what he did to Moosehead Jack, that’s a possibility. There’s one thing I am positive about though. I may respect Darling, and I may approve of him as being the champ, but don’t think in any way, shape or form, that I am intimidated by him.

I’m perfectly well-aware of my situation, that I haven’t really been able to come out on top as of yet when it really counts, when a championship is on the line. However, I’m also well-aware of the fact that I’ve got the talent, the drive, and the passion to win.

I can’t know about my true standing in this company unless I show what I can do when it really counts, and what better way to check that than by taking on the top dog, and see just how I fare against a main-eventer with so much on the line; the highest prize in our business, the OOWF Heavyweight Championship.

Win or lose, I’m out to remind management, the talent backstage, and the fans here about what I proved earlier this year. And what that is, is simply this: I am Cubheart, no more.

*fade to black*

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*Moonbeam is in Davin Moreland's locker room. Samantha and Davin are on the couch looking at old pictures and papers again. She tries to get a comment*

SFJ420: Uh, dude, like, Davin?

DM: What?

SFJ420: Can I get a comment on...

DM: On Spin FREAKIN' Hansen? I did that promo last week. It was a tough match, but Davin Moreland came out on top. Davin Moreland is pretty focused on the task at hand of late, so I wouldn't expect too much different this week.

SFJ420: K. Thanks.

DM: That's it?

SFJ420: Well, yeah, unless...

DM: Unless what?

SFJ420: Why did you send LD that picture?

DM: Well...Let me say this. I don't care much for the V. I think Stank is a piece of human excrement and Poe the [redacted] should be in jail somewhere for exploitation of a minor. Other than that, although I disagree, I have a ton of respect for the other three, and especially LD Williams, who is definitely one of the top pure wrestlers in the company.

SFJ420: Really?

DM: If he's not THE best, he's on the very short list. And despite the fact that LD and I always seem to be on the opposite side of the equation, I respect the hell out of any Grand Slam Champion, and no one, and I mean NO one, deserved it more than LD Williams.

SFJ420: Is this just because he put you over?

*A Samurai sword flies into frame and Moonbeam just does duck it. Kayfabe gives her the "I've got my eyes on you" signal. Moonbeam gives her the "You're #1" signal.*

DM: No, not just that. Way more than that, actually.

SDM: Davin, come here, look at this.

*Davin examines an old photograph, an old document and an old newspaper clipping. We're not privy to the contents, jerks*

DM: What am I looking at.

SDM: Here's the picture. Here's the date. Here's the location. And see who's in the back of that picture here?

DM: Well that's me.

SDM: And that.

DM: That's my Mom. That's Four Seas Ice Cream. The papers always show up for the first day of season there.

SDM: Ok, so who is THAT?

DM: I dunno. Some kid?

SDM: Now look here. Who's that?

DM: Same kid.

SDM: And here?

DM: Same kid. But why was the kid following us around?

SDM: You're so fucking stupid sometimes. That KID was staying with you and your Mom.

DM: I would have remembered that.

SDM: You DO remember that. Remember THIS picture?

DM: Well, yeah.

SDM: And who does that look like?

DM: It doesn't matter who it looks like. It matters who it is.

SDM: Here's a school registration form from the Centerville/Osterville/Marstons Mills school district. This mystery kid was going to be sticking around for a while.

DM: Well that's just silly, Mom would have told me...

SDM: Clearly she didn't. And clearly the kid left in a hurry. What, pray tell, does it say after "Child's Name" on the form? And what does it say after "Relation to Child?"

DM: *he scans it a few times before sitting back in his chair* You gotta be shitting me.

SDM: I shit you not, dear.

DM: But that would mean...

SDM: Yeah. And it ALSO means...

DM: I KNOW what it also means. Listen. Promise me you won't say anything to anyone, ok?

SDM: Don't you think...

DM: No. I think it would be a terrible idea. I think. I don't know. Just shut up about it. Don't tell anyone. Not even Lexie, ok?

SDM: Fair enough. So you're convinced?

DM: Yeah. C'Mon, I used to know a girl in Lower Merion. Let's go say hi.

SDM: Awkward?

DM: More awkward than THIS? No. C'mon Moonbeam, you too.

*fade*

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Firewoman is STANDING~! in the Cytosport booth at the Arnold Fitness Expo in Columbus, Ohio. She is signing autographs and trying to be congenial with the fans although it's clear she'd rather be anywhere else.

FW: How long before I get a break? My hand is killing me.

Booth Babe: Thirty more minutes.

Fan #1: Hey, FIRE!! Can I get a picture? Between you and the booth babe?

FW: Sure, dude, c'mon back behind the velvet rope.

BB: Actually, we're not allowed, because--

FW: *whispering* Look, Blondie, you don't want a disgruntled celebrity spokesperson on your hand, do you? You don't want to have to explain to your bosses how you got no traffic at your booth because you pissed off the talent and they stormed out on the first day of the Expo do you? It's not hurting anything to let a fan come behind the ropes for the 5 seconds it takes to get a picture. Now, plaster a smile on that botoxed face of yours, point out your silicon-enhanced chest, and let him take the damn picture.

BB: Fine. Geez.

The Fan comes behind the ropes, they take a quick picture and he leaves without incident. The next fan steps up, with a poster of Firewoman taken from a photo of Hell on Earth IV, where The Five came into being.

FW: Ah, one of the best moments in wrestling history. Who do you want me to make this out to?

Lou: Lou...just put Lou.

FW: Okay....say....you look kinda familiar......

Lou: I do?

FW: Yeah....do you have a brother who's a priest?

Lou: Not that I know of....You're one of my favorite wrestlers in OOWF ever.

FW: Well, you're probably the only one who feels that way. *she signs it "To Lou, My only fan."*

Lou: Heheh...one of many.

FW: Yeah, that's why they boo.

Lou: Can I ask you a couple of things?

There's a glare from the Booth Babe who mentions something about keeping the line moving.

FW: Make it quick, slick, there's a lot of people.

Lou: Okay, two things.....First....really....why did you turn on Darling?

FW: Well, Lou, you seem like a smart guy...why do you think I turned on Darling?

Lou: Well.....I don't know. You were tired of being a second fiddle to a second fiddle? You couldn't stand to partner with someone you felt was subserviant to Davin of all people? He's a prima donna? The list goes on...

FW: Indeed it does. Second question?

Lou: Did you know your opponent on Wednesday is in the booth right across the aisle from you?

Firewoman gets instantly pissed and start to leaves

BB: Hey! You still have twenty more minutes!!

FW: Go eat a sandwich. I'll be right back.

Fire storms across the aisle, or at least tries to, but the crowd is pretty thick. She gets to the crossroads where she comes face to face with Eric O' Mac.

FW: Get out of my way.

EoM: I've been looking for you.

FW: Why, want another ride in the laundry hamper?

EoM: I have a message for you. From Alexis.

FW: Yeah, right, like Alexis would talk to you....

EoM: She wanted me to give this to you.

Eric O Mac hands her a silver chain with a charm on it. The charm looks like the drawing at the top of this page

Firewoman looks at the charm, and looks up at Eric, a look with a mixture of anger, jealousy, hurt, and probably a few other things. Eric grabs her hand and puts the necklace in it. Eric pulls out a piece of paper.

EoM:: "Seven stabs of the knife, seven stabs of the dagger."

FW: What? Wait....

Eric disappears into the crowd. Firewoman is visibly shaken, and appears to be unaware of the sea of people around her, but only for a few seconds. She shakes her head, and heads toward the Team Con-Crete booth

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(CTG is SIGNING~!! autographs at the Team Con-Crete Booth at the Arnold Fitness Expo. The line is moving briskly and Crete is all smiles)

Booth Babe: You've got quite a line out here

CTG: My fame extends past the confines of the squared circle

Fan #1: Citizen hero~!!

CTG: Citizen fan!

Fan #1: (puts down a promo pic of Crete with Ravenna) can you sign it to Kyle?

CTG: Most certainly (signs it "to Citizen Kyle - a fan who's a true hero"

Fan #1: awesome! can I get a pic?

CTG: most certainly(leans over the table to tkae the pic)

Fan #1: thanks (hurries off)

CTG: (returns to his seat, looking at the line and the crowd) For a Friday, it seems the crowds are out in force

??: That's putting it mildly

Fan: hey, no cutting in line!

??: Back up, Skippy

CTG: ?

Firewoman: (leans on the table) so who let YOU in?

CTG: Citizen Fire, this is my team booth - I've even prepared a proper uniform to match the hazard colors

Fw: There's not enough red in that uniform

CTG: (Stands) Citizen, need I remind you that our Commissioner will not approve of this interaction

FW: What makes you think I care?

Booth Babe: Ma'am, we need to keep the line moving

FW: Back up "Babe"

CTG: Do not insult these women

FW: Gonna sexually harass them?

CTG: You understand I was cleared of your charges.... and still paid my fines

Crowd: (Chanting for crete)

FW: (Turns to them) This autograph session.... is OVER!

(Fire flips the table, sending product all over the place and knocking Crete and the booth babes off their feet. Fire leaps over the table to attack Crete, but the booth babes try to stop her. Fire slips and all three women end up on Crete. There's a struggle as the booth babes from Team Con-crete and Cytosport try to break it up and end up fighting as well)

FW: (clearing the pile, holding her ribs and coughing) so.... there.....

CTG: (being helped up by the booth babes) this violence was unnecessary.....

(Out of nowhere, the FORKLIFT roars by)

Seamus McNasty: ABOUT TIME YOU GOT SOME, CRETE

CTG: (sees the forklift tossing people aside) I thought that wouldn't be here for another day.....

[mooseheadjack]

(Spin Hansen is in front of the chain-link fence 'O Promos...)

SFJ: Spin, you've been awfully quiet as of late. What happened to Tony Robbins?

SH: He taught me. He left. Nothing else.

SFJ: You mean you didn't end up smashing his head through the windshield of a car?

SH: Nope.

SFJ: You didn't kick him in the balls and then choke him with a belt?

SH: Not at all.

SFJ: You didn't even crack a bottle over his head?

SH: No bottles.

SFJ: So you're meaning to tell me that you just completely dropped the angle.

SH: I DIDN'T DROP ok i dropped the angle.

SFJ: And what do you have to say for yourself and your fans?

SH: I apologize... but seriously, who wanted to see an angle with Tony Fuckin' Robbins?

(Crickets)

Yeah, that's what I thought. Now as for you, Moreland... you think you're so cute with the whole talking-in-the-third-person thing and your harping on one aspect of a person's character. And yes, you've beaten me a few times... I'll give you that. You beat me clean. I can't argue a bit with that. But you know what? I'm not gonna quit coming at you. I'm not going to relax, knowing I've got money coming at me no matter how hard I work. I'm not even after your title belt, although it'd be damn nice to win it outright this time... I'm going to take you out for one reason alone...

I'm doing this to prove to everyone that I can do what Stank couldn't do after you took the Intercontinental title away from him... I'm going to beat you. No gimmicks, nothing but pure violence.

And there ain't a damn thing that you can do about it.

SFJ: Other than him beating you?

SH: Goddamn, I need a new catchphrase.

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is WATCHING~! OOWF-TV*

DM: Oh my Freakin' God! Spin Freakin' Hansen Freakin' Promo'd! No Freakin' Way!

*fade*

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Firewoman and Concrete Gryphon are SITTING~! in a make-shift office, out of the main concourse of the Arnold Fitness Expo with two members of security. The door opens and in walks, no other than the man himsef....Arnold Schwartzenegger!! He sits down behind the desk and looks at both wrestlers. Firewoman is, predictably, less than impressed.

CTG: Citizen Governor, I must apologize for my role in disrupting your fine event, but I feel I must also advise you that it was not I that --

AS: Shaddup, you. I must call my friend Rick.

The Governator pushes some buttons on the phone at his desk, and hits another to turn on the speaker phone. It rings a few times.

GMtR: Yeah?

AS: Rick. Dis is Ahnold...Look. I know we talked about having your people here, but...

GMtR: Oh, no....what did they do.

CTG: Commisioner, we did nothing. Citizen Fire --

FW: Citizen Fire was assured that cape-boy here would keep his distance, after the trauma of his harassment two years ago, and last year's....incidents.

CTG: There was no such harassment!

AS: Bot' of you shaddup.

FW: You're a lot shorter in real life.

AS: Rick, I t'ink you can see dat ze Expo is too small a place to have dem in at the same time. If we do dis next year--

GMtR: IF? Wait just a minute, how bad is it this time?

AS: Well, let me see.... *Arnold looks at a clipboard* Several of the Booth Babes were injured--

CTG: *whispering* Wow, you think he really calls them booth babes?

Firewoman shrugs.

AS: -- as dey tried to pull dem apart....den dere was another incident between Firewoman and the women at "Jacked Up Divas" that didn't get caught on camera, t'ank goodness.

GMtR: What the hell....

CTG: Citizen Fire curbstomped one of them!

FW: I hate divas?

GMtR: Well, Arnold, I assure you that--

Another security guard comes in, very frantically.

SG: Governor Schwartzenegger...we need you...

AS: Vat is it?

SG: There's a guy on a forklift chasing MMA wanna bes around the lobby...

Arnold sighs and gets up.

AS: You two wait here.

He heads to the door...pauses, and looks back....

AS: I'll be back.

[mooseheadjack]

Meanwhile, Moosehead Jack and Selena are having lunch at Ric's Sandwich Shop. (There are no sales today; the owner is in Florida)

Sa-T: Thanks for lunch Uncle Moose.

MHJ: Anytime Mouse. You know I rather enjoy your company.

Sa-T: Everybody does.

Moose looks at Selena with a grin.

Sa-T: Okay, well not EVERYBODY. But they're all losers anyway.

MHJ: So where is Poe today?

Sa-T: I dunno, he said he had something to take care of.

MHJ: But you're always at his side...

Sa-T: Pfft, not always. I have a life you know.

MHJ: But around here...

Sa-T: Of course.

MHJ: He must really trust me.

Sa-T: Of course he does. As do I.

Both eat from their sandwiches for a few silent moments.

MHJ: How are...things?

Sa-T: You mean like...

MHJ: Yes, those things. No details though please.

Sa-T: Well, "things" are great. How are you? You look like hell.

MHJ: Thank you Mouse.

Sa-T: I mean that in a nice way *patented Selena smile*

MHJ: I'll survive.

Sa-T: I enjoyed seeing you destroy the Boy. Omar's like totally forgot him and ignored the fact that he has his belt.

MHJ: poe has the Tag Team Championship with Stank now.

Sa-T: I know, but still...the Boy as World Champ? *shudders*

MHJ: Well I believe that will only last until the Green Bay show. Matt Folz has his number I believe.

Sa-T: Maybe we'll have to make sure he does.

MHJ: Maybe we should.

Selena smiles at Moose and holds up her fist.

Sa-T: Trust us?

Moose bumps knuckles with Selena, but looks awkward doing so.

MHJ: If you dare.

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG is SULKING~! in Ahhnold's office with Firewoman seated next to him. The phone line is still open)

GMtR: I hope you two are happy with yourselves. OOWF was the only wrestling league with any representation at the Arnold Classic

CTG: May I reiterare, Commissioner, that I merely defended myself-

FW: Not our fault they put our booths together

GMtR: and when I get Seamus in my office.... (pause while Rick probably takes a long pull of whiskey) You realize our show this week is in Philidelphia?

CTG: Of course

FW: (sighs)

GMtR: I'm doing your Travel Arrangments from here. Your flight from Columbus on Monday is now cancelled.

FW: What?!?!

CTG: Commisioner-

GMtR: I'm sending a rental car to your hotel Monday morning. You will ride together to Mayhem. I will have a reprsentative waiting at the hotel and if you do not show up in the rental car I provide, I will fine you the price of the CAR and cancel your match.

FW: are you out of your mind?

GMtR: Did... I... Stutter?

CTG: Understood, Commissioner (Stands)

FW: glad this is over (stands)

GMtR: I'd say "Get out of my office!" but you are NOT in my office. Sit down and wait for Ahhnold to come back.

CTG: (sits)

FW: (Flops on the chair.... this is NOT sparkling!)

[mooseheadjack]

*Some time later, Davin Moreland is SITTING~! in the Dunkin' Donuts on S. Columbus Blvd. A woman, wearing an ECW baseball cap and giant sunglasses comes in by herself, clearly not wanting to be recognized, and heads toward the counter. Davin intercepts her on the way.*

DM: Smart move not wearing your Mets hat.

W: Shut the fuck up Davin.

DM: Coffee?

W: Yeah, that's why I came here, dummy. Firewoman's making them stock that Burnt Starbucks swill in catering now.

DM: Cool. I'm buying.

W: Davin, you haven't paid for a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee in like 3 years.

DM: *handing over a coffee without asking how she takes it* That's why your sister lives in such luxury and splendor, Lexie.

*They both sit at the table. Alexis takes off her sunglasses because she realizes she looks like a tool with them on*

LD: So, uh, yeah, well...how ya been?

DM: Y'know. I'm IC Champ. Me and Sammy are clickin' along. Can't really complain.

LD: Well, it'd be nice if you thought about other people sometimes too.

DM: The fuck? Like who?

LD: Alexander is getting brutalized on a weekly basis and you're nowhere to be found.

DM: Now Lexie...

LD: No. Seriously. He's your brother-in-law, yeah, but not only that, he's the only one taking on the stupid V right now. You don't seem to give a shit. You're caught up in your own thing and -

DM: Stop it. Seriously. They're going after Alex because he's World Champ. They've got better things to do than worry about little ol' me. Besides, the "Big Bad V" is pretty much a joke at this point. They're a bunch of children, who just happen to take tantrums out on your brother.

LD: You COULD help, you know.

DM: I COULD, yes. But you're forgetting that Alex might be more pissed off that I'm helping than at getting his ass kicked by the V now. But I'm watching.

LD: Ok. I guess I can't ask for more than that. Hey, speaking of the V, did you see on OOWF-TV?

DM: Yeah, I know. Firewoman. In a car. With Traitormask. And keys. To a rental car. There is NO WAY that ends well. None. In fact, the chances are far better that car ends up as a ball of flame on the highway than they are of actually pulling up to ECW Arena in one piece.

LD: It's like Rick doesn't pay any attention at all. Why would he send BOTH of them to the same thing 3 years in a row?

DM: It's Rick. He doesn't pay any attention to anything. *checks his watch* Ah, I gotta get going...hey, you busy?

LD: Um, not really, why?

DM: Wanna come pick up Sammy at the airport?

LD: Why was she at the airport?

DM: She had, uh, business to discuss.

LD: Gotcha. Yeah. Let's go. I haven't been in a 95 Camry since High School.

DM: Yeah, and even then, you've never been in the front seat of one. OW!

LD: Ass. *she rubs her knuckles after her fierce blast to Davin's shoulder. They head out to his car.*

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

Somewhere on the Turnpike of the Longest Mother Fucking State in the Union. Some crappy rental car whose make and model don't deserve to be known is flying east.

CTG: Citizen Fire, I think you should slow down.

FW: Listen here, cape boy...we agreed that you would drive the first half, and I will drive the second, so sit there, put your headphones on and shut up.

CTG: That was before I knew we were going to be trying to break all land-speed records. That was also before we went through two other rental cars....

FW: We are not going that fast.

CTG: You are passing truckers on the turnpike. And I think you missed the exit where we can stop to get --

FW: We are not stopping.

CTG: What?

FW: We stopped to switch drivers and pee. We're done with that, so just get comfortable.

There is silence for a few miles, and the scene changes to show the passage of time. Firewoman finds a radio station and cranks up some death metal.

CTG: It is appropriate that we're listening ot death metal as we hurtle to our doom in the rural hills of Pennsylvania.

FW: Shut up....

Again we fade to show the passage of time wherein we see a sign that shows the two are reaching the outskirts of Philly, as they have exited the turnpike, after arguing over who should pay and holding up traffic for fifteen minutes.

CTG: I think there's a mall up here, we can stop and get...

FW: We aren't stopping...

CTG: Citizen Fire, you are going too fast. I insist at this moment that you slow down, pull over into the mall parking lot, and--

FW: Capeboy, you can shut the fuck up now, or I'll slam on the breaks and make you eat dashboard. We are not stopping. There is going to be nothing standing between me and my triumphant return to the ECW Arena wherein I will beat you....AGAIN....and then get back to what I should be doing, instead of wasting my time with you midcarders.

CTG: MIDCARDER!!! That is it! I am making a citizen's arrest for reckless operation, speed, and--

FW: FINE!!

The car pulls over. Crete gets out of the car, and walks around to the driver's side door.

CTG: Get out of the car, Citizen!

Firewoman takes a moment, smiles, and opens the car door quickly, knocking Crete into the right lane of the freeway. Firewoman squeals the tires and takes off. Crete gets out of the street just in time to avoid being hit by a police cruiser, that stops and picks him up, then takes off in pursuit of Firewoman.

[mooseheadjack]

<Fire makes it back to the arena where Moose is waiting. Moose doesn’t let Fire say a word and just points to his car. Fire sighs, hands Lucky her stuff and gets in the car.(Moose is driving, ahhhh fantasy)>

MHJ: So what the hell were you thinking?

FW: It was Rick’s fault

MHJ: Really? Three destroyed rental cars, a citizen’s arrest, felonious assault charges and a destroyed Aunt Betty’s Pretzel place is ALL Rick’s fault?

FW: YES! What the hell was he thinking?

MHJ: It was an eight hour trip, you couldn’t take something and sleep?

FW: Crete was driving 60 the whole way!

MHJ: The speed limit is 60 the whole way

FW: THAT IS NOT THE POINT!

MHJ: And how fast were you going when you took the wheel after the gas stop

FW: THAT IS ALSO NOT THE POINT

MHJ: He made a citizen’s arrest

FW: That will never hold up in court

MHJ: THAT is not the point either

FW: Well what is your point then? And for that matter, where the hell are we going?

MHJ: The POINT is……..there are SOME of us who have gone to bat for you, and you seem to be going out of your way to prove that person wrong. Can you do ANYTHING low key at all? Why does EVERYTHING you do have to end with arrests and charges pending?

FW: Are you lecturing me?

MHJ: Bout time SOMEONE did

FW: Pull over

MHJ: What?

FW: PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER! NOW!

<Moose pulls over in the middle of a Philly neighborhood and Fire jumps out of the car>

FW: Let’s go, out of the car now.

<Moose grins and jumps out of the car. The two of them immediately come to blows, fighting across the street and onto a neighboring porch. Fire grabs a flower pot and throws it at Moose’s head, but Moose moves and it shatters on someone’s porch. Fire breaks a piece of the wood railing and comes at Moose, but Moose drop toe holds her to the cement and grabs the wood and puts it under Fire’s chin and pulls back, then drops it and locks on the ji-endo. It looks like Moose is going to choke Fire out when the home owner comes out and threatens to call the police. Moose breaks the hold (keeping the wood) and they head back to the car. They drive on and nothing is said for a few minutes>

FW: And what was your point about someone going to bat for me?

MHJ: You know damn well what I am talking about

FW: <staring at Moose> So, what are you saying?

MHJ: I am saying, you had a chance to bring the title to The Five, and you let your concentration slip. You had Folz, and you were too worried about Darling. Now, you are slumming it with Crete. Now, why do you think that is? Could it be that Rick doesn’t want to give you title matches because you are a fucking psychopath?

FW: YOU are calling ME a psychopath?

MHJ: Makes you think, doesn’t it? We are here

FW: Where is here?

MHJ: Pat’s and Gino’s, cheese steak, it’s on me

FW: Which one is better?

MHJ: They are about the same, I like Pat’s, its less……..flashy

FW: Then I am going to Gino’s

MHJ: Figures

<They part ways and meet at a table after a few minutes. Moose sits down with a cheese steak stuffed with meat, cheese, onions, the works. Fire sits down with something that has no meat and a lot of vegetables>

MHJ: What the fuck is that?

FW: It’s a vegetarian cheese steak! Isn’t that awesome?

<Moose stares blankly at Fire>

FW: What?

MHJ: Are you fucking serious?

FW: Vegetables are not killed cruelly

MHJ: That’s because vegetables don’t taste like steak

FW: You should try it

MHJ: You should keep dreaming

FW: Try it

<Fire puts part of the ridiculous vegetarian cheese steak to his mouth and Moose slaps it away sending it to the floor>

FW: MY CHEESE STEAK! YOU ASSHOLE!

<Fire jumps across the table and tackles Moose. They both fall to the cement and Fire grabs the tray with Moose’s cheese steak and slams it on his head, sending his cheese steak flying everywhere. They roll around on the side walk hammering one another with shots to the face. Fire grabs a bottle from the gutter and slams it upside Moose’s head, then puts his face on the curb and is about to go for a MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP when they hear sirens in the distance. Fire breaks the hold and the Quinn siblings both get to their feet and take off. Moose motions for Fire to follow him, and they end up a few blocks away in a slightly seedy looking cigar shop>

Owner: Moose! How the hell are ya? This must be the sister I have hear of.

MHJ: Doing good Tony. Yeah, this is Fire. Look…….there’s a chance someone might be………looking for us, can we…….

T: Head to the back, I’ll bring a couple of smokes and a drink to the back

<Fire and Moose head down a hallway to a back room that clearly has a secret exit that goes somewhere, and a back door that empties into an alley that couldn’t be seen from the street. After a few minutes, Tony brings back two premium cigars, a rum and coke, and a bottle of Jameson’s. >

T: Don’t worry, you’ll be fine back here, the cops know better than to try and get back here.

<Tony leaves and not long after that we hear someone come in the front door and ask about the whereabouts of the Quinn’s. It is clearly the cops, but Tony doesn’t give them up. Moose and Fire light the cigars and take a drink, and sit in silence for a few minutes. Finally Moose breaks the silence>

MHJ: Look, I know you do things your way, and I know I have said that you have to take Fire as is. DEA couldn’t handle that, and look what happened. All I am asking is that you THINK a little more before you do things.

FW: Does this have anything to do with Davin calling us irrelevant?

MHJ: God no. When was the last time Davin said anything relevant? My point is, you had a chance to bring the world title back into the fold, and you let yourself get distracted. Your lack of focus cost us as a group

<Fire sits there for a moment dragging on the cigar not saying a word, finally, she speaks>

FW: Fine, you’re right

MHJ: Dammit Fire I…….wait, what?

FW: You’re right. I had a chance and I fucked it up. It won’t happen again. Crete dies this week, then its onto Darling.

<Moose grins and toasts Fire. They clink glasses and both sit back on the overstuffed couches and take long drags on their cigars>

MHJ: Once we all get on the same page, the OOWF is in a shit load of trouble

FW: That totally sparkles with me

<fade>

[mooseheadjack]

(CTG is dropped off just outside The Arena. He walks up to the wrestlers' entrance where Ecosystem is sitting on the ramp)

Eco: That didn't look like the rental car

CTG: Citizen Fire abandoned me in the city. The local authorities brought me here when they were chasing her for speeding across all across the state.

Eco: That's not part of the deal

CTG: I want to know why I am punished for a situation outside of my control

Eco: I still gotta tell Rick

CTG: You have your duties, Citizen.... I unfortunately lack gear for the show unless Citizen Fire shows up with it. Should it even be there, I expect it to be thoroughly ruined.

Eco: Do you have a plan "B"?

CTG: I might..... is CHIKARA in town?

[mooseheadjack]

From a black screen, the following music begins to play....

www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3UK7qu6HAs

Then Chad Madison leaps into view, dressed in gaudy 80's hip hop garb...and begins to... RAP....

In South Philadelphia Born and Raised,
The Bingo hall where we spent most of our days
Swinging chairs Bleeding Breaking the rules
Diving off balconies like a bunch of fools

When one rich guy up to no good came and ran us out of our neighborhood
We had one second chance, then SyFy got scared
And said "We're bringing in the kids and You're finally off the air"

(We hear a needle scratch and the music goes silent. Chad rips off the oversized shaes and bling around his neck.)

Chad: Here we are....The Home OF E..C..W. (Chad spits on the floor) Garbage wrestling at its finest. Glorified stuntmen. That is what this building represents. My partner and I, we represent True Wrestlers. Not a bloodbath between the ropes.

My partner might have some respect for the Guererros, Malenkos and the like that came from this hole, I feel sad for them, thinking how they languished behind table crashers and barbed-wired losers

So this week, Zane and I will go out and put on a Wrestling match. And we do it, not for the rabid mob in the ECW arena, we do it because
We
Are
The
Texpress
And we are what Wrestling is all about

[mooseheadjack]

<Moose and Fire finish their cigars and drinks and thank Tony, then duck out the back door. They walk the few blocks back to the car and after making sure there are no police around, hop in. Moose heads the short distance to the ECW Arena and parks the car in the lot. Fire gets out and heads to the building, but Moose heads in another direction>

FW: Where are you going?

MHJ: Some unfinished business

FW: With who?

MHJ: If you come along, I’ll tell you

<Fire looks at Moose, then they head to another car and hop in. Moose guns it and they pull out of the parking lot. We follow along the ride and the Quinn siblings don’t say much as they roar down the highway. Fire looks into the back seat, and we see a duffel bag full of barbed wire bats and other implements of doom. Fire smiles and pushes a CD into the player and Marilyn Manson’s Arma-God-Damn-Mother-Fucking-Geddon plays and Moose guns the car. They pull into what is clearly the airport parking lot, and Moose guides the car around to what is clearly a private parking lot and turns off the engine. We see a small private plane land>

MHJ: There they are, you know what to do, right?

FW: Please, like this is the first time

<Moose smirks and grabs a barbed wire bat and slips out of the car. After a few minutes we see Davin Moreland, Alexis Darling and Samantha-Darling Moreland heading toward the car. Fire reaches over and turns on the lights, temporarily blinding them. Moose charges from the darkness and knees Davin in the ribs sending him to the ground. Samantha Darling-Moreland runs to his side and Moose threatens them with the bat. Fire gets out of the car, with a bat of her own and stands over Davin for a moment>

FW: Just stay down Davin, this has nothing to do with you

<Moose turns and grabs Alexis, Lexie rakes her nails across Moose’s face and tries to run, but Fire trips her. Moose quickly grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet and hits a HEARTPUNCH! Lexie falls to the ground and Moose rakes the bat across her face. Davin gets to his feet and shoves Fire aside and goes after Moose, but Fire cracks him on the back of the knee before he can get there, sending him back to the pavement. We see Lexie gasping for breath, her face a bloody mess. Fire pulls Moose off of her as she hears airport security coming>

FW: Enough, we better go

<Moose looks down at Lexie and spits on her>

MHJ: Let’s see how funny Darling thinks this is

<the Quinn’s hop in the car and roar out of the parking lot into the dark Philadelphia night>

[mooseheadjack]

*Moosehead Jack and Firewoman pile quickly out of the car at ECW Arena, and walk quickly to the doors, headed, obviously, for Chamber V. Suddenly, something blares over the loudspeaker hanging from the loading dock*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1KEUuJ9XwM

*The Quinns look at each other oddly, but proceed on and open the door. Suddenly, there's a flurry of action. Simultaneously, Moosehead Jack is drilled with 3 barbed wire baseball bats, and Firewoman is hammered with a Bitch Kick from a bloody Alexis Darling, who takes a knee as Firewoman slams flat on her back. Samantha Darling-Moreland, who was in the background, saunters over to Firewoman, bends down and whispers*

SDM: Just stay down, Lisa. This isn't about you.

*Meanwhile, it appears there's a bit of a Run DLP reunion here, as Davin, Chad Madison and Zane Myers all beat Moose mercilessly, until Davin holds up a hand*

DM: That's enough. I still want him kinda conscious.

ZM: Good. Stupid Barbed Wire. Ruins a perfectly good baseball bat.

DM: Appreciate the help, guys.

*They all do some terrorist fist-bumping*

CM: Hey, anytime we can get back at those V clowns, is fine with me. Later, D.

*Zane and Chad turn on their heels and just head back to, presumably, their locker room, without even turning back. Alexis, however, has to be pulled off a barbed wire bat by Davin, so she settles with a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs before spitting multiple times in Moose's face*

LD: You stupid son of a bitch. You have a problem with Alexander, so you attack me? Some tough guy badass you are, beating up a girl you fucking pussy. You've got something to say to Alexander, you know where to find him.

*She spits again and kicks him in the balls, hard, before leaving. Moose isn't going anywhere, as he just moans and howls in pain. Davin goes over to Firewoman, who is just starting to stir. He quietly says*

DM: Sorry Lisa. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm just gonna talk to him for a bit, ok? I'm not Alexander, but Moose needs to be re-read the rule book a bit. You'll have him back in no time.

*Davin and Samantha nearly drag what's left of Moose into Davin Moreland's Locker Room, where he's immediately handcuffed and shackled to a pretty comfortable looking chair. Davin comes in with some Jameson's, a big bendy straw, a couple of glasses and some ice. He nods to Samantha, who makes herself scarce*

DM: Well...Johnny Boy...for someone who's FROM the Philly area, you did a pretty shitty job on shortcuts from the airport.

MHJ: *near mumbling* I wasn't driving.

DM: Drink?

MHJ: Yes.

*Davin fixes Moose some whiskey, and sets it up so he can comfortably sip it with a straw*

DM: Do you know why you're here?

MHJ: Because you're a douche?

DM: Jesus Christ, Moose. Why is it that you insist in clinging to the past? Why don't you ever evolve. Everything with you is black or white, and there's no room for change, ever. I mean, you wonder why everyone is always trying to freshen up your character?

MHJ: Fuck you and your freshening.

DM: *sighs* Fine. That's not why you're here. You're here because you pulled a big time pussy move my friend.

MHJ: Fuck you. And I'm not your friend.

DM: You should be.

MHJ: Eat a bag of AIDS infected dicks.

DM: Nice. Anyway, your pussy move, in case you were wondering, was attacking Alexis Darling. Now that's not to say...

MHJ: YOU have hit her with a couple of Diamond Cutters yourself there, Tommy Boy.

DM: Yeah, I guess you could call them Diamond Cutters.

SDM: *from the other room* I heard that, ass!

*Moose breaks out in a snarl, which might in some circles be considered a smile*

DM: Point is, your beef's not with her. It's with Alexander. And instead of doing some pointless backstage attack on Alexander, you attacked his sister, not to mention me and my wife. You know I don't take kindly to you attacking my wife, Johnny.

MHJ: Don't call me Johnny. And it was collateral damage.

DM: See, therein lies the problem, Johnny. You're not attacking the problem. You're attacking things that have nothing to do with the problem for the most part. So while Alexander is being nursed back to health by his gymnast, after yet ANOTHER senseless beating; you're, what, bored?

MHJ: Alexis and Alexander, they're twins. I don't see a difference. And I don't know why you're sticking up for him, either.

DM: Me? Have we met? This isn't "sticking up for Alexander". This is "sticking up for my wife and sister-in-law". See, you know, as well as I do, that you and I have carefully avoided each other for the three-plus years I've been here in OOWF. Sure, we've torn down a kitchen a few times, and had a few matches, but for the most part there's been an unspoken understanding between the two of us.

DM: I stay out of your way, and you stay out of my way. That's how it's always been. We've never been on the same side, we've never had the same enemy, well, except for almost that one time, but it's been a good arrangement for us both.

MHJ: Probably.

DM: Probably. Because from the second I got here, you saw me, and you saw way, WAY too much of yourself. Same with me. I know damn well that if you want to wrestle a technical match, you can. And you know damn well that I can wrestle a Taipei Death Match, and do it with a smile. I'm not like Zane and Chad. I kinda like barbed wire.

MHJ: I know. But do you have a point or something?

DM: Let's just say I've...discovered some things recently. And I need to stress to you, that you don't get even with someone by attacking their family. That's CHICKENSHIT heel, Moose. That's not you.

MHJ: *drains his glass* No. But it was today. I fucking hate him.

DM: I know.

MHJ: I don't particularly care for you either.

DM: You don't particularly care for anybody except Lisa and LD.

*He pours Moose some more whiskey*

MHJ: *sips* That's probably true.

DM: Put it this way, if I attack Lisa, or I attack LD, I would expect you to come after me with all the violence you can summon. If I attack, say, Stank, you'll do the job, but you won't OVERDO it, right? Makes sense?

MHJ: I've helped Stank kick your ass.

DM: True, but you didn't try to kill me either. Because you and Stank, while you're aligned, have way, WAY too much of a history to fully commit to something like that.

MHJ: The V is...

DM: Yeah, the five is, the five is. Just stop. Seriously. The Five started to die the day it was founded. And why? You didn't have the right Five, and you damn well know it.

MHJ: Bullshit.

DM: Fine. Anywho, just wanted to make you aware. Samantha and Alexis may be Darlings, but they are also Family. Unless they do something to directly attack you, I expect you to direct your frustrations in the proper direction.

MHJ: Alexander is family too then?

DM: You can do what you're doing without all the histrionics, Moose.

MHJ: You didn't answer my question.

DM: He's an active wrestler who's feuding with you. He's also a World Champion. He doesn't need my damned help, or my sympathy. He's done just fine without me.

MHJ: You STILL didn't answer my question.

DM: *sips off his own drink* Blood is thicker than water.

MHJ: He's not blood.

DM: No Moose. No, he's not. Anyway, sorry I roughed you up back there, but you had it coming. I mean, attack ALEXIS because you're pissy at Alexander? Who do you think you are, The Dead?

MHJ: Nice reference.

DM: Thanks. If I let you go, will you just be a good boy and go?

MHJ: For now.

DM: What if I give you the bottle?

MHJ: For maybe a little longer than now.

*Davin uncuffs Moose and hands him the Jameson's bottle before helping him to the door*

DM: Remember, now. I'm not fucking around. Stay away from my wife, and stay away from Alexis unless she personally does something to you.

MHJ: No promises.

*He leaves*

DM: That's about all I'd expect anyway.

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*Stank and LD Williams are sitting in Chamber V at the bar having a drink.*

LDW - I suppose we should do something.

Stank - Like what?

LDW - Oh I don't know. Maybe we should go pay Moreland a visit?

Stank -

LDW - Oh right.

Stank - Besides I happen to agree with him when it comes to Lexie.

LDW - You AGREE with HIM?

Stank - It's been known to happen.

LDW - What gives?

Stank - I have a grudging respect for Lexie the jury is still out on her brother, but Lexie I kind of admire.

LDW - So if she were a means to an end you wouldn't take it?

Stank - Depends on the end.

LDW - Getting under Alex's skin?

Stank - I wouldn't use her for that. But I ain't mad a Moose for doing it. That's just how he rolls.

LDW - You got a po-

*LD's thought is interrupted by the arrival of Moose carrying his gift.*

MHJ - Where's Lisa?

Stank - She's not with you?

MHJ - I lost track of her.

LDW - Knowing her she probably went after Alexis.

MHJ - ... .... ... I'll be back.

Stank/LD - ??

*Moose sets the bottle down, does an about face, and walks out the door.*

LDW - We should probably go with him.

Stank - Yeah, you're probably right.

LDW - Where's your tag team partner?

Stank - I don't know. He said he had to take care of something.

LDW - Well let's get going.

Stank - If we happen to run into Texpress along the way follow my lead. I thought they were above such petty nonsense as attacking people backstage.

LDW - Did you really?

Stank - No. They were a part of Run DEA afterall.

*Stank and LD follow Moose out the door as the camera fades.*

[mooseheadjack]

*South Philadelphia*

A big, black SUV is pulling up to the ECW Arena and from the driver's side we see Alexis Darling stepping out with cuts and stitches on her face and she does not look pleased. She opens the back door to let Shawn Johnson out and tells her a few things. Shawn nods and heads inside, presumably to get their locker room set up. Alexis sighs as she walks around to the passenger side and helps her brother out of the car. As they walk around the back of the SUV we see that Alexander is wearing a black mask, with a green dollar sign over the face. He's fiddling with it when Alexis slaps his hand away.

Alexis: Stop playing with the mask or you'll pop the blisters again.

Alexander says nothing and just turns his face towards his sister.

Alexis: Don't blame me. The doctor said it was either this or you wear gauze like a mummy.

Alexander shakes his head no and reaches out and touches the cuts and dried blood on his sister's face.

Alexis: It's nothing. I'm fine now and Davin got Moose back for it.

Alexander cranks his neck and stares through his sister.

Alexis: Look, you don't have to do that. It's over. Concentrate on Evans and defending that belt. Nothing will hurt them more than you holding onto that belt for as long as possible.

Alexander nods once and heads into the arena while Alexis shakes her head and sighs before following. As soon as she gets into the building she notices Alexander slamming one of the ninja cameramen up against a wall and stealing his microphone. He hands it to Alexis.

Alexis: Are you sure?

He just nods and as they walk she brings the microphone up. Alexander coughs a little at first and then he begins to speak in a gravelly voice.

Alexander: Evans, this week, if you were smart, you'd keep the match simple and in the ring. We can be wrestlers. You can challenge me. You will lose the match. But that will be the end of it. If you take it beyond the ring, your life will be in my hands. You don't want that. So, step up, have a nice little match with me, lose, and move on.

Because if you choose to do something else, I will have no choice but to picture you as HIM. He finally did it. He got under my skin. He had to do it by burning a layer off my face, but he's done it and he's now under my skin. The problem with what you've done Moose is you broke all the barriers. There is nothing off limits now. You want to claim that having my initials carved into your skin means nothing to you. That's fine. You want to claim that the fact that I can have you kidnapped and no one comes to save you means nothing. That's great.

Sooner or later, I will find something that does affect you and it will be your fault when I find it. I've played the good soldier here since I won this belt. I allowed myself to be a victim. Week in and week out, you and your cronies have left me in a pool of blood. And all I did was clean myself up, get prepared for the next week, and we did it all over again. The only reason I allowed it to continue was because I knew you couldn't get to me. Beat me, bloody me, and it didn't matter because I still had the belt and you were just sharks looking for blood. Things have changed Moose. The price I've had to pay has gone beyond the cost of living the righteous life.

I am not a righteous man Moosehead Jack. And your day of reckoning is coming. Be prepared....TRUST ME Bitch.

*Fade*