Midweek Mayhem (11/3) Live! from Greasy Corner, Ar

[BookerShark]

<we cut to GM the Rick's office where Moose is sitting there. The Intercontinental champion Chris Evans walks in>

CE: You wanted to see me Rick?.......what the hell is HE doing here?

GMtR: Chris, I called you in here so, hopefully, this would stay civil. Moose has a request..even though, since he is not under contract, and I don't have to listen to a DAMN thing he says, I have decided to hear him out

MHJ: I want a title shot

GMtR: That's all?

MHJ: That's all

CE: Forget it

GMtR: What?

CE: <shaking his head> No way. I just won this, I want to bring some honor to this title. We have had some great wrestlers hold this title, Crete, Blackdragon, LD, Firechild, Firewoman, I want this to be about wrestling I already got side tracked with one psychopath when I faced Larson, I have no interest in trading blood with you. Forget it. You will get a shot when you EARN a shot

GMtR: He does have a point

<Moose is quiet for a moment, then cocks his head as if he is listening to someone. He slowly cracks a smile and nods>

MHJ: Ok, let me get this straight. Rick, you want me gone, right?

GMtR: I never said that I wanted you gone, I just want....

MHJ: Whatever, you are dragging your ass on this, I get it. And Evans, you don't think I can beat you in a wrestling match, right?

CE: Straight wrestling? No.

MHJ: And you say I haven't earned a title shot?

CE: That's what I said

MHJ: Fine. Then here is my offer. At MidWeek Mayhem, you and I wrestle. Non-Title match, ONSLAUGHT FUCKING RULES. If I win, I get a title shot, AND, you drop the shrink bullshit and we talk seriously about a contract. If I lose...I admit, in the ring, in front of the world, that Evans is the better man, and I walk out of the OOWF, forever. No bullshit.

<Evans and GM the Rick just stare at Moose>

GMtR: You're serious?

MHJ: Do I look like I am playing?

GMtR: Evans?

CE: Make it happen Rick. The last bit of the Five will be gone come Wednesday.

<Evans turns and walks out of the room, GM the Rick scribbles something on a piece of paper and slaps it on the door as Moose leaves, laughing maniacally>

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Greasy Corner, Arkansas

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Tytan vs. Firewoman

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Texpress vs. Stan Fulton & Matt Folz

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Alexander Darling

Non-Title Onslaught Rules: Career vs. Title Shot Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Moosehead Jack

Winner Gets an Onslaught Championship Shot[/u]
J-P Sparxx vs. Tyler Vangarde vs. Concrete TG vs. Sean Moore

Bryce Larson vs. Ravenna Blue
The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Drink & Destroy vs. DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling
Davin Moreland vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Stank

Card subject to Wal-Mart Rollback

[BookerShark]

The Texpress are leaving the Benadictine Monistary after Doomy Doomy Doom Doom and bump into Stan Fulton and Matt Folz in the parking garage.

Chad: Congratulations gentlemen.

Matt: Thanks. We're looking forward to taking those belts off you real soon.

Zane: (patting his Tag Team Championship) That won't be as easy as you think.

Stan: (gets nose to nose with Zane) We'll see about that.

Chad: (wedging himself in between them) whoa whoa. There's no bad blood here. Let's get to Arkansas and do all our talking in the ring

Matt: You bet we will.

(All four eye each other wearily as they head to their vehicles.)

[BookerShark]

*Moosehead Jack is about to cut a promo back in the single light-bulb room old-school style when Outback Jack kicks the door open, drinks beer and belches*

MHJ: Care to translate that?

OBJ: Don't lose your match, ya bastard! I don't want anyone else retiring you!

*OBJ walks away*

[BookerShark]

(Tytan bloodied and beaten with a grin on his face is seen looking in a mirror in the Valor locker room with Athena over his shoulder at the Championship belt around his waist.)

Tytan: Mirror...mirror on the wall look at those that the sheep thought were good begin to fall.

Athena: You were right, you said you were going to be the one to beat Firewoman and you delivered.

Tytan: Since my awakening I have delivered on everything I have said. Crete I showed the world that he was a has been and he felt the steel. Wrath....well let's just say enough said, and now Firewoman..I said I was the one that was going to destroy her...and where did she end up, at the end of the Armageddon.

Athena: You mean that Piledriver.

Tytan: You couldn't be more correct.

Athena: You could have killed her.

Tytan: Then she really would have been able to hear those voices she claims to hear.

You see OOWF
I am the truth.
I have revealed that Firewoman
is not a hero.

I am now the one
I am the Champion
I am the one that will try
to be hunted.

The thing is OOWF
You will fail.
I see what you are
I know what makes you tick.
I know what makes you weak,
I know how to get to your heart
and soul.


I also know how to crush it.

I will never be to hard to find.

You want me,
come and get me.

Just remember the end will be Armageddon.

Welcome OOWF
welcome to the new dawn

Welcome to the new Reign of Truth.

(Tytan laughs as we FADE)

[BookerShark]

Firewoman awakens in the training room at the Benedictine Monastery, with a start. Alex puts his hand on her shoulder.

AD: Easy there...just...don't move.

FW: The match?

AD: Well, we'll talk about that later.

FW: No need....I lost.

AD: Yeah, well, there's a rematch on--

FW: No, no there isn't......

AD: What?

FW: I failed Eco, when Moose's.....when my mother was in the ring. I should have....and I didn't.....so in recompense, I lost the match, and the championship.

AD: Okay, well, maybe we should get the doc to take another look at that bump on your head. You're starting to sound like your brother.

FW: Where is he?

AD: Probably waiting for me to leave. He, Davin, and I all stopped Tytan from sending you meet Ecosystem in person.

FW: Yeah....well, I don't deserve to. I have much work to do to make it up to him before he comes back.

AD: Lis, he's not......look, never mind, we'll talk about it later, let's get--

FW: I don't need the hospital....please, go get Rick.

AD: What for?

FW: Please?

Alexander looks at her for a bit, sees she's serious, and leaves. In a few minutes he comes back with Rick.

GMtR: Good to see your eyes are already open. Now, what did you --

FW: I assume I have a rematch at Mayhem?

GMtR: Of course, you do. That's standard...why would you even ask?

FW: I don't want it. Let someone else do it. I don't deserve it.

GMtR: WHAT?

AD: I don't think she's all the way awake yet.

FW: I'm awake, Alex. Rick, give someone else the shot, I'll wrestle someone else.

GMtR: Assuming you're medically cleared to wrestle--

FW: I'm fine.

GMtR: Well, I don't need another lecture from Matt Morgan, so we're just going to make sure of that. And then you're wrestling Tytan. It's standard, and it's already advertised, and besides, something tells me that once you come to your senses, you'll be bitching to me about WANTING the rematch, so I'm not going to waste time changing something I'll just have to change back.

FW: I won't--

GMtR: Too bad. Now....rest and stuff......

Rick leaves, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

AD: Fire, I--

FW: Just go....

AD: No way, not until you --

FW: You need to make sure Lucky gets all the stuff ready to go to the next venue. He's been lazy lately, then Moose can come in, and....besides, I want to be alone for a bit.

AD: Okay, fine. But I'll be back later.

Alex gives her another long look, as Fire stares at the ceiling, and then pats her shoulder, and leaves.

[BookerShark]

Sean Naomh Moore walks into his new favorite drinking spot, the Destroyatarium and sits down at the bar.


SNM: Dyanamite Danny Taylor - how are ya?

DDT: ...

SNM: What - nothing to say today? Hey, Spencer Darling, a Foster's, if you will.


DDT, Outback Jack, and Spencer Darling all just kind of look at each other, confused.


SD: I thought you drank Guinness?

OBJ: And do you really expect Danny to be saying much of anything?

SNM: But, the other day, I wanted Guinness, but you didn't have any...

SD: What the hell are you talking about? You've never been here.


It is Moore's turn to look confused.


SNM: I was here looking for Eric before the PPV - Christy was with me. And your dog, Shotglass, started humping Christy's leg. And Nick Bockwinkel wanted to be my tag partner.

OBJ: You sure you're feeling OK? Maybe Sparxx hit you one too many times in the head. But, yeah, I could see Shotglass doing that. But Nick was in and then out - didn't spend any real amount of time here.

SNM: Huh. I would have sworn I was here Sunday. Maybe I was sleeping, and it was all just a dream... So, you mean to say you have Guinness?


Spencer shrugs, shakes his head, and pours Moore a pint of Guinness. As he sets it in front of him, SoCalChristy makes her way into the Destroyatarium.


SCC: Sean! After an impressive undefeated streak, you have a #1 contender's match this Wednesday. What are your thoughts?

SNM: I think I'm fortunate to be in this position. Sure, I got by Peacock fairly easily, but then J-P Sparxx gave me a run for my money. Then, I'm still not sure what happened Sunday - I just know my team won. Now, I face Sparxx again, and I know what that young fella's capable of - my face finally resembles something normal. Then there's Concrete TG. That guy is a helluva wrestler - but I don't think he's quite all there, if you know what I mean. And Tyler Vangarde... Well, I'll definitely have to watch my back with him around.

SCC: And, if you win, you'll face the winner of the Onslaught Championship Match between LD Williams and Alexander Darling. Your thoughts on them?

SNM: I think I'm not fighting either of them, so I'm not going to worry about them just yet. I think I've got enough to handle with three opponents this week. ::looks at his empty glass:: I think I need another pint.

SCC: Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Sean Naomh Moore is a focused man. We'll see how he does this Wednesday - vs. J-P Sparxx, Concrete TG, and Tyler Vangarde.


FADE [

[BookerShark]

We are at the Good Samaritan Hospital in Dayton, OH, where a doctor in the front office has his call on speaker.

Doctor: Hello, is this Ms. Muyo?

Voice: This is Riki Muyo, yes.

Doctor: Ms. Muyo, we have some news regarding your son...it seems there has been a mistake--

Voice: No.

Doctor: Excuse me?

Voice: There was no mistake.

Cut to Dayton Memorial Park at night, with a few scraggly high school students. One of the two guys is wearing a "Booyah, Bitch!" t-shirt and the girl is wearing a Firewoman armband.

Guy #1: Dude, this has got to be the wrong place.

Girl: What makes you say that?

Guy #1: It's just...it's so run down, and it's in the middle of fucking Dayton, and why would he be buried here?

Guy #2: You're just scared, stop being a pussy.

Girl: Look, I checked every blog with information. They all said the actual burial happened in Dayton, body straight from hospital. Look with me.

The three begin to comb up and down as the wind blows harder. Guy #2, the skinnier guy, has his jacket blown clean off and it flies down the path.

Guy #2: Son of a bitch! Yo, run, my fucking jacket!

The three begin to give chase...until it disappears. They give each other a look and run...to find it has fallen into an empty grave.

Guy #2: What the fuck?

Girl: There, go get your jacket.

Guy #2: In a fucking empty grave?

Guy #1: (sneering) Stop being a pussy.

Guy #2 jumps in, and grabs his jacket. As he gets up, he looks at the tombstone.

Guy #2: Fuck.

Girl: What?

Guy #2: ...Junichiro Muyo.

Cut to a flashback.

Originally posted by Ecosystem
A woman is sitting at the waiting room of the Good Samaritan Catholic Hospital in Dayton, Ohio. A doctor comes out to her.

Doctor: Sara Lin?

Sara: Yes?

Doctor: Please come in.

The doctor brings Sara over to a body hooked up to many wires, but with all vital signs beating naturally. The face of the body is completely bandaged over--clearly damaged and broken underneath--with the exception of the eyes.

Doctor: As you see, early facial reconstruction has begun without too much issue--though he is primarily unresponsive, he indicated well enough that he can see and distinguish images without too much trouble, which was really our biggest worry. In terms of long-term diagnosis--

Sara: This is not my son.

Doctor: Excuse me?

Sara: This is not Yang.

Doctor: Ma'am, your son's face was horribly disfigured when he came in that night. He's bound to look different--besides, this is the first time you've seen him in a year, correct?

Sara: I don't care. I would know him. This is not my son.

FADE

We cut back to the hospital present-dat, where the doctor is walking around on the phone.

Doctor: So you see, the boy we buried, his name was Yang Lin. Somehow, this other boy of Asian heritage was also being treated for facial disfigurement and--

Voice: Yes, I switched the forms.

Doctor: ...What?

Voice: Don't trouble yourself. Do you need to continue speaking to me?

Doctor: Well--well, of course! I have your child here!

Voice: And how is he?

Doctor: (turning the corner to the room) Well, he's still in a--

The doctor turns to face an empty bed, hanging wires attached to no one.

Doctor: --Gone.

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Tytan and Athena is seen watching the latest promo from Firewoman.)

Athena: You broke her.

Tytan: No, she is breaking. I am in the process of doing something that no one has ever been able to do. I will extinguish the flame that is Firewoman.

Athena: You mean you are not finished with her?

Tytan: NO. She is bending, I want her to break.

Athena: She doesn't even want to fight you for the rematch.

Tytan: She has no choice. She will fight me, I said I will destroy her. I will do it.

(He laughs)

Tytan: She is the first piece in the puzzle. Soon the rest will come tumbling down.

Athena: Now, what about him-

Tytan: We will see what happens....

(FADE)

[BookerShark]

*Back in the Destroyitarium, we see Outback Jack drain a pint of Guinness, belch, and clink glasses with SNM and DDT*

OBJ(imitating the accent of the Dos Equis ad man): Irish for I don't drink stout very often, but when I do, I drink Guinness!

*DDT signals for another round*

SNM: So you speak the language of Ireland as well as that of Australia?

OBJ: My ancestors were deported from Ireland.

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx enters the arena with Jewel by his side. He seems unusually excited, even by his standards.

Jewel: Why da hell would dis company come to da asscrack o the South?

J-PS: C'mon Baby, don't hate like dat. Arkansas (pronounced ar-KAN-sas) is gonna be da place where I earn my Onion Title Shot.

A SFJ appears out of no where.

SFJ: It's Onslaught J-P.

J-PS: Where da fuck you come from? Halloween was yesterday. Don't be sneakin' up on me an' shit!

Jewel bitchslaps the SFJ. J-P grabs the mic as the SFJ holds her cheek and stares at them in disbelief.

J-PS: Sean Moore, Tyler VanGuard, and Concrete Kaka or whatevah yo name is, listen up. The Spark's gonna beat all yo asses and get ma title shot, knowwhatI'msayin'? Then it's on like Donkey Kong for you, Learnin' Disability.

Jewel: Or Darling.

J-PS: Yeah, dat's right. Darlin's got a chance. Well, probly not, bein' a tomato can an all...

Both start to laugh hysterically.

J-PS: Yo Davs, thanks for the jack. Bought me sum new shades...

J-P lowers his new sunglasses and looks into the camera.

J-PS: Ya like? A course ya like. They be pretty, just like me, knowwhatI'msayin'? I gots it all son, and now all I needs is a nice shiny gold belt to go 'round this perfect waist.

Jewel rubs J-P's stomach, lifting his wifebeater to show his abs.

J-PS: You can cut glass on dees bitches, knowwhatI'msayin'? Talent I got? You three tomato cans wanna git, and whatchu got Learnin' Disability, The Spark's gonna git. Now can ya feel dat?...BITCHES!!

J-P tosses the mic back to the SFJ, puts his arm around Jewel and they walk out of the shot.

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is standing by with L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., you’re defending the Onslaught Title against Alexander Darling again Wednesday - ”

LDW: “Of course I am. When you tear the house down, the match tends to get re-booked. Fine with me. I like wrestling Alex. It’s always a challenge.”

SFJ#47: “In a recent interview, Alexander said, and I quote. ‘when you think of the best WRESTLER to ever step foot in an OOWF ring, it won't be Davin Moreland. It won't be Ecosystem. It won't be Chris Cole. It won't even be Firewoman. And it especially won't be LD Williams. It's going to be one person. Alexander Darling.’ Any comment on why it especially won‘t be you?”

LDW: “Slip of the tongue? Bravado? Honest opinion? Who knows with Alex? Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. He’s over-simplifying anyway.”

SFJ#47: “How so?”

LDW: “He wants my legacy…problem is, being the best wrestler ain’t it. My legacy is getting my ass kicked by Underdawg in the first match of my career...and coming back the next day. My legacy is facing him every chance I got until I ended his career and he made the ring my yard. My legacy is more championships for longer than anyone else in this company. My legacy is three of the best tag teams in OOWF history. My legacy is six years of Moosehead Jack not killing anyone. My legacy is the Five. Alex, if he finds a way to defeat me, can do so every night for the rest of our natural lives, and that may make him the best wrestler in OOWF history, but it will not give him my legacy. Because, as he’s so fond of saying, he’s Alexander Darling, and, well, he’s just not me.”

[BookerShark]

COLD OPEN. View is of a dirt road/highway intersection in the middle of what appears to be nowhere. In what can only be described as a miracle on Earth, The Crusher Stan Fulton is running up the dirt road. He’s covered in sweat and dust and his normally bushy hair is hanging down over his face, dripping wet.

When he gets to the dirt field between the road and highway, he collapses in a heap at someone’s feet. The camera pans up to reveal Matt Folz.

“The complete overhaul of Stan Fulton continues. Yes, he’s the size of a large Holstein, but soon he will no longer move like a cow. He might, however, still moo like a cow.”

An out-of-breath “ha ha” drifts up from the ground where presumably, Fulton still lays.

“Tomorrow night, in this podunk home of USWA’s “Outlaw” Don Bass, this sorry excuse for a wrestler (at this, Folz seems to kick the prone form of Fulton and a muffled grunt is heard) and I face Texpress. The quote-unquote measuring sticks of the OOWF. Perhaps the best pure tag team in this company’s history. A couple of outlaws in their own right.

“Well know this, cowboys. We’re on a mission. Not from God. But a mission to win titles. Those shiny gold belts you hold are the next titles we’ll hold. We’re determined. We’re prepared. And we’re not going to take no for an answer.

“We don’t care if you’re still injured from last week. We don’t care if you’ve got a broken ankle, concussion, lacerated chin or horn sticking out of your head. We’re taking those titles.

“We’re going to out-wrestle you. No backstage attacks, no dirty tricks. Flat out beat you in that ring, one-two-three.”

Fulton finally makes it to his feet, though he looks a bit wobbly. Folz, seeing this, give him a shove and over he goes with a thud and a poof of dust.

“Believe me. He’ll be ready. And you know I already am. See you tomorrow night. Somewhere.[/i]

Folz leans down speaking to Fulton.

“You have any idea where they’re going to set up the ring? Is there even a building around here?”

CUT

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting at Ric’s Sandwich Shoppe sipping a nice Duncan Hills coffee when Fire comes up with a coffee of her own and sits down>

FW: What the hell are you thinking?

MHJ: I am thinking maybe coffee was a nice alternative to rum for a change

FW: Not that and you know it. What the hell are you thinking challenging Evans to a wrestling match with your career on the line?

MHJ: Huh, thought maybe no one noticed

FW: I noticed

MHJ: He wanted me to, so I did

FW: And that’s it?

MHJ: That’s it

FW: And if you lose?

MHJ: Off to Japan I suppose

FW: You know how that will end

MHJ: It is what it is

FW: I can’t have you dying in Japan

MHJ: You know, your confidence in my ability to beat Evans is truly touching

FW: Shut up. Look, you are not exactly…….well you are not exactly great at wrestling

MHJ: Well, I guess that is what we will find out Wednesday

FW: How can you be so calm about this?

MHJ: He has told me this is how things are going to go.

FW: Look, I mean, just come by, me and Alex can…….

<Moose just stares at Fire>

FW: Look, I know you hate him but……

MHJ: But nothing, I am going to enjoy watching LD humiliate him in the ring, no matter where I am

FW: You know…….I was touched that you and Alex came to my aid…..

MHJ: First of all, there was no me and Alex. I was on my way, and of course he had to come out as well. God forbid there is something going on without his face showing up. Second, had we been in that ring together much longer, I would have caved his head in with the shovel

FW: Your concern is amazing. I could have died

MHJ: Tytan wasn’t going to do anything else to you. He did what he set out to do. He took your title.

FW: This is where a “gee sis, I’m sorry you lost your title” would be nice. And how the hell do you know he wasn’t going to do anything else?

MHJ: Because Tytan is not stupid.

<Fire scoffs>

MHJ: Had he tried to put you out, he would have had me, probably Davin, and that weasel shit Darling up his ass gunning for his blood. No one is that stupid. He said he was going to take your title, you underestimated him, and he won.

FW: <a little angry> I did WHAT now?

MHJ: You underestimated him. You are so hung up on this “forgiving” bullshit that you underestimated him. He played mindgames with you, and you lost

FW: If you remember right brother dear YOU were one of the people I forgave

MHJ: What you forget sister dear is that I didn’t ask for, or expect, your forgiveness, you gave it freely because Juni told you to

FW: So, you think Juni caused me to lose my title?

MHJ: I think he helped, yes

FW: I have been more calm, more focused than ever before since He started talking to me…..

MHJ: And you have completely lost your edge. Between Juni and Darling, you are one step away from kissing babies and posing for pictures

FW: <getting angry> YOU KNOW, ITS NOT SO BAD TO HAVE A LITTLE FUCKING PEACE IN YOUR LIFE

MHJ: It’s probably not. But you are trying to have two things that do not go very well together. You want inner peace, and you want to be a champion. If you can find a way to reconcile the two, good for you. But as I see it? The more you forgive, the more you worry about things you need to forgive, and the less you will do. You are so worried about finding inner peace that when the time comes for you to do what you do best – capitalize on a weakness – will you take it? There is probably a reason why there have been no Buddhist world champions

<Fire and Moose sit in silence for a bit, finally Moose breaks it>

MHJ: Ok, gotta run. Guess I should contact some people in Japan, just in case

<Moose gets up and leaves, Fire just frowns and drinks her coffee>

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Arena*

The OOWF fans have filed in for a house show a few days before the big Midweek Mayhem here in Greasy Corner and having just witnessed Kiwi Joo and Cornpole Kenny put on a "clinic." As both head to the back, Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" kicks in and the blue spotlight hits the entranceway. After a few seconds, Alexander Darling steps out and the crowd here in Arkansas erupts for the former world champ. Alex greets a few fans on his way down the aisle before grabbing a microphone and sliding under the bottom rope. The spotlight disappears and Alex takes a seat on one of the turnbuckles.

Alexander: It's been a while since I've come out here and spoke to the fans and I felt like this was a good time to do so. For over a month now, I've been talking about change in the OOWF and it seems as if I am going to be a big part of that change. In a few weeks, at November Pain, Davin Moreland and I will come out and reveal our teams for our little wager. A wager that was made because Davin feels the need to inject himself into the spotlight. A spotlight that was passing him by. The last few months have shown me a lot about the man I am and the man he claims to be. While I was busy standing up for myself and fighting against those who wanted to hold me down, Davin was busy being selfish and chasing personal glories. When things got tough, I pushed back while Davin took a dive. When I saw the world of the OOWF changing, I put myself into position to do something no one else was going to do and try and become a mentor to those that were poised to be the future of this company.

Many of you may not have liked the man, but Poe, did something for me when I was coming up in this business and whether or not his methods were likeable, his results were. He molded me, in part, to the wrestler that I am today and that was what I hoped to do with a select few individuals. But that couldn't be the end of it because others always have the need to stick their nose where it doesn't belong. Davin could...no, should have stayed at his little beachfront property and continued staring out into the ocean. I was asked to let things go when he treated my sister, Alexis, like she was his subordinate because the fact is she can take care of herself and the relationships are complicated so I let it be. But now Davin wants to call me out. Wants to disparage me and what I've accomplished. Well, that's fine. We'll do this little wager and I'll prove once and for all that I'm no longer his enforcer, his lackey, or his anything. I am Alexander Darling and I will be the leader of this new generation of OOWF superstars.

And on that note, while I'm leading this future generation, there is something else I will be doing and that's cementing my legacy here in the OOWF. Over the last few weeks, I've faced LD Williams twice and come up short twice. LD Williams is a legend and he's been proving it to the world week in and week out for almost 7 years in the OOWF. I've said I wanted his legacy and that's the truth. For now, I want to be in the same conversation as Williams, but when all is said and done, I want HIM to be in the same conversation as ME. That's what it comes down to. He's right...if and when I defeat him, that's not going to be the end of it. There's more to what I want to accomplish and what he wants to hold on to than just a single match at a Midweek Mayhem. But it is a step I need to take and step he's working his ass off to stop me from.

This Wednesday, if I lose again, I might have to take a step back and re-evaluate my methods, but I will not lose. I've learned from these last 2 losses and I know what I need to do to make sure this doesn't happen again. LD Williams will try and stop me. Just like others have tried to stop me in the past and others will try and do again in the future. At the end, they always fail because I am Alexander Darling, and well, you know the rest.

[BookerShark]

(Moose walks away from Ric's and literally bumps into Zane Myers. They exchange an Intense Staredown of Mutual Hatred..... and then Moose cackles and walks away muttering soemthing about iguanas.

Zane sits down with Firewoman )

Zane: Long time no talk.

Fire: I guess. Where's Cowboy?

Zane: Still being nursed back to health by supposed journalists.

Fire: Oh? (frowns) Where's the girlfriend? She know you're talking to me?

Zane: Bridgette trusts me. This is all business. besides, with ninjacams all around, it's not like any part of our lives is ever really secret.

Fire: I suppose not. What do you want?

Zane: Folz. Is he as good as he looks on tape?

Fire: Yes. At least as good. You want some advice?

Zane: (nodding) very well.

Fire: Don't make a mistake. It will cost you the match

Zane: I don't plan on it

Fire: How's the knee?

Zane: It'll be fine tomorrow. Thanks

Fire: Hows....

Zane: He's fine. He's milking the snot out of it for the ladies.

Fire: I see. That's.... good.

Zane: And Lisa,

Fire: DON'T call me that

Zane: (smiling) We're both glad you're not dead. If you need anything, call

(Zane gets up and heads back down the Hallway)

[BookerShark]

Cut to inside the Darling Luxury Executive Suites, or whatever we're calling them these days. Alexander is pacing, with day-of-the-show jitters, while Alexis is flipping through a magazine. Lucky comes in with a microphone and a ninja cam, and looks around.

L: Where's....

Alexis nods in the general direction of Fire's locker room. Lucky looks to Alexander. who shrugs.

L: Still?

AD: Pretty much. Had coffee with Moose, then....one of them.... then back in.

L: "Them?"

LD: *not looking up from her magazine* Alex is pretending he doesn't mind her talking to Zane or especially Chad.

AD: No I'm not....

L: Did you try to--

AD: Yeah, I knocked, and was told to go away. I've known her long enough to know which tone means go away, and which tone doesn't.

L: Well....is she....talking to anyone?

AD: Anyone alive? No. As far as the other....well, I didn't put my ear to the door, but--

LD: I did. Didn't hear anything.

L: Fine...*he goes to knock on the door*

AD: I don't think you're getting what I'm saying here.

L: Well, I think you're forgetting why she hired me in the first place. *knocks softly at the door* It's me, Fire....we have a thing to do.

There's a pause, and the door ... opens? Alexander is annoyed, Alexis just flips her magazine more. Lucky gives Alexander a look that says "Told you."

FW: Bring the mic and stuff....let's do this.

Lucky, ninjacam and microphone all enter Firewoman's room, which has her candles and incense lit, figures on the altar, including a new photo of Ecosystem.

L: Um....

FW: No questions. Let me just talk.

L: Whatever you say, boss.... Go.

Firewoman talks in the same, calm voice when she was talking to Rose in the ring.

FW: I've been reflecting on this path that Juni laid out before me. And I stumbled. I wandered off of it. I was given my largest challenge to date, to forgive my mother, and I failed.

I had to pay the price for my failure. There's always a cost involved. And that cost was my World Championship belt.

Oh, Moose can say it was because I'd underestimated Tytan, or I was distracted by other things. And he may be right...But the simple fact is that any other day, I'd have won that match, even with distractions. I know, because I've done it before. With tougher opponents than Tytan. No, this is all about punishment for not staying true to what Juni is trying to show me, show us all....

I've spent a lot of time in meditation and in conversation with him, these past few days. I have confessed and requested absolution for my failure. I don't know whether he's granted it to me or not. He's quiet........I can tell he's listening, but not saying anything. I've told him I'm just not ready for that step, but someday, with his help, I will be, I just need him to....

Firewoman appears to be getting emotional, so she stops and collects herself, and goes back to the quiet, calm voice.

When Juni returns, he will show us all how to do what he so clearly wants for us. And it will be soon now.....Junichiro "Ecosystem" Muyo will show that you can defeat anything that stands in your way, even death.

L: Um....okay.....what about tonight's --

FW: *sighs* Oh yes, the match I don't want. Tytan, you beat me. Not just in the ring. You beat me in my road to salvation. I don't know how a person comes back from that, but Rick is insisting I do it anyway.

Here's two things I know. First of all, Tytan, you had to knock me unconscious to beat me. An awake and alert Firewoman is too much for you to handle, so you put me out of commission. So I am assuming your strategy tonight is to do the same thing.

Which leads me to point two. I may have failed in my test this week, but you also failed in yours. You were going to take me out. Send me to meet Junichiro, my....well, I don't know what to call him...my guide? Whatever...

But you did fail in that. I'm still here. I'm sore, and bruised, and shamed in my failure, but still ALIVE. So you are as big a failure as I am.

But, you get another shot. Tonight. Bring your shovel. Bring your chain and bring whatever spooky mask you think is going to impress me. Do it. I dare you. Bring me my release from this earthly toil, if you can. That will sparkle with me.

Firewoman pauses, and her eyes go toward her altar and the picture of Ecosystem.

Maybe if I'm gone, my husband and my brother can put their differences aside. Heh, at least I can watch over Moose...maybe he'll listen to me instead of Him then.

She sighs, smiles a soft smile, and turns her attention back to the camera.

Of course, Tytan, that won't be the end of it. Ecosystem will return, and through him, we will all be reborn. And I'll be back, and you will have failed again. If you even succeed in going through with it in the first place, which I doubt.

Either way, I'm resigned to my fate. I'll come out, give you one hell of a match...I'm not going to make it easy for you, not by a long shot....but I accept whatever comes. And that's a very powerful place to be.

Fire turns away from the camera, signifying that she is done. Lucky starts to say something, but then thinks better of it, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

[BookerShark]

(OOC: Thanks Doug for giving me the idea for this promo)

IC: A haggered looking DVD is walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters with the DDT title over his shoulder when he runs into Matt Folz.

MF: Look, to paraphrase one of my favorite movies and movie character ever: "Usually your ass would be flatter than a fucking pancake, but I happen to be doing this when I'm going through a transitional period in my life,so I don't want to hurt you" But my man,I am taking that belt, it's up to you how you want to defend it.

DVD thinks for less than half a second before lying down,motioning for Folz to cover him. Folz shrugs and covers as a referee appears out of no where. 1...2...3. Winner and new DDT champion: Matt Folz

Folz grabs the belt,helps DDT up to his feet and shakes his hand,then starts walking toward Stan Fulton's dressing room.

SF: Partner

MF: Partner, ready for tonight?

SF: Bet your ass. New belt huh?

MF: THIS is why we're in this business. Championships. We've got a damn good shot at the tag titles tonight, but let's face it, everyone in this company wants indivdual gold. This belt has been a joke forever,but I'm going to change that. No more random backstage bullshit, if someone wants to win this they can challenge me one on one in the ring. But I need your help.

SF: How so?

MF: Simple, just watch my back. This title does still have that stupid 24/7 rule. If some cowardly asshole DOES decide to jump me from behind, I think I can take care of myself,but dosen't hurt to have an insurance policy.

SF: Fine, but eventually I want a shot at you in the ring. Tag team champions or not.

MF (Smiles): Whenever you want big man.

Fade

[BookerShark]

In the DESTROYITARIUM

Lexie Darling : I don't see why you won't at least just listen to him.

D.H. Magnusson : Because he's an asshole.

LD: Again? Jesus. I know you don't like him -

DHM: Because he's an ASSHOLE!

LD sighs.

LD: Ash? A little help here?

Ashley: Uh-uh....No way I'm getting involved in this. he wouldn't even go see...her....when she was in hospital, and he used to LIKE her.

DHM mutters quietly. The word "twice" is barely audible.

LD: Look. I know you don't get along. But he's trying to help here. He's trying to make a change. He's -

DHM: HE'S AN ASSHOLE!

Spencer Darling leans across the bar, rolling her eyes.

SD: Listen, both you: You don't have time for this. And I'm running out of Excedrin back here. In case you two forgot, you have a match tonight. And while the pair of you and Jack and Danny could make things bad enough out there, you've got the Hawaiians in there, and they've making a hell of splash in the pond.

SD points to Lexie : You. Quit trying to make him into something he's not. He's not Davin, he's Alex, he's not anyone but who he is. And that works pretty damned well for him. And it's working out okay for both of you in the ring.

SD turns her finger to DHM : And YOU. Quit being such a hardheaded, mulebrained idiot. You don't want to play ball, that's fine. All it'll take is five minutes of time, and we can all get on with our lives. Now, will you two focus on tonight?

DHM and LD stare at SD for a moment, then back to each other

DHM: I hate it when she does that.

LD: Trying growing up with it. I'm just going to say one more thing about it, and we'll drop it, I promise: All that talk about doing something just because it's right thing to do? All that talking about lending a hand just because you can? You toss that a round a lot, but then you act like you're the only one who ever thought of it. Why can't he have had the same idea?

DHM: Because he's an ASS-

Spencer leans over the bar, cutting off DHM with a slap to the back of the head.

DHM:........how in the hell did I wind up surrounded by Darlings, anyway?

[BookerShark]

*We encounter Stank in the hall of random encounters mid-answer to a question already asked by SFJ#5.*

Stank - … about the amount of punishment I can dish out.

SFJ#5 – Your opponents this week are Eric O’Mac and Davin Moreland.

Stank – Eric is not focused on the here and now. His attentions lie on whoever it is he’s constantly talking to on his cell phone and the ambient commentary of porn star turned mic-stand, plot device Lauren Phoenix. Moreland is busy trying to reinvent himself as a leader amongst the newblood, talking like he’s done coveting the spotlight. So let’s see... we have biggest douchebag I’ve ever….

[BookerShark]

Stank - … What the hell?... What’s going on?

[BookerShark]

Stank - … faced in an OOWF arena and we have the biggest egomaniac I’ve never had the pleasure of punishing in an extended program. Both former world champions. Both whom I’ve beaten before… and will again, come Mayhem.

SFJ#5 – Switching gears for a second-

Stank – Wait… did you feel…

[BookerShark]

Stank – THAT!

[BookerShark]

Stank – Whoa! The FUCK?

[BookerShark]

*We encounter Stank in the hall of random encounters being interviewed by SFJ#5*

SFJ#5 – Your opponents this week are Eric O’Mac and Davin Moreland.

Stank - … … …

SFJ#5 - …

Stank - I already said my

[BookerShark]

Stank – … about them

*Stank looks around in confusion finding himself in the Destroyitarium, sitting at the bar, with a mug of beer in his hand. He looks down at the mug seeing blood coated on the rim and suspended in the golden hue of his ale. He places the mug down on the bar and turns in his seat. Spin Hansen, looking ashen and out of sorts, faces him. Spin speaks.*