MidWeek Mayhem (09/22) Live! From Windsor, Ontario

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Windsor, Ontario Canada

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. Matt Folz vs. Poe

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

Ecosystem, Tyler Vangarde & Eric O'Mac vs. Tytan, Damon Wrath & Chris Evans
Alexander Darling vs. J-P Sparxx vs. Bryce Larson
Drink & Destroy & Stan Fulton vs. Moosehead Jack, Stank & LD Williams
Texpress vs. Destructolition

Card Subject to TBP Invasion

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is the Darling Luxury Suites, not getting her head looked at after getting booted in the head. It appears Alexander does not agree with this decision.

AD: I think just to be safe, you should.

FW: It's fine, Alex.

AD: Dammit, where is Lucky? You always listen to him about these things.

FW: He said he was on his way....you know...maybe I will head to the trainer's room.

AD: Finally.

FW: To check on Moose. I said I'm fine.

AD: If you're going to be there anyway, you may as well--

FW: Oh my gods, will you shut up?

They are interrupted by Lucky coming in with papers, juggling a cardboard tray of four coffees.

L: Sorry. who knew traffic from the airport could be so heavy?

AD: Uh huh.....

L: So....I have them. Names are spelled right and everything.

FW: Fantastic. Do you have pens?

L: Yeah, in my pocket here...

Lucky is fumbling with the envelop and gets the papers out of the folders and puts them on the table to free a hand. He fumbles around trying to find which pocket the pens are in, and in doing so, manages to dump all four cups of coffee right onto to the papers.

FW: Goddammit Lucky!

L: Crap...sorry...let me just mop that up....

Lucky grabs a handkerchief out of his jacket and tries to do just that, but in doing so, the papers are so wet that they come apart, and are, essentially ruined.

L: Um.....

FW: What the fuck is wrong with you?

AD: I don't think there's anything wrong with him, Fire.

FW: No, this is a new level of incompetance. You said you could handle this for me Lucky, so I need you to explain to me....

L: It's...it's no problem Fire, I can have a new set of papers sent. We should be good to go...uh.....next week?

FW: NEXT WEEK? IN THIS ERA OF FAXES AND E-MAILS AND SATELLITES AND OVERNIGHT MAIL I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK BEFORE I CAN GET THIS ..... UNDONE?

L: Well, I mean, if you want it to be legal and stuff, there's this seal that has to be raised, and you can't e-mail that, and--

FW: That's it. I've had enough. You're fired.

L: What?

AD: What?

FW: I mean it. You're supposed to.... just .... FIX everything....instead you're just making it WORSE.

L: I.... I'm sorry.... I'll get my things.

FW: I mean, I don't think you could have handled this more incompetantly if you were trying......

AD: ....

L: ....

FW: Wait............

AD: Bingo.

L: Fire.....

FW: Are you TRYING to keep .... are you....?

L: Let me explain...

AD: I think you better.

L: Fire....how did you get here?

FW: Drove...in my pretty shiny--

L: No, no...I mean...HERE.

FW: Oh....I got drunk and accidentally--

L: Exactly. You acted on impulse and this is where it got you.

AD: Hey...

L: Wait, I'm making a point, Mr. Darling. Fire....You were impulsive. You're ALWAYS impulsive. Sometimes it works out for you, and sometimes....Like this cage match with Poe...this is a colossally bad idea, Fire, but you didn't think about it, all you did was react, right?

FW: I don't see what that has to do with you deliberate sabotaging this.

L: Because Fire... You hired me to make sure that you did what was best for you. And I think....just this once...that instead of just REACTING to a situation you find yourself in, and going on impulse.... I think you need to just STOP....and think......

FW: *sigh* What is there to think about?

L: What it is you really want, Fire.

FW: ...

L: ...

AD: ...

FW: Why didn't you say so?

L: Have you tried to reason with you?

FW: ....

AD: He's got a point.

FW: Shush... I can't... I'm going to check on Moose...Lucky...you're not fired. I'm not happy with you but.... You're not fired.

Fire shakes her head as she leaves.

[BookerShark]

Zane and Chad are in his dressing room, Chad packing his gear before heading to Windsor. A knock on the door reveals an attractive brunette, the same one Zane went out with in San Antonio

Chad: Wow.

Zane: Watch yourself there partner. This is Bridgette.

Bridgette: Nice to meet you Chad (shakes his hand)

Chad: (looking at Zane) She's with you? Niiiiiiice!

Zane: Yessir. I'm a lucky guy. (Puts his arm around her)

Chad: So... I gotta ask.. Where were you?

Zane: Listen, after my sessions with Arbus were .... over, Bridgette and I talked for a long time. Some of the things Arbus had been telling me actually made a little sense. So I decided to take the Mustang and drive to Canada. She rode along to keep me company.

Chad: (to Bridgette) So.. you're staying?

Bridgette: I want to be wherever Zane is.

Chad: Wow. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Zane: Yes, she does. Come on, The Mustang is outside.

(The three of them head down the hallway, and bump into Rick and Erlana. The five of them continue down the hallway leading outside.)

Chad: Boss. Miss Erlana

GMtR: Zane, Nice way to make your big return. You know, I still haven't heard from Freedman, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?

Zane: Last I heard he had taken quite a fall and was laid up in Methodist Hospital in San Antonio.

GMtR: Hmm. That'd explain why he hasn't returned a call or an email. (Seems to just notice Bridgette) And who is this?

Zane: Bridgette, this is our esteemed general manager and his assistant. Rick, Erlana..Bridgette

Erlana: She's a valet? I didn't see that paperwork.

Zane: No. She's accompanying me on the road. She's not going to be involved in anything else.

GMtR: (Opening the door outside) Wow. Nice Car.

Zane: Thank you. We'll be traveling in it from now on.

GMtR: '65?

Zane: Yes.

GMtR: Original color? Candy Apple Red?

Zane: Yep. Good eye.

GMtR: 289?

Zane: Yes. Purrs like a kitten.

GMtR: Good. Just make sure you're in Wondsor on time.

Chad: You know us boss, we'll be there.

Zane: And when we get there, we'll want to talk about the Tag Team Championships

GMtR: Yeah, I kind of figured you'd be talking about those soon enough.

(And we FADE!!!!~!~!~!)

[BookerShark]

*Davin's Locker Room*

There's a knock on the door and Moonbeam walks out of a fog to answer it. Alexis Darling is standing there and enters the room as Davin and Samantha turn to see who it is.

Samantha: Hey, why are you knocking?

Alexis actually looks nervous before answering,
Alexis: I wasn't sure if this was...I just. Um, look can I talk to Davin privately for a few minutes.

Samantha looks back and forth between her sister and her husband before nodding and getting up from her seat. She gives her husband a quick kiss before grabbing Moonbeam and walking out.

Moonbeam: Where we going dude?

Samantha: Let's go grab some food.

Moonbeam: Yea, I really am hungry for some reason dude.

Moonbeam and Samantha walk away leaving Davin and Alexis alone in the room. Alexis shuffles from foot to foot for a few seconds while Davin patiently waits.

Alexis: I need you to do me a favor and not interrupt me when I start. Can you do that for mr?

Davin: Is everything okay Lexie?

Alexis: I just need to. Just don't interrupt.

Davin nods.

So, you know I haven't been too happy with you this past week and while I should have come straight to you to talk about it, I needed to get some things clear in my head first. And I know what others are going to think when they see this, but I need to do this for my own sanity. You hurt me last week.

Davin: Lex...

Alexis: Don't. Just let me finish. It wasn't so much what you did even though I have issues with that as well, but how you did it. I've come to accept a few facts here Davin. I'm never going to be Firewoman and I will probably never be Ravenna either. I'm not going to be OOWF World Champion. My goals are different and I thought once we got together with this team I may have found what I was good at. I am a DAMN good tag team wrestler. So here's where I'm at. At this moment, I don't like you and while I get what you think you're doing, I don't trust you outside the ring. But inside that ring, we are the fucking OOWF World Tag Team Champions. So, what I propose is that we keep doing that. Your best friends are back and they are going to be coming after us hard. Moose & Stank have a guaranteed title shot whenever they want. Drink & Destroy are going to come after us sooner or later. Your new friends in DELIVERS are going to put together a team and want these belts, but we are the champions for a reason and there is nothing that should change that.

Davin: About what I'm doing, do you want to talk about it?

Alexis: I really, really don't. You've made your decision and you made it without me so it is what it is, but inside that ring, if we're on the same page, I truly believe we're unbeatable. So let's focus on that for now and the rest, well, we'll figure it out.

Davin: It doesn't have to be like this. You could come with me. You know how highly I think of you and your talent. Together again we could...

Alexis: We could, but we're not going to. I thought we were working towards something else, but you went in this direction and I won't stop you. But I've gotta do what's best for Alexis Darling and right now that's just be your tag team partner and nothing more.

Davin nods as Alexis walks out. The camera lingers on Davin as he looks deep in thought as we...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

<Lucky is scurrying down the hallway with his head buried in some paperwork muttering something to himself about legal issues and annulment laws when Moosehead Jack darts out of nowhere and pins him against the wall. Lucky drops all his papers and yells in terror as Moose presses the business end of a barbed wire bat against his throat>

MHJ: I am going to say this once Lopez, you are walking on VERY thin ice. I am currently not carving up that smarmy little fuck Alexander Darling because I made a promise to my sister to leave things be for the moment, no matter how much it fucking annoys me to no end every additional second that they are married.

Now, since I can't take my frustrations out on Alexander Darling, who the fuck do you think I CAN take them out on?

<Lucky's eyes get wide and he squeaks something incoherently>

MHJ: Get. The. Fucking. Paperwork. Done. You fuck this up again, and I swear by all that is holy, they will never find your body.

<Moose releases Lucky and he falls to the floor. Moose storms off, laughing maniacally>

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! down the hall, and sees Lucky run by. He also sees Moose maniacally laughing, Ted DiBiase-style, to no one in parcticular*

DM: Hey Moose! The camera's off.

MHJ: Moreland. You do not want to be on my-

DM: Oh cut the shit, Moose. You're eventually going to have to listen to me.

MHJ: I don't have to do anything but make people bleed and die.

DM: Yeah, THAT will help the TV-14 rating.

MHJ: *gets in Davin's face* You got a death wish, Moreland?

DM: *stares down at Moose, with a smirk on his face* Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I, shorty?

*Moose gets all lathered up and red in the face*

DM: I'm just here to ask you...do you KNOW who you're mad at?

MHJ: Yes. Now leave before I-

DM: That works on everyone else, Moose. You and I are going to have a conversation. And that will be the end of it. However...

*Davin looks around for cameras and finds one*

DM: Get the fuck out of here before I smash this over your head. Go on, you too!

*The camera points to the ground as we get a new shot from about 30 feet away before we*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

(Tytan is discussing shop with Athena and Wrath.)

W: So you finally got the match you wanted.

A: You can finally end this once and for all. And then you can get down to real business.

T: Yeah. That's true.

W: Big man you look distracted?

T: I am, anyone see Ravenna? There is something I need to do. I need to have a clear head for Hell on Earth.

(he gets up and leaves.)

A: He is right.

W: Tytan knows what needs to be done to get the job done.

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz in a hospital room....yet again. A doctor checking out his injured arm as Hayden Panettiere looks on.

Doctor: I'm well aware that wrestlers in your company don't usually take doctor's advice, but I do recommend you take a week or so off. It's not broken completely, but I wouldn't recommend anything strenuous.


HP (Holding the rundown in her hands): Uh...I don't think you want to do that boss.

MF:Why, who am I facing this week? (Grabbing the rundown,glancing at it) The hell?? Really? Why am I in a world title match? Hell, Ravenna won the match, she should get another one on one shot. Was the booker incoherant on Ambien when he booked this?

(Kayfabe comes sweeping in from nowhere, punching Folz in his injured arm then disapears just as quickly as she appeared)

MF: Dammit...... where in the hell does that bitch always appear from? Anyway,where was I? Oh yeah, no can do Doc, World Title Match this week.

Doctor (Shaking his head): Fine, what do I know? I'm just the liscened doctor here, sure you know more than I do. (turning and walking disgusted out of the room)

MF: Hayden

HP: Promo?

MF (Nodding): Promo.

HP (Smiling, as a mic and OOWF Banner magically appear): I'm Hayden Panettiere here with Matt Folz, who this Wednesday will challenge Poe and OOWF World Champion Firewoman in a triple threat match. Matt, how do you feel heading into this match?

MF: Well, first of all, I'm in pain. I thought when Fire didn't immeadiately attack me after what I did to LD Williams, that she was going to let it go,I clearly underestimated her and she damn near broke my arm, you just heard what the doctor said, I'm not going into this anywhere near 100%. But I guess what you can say I'm feeling the most is....curious.

HP:Curious?

MF: Yes, curious. See, Fire's clearly not going to want to team up with me and take out Poe, even if that would be the smartest thing to do,because she wants to beat him herself. And Poe isn't going to want to work with me and take out Fire, he wants to beat her himself. That would seem to leave one way this match would go,which would be horrible for me, but due to recent events,can you really see Poe and Fire working together during this match? Even if for just a short time? Like I said....very curious to see how this match goes.

HP: Any response to Alexander Darling's recent comments to you?

MF: Alexander Darling loves to hear himself talk,but in this case he was.....I hate to say it....Right. I haven't been living up to my potential since I joined this company. So that's why I'm doing something I've never done and before now have never needed to do, I'm going to ask for help. Alexander and Alexis Darling have been with this company a hell of a lot longer than I have and have seen it all. They have no obligation to help me,but I'm asking them, please help me. Help me live up to my potential, I'll wait for your response.

HP (Still a bit shocked by that): Wow......uh,ok. Um.... Stan Fulton also asked you to partner with him, your response?

MF: I'm going to tell you, I was honestly impressed by Stan's match last night. He won without any outside interference,without goading the champ into disqualifying himself,without using his axehandle, he won by WRESTLING. For that, I give him credit. Now, I can't say I love what he did after the match however. But, I've decided to temporarily team with him, see how it goes. Texpress, you want a warmup match before you go after the tag titles again? If so, I'd like to see if Stan and I can as you say "Measure up"

HP: Anything else?

MF: Yeah,did I tell you my dad got tickets to this Sunday's game. 11th row, 30 yard line....

Hayden rolling her eyes as we FADE

[BookerShark]

down a hallway with Jewel.

Jewel: What yo skinny white ass want bitch?

SFJ: J-P Sparxx, you have a three way match with Alexander darling and Bryce Larson. Any thoughts?

J-PS: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got Alexander F. Darling and that crazy bitch Bryce Larson. Normally, I like the sound of a three way, eh babe?

Jewel: Don't even.

J-PS: I ain't been here long and I already gots history with these clowns. Darling, I called that bitch out, and I gotta hand it to 'im, he responded. I beat him, he beat me. Then he gave me a title shot...I think. Then you have Larson. That fuckwad attacked me twice. So he obviously scared a' me. So 'dis match is gonna go one of two ways. Count wit me baby.

J-P and Jewel hold up one finger.

J-PS: One, The Spark gets both their asses. Or...

J-P & Jewel hold up two fingers.

J-PS: Maybe, just maybe, The Spark shows his thanks to Darling and we work together to beat Crazy Bitch's ass, knowwhatI'msayin'? Then we decide the match muno a muno.

SFJ: Don't you mean mano y mano?

J-PS: Yeah, whatevah, shut up. I'm done. Last word boys, The Spark's gonna git'cha. KnowwhatI'msayin'?

Sparxx walks off. Jewel gives the SFJ The Hand as she follows.

[BookerShark]

Moose is walking down the hall after talking with Davin about their secret stuff. Whatever. Firewoman steps out of nowhere, and grabs the bat out of his hand.

MHJ: Sis.

FW: *holding the end of the bat in front of his face, backing him against the wall as she talks.* Because you are my brother, you are probably the only one that can get away with any assault on my manager.

MHJ: Well...good.

FW: Alas, the key word there is "probably."

MHJ: You wouldn't...

FW: You think? You so much as breathe on him again and we'll see.

MHJ: ...

FW: ...

MHJ: I'm on your side here. You want this nightmare of a wedding to be over, he's fucking around with it and....what....

FW: ....

MHJ: You DO want this to be over, right, Fire?

FW: ....

MHJ: Right Fire?

FW: .....

MHJ: RIGHT, FIRE?

FW: You know what I want? I want everyone to stop telling me what i think and what I want, and leave me the fuck alone.

MHJ: Fine. Done.

FW: FINE!

Firewoman walks away, Moose's bat over her shoulder.

MHJ: Hey!! Where are you going with that??

FW: Taking care of something I know you won't bother with. I'll bring it back.

******

Time passes. Fire comes upon Stan "Crusher" Fulton, who starts to get in a defensive position, thinking Fire's going to chat before she does anything. He's wrong. Fire takes the bat and slams it into the back of Fulton's legs, dropping him to his knees, and follows up with a lovely backhand swing to his chin, sending him backward.

FW: That's for LD.

Fire continues on down the hallway until she gets to Poe's room. She kicks the door open and Selena screams.

FW: Gods, shut up.

Fire swings the bat at her but stops short, making her flinch. Fire laughs as Selena's screams brings Poe out of the back room. Fire wastes no time, and nails Poe in the gut with the butt of the bat, doubling him over. She flips it around and brings it down on the back of his neck. She hits him in the back a few times for good measure, and takes a booted foot and kicks him over, and then puts her foot on his throat.

FW: I think this a suitable escalation don't you? If a mere appearance at your match gets me a Hieroglyph in mine? You want my attention, Poe? You want to finish this once and for all? You got it. You don't scare me anymore. Moose may like to still be in your back pocket, but I'm over it. See you at Hell on Earth. Or before. I'm not a hard person to find. I'll be with the other former protege that destroyed you.

Fire removes the her boot from Poe's throat, spits on him, and turns to Selena who is trying to become one with the wall. She thrust the bat at her.

FW: Here...tell Uncle Moose I said thanks.

Selena shakes, but takes the bat. Fire leaves the room, slamming the door open against the wall.

[BookerShark]

Poe sits up very slowly. Selena rushes over to him. She rubs the back of his neck and her hand is covered in his blood.

Poe: you're going to Hawai'i.

Sa-T: But...I wanna stay here. With you.

Poe: You're ging to Hawai'i. I'm not proud of what's about to happen.

Selena pouts.

Sa-T: Fine. I've kinda missed Charo anyway.

Poe looks at Selena's blood covered hands. he then rubs the back of his neck and sees more blood. He then starts to laugh evily.

[BookerShark]

Ravenna finds Eco, praying outside the Windsor arena. She approaches him quietly but clears her throat to get his attention.

Eco seems a bit surprised to see her there.

Eco: Well, I was certainly not expecting to see you.

RB: I need to talk to you.

Eco: Have you finally decided to join us?

RB: No Juni, I'm here, to talk to you, wrestler to wrestler.

Eco: Well, I am willing to listen, unlike you these last few months.

RB: Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. And ask you to cancel the match with Tytan.

Eco's expression changes to exasperation.

Eco: I gave my word. Tytan wants to end this and I frankly want this to be over.

RB: But the two of you are best friends.

Eco: And we have become polar opposites. He the light and I the dark. I have taken on this role for the salvatio....

RB: Enough. You said once that you loved Fire and Tytan...and me.

Eco shifts uncomfortably.

Eco: You're misquoting me.

RB: Did you mean it?

Eco: What I said...was that I loved you three. You know...in a way a parent who loves his wayward children.

RB: Do you want me to beg?

He again feels uncomfortable looking at her, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

Eco: I don't understand, Ravenna.

RB: I told you, it's Becca. And I'm begging you... please do not go to this match.

Eco: I'm sorry. I have no other option. I must see this through. To whatever end.

RB: Would it change your mind if there was someone? Someone who cared about you,..or loved you back..maybe not in the way you would think they would. ..that only wanted you to not walk into that match?

His brow furrows and he looks around anxiously.

Eco: Ravenna, too much has happened...the path has been laid out before me and Tytan. There is no going back.

She leans in and whispers something to him as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

FADE IN back to The Crusher Stan Fulton who's slowly getting up off the floor with blood dripping from his chin and rubbing the back of his legs.

SF: "She comes at me from the front and hits the back of my legs. She's like Stretch Armstrong with Happy DethBat."

Captions read and and an announcer's voices speaks from the ether:

A: "Happy DethBat® is a registered trademark of OOWF Entertainment Ltd., Inc. All rights reserved."

SF: "That was odd."

An OOWF banner slowly unfurls behind Fulton as he gets to his feet. From off screen, in walks former AWA Announcer Larry Nelson.

LN: "Stan Fulton, a lot to talk about this week."

SF: "Larry, you're not just whistlin' "Dixie." This week I team up with two members of Drink & Destroy to take on what's left of what used to be The Five. I don't even know which two D&D members I'm joining."

At the mention of D&D, the ghost of E. Gary Gygax drifts past and gives Fulton a big thumbs up.

SF: "I must be really tired. I'm starting to see things.

"Anyway, Larry, as I was saying, on Wednesday on Mayhem, The Crusher Stan Fulton and Drink & Destroy takes on the viciousness of Moosehead Jack, Stank and LD Williams. I know LD will be coming right for me and I'm preparing for it.

"To be honest, Larry, I've never experienced the kind of bloody match that the other five men in the ring have. I've spilled blood and had blood spilled. But this Wednesday, a whole lot more will be spilled in that very ring."

LN: "What about the attack just now from the OOWF World Champion, Firewoman?"

SF: "Not totally unexpected. She's trying very, very hard to prove she's still part of The Five. I have a feeling it will backfire on her though. I would guess L.D. Williams will not take kindly to Firewoman getting involved in his affairs. But we'll see. If that's the best Firewoman's got I'm not sure she'll still be World Champion come Hell on Earth. Someone with that many different problems going on at once either curls into a fetal position and starts talking to colors or they fail at everything because they cannot concentrate on a single thing at a time. Let's see: marriage and annulment, disintegration of the stable she's in, my former stable mate still trying to save her AND trying to retain a World Heavyweight Championship. Add in a possible bi-sexual encounter simmering? Tall order."

LN: "And as shown EXCLUSIVELY here on OOWF-TV, Matt Folz has agreed to team with you as you offered."

SF: "That was unexpected, Larry. I didn't think Matt Folz could put aside his seething hate of me to sign the contract. Perhaps he truly is the Ultimate Mercenary. And I'll be expecting royalties on the use of that name from here on out.

"Larry, I can learn a lot from Matt Folz. He'll actually teach, unlike Davin Moreland who can only preach. Which is really ironic since he's taken over DELIVERS from Ecosystem, the Savior of the OOWF.

"L.D. Williams claims I've changed my mind again. Seen only on the surface that may be true, but all I've ever wanted to do was win titles and earn the respect of the fans and crew. I spent my whole life not knowing what I want out of it, just chasing my tail. Now for the first time I know exactly what I want... that's the damnable misery of it.

"I realized that even though I'd had some success here in the OOWF, there was much I could learn. I followed Eco's call hoping I could learn what he's discovered, yet keeping myself clear of the insanity all around him.

"But I know for a fact that there's nothing that Davin Moreland would be willing to teach me. He's going to take DELIVERS and shape it into a tool he can use to elevate himself. More power to him. I may not like Davin Moreland, but there's no denying his abilities and achievements. If I stayed with DELIVERS, I'd be end up being the OOWF's version of the nWo's Scott Norton: nothing but a face in the back of the crowd."

"Was Scott Norton ever going to be elevated to the World Title picture. Hell no. And neither would I as Davin's doorman. Now I may still never get to the World Title, but I'm going to achieve or fail on my own merits. I'll learn from Matt Folz. I plan on being a Six-Pack Champion too someday."

LN: "Any comments on everything else going on in the OOWF?"

SF: "Not really, Larry. I feel sorry for Ravenna. She seems adrift; and pining after Eco is borderline psychotic. I'd guess Eco has his dates for dinner... literally. Let's see, what else? PJ Sparxx is still spouting his Vanilla Ice routine, Texpress is back in the saddle again (was that a homosexual euphemism?) which is good for the tag team division. And Alexander Darling is and I'm not. I think that covers most of it."

"One final thing though. Moose, Stank, LD? If you think I'm the weak link in this match, you are very much mistaken. I can give just as good as I can take. Larry, you tell 'em I'm coming... and hell's coming with me, you hear?

"I am The Crusher Stan Fulton... and you will respect me."

FADE

[BookerShark]

*SMASH CUT* to Bryce Larson BARGING!~~~!!! into GM The Rick's office.

BL: Rick!

GMTR: Um, is there something I can do for you Bryce?

BL: I want a title shot. I just beat one of the very best, and if I beat Alexander Darling and Bubba Sparxx's less talented half brother, too--but mainly Darling--then I feel I deserve a shot.

GMTR: Well, I guess beating LD Williams and Alexander Darling in the span of 8 days would be worth something. You might even be able to earn an Intercontinental Championship match that way.

BL: No. The Dead's one of us. I don't think Davin--or Moreland--would want that.

GMTR: You do realize Davin dropped that gimmick a while ago, right?

BL: Yes, but I never got to promo for it, so whatever.

GMTR: Fine. No Intercontinental Title match for you. Stan Fulton isn't in DELIVERS that I know of anymore. Perhaps an Onslaught Championship match would appease your appetite.

BL: No. Fulton is still able to be saved. Eco wouldn't want me trying to wrest' that belt from around his waist when he might be convinced to return home.

GMTR: The tag belts?

BL: No. Davin's my leader now, I'm not challenging him.

GMTR: You don't really think you should challenge for the--

BL: Yes. The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it, Rick. [announcervoice] "Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR Double-O Double-U-F WORLD Heavyweight Championnnnnnnnnn. Bryce! Larson!" [/announcervoice] Now dat...das cool!

GMTR: Nooooo, that's gimmick infringement.

BL: You're right about that. But back to my title match, what do you think?

Before GMTR can respond, Eco and Davin both come flying into the Ricks's office, at the exact same time.

Eco & DM: [Speaking simultaneously.] What the hell do you think you're doing?

BL: Fellaaasssss, relax. I'm trying to get my World Title shot.

DM: You didn't clear this with me, Bryce.

BL: Relax.

Eco: Do you really think this individualistic request really fits in with the vision?

BL: Relax.

Eco & DM: [Speaking simultaneously, again.] Relax?!

BL: Davin. You said you want to bring competition back. You want us to be competitors. Well, the greatest sign of a true competitor is the World Heavyweight Championship. I am a competitor. Eco. You said you want to cure the OOWF, save it. To do that, we need power. More & more power. Titles = power. I could DELIVER the World Heavyweight Title. And power. It makes perfect sense.

GMTR: No it doesn't. Here's your answer: No.

BL: What? You might say no now. But I'm a competitor. I will EARN that shot, and DELIVER that championship for both Muyo AND Davin. You'll see.

GMTR: Right. You'll earn that shot sometime around GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!

BL: I am--

GMTR: NOW! All of you!

*Fade out*

[BookerShark]

*Before they leave, Davin has something on his mind*

DM: You know what? He's right.

Eco: Who's right?

DM: Bryce. He's right. He beats LD Williams and Alexander Darling...2 of the greatest pure workers in the history of this company...in the span of 8 days? That's worth a World Title shot.

GMtR: Davin, you don't come in here and tell me-

DM: Rick, I'm going to say this as calmly as possible. Shut the fuck up, before I bring you somewhere where they'll never find you...except for the buzzards.

GMtR: Is that a threat?

DM: Yes. Now shut the fuck up. He beats a World Champ AND a multiple World Champ in a week's span...

Eco: A week is 7 days, Davin.

DM: *appears to mentally count to 10* Thank you, Juni. If Bryce does that, he deserves a World Title shot. And he'll win, because he said he'd DELIVER. The guard is changing GM the Weak. Don't forget, I have lots of good pals still on the board of directors. *I* make this company money. You spend it on booze and hookers.

Erlana: *from the other room* Hookers?

DM: I'll tell you all about it-

GMtR: NOTHING! Nothing honey. Just, uh, Davin being Davin...*growling under his breath* I will take it under advisement. Now get the hell out of my office.

DM: Natch, Ricky. We out.

*In the hallway*

DM: I've got something to say to everyone. Can you guys grab Dead and Eric for me?

Eco: What about Dr. Infieri??!?! What about Tyler Vangarde?!??! You can't just-

DM: Eco, they're probably still sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in the last time I used them in a promo.

*Kayfabe wanders in and eyes Davin warily*

DM: Kay? I've been nice to you lately. Don't make me stop being nice.

*She slinks away, a single tear running down her face*

*Minutes later, everyone is assembled in the same position they were a week ago. By the look and smell of them; Infieri and Vangarde have, indeed, not moved. Dead is proudly displaying his Intercontinental Championship, as Davin and Samantha come into the room, hand in hand, before Samantha heads to the audience*

DM: Ok, so I said my long-winded speeches and explanations were done. Hopefully they are. I'll try to make this short and sweet. First off, The Dead has, yet again, retained his Intercontinental Title against another difficult opponent. You're impressing the hell out of me, Deadly. Keep up the good work.

*There's a light round of applause as Dead simply nods once and goes back to concentrating on the front*

DM: So, going over the lineup for this week...Bryce, I know you're focused on Alexander Darling, but don't sleep on Sparxx. I can tell you that from experience this past week. Try to use that to your advantage if you can. As Eco used to say...work smarter, not harder.

DM: Eco, Voltage and Eric...

*Eric perks up at the mention of his name, moving the phone away from his mouth*

EOM: Oh, Hey Davin! Fun to work with you again.

DM: Great.

TV: It's VANGARDE you jerk.

DM: Whatever.

Eco: You shouldn't marginalize Tyler like that...he's a-

DM: ENOUGH. Listen. You've got Tyler, Wrath and Evans. Eco, I shouldn't have to tell you about Tyler and Wrath, but I have to say, Evans is the strong link on that team. Needless to say, I expect a win.

TV: I expect you to shut the fuck up.

DM: I can hear you, you know.

TV: Whatever.

DM: Infieri...you're...well...don't eat all the catering this week.

*Dr. Infieri says nothing*

DM: As for me, I'm not on the lineup, but I have a sneaking suspicion that may not be the case for long. One last think I want to address. Stan Fulton is no longer a member here. *He turns slightly to look at Eco, while addressing everyone else* He is no longer welcome here. He is no longer with us, he chose to leave, and as a result, he is to be considered against us from this point forward. That's all I have to say about that.

DM: Finally, you all did a fantastic job this past week, and it seems like you understand where we're going and what we're trying to do. It's a nice start, but the job's not finished yet. I need winners. Let's make sure we're winners.

*Davin steps from the podium and everyone gets up and starts to mill about. He stops by Rose Quinn, who has been in the corner, by herself*

DM: Auntie Rosie.

RQ: Davin. I'm so glad we finally have a chance to talk.

DM: Well, there won't be much of an exchange here. I talk. You listen. Understand?

*Rose nods*

DM: I want you to leave. I want you to go to your sister's house. I don't want you to have contact with anyone in the OOWF except for me until I say differently. Do you understand the words that I am saying to you right now?

RQ: Leave? You want me to LEAVE? I don't have to listen to you Davin. Eco brought me here, and-

DM: Stop talking. You will leave. You will pack and leave immediately. I've arranged for your flight to Logan.

RQ: You have no right to-

DM: I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT! *he composes himself* I have every right. The fact that I don't drive your head through that wall right now is a testament to my ability to control my temper and my upbringing, thanks to my mother. That's an upbringing you not only denied your children, but exploited them for your own personal gain. You may have cleaned up. You may have repented. You may have asked God or Junichiro to save your soul. But you hurt my family, and that, as of now, is unforgivable. The fact that I am related to you is unfortunate, but it's also kept me from unleashing the rage I feel upon you. Leave my sight immediately.

RQ: Davin, I...

DM: NOW!

*She looks for a second before leaving in tears. Ecosystem caught the tail end of it*

Eco: Davin, this is unacceptable. You can't just send her away! We're making such great progress! I can save her!

DM: No, Junichiro. You cannot. As I've said to you before, you can't even save yourself. What I just did was right a wrong that you created. In other words, I just cleaned up your fucking mess. A mess that affects me personally. Don't make me do it again.

*Davin walks away as Eco looks extremely pissed off*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

[The Dead heads back to his locker room area after Davin's speech. He is still banged up pretty bad from his street fight.]

Dead: Every week I enter Mayhem with the title, and every week I leave with it. Poe found out, yet again, that I am superior to him in every possible way. No matter what the stips are the end result is always the same. The Dead is YOUR Intercontinental Champion!

Dead: This week "fan favorite" Ravenna Blue steps up to face me. She will meet the same fate Poe has. I will DELIVER a decisive win. Ravenna, I am YOUR Intercontinental Champion and YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!

[The Dead smirks.]
FADE

[BookerShark]

Rosie Quinn is walking the hallways of the OOWF Arena. She's not crying, exactly, but you can tell she has been. It's mostly deserted as everyone appears to have left to head to Windsor. She finds her way to the indoor parking lot, in time to see Firewoman arguing with Lucky.

FW: I don't care how you get there. Maybe while you're doing that you can think about how "lucky" you are to have a job at all right now, and how you can convince me to not change my mind again and fire your ass anyway.

L: I'm just doing what you hired me to do.

FW: Then go do it somewhere else.

Firewoman gets in her pretty shiny Bugatti and takes off, peeling out, leaving Lucky standing there, fuming. He turns to go inside where he runs into Alexander.

AD: Did she leave?

L: Yeah.

AD: YOU LET HER LEAVE ALONE?

L: I didn't let her, she didn't give me a choice.

AD: *in a rage* If anything happens to her...in her state of mind....driving that car like that.....you will be the one I blame.

Rosie shakes her head, sniffs a few more tears, and goes back inside. She wanders the halls some more, trying to carry her bags, when she runs into what appears to be a brand new production assistant.

BNPA: Can I help you ma'am?

RQ: Yes...dear...I was looking for my son....

BNPA: Who is your son?

RQ: Ah, you're new here....Moosehead Jack is my son.

BNPA: Ah...well, I think they already left for Windsor.

RQ: Oh dear...I was hoping to travel with him. Lisa's car is too small for all of us.

BNPA: Well, why don't you come with me. I can help you get to his rooms too, if that's where you're staying.

RQ: Why, yes...yes it is!

Rose loops an arm through the PAs arm and looks up at him.

RQ: Thank you...you're such a dear to help an old lady.

BNPA: Not at all ma'am. It's nice that you're still connected with your kids. So many folks in this business aren't.

RQ: Oh, I know...it's a shame isn't it?

The production assistant grabs her luggage for her, and they walk out of the camera shot.

[BookerShark]

Chad, Zane and Bridgette are unloading their bags from the trunk of Zane's Mustang when they are approached by a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist.

RNSFJ: (to the ninjacam) I'm here with Chad Madison and Zane Myers, who made an unexpected return to the OOWF last week. Guys, what's the plan for you from here?

Zane: Same thing we do every night Pinky.. Try to take over the world...

(RNSFJ & Chad stare blankly at Zane, while Bridgette smiles broadly)

Zane: It's a joke.

Chad: Wow. That's.... That's one of MY lines.

Zane: I'm allowed to be a little jocular now and then.

Chad: It's just so... so... different (turns to Bridgette) Is this your doing?

Bridgette: I guess I had a little to do with it

Chad: AWESOME! This is going to be a BLAST!

RNSFJ: Moving on. You've been challenged to a match already.

Chad: We accept.

RNSFJ: You don't even know who it's from yet!

Zane: Doesn't matter. We know we can go toe to toe in that ring with anyone in this business. Whether it's the Tag Team Champions, The Bay Bridge Boyz or anyone in between we'll take them on.

RNSFJ: Even if it's Stan Fulton and Matt Folz?

Chad: Even them. Two guys who have never worked together before? Bring it on. You'll find out really fast how you Measure Up.

RNSFJ: Thanks guys. (turns to Bridgette) The new girls always report to Erlana first.

Bridgette: I don't work here

RNSFJ: Oh. You're with Chad then? Lucky girl. Better watch out, there'll be some jealous interviewers around here.

Bridgette: I'm here with Zane

RNSFJ: REALLY?!?!? You're with HIM?

Bridgette: Yes

RNSFJ: Huh. I guess there's someone for everyone out there.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is in some local dive bar drinking Jameson's when she notices a guy watching her from down the bar. She makes the mental note but continues enjoying her adult beverage.

After a little while, with the man staring at her the entire time, she finally decides to approach him. As soon as she gets out of her stool, he does as well and walks towards the back exit. Firewoman quickly follows.

She opens the exit he just went out cautiously. She looks around the alley, but sees no one.

FW: He wasn't a fuckin' ghost. Whoa, how many have I had?

She takes a step out and the door quickly closes behind her. As she turns around she's hit with a cattle prod. She jolts violentlyand drops to the ground after a few moments (longer than most though).

Poe stands over her holding the cattle prod. He leans over to look her in the eyes.

Poe: Congratulations, you got my attention. Our so-called truce is now officially over and your dear borther can not save you now.

Firewoman begins to stir, so Poe tases her again.

Poe: I put up with your foolishness for too long. You aggrevate me and always have. So much so, that there have indeed been times I haven't thought proprtly when it comes to you. I'm sure you remember Kobe...

Firewoman's eyes grow wide. Poe tases her again for good measure.

Poe: You needed to be taught a lesson. You needed to be broken. And we all know what happened. Now, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.

Poe leans down further over Firewoman.

Poe: The name I gave you? Cho Jae Eun? Yeah, he wasn't there. And do you want to know how I know this?

FW: You set it all up.

Poe: I ordered the beatdown, yes, but not the stabbing. And I put my best man on it to organize it. Dot the "I"s, cross the "T"s, etc. I guess he got carried away. Oh well. Do you know who my best man was?

Firewoman just glares at Poe.

Poe: You recognize the name, Ketsueki Seishin, don't you?

Firewoman's eyes grow wide once again. She tries to get up...so Poe tases her a fourth time.

Poe: You see I knew, Lisa. I knew you were his sister. Why else would I have recruited you in the first place?

Poe spits.

Poe: Ket was afraid you'd find out who he was. His reputation of ruthlessness and violence he worked so hard to obtain would be shattered if his li'l baby sister showed up. So he wanted to be behind the attack. He wanted to send you a message. He wanted you out of Japan and out of his life.

Poe leans in, mere inches away from Firewoman's face.

Poe: You were an embarassment to him. He hated your very existance.

Firewoman spits in Poe's face. He grins, wipes it off, and then smacks her hard. Poe then leans back up to stand over Firewoman.

Poe: I tried to protect you based on what little respect I did have for you and your brother. You two were doing so well...

Poe tases Firewoman one last time.

Poe: Now, I don't give a damn. You can rot in Hell and take the rest of the Four with you. I'm done with you. You only matter to me because you have my Championship Belt. I'll change that on Wednesday. Namaste, Lisa Quinn.

Poe walks down the alley and disappears into the mist as Firewoman begins to get feeling back in her body.

[BookerShark]

At the arena....hotel....whatever we call this, in Windsor...

Barely New Production Assistant: Okay, here it is Mrs. Quinn.....

RQ: Oh, thank you so much for taking care of me....Oh, but I don't have a key.

BNPA: Well, I'm sure Moosehead Jack won't mind if I let you in.

BNPA opens the door for Rose, and helps her in with her bags.

RQ: Thank you, you're such a dear.

BNPA: Not a problem. Just yell if you need anything, okay?

RQ: I sure will, dear. Thank you again.

The BNPA leaves and as the door closes we get a glimpse of Rose unpacking, humming an Irish tune.

[BookerShark]

<Moose, Stank and LD are sitting in the Chamber getting the last of their things together when Poe's attack on Fire comes on. Moose stops what he is doing and glares at the tv in silence. As he watches the promo unfold he gets a blank stare on his face and he starts to tremble in rage. The promo ends and the screen goes blank, but Moose just stares at the tv screen. Stank and LD look at one another, with concern. As they are watching Moose, Rosie Quinn comes in>

LD: Um Moose, hey you ok?

Stank: Come on, you know Poe is lying…….he is trying to get under Fire’s skin for their match

<Moose turns and slowly looks at the two of them, he looks at Stank, the back to LD, but doesn’t say a word, he just gets off the stool, grabs his bag, opens it, takes HappyDeth Bat out, drops the bag, looks back at LD and Stank, but again, doesn’t say a word to them, and heads for the door. Moose stops by Mrs. Quinn, she senses something is wrong and stops unpacking. LD and Stank step toward Moose, probably thinking they are going to have to stop a manslaughter. Moose looks at his mom and once again trembles a little>

RQ: Jack?

MHJ: <in a voice trembling with rage, but barely above a whisper> You are my mother. That is something that will never change. What you did to Lisa can never be changed and words cannot express my sorrow at that. You should be in jail. You should be dead for what you did. But you’re not. I cannot change that, but I can change you being here. <Moose reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills> This is all the money I have. Take it, and disappear. I don’t care where you go, I don’t care what you do, just go. I am giving you this chance ONLY because you are my mother, you won’t get a second chance.

<Mrs. Quinn stares in shock and starts to cry. Moose doesn’t say another word, he just turns and storms out the door with HappyDeth Bat in hand>

[BookerShark]

In a Detroit hospital, because that's going to be where all this happened, across the river...Moosehead Jack walks in like he owns the place, and grabs a nurse. Literally.

Nurse: Hey!

MHJ: Where. Is. She.

Nurse: Who? Oh, the wrestler...this way, sir. *They walk together*

MHJ: How did she get here?

Nurse: People at the bar heard the commotion, called 911.

MHJ: Police?

Nurse: Yeah, but then someone recognized her from the OOWF, so they figured it was part of that, and left.

MHJ: Great. What about her car?

Nurse: Bar owner has it safely locked up where no one can get to it. For a price, of course.

MHJ: She'll probably pay it.

Nurse: Here we are. You the husband?

MHJ: *turns and glares at the nurse*.....NO. Brother.

Nurse: Ah. Well, we need him for some papers and stuff, but you can see her. She'll be fine in a few hours, just really confused and in a lot of pain right now. She's on some pain meds, but damn she's got a high tolerance. We'll keep her overnight for observation.

Moose glares at the nurse as she leaves, then turns to his sister.

MHJ: Well, he were are. Yet another hospital promo.

FW: Where is my car?

Firewoman is very groggy, and very emotional.

MHJ: Dunno. Ask Darling.

FW: What? Seriously ... OW......

MHJ: Don't try to move.

FW: Every thing hurts.

MHJ: That generally happens after you have been tasered five times

FW: What?

MHJ: You don't remember?

FW: I remember a bar.....there was this guy that....so I followed him out and......Poe.

MHJ: Yeah.

FW: He said......he admitted it was his idea....

MHJ: Yeah, it was.

FW: He said.........he said it was you.

MHJ: People say a lot of things. Don't believe him.

FW: But ... he was....why would he say that?

MHJ: Man, he did scramble your brain. He said that to get in your head and screw you up. he's playing mind games.

FW: But...I remember your mask.

MHJ: It wasn't me....I was there after....too late, I know, but--

FW: So ... you knew he had something planned....

MHJ: Yeah, but it happened all the time. Happened to me, happens to almost all the American wrestlers. It's like getting jumped into a gang or something, its stupid, but its what they do. There was not supposed to be anything more than that.

FW: HE didn't take me there to welcome me to the family. He was teaching me a lesson. You knew that...how could you not?

MHJ: Cause that is not how it was supposed to go down, that's not what I was told. He fucking lied to me then like he is lying to you now

FW: I... I don't know....

MHJ: What do you want me to say here?

FW: Just...if you tell me, I'll believe you. Just tell me it wasn't you. Tell me all that other stuff he said was ....

Moose looks her square in the eye, deadly serious.

MHJ: I. Didn't. Do. It.

FW: ....And the other stuff.....?

MHJ: C'mon. Never.

FW: ...

MHJ: ...

FW: I believe you.

MHJ: Good. Lets kill Poe

FW: No.

MHJ: Well, I am going to, you can come or not.

FW: I said NO. WE are not doing anything. This is MY fight. You stay out of it.

MHJ: Like hell. He fucking LIED and brought me into it. I told him I would stay out of it if he didn't cross the line. He didn't just cross the line, he fucking obliterated it. Now, he pays, I will fucking skin him alive, you can help, or you can not, its up to you

FW: Jack.........I'm not asking. Remember how you let me take the lead with Cho? I'm doing it here. You can have him when I'm done. He's my demon. If I don't do this, I'll never......just back the fuck off, and don't make me make you back off. Because you know I will.

MHJ: Don't threaten me. I backed off Darling because YOU asked me to. HE made this fucking personal. I trusted him, and he pulls THIS? You have him at Hell on Earth. The only promise I will make you is that he won't be dead before then

FW: If you don't let me do this, then what he said was right. Then I am an embarrassment to you, and you're not proud of me at all, like you said you were.

MHJ: Thats bullshit and you know it. If I were embarrassed by you, would I have wanted you, LOBBIED for you to be in the Five? Would I have tried to kill Darling and myself if you were an embarrassment to me? If I cared that little, I would have walked away and let Darling do whatever. I would have let you rot as a second banana in DEA instead of insisting that you were part of the Five because I KNEW you were that damn good. Poe is full of shit, don't fucking use his words against me

FW: Then don't live up to every one of them.

The nurse comes in and injects something into Firewoman's i.v.

MHJ: This is bullshit and you know it. Have I EVER stepped in and stopped you from going after someone? No, because I know that one, you wouldn't fucking listen to me anyway and two, its what we do. We kill the people who have wronged us. Well.......I do, I still don't know what the fuck you are doing with Darling, but that doesn't matter now...

FW: You've never killed anyone remember? And Alexander never has tried to play one of us off ... the..... other....

Firewoman starts to drift off.

MHJ: So what. I can kill him, I am tired of this shit. I have Darling on one side, I fucking KNOW he is up to something. I have Poe pulling this shit on the other. I have a promise to Stank to help him get rid of those assholes Drink and Destroy. I am not joking Fire, someone is going to die..... Fire....?

Moose sees Firewoman is asleep. He looks at the nurse, and smiles.

MHJ: That's the only way she'd ever let me win that conversation. Thanks, toots.

Moose leaves the room.

[BookerShark]

<we see Poe walking down the halls of the Windsor Arena. No one speaks to him, no one approaches him. Poe opens the door to the locker room he is using and steps in. Through the slight light from the hallway, we see Poe stop and a smirk crosses his face>

Poe: Moose

<a match lights and we see Moosehead Jack’s face lit by the flame as he lights a cigar. Poe flips the light switch and it lights a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling>

Poe: Nice touch

<Moose is sitting behind a table, he kicks a chair out for Poe. On the table in front of him is Happy DethBat>

MHJ: Sit down

<Poe takes a seat at the table, never taking his eyes off of Moose. There is a long silence between them, finally Moose speaks>

MHJ: You lied

Poe: Did I?

MHJ: You know goddamn well you did.

Poe: So, is this the part where you take your bat and carve up my skull?

MHJ: There will be plenty of time for that later. What I want to know is, why?

Poe: Why I told Fire what she needed to know?

MHJ: <shaking his head> You know Omar <Poe bristles a little at this> I knew things between you and Fire would get personal. It was inevitable, you two are too much alike. I told you when all this started, you keep things reasonable, don’t give me a reason to get involved, and I would stay out of it. You couldn’t do that, could you?

Poe: Well, Jack <now Moose bristles a bit> you know how it goes, all’s fair in love and war, right? Are you going to sit there and tell me you wouldn’t have done the same?

<Poe doesn’t even give Moose a chance to answer>

Poe: No, I know what the real Jack would have done…….what Ket would have done. You would take any opportunity to get into your opponents head. In fact, I believe that is exactly what you told Ms. Blue just a few weeks ago, isn’t it? I saw a chance to get into Fire’s head, I took it. If you cannot accept that, that is YOUR problem, not mine.

MHJ: You know Omar, the reason we got along so well is because you knew I never had a reason to challenge you. Your goals and my goals have always been different. I crave blood and mayhem, and no matter how much you want to claim you are this dark, sinister entity, I knew, all along, you did not have what it took. You are a glorified title whore. All you care about is the gold. That’s why we worked so well together. I wanted carnage, you wanted glory. It worked well, until someone had the nerve to tell you no. And not just anyone, but a woman, right Omar?

Poe: <getting a little agitated> No, our partnership worked just fine until YOU decided to side with HER

MHJ: My sister? You knew all along she was my sister. And you knew all along that the Quinn’s working together would cause you nothing but trouble. You want control. I told you Darling was nothing but trouble, but you wouldn’t listen, and now, look.

Poe: If I recall correctly, you could not end Darling any more than I could

MHJ: That’s where you are wrong Omar. I put him in the hospital. Neither of us will ever be the same. He took your title in Japan. He shattered your ankle. He took your OOWF title. You talk big, but when it comes to Darling, you are a failure.

<Poe gets to his feet and snarls at Moose>

Poe: I will show you failure when I destroy your sister and take MY title back

MHJ: Will you now. And what happens when you fail Omar. What happens when you can’t live up to your talk, AGAIN. What happens when that impudent, strong-willed woman beats you in the middle of the ring? What excuses will we hear then? You couldn’t even beat Dead for the IC title, you think by spreading lies you are going to beat Fire?

Poe: <slamming his hands on the table and laughing a little> Lisa Quinn is not half the wrestler Dead is. Face it Jack, you and Fire are both one-trick ponies. What was it Ric Flair called them? Glorified stunt men. Garbage wrestlers. I am going to go out there at Hell On Earth and I am going to embarrass one Quinn by destroying the other.

<Moose shakes his head at this and laughs a little>

MHJ: You want to know a little secret Omar? Let me let you in on something. When we were putting the Five together, we knew we wanted LD. We knew we wanted Stank. We knew we wanted Fire. And we knew I was in. That last spot……….lets just say, you were not a lock. As a matter of fact, there was SERIOUS consideration on taking Davin Moreland over you.

<Poe glares at Moose>

MHJ: In the end, I convinced everyone else that you were the better choice. Looking back now, maybe I made the wrong choice.

<Moose and Poe glare at one another, Poe looks down at Happy DethBat, then back at Moose>

MHJ: Go ahead Omar. Do it. I can see it in your eyes you want nothing more than to slam that bat upside my head. Do it. I dare you.

<Poe looks at Moose debating on whether he should call his bluff or not>

MHJ: Before you do it though, just remember one thing. I did say that if you find a weakness, exploit it to your advantage. Omar, everyone has an Achilles heel. Everyone has a weak spot. Mine just may happen to be my sister. Yours just happened to be in Hawaii

<Poe snaps his head up and looks at Moose wide eyed>

Poe: You wouldn’t……

MHJ: <getting to his feet to look at Poe eye to eye> Wouldn’t I? You were right to send her away Omar. You knew she would be my first target. You want to hurt me? I know where to hurt back. Now, what you have to wonder is this, is she safe? Or are there already people there waiting on her. You know, Spencer had such a pretty face, and I ruined it. Selena is so much prettier, and so much more innocent. It would be such a shame if something were to happen to take away that beauty……….and innocence.

Poe: <speaking in a barely controlled rage> Jack…….so help me, by all the gods, if something happens to her…….

MHJ: Like a stabbing?

Poe: Jack………<Poe snaps and flips the table over and grabs Moose by the throat and slams him against the wall>

MHJ: <barely audible because he is being choked> DO IT! DO IT OMAR! Every second you are after me, is one more second your beloved is in danger. Would I really do it?

<Poe snarls, then throws Moose to the floor and storms out of the room. The camera man follows Poe out of the room as he starts down the hall, from the room we hear a hoarse Moose yell after him, laughing maniacally>

MHJ: SUCH A PRETTY FACE OMAR! SUCH A PRETTY FACE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is pacing the Hallway of Random Encounters when he Randomly Encounters Bryce in the Hallway.

Eco: Bryce. Hi. Hi Bryce.

BL: You feeling all right there?

Eco: Yeah. Yeah. Totally. Maybe. Kind of.

BL: Because I don't think it's worth getting upset over her.

Eco: Are you kidding? That woman...she is...it's difficult to put into words how...it hurts to have her disapprove, you know?

BL: You care about Fire's mom that much?

Eco: ...oh, her.

BL: Yeah, who were you talking about?

Eco: Um...never mind that. I don't know, Davin was probably right about that one. Past a point, we weren't doing more for her. She needs to be separate again.

BL: This further confirms you're not just crazy. Maybe.

Eco: Listen...thanks for coming back. I'm sorry for being...confused. I'm glad you're going after the World Title.

BL: Actually? Or are you nodding along with Davin?

Eco: No, I agree. But just remember, you're not DELIVERING for me and Davin. You're winning it for Bryce. You've deserved this for a long, long time. You deserve it far more than I do at this point. And if Davin is serious about moving away from his own self-aggrandizement, I think he'd be inclined to second that for himself.

BL: Looks like Poe is inserting himself.

Eco: FUCK POE. That guy has been on a month-long losing streak to Dead for the Intercontinental Title, then he decides to force his way into the WORLD title match by violently attacking his OWN PARTNER. No honor, no loyalty, no respect. If saving the OOWF means anything at this point, it means that shit can't be allowed to fly. To put Poe v. Firewoman on the marquee instead of Bryce Larson v. Firewoman spits on everything this company should stand for....(whispering) everything she would want.

BL: Plans?

Eco kneels before Bryce, as he had his followers kneel before him.

Eco: Whatever you wish. The floor is yours.

FADE

[BookerShark]

From behind Larson, we hear someone yell.

Voice: Holy shit! Are you blowin' him?

Larson turns around, and Ecosystem leans over to see J-P Sparxx coming towards them, with Jewel strutting along side.

J-PS: Damn dudes, I knew there was a lotta man love around here, but Christ man!

BL: You better keep on walkin...

J-PS: Yo bro, I'm sorry to interrupt this, uh, male bondin', yeah, let's call it male bondin' 'cuz bro, 'das just sick.

Jewel: It' ain't dat bad, really...

All three men look at Jewel, then continue.

Eco: Mr. Sparxx, with all due respect, just leave us. We were discussing...

J-P puts his arm around Larson, drawing a hateful glare from him.

J-PS: If dat's what you kids be callin' it dees days, a'ight.

J-P taps Larson on his chin with his fist.

J-PS: You enjoy yourself now, you and yo boyfriend here...

Eco: I WASN'T...

J-PS: "Cuz listen closely son...

J-P pulls Larson in close.

J-PS: I ain't fogotten wut'cha did to me when I started bitch, knowwhatI'msayin'? Yo ass is mine...

J-P looks at Eco.

J-PS: Not like it's his.

Eco springs to his feet. J-P quickly pulls Larson into a headlock and kicks Eco. Larson punches J-P in the gut to break the headlock. J-P releases, but immediately kicks Larson in the stomach and DDT's him to the floor. Eco lunges at J-P again, but J-P grabs him in a bearhug and belly to belly suplexes him over his head. Eco crashes into a stack of pallets. J-P then stands and smiles and douche poses while looking at the carnage.

J-PS: I guess they wanted to be alone. They got all upset and shit.

Jewel: You did kinda cock block 'em.

J-P smiles and puts his arm around Jewel and they walk away.

J-PS: So, baby, since you enjoy it so much...