Midweek Mayhem (08/18) Live! From Chichi Jima, Jap

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<GM the Rick is cornered by his door by a throng of Japanese reporters, all asking him about the status of Moosehead Jack and Alexander Darling>

GMtR: Right now, we don't know anything as to the extent, or severity of their injuries. They are both currently still being examined, we will update you when we get information

<Rick slips into his office, then a second later opens the door just a crack and slaps next week's lineup on the door and slams it again>

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Chichi Jima, Japan

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
The Dead vs. Poe

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Nothing Happened vs. Valor

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Stan Fulton

Firewoman & Stank vs. Drink & Destroy
Chad Madison vs. J-P Sparxx
DEVILS vs. Chris Evans & Ravenna Blue
Matt Folz vs. Bryce Larson
Mr. E vs. Dr. Infieri

card subject to cannibalism

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It is madness at the Beppo Medical Center. Firewoman is in the ER and appears to be filling out forms, although she appears very shell shocked.

Lucky: I think you should get checked out is all--

FW: I will, but right now I have to fill out this stuff for Moose because I'm his relative. I don't even know the answers to half of these.

L: Um, yeah, well, when you're done with that....there's something else...

FW: You'll just have to handle it, Lucky, I'm not in the mood for stupid wrestling business stuff.

L: But .... you're burnt. And there's this other, uh...small detail.

A hospital orderly comes into the waiting room.

HO: Ms. Darling? Ms. Darling?

Alexis Darling comes rushing in.

LD: Yes. Yes, I'm here! Where is he?

HO: Oh...no...not you Ms. Darling. Other Ms. Darling....

LD: Huh?

HO2: His English isn't so good. He means "Mrs. Darling."

LD: Who the hell is.......oh......

Alexis walks up to Firewoman.

FW: Not now, Lexie.

LD: No...this is important.

FW: I have to make sure Moose is okay, and I have to fill out all these next of kin forms.

LD: Well, good, you have practice. Because you have another set to fill out.

FW: Huh?

L: That's what I'm trying to tell you. You're technically Alex's next of kin. So you have to--

FW: I have to take care of this stuff for Moose AND Alex?

L: Yep.

Firewoman looks at Alexis, who looks at Firewoman.

LD: You have to. They won't let me.

FW: But....

LD: Look....*she lowers her voice* ...it's fine.....I mean.....you know him.....you'll do the right thing.

Firewoman nods, looking even more shell shocked, and takes the other clipboard from the orderly.

LD: And then please get yourself checked out. Neither of them would want you to ignore--

FW: Fine...I will.....in a minute...

[BookerShark]

*Let's say this happens like an hour before Fire's promo*

*Still in Beppo, Davin, Alexis, Samantha and Moonbeam are all IN A HURRY to get to the hospital. Alexis and Davin are still in their ring gear. Suddenly, a throng of hundreds of reporters crowd around Davin.*

LD: The Fuck?

DM: Oh yeah. Hey, you guys go, I'll meet you there.

LD: K.

*Alexis, Samantha, and Moonbeam all make their way through the shouting crowd of reporters, leaving just Davin. Suddenly there's a young girl yelling from the other side of the crowd*

YGY: DAVIN-SAN!

DM: *recognizes the voice* LET HER THROUGH! LET HER THROUGH!

*She gets to Davin jumps up and gives him a big hug. They chatter a bit in Japanese, and the camera pulls back to reveal Dramatic Dream Team Superstar - President Ramu. The flashbulbs light up as the throng of reporters start shouting questions again. Davin ignores them and starts talking*

DM: Hold on, hold on. First, I want to thank Valor for a good, clean match. Hopefully we can except the same thing for the return match...NEXT WEEK! RIGHT HERE ON MAYHEM!

*Cheap Pops from the reporters*

DM: First I want to thank a dear friend of mine for coming tonight. You may recognize her. I did a lot of jobbing in my brief time in DDT, but she made it all worth while. Your own, President Ramu.

*Big pop for Ramu*

DM: Thanks for coming, Ramu. Let me just make a quick statement, and then I have to be on my way. Tonight's win not only made me the 4th Grand Slam Champion in OOWF History, but the first 6-Pack Champion: 11 Times Iron Person Heavy Metal DDT. 4 Times Campeonas de Trios. 2 Times Onslaught, 1 Time Intercontinental and 3-time, 3-time, 3-time World Heavyweight Champion. I'd like to express my feelings using a quote from a favorite baseball player of mine, upon breaking the all-time steals record...

DM: Today...Davin Moreland...is the greatest of all time. Thank you.

*With that, he puts his arm around Ramu to guide her through the reporters on the way to the hospital.*

*fade*

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*Fade in to Beppo Medical*

Alexander: Beep beep beep beep beep cough cough gurgle beep beep beepbeepbeepbeeeeeeeeee

*Fade* [

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[OOC: Darn it, dev...]

Firewoman is outside a hospital room, listening to a doctor talk in Japanese. We won't bother to translate save that it appears to be very serious. She also appears to have been checked out herself, with some bandages where the burns are, and fresh tape for her ribs. She thanks the doctor and turns to Lucky.

FW: Same as the other...lots of blood loss...we'll just have to wait and see. I guess I can run back down the stairs......

L: Why don't you just rest.

FW: Rest where? I have to be available for both sets of doctors, and Alex is on four while Moose is here. Unless....

Firewoman grabs an orderly and talks to him in Japanese. They go back and forth for a bit, and he nods and leaves.

FW: Problem solved. *She dials a number on her cell phone*

L: Um, how?

Time passes and we see a gurney with an unconscious Alexander Darling connected with tubes and machines being wheeled into the room, next to a similarly unconscious Moosehead Jack, also with tubes and machines. Both heart monitors are beeping. Another orderly comes in with a cot and puts it in between the beds.

L: I don't think this is a great idea.

FW: I don't give a fuck. This is the only way this is going to work. *Two Japanese men in business suits come in, and they bow. Firewoman bows back* Okay...outside this door. The only ones allowed in or out are me and hospital staff. No one else.

*They nod and leave*

L: Are you INSANE?

FW: Quite possibly. Get out.

L: Wait, me too?

FW: Yes. They need their rest to recuperate, and I'm going to make sure they get it. If anyone does get past my Yakuza friends out there, they will....

There's a commotion and Fire is outside and comes face to face with Alexis.

LD: These goons won't let me in. I heard his heart monitor failed, and why is he up here?

FW: A wire came loose. I moved him up here and I told them to keep everyone except me out.

LD: What?

FW: Stay away. I mean it.

LD: You can't tell me.....

Fire completely and totally flips out. She over turns a tray of food and another tray of surgical equipment someone has left out. She grabs a scalpel and drives Alexis back against the wall.

FW: I CAN AND I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT. IT IS MY DECISION AND I AM DECIDING THEY GET SOME PEACE AND FUCKING QUIET SO YOU CAN WHINE ALL YOU WANT BUT THIS IS THE WAY IT IS!

Firewoman stabs the scalpel into the wall by Alexis's head and goes back into the room, shutting the door softly. Alexis starts to follow but Lucky stops her.

L: I'll talk to her. Just...give it a minute.

LD: You better, Lucky.

We switch camera angles and we are inside the room. Fire stands looking back and forth between the two beds, with the monitors beeping.

FW: Okay, boys. You wanted me to choose, but Davin reminded me there's a third option, and that is to not choose at all. So sleep tight.

Fire curls up on her cot and stares at the television, not really watching it.

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*Davin is CARRYING~! a tray of Duncan Hills coffee. Alexis, Samantha, Ramu and Moonbeam are all there*

SDM: She's not going to let you in.

DM: She will. It will be fine.

LD: Davin, she wouldn't let ME in. She's not letting you in.

SFJ420: Dude, this is a bad idea, man.

Ramu: *something in Japanese*

DM: We'll see. My phone's on. If you don't hear from me in an hour, come looking for me.

*He leaves, picks up a steel chair, and happens upon the Yakuza guards. Davin TOWERS over these two ruffians, and they really don't want to fight him.*

DM: Hey guys...Ramu is over there *points* maybe she'll sign something for you.

*They run out of there. Davin knocks on the door. The door cracks open. It's Firewoman*

FW: Go away.

DM: I brought Duncan Hills

FW: Leave it at the door and I'll get it later. Where are the Yakuza Guards anyway?

DM: I sent them to get an autograph from Ramu.

FW: Resourceful. Now, if you don't mind...

DM: Remember that whole "you're not alone" thing?

*Time passes, but without saying anything, Fire opens the door. Davin hands her the tray of Duncan Hills, while grabbing his steel chair....then opening it and sitting on it.*

FW: So...why did you bring me Duncan Hills? Aren't you going to get in trouble?

DM: First, I've made Dunkin' Donuts so much money that I doubt they care. Second, Duncan Hills is just so...so....

FW: *half-smiling* Metal?

DM: Yes. Metal.

*They sip some coffee and look over Moose and Alexander, quietly for a bit.*

FW: How's your Mom?

*fade*

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<Not long after Davin disappears inside, Alexis gets a call. >

AD: What? No. She's kicked everyone out. Who do you think? Yeah, she's got them both in the room together....I know. Fourth floor. I'm telling you, she's not letting you in.

<She hangs up and shakes her head. A few minutes later, Ravenna appears, carrying two grocery bags. She looks around those gathered. >

AD: It's your funeral.

<Ravenna walks over to the hospital room door and looks through the window in at the two beds lying next to each other. She sets the bags on the ground and walks back towards Alexis.>

RB: Alexis, you want to see your brother?

AD: Not if it is going to cause a war.

RB: Come with me, I have an idea.

<The two women head back towards the elevator as the camera fades out. >

<Fade back in on a grainy security video of the Quinn/Darling hospital room.>

AD: Is this the best we got?

RB: If you don't want to start a fight, then yes.

AD: What right does she have? I'm his fucking sister. She has no damned right to keep me out.

RB: Alexis, take a breath. Think about Alex. Right now, we have to check our egos and let the two of them heal. There will be plenty of time to get in there.

AD: This is still bullshit, but I'm not going to fight her on this. He needs to get better.

<Ravenna sits in a chair and scoots it up to the screen.>

RB: They both do.

AD: Fuck Moose.

RB: This won't ever be over until the two of them get past this. And if Fire's the way to do it, we should let her try. Or they really will end up killing each other.

AD: We'll see about that.

<fade>

[BookerShark]

COLD OPEN on The Crusher Stan Fulton standing. Just standing. There isn’t enough light to tell where he is or if there’s anyone around him. He’s wearing a XXXXL size shirt now so you can see the “S” on the front.

“How are your ribs, Lisa? Can I call you Lisa? No? Well, okay then. Miss Firewoman... Champ... but we cannot say invincible at all. We cannot say however that you’re currently better than me. You may have gotten the win, but you had to use a ref bump and cheap shot to get it.

“But I think I had the last laugh. Didn’t expect that I would have so many friends, did you? Didn’t expect I would put your sorry ass through a flaming table. The retribution has begun. The devils have been unleashed from the deepest layers of the Abyss.”

At those words, Eco appears out of the darkness to stand in front of The Crusher.

“And where this man tells me to go, I will go. I will hurt who he tells me to hurt. And if anyone thinks they can get to him, they’ll have to go through me first.

“And LD Williams, you have one of the titles that DEVILS are looking to acquire. My Onslaught Title. And after what your dear, sweet mother has done, you’re going to wish I was still on my own.

“For now, my retribution is manifest in DEVILS. To paraphrase Baron Friedrich von Logau,
’Through the mills of DEVILS grind slowly,
yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience we stand waiting,
with exactness grind we all.’

“You’re going to be ground down, LD Williams. You’re on your own; Moose is near death, Firewoman is barely able to stand or breathe. Poe & Stank are barely talking to one another.

“You can thank your beloved mother for this, LD Williams. Her actions have tipped the scales and pushed me to this.

“Eco, let’s get this done.

“LD Williams, enjoy the pain.”

FADE OUT

[BookerShark]

We see the members of D&D sitting in a common area of the Destroyatorium. OBJ is having a drink at the bar, DVD is looking through some paperwork and DDT is watching OOWF TV. A frown passes over Taylor's face, and he pauses the video. He flings the remote across the room smashing it against the wall. DVD looks up from his papers, and even Jack glances over from the bar.

DVD: What's the problem big guy?

DDT points at the screen, where we see Ravenna Blue staring at the hospital monitors of Moosehead Jack. DDT lets out a sigh and throws his hands up in exasperation.

DVD: Yeah, more of as The Quinns turn eh.
(DVD shakes his head in disgust)

OBJ: What's that all about then.

DVD: Look in the last month, me and Wally have both been hospitalised, and Spin has been put on the shelf probally permanently and not once did any of these so called "heroes" come bye to even express sympathy, let alone see if we were all right.

OBJ: True.

DVD: Now look, that psycopath Moose puts himself in the hospital, and every Tom, Davin and Ravenna comes running to make sure him and poor widdle Fire are gonna be okay.

DDT spits on the gound at the mention of this.

OBJ: In Morelands defense he is the Quinns cousin.

DDT pounds his fist on the table and scowls.

DVD: I agree with Danny, we've both got family that sucks. Just because you are related doesn't mean you need to be friends. Look this week we go up against Stank, and Firewoman is his partner.

OBJ: And she's gonna be angry.

DVD: Yeah, and I know what she'll say, she will need an outlet for that anger. Well I say Bullshit, She's gonna be distracted. Jericho, Moose,...(slight pause) Darling. They will all be on her mind, but us, we've never been more focused.

DDT nods in agreement.

DVD: Firewomans wedding was ruined because she got drunk and screwed up, I say good. Moose is hopitalised because he went over the deep end, I say good. Poe and LD are questioning their alliance because teamates are losing it, I say good. Stank is going crazy because we refuse to roll over and die, to that I say great.

OBJ and DDT both smile at that remark.

DVD: The five are self destructing over there own ego's. All the people who have been talking for months about wanting to take them down should be cheering this on, instead they are kissing there asses. I just don't get it.

OBJ: Me neither mate.

DVD: Well not us, we haven't been talking about taking it to the five, we have been actually taking it to the five. We are destroying the five, and if you aren't helping us take them out, we'll destroy you too.

OBJ: (belches) That's Austrailian for I couldn't have said it better myself.

As the camera zooms in we see DDT simply mouth the word BOOM.

Fade

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Fade into the very large hospital room. Two much larger guards have replaced the ones Davin scared away, and Davin has apparently been sitting up with Firewoman all night.

DM: Why don't you take a break? Go out and take a walk.

Firewoman doesn't answer, but gets up and goes to stand over near Alexander. She looks down at him, with the beeping of the heart monitor in the background, and adjusts his blanket and pillow. She talks to Davin without looking up.

FW: Is it foggy in here?

DM: Huh?

FW: Foggy? No? Must just be me.

DM: Yeah...uh...look, take a break.

FW: No. I have to make sure they don't kill each other.

DM: Oh wow...I wish I had Dr. Sid on speed dial....look, Fire, they're going to be out for a while. No killing. And I'll watch.

FW: No, it has to be me.

DM: *sigh*.....well, how 'bout we let Lucky in? He's got this week's card for us, and--

FW: Lucky isn't family. Only family.

DM: But you let me in....

FW: You're family.

Firewoman slowly walks over to Moose's bed and does the same thing, never looking up.

DM: Really? You believe me?

FW: Yes. Moose will, too. If...

DM: Okay, so ... just family. That's good. You know who is family? Alexis is family. She can come in right?

FW: ......

DM: So, I'm just going to open the door, and let her in, okay?

FW: Okay.

DM: Really? Okay....

Davin cautiously goes over to the door, opens it, and motions for Lexie to come in.

LD: How'd you--

DM: I don't know, but just don't fuck it up. Something is very wrong.

LD: Hey, Fire.

FW: Hi Lexie.

LD: Um.....Lucky wanted you to see this. It's the run sheet for next week, but Rick said he understands if you need to be here.

Fire takes it and looks at it, and then looks blankly at Davin then Lexie.

FW: No, I'll be there. I'll just fly in for the match then fly back here on Poe's jet.

DM: Do you think he'll let you?

FW: *face still blank, but somehow darker* I don't think he has much choice. Neither of these two would want me to not do my job. I'll be there.

LD: Ok.

Alexis goes over to Alex's bed, while Fire watches her tensely.

DM: Okay, we're both here. If you won't walk, why don't you lay down and get some sleep, okay? We'll um...make sure they don't hurt each other.

LD: Huh?

FW: Okay.

Davin gives Lexie the international sign for "just play along" and Firewoman lays down on the cot and falls asleep in less than a second.

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**L.D. Williams steps out of the arena and is not hounded by reporters. Instead, he is approached by SFJ#5, microphone in hand.**

LDW: “Seriously?”

SFJ#5: “The rest of the Five are…unavailable.”

LDW: “Diplomatic. Fine, ask away.”

SFJ#5: “This week you’re defending against Stan Fulton, who-”

LDW: “I know what he did. Stan, you keep harping on what Ma supposedly did to the Sheik. Well, if she did kill him…


…he’s the lucky one.

Congratulations Stan. I’ve been here since they opened the doors of the OOWF, and not once have I taken anything personally. Not Once. At least your next of kin will be able to say you were the first. Going after Fire to send me a message? A bad idea at any time, but now?…

Let me give you a little tour of my mindset, Stan. I’ve watched my best friend slowly lose his mind, and now perhaps his career, or even his life. The woman I consider my sister is so distraught she’s forgotten that not all family is blood. Stank is lost in obsession over Drink & Destroy, and Poe…is Poe again. So you’re right - I’m all alone. What you don’t seem to grasp… is I like it that way.

Stan, I’m not psychotic like Moose. I’m not as twisted as Fire, or Poe. I don’t obsess like Stank. I’m the sane man in the midst of maniacs, you might say. Let me make this clear - I am always, always in control. Whatever happens, Stan, will be intentional.

Let me show you something…”

**Williams reaches into his bag and pulls out the Onslaught Championship. The camera zooms in on the nameplate, which says ‘Stan Fulton‘.**

LDW: “I had it changed in anticipation of our match this week. One of the tenets of the Onslaught division is that the title can change hands on a disqualification. Wednesday night, I intend to make Moosehead Jack cringe.

I know what you’re thinking - You’ve managed to get under my skin. Maybe so. Like I said, congratulations. Your reward is to meet the real L.D. Williams - and you will Fear Me.”

[BookerShark]

Time has passed. Lexie stretches and yawns and stands.

LD: I'm taking a walk. She still out?

DM: Yeah.

LD: Good. I don't think I've ever seen her sleep. Doze, yes, but not sleep.

DM: Even when you two.....

LD: Yep. So...coming with me?

DM: I could use the stretch of the legs but..... I don't think I should ...

LD: Oh, c'mon....She'll probably sleep for a few hours. Even when she's awake, she's calm.

DM: You don't see anything wrong with that?

LD: Why would I?

DM: Okay...fine....

Alexis and Davin walk out the door, and they run into Ravenna Blue, who is carrying yet another bag.

RB: Hi. How are they.

LD: About the same. What's that?

RB: Just a sandwich for Fire. I figure she hasn't eaten, and Ric said this was her favorite so....

Davin rolls his eyes, but Lexie smiles.

LD: Golly, that's sweet. You can probably just set it in there. The guards here will let you, won't you boys? We're taking a much needed break. Fire's sleeping, but don't stay too long.

RB: I won't.

Davin and Lexie walk down the hall and Ravenna comes in, sitting the bag down on a table. She walks over to Moose's bed, quietly, looks down and moves a hair strand away from his face. She sighs and then walks over to Alexander's bed, being very careful to keep her eyes on Firewoman and see that she isn't awake. She successfully passes and turns to Alexander. She sighs again, pats his hand, and turns to leave. She gets almost to the door, when she hears...

FW: You forgot someone.

Ravenna turns around and eats a palm-heel right to the face. The force knocks her backward through the door, and blood from her nose goes everywhere. Fire turns to the yakuza guards.

FW: You call this guarding? Is she on the list? No.

Fire punctuates that with kicks to Ravenna's ribs. She picks her up by the hair and wrenches her bad arm behind her back, running her face first into the wall.

FW: Gee, it's awfully swell that you are bringing me care packages, Rav. But I don't need them. My brother doesn't need them, and my husband doesn't need them.

*She scrapes Ravenna's face against the cinder block wall back and forth with each sentence, smearing blood on the white paint.*

Although I'm glad you stopped by.

*She picks her up by the arm and hair, and throws her across the hall way.*

You can tell your goody-two-shoes facy friends, IF they care to check on you, that I don't care what they think or what they say. I care that they will be lying lifeless at my feet Wednesday night.

*She kicks Ravenna again.*

I care that their blood will soak into the canvas.

*kick*

Because then I can be done with them and back here where I belong, instead of playing games with them.

*kick*

And as for you, "Crusher." Yeah, I cheated. Big shock. We're heels. But you know why? Because you got distracted, and gave me the perfect opportunity. And I took it. Rookie mistake, but mistake nonetheless. I warned you not to drop your guard with me. Whine all you want, but it still scores as a win in the record books.

Ravenna groans and Fire remember she's there. She grabs her by the throat and lifts her up, then choke slams her onto a gurney. Ravenna hits it then bounces off and hits the floor.

You can be all proud of the aftermath if you like. Yeah, you have friends. Good thing, since you couldn't get the job done by yourself.

Firewoman goes over to the heap that used to be Ravenna, and lifts her head up by the hair again.

I guess it's true what they say, eh Rav? Size really DOESN'T matter.

Firewoman picks Ravenna up, hooks her harms, and hits a snap, double hook DDT. Hospital orderlies finally come and pull Firewoman off, but she has the strength of a crazy person and pushes them away. Davin and Lexie walk casually up with their coffee, then see what is going on.

FW: That's it. No one's in. Not even you two.

*she looks at the two yakuza guards and says something in Japanese that visibly shakes them.*

Firewoman goes back into Moose and Alex's room.

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<Moose stirs a little and opens his eyes and groans in pain. After a few more seconds, his vision clears and he sees Fire standing next to his bed>

MHJ: Is he dead?

FW: No

<Moose tries to get up out of the bed but quickly realizes that he is restrained to the bed>

FW: Where are you going?

MHJ: To finish the job. Where is he?

FW: Right here

MHJ: Why the fuck am I restrained to the bed?

FW: Because he is right here

MHJ: Unhook me so I can finish the job

FW: No

MHJ: Fire.......

FW: NO! NOT A FUCKING CHANCE! NOW JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LAY THERE AND GET BETTER!

<Moose sees that Fire is seething with rage. He looks over at Darling and snarls, but decided not to press his luck with Fire any further.>

MHJ: Fine. Have it your wa.......is he breathing? I think he has stopped breathing! You better check!

<Fire turns and puts her hand on Darling's chest, a referee bursts through the door....ONE.....TWO....THREE! WINNER and NEW DDT IRONMAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION - FIREWOMAN! The referee hands Fire the title and quickly disappears. Fire turns around to Moose who is laughing maniacally, which triggers a coughing fit. Moose coughs up some blood, and his eyes roll back into his head and he loses consciousness once again. Fire looks at the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title and tosses it on her cot and glares at the now unconscious Moose and shakes her head>

FW: Asshole

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem, Tyler Vangarde and Dr. Infieri walk into the Destroyitarium where Outback Jack, DDT and DVD are drinking, watching the television.

Vangarde: Still watching the soap opera?

OBJ: DVD is calling it "As The Quinns Turn"

Dr. Infieri: Ha! Capital! Clever turn of phrase, old boy

Infieri slaps DVD on the back, who looks pissed.

DVD: So you three show up here right after Fulton signs up with you guys--

Eco: Hold on. I didn't mean that to be a competition. You guys made that a competition. Fulton finding the help he needs with me and my team changes nothing for how he feels about you two. Heck, if it was some kind of wrestling competition, you boys would have won his services after you beat me and Tyler pretty soundly the other night, right?

Eco smiles at DDT. DDT glowers at Eco.

Eco: Taylor, I got your text. I understand how you feel about handling your own business. And honestly, if you're morally uncomfortable with what I'm doing, I won't bother you anymore. Even if I was just handing Fire back what she handed me, I can understand how it might look...unseemly.

But you talk about these so-called heroes who won't stand up for you all, can't bring themselves to care about Drink and Destroy. Mind you, I don't necessarily think they're hypocrites...I think they're just (he almost spits the word out) ditherers. People who think so much they forget to act, who wonder if a stern talking-to is too harsh a response for cutting up a child's face.

Vangarde: (cutting in) Look, we're not asking for you to fall in line with us or start bowing to Eco. Dead and Stan certainly haven't. You want to destroy the Five. We want to destroy the Five---frankly, to put young men like DDT here in the driver's seat instead of the old fogies.

Infieri: Quite so. Those ancient antagonists have had quite the deleterious impact on this establishment as of late.

Eco: Jack, Deniro, Taylor. I don't ask you to think us good men or honest men. But we are loyal. Above all else, I know that's what Drink and Destroy values. We will continue to pursue the Five on our own terms. But as you know...

The Dead, Bryce Larson, Lauren Phoenix and Stan Fulton appear in the doorway. Fulton nods to Jack.

Eco: ...we are always looking for new friends.

DEVILS exits.

FADE

[BookerShark]

As the members of DEVILS leave the destroyatorium, the ninjacam's remain. Outback Jack continues drinking his beer, but a darkness has creeped into his eyes. DDT gets up and heads towards the door, but DVD reaches out an arm stopping him.

DVD: Not now Danny.

DDT looks down at DVD his brow furrowing.

DVD: Don't get me wrong, I don't trust that man as far as Spencer can throw him, but at the moment they aren't our problem.

DVD stares at the door for a moment before continuing.

DVD: That man really believes his rhetoric, and that may prove to make him more dangerous in the long run than the five ever was. However they just said something that guaranteed we will never truly be on the same side as them.

DDT raises an eyebrow as if to ask what.

DVD: They said they wanted to help a young guy like you replace the old fogies. Last I checked Outback Jack was one of the old guard, so tell me Danny do you want to replace him?

A stunned look passes across DDT's face and he quickly shakes his head no.

DVD: Hey Jack you "old fogie" you ready to give up and be replaced?

OBJ: BEEEEELLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCHHHHHH!

DVD: I'm gonna take it that is Australian for No.

OBJ just smiles at this.

DVD: When we took D&D up on the offer of alliance, it was to learn from them, not so we could replace them, but so we could stand beside them.

DDT nods in agreement, and Jack chuckles slightly.

DVD: We need to remain focused. At the moment, the Five in general, and Stank in particular need to be the only ones on our minds.

DDT snarls and cracks his knuckles.

DVD: Until Stank stands in the middle of the ring shakes your hand and admits, that D&D is just as deserving of respect now, as it ever has, we keep taking it to em.

OBJ: (holding up his fosters) I'll drink to that.

DVD: So we remain focused were it needs to be, and for the moment we let the DEVILS have their due.

DDT nods in understanding before heading over to the bar where OBJ slides him a cold one.

fade

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem, still with Stan Fulton, catches all this on the monitor in the hallway.

Eco: Can't say I didn't try.

Fulton: You three weren't made to get along.

Eco: So are you walking away with the Onslaught Championship this week for sure now?

Fulton: Looks like it. Would rather take a chair to his skull before he moves, but I'm willing to bet this body can do more damage.

Eco: No matter. He wants to get disqualified, your new friends will be treating that bell as a hair-trigger to make our presence known.

Eco's phone rings. He picks up after looking at the caller ID, big grin on his face.

Eco: Been expecting you. Ready to come out of the shadows?...Excellent...uh-huh...no, that makes sense...and my best to you and yours as well. We've all missed you a great deal...uh-huh...well, see you Wednesday then.

Eco hangs up.

Fulton: Good news?

Eco: Crusher, I believe you're going to have one new friend very soon.

Fulton smiles. Eco purposefully turns to the camera.

Eco: Dear Ravenna...I do hope your arm is treating you well. Shame how you insist on showing your concern and sympathy for everyone besides me...and they always insist on reciprocating with violence. If you had said the word, I would be standing with you against Fire and her ilk. If you were willing to remove the plank of wood from your eye that blocks your vision, you wouldn't be left to be assaulted alone in a hospital, no one willing to assist you, no one caring enough to defend you, no one strong enough to avenge you.

You know...you're probably still wondering who sold you out a couple weeks back. You know, once you accept it was no trick of the lights, no member of then-DEVIL you already knew. As it turns out, it wasn't the big man here. It's someone whose name you will know, however.

You know, the first thing fans ask me these days is always "How big is EVIL going to become? Is it going to stop at DEVIL? Is it going to stop at DEVILS?"

We will stop growing when we are ready to stop.

We're not ready to stop.

Number Seven arrives Wednesday.

Until then...the lines are open.

FADE.

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is talking on his cell phone.**

LDW: “Good. I’m glad you're out, Ma…Never mind where I got it…It’s bail money, Ma, of course I don’t expect to get it back…You know as much as I do - as far as I know they’re all still alive…Not those two goons…Keep an eye on them if you don’t mind, but try to be discreet…Anyone other than Fire starts trouble, end them…I know…obviously he didn’t discuss it with me first…I’d rather you leave it to OBJ, but we both know you’ll do what you’re gonna do…Do what you have to, Ma. He should have known better than to go after Wally…No, Fulton’s mine…well, I made it close to six years - that’s Five more than anyone expected…Yeah, let me know if there’s trouble at the hospital…Right...You too...Bye.”

[BookerShark]

The Dead is WALKING~ down the Hallway of Random Encounters. H'e noticing the back halls of the arena seem emptier than usual. He stops a Random Stage Hand.

TD: You speak English.

RSH: Yes, speak a the English one hundred percent!

TD: Yeah, good for you. Where is everyone?

RSH: Wrestlers in and out Hospital in Beppo. Allowed to report later.

TD: Well, damn. At least I can avoid some of the constant drama...

Out of the corner of his eye, The Dead catches someone charging towards him from the side. He quickly drops his Intercontinental belt and attempts to CLOSE THE CASKET...

Poe dodges the kick, drops down and slams his shoulder into The Dead's knee/leg. The Dead flips over the top of Poe and slams to the concrete floor holding his knee.

Poe stands over The Dead, pacing around him like a lion watching it's prey about to die. Poe then grabs The Dead by the collar and slams him against the wall.

Poe: I feel sorry for you.

TD: Oh yeah?

Poe: You just happen to be my first target. Sweet and loveable Poe is gone.

TD: You were sweet and lov...

Poe flings The Dead towards another nearby wall. The Dead slams back into the wall just in time to see Poe charging in with the Hieroglyph.

The Dead ducks as Poe's foot slams into the wall. The Dead attempts to attack Poe from behind, but his knee buckles and he drops to the ground. Poe quickly grabs his head, drapes the arm and lifts him up for the Obelisk.

Poe holds The Dead up for what seems like an eternity. The Dead starts to punch Poe to try to get away, but when it seems as though he is just about to get away, Poe drops him headfirst on the concrete.

The Dead is dead and is laid out on the floor. Poe just sits there, staring at him. Selena then runs out and skips over to the Dead's body. She stands over The Dead, holding her hair from her face.

Sa-T: The Dead is well...DEAD! Hahaha!

Selena then rshes over to the Intercontinental belt and holds it up, checking her hair in what reflection there is.

Sa-T: This'll do. It's pretty.

Poe grabs the belt from her, causing her to pout slightly. Poe stares at it, then flings it down on The Dead's prone body.

Poe: Shine it up for me. Take some pictures. After Wednesday, you'll never see it again. Namaste.

Poe kicks The Dead one last time for good measure. Selena dives towards The Dead and crawls to him to look over his face.

Sa-T: Smile for the Camera Living Dead Boy!

[BookerShark]

Poe and Selena Gomez walks away...right into Stan Fulton.

Fulton: Bad move.

Poe: Looking for a fight too? You have no idea where my head is at, boy.

Voice: It's about a foot above mine, but my foot could reach.

Poe looks over his shoulder, where he sees Ecosystem.

Poe: Don't be cute, Juni, you know very well where I'm coming from. Or maybe your mind never really healed from that Hieroglyph?

Voice: Yours seems to be a little off.

Voice #2: Quite so, old chap.

Tyler Vangarde and Dr. Infieri come in on the sides of Poe.

Selena: Omar, I don't like these people.

Poe: They are fools, goddess. Which one of you is stupid enough to strike first?

Eco: None of us.

Poe: Eh?

Bryce Larson swings in from the pipes above, kicking Poe in the face. Poe stumbles back into Vangarde, who grabs him into a full nelson. Infieri charges, but Poe kicks him in the face and headbutts Vangarde off. However, Fulton takes the opportunity to splash Poe down to the ground hard as Selena screams. Poe manages to power the big man off for a second out of instinct, but Ecosystem kicks him hard in the face as he pops up. Infieri grabs him around the torso, DOCTOR BOMB on the concrete! The five men then surround him, stomping him on the ground. Selena grabs Eco, pulling him off.

Selena: Stop it, Eco-suck, stop it!

Ecosystem gets in Selena's face, quietly, angrily, as the others continue their assault.

Eco: You have no idea, little girl...how much I have hated that name.

Eco turns to Vangarde.

Eco: Make her watch.

Vangarde nods, walks over to Selena and holds her tight, facing her toward Poe, who is fighting and flailing valiently but also seems to be knocked loopy from headshots. Bryce Larson finishes the necessary job with a hard lead pipe shot to the head, sending a shot of blood out of the nose as Poe goes down. Eco nods to Fulton and climbs atop the large man's back. He's not going to...

SAVIOR SPLASH! Eco follows through on a 630 senton splash onto Poe on the ground, looks down and then over to Selena, smirking.

Eco: Let her go.

Vangarde obliges, and Selena runs over to the dazed Poe, wiping off the blood from his nose.

Infieri: What about Dea--

Eco: Lauren is taking care of him.

Vangarde: So now we--

Eco: Go back to base and wait for a visit from Mr. Williams. I'm sure our friend the Crusher is looking forward to that visit, aren't you?

Fulton cracks his knuckles.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Fade back into the hospital*

Spencer Darling is arriving back at the hospital with a change of clothes for Alexis, Samantha, and Davin. She walks up to the group waiting and Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson hands out some coffee to everyone while Ashley gives some containers of food to everyone. Spencer looks to Lexie and begins speaking...

Spencer: What are you doing back out here? I thought you were sitting with Alex?

Alexis looks up like she hasn't slept in 2 days now and just shakes her head
Alexis: Fire and Ravenna got into something and now the guards are even being a bigger pain in the ass to get by.

Spencer: You know what...fuck her primadonna world revolves around her bullshit. I'm not staying out here any longer while my brother is...could be...I'm just not.

Spencer starts storming towards Alexander's room and just a step behind is Davin and Ashley and Alexis. As Spencer makes her way towards the room she grabs a bed pan from a passing orderly. Just as she gets to the door, the guards put their hands out to stop her from going in and she slams the bed pan upside one guards head. As the other is about to grab her, Alexis leaps on his chest and starts punching him repeatedly in the face. As the second is getting his bearings again he stands right up and gets hit by a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on the floor. Alexis meanwhile grabs the first guard around the head and slams him down with a DDT.

Due to the sound of the commotion, the door opens and Fire yells out...

Firewoman: What the hell is going...

Before Fire can finish, Spencer shoves her back into the room and enters the room.

Spencer: I'm tired of you thinking you're the only...

Firewoman: Be careful what you say little girl. I'm in no mood...

Alexis: And what kind of fucking mood do you think we're in. He's my fucking twin brother Fire. You know what that means and yet you think it only effects you.

Spencer: Well it fucking doesn't just effect you. If, I can't even say the words, but if it is, we deserve the chance to be here with him.

Firewoman: *snarls*

Alexis: We don't want any trouble. Really. But we just want a chance to sit here with him. Nothing more.

Alexander: Beep beep cough beep cough beep beep

Firewoman looks over at the rhytmic beeping of Alexander's heart machine and hears his coughing and she slowly nods.
Firewoman: Fine, but stay there and be quiet

Spencer is still staring daggers, but she walks around to the other side of Alexander's bad and grabs his hand while Alexis takes a seat in the corner of the room and stares back and forth between her twin brother, her sister, and Firewoman before a look of pure hatred passes her eyes as she looks in the other bed.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is walking backstage with Jewel. Sparxx sees an SFJ and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

J-PS: Yo, yo, yo babes, what's up?

SFJ: Um, okay. Do you have any comments on your match last week, or this week with Chad Madison?

J-PS: Chad Madison. Texas' own randy cowboy. You know what they say about Texas right?

SFJ: Uh...everything's bigger? (she smiles)

J-PS: Yeah...you're a little slut aren't ya? Nah, toots, what I'm referring to is the saying that there's only two things in Texas...

Jewel: Steers and Queers baby!

J-PS: That's right babe. Steers and queers. And I don't see any horns comin' outta your head, Chad.

SFJ: Chad is not gay. Trust me.

J-P shivers at the use of that phrase.

J-PS: You really are a slut aren't you? Yeah, Cowboy Chad knows his way around all the ho's backstage, but ya know what?

The SFJ shakes her head.

J-PS: Of course you don't. I think Cowboy Chad may be overcompensatin' just a bit, know what I'm sayin'?

SFJ: Not really, no.

J-P shakes his head.

J-PS: Damn. Anyway, to show how little I'm sweatin' Cowboy Chad, I'm gonna do what all you bitches out there have been waitin' for? Jewel, babe...

Jewel once again pulls out the velvet bag from...somewhere. J-P takes the bag from her.

J-PS: Alright bitches. It's time to find out...who gets sparked. Ya like that?

The SFJ shrugs.

J-PS: Man, you suck. Alright, let's do it. Babe?

J-P opens the drawstring and holds the bag open for Jewel. She draws a slip of paper out and hands it J-P. He opens it, reads the name and smirks.

J-PS: Well, well, well. This should be good...

J-P holds the slip of paper up for the camera to zoom in. The slip says "Alexander Darling".

J-PS: Alright Alexander F. Darling... Know what the "F" stands for toots?

The SFJ shakes her head.

J-PS: God you're a dim ass broad. Alexander F. Darling. You've been put on notice. What did Ahab the Arab call you? Boy? Well, Boy, your ass is mine... if you got the guts. I'll see ya soon, Boy. 'Cuz I'm the Spark! J-P Sparxx, and you...well, you suck, son. Later toots.

J-P gives the SFJ The Hand and walks away with Jewel sashaying on his arm.

[BookerShark]

Chris Evans is shown arriving at the Destoryatorium. He passes by the members of Drink & Destroy.

DVD: Wow, finally someone who hasn’t gone to the hospital to check on The Quinns.

Evans: Fuck the Quinns. After all they’ve done, they don’t deserve shit.

Outback Jack: I’ll drink to that! Hey Shannon, get Evans over here a drink!

E: Thanks.

DVD: So where’s your hottie of a partner?

E: *scoff* She’s busy visiting Moose & Fire in the hospital.

*DVD & Outback Jack scoff simultaneously*

E: Personally I couldn’t care less about what happens to either one of them, but Ravenna seems to have some sort of connection to them.

DVD: And what about you? I know you’ve got history with Fire. I figured you’d at least visit her based on that.

E: That’s a part of my life that’d I love to forget ever happened. I’m keeping myself out of this one. I know all too well what happens when you allow yourself to get too close to the Quinns, and I hope Ravenna finds that out for herself before it’s too late.

OBJ: (belches) Australian for, Here’s hoping, mate.

E: You know what? Fuck this. I’m taking on the DEVILS Eco and Vanguard, two of the most dangerous men in the business today, and I can’t sit around here while my partner is busy playing nurse for two wrestlers who don’t deserve her pity. Feelings for Fire aside, I can't have Ravenna get involved in Fire's fucked-up little world like I used to be. I’m getting her outta there.

OBJ: What about your drink?

E: I’ll take a rain check on it. Hell, on second thought, give it to the big guy. He looks like he needs to relax a little.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

*Stank is arguing with LD Williams. Apparently having heard enough LD Williams retreats to his room. Just before he slams the door, Stank shouts behind him...*

Stank - I DON'T OBSESS AND your MOM doesn't SCARE me!

*Selena Gomez RUSHES into Chamber V distraught.*

SG - Stankie! EcoSUCK and his goon squad just ATTACKED OMAR!

*Stank looks down at Selena then goes to the bar and pours himself a drink.*

SG - Stankie!

Stank - It's not my fault Poe isn't smart enough to keep himself out of situations like--

SG - WHAT, WAIT! Aren't cha gonna DO something!

Stank - Yeah I'm going to drink this beer.

SG - But OMAR needs YOUR HELP!

Stank - I sincerely doubt that dear.

SG - But--!

Stank - Listen sweetheart, Poe needs space to be the man that The Five already know he is... but everyone else seems to have forgot. How am I going to look charging over to the rescue?

SG - But--!

Stank - But nothing Selena. Poe will be fine. He'll recover and then he'll retaliate. And Devil, Devils or whateverthefuck they're calling themselves now will wish they had stayed out of his way. I don't give a damn about the noise Eco and his fuckface friends are making. I have my own agenda to tend to.

SG -

Stank - But if you insist on asking for help go knock on LD's door. I'm sure he would like to get his hands on Stan "The Beach Ball" Fulton.

*Selena looks disappointed as she heads over toward LDW's chamber. The camera fades on Stank staring at Moose's blood stained Deathbat leaning close by on a chair in the common area of Chamber V*

[BookerShark]

**DEVILS are in their locker room when the door is suddenly kicked open.**

Eco: “Gee, I wonder who that could be?”

Stan Fulton rolls to his feet and storms across the room as L.D. Williams steps through the door - and buries Dethbat in his stomach! Williams slams the weapon across Fulton’s back, putting him down. Dead, still reeling from Poe’s attack, tries to Close the Casket, but Williams sidesteps and crotches him with Dethbat. He takes a wild swing at Larson, who ducks. By that point, Fulton has recovered enough to pin Williams’ arms from behind. Vangarde kicks Dethbat out of his hands, and the beat down ensues. Finally, Eco sighs, closes his book, and gets up and walks over. Fulton and Infieri pull Williams to his feet.

Eco: “So predictable…so stupid. You still have a chance L.D. Just because your allies, those you consider family, refuse to take your calls, it doesn’t mean you have to be alone. You can have friends L.D. DEVILLS has a nice ring, don’t you think?

We can save this company - we will save it. Don’t you want to be part of that?”

LDW: “Juni, if my ‘family’ left me in the gutter to die…if you were the only Samaritan…if you single-handedly restarted my heart, bound my wounds, and nursed me back to health…I’d still spit in your face”

**Williams does exactly that, and Eco recoils. He wipes his face with a sad sigh.**

Eco: “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

**Eco signals to Fulton, who scoops Williams up, carries him into the hallway, and runs him hard into the opposite wall. He drops Williams on his head, and Vangarde slams Dethbat into him a final time before they head back into their locker room.

As the camera fades, Williams’ hand starts reaching slowly for Dethbat**

[BookerShark]

In the Chamber, Stank's cell phone rings. He puts it on speaker phone.

Stank: Yeah?

FW: It's me.

Stank: Yeah?

FW: What's with the attitude?

Stank: Don't worry about it. Things are just ....tense here. I know you got stuff to deal with. How's--

FW: He's awake. I.....if you guys aren't already in Chichi Jima.....*sigh*......

Stank: What?

FW: No, I think he'll be okay. I just want it to stay that way so if you --

Stank: What about the other one?

FW: Still unconscious.

Stank: I'd like to say I'm sorry, but--

FW: Yeah, whatever, you wanna see Moose it's fine. Just two rules.

Stank: What?

FW: He still needs rest so you can't stay long.

Stank: Fine, rule number two?

FW: No trouble. Alex's family is all over the place here, and you or LD or Poe do anything to any of them, OR Alex, you will have me to deal with.

Stank: Seriously?

FW: At least until he's better, Stank. After that I don't care.

Stank: Davin there?

FW: He counts. Seriously, any trouble, I'll rip your skin off.

Stank: How we supposed to get there?

FW: I got enough decisions to make here, Stank. Figure it out for yourself.

Stank: You know we're tagging against D&D this week.

FW: I know. I'll be there. I'll be ready.

Stank: Don't think we need a chance to get on the same page?

FW: Blood, fire, pain...sound like the same page to you?

Stank: I guess so.

Fire slams the phone down. Stank leans back thoughtfully in his chair.