MidWeek Mayhem (03/24) Live! From W. Palm Beach FL

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<GM the Rick has gathered Spin, Tytan, Ravenna, Folz, Magnusson, Evans and Outback Jack in his office. Firewoman is supposed to be there as well, but she is half dead>

GMtR: Ok, I am going to make this short and simple. About the only thing Alexander Darling has done lately that I approve of is deciding he was going to give title shots only to people who had never won the championship before. I like this idea, so next week we are going to have an eight man…….errrr….person, tournament of sorts. I have gathered you all here together to announce the teams. We will have four teams to start, and then two, then one. The last team standing will be involved in a triple threat match against Alexander Darling that night. Everybody on board?

<general murmuring>

Ok, here are the teams. I chose them at random so there was no bias.

Firewoman and Outback Jack……

OBJ: <belching> That’s Australian for, where the hell is my partner?

GMtR: She will be informed of the team, she is in medical right now

OBJ: She won’t be happy

GMtR: When is she? Ok, continuing:

Spin Hansen and Chris Evans (they bump knuckles)
Ravenna Blue and Matt Folz

MF: Not interested

GMtR: Doesn’t matter Folz. You are in the match. You telling me you wouldn’t like to take a shot at Darling now? Folz doesn’t say anything so Rick continues. And finally, as if you couldn’t figure it out

Tytan and DH Magnusson <Tytan and Magnusson eye one another warily>

GMtR: Ok, get out. The lineup will be posted so you will know who you face.

**

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From West Palm Beach, Florida

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Three Way Dance[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Tournament Winners

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

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

OOWF Onslaught Championship Three Way Dance[/u]
LD Williams vs. Ecosystem vs. Concrete TG

OOWF Title Shot Tournament[/u]
Firewoman & Outback Jack vs. Ravenna Blue & Matt Folz
Spin Hansen & Chris Evans vs. Tytan & DH Magnusson

Card subject to premature expectation from America’s wang

[mooseheadjack]

Firewoman is back in The Chamber of the Five, looking at her bloody forehead. LD Williams' mom is there.

FW: Is it ever going to stop bleeding?

LDMom: Sure, it will. Let me look at it.

FW: No, that's .... that's fine. *Firewoman puts her bloodied bandana back over it* I'll handle it.

LDMom: I know you can, but you could let someone --

FW: Wait,...when did you get here?

LDMom: Few days ago.....you were...indisposed.

FW: Uh huh.....and the why?

LDMom: He brought me in to watch over Selena and Lucky while things are kind of--

FW: I don't need you, I can take care of Lucky. Actually, he can probably take care of himself.

LDMom: Really? You didn't even know I was here. Now come on...sit down, relax, and let me stitch that up for you....

Fire eyes her suspiciously, and then sits down, but she's far from relaxed.

LDMom: There isn't that better? Now, let me get my kit. I've got my field sutures in there, and some pain stuff if you want.

FW: I'm fine.

LDMom: Sure whatever...........if you want, I can probably fix your hair so that--

At this, Fire gets up quickly, throws the cloth LD's Mom put on her forehead on the chair and starts to leave. Just as she gets to the door, Moosehead Jack arrives, all jovial.

MHJ: Heya, Sis. Awesome match! I knew you could do it. And look! You just might get a title shot next week!

He throws the run sheet into Firewoman's face. She stares at it, and pushes it aside.

FW: Is that all you can think about?

MHJ: Huh?

FW: I'm not interested.

MHJ: What?

FW: You heard me. I'm out..........

MHJ: What? You can't be out!

FW: I can't do it Moose....

MHJ: But....you just did?

FW: I know....but....It took everything out of me Moose....I can't....I'm sorry, I can't do it again....

Firewoman leaves dripping blood from her face on the floor as a trail. Moose and LD's Mom look at each other.

Firewoman walks through the halls, in no particular direction. The ninja cams have a hard time keeping up with her and there's no rhyme or reason to her path. She rounds a corner and sees Ecosystem sitting on top of a loading crate.

Eco: Fire.

FW: Hey.

Eco: You know you're bleeding there.

FW: Yeah....I guess I am....huh...a little dizzy too.

Eco jumps down from the crate and lands in front of her. Fire flinches backward a bit.

Eco: Wow...you are REALLY messed up about all this. I gotta say, I'm shocked. And a little relieved.

FW: Huh?

Eco: It means you aren't beyond help.

Firewoman sighs.

FW: Okay, Eco....you've wanted to get me alone to give me your spiehl, tell me how you're going to save me. Well, now's your chance.

Eco: *smiling* Well...okay, Fire...we'll talk....but not right now. You're wavering back and forth pretty good, so why don't I walk you back to your dressing room, and let them get you some medical help.

Ecosystem reaches out to grab Fire's arm, but she pulls it back violently. The force causes her to lose her balance, and she falls over. Eco stands back for a moment, then holds out his hand. Fire reluctantly takes it, and he helps her up. She lets him hold her arm this time, and the two head back toward The Chamber.

[mooseheadjack]

*Cut to OOWF Banner hanging in the background.*

SFJ#1 - I'm standing here with two members out of The Five, the OOWF World Tag team champions, Poe and Stank along with Selena Gomez. Gentlemen, and lady, thank you for speaking with us and I have to ask, you just saw the state Firewoman is in. What does this mean for The Five?

Stank - Alicia, we're not here to talk about Firewoman. What you have standing before you, what all of you watching at home are seeing, are two of the most dominate, destructive, unstoppable forces in the OOWF today. Translation? We are the OOWF World Tag Team Champions. Go talk to Firewoman if you want to talk about Firewoman. What we're here to talk about is Texpress... CHAD Madison, ZANE Myers. You see boys Poe and I are insurmountable. We're the shock and awe. We're mission impossible. But that doesn't stop you from trying now does it? Now boys I wouldn't presume to engage you in a "Promo war" mostly because you're woefully ill-equipped to handle one and clearly overmatched. No. What this is... is us telling you how it is. And how it is... is quite simple... you can't beat us. Tell 'em big man.

Poe - I will never understand why you two chose to come back to the OOWF. You had an illustrious career when left. You had an honorable run. But now you come back to a division where there are none equal to my brother Stank and myself. This is not hyberbole. This is fact. We ARE the division. You claim to be the division killers.... prove it. The Tag Tite belts are strapped over each of my goddesses shoulders and I would have her hold on to them for as long as she so desires... and let me assure you... she's insatiable.

*StanK and SFJ#1 give Poe and odd look.*

Poe - You know... in her desire to hold gold.

Stank - I hope gold means those belts... and not a metaphor for something else.

*Selena grins wickedly.*

Stank - In conclusion We are The FIVE. We are the only five. Your world is over boys and ours... ours is now.

Poe - Namaste.

*Poe, Stank, and Selena walk off camera. Selena runs back in front a second later.*

SG - Nevermore!

<Fade>

[mooseheadjack]

Chad Madison is standing outside Rick's Office reading the lineup. He knocks on the door, and then enters without waiting for an invitation. Rick is visibly upset at being interrupted (or Dayton sucking so bad they missed out on an NCAA bid, pick one)

GMtR: WHY ARE YOU IN MY OFFICE!

Chad: I knocked.

GMtR: AND?

Chad: I had a question

GMtR: WHAT!

Chad: How come Zane and I didn't get invited into the Title Shot Tournament?

GMtR: (stunned )............ I thought the two of you had no interest in singles matches, much less Title Shots

Chad: We don't

GMtR: So what does it matter then?

Chad: I just wanted to know why.

GMtR: Wouldn't you rather be in the Tag Title match?

Chad: Yes

GMtR: You want in both?

Chad: No.

GMtR: .... Have you talked to your partner about this?

Chad: No. He doesn't care

GMtR: Why do YOU care?

Chad: I'd at least like to be invited.

GMtR: You'd want a title shot?

Chad: Not really.

GMtR: The What the BLUE FUCK are you here for?

Chad: I would have liked to have been invited.

GMtR: Why would I invite you if you don't want to compete?

Chad: Because I've never been World Champion. That was the only requirement

GMtR: (visibly annoyed now) Is there a point?

Chad: I should have been invited

GmtR: If Darling challenges you, right NOW and offers you a shot at his title, this week, are you interested?

Chad: Not really.

GMtR: Why not?

Chad: I don't really care about the World Champioship

GMtR: But you wanted to be invited to compete for it.

Chad: That would have been nice.

(Rick grabs papers and flings them in the air)
GMtR: GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!

Madison leaves and crosses paths with Davin.

Davin: Comrade

Chad: (huge grin on his face) Hey Davin

Davin: Ready for another shot at your Championships?

Chad: Absolutely. Just had to talk to Rick

Davin: Rick changing your match or something?

Chad: No, just asked him a question.

Davin: You get a straight answer?

Chad: (laughing) No, just got him more irritated. Seems he doesn't like to be interrupted.

(Davin shakes his head and walks on)

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("With Jupiter in Mind" blasts on the speakers as CTG strides proudly to the ring. While bandaged, he seems in better sprits. Oh, and he has a mic)

CTG: (as the crowd dies down) Citizens, despite my setbacks I assure you that I am not here to let any of you down. My body bruised and bleeding, but otherwise whole, it is time I take another step forward within this company.

As one of the handful who remain from the first days of the OOWF and despite a short hiatus to test the waters of the global stage, it seems I have a title to add to my long list of accolades.

I have never been Onslaught Champion - the one title that I need to complete the Grand Slam, to be the fourth to accomplish this feat in the OOWF.

You may recall that my first attempt some time ago against the likes of Moosehead Jack. (crowd boos) He captured the title and proceeded to soil it with his idea of making his own rules - meaning "none" - and destroying the heritage of what should be a pure title.

LD Williams, guilty perhaps by association with Moosehead Jack, is not worthy of this title, nor should anyone of the fiVe consider it their property. They are not pure individuals - the mere handling of this title should sear their hands and burn away their darkness.

It is time, citizens! It is time to put the glory back into the Onslaught title! I shall bring it around my waist (uses his free hand to make the "Belt on me" motion) and defended as it was meant to be defended! Are you with me in this quest, citizens?

(The crowd ERUPTS and starts into a "GRYFON~!" chant)

CTG: Your will be done! (he salutes the crowd as the music starts up. Crete turns to head to the back)

[mooseheadjack]

(As Gryfon walks up the ramp out, the PA abruptly changes themes...to “Immortal” by Adema.)

PA System: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, THE LEADER OF LOST SOULS.

(An image comes across the screen.)

SAVE_US.ECO

(Ecosystem saunters out, microphone in one hand and a bag in another as CTG stares him down. Eco smiles and puts the microphone to his mouth.)

Eco: I’m sorry to interrupt your little moment, Gryfon, really I am. But I couldn’t help thinking that when you were talking about taking the Onslaught Title from Williams…well, I couldn’t shake the feeling that you were forgetting someone.

(The crowd cheers as Gryfon smiles.)

Eco: And that’s fine if you forgot some no-name, some rookie, some nobody. You’re nearly a Triple Crown champion. You’re allowed to forget about a new guy here and there.

But let me try a different hypothetical…let’s say, just for laughs, let’s say you were forgetting about a former Onslaught champion. Let’s say he wasn’t just only a former Onslaught champion, but someone around from the FOUNDING of this company and won the title in his FIRST MONTH BACK last year.

(Gryfon steps toward Eco, but Eco gestures for him to stop.)

Eco: I’ll ratchet it up just one more time. Let’s say this veteran, this former Onslaught champion…let’s say he never even lost his title. Let’s say he gave the title to a partner, and ended his reign as an undefeated champion.

Crazy, right? And yet, it sounds….so familiar. Who might that be?

(Crowd chants “E-Co, E-Co”)

Eco: What do you know, it sounds like – (Gryfon takes the mike)

Gryfon: You know Eco, I’m really happy for you, and I’ma let you finish…(Eco smiles)…seriously though, I’m glad to have you as a competitor in the match. And even though I intend to beat you, I’m always glad to have you beside me as a force for good. You know—

Eco: (suddenly cold) What did you just call yourself?

Gryfon: A force for good—

Eco: (snatching the microphone back) Is that so? IS THAT SO? Because Takaken, I have no doubt that you are a good man. But you better think long and hard about what a force for good really looks like.

(He walks down the ramp and reaches into his bag, pulling out….CTG masks!)

Eco: You preach and you profess, and you practice what you preach personally. But you never seek to convert. You never ask anything of these people, compel them to change.

(Gryfon shakes his head “Not true.”)

Eco: Not true? Really? Not true? Let’s run an experiment. Who in the crowd wants a free signed CTG mask? (Crowd cheers.) $100 at the souvenir table outside, yours absolutely free!

(Eco launches the CTG masks into the crowd. People start grabbing and shoving for them. One group begins a small fight, during which time one big guy kicks a little girl over, and then another woman accidentally steps on her grabbing for the mask. )

CTG: (audibly) CITIZENS!

(The girl cries out and the woman steps off. The girl’s father helps her up as those around look ashamed. Eco frowns, turns away from CTG and heads to the ring.)

Eco: You see, Gryfon, their love for you doesn’t mean anything. Their profession of your virtues doesn’t mean anything. (Eco enters the ring.) You’re the same greedy, selfish people you’ve always been. (The crowd begins to boo, somewhat half-heartedly after the last incident.) And that doesn’t make you evil. It means you are fallible, fallen, human. And what you need in a champion…what you need is not a superhero to rise above you, but a peer to stand at your side…

(Eco ascends the turnbuckles.)

Eco: …and raise you up.

My name is Junichiro Muyo.

And I…Will…Save You.

(Ecosystem drops the microphone and poses atop the turnbuckles, staring CTG down. The crowd is a raucous mix of cheers and boos.)

FADE

[mooseheadjack]

*The mixed reaction turns to absolute batshit cheering as "Toxicity" comes over the sound system, and Davin Moreland appears, alone, at the top of the ramp. He's got his Intercontinental Championship around his waist, setting off a classy dark suit. He's got a mic, and he's headed to the ring as Eco hops off the turnbuckle and stares him down. Davin calmly takes his sunglasses off and puts them in his jacket pocket.*

DM: *nodding* Juni. Takaken. *he points out to the crowd in all four directions* Everyone.

Crowd: *batshit*

DM: You know, the two of your are something else. You know that? Lots of interesting stuff was spewed forth out here, but it's amazing how much sound you got out of your mouths, considering how full of bullshit they are.

C: *more batshit*

DM: Juni, you've got a lot of balls to come out here and condescend to Takaken about hypocrisy. I mean, let's go back into the not-so-recent past...I'm sure these people would like to come along with us...

C: *OMG he mentioned us pop*

DM: Do you remember the war? Do you remember Team Bennett against Team Not Bennett.

CTG: *interrupting* You mean Team Rick.

DM: No, I most certainly do not mean Team Rick. Rick Scaia was in a rubber room somewhere. Team Erlana is probably more accurate. In fact, I've heard it called by what might be the most accurate name. What was it? Team...*he holds the mic up to the crowd*

C: *DA-VIN DA-VIN DA-VIN*

DM: But, such labels aren't up to me, Takaken. I leave those to others. No, I'm just here to talk to Juni about hypocrisy. Don't worry Takaken, I'll get to you in a minute.

*A smattering of a "Traitor Mask" chant starts up*.

DM: No Juni, you've been here for months trying to save people. But save them from what? To what? You see, when the war was going on between the two sides...you were on the sidelines. You weren't anywhere to be found. Why weren't you saving anyone then?

*Crowd goes quiet*

DM: You see, Juni, you just spent 20 minutes out here, telling us all that we are Fallible, Fallen and Human. In fact, that's why these people love me, because I AM human, I AM fallible, and I make mistakes and do stupid shit. But I do my best to redeem myself, especially to these fans, who have supported me through my darkest days, shown me when I have lost my way; and cheered me through my greatest successes.

*More "He mentioned us" pop*

DM: They don't want me to SAVE them, Juni. They don't NEED saving. They come here and spend their hard-earned money to be entertained, and it's my job to give them one hell of a show every time I step in this ring. That is why I'm the OOWF Intercontinental Champion, and THAT is why I am the best in the world at what I do. And that's wrestle and entertain.

*batshit*

DM: So you talk about saving us, but where were you when Davin Moreland was saving this company from financial ruin? I give you credit Juni, you talk a good game. *points to Eco* You talk it. *points to himself* I DO it.

*batshit*

DM: So save your Messianic complex for the weak-minded and the gullible, because here in West Palm Beach, Florida *pauses for cheap pop*, there ain't no one buying what you're selling.

*big cheers, including Concrete TG*

DM: *looks quickly at Crete* And what exactly are you cheering, Takaken? You're the biggest hypocrite of them all!

*mixed response, but loud*

DM: Where were YOU during the war? Oh yeah, I remember, CONNECTICUT! You were TOO GOOD for the OOWF. TOO GOOD for your fans. TOO GOOD for all of us who were holing you back. That's it, right? You wanted to ply your craft on a "global stage"? Is that what your line of garbage is nowadays?

CTG: It's not a line of garbage, Citizen D-

DM: Save it. Seriously. I'm so damned tired of hearing it, it makes me nauseous. There will always be people in this crowd who remember the good that you did before you abandoned us. But there are others...

*a pretty substantial roar comes up from the crowd*

DM: Others, who will never forget you abandoned us in our time of need. You put the responsibility of carrying things on MY shoulders, a nobody at the time. Then you waltz back in, and expect nobody to care about what you did. I have done some fucked up things in my time here in OOWF, but what you did, that's unforgivable. You broke the number one rule, and for that, you will always have my scorn.

CTG: *laughing* Citizen Davin, you have a very high opinion of yourself. I've done nothing but fight against the injustice here in the OOWF. My number one responsibility has always been to our fans.

*this draws a very mixed reaction*

DM: One, you left us when we needed you most. Two, you took advantage of a dirty referee that *I* finally got rid of. Since Davis Hightower became the senior referee, we have not had a single issue of referee bias. YOU allowed it to continue. YOU left us in our time of need. How do YOU have the BALLS to call yourself a hero, when it's clear that you're only out for yourself here.

*More mixed reaction to that. There are 7-year-olds holding their Concrete TG masks in their hands and crying in the audience*

E: Davin makes a great point, and it's exactly why we all need to be liberated from Concrete TG, the fraud, the phony. And I will lead you all...if you follow me...

DM: No, see, Juni, you're worse. Yes, Takaken's a fraud, but at least he never demanded people follow him like you do. I mean, how many shitty things have you done in this company? To our fans? You've been around this company a long-ass time. What have you done to prove you're any sort of leader

E: What have you done, Davin? I seem to remember you beating the Holy Hell out of Stank with a baseball bat. I seem to remember you giving into vice with alcohol, drugs, and women. I seem to remember you being Alexander Darling's lackey. I seem to remember you intentionally trying to injure Stank and Poe in matches. And somehow, YOU are a leader of men and women?

DM: Nope.

E: Then how do you get the courage to come in this ring and lecture me?

DM: It's very simple. I'm not a hypocrite. I've done shitty, mean, dangerous things to people. I'm crazy. I used to talk to a pole. I'm flawed. I'm human. But these people know that. They've followed and supported me BECAUSE of that. Because in the end, no matter WHAT I do, I don't hide anything. There is no doubt about where I stand about anything. These fans respect that. Claiming to have their best interests at heart while using trickery and subterfuge to achieve your goals does not earn respect.

*cheering*

DM: Also, I'd like to remind the both of you, that I'm also just one title away from the Grand Slam, and as far as the Onslaught Belt goes? I've already won it twice. But I'll tell you this; if either, or both, of you, ever want to compete for a big boy belt like this one? Let me know. I've got no problem beating either of your asses to a pulp. Hit my music!

*"Toxicity" fires up, and Davin flips the mic in the ring and heads up the ramp, soaking up cheers while the other two glare at him from the ring.*

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

**As Davin nears the Curtain, L.D. Williams steps through. They stare at each other for a moment, then nod, and Davin heads to the back. Williams, microphone in hand, walks toward the ring.**

LDW: “The saddest thing about what you've said out here may be the fact the it puts me in the position of agreeing with Davin Moreland. Oh, and Davin, don't worry about it being a “big boy” belt – the weight hardly shows.

Now, as for you two...you don't have to face Davin this week – more's the pity. You have to face me. You both talk about how you were here at the beginning, and all the good you've done in the OOWF. Well, I was here in the beginning too – and I never left. When you walked away, you left the OOWF to it's own devices. It survived because of people like me. Not just me - I don't have that kind of arrogance – but me and people like me.

The two of you can debate righteousness all you want. I don't pretend to know anything about that. Ido what I need to and if at the end of the day, I don't have any regrets, that's good enough. People can like me, hate me, applaud me, boo me, do whatever they want to. They don't need me to condescend, and they don't need me to lift them up.

Let me tell you a little secret. This <holds up the belt> doesn't give a damn about righteousness. It goes home with the best wrestler. It doesn't matter how pure your heart is <looks at CTG>, or how worthy your cause <looks at Eco>. What matters is if you win. Wednesday night, I'm going to win.”

**Williams drops the mic and leaves the ring, walking up the aisle without looking back.**

[mooseheadjack]

<Alexander Darling is walking across the parking lot at the West Palm Beach Arena. He stops and signs some autographs for his few remaining fans. As he turns to walk away, Moose charges out from behind a car and BLASTS Darling upside the head with a barbed wire bat. Darling goes down in a heap and the fans run, screaming for help.

Moose reaches down and tears Darling’s mask off and gets a good look at his burned face. Moose smirks, then hammers Darling in the face with repeated punches, then takes the barbed wire bat and rakes it across his face. Darling howls in pain as the barbed wire tears barely healed scar tissue wide open, and bursts giant blisters on his forehead.

Moose grabs Darling and drags him over to a chain link fence, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out two sets of handcuffs. Moose cuffs Darling to the fence, with his arms spread, blood pours off of Darling’s face, but he doesn’t struggle, he just glares at Moose>

MHJ: You want to be a martyr? You think this will help you repent for your sins? Not a fucking chance Little Alex

<Moose takes the barbed wire bat and HAMMERS Darling in the ribs with it. Moose keeps hitting Darling until he is gasping for breath and spitting up blood. Moose stops for a moment and glares at Darling>

MHJ: You wanted to make this personal? You did. You wanted to drag Fire into this? You better hope you live to regret it. You better keep your precious sister far the fuck away from the OOWF Little Alex. The next time she steps foot in an OOWF Arena, I will make what you did to us look like fucking childs play. Now…….just to prove that you are not the only one fond of leaving their mark, never mind that I did it long before you were anything more than a curtain jerking pretty boy in Japan……

<Moose pulls a switch blade out of his pocket and tears Darling’s shirt open and holds the knife to his chest, right at his heart. Moose has a wild look in his eyes, and for the first time we see a look of……concern……on Darling’s face. Moose snarls and carves a “Q” on Darling’s chest. Darling refuses to scream, but he tenses with pain and grunts loudly. The blood from his face drips down and mixes with the blood pouring from his chest. Finally, we hear someone yelling from across the parking lot. OOWF security is on its way>

MHJ: This will never be over Darling. Trust me

<Moose walks away as security gets there. They cut Darling down and he is left lying on the ground gasping for air>

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland and Samantha Darling-Moreland are watching OOWF-TV and see the beatdown*

DM: Wow. That's a brutal beating.

SDM: No kidding. With a branding and everything.

DM: Clearly, this is personal.

SDM: Clearly. It was nice of Moose to defend his sister.

DM: It was. And so quickly too!

SDM: I know. Alexander didn't even have a chance to breathe between the kidnapping and that beating.

DM: I know. Hey honey, big game in the Big East Tournament tonight.

SDM: I know. Syracuse is totally gonna crush Georgetown.

DM: I love the conference tournaments.

SDM: And then Selection Sunday this Sunday.

DM: I know. And after THAT is supposed to be that 30 in 30 movie, the Reggie Miller one?

SDM: Reggie Miller's a scumbag, but hey, at least he's not on the Knicks.

*Moonbeam wanders in from the other room*

SFJ420: Dudes, don't forget to set your clocks ahead this week.

DM: Oh wow. I totally forgot. Thanks, Moonbeam.

SFJ420: No problem man. Hey, did you see if RVD is gonna be on Impact this week? I LOVE RVD.

DM: No kidding?

SDM: Dunno. I didn't read the spoilers. Hard to imagine he'll come back after such a brutal beatdown on Impact this Monday. Speaking of brutal, you wanna watch RAW this Monday?

DM: Why in the blue fuck would I ever watch RAW?

SDM: Stone Cold Steve Austin is hosting. And Bret Hart is supp...you're right. Forget I said anything.

DM: I will. You just get everything ready for St. Patrick's Day. I can't wait.

SFJ420: I am SO gonna get my drink on!

DM: Again, shocking.

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

(Ecosystem, storming away from the booing fans and entering the backstage area, comes upon a large mass of security guards buzzing around a stretcher.)

Eco: What's going on?

Guard #1: Alexander got assaulted.

Eco: People always get assaulted. What's the problem?

Guard #2: There's a pileup on the highway. Ambulances can't get through.

Eco: So we take our ambulance on call and we take the long way around. What's the problem?

(All the guards shift their feet and mumble.)

Eco: What?

Guard #3: Well...um, well...it's uh, five days before the event and...

Eco: And?

Guard #3: We don't have an ambulance on standby yet...

Eco: Really?

(Eco looks at the bloodied Alexander.)

Eco: So you're stranded.

Guard #4: One of the guys is looking for a first aid kit, at least.

(Eco looks back to Alexander. The bleeding has slowed, but not stopped.)

Eco: I'm not happy about this...

(Eco reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, handing them to Guard #3.)

Eco: These are the keys to my rental. It's a 2008 Chrysler minivan, bright red, fifth aisle. Put him in the back, but put the chairs down so he can lie down and put a sheet down so you don't get blood in my car. You can take a sheet from the back, along with gauze and a first aid kit for his chest. The gash is huge, so your first priority is stopping the bleeding. My number is 203-555-0192. Call me when you get back. I expect to have the car back by 8 PM. Understand?

(Guard #3 nods.)

Eco: Good. Go.

(The guards look around.)

Eco: GO!

(The guards all hustle off, rolling Alexander off to Eco's car.)

Eco: (sighs) They better remember the sheet...(pocket buzzes.)...text?

(Eco reads his phone.)

Eco: 2 missed calls, Firewoman.

(Eco dials his phone as we...)

FADE

[mooseheadjack]

Firewoman and Lucky are WALKING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. Lucky has a bunch of papers in his hand, looking through them.

L: I'm just saying there's no loophole, save for career ending injury, and even then you're kinda on the hook for appearances and what-not.

FW: Damn.

L: Didn't you read this?

FW: Alexis was in charge of all that.

L: Figures....

They round a corner and come face to face with Davin Moreland and entourage, fresh from the arena.

DM: .... saying that I haven't gained that much, so LD can go.....oh...hey, Fire.

FW: Davin.

Firewoman's eyes lock on Samantha Darling-Moreland, who has joined her husband.

DM: So.....doing well? Stitches okay?

FW: Yeah. Fine. No thanks to the Darlings.

Samantha looks around nervously.

DM: Well, not all the--

FW: Really, Davin? Cos I think you need to ask your lovely wife there a few questions.

SDM: C'mon, honey, let's go. Glad to see you up and around, Fire--

FW: You should ask her how she knew to have her cell phone at the ready for when her psychotic brother was done with me.

SDM: Don't....don't be silly, I always have my--

FW: And how she knew which of the several warehouses in the area--

SDM: Alex told me when he called, that's all and--

FW: And where Alex got the syringe he used and the drugs to put me out.

Samantha opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it. Fire smirks, as Davin looks between her, and Samantha, and back again.

FW: I mean, those weren't exactly over the counter, and while Alex is many, many despicable things, one thing neither he nor Alexis have ever been good at finding their own illicit substances. They always had you for that, right Sammie-kins?

SDM: I .... I didn't know what....he didn't tell--

FW: You didn't ask, either, did you.

Firewoman advances and Davin steps between her and Samantha, and things could take a turn for the worse, when Ecosystem steps from nowhere between everyone.

Eco: Hey, guys. Fire, I've been trying to return your messages, why don't we go somewhere and talk.

FW: I'm kinda busy here, Eco.

Eco: I see that. But that can wait right? Davin, why don't you and the Mrs. go along your way, I'm sure you have a lot to talk about.

Davin weighs his options for a moment, then nods, looks at Samantha, who looks away. They head down hall away from Fire, Eco,and Lucky.

FW: What are you doing?

Eco: I've told you. I'm here to help.

FW: I don't need your help. I changed my mind.

Eco: Really? Because your brother just nearly destroyed Darling in the parking lot. I had him sent to the hospital in my mini-van, if you care.

FW: Why would I care.....wait....you drive a minivan?

Eco: Focus. There's a better way, Fire. This doesn't have to escalate to the point where someone actually does die.

FW: Talk to Moose and Alex, they're the ones bent on destroying each other. I just don't care about it anymore.

Eco: Ah, but yes, you do....you may not feel it right now, but I saw it in your eyes when you saw Samantha. You're injured...traumatized...but that will pass, and then you'll be back on the path that started this all in the first place. So this is it, Fire. This is my opportunity to get through to you. This is the crossroads, those are important to you right? Right now you can decide....do you want to stay on the road to destruction and ruin, taking down those you love with you? Or do you want a different way. A way you can still do what you love, and be around to enjoy it for years to come? A way that you don't have to come up with ways to explain yourself to your fiance every week?

FW: I don't explain--

Eco: Whatever....this is it, right here. Choose now.

Fire looks at Eco for a minute, then at Lucky, who shrugs. She looks down, up, every direction except at Ecosystem, and then finally does raise her eyes to meet him.

FW: Okay.

Eco: Really?

FW: Yeah....

Eco: This isn't a--

FW: I could change my mind again.

Eco: Okay....I think you'll see you've made the right choice. You can be a shining example of hope to....what?

FW: If you're going to talk like that, this isn't going to last long. So...what now?

Eco: We'll be in touch soon...

FW: Uh huh.....I don't have to shave my head or get fake boobs do I?

Eco: What? No, that's just silly.

FW: Okay.

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack is carrying a chair and approaching Davin. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head and walks away. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack*

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*As Davin Moreland is STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head and walks away. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack*

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head and walks away. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack*

*fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack is carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics

P: What?

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*Voltage wanders into the frame. People look shocked.*

E: Um...I thought you were dead.

V: Well, I was. Am. Whatever. Anyway, I happened to catch this and, well, I just KNEW I had to be a part of it.

S: You always were an attention whore.

P: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

LD: Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

V: So...who's the champs?

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*Voltage wanders into the frame. People look shocked.*

E: Um...I thought you were dead.

V: Well, I was. Am. Whatever. Anyway, I happened to catch this and, well, I just KNEW I had to be a part of it.

S: You always were an attention whore.

P: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

LD: Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

V: So...who's the champs?

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<Just then Moose walks into the hall sipping a coffee and HEARTPUNCHES Voltage. Voltage slumps to the floor>

P: HOW. THE. FUCK.

LD: Wrestling physics

P: No.......No don't tell me that again.....

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*Voltage wanders into the frame. People look shocked.*

E: Um...I thought you were dead.

V: Well, I was. Am. Whatever. Anyway, I happened to catch this and, well, I just KNEW I had to be a part of it.

S: You always were an attention whore.

P: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

LD: Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

V: So...who's the champs?

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<Just then Moose walks into the hall sipping a coffee and HEARTPUNCHES Voltage. Voltage slumps to the floor>

P: HOW. THE. FUCK.

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: No.......No don't tell me that again.....

*Davin and Curt Schilling come into frame carrying Dunkin' Donuts coffees.*

C'TGG'S: Hey guys, what's going on?

*They look over as Moosehead Jack is walking away after another vicious chair shot*

P: But how are...

LD: Wrestling Phy-

P: STOP SAYING THAT!

DM: Hey Moose. How's it going?

MHJ: Ah pretty good, yourself?

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*Voltage wanders into the frame. People look shocked.*

E: Um...I thought you were dead.

V: Well, I was. Am. Whatever. Anyway, I happened to catch this and, well, I just KNEW I had to be a part of it.

S: You always were an attention whore.

P: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

LD: Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

V: So...who's the champs?

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<Just then Moose walks into the hall sipping a coffee and HEARTPUNCHES Voltage. Voltage slumps to the floor>

P: HOW. THE. FUCK.

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: No.......No don't tell me that again.....

*Davin and Curt Schilling come into frame carrying Dunkin' Donuts coffees.*

C'TGG'S: Hey guys, what's going on?

*They look over as Moosehead Jack is walking away after another vicious chair shot*

P: But how are...

LD: Wrestling Phy-

P: STOP SAYING THAT!

DM: Hey Moose. How's it going?

MHJ: Ah pretty good, yourself? Hey Curt.

DM: You know we have a match this week

MHJ: Yeah I saw that. Way to bring it with that lame ass promo

DM: How many times are you going to hit me with that chair?

MHJ: How many times are you going to no-sell it?

<There is a quiet pause between them and they look around uncomfortably while Poe just stares at them. Suddenly, Davin throws his coffee in Moose's face. Moose bellows in pain and the two of them brawl down the hallway>

SDM: What the hell is going on here?

P: I wish I knew

*fade, again*

[mooseheadjack]

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<From further down the Hallway of Random Encounters, Stank and LD Williams are watching>

LD: What the hell is going on here?

S: Oh shit, not this again.

*Poe approaches from the direction of Chamber V*

P: Not what again?

LD: Oh, you weren't here last time, were you?

P: Why is Moose repeatedly hitting Davin with a chair? And why isn't Davin dead?

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: What?

S: Wrestling physics. See? Moose hits Davin, Davin no-sells. Wrestling physics.

P: But why does it keep happening?

*Ecosystem rounds the corner, looks at Davin take another chair shot, and Moose walking away*

E: Oh no. Not another one.

P: Wait, Davin no sells all the time, believe me I know, but this doesn't make sense

E: If a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?

P: What?

S: If a wrestler gets hit with a chair, and no-sells it, did it ever really happen?

*Voltage wanders into the frame. People look shocked.*

E: Um...I thought you were dead.

V: Well, I was. Am. Whatever. Anyway, I happened to catch this and, well, I just KNEW I had to be a part of it.

S: You always were an attention whore.

P: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!

LD: Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

V: So...who's the champs?

*Davin Moreland is still STANDING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters. From the shadows, Moosehead Jack returns carrying a chair and approaching Davin again. Suddenly, he WAFFLES Davin with a chair shot to the head, again and walks away, again. Davin shakes his head a few times, completing the no-sell of the chair shot, again*

DM: Moosehead Jack! I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard, Moosehead Jack!

*Davin shakes his fist in the general direction of Moosehead Jack, again*

<Just then Moose walks into the hall sipping a coffee and HEARTPUNCHES Voltage. Voltage slumps to the floor>

P: HOW. THE. FUCK.

LD: Wrestling physics.

P: No.......No don't tell me that again.....

*Davin and Curt Schilling come into frame carrying Dunkin' Donuts coffees.*

C'TGG'S: Hey guys, what's going on?

*They look over as Moosehead Jack is walking away after another vicious chair shot*

P: But how are...

LD: Wrestling Phy-

P: STOP SAYING THAT!

DM: Hey Moose. How's it going?

MHJ: Ah pretty good, yourself? Hey Curt.

DM: You know we have a match this week.

MHJ: Yeah I saw that. Way to bring it with that lame ass promo.

DM: How many times are you going to hit me with that chair?

MHJ: How many times are you going to no-sell it?

<There is a quiet pause between them and they look around uncomfortably while Poe just stares at them. Suddenly, Davin throws his coffee in Moose's face. Moose bellows in pain and the two of them brawl down the hallway>

SDM: What the hell is going on here?

P: I wish I knew.

LD: Wrestling -

P: So help me, say it again, and you're eating a Hieroglyph.

S: So touchy. He's just answering your question.

E: Yeah, it's Wrestling Physics. Don't you read the archives?

*We hear lots of loud clanging as Davin and Moose have apparently found their way into the kitchen*

DM: *from the kitchen* I am NOT doing the hot oil spot again this time!

MHJ: *also from the kitchen* I am NOT doing the grill spot!

SDM: This is just...

*Suddenly Samantha Darling-Moreland goes sprinting by*

SDM: STOP IT YOU TWO! YOU'VE GOT A MATCH!

*fade, again*