MidWeekMayhem/OOWF Tag Team Invitational Round 1 (

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Tag Team Invitational Round 1
Live! From Crab Orchard, Tennessee

OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament - Round 1[/u]

(1)Texpress vs. (16)The Bay Bridge Boyz
(8)DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling vs. (9)Chris Evans & Ravenna Blue
(5)The Dead & Bryce Larson vs. (12)Stan Fulton & Matt Folz
(4)Alexander Darling & Damon Wrath vs. (13)Eric O'Mac & Tyler Vangarde
(3)Drink & Destroy vs. Insane Homeless Bunny
(6)Davin Moreland & J-P Sparxx vs. (11)Tytan & Concrete TG
(7)The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. (10)LD Williams & Firewoman
(2)Moosehead Jack & Stank vs. (15)The Four Norsemen

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[BookerShark]

*After the Mayhem in Kentucky, Davin Moreland is WALKING~! in his ring gear (plus a "Team Mooseland" shirt) and KNOCKS~! on Moosehead Jack's locker room door. He answers.*

MHJ: What?

DM: Nice to see you too, Jack.

MHJ: Cut the crap, Moreland. What the fuck do you want?

DM: I want to extend an invitation.

MHJ: Huh?

DM: You. Come out to my house for a long weekend. Rum. Whiskey. Cigars. Good cigars.

MHJ: Oh. Cubans?

DM: No, fuck that. Hand-rolled Dominican.

MHJ: Huh. I'm surprised you know your shit.

DM: So what do you say?

MHJ: I'm tempted to say "go fuck yourself" and leave it at that.

DM: Thought you might want to visit my Mom too. She lives nearby.

MHJ: Why would I want to do that?

DM: *pauses* You know what? You're probably right. But in case you change your mind *hands him a business card*, here's the number to the car service. Wheels up in 3 hours. No pressure or whatever. I just thought you might like a few days away from *gestures around* all of this. *He shrugs* Just a thought. You've got my number. Later, Jack.

*Moose stands there holding the business card, stroking his chin.*

MHJ: Well...it IS supposed to be nice there this time of year...

*fade*

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MHJ: I'll be back in a few days, I have some shit to think about

<before they can respond, Moose grabs his bag and leaves and heads down the hall>

MHJ: Davin........wait up

[BookerShark]

After Mayhem and people are kind of milling around. No one (except Davin and Moose) appears ready to leave, and most old rivalries are taking a back seat due to the funeral. Firewoman spies Tytan who is off to himself, basically being snubbed and ignored across the room, and walks up to him. Tytan stands and readies himself for what he thinks is going to come, and then he is stunned when Fire stops, looks at him...looks THROUGH him almost....and then hugs him.

A hush falls over the backstage are as all witnessing are trying to figure it out. Fire pulls back and looks through Tytan's eyes again.

FW: He....He forgives you.

Fire turns and walks away, leaving Tytan speechless.

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Backstage*

Alexander Darling is walking the halls before turning the corner and coming to a stop in front of a door. The camera angle turns and we see he's standing in front of the DELIVERS locker room. It doesn't look like much maintenance has been done to the door recently, but Alex assumes this is where he needs to be. He knocks a few times before The Dead comes to the door. The Dead quickly gets into a defensive position.

Alexander: Calm down Deadly. Not looking for a fight, especially tonight.

Dead: What do you want Darling?

Alexander: Not your concern. Can I come in?

Dead stares Darling up and down before slowly stepping aside to allow Alex to enter the locker room. Alex looks around and sees Eric on a cell phone and Alex just shakes his head. Tyler is staring daggers at everyone while actually sharpening a dagger. That's uncomfortable. Infieri is reading a book. That isn't surprising. Bryce is walking around the locker room packing up his belongings before moving on to the next town. Alex makes his way over to Larson. Bryce finally feels that someone is watching him and he slowly turns around to see Alexander standing there. Darling continues to size up Larson.

Bryce: Can I help you with something?

Alexander: ...

Bryce: Are you just going to stand there and stare?

Alexander: Hmmm.

Bryce: What the hell is your deal Darling?

Alexander: I think it's time.

Bryce: Time for what? What the hell are you talking about?

Alexander: Come see me when you get a chance. I think we have some stuff to talk about.

Alexander walks out of DELIVERS' locker room. The Dead walks over to Larson.

Dead: What was that about?

Bryce: I do not know. But I think I'm going to find out sooner or later.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

FADE IN to see The Crusher Stan Fulton walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters™ in Big Bone Lick State Park following his match in Imperial Onslaught. He carries his axe handle in one hand and the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title belt in the other.

At the end of the hallway he, and we, see Matt Folz. Folz spies Fulton and frankly isn’t sure how to react.

SF: “Partner.”

MF: “Fulton. I wasn’t sure how’d you react to me eliminating you tonight.”

SF: “Part of the game, Matt.”

MF: “Glad to hear it.”

SF: “Need a lift to Tennessee? My Kia Sportage is parked outside. You know, it was named as one of the most reliable vehicles in the 2009 Consumer Reports reliability survey.”

MF: “You fuckin’ okay? When did you start selling out?”

SF: “Just now. I’m trying to conserve my lawsuit settlement monies so I took a sponsorship or five. I figured if selling out is okay for the top stars in the OOWF, it’s okay for me. I’m not going to get the big money companies, like REDACTED water, REDACTED coffee and REDACTED permanent markers, but the next tier down has been receptive to my overtures.

“Anyway, I thought we could start talking about the upcoming tag match next week on Mayhem against The Dead and Bryce Larson.”

MF: “Well...”

SF: “It’s your call. I’ve gotta clean up and change. I’ll be heading out in about an hour. If you’re there, great. Hop in. If not, I’ll see you in Crab Orchard.”

Fulton steps around Folz and heads to his locker room as Folz stands there looking troubled as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

*There's one ninjacam, who is shooting a closeup of a Gulfstream VI in flight. Another ninjacam picks up the shot from inside, and we see what you'd expect to see. Everything tastefully appointed. There's nothing showy, no chandeliers, no Oriental Rugs, no painting or sculptures anywhere. Just 12 oversized black leather swivel chairs, surrounding six round oak tables. The sound system, phones and galley are all neatly tucked in a corner of the plane. The ninjacam zooms in, and we Davin Moreland and Moosehead Jack, each holding a glass of whiskey (presumably Jameson's since there's a bottle of it sitting on the table between them. They're also both puffing away on a cigar.*

MHJ: You know...I'm old enough to remember when you could smoke on planes. You know. Regular planes.

DM: Yeah, I remember. If you had to go to the bathroom you had to walk through the smoking section and when you opened the curtain, all you could smell was cigarettes.

MHJ: And from that day forward you knew you had to smoke cigarettes.

DM: *puffs* I like them. I don't smoke a ton. Some days, they're my only attachment to reality, as scary as that is.

MHJ: *puffs* No. I get it. Trust me.

*Davin looks at him dubiously*

MHJ: No...No really, trust me. I know what you mean. That's what I mean.

*Moose fills his glass back up*

MHJ: You know, this plane isn't as douchey as I thought it would be.

DM: Meh. It's still pretty douchey. But it's the fastest way for me to get where I need to go.

MHJ: Darlings made you get this, right?

DM: Uh..no. I bought it. This is kinda new. Dunkin' Donuts used to let me take theirs before I got this one.

MHJ: They still sponsor you?

DM: Yeah. What a racket.

MHJ: But, haven't you been helping Lis-er-Fire pimp Duncan Hills?

DM: Tell ya a secret?

MHJ: Ok.

DM: Dunkin' Donuts is the parent company of Duncan Hills. Did you think the "Duncan" part was a coincidence?

MHJ: I did until just now. That...is brilliant on their part.

DM: Marketing. Business. *sips* That's all these companies are about. The products are irrelevant.

MHJ: That kinda sucks though, don't you think? I mean, companies used to be about selling quality products that were useful to consumers. *puffs* Now they're about selling whatever products to as many suckers as they can find.

DM: *puffs* Yeah, there's a lot of truth in that. Companies can get shit that fell off the boat from China, put it in a pretty box and sell it on Newbury Street and make a fucking fortune. There are lots of them that do that. There are others that make a quality product that people want or need. That was my decision when Lexie and I first started hunting for endorsements.

MHJ: *sips* Seems like forever ago.

DM: *nods while sipping* No shit. She straight up asked me, "do you care what you endorse or not?" I said I cared. To this day, I only endorse things that I use or would use myself.

MHJ: That's how you sleep at night?

DM: Something like that.

MHJ: How did you ever come up with that anyway? And how did you get it to work for the entire company? And how did you ever get Rick to agree to it?

DM: Well, to be fair, I didn't come up with it. Lexie brought it to me before the merger. I think it was around the time TNA had that "6 Hour Stacker" logo on the ring, and it got her mind going. She made some calls and we discussed it, and she laid out a plan. *sips, kills the glass and refills it* She's so fucking smart and business savvy. If she had gone into the family business, she'd be running it by now. No doubt. She taught me everything I know. After that, it was easy. I was Assistant GM at the time, remember? All I had to do to make it company-wide was mention it to Erlana, who, might I add, was more than happy to see someone taking an interest in making the OOWF legit.

MHJ: That's high praise for a fucking Darling.

DM: I married one, remember.

MHJ: Yeah, but you married the one who's the least...Darling.

DM: Truth.

MHJ: So how do you handle it?

DM: What?

MHJ: You know, being related...to THEM.

DM: *puffs away on his cigar for a second* I don't know. My only guess is that Samantha helps. A lot.

MHJ: Even with that piece of shit Alex?

DM: Even with that piece of shit Alex. You know, he's not ALL evil.

MHJ: You're wrong, he is.

DM: Maybe so. But I'm stuck with him. So I make the best of it.

MHJ: Killing him would be easier.

DM: It would also get me a needle in my arm if I do it in the wrong state.

MHJ: *kills his glass and refills again* Not if you do it right.

*A minute passes as they puff away on their stogies and do less sipping and more gulping of the Jameson's*

MHJ: So...why did you invite me, anyway?

DM: Lots of reasons. Mostly because I know you need to get out of that for a bit. I mean hell. You've been there, and in that life almost non-stop for 6 years. Day 1. And then, well, we both saw what happened to Junichiro. I knew that you would be affected by that. Not much really affects you, but I knew that would. I mean...Establishment...

MHJ: You're one of the few historians left in the company, Davin. One of the few who actually watched the product and knew who we were about when we were playing igloos and log cabins.

DM: I've always been obsessive over preparation. I figure it's the least that I can do because of the chance I got to do this.

MHJ: Beats the hell out of jobbing to a little girl.

DM: True enough. Ramu's a good kid though. I wish Vince would take a look at her. She'd make people care about Undertaker again.

MHJ: Again?

DM: Touche.

MHJ: So where are we going? Kennedy Compound?

DM: Heh. No. But I could show it to you. It's actually not far from where we're landing. No, I have a good-sized house in Mashpee on the water. I bet you'll be disappointed when it's not as big as you think it is. No tennis courts. No service quarters. No pool.

MHJ: No pool?

DM: On the water. A pool would be retarded.

MHJ: It would be. It normally doesn't stop rich, entitled fucks from having one anyway. Samantha is there?

DM: Yeah. Her and Moony stayed home. It's weird to see them all week and not have to deal with the bullshit. I think it's weird for them too. It's such a different vibe.

MHJ: I would imagine.

*A voice comes over the loudspeaker*

V: Davin, we're about 10 minutes out of Hyannis. Buckle in.

*Time passes, and Davin and Moose are each holding their own bag, walking to the parking lot at Barnstable Municipal Airport. They come up on Davin's now-infamous Black 1995 Toyota Camry*

MHJ: You're still driving this piece of shit?

DM: *opens the trunk and puts the bags in* 350,000 miles and counting. Still getting 35 MPG on the highway.

*They both get in*

MHJ: Still, I would have thought...and didn't Alexander...

DM: The Vanquish? Yeah, it's in the garage. Samantha drives it sometimes, but I've only driven it a couple times. Hell, Moony might have driven it more than both of us. Sammy likes the Camry too.

MHJ: That's just...wow.

DM: Ok, cool. There's a Wendy's across the rotary. Hungry?

MHJ: Yeah. Wendy's?

DM: Good stuff, right? After that, Kennedy Compound.

MHJ: Nice.

*music is heard faintly from the radio. Davin turns it up louder. It's "Shippin' Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys*

MHJ: Also nice.

DM: Yup.

*The camera watches the Camry drive into the rotary*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Stank knocks on the door and Alexander Darling answers*

AD - Oh... you're not Bryce.

Stank - No. I'm not.

AD - Can I help you?

Stank - No. You can't. I'm looking for Fire.

*Without waiting for an answer or an invitation, Stank gently shoves Alex to the side and walks inside the Darling suites. The big man stands there and surveys the area.*

AD - Sure... come on in.

Stank - Is that her room?

*Lucky stands in front of a door and looks up, noticing Stank for the first time. Barely audible, Firewoman can be heard inside talking to someone.*

Stank - Oh. Does she have company?

Lucky - God I wish.

Stank - Move Luck.

Lucky - I don't think you should go in there.

AD - Stank why don't you come back la-

Stank - Shut the fuck up, Alex. No one is talking to you.

AD - I will NOT shut the fuck up! You can't come in HERE and *tuLRK!*

*Alex's words are cut off by Stank goozling him and shoving him against a nearby wall. Alex grabs at Stank's wrist, struggling to breath.*

Stank - I've had enough of your mouth Alex! I came here to talk to my friend. Don't make the mistake of believing your being married to her holds any weight with me!

FW - Let go of him Stank.

*Stank turns his head toward the OOWF World Champion. He releases Alex who collapses to the floor coughing and trying to catch his breath.*

Stank - We need to talk.

FW - About?

Stank - A lot of things. We've never properly celebrated your title win since you (*points to Alex gasping on the floor*) beat THIS prick to become World Champion. We haven't worked out together since that time either. A lot of shit has happened in the last month that I would like to get your take on, but mostly... I need to talk to you about your brother.

*Firewoman's expression turns a little sad at the mention of Moosehead Jack.*

FW - You going to yell at me again about sibling rivalry?

*Now it's the big man's turn to soften his expression.*

Stank - No... I promise. No yelling.

FW - I... miss you too. Give me some time and I'll stop by.

*Stank eyes Firewoman warily.*

Stank - Fine... I'll be waiting. Lucky. *Stank looks down.* Alex.

*The big man walks away as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

Fire wanders into the "Heartbreakers of Knoxville" club (a mere 55 minutes from Crab Orchard) after parking her motorcycle, and sees Stank enjoying the company of the employees. She smiles and sits down next to him. Two of the ladies turn their attention to her.

FW: Later....

Stank: How do you find these places?

FW: It's a talent. There's one with male dancers down the road, but I figured you'd veto that.

Stank: Yeah, no offense, it's just not my thing.

FW: Well fortunately, I'm flexible.

Stank: Uh huh. Jameson's?

FW: Uh, no, I'll take just a club soda.

Stank: Oh? Huh...okay.

FW: Ladies, if you give us a few minutes, I'll be sure to make it worth your while later.

The dancers pout, but leave.

FW: So....you wanted to talk?

Stank: Yes. Your brother. You need to cut him some slack.

FW: What? I forgave him?

Stank: I know...I'm worried about him, Fire. He's...I dunno, he's tired.

FW: Aren't we all? It's a crazy schedule they have us on.

Stank: No, not that kind of tired...I mean....TIRED.

FW: Eh, he'll be fine. C'mon, buy me a World Champion Lap Dance.

Stank: No, that's the thing you don't get. I know he's your big brother, and maybe you don't see it, but he's not indestructible.

FW: Well, no, no one is, but he's Moose. He always--

Stank: We've had a hellacious feud with Drink and Destroy, not to mention almost killing himself against Alexander. And that's just the last few months.

FW: *realization setting in* Well...yeah...but--

Stank: I mean on top of that, he's got you and Poe at each other's throats threatening to drag him into it.

FW: Well, he made a truce with his friend, so that took care of that.

Stank: That truce had nothing to do with his friendship with Poe. That was self-preservation. If Poe had pushed it...if he had attacked you one more time, Moose would have been in it, and it wouldn't have been good.

FW: .....

Stank: I'm the big brother in my family. I know how we feel about our younger siblings. And I see how mine look up to me, and how you look up to yours. And we never EVER want to let our younger siblings down. So we'll do anything...ANYTHING...even if it costs us...to keep that from happening. Do you get what I'm saying?

FW: *quietly* I think so...

Stank: Good. So......

FW: I'm less than thrilled that you strangled Alex. You used to like him, you know.

Stank: I did not.

FW: You worked with Alexis during the war with Bennett. And you...well, you tolerated him. When Alex was back with Poe you tried to help him.

Stank: Yeah...well....

FW: Well, nothing. A few weeks ago, you did that to him, we would not be sitting here having these lovely drinks now, awaiting some live entertainment.

Stank: To be honest, I'm kinda waiting for you to do something about that.

FW: He doesn't want me to.

Stank: Alex doesn't?

FW: No, not Alex.

Stank: Okay, first no whiskey, now...are you okay?

At that point, two dancers come over to offer their services.

FW: Talk more later Stank. C'mon....

Stank: Fine....*he fishes money out of his wallet* Shouldn't you be paying? Don't you have millions of dollars now?

FW: I'll get the next one.

Fade to maintain PG 13 rating.....we fade back in after the dance.

Stank: So......

FW: Can I confide in you?

Stank: Uh...it depends.......

FW: I have to go meet the family.....

Stank: What family?

FW: The Darlings.

Stank: So what, don't you know half of them? Sam, and Alexis, and Spencer...

FW: Yeah, but there's brothers....and ..... parents.

Stank: Oh............Oooooooooh.

FW: Yeah.....

Stank: How bad could it be?

FW: ......

Stank: ......

FW: I'm terrified.

Stank: I can only imagine....

fade

[BookerShark]

<Moose and Davin are sitting on the deck at his house in Mashpee watching the waves, drinking beer and smoking expensive cigars>

MHJ: I’ll give you credit Davin, this is nice

DM: Yeah, it’s a little slice of heaven. Figured I needed to have SOMETHING to show for all the years of abuse. What about you? You have a place tucked away somewhere?

MHJ: Nah

DM: I know you make good bank Moose, you should look into it

<there is a long silence between them, broken only by the waves crashing against the beach. Finally Moose speaks>

MHJ: So would you really do it?

DM: Do what?

MHJ: Walk away from it all

DM: I want to say yes, but I really don’t know.

<another long pause>

MHJ: My contract is up

DM: I’ve heard

MHJ: I could just walk away now…..

DM: Why don’t you?

MHJ: <staring out over the ocean> You remember the promo I did about the Christmas Past and all that?

DM: Yeah

MHJ: That’s how its going to end

DM: You don’t know that

MHJ: Yeah, I do. Eco knew how it was going to end too.

DM: It doesn’t have to end like that though

MHJ: Davin, I wish it were that easy. This is what I know. This is all I know. It was wrestling or jail. All that violence? That is not just violence for the sake of violence. That is a release. It is the only release I have. Some guys buy insanely fancy sports cars, some guys get hooked on drugs, for me, wrestling was a way to keep me out of jail. It would build and build and build, and I would ask for some insane match, I would go to Japan and get in one of those King of the Deathmatch tournaments. It wasn’t for the fame, it was to quiet the voices in my head, the ones that keep reminding me of things better left buried. It is what is going to keep me going long after I can’t do this anymore. It is what is going to keep me fighting, and losing to, green kids in some high school in Nowhere USA, it is what is going to kill me. If I stop, the voices win, I have to keep going to keep them quiet, but lately……….

DM: Lately its been worse?

MHJ: Yeah. That bit about blood in the air? Again, not some promo tactic. Its him. He is driving me to this

DM: He won’t stop either

MHJ: I know. I don’t want him to

DM: What?

MHJ: Eventually, we will pass the point of no return

DM: You haven’t yet?

MHJ: We’re both still here aren’t we?

DM: Not from lack of trying. So the only way for this to ever end?

MHJ: He knows. They all know

DM: Moose, I say this with all the respect in the world, you need to step back. You are going to kill yourself and someone else. Its not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when. There is no reason to be losing to green kids in a high school gym, and there is damn sure no reason to be found dead in a hovel shithole somewhere.

MHJ: Its what has to be

DM: For what?

MHJ: <finally looking at Davin> Unpaid sins

<fade to black>

[BookerShark]

*Fade back in after a commercial*

DM: I get it.

MHJ: Yeah?

DM: Unpaid sins?

MHJ: Yeah.

DM: You know they're all not your sins to pay for. He knows that. You know that.

MHJ: That doesn't matter.

DM: It does if you can separate what YOU must atone for, and the sins you're carrying for others.

MHJ: Again. That doesn't matter. The sins simply are. He doesn't care.

DM: *looks at him seriously* He does, Jack.

MHJ: You know this?

DM: I know this. I asked. He said my sins are my own. The others I carry are not mine to fix. Hell, he won't even tell me if I CAN fix them.

MHJ: He's an asshole like that.

DM: Truth.

MHJ: I've never asked you. Whatever happened to your Dad?

DM: *thinks and sips off his drink* The sins I carry are not all my own.

MHJ: That's what I figured.

DM: So when IS your contract up?

MHJ: It's already up. I'm working per diem right now.

DM: Yeah, I've got another month or so.

MHJ: Ever thought about it?

DM: About what?

MHJ: Free Agency?

DM: *clearly having never thought about it, but does right this second* Man, that might kick a lot of ass.

MHJ: Hell, everyone will be calling you.

DM: You too. Shit. Heyman might start a new ECW if he's got you.

MHJ: You could go to Vince tomorrow and probably be in a Wrestlemania Main Event.

DM: 1) Probably not. 2) Fuck Vince.

MHJ: The Crete thing?

DM: Not just that.

MHJ: I mean, it's not like you're going slumming for DGUSA or something.

DM: Man, I really just want to be done. But if my mind were to change; I'd have no problem soaking Dixie for a shitload of money for a year.

MHJ: And work 4 days a month.

DM: You'd do it too, wouldn't you?

MHJ: *laughs* Moosehead Jack and Samoa Joe vs. Davin Moreland and Matt Morgan.

DM: And even after that half hour of awesomeness, they'll only sell 7,000 PPVs.

MHJ: Shame.

DM: Tampa's nice.

MHJ: Yeah?

DM: Yeah, I spent a couple days there last time I went to visit the in-laws.

MHJ: Darlings.

DM: Them.

MHJ: How do you stand it? I mean, he hates them. HATES. He's always telling me.

DM: Yeah, me too. But he likes Samantha. And he doesn't hate Alexis.

MHJ: What about-

DM: You KNOW what about. The pills help. A lot. He's a complicated guy, but he stands for simple values. Loyalty. Trust. You wouldn't think so, but that stuff's legit. He'll defend his family to the death. Much like I am. Much like you are.

MHJ: So is he?

DM: Bullshit. He doesn't care about family. He cares about himself and getting me to do what he wants. But I'm winning, Jack. I'm winning. They say some day he might be gone forever.

MHJ: I don't know what that will be like.

DM: Hopefully, silence.

MHJ: I don't think I could handle that.

DM: *turns to him* This is why you need something else. Something OUTSIDE of OOWF. I mean, hell, outside of LD, who's going to give a rat's ass if you're not there?

MHJ: Stank.

DM: Debatable. He did just fine without you, once upon a time. Point is, no way you can live without Him if there's nothing to fill the void.

MHJ: Something to think about, I guess.

DM: Maybe we should holdout? That might be fun.

MHJ: I'll think about that too.

DM: Alright, I'm gonna grab the steaks. Want anything?

MHJ: *looks around for a sec* Nah. I'm good, Davin. I'm good.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in.*

*We see Eric O'Mac sitting on his couch in his locker room. His phone is sitting on lap when his ringtone "All I Do Is Win" starts to play. Eric picks up his phone and looks at it, clearly expecting a text. He starts to read it in when the camera man zooms around and zooms in on the text. The text Eric has received is his match at the next Mayhem. Upon reading the text, Eric looks distressed.*

EOM: They got me teaming with Tyler Vangarde, who I clearly hate. They have us ranked 13th overall, the lowest rank out of all the real OOWF tag teams. They have us facing Alexander Darling and Damon Wrath - a team ranked 4th despite never teaming together...and they expect me to be OK with this?

*Suddenly, a voice is heard in the room.*

Voice: Who are you talking to?

EOM: Juniper? Is that you? I thought you were dead.

Voice: No, it's not Ecosystem, dumbass.

EOM: Tyson Kincaid? Are you haunting me?

Voice: OK, just stop guessing.

EOM: Then who is it, and where are you?

Voice: All you have to do is turn around and look, but I'm guessing you're too lazy to do that.

EOM: Yeah.

Voice: So let me ask, are you just going to quit because your career sucks again?

EOM: That was the plan, yeah. And then I'd come back whenever I would find out a way to be relevant again for a few weeks.

Voice: Like you did with the DEVILS.

EOM: Yeah.

Voice: You were going to be Mr. E for a few months. Moving your way up the card, and then at your highest point, you'd remove the mask and laugh. But you didn't have the patience for that. The moment Ecosystem called you, you found your quick fix of stardom and that was it. But now that he's gone, and the DEVILS are gone, your fix is over, and your at the bottom again, never truly reaching the top.

EOM: Wow, that's deep. And true.

Voice: Do you want my advice?

EOM: Not really, but it's not like I'm going to get up and find out who you are and run you off.

Voice: Exactly. Sometimes, you need to learn patience and acceptance. If you want to be on top, sometimes the easiest path is actually, you know, working hard.

EOM: Pfft. Yeah, like that'd would ever happen.

Voice: If your complacent being throw into a tag team with a man you hate and being ranked the lowest real tag team in all of the OOWF, then continue on your way. You'll never be relevant again. But if have a chance to be special. You'll never admit it, but you care about being in the Hall of Fame. And whether you like it or not, you're on your last legs. Right now? The Hall of Fame is not calling your name. You're lazy, unmotivated, and Carlito Colon has a better reputation than you. What you need to do is get off your ass and do something. You know what would really shock people? You and Vangarde winning next week.

EOM: Eh, we'll see.

Voice: OK. Well, if you need anything, feel free to come by and talk.

EOM: I'll be sure to do that...

*Eric sits up and looks behind hi, but there is no one standing in the door way.*

EOM: Whoever you are...

*Fade out.*

[BookerShark]

*Destroyatorium*

Alexander & Alexis Darling slowly make their way into the bar and their entrance is actually barely noticed by the current members of Drink & Destroy. Alexis heads over to the booth where DH Magnusson and Ashley are sitting. After a moment, Ashley gets up and heads behind the bar to grab drinks for the table. In the meantime Alexander waves at DDT, Jack, and DVD before heading over to the bar where Spencer is cleaning up the counter. She sees the look on her brother's face and quickly pours two half-pints of Guiness along with shots of Jameson and Baileys.

Alexander: Bottoms up Spence.

Alex and Spencer drop the shots and do their Irish Car Bombs rather quickly. Spencer hands her brother a few napkins before wiping her own face. She follows up by pouring Alexander a beer and walking around the bar to take a seat next to him.

Spencer: What's going on Alex? You seem different.

Alexander: I don't actually know. I was saying it before the PPV, but it just feels like this entire company is changing and I'm not sure where you fit.

Spencer: You're not thinking of walking away too, are you?

Alexander: Of course not. Others may feel their time is over. Someone may have lost their smile and left my sister in the lurch, but I'm not that sad. The one thing I would never do is what he did. He can claim he's being reflective, but that's bullshit. He knows this company is passing him by and he no longer has a place here. I know better. I know that no matter how much things may change here, I'll have a place. I just need to figure out what that place is.

Spencer: Is that place teaming with Damon Wrath?

Alexander: You're funny. No, it's clearly not that. I think I've already shown what I'm capable inside the ring. Certain people may never get that or continue to belittle my accomplishments, but they are what they are. I feel like it's time for me to show that I can be more. That I can be a leader. I've never had that chance and I just feel like, I dunno, now might be the right time.

Spencer: Got anything specific in mind?

Alexander: Not really. I look around and I see people who I know can use some guidance, but I also know what my reputation is. I've got to find the right people to balance it. Because the fact is I'm not going to take my ball and go home and whine that I'm tired or some bullshit like that. I can and will do more with my life and career.

Spencer: You're really angry at him, aren't you?

Alexander: I am. But it's not just him. It's everything. I mean, I can't talk to Fire or Lexie about this, but you were never close to him. I'm going to miss Poe. I know that sounds strange with everything we've been through and that I always talked about ending him and what not, but the fact is he's been there for every major accomplishment in my career. Teacher, student, friends, enemies...whatever we were, it's gone. Eco's gone. He's talking about leaving this business and he's doing it with someone who won't leave until I'm dead. I don't know Spence. I just want someone to fight as I hard for what I've had to accomplish here.

Spencer: *snorting*But I thought everything has been handed to you on a silver platter?

Alexander: That's the rumor, isn't it. I'm just a whiney, douchebag rich boy who gets everything he wants. I never had to work a day in my life for what I've gotten. Let people say what they want Spencer. You, me, and the people who truly matter know the truth. I'm done trying to prove that aspect of my career. I feel, in the deepest part of my core, that I have proven once and for all, that I am Alexander Darling, and no one else is.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

DVD gets up from his table and walks over to join Alexander and Spencer Darling at the bar. He tips his hat to Spencer who just smiles and shakes her head in amusement. Alexander makes eye contact with DVD who extends a hand. Alexander shakes it and DVD smiles.

DVD: It's good to finally get to talk to you Mr. Darling.

Alex: It's just Alex.

DVD: Fair enough. I know me and Danny haven't been here long, or really interacted with you much, but it's good to be able to say a respected world champ is willing to associate with us.

Alex: Respect from my fellow coworkers? I'm not really used to that.

DVD: Really?

Alex: You have met Moose right?

DVD: (smiling slightly) Alex don't let that get to you.

Alex: How can I not, he hates me because of where I've come from.

DVD: Actually I believe you might be wrong. I don't think Moose hates you because of where you came from, but because of where you are going.

Alex: Continue.

DVD: You have accomplished so much in the last year. You have changed and evolved and moved forward. Hell so much of the OOWF has, just look at Larson and Evans for proof of that.

Alex nods his head in agreement.

DVD: Moose is scared that he is being passed by. The OOWF continues to advance and evolve while he reamains forever the same. He falls back on his crutches of weapons and violence while everyone else passes him by.

Alex: I've never seen it that way.

DVD: Just something to consider, but that isn't why I came over here.

Alex: No? Then why did you.

DVD: This week Drink and Destroy faces Insane Homeless Bunny. You know these guys, I was hoping to get some pointers.

Alex: (smiling) A lot of people will overlook them as a comedy troupe.

DVD nods at this.

Alex: Don't, They may be strange, but they were some of the best lackeys money could buy. I'm not a foolish man , I surround myself with people who can be succesfull. Each of those men can bring it when they need to. If you overlook them you will regret it.

DVD: I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for your time.

DVD extends his hand, and they share another handshake. DVD walks off as Alexander continues his conversation with his sister.

Fade

[BookerShark]

Texpress stand in the OOWF interview location with a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist

RNSFJ: I'm here with Chad Madison and Zane Myers, The Texpress, reigning World Tag Team Champions. Guys, you're about to begin to compete in the Tag Team Invitational. What is going through your minds?

Chad: Honestly, we're not all that concerned. The Tag Champs are never booked to win this thing, heck they rarely get out of round one!

(Kayfabe peeks out from around the corner and waves a finger at him)

Chad: Well it's true. Look it up.

Zane: We're matched up with Jinx and Spazz, a team we have beaten several times. We'll get out of roujnd one this time. Past that, there'll be a quick count or a countout. We;re not concerned with this tournament.

Chad: We are concerned with defending these Championships. Folz and Fulton, we're waiting. Get Rick to make the match. Moose and Stank have a Championship opportunity they can cash in whenever they want. We're waiting for them to pop up at the worst possible time and cash it in.

Zane: And Flyin' Hawaiians. Welcome to the club. Get out there, show us what you've got, and we look forward to proving to you too that we are STILL the Measuring Stick.

Chad: So... The Tag Team Division gets toi be the focus for a couple of weeks. We welcome the challengers. This is our world. And we will porove once again that we are the Best Tag Team this company has ever seen.

[BookerShark]

Loelani is leading the Flyin' Hawai'ians towards the generic promo position. They pass by GMtheRick's office. Loelani stops, looks into the office and makes eye contact with theRick. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. She then leads the Flyin' Hawai'ians to the promo position. She blows a kiss to the camera as she begins the promo.

L: So, boys, your first match is against the OOWF World Champion, who you both know very well, perhaps too well, and LD Williams.

Kai: Firewoman, you are a friend. But Wednesday, it won't matter. You're just another haole that's gonna get her ass kicked.

Aina: LD Williams. I don't know you. You seem an okay Brah. But you're in our way. Sorry Brah.

L: My boys will prove that in the world of wrestling, a great tag team will always beat two singles champions. Now, that leads us to the champs.

Loelani shows a measuring stick. She holds it in her hands, moves it around as if she was modeling it for The Price is Right. She then swings it and breaks it over Aina's back. She looks at the broken pieces, shrugs with a smile and tosses the piece in her hand out of the shot. She then jumps into Kai's arms as he carries her out of the promo position with Aina following. As they leave, Loelani blows one last kiss to the camera.

[BookerShark]

Camera fades in on Chris Evans who finds Ravenna sitting in her corner of the Valor Locker room, Tytan not around. At first, it looks like she might be meditating, but as he enters her room, he kicks aside pieces of the broken water feature.

Her back is turned to him and the camera, she is watching the Buried Alive match on a small television. He clears his throat awkwardly, hoping to let her know he's coming. She stiffens and wipes at her eyes roughly.

Evans: Hey kiddo...I uh....just wanted to let you know the boys are heading out for Tennessee.

Ravenna turns around to face him. Her eyes are puffy and swollen.

Evans: Um...Rav, are you okay?

RB: No.

She stands up like a shot and gets in his face.

RB: I am not okay.

Evans: I dunno...do you...wanna talk about it?

She shoots him a death stare.

RB: What is there to talk about?

Evans: You're upset. I mean, I just thought you might want to talk.

She moves to try and shoulder past him to leave the room, but he stops her.

Evans: Hey, don't do this. I'm on your team, you know?

She spins around and pokes a finger into his collarbone.

RB: Don't do what? Don't show emotion? Don't think about things? Don't acknowledge anything?

She pokes him again, harder.

Evans: Hey, no that's not what I mean. You don't have to do this alone.

That seems to hit her hard and she tries to push past him, when he doesn't seem to move, expecting an answer from her, she shoves him by the shoulders.

Evans: Cut it out...

She punches him in the shoulder and he takes it, waiting expectantly.

RB: You don't want to do this right now, Evans.. she says, her voice cracking. She tries again to push him out of the way, hard. He doesn't budge and she seems to get angrier and angrier.

Evans: If not now, when?

She snarls at him and hits him, hard. Her face flushes hotly and she screams.

RB: LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE EVANS! I DON"T WANT TO DO THIS!

He doesn't move a muscle.

RB: What? What do you want me to say? Her words starting to explode out of her, fast and hardly intelligible.

RB: That I let him die? That I should have stopped them? That he's dead because I was a coward? That this is MY FUCKING FAULT?!? Is that what you want to hear Chris?[

He stands there, looking at her, not quite sure what to make of the situation. Though he doesn't interrupt the deluge of words spewing out from her.

RB: I tried to tell him. God damnit, I didn't know this would happen this way. I started Sanctum for him, I waited....I tried to be patient with him...and I let Tytan FUCKING KILL HIM!

Tears well up in her eyes as she moves into Evans, wanting to lash out at him.

RB: My own fucking teammate...and in the end, it wasn't peaceful, it wasn't something a man like Juni deserved...he was bludgeoned to death in front of the fans, on television...for the rest of fucking eternity, I get to watch my ultimate failing, I get to watch as his life ended, violently, with thousands of people watching and not one person coming to help him. I get to see on film the last breath he took, I get to watch Tytan beat the life out of him. And I'm supposed to go on all life-as-fucking-normal? Don't-think-about-it-Becca-just-wrestle?! Well I fucking CAN'T! I won't!

The tears spill over her cheeks and she leans into Chris, weakly pounding into his chest as her head falls on his shoulder. The fight and fire have all washed away and left her weeping on Chris' shoulder.

RB: Chris, I didn't stop them.. She gets out between breaths.

RB: I lost him, and his last moments were awful...why didn't I tell him?

She breaks down on his shoulder and he hugs her awkwardly.

Evans: We'll handle this...

He spots the ninja cameraman and makes the universal "kill the feed" symbol and mouths the words "Not fucking now, man." as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

(Tytan sits with Athena.)

T: They all sat there and booed me. They have given me crap for something that they wanted done. They wanted Evil gone. I did it and then they cheer him. Ravenna cries for him, when she fought him. It doesn't make sense.

A: So what's the plan.

T: I need to make a statement. The tournament may be where it needs to be done.

A: Any ideas?

T: There are some ideas.

[BookerShark]

<Moose and Davin are sitting on the porch in Mashpee watching the ocean again when Moose gets a text, he looks at it, then nods>

MHJ: Time to get back to it

DM: Just like that?

MHJ: Turn it off for too long and it won't come back

DM: That's a bad thing?

MHJ: Would you rather I listen to the voices here, or in Crab Orchard?

DM: Good point. So, the text, Fire?

MHJ: Yep

DM: The whole Eco thing has messed her up

MHJ: I am not sure if she is more upset that he died, or that she wasn't the one to do it

DM: Seems like more than that. For good or for bad, he has some kind of impact on her.

MHJ: He did. I think deep down, Fire is a little more afraid of death than she lets on

DM: And you're not?

MHJ: Nope. Its going to happen, nothing I can do to stop that. Whether it is a botched move in the ring, getting beat to death with a shovel, or any number of other possibilities, it is going to happen

DM: And then?

MHJ: Well.......then He will stop talking. I hope.

<Moose gets up and grabs his bag and heads out the door to a waiting car>

[BookerShark]

*Davin calls out toward the car*

DM: See ya in a few days, Moose.

*He sort of waves and gets in the car, apparently to head back to Texessee. Davin turns around, and is immediately greeted by Samantha, who was standing behind him, apparently. She gives him a big hug and kiss and they walk back into the living room, each with an arm around the other. Somewhere, Alexander Darling is violently vomiting watching this scene. They sit on the couch together, and Samantha pulls out Davin's smartphone*

SDM: Well, that was interesting.

DM: It was. I think colluding to hold out might be a great idea.

SDM: What? Why?

DM: Because it would be fun? Besides, Moose can get out more. Do national stuff. Get noticed. Can you imagine Moose on Conan?

SDM: Or Saturday Night Live?

DM: SNL sucks, hun.

SDM: It does, but it would suck less if he were on it.

DM: We'll see. He's still got "the switch".

SDM: The switch?

DM: He can turn it back on when it's time to go back to war. I used to have that.

SDM: Yeah, I noticed that in your 15-second battle royal appearance.

DM: That was a pathetic display, wasn't it?

SDM: A little bit, yeah.

DM: Eh. More than a little bit. I'm better than that.

SDM: Davin, if you can't do the job 100%, maybe you SHOULD buy out your contract. You're way more likely to get hurt if you're not going all-out.

DM: Hmm. Maybe I should do it anyway, you know? Become a free agent? Tampa's great this time of year.

SDM: Funny. So do you want to know what's been going on?

DM: No.

SDM: Too bad. I'm gonna tell you anway.

DM: *whines* Whyyyyyyy?

SDM: *mocking* Becaaaaaaause you still fucking work there and you need to know. Ok, first off, Sparxx called you a legend, etc, and said his head will be in it, even if yours isn't. Sounds like he thinks it's a big honor, and doesn't care whether or not you've mentally checked out.

DM: Man, that kid's got potential to be something special. He's already made your brother his bitch.

SDM: He'll love that you said that.

DM: You've got Sparxx's cell in there, right? I'll call him after dinner. I owe it to this kid to really come 100%. It's against the fucking murderer and Traitormask. That's a fun team. Shouldn't be an issue getting up for that. Besides, it'll be fun tagging with someone with that kind of talent.

SDM: So in that last sentence you bashed my brother, my sister, AND your cousin.

DM: Oh shit. Vague promise. Keep forgetting I have that.

SDM: Old age.

DM: Cute.

SDM: So do you want to hear what my brother had to saw about you?

DM: Oh, so this isn't pre-emptive douchebaggery?

SDM: Not this time, hun.

DM: All right, lay it on me.

SDM: And I quote:

Others may feel their time is over. Someone may have lost their smile and left my sister in the lurch, but I'm not that sad. The one thing I would never do is what he did. He can claim he's being reflective, but that's bullshit. He knows this company is passing him by and he no longer has a place here. I know better. I know that no matter how much things may change here, I'll have a place.

DM: Company's passing ME by? Who was the last one to hold a title? Pretty sure that was me and his sister. Well, me and my tired shoulders anyway.

SDM: Now honey...

DM: I know, he's just being a jackass. You know, Alexander, I mean.

SDM: There's more.

DM: Phenomenal.

SDM: Ok, *scrolls on the phone* let's see...

I feel like it's time for me to show that I can be more. That I can be a leader. I've never had that chance and I just feel like, I dunno, now might be the right time.

DM: That's funny. He HAD that chance with DEA. He couldn't hack it. That's why Alexis called me and we ran Run DEA. Alexander makes a great number 2. That term could also be used to describe his leadership skills.

SDM: That's not very nice.

DM: It's true.

SDM: Sounds like you're being an asshole.

DM: Maybe, but he's the one talking about me. Least I can do. Is there more?

SDM: Yeah, sure, might as well get it all out there...

I look around and I see people who I know can use some guidance, but I also know what my reputation is. I've got to find the right people to balance it. Because the fact is I'm not going to take my ball and go home and whine that I'm tired or some bullshit like that. I can and will do more with my life and career.

DM: *shrugs* Some of us have accomplished everything there is to accomplish in this business. Some of us, well, haven't. Many of those who haven't, haven't because they can't. They don't have the ability. That's ok, not everyone can achieve greatness. In short? I'm Davin Moreland, and he's just, well, not. As much as he tries to be Davin Moreland, he'll always just be Alexander Darling.

DM:He does bring up an interesting point though. There are several guys in that locker room that could use guidance. Who could be shown the right way to get things done. Guys who have all the tools, all the talent, but don't have anyone in their corner showing them the right path. It's damned hard doing it on your own. I can tell you that from personal experience.

SDM: What are you saying?

DM: Just talking, really. It's hard reaching the pinnacle of your profession without any help. I know that. Moose knows that, and we share that common experience. Others, who shoot their mouth off because they're bored, do not have that experience. Whether they admit it or not, they were guided, or led, by someone who was able to put them on the right path. It's funny to hear people engage in revisionist history just because I'm at a point in my career where I'm looking for a reason to continue, rather than just settle down with my wife, in my house, away from all that baiting and bullshit, and live happily ever after. The fairy tale completed, as it were. Is that it?

SDM: Yes, thank God. Sorry I said anything.

DM: Nah, it's ok. He thinks he's got a chance to be the top dog now, and he's staking his claim. I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing. Hell, I can't say I wouldn't twist facts to my benefit. But the wrestlers know, and the fans know, what the real story is. I'm a living legend. There's no reason for me to sully that legend by staying on longer than I should. That's what I'm grappling with now. No hard feelings. No regrets. Just a clean break and an occasional non-wrestling appearance. OOWF's been very good to me. I've been very good to OOWF. There's no reason for that to change.

SDM: I know, honey. I have to admit, having a home these last couple of weeks is something I could get very used to.

*Moonbeam comes in with bright red eyes and perma-grin*

SFJ420: Yeah man, like, me too. Nooooooo stressssssssssss....

DM: I know. That's the problem.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is apparently back from her talk with Stank and sees Ravenna in the halls. A strange look comes over her face, and she goes up to her.

RB: Go away, Fire. I'm not in the mood.

FW: Wait.....he's sorry.

RB: Who's sorry? Moose?

FW: No...he's sorry he didn't listen.....you were right all along.

RB: Huh......?

FW: But you need to understand, he doesn't blame you. It wasn't your fault. It's his path, his destiny, and nothing could have stopped it. Not even his feelings for you.

RB: ..............

FW: He wants you to forgive him...and yourself. That's the only path to true peace. The only way to save the company. And ourselves.

Fire's face returns to somewhat normal, although she looks a little tired.

RB: What....do you think that's funny?

FW: Not even a little funny.

Firewoman walks away.

[BookerShark]

(Tytan is seen walking with Athena, his shovel still in hand. Wrath catches up with them.)

W: So what's this not teaming with me in the tournament?

T: It's simple my friend. Let's just use this as a time for you to grow. I mean come on you get a chance to team with one of the Faceiest Faces in the company. I mean a chance to team with one Alexander Darling. (Sarcastically) I mean how cool is that?

W: Wow, I can understand you not being the same after the match with Juni--

T: That was a match with the man know as Ecosystem. Juni was gone a long time ago.

W: Whatever, you need to move on and listen to what you have been telling these people. It is a war and in war people die. He was a casualty in this war and get your head back to wrestling.

T: I can understand that, but when you begin to understand how easy these people can turn on you it really makes you think.

W: So you decided that it would be better to team with Crete.

T: Someone who understands what it is like to be a Hero and be able to deal with the crap that comes with it.

W: You still see yourself as a Hero?

T: It was me that ended the Devils or whatever they were called. Not you, not Ravenna, not anyone else. I did the one thing that we wanted to do, isn't that what Valor was formed for?

W: ....

T: Well?

W: I can't argue with that. We formed to help rid the OOWF of evil.

T: And I got the job done. I stopped the plague that was spreading and took the toll of that on all myself. I sacrificed my own soul for everyone and this is what I get for it.

W: I see, maybe you are right. Maybe we aren't on the same page right now. Hopefully Crete can help you get things straightened out. Who knows maybe we will see you two in a later round.

T: Maybe, and I would expect you to bring it and give it your best.

W: I would have it any other way.

(The two fist bump and walk away.)

A: So when are you going to let me in on the plan you have?

T: All in due time my dear Athena all in due time.

(FADE)

[BookerShark]

*Fade in* to Bryce Larson SITTING!~!!~! watching a replay of his Imperial Onslaught win. Dead has joined him (in progress).

D: So, when do you intend to use that?

BL: This? [Holds up his title match contract.] Dunno yet. I'm a little worried about keeping it safe. I mean, it's a piece of paper. Sure, it has my name on it and all, and it's signed by GM The Rick. [Bryce states an aside.] He writes like a girl, by the way. [/aside] I guess I'm a little protective of it, if only I had a way to keep it safe.

On cue, there's a knock at the door.

D & BL in unison: Who iiisssss iiiiittt?

Mystery voice: UPS!

D: It's open!

BL: What? What if it's not UPS, but someone like Sparxx with his panties in a bunch about the biggest win of my career?

D: It can't be that bad. I'll get the door.

Dead gets the door, then yells back to Bryce.

D: Hey, it is the UPS guy! Late on a Saturday no less!

UPS Guy: Package for...um...Bryce Larson. Direct shipment from the factory.

BL: For me? Okay.

UPS Guy: Sign here.

BL: Wait. [Bryce shakes the package with, lifts it up into the light, then smells it.] Seems okay.

Bryce signs for the package, and takes it from the UPS guy.

UPS Guy: You're watching wrestling? You know that shit's fake, right?

D: Seriously--

BL: Let it go, this time.

D: Or I'll let her take care of it.

Dead points past the UPS guy, where Kayfabe is standing, smoke coming out of her ears!

The UPS guy realizes what he's done, and runs. Kayfabe gives chase.

D: Open it!

BL: Okay-okay, geez.

Bryce opens the package, and pulls out an metal "Money in the Bank" style briefacse, with a fancy "Bryce Larson" log airbrushed on it!

BL: Nice! It suits me. I like it.

D: Who's it from? ... Wait, there's a card in there.

BL: "I thought you deserved this. Congrats on the biggest win of your careeer. --A.Darling."

D: What's that about?

BL: Huh. No clue. Maybe I really do need to go see him.

*Fade out*

[BookerShark]

Texpress are preparing for the OOWF Tag Team Invitational

Zane: I gotta say I'm proud of you. You went after a singles Championship. You went out and won the Onslaught Championship. Something I have never done. Ever.

Chad: There's always the DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship. I've held that a couple of times.

Zane: That's not a real Championship

Chad: Sure it is. It's been defended at Pay-Per-Views and everything!

Zane: Hmmm.

(Time shift and Texpress are heading down The Hallway(tm) They cross paths with Stan Fulton.)

Chad: (whispering before they meet up) here's your chance!

Zane: Chance for what?

(without a word, Madison charges Fulton, catching the big man off guard. Fulton staggers a bit but doesn't go down yet. Madison leaps onto a table and hits a flying forearm on Fulton from behind. Fulton staggers forward again, but does not go down. He turns around into a perfect Dropkick! Fulton falls backwards and hits his head on a crate. He is clearly out cold.

Chad: Pin him!

Zane: What? No. This isn't right.

Chad: Oh shut up. Pin him.

Zane: I can't

Chad: Fine. I will.

(Madison covers Fulton and tries to hook a leg... Fulton's leg beign so big and all he really doesn't 'hook' it as much as lifts it up. A referee materializes and counts 1...2...3!)

Winner! and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Chad Madison!

(Zane lifts his partners hand in victory, then spins him around and CLOTHESLINES HIM! A scoop slam puts him on the ground. Myers covers and HOOKS THE LEG! 1...2...3!

Winner! and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Zane Myers!

Chad: (groggily) Man, that wasn't cool. Besides, now what are you going to do? You can't wear both championships around your waist at once!

Zane: (strapping the belt around his waist) I'll figure it out.

[BookerShark]

<Moosehead Jack is walking backstage when he is stopped by SFJ13 who hands him Happy DethBat>

MHJ: What is this for?

SFJ13: Tytan. He is right over there

MHJ: Why would I do that?

SFJ13: Hello? He killed Eco

MHJ: Yeah? And?

SFJ13: Retribution!

MHJ: <smirking> There will be no retribution. Eco saw that this was the way things were going to go, this is the way he wanted things to go, he made sure it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Wailing on Tytan won't bring Eco any closer to being alive.

SFJ13: But.......he was your friend

MHJ: That he was. And that he always will be. You just have to understand......this is how it goes. When that kid in some gym in Nowhere USA botches a move that breaks my neck and leaves me for dead.....or when I finally decide to go too far and dive off the side of the building and don't quite make the landing.....or when the abuse finally catches up with me and I die alone in front of the television, there is no retribution. There is no revenge. What is, is. What will be, will be. Some of us know how it is going to end, its just a matter of waiting for that time to come. Eco knew. I know. Its just how it is.

<Moose walks away leaving SFJ13 clearly unhappy>