MidWeek Mayhem (12/01) Live! From Devils Lake, Nor

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Devils Lake, North Dakota

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Tytan vs. Alexander Darling

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Ravenna Blue

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

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Sean Moore vs. LD Williams

Rest of the Roster Battle Royal[/u]
15 Man Over the Top Rope Battle Royal

Card subject to deep freeze

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Alexander Darling is RUSHING~! to the United Hospital Emergency Room. He practically throws personnel out of the way, ignores people who say "You can't go back there, sir!" until he reaches a waiting area, where Lucky is talking to emergency room personnel, and they all look Very Serious.

AD: Where is she....WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?

L: I'll handle this....

AD: Lucky, do NOT make me hurt you, I do not need to be handled, I need to know WHERE SHE IS!?

L: The doctors are still working on her...but.......it's serious, Alex. Really serious.

AD: How serious?

Lucky goes to a couch and sits down...Alexander follows him.

AD: Lucky....

L: I need you to see this.

He hands him some papers.

AD: What are these?

L: This...is a DNR order....you know what that is, right? And this....is her living will.....

Alexander appears to have completely dissociated, and just stares at the papers.

AD: I don't understand, why does this....what are you saying, Lucky?

L: *starting to get angry* What I'm saying is that while you and Moose sit there and pontificate about dying in the ring, Fire knew. It wasn't just a line she would say to impress other people about how tough she was. In fact, she never really brought it up publicly at all. She knew it and she accepted it. She's always known, it was one of the first things she told me when she hired me. She didn't just throw it out for emphasis in promos she.....she knew....she thought....she knew that was the only way to be at peace. And she was ready...

AD: I don't understand...

L: Really, Alex? The fast cars, the motorcycles, the questionable company? You and Moose...so busy arguing with each other over who was tougher, more fearless, more destined for a tragic end...putting her in the middle of your stupidity....and yet, it was her.... all along....

AD: Was? Why are you saying "was?" DAMMIT Lucky, if you don't tell me.....

L: Her injuries are extreme. They're going to do all they can, Alex but....Alex, it doesn't look good. I'm ... I'm sorry.....

Alexander looks at Lucky like he doesn't understand him, then down at the papers, and then looks around.

AD: Where...can I see...?

L: Yeah, I just wanted to prepare you. I'll call Alexis, and Davin, and......

AD: Moose.

L: I'll try...if he thinks you're here, he won't--

AD: *sigh* Just let me know when he gets here and I'll....I'll give them some time. But I'm not leaving her alone...she hates being alone, Lucky.....

Lucky nods and they both stand. Lucky leads Alexander to the cubicle, and we can hear the sounds of medical equipment beeping. Alexander takes a deep breath and walks in as we get a camera angle change.

Fire is laying in the hospital bed, connected to all sorts of machines, including a ventilator. Alexander pauses as if he's been hit with a chair.

AD: Why the machines? I thought....

L: Ventilator is okay as long as there's still brain activity....once...I mean, IF, that stops, they'll turn it off. Are you okay?

AD: Yeah...no.....look, can you leave?

L: I'll be outside, making those calls.

AD: Thanks...

Lucky leaves as Alexander pulls a chair up next to the bed. He sits down, and merely stares at her for awhile, in disbelief. He reaches out, and takes her left hand. Since this is television, a song inexplicably starts to play. (Don't watch the video with it though, it's lame.). The monkees in the truck run images and a montage of Firewoman's career. At some point, the camera goes back to Alex sitting there with Fire. Alex shifts in his seat and realizes he's got something in his pocket. He pulls out her locket and the velvet box from earlier. He looks at them for a moment, and then opens the box. Inside are two platinum wedding bands, one larger than the other. He takes out the smaller one, and looks at it....then slips it on the ring finger on her hand. He sighs, holds her hand, rubbing his thumb over the ring and ring finger, as the camera fades out.

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<Tytan walks back into his locker room, fuming over the stolen shovel. He goes to flip the lights on, but they do not light. Tytan sighs, then we hear a match strike, and we see Moose lighting a cigar in the light of the flame>

Tyt: I figured you would be here. So, what's it going to be?

MHJ: I just got a call from Lucky, it doesn't look good

Tyt: There is nothing I can say

MHJ: There is something you can do

Tyt: Oh?

MHJ: Darling is going to come after you

Tyt: I figured as much. And you're not?

MHJ: I haven't decided yet

Tyt: Uh huh. So, what is it I can do

MHJ: Well, like I said, Darling is going to come after you. There is one thing you can do

<Moose gets up from his seat and gets in Tytan's face and blows a cloud of smoke in his face>

MHJ: You can finish the job

<Moose turns and walks out of the room, presumably headed to the hospital>

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*Hospital*

The doctors enter Firewoman’s room and start to check her over but Alexander is in their way as he refuses to leave her side. It takes a few moments before the nurses finally convince him to let the doctors do their work and to take a walk and get some fresh air. He exits the room and looks down the two side hallways seeing Moose down one hallway and Davin Moreland down the other hallway. He ignores them both and walks straight ahead. Time passes. **(Moose and Davin can do moments ago promos here)** Alex takes some time outside the hospital to get his emotions in check before walking back into the hospital. He makes his way back down the hallway and makes sure that Moose and Davin are not nearby. He peeks his head into the room to see if Fire’s alone and the room is completely empty and ready for new patients. Alex steps back to take a look at the room number and realize it’s the same room. He pokes his head back in and starts to get concerned. He quickly walks over to the nurses desk and it takes a second for one of them to notice Alex.

Alexander: Excuse me, where is my wife?

Nurse: And who is your wife?

Alexander: Lisa Quinn? Um, I guess it may be Lisa Darling. She was right there. I just stepped outside…

Nurse: Calm down sir. Let me check.

Alexander: Check what? She was literally just checked in within the hour with serious injuries. She was in that very room. What the…

Nurse: Don’t make me get security sir. I’m pulling up the info now. It seems as if she was transferred.

Alexander: WHAT?!?!?

Nurse: Your voice sir. I have an order signed by her power of attorney and an anonymous donor that Lisa Quinn was to be transferred immediately upon her arrival. That’s all I can tell you.

Alexander: I’m her god damn husband. I want to know where my wife is right now. Let me see that…

Alexander tries to grab the monitor and spin it towards him and he’s able to for a brief glimpse of something before the nurse grabs it back and security swarms Alex to try and get him under control. As they drag him away, Alex keeps yelling that he needs to know where his wife is and what they’ve done with her.

*Fade*

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(Tytan is seen in his locker room. He is bloodied and beaten with a smile on his face. Athena is seen with the World Title on her shoulder.)

Tytan: Now the whole entire OOWF has seen the next phase in the plan. This is the next step, Firewoman has now been taken out of the picture. (Tytan laughs.) You see the OOWF needs to realize I am the one that holds the power here. I am the one that decides who will stay and who will go, I am the one that can destroy anyone at any given moment. The one that was known as Ecosystem gone, and now the one that was the OOWF fake Hero. The fan favorite Firewoman, she is now gone as well.

) So, now who is there to stand up for what is “good” in the OOWF? Who is there that will defend the sheep and what is “Honorable” in the OOWF? Crete? He is a has been and his blood is already on the shovel which don't think I haven't forgotten. A hero now resorting to thievery how very Heroic. What's worse he steals and then runs away, I have a way to deal with you. Chris Evans? I don’t think so I have beaten him to a bloody pulp so many times he won’t even dare step in to ring with me. Ravenna Blue…. (He chuckles.) She is having a hard enough time trying to figure out who she is.

(He pauses as the camera pull back.)

There is one that can.
There is one that I have waited for.
There is one that I have planned this all out for.

This was my gift to you.

You are the one that wants to be a leader.

You are the one that thinks he can lead the new Revolution.

I am going to give you the opportunity to put your money where you mouth is.

Lead your army.

Come and destroy me.

Be the Hero and try and get your revenge.

I am waiting.

I am not that hard to find.

I have waited to do battle with you for so long.




So now I will address you. Mr. Alexander Darling, or should I say Mr. Firewoman, this latest show of power was done for you especially. You see the truth be know is that I have never liked you. Back in my earlier days when your little random beat-downs that you use to do. Well it seems like I was the one that got several of them. The first time I feuded with Firewoman and destroyed the beloved Motorcycle of hers. Who was the one there to retaliate? IT WAS YOU, how many times was it when you didn’t even have anything….and I mean NOT A SINGLE THING to do with me that you decided that it was okay to jump me. The fire that you started in the basement when I was a monster…that night…..the only one that saved me from doom was Ecosystem. You didn’t even give a dam what happened to me.

Well now you son of a bitch in one night when you weren’t even looking I took the one thing that meant the most to you. I took away your wife….well if that’s what you want to call her. It seems like she was more interested in Ecosystem then you. In one night when you were least expecting it I got my revenge. (Tytan laughs again.) But that is only the beginning; you see I was the one that was trying to bring the real Firewoman out. That whole thing of making her face her parents, it was to go against what you were doing to her. You were making her a happy woman, you were becoming Happy. I began to make the plan to destroy the both of you in one swoop.

You see I have learned from the best of them, those that I worked with in the past all lead up to this one night. I learned from Poe, Moose and Ecosystem. Heck I even learned a lesson or two from the mind games from Firewoman. All of this was to prepare for that one day when I can take my revenge and hurt you the most.


You laughed and joked when I was a monster roaming the basements of the arenas.

Now, who is laughing?

Now who is the joke on?

Now do you think that I am a monster?


Come and find me.

I will prove to the world that you like your wife is

Not

A

HERO.


Davin has had you pegged for the longest time. You are nothing but a spoiled rotten punk that is still trying to impress Daddy and is mad because you can’t even use his money….

Find me.

Come and try to destroy me.

Come Hero.

Let me show the sheep

How you will lead them to the


SLAUGHTER!!!


The OOWF is filled with Gods and Monsters but I am the one true titan.


(Athena then drapes the title over Tytan’s shoulder and he laughs as the camera fades out.)

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*OOWF Arena*

The camera is on in the parking area of the arena and we see Alexander Darling’s car come screeching to a stop near the doors. He stumbles out of the car and looks wrecked but he starts walking towards the arena and he’s yelling…

Alexander: TYTAN!!! Come out and play…TYTAN!!!

Alex pushes his way through the doors and starts walking up and down the hallways continuing to yell for Tytan to come find him. Finally someone grabs Alex from behind and just before Alex connects with a wild punch he pulls back at the last second after seeing it is Alexis.

Alexander: Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Alexis: Alex, stop. This isn’t what you’ve been working towards.

Alexander: Who cares what I’ve been working to? He tried to KILL her Lexie. Like he did to Eco. And now she’s GONE.

Alexis: What? Wait, what do you mean gone?

Alexander: I mean she’s not in the hospital and no one knows where she is.

Alexis: That’s not…how did she leave?

Alexander: I don’t have any friggin’ clue Lexie. But I can’t sit around and do nothing so I’m going to find the piece of shit cyborg steroid using freak that started this whole mess and once and for all we’ll be done with him.

Alexis: Don’t do this Alex. No one would want…

Alexander: I don’t care what you want right now. What I want is for Tytan’s blood to cover my hands and I can bathe in it. I’m going to stick that trusty shovel so far up his ass that he’s tasting metal…TRUST ME.

Alexander pulls away from Alexis and continues storming through the hallways calling out Tytan but getting no response.

*Fade*

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Noelani walks towards GMtheRick's office to view the call sheet for Midweek Mayhem (LIVE from Devils Lake, ND!!) She reads the sheet and fury burns in her eyes. GMtheRick just happens to step outside his office when he sees her.

GMtR: Hey, Noelani, I was wondering...

Noelani stares daggers through theRick.

N: Junk.

Noelani storms off. Eventually a SFJ (lets call her Beatrice) catches up to her.

SFJB: Noelani, you look upset...

N: Upset? You think I'm upset?! Fo Shua, I'm upset. My boys just beat one of the top tag teams inside a steel cage. They were finalists in the Tag Team Invitational. What does that get them? NOTHING! They should be #1 contenders, but instead it's Moosehead Jack & Stank, so yeah, I'm upset. Now beat it you haole kolohe!

Noelani storms off towards the Flyin' Hawai'ians' dressing room and kicks open the door to go inside.

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(Concrete is SITTING~! in his locker room, staring at the shovel he confiscated from Tytan)

CTG: This is the weapon that felled the man who brought the OOWF to life.. a company that thrived despite his absence, and felled by a monster. Will it stop him? Unlikely.... but the first form of punishment is to take away the tool, the means of murder. He calls it theft? I call it saving lives.... (lowers head) Eco, we may have not seen eye to eye in the past but perhaps this will be the proper atonement. There will be no further death here - I refuse to see a moster like Tytan think he can strike the fear of death into good people in this company.

(CTG stands and gathers the shovel)

CTG: This weapon snarls at me - wondering if it could somehow sample my blood again. This weapon, this artifact and instrument that has been awakened to a career unlike that for why it was made.... it will be a sword driven back to a plowshare, and there it will remember its true purpose.... turning the earth to create new life, or inter that whose lives have ended. It is not the means to that end.

(Crete contemplates the shovel as we fade to black)

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CUT to The Crusher Stan Fulton backstage alone after his unsuccessful tag team matches. There's a knock on the door.

SF: "Come."

The door opens and Fulton's parents, Harold and Louise, are standing there.

LF: "We're sorry you lost, Stan."

HF: "You're sorry. I think he didn't work hard enough."

LF: "Harold, be nice to him. He just lost in his only shot at the tag titles."

HF: "Nice is for losers. Then again, that fits too."

Harold leaves and Louise looks torn, but follows her husband as we FADE.

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Ninja cams TNA Reaction style in GM the Rick's office.

GMtR: What now, Erlana.

Erlana: CNN has called and would like your comments on the latest apparent in-ring death at OOWF.

GMtR: Crap....I suppose Nancy Grace is leading the charge.

Erlana: The very same....both Vince AND Dixie have gone on record condemning you and the OOWF Board of Directors as disgraces to the profession, and--

GMtR: Great....any word on what happened at the hospital?

Erlana: No, the Board is looking into it....it doesn't look good though. I mean, the doctors are saying that even being moved in her condition could be fatal, so ... what?

GMtR: Just.....spare me the details, okay?

There's a knock on the door. Rick nods and Erlana opens it. After checking that it's not a reporter, she opens it to allow Lucky to come in.

L: Mr. Scaia.

GMtR: Mr. Gutierrez. What's with the formalities?

L: Sorry... a lot on my mind.

GMtR: I ... I understand. Please accept my ... I guess sympathies? I mean, she's....gone, right?

L: I wish I knew.

GMtR: So you don't know what--

L: No, I don't, but rest assured, I've got the entire underwo-- uh, all available resources directed to finding out. This is about another related issue.

Lucky hands Rick some papers. Rick flips through them, then looks up at Lucky a mixture of shock and anger.

GMtR: Are you serious? You're fucking SUING me?

L: You, the OOWF Board of Directors, and OOWF, Inc. yes. For...well, negligence and recklessness in causing grave bodily injury to my client, Lisa Darling...

GMtR: Darling?

L: Yeah...she changed it officially right before the PPV. I don't think Alex knows yet, it was supposed to be a ...

Lucky voice catches in his throat momentarily, but he clears it and gets back to business.

L: Grave bodily injury to my client, Lisa Darling, to wit: maintaining the employment of one 'Tytan' who has already established a record of extreme violence outside of the norms of sports entertainment, to wit: the death of Junichiro "Ecosystem" Muyo.

GMtR: Huh?

L: By not firing Tytan, you allowed a climate that placed my client and other wrestlers at severe physical risk far outside of the usual demands of the job, all of which led to what happened in the ring Sunday night.

GMtR: Oh, don't be ridiculous. On any given week, we have numerous assaults, arsons, destruction of property... Violence is a daily occurrence around here...I mean, your client herself had done some pretty unspeakable things that...wait, what are you writing down?

L: Did any of these events result in sanctioning by you or the OOWF Board of Directors?

GMtR: Not most of them....it depended....why are you writing?

L: Just taking some notes, sir. Although you're kind of proving my case for me, that you and the OOWF Board of Directors allowed an atmosphere of violence to pervade the OOWF well outside the bounds of normal sports entertainment and that....well, we'll save it for court.

GMtR: Lucky....I know what this is....

L: This is just me being me, representing my client to the best of my abilities. It's the only thing I can do to help her now.

GMtR: Really? Are you sure you aren't just over compensating?

L: Huh?

GMtR: Look, I get it...your job is to protect your employer. You managed to save her from herself more time than anyone can probably count. Hell, you deserve a medal for putting up with her mood swings, crazy ideas, and .... but you couldn't save her this time, could you? She went to the ring alone, without you, and then in the hospital she was alone...and you couldn't do anything to save her either time, could you?

Lucky looks at Rick with the most anger anyone's ever seen from him. He throws the papers on to Rick's desk.

L: Think whatever you want Rick. I bet I can find more than a few current and former OOWF wrestlers to testify on our behalf. When my client gets back, she will OWN you.

GMtR: IF she comes back.

Lucky and Rick glare at each other, and finally Lucky turns and storms out. Rick and Erlana look at each other.

GMtR: Better call the board.

Erlana nods and hits her desk, while Rick shakes his head and hits the bottle.

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Sean Naomh Moore is finally out of the shower and headed to the interview area, where SoCalChristy awaits for Moore's first interview as Onslaught Champion. He first runs into GMtheRick, who tells him that firewoman is in bad shape and was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors have put her in critical condition. With the Title Belt draped over his shoulder, he hears a voice calling for the OOWF Heavyweight Champion. As he turns the corner, he runs into Alexander Darling.


AD: :sighs: Moore... Where's that piece of shit?

SNM: Tytan? No idea.


Darling pushes past Moore, looking to find Tytan.


SNM: Say, can I have a moment?


Darling, not wanting to stop, merely pauses long enough for Moore to put a hand on his shoulder. Darling spins around with a look of rage and cocks his fist back. Moore takes a step back, holding his hands up in a sign of peace.


AD: I don't have time for this...

SNM: I know. I just wanted to say that I heard about Fire. We may not be best mates, but I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do, let me know.


Darling simply nods and turns to go. Moore calls out after him.


SNM: I understand wanting revenge - just don't do anything rash!


Darling rounds the corner out of view, and Moore just sighs and shakes his head.


SNM: Well, that went about as well as could be hoped...


FADE

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On the road, heading to North Dakota, Bridgette is driving the Mustang today

Chad (checking his bandgaes) You know, this whole "cut me open with barbed wire" act is getting old

Zane: Pretty sure it won't be the last time either

Chad: But why me?

Zane: Moose is nuts. And Fire asked him to take it easy on you, so He's being a petulant child and doing the opposite because he's mad at her for the whole wedding/Not divorcing Alex thing.

Chad: Makes sense.

Zane: Think of it this way, this week, the attack wont be from behind. we Know it's coming now. We can prepare for him

Chad: and Stank

Zane: Yes. Of the two, Stank is clearly the superior opponent. We've dealt with him before. I should call Lisa

Chad: Why? You think she'd help us with Moose?

Zane: No, to check on her.

Chad: I'll give her a call

Zane: No. I'll handle it

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The scene opens to an all white room filled with mists, and Firewoman walks into the scene...or is she gliding? She seems to be wearing all white, and a soft glow illuminates everyone.

FW: Huh...well, this is not what I expected.

From out of the mists, Ecosystem appears.

Eco: It's not? But I told you what would happen.

FW: No, no...I meant....here....I thought Baron and Maman would be here, or--

Eco: You and your superstitions.

FW: Fuck you. They are not....I mean....I didn't think....

Eco: All those dead chickens...gone to waste....

FW: So...you were right, I guess....I'm here.

Eco: Do you remember it?

FW: No....I remember Tytan lifting me up, and then we were flying...

Eco: Falling.

FW: Oh...there was a lot of commotion.....Alex was ..... he was at ringside?

Eco: Yes...surprised even me how fast he got down there.

FW: But then everything's weird...jumbled.....

Eco: That's how it happens. Then you're ... here.

FW: So...that's it then. What happens now?

Eco: I imagine the OOWF will have to decide what path it wants to take. The path of violence and destruction, or the path of salvation. I thought my sacrifice would have been enough, but then...I don't know, maybe it takes the loss of another who slowly redeemed herself and then --

FW: I meant, what happens to US.

Eco: Oh, well....I will take care of you now.

FW: I don't need taken care of....wait....I was in a hospital...

Eco: Just a vision...when the transition happens, we get hallucinations...probably what people see as the big white light.

FW: I hate to tell you this, but we're standing in a bunch of big white light.

Eco: That's because...

FW: I was in a hospital, and there was lots of frantic whispering....Alex....he was there!

Eco: No, Lisa....

FW: He was, I remember...I wanted to tell him I was okay, and not to worry, but there was a breathing thing in my mouth...

Eco: It wasn't him...I don't want to do this, Lisa.

FW: And....I think Moose ... and maybe Davin? I don't remember...it's all fuzzy...and...fading....

Eco: Lisa, none of them were there. No one came. The ambulance took you to the hospital and that was that.

FW: NO...he was there.....he gave me....

Firewoman holds up her hand and sees the wedding ring on it.

FW: See? That proves it...he came to see--

Suddenly the ring fades from her hand.

FW: HEY!

Eco: Another hallucination, Lisa...

FW: But.... you know, this sucks. I want to see him...them. Right now.

Eco: You can't, Lisa, that's not how it works.

FW: But...you visited me...you visited like... lots of people.

Eco: No, Lisa... No, I didn't...that was all in your head.

FW: Huh?

Eco: This is it...all there is....we can't go back.

FW: But... I didn't get to say....

Lisa runs up to Eco and grabs him by the throat.

FW: This was NOT part of the deal, Juni.

Eco: Lisa...let go....you'll see....it'll all get better if you just ... let go.....

Firewoman considers this for a moment, lets go of Eco's neck.

FW: Okay...I've trusted you this far. At least I'm not surrounded by brimstone and flames.

Eco: Something tells me you'd enjoy that too much.

The two begin to walk through the mists away from the camera.

Eco: Do you also believe in reincarnation, Lisa?

FW: Yeah, a little.

Eco: What would you like to come back as?

FW: I dunno, something normal...sane...maybe stay in school, teach at a college or something, have a house in the suburbs .....

Eco: That doesn't sound like you. But, before that, we still have work to do. I need to get you healed before the next phase of my plan.

They walk along in silence.

Eco: Lisa...you look troubled.....what it ist.

FW: I just...I can't believe no one came....not even Alex...I could have sworn they were there....

Eco embraces her.

Eco: It's okay, Lisa.....You've got me.

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(Tytan and Athena are seen walking towards Rick's Office. They approach the door and pause for a second and then knock on the door.)

Rick: Come in and it better be good.

(They enter.)

Rick: Oh shit it's you. Do you realize the amount of crap I am in right now because of you. Just get the hell out of my office....(Rick takes a drink of whatever booze he has.)no wait on second thought what the hell do you want.

Tytan: I want to press charges against Crete for theft.

Rick: (Hitting his head) Now, that is good! That is really good! You are the one that has killed two wrestlers and no one has come after you with the cops and you....you want to press charges against Crete for stealing your shovel.

Tytan: (Stepping closer to Rick) Show me a body. In fact show me two bodies. No body no murder. No murder no case. I am a free man.

(Rick laughs.)

Rick: Damn you are one crazy sick person. I thought you were just some idiot in the beginning trying to find a gimmick that actually worked for you but it was you. That was you slowly becoming what you have become now...

Tytan: You are right Rick. I was watching learning from the best of them, learning the games they played. And then the whole time I was waiting for him, waiting for Alex to be comfortable...to lower his guard. I was waiting for the perfect time to rip his heart out.

Rick: You were right on that one. I haven't seen him this messed up since he was fighting Moose. But now he really has vengeance on his mind. Just tell me though where you took Firewoman. That way I can at least get some of the heat off of me.

Tytan: Sorry Rick. That wasn't me....I have no idea where she went.

Rick: That's a load of crap if I ever heard it.

Tytan: Sorry Rick, maybe you should ask her God. Maybe he knows.

Rick: God....What the hell are you talking about. She has several...and how would I....

Tytan: That's it Rick. Now, remember I want you to send the cops after Crete. I am your World Champion, I do have a little bit of pull here.

Rick: And if I don't...

Tytan: There has been enough blood shed....you don't want me to put another one of your "Heroes" on the shelf. Well that is until I get hold of Alex.

(Tytan laughs as he and Athena turn and walk out of Rick's office.)

(GMtheRick then just sits down at his desk grabs the booze the he had on his desk and chugs the rest of it.)

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(CTG stops by GM The GMTR's office. He doesn't have the shovel in hand. He knocks sharply on the door)

GMTR: Come in and it better be good.

(CTG Enters the office, expression grim.)

GMTR: Nice timing, hero - you just missed Tytan. you won't believe what he was in here for.

CTG: He will not get his murder weapon back, Commissioner. I will see to that. However, I fail to comprehend why he has not been arrested and stripped of his title. Murder is not acceptable in our profession.

GMTR: (Hitting his head) Now, that is good! That is really good! You are the one that talks about Absolute Justice and we have two dead wrestlers on our hands. Why aren't you out there preventing this.

CTG: (Stepping closer to GMTR) Only one is dead. We have nothing absolute on Firewoman, and I find it surprising you write her off so easily.

(GMTR laughs.)

GMTR: Damn you are good with the Rosy Outlook on Life. I thought when you started all this superhero business that you just wanted it as a gimmick that annoyed Moose. It's something that actually works for you but it was you....

CTG: You are correct. I have found my calling inside and outside of the ring, and I commit to it as I did all those years against Moosehead Jack.

GMTR: And how did that work out for you?

CTG: Tytan is the greater danger. Moosehead Jack only wished to murder me and he failed. Tytan has attempted so on my life as well. Now Tytan has announced his next crime, that against Alexander Darling.

GMTR: You were right on that one. I haven't seen him this messed up since he was fighting Moose. But now he really has vengeance on his mind. Tytan claims he didn't take Fire anywhere so I don't have any more information than you do.

CTG: you are correct on this also - I am unaware of her whereabouts.

GMTR: But you seem to know that she's still alive.

CTG: That, in the end, is between herself and those she worships.

GMTR: (frowns at his empty bottle) so what do you want from me?

CTG: I believe that the proper authorities should still be summoned against Tytan for the murder of the man who founded the OOWF. There is no statute of limitations for murder, but further delay could only make us look like accomplices and co-conspirators

GMTR: bullshit

CTG: There has been enough blood shed.... You asked me once if the "Old" Concrete came back. Do you wish that much more darkness on the OOWF?

GMTR: ......

(CTG nods before leaving GMTR's office.)

(GMtheRick then just sits down at his desk and contemplates the empty bottle. He snarls and flings it against the wall, where the bottle shatters)

[BookerShark]

Sean Naomh Moore stands with SoCalChristy, waiting to give his first interview since winning the Onslaught Championship. The Title Belt is draped over his shoulder, as opposed to around his waist. Christy is getting impatient with the newb ninja-cam operator.


SCC: What's the problem? Are we ready, yet?


The cam operator removes the lens cover and nods, sheepishly.


SCC: I'm here with the new OOWF Onslaught Champion, Sean Naomh Moore. Sean, I see that you have your Belt over your shoulder, but I thought you were a stickler for wearing Title Belts around your waist. Is this new, since arriving in America?

SNM: No, Christy - there's a saying I live by. "You're not truly a Champion until you've defended your Title." And since I haven't yet defended this here Championship - :Moore pats the Belt: - I wouldn't feel right wearing it properly. I plan on reconciling that this Wednesday.

SCC: Well, regardless, you are recognized as the Onslaught Champion. However, there's been a couple of murmurs that you were just lucky, and didn't pin the former Champion, LD Williams. And that Williams will defeat you like he did a few weeks ago to reclaim his Championship. Any thoughts?

SNM: Those who have said that, well... They aren't necessarily wrong, are they? The fact is, I didn't pin Williams or make him submit. But, it takes a bit more than luck to pin an opponent such as Davin Moreland. I'd like to think I've improved since I last faced Williams, one-on-one - and he just barely beat me then. So, LD - after our match, last time, you said I could have a rematch whenever I wanted. Well, I guess this week at Mayhem, we'll have our rematch. If you win, then you truly are the better man and I won't challenge you again - at least not for quite a while. If I win, then I am the Onslaught Champion. And I'll grant you a future one-on-one rematch, should you want one.

SCC: If LD Williams does, in fact, defeat you this week - what are your plans for the future? Since you don't plan on challenging him immediately?

SNM: I'll cross that bridge when I get there, Christy. But, I have a couple of ideas in mind. Hopefully, though, I won't have to worry about that for some time.

SCC: Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen - straight from your current OOWF Onslaught Champion. Retain, or move on. Thank you for your time, Sean.

SNM: Any time, Christy. Now, I'm off to see my boys in the Destroyatarium


The ninja-cam operator puts the lens cover back on and signals that the feed is cut. Unfortunately, he forgets to actually stop recording, so the audio continues while he packs up. Stupid newb...


SNM: So, Christy - care to join me for a drink or two?

SCC: I don't know, Sean. You know I don't want everyone talking...

SNM: But, Thanksgiving dinner...

SCC: Yes, I know. I... I just... I don't know - that was different, you know? It was just a group of OOWF personalities getting together for dinner.

SNM: And this will be just a group of OOWF personalities getting together for a drink. One drink - what harm will it do?

SCC: OK - one drink. But I don't want everyone thinking something's going on. I don't want to be that kind of girl - the kind of girl getting together with anyone and everyone.

SNM: :shrugs: I don't know that people aren't talking, but sure - I understand.


The cam operator, realizing his mistake, turns a deep shade of red before pressing the "STOP" button and quietly making his departure.

[BookerShark]

*Chris Evans is WAITING~! outside Davin Moreland's locker room with Shawn Johnson. Moments later, The Dead, J-P Sparxx and Jewel show up*

TD: Oh, so you guys got the same message?

JPS: Yeah, butchu know, that was all...before...and shit, yo.

CE: Well, Samantha would have said something. Or Shawn would have told me...Davin's a pro. He can separate work from personal stuff.

JPS: Yo, you sure, son? I mean, when he was champ an' shit, dat wasn't always true.

TD: Well, I guess we'll see. I, for one, am not going to be the guy that missed the first GFY meeting. I'm goin' in.

CE: But-

OGMSJ: Chris...it'll be fine. You'll see.

*The group heads into the locker room. Davin, looking at the floor, is wearing his favorite "Crete and Moosey" shirt, and makes no effort to acknowledge the people coming into the room. Samantha comes in with her phone attached to her ear. She looks a little frazzled.*

SDM: Shit....*she clicks the phone closed*...I, uh...forgot you guys were supposed to come...Uh...have a seat...I'll be back in a minute.

*She leaves, and they all sit down*

JPS: SHE'LL be back? Maaaan...

TD: Hey-

DM: *almost mumbling, still not looking up* You hear it from Samantha, you hear it from me. Deadly knows that.

TD: Yeah, that's how it was before.

CE: Davin, I just want to say that I'm so-

*Davin holds his hand up, and continues to look at the ground*

DM: We're here to talk about work. About GFY. Uh...we're all in a battle royal this week, and we're 3 of the 15. That makes it a 1 in 5 chance one of us walks out of there with the win, and it would make a big statement if one of us could get it done.

JPS: So you want us to watch each other's backs?

DM: *moves his head, but still doesn't look up* I want you to win. If you can help a teammate out, by all means do it, but don't do it if it puts you in a bad position. That's not what I want this whole thing to be about. Chris, you've got whats-her-name there. Just don't take it lightly, ok? It's a "trap match". Got it?

CE: I know what to do.

DM: I know you do. I know you all do. That's why you're all here.

*Samantha comes back in the room*

SDM: Ok guys, thanks for stopping by - what we wanted to go over was...

DM: It's done. I did it already.

SDM: Wait..you did? Did you tell them about-

DM: *looks up finally, his eyes are bloodshot, tear-stained, and right now, homicidal. He speaks through gritted teeth* I said....I did it already.

SDM: *looks like she's considering her options as to how to approach this* Ok honey. Thanks. *she looks back to the rest* All right, so Davin's given you his suggestions for this week. I just wanted to let you know that as of now the new Jumbotrons will be permanent, unless you have a huge problem with them. Other than that, this is going to be a pretty autonomous group. You're all adults. Any expectations offered have been made clear. Any questions?

CE: When are we going to do film study?

SDM: *sighs quietly* Umm...I don't know for now. But you guys do film study anyway, right?

TD: Yeah, but Davin's got freakin' EVERYTHING on these people.

SDM: Ok, well, you can use our stuff here. I've got no problem with that at all.

DM: *looking down again, and almost mumbling* I'll do binders probably...at some point...You don't really need them, but it makes me feel useful. Like I'm contributing, you know?

TD: Are you JOKING, D? Those things were invaluable. Hell, you can even ask people who don't like you, like Bryce.

DM: *looks up again, smiling, looks like a completely different person from before* Fuck that guy.

CE: Truth.

DM: I know you guys don't really need it, but if it makes your life easier, I'll try to get around to it. None this week though. But it's a battle royal. Tape really doesn't matter for that. Just don't go over the top rope. That doesn't take a lot of skill. Anything else, guys?

JPS: Not from me, D-Veezy

TD: Or me, D.

CE: No, Davin.

DM: Alright, good. Um, I might not be, uh...totally available here before Mayhem, so if you have any questions you can ask Samantha...or Shawn.

OGMSJ: ME?

DM: You ARE my advisor, are you not?

OGMSJ: Well yeah, but I just thought-

DM: Well, you thought incorrectly, Midget. That nice big ol' bump in your paycheck wasn't just to stand around and look pretty.

CE: *under his breath, sort of* Although she does that very well.

TD: Oh, puke. Is this gonna be a rom-com? Should I bring roofies?

SDM: No need. *she pats her purse*

*everyone gets a nice chuckle out of that*

DM: Ok. Hate to cut this short, but as you can imagine I've got a few things to take care of. See you all at Mayhem.

*They all say their goodbyes, and Davin goes digging for his Trusty Rebar*

SDM: Wait. Where the fuck do you think you're going with that?

DM: I have to talk to Moose.

SDM: With REBAR?

DM: Have you SEEN Moose lately? I'm not going in there unarmed. I'm crazy, not stupid.

SDM: *considers* Yeah. Ok. Be careful.

*Davin leaves and goes to an unmarked door. Instead of knocking or opening it slowly, he just throws the door open. We see a single lightbulb swinging from the ceiling, covered in blood spatter. In fact, it now covers most of the room. Davin ducks just in time to feel Happy Dethbat fly over his head. Moosehead Jack, seemingly out of nowhere, charges. Davin catches him with a clean Spinebuster, and shoves his forearm under Moose's chin, holding the Trusty Rebar in the other hand, poised and ready to swing*

DM: Moose.

MHJ: How the FUCK did you do that?

DM: I'm a ninja. Ramu was my sensei.

MHJ: *tries to keep a neutral expression, but can't help but laugh* You're a fucking idiot, Davin.

DM: Yup, I know.

*Davin lets Moose up and closes the door, tossing him Happy Dethbat back*

MHJ: Drink?

DM: You sure that's a good idea? I mean, you're not exactly at your most stable right now.

MHJ: Drink?

DM: Sure.

*Moose pours two Dixie Cups full of some whiskey without a label*

DM: Classy.

MHJ: That's how we, the unwashed, un-entitled masses do things.

DM: No shit, Sherlock. I'm one of them too.

MHJ: Bullshit, you are not. You're one of THEM.

DM: I am?

MHJ: You are. I should kill you but He keeps telling me not to.

DM: You ever been to Devil's Lake before?

MHJ: No. I've been to Hell.

DM: We all have. Duh. We have a PPV there.

MHJ: That's not what I mean.

DM: Fine. Well, I explored out here a bit last time I was here.

MHJ: Didn't you Diamond Cut your wife when we were out here last?

DM: To be accurate, we weren't married yet.

MHJ: ...

DM: And she did look at me crossways.

MHJ: She did. Anyway, what's your point?

DM: Point is, I did some exploring in some of the local taverns around here.

MHJ: Uh huh. I'm sure they had a splendid boulliabaisse.

DM: *ignoring* Well, some of the places in Devil's Lake were ok. But I found this place 15 or so miles outside of the...er...city...I guess...that was really more my speed. It's in Penn. It's called the "Buckhorn Saloon".

MHJ: Oh nice, one of those martini bars with the cool name to make you think it's a cool place even though it SUCKS. Sounds like you.

DM: Let's go.

MHJ: Wait, WHAT?

DM: Go. Let's. Now.

MHJ: I am NOT going to some pussy, fru-fru place with you. Ever.

DM: You REALLY think I'd take you someplace like that? Really?

MHJ: I didn't think you'd know any different.

DM: Come on. Let's go. Take Happy Dethbat.

MHJ: Do I need to wear a coat and tie or something?

DM: I should kick your ass just for saying that. But no.

*They head out to the parking lot, and come upon Davin's now-familiar Black 95 Camry*

MHJ: What is this?

DM: My car. Don't you watch OOWF?

MHJ: Not enough, apparently. I thought that piece of shit Alex bought you a car. A nice one.

DM: *starts it up, purrs like a kitten* This is a nice one. 350,000 miles and counting. Still gets almost 30 MPG.

MHJ: You know what I mean.

DM: Oh, the Vanquish?

MHJ: Yeah, that. You just don't drive that in case it gets stolen, right?

DM: Damn, Jack...uh...let's see...I drove it home...and I think Samantha has driven it a couple times...but it's just mostly sitting in my garage.

MHJ: A $200,000 car...just sitting in your garage...huh.

DM: Well, if it were big enough to live in, I'd rent it out.

MHJ: Well, why wouldn't you drive it? I mean, aren't you the big-time wrestling star and pitch man? People would expect it.

DM: Well, it's a British car, so I think I'm fortunate that it hasn't fucking broken yet. Also, people's expectations of me are far different than my own.

MHJ: Nice phrase turn there, Tommy Boy. Doesn't make me wrong.

DM: No. It doesn't. I'm not trying to prove you wrong. I'm just trying to bring you somewhere you'd like. We're almost there, can you hand me my rebar?

MHJ: To go IN?

DM: I don't like guns much. Too easy.

*They stop at the Buckhorn Saloon, a dilapidated building virtually in the middle of nowhere that is Penn, ND. Davin and Moose both walk in to the lovely establishment with their weapons on their shoulders. All the patrons, rough looking miners, look up to the door. So does the bartender, a 50ish woman who's clearly got some hard miles on her, probably meth miles. Davin walks up to the bar*

DM: Polly, how you been, hun?

P: Not bad, Davin. Nice to see you back here. Thought you forgot about us.

DM: Oh please. It's not like Penn, North Dakota is, you know, on the way to anywhere.

P: Who's your friend?

DM: This is my cousin, Moosehead Jack.

*Moose extends his hand to the nice lady*

MHJ: Nice to make your acquaintance.

P: *sizes him up* Likewise. You boys gonna sit?

DM: Yeah, we'll be here a bit. SueAnn still here?

P: You know it, sug. You know she's kinda sweet on you, anyway.

DM: *holds up his hand* Sorry Polly. I'm hitched now. Damned near 2 years.

P: Well, hopefully she don't spit in your drink.

DM: Hopefully, let's go sit.

*The two seat themselves in a booth near the back. In the next couple of minutes, a few guys recognize Davin and stop to say hi. They eye Moose as a stranger, but don't do anything rash*

MHJ: You've surprised me with this place so far, Davin - but any spoiled, rich kid can slum it.

DM: I still don't understand what in the blue fuck makes you think I'm a spoiled rich kid.

MHJ: Oh, I don't know, married to a Darling, rides in a private plane, lives in a giant house, grew up on Cape Cod...no idea how I could get that impression.

DM: Listen, I-

*SueAnn comes over*

SA: Hi Davin.

DM: Hey SueAnn. Busy?

SA: Aww, I'll make time for you, Davin, whaddya have?

DM: Whiskey rocks, tequila shooter, Bud. Still got that grill back there?

SA: I can turn it on.

DM: Good. Cheeseburger. Rare. Fries. Moose?

MHJ: What kind of whiskey do you have?

*They both stare at him*

DM: He'll have whiskey rocks and a Bud. Hungry?

MHJ: Do you have a men-

DM: Same as me, Cheeseburger, Rare, Fries.

SA: Thanks, sug. Be out in a bit.

*she leaves*

DM: Menu? Do you SEE a fucking menu anywhere? What do you think this is, Tavern-on-the-fucking-Green? And what kind of whiskey do you have? What kind do you think they have? They have what they have in the bottle. And I'm supposed to be the spoiled rich kid.

MHJ: Then how do you explain...

DM: One, I don't have to explain shit to you, but because you're my cousin I will. Two, our mothers were born and partially raised by the Sheehans in Dorchester. Your Mom took off, ended up in Detroit. My Mom met my father, who was from Wareham...not exactly Newport, Rhode Island, k? They had me, he was a dick, she stole some money from him, and we bounced, and she found that little shack in Cummaquid, again, not exactly the fucking Kennedy Compound. We, meaning her and I, built that second room addition in the back. She worked a couple jobs making sure I didn't starve to death. I worked from the time I could get the waiver when I was 14. We didn't have much of anything but each other, but clearly, it was enough. Hell, look at my house-

MHJ: It's huge.

DM: Ok, one, it's not THAT huge. Yeah, it's 2000 square feet, but it's not exactly the 20000 square foot monstrosities in the rest of the neighborhood, is it? Its enough for us to live comfortably and have people over if we want. That's all I need.

MHJ: What about her?

DM: Ok, she left the Darling Compound right around the time it moved from New Jersey-

MHJ: New Jersey...

DM: -to Florida. Then she did what she had to do to survive...across the country...across the world...Remember, I met her when she was living in New Zealand. She wasn't exactly staying at the Waldorf-Astoria.

MHJ: But she's still a Darling.

SA: *comes back with the drinks* Here ya go boys.

DM: *does his tequila shot, hits a sip of whiskey and pounds half his bud before continuing* You can't choose who your parents are, can you?

MHJ: *slightly impressed by Davin's mechanical drinking style, sips his whiskey and tries not to make a face* I guess not.

DM: *slightly more serious as the food gets there* Anything I have I worked my ass off for. I wasn't handed shit. Anything extravagant I have is simply for convenience. You don't see me "blinged out" or anything, do you?

MHJ: *plowing into his bloody cheeseburger* Well, the suits.

DM: When you're a Professional, you act like a professional, you dress like a professional. That's what my Mom taught me. It's nothing more than that. It never has been. Having "stuff" doesn't make you a man. Doing, being and acting like a man makes you a man. That's something my brother-in-law could never possibly understand.

MHJ: *gets quiet* At least he's not my brother-in-law anymore.

DM: You're not done with it, are you?

MHJ: *looks up seriously* Fuck no.

DM: This isn't his fault you know. As much as I fucking hate him, this isn't his fault.

MHJ: It is. It IS his fault. He put all those ideas in her head. All of it!

DM: So you're saying...really, this is what you're saying...that Lisa. Our Lisa. Your sister, my cousin. The one we've known forever. Would let Alexander Fucking Darling put ANYTHING in her head that she didn't want there?

MHJ: Well....well what about Eco?

DM: First, I don't know she had any control over that, and second, even if she did, who's to say that's not what she wanted?

MHJ: It got her.....got her....

DM: This is going to sound ridiculous, ok? But Moose, I knew. I fucking TRIED to stop her. I did everything I could reasonably do to stop her. I KNEW, ok? What's more? SHE knew. She knew damn well what was going to happen, ok? Why do you think she went around thanking everyone, huh? She FUCKING KNEW, and wouldn't let me stop her, because she thought...I guess...that this is what was supposed to happen.

MHJ: That's retarded.

DM: It IS retarded. Yes. It is. But what can we do about it now? What the fuck are we supposed to do?

MHJ: *sips and thinks for a second* What we do best. Revenge.

DM: *chuckles* You know Sheehan means "Peace" in Gaelic, right?

MHJ: The irony is delicious. *sniffs* Smell that?

DM: Yeah. Time to go.

*They settle up with the bar and say goodbye to everyone after a couple more drinks. They're heading out to the Camry in the parking lot, and they're accosted by a couple of seedy looking guys*

SG1: Hey, look who it is! Davin Moreland here slumming with the po folk.

SG2: And ain't that Moose Headjack there? Remember when he used to be a wrestler?

DM: *mumbling to Moose* Just keep walking...

SG1: Oh, you ain't even gonna talk to us tough guy? Your whore wife's got more balls than you?

*He hums an empty bottle at Davin, hitting him in the back*

MHJ: *whispers* Now?

DM: Uh huh.

*The seedy guys' demeanor changes as Davin and Moose are now wielding their respective weapons. One jumps in front of the other as the second guy reaches into his waistband*

SG1: Hey guys...we was just clownin' around. Weren't we?

SG2: Yeah, yeah. We don't want no trouble.

DM: It's no trouble, boys. This is going to be fun for us.

*they keep advancing, when suddenly the 2nd guy wobbly aims a pistol at the two*

SG2: That's close enough.

DM: Oh, I don't think so. You hit one of us. The other one's still going to end it. You like those odds?

*The two seedy guys look to turn to make a run for it, and shockingly, it looks like Moose is going to let them go. Davin isn't. He sprints after them and takes them both to the ground with a double clothesline*

DM: Only pussies run, boys. And your day of reckoning is upon you. You can't outrun destiny. Right Moose?

MHJ: *just catching up* Err...right.

*Davin pulls them both up to their feet. They're both clearly terrified*

DM: Pick.

*Moose swings wildly at the guy on the left, catching him in the face with Happy Dethbat. Davin is robotically blasting the other guy in the temple with Trusty Rebar. After a while, Moose stops. Davin doesn't.*

MHJ: Isn't that enough, Davin?

DM: He's still breathing.

MHJ: Davin...stop.

DM: I'm not done.

MHJ: Davin-

DM: *turns around with the familiar homicidal look that Moose has been sporting so much recently* I said....I'm...not...done....You said you've never done it....now you can see it at least...

MHJ: Davin, we don't need to-

DM: *holds the rebar up to Moose* Stop me.

MHJ: No.

DM: THEY did this. THEY killed her. THEY killed him. THEY will pay for what they've done. Do you understand?

*Moose clearly doesn't know what to do or say now, having the reality of his misplaced aggressions over the last few months shoved in his face*

MHJ: You have...before...

DM: And I'm about to again. Help or leave.

MHJ: Help.

*Davin is about to finish caving this guy's skull in but is interrupted by Moose, who pulls him up, and hits him with a HEARTPUNCH~! Davin starts laughing hysterically, until Moose KILLS him with the Ranhei! He then drags Davin back to the car and puts him in it*

MHJ: Right idea, wrong people Davin.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Arena*

Alexander Darling is still searching up and down the hallways trying to find Tytan but having no luck whatsoever. He finally makes his way to GMtR's office and slowly pushes open the door with a glazed look in his eyes. Rick looks up and sighs before downing the rest of the drink.

GMtR: Been waiting for this...I'm not sure what you want...

Alexander: Where is he?

GMtR: Alex, this isn't the best idea.

Alexander: WHERE IS HE?

GMtR: I can't give you that info. Bad enough things are going to hell around here with Lucky suing for unsafe...

Alexander: Leave Lucky to me. He'll get what's coming to him. But whether or not you help me right now, I will find Tytan and I will end him.

GMtR: No you won't. There's been too much...

Alexander: You have no say in what happens from here on out Ricky. I may have changed for the most part, but the darkness is still in me. From Poe. From Ket. From everything I've been through, Firewoman was actually a shining light for me recently. And he took that from me. So I will take everything from him. Starting with his blood.

GMtR: This is pre-meditated Alex. I won't be able to protect you by claiming within the context of a show.

Alexander: I don't want your protection Rick. I just want retribution and I will get it. If you won't tell me where Tytan is, where is Crete. He has something I need.

GMtR: What would Crete...No, Alex...I'm glad that death instrument is in safe hands.

Alexander: I'm trying to be calm and rational here Rick, but you're clearly testing my limits of that. WHERE IS CRETE?

Alex starts to walk towards Rick and for the first time in a long time, Rick actually looks scared...

GMtR: I think he was going to destroy the shovel.

Alexander: You better hope he hasn't yet. Or you'll be adding another name to your death list. Reckoning is upon us Rick. And I am Alexander Darling. I am justice. I am revenge. And everyone else better stay the fuck out of my way.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

In the NEWLY CHRISTENED UNFORGIVEN WORKOUT FACILITY D.H. Magnusson and Bryce Larson are IN THE RING~! as Matt Folz and Alexis and Spencer Darling look on.

MF: ...what I don't get is why he's even here. He doesn't leave his drinking buddies unless it's to go play with puppies or whatever it is he does, and everytime Alexander was brought up, you could hear him yell ASSHOLE in the next state...

LD: He's here for a reason, Folz. It needn't concern you, except to know that he's with us.

MF: Did Darling buy him off?

Spencer barks out a laugh at Folz, loud enough to cover up Alexis' own.

MF: Well then is it because of the whole thing with Firew-

LD: No. And don't mention her. He doesn't talk about her.

SD: Ever.

MF: Look - all I'm saying is that it would be nice to know what he's getting out of this. Larson, you two. I KNOW why you're here. But him? He doesn't seem to -

SD: We have our reason, sweetie. Don't you fret over it.

In the ring, Larson and Magnusson tie up in a collar and elbow. DHM quickly overpowers Larson, turning into a side headlock, which Larson quickly counters into a hammerlock. After a moment DHM reverses, and just as quickly Larson reverses that, floating quickly into a facelock. DHM powers out with a top wristlock, but Larson quickly ducks under, countering the wristlock into an armbar. DHM begins to look for a way out as Larson effortlessly transitions back into the hammerlock, holding it for a moment until a THUNDERING back elbow blasts him in the ear, sending him sprawling.

BL: What the hell was that?

DHM: Get up.

BL: This is just a sparring session! What in the hell are you -

DHM: GET OFF YOUR ASS AN' GET OVER HERE!

Larson gets up, glaring at DHM

DHM: Y'think anybody out there is gonna pull any shots in th' ring? Y'got all all the talemt in th' world kid, but you ain't got a thought in your head. Y'might be able t'outwrestle anybody on th' damned roster, but that ain't all of what you gotta do out there. Y'get in the ring, an' it's hit an' get hit back. Th' guy that can take th' most shots is gonna win out everytime. Y'wanna know why that piece a'garbage Jack kept gettin' the best of ya out there? It's because y'couldn't take the hits. You quit hitting back.

BL: I don't need this crap from you. Who in the hell do you think you are?

DHM: I'm th' guy that set you on your ass. An' I'll do it again, because you'll let me. We're goin' again. C'mon.

Larson shakes his head muttering, but goes in for the collar and elbow. DHM feigns the lockup, burying a knee into Larson's midsection, doubling him over. DHM pulls his back up, throwing a murderous left hook...and Larson ducks, tumbling past DHM setting up quickly as DHM turns around into a point blanl SUPERKICK that sends DHM rocketing back into turnbuckles.

DHM grins at Larson, wiping away a small trickle of blood.

DHM: Now THAT's what you need, kid. C'mon.


LD: It could be worse.

SD: True. You could be training at HIS place. Speaking of which. You two. Cardio. Go.

[BookerShark]

<Gm the Rick is sitting there doing paperwork, FINALLY getting caught up when the door opens, someone walks in and sits down heavily in one of the chairs. GM the Rick looks up and jumps a little as he lays eyes on a bloody Moosehead Jack, just back from his scrap at the bar>


GMtR: Moose I............I don't know what to say

MHJ: There is nothing to say

GMtR: If you need some time for bereavement or something, we all understand

MHJ: There is no need for that

GMtR: But Moose, she was your sister

MHJ: Is. She's not dead

<GMtR suddenly feels very uncomfortable>

GMtR: Moose, the damage was.........extensive, she is..........gone

<Moose gets to his feet and leans on Rick's desk smirking>

MHJ: He has not told me she is gone yet. He knows. Now........what you might want to do to preserve your job, is stop that asshole Alexander Darling from finding what he thinks he wants

GMtR: He wants retribution........just like I thought you would

MHJ: That may be what he wants, but that is not what he will find. He doesn't have it in him. You either stop him, or you will have a third victim on your hands Rickey

Trust me

[BookerShark]

We see Dynamite Danny Taylor walking down the hallways of random interviews carrying a Keg on his shoulder. A rookie sexy female journalist runs up with a mic in hand.

RSFJ - DDT, DDT can I get a minute of your time?

Danny sets the keg down, wipes his hands off, and nods. The RSFJ smiles and motions for the camera to begin recording.

RSFJ - Hello OOWF fans I'm here with Dynamite Danny Taylor one half of Drink and Dest...

Danny cuts her off and holds up three fingers.

RSFJ - I'm sorry, One third of Drink and Destroy. Danny lately you have been uncharacteristically quiet regarding the plans of Drink and Destroy.

Danny just looks at her questioningly.

RSFJ - Well not you per say, but your manager and Teammates have. Some people say your manager may have been distracted by the Hawaiians manager.

Danny just smiles and motions for another question.

RSFJ - What are the future plans for D&D?

Danny makes the motion of a title belt around his waist, and then holds up two fingers.

RSFJ - The tag titles, with Moose and Stank getting a shot, and both the Hawaiians and Fulton and Folz waiting in the wings, the tag division is on the verge of exploding!

Danny chuckles at her unintentional pun, but the RSFJ seems oblivious to it.

RSFJ - One last question, this week D&D takes part in a battle royal, what will happen if you must face your teammates inside the ring?

Danny just shrugs his shoulders at this. The RSFJ looks irritated at this.

RSFJ - That's all you've got for me?

Danny nods yes.

RSFJ (making the cut the feed motion) - That will do I suppose. Thanks for your time Danny.

Danny smiles and picks up the Keg ready to head off. He is stopped by the RSFJ's hand on his arm.

RSFJ (smiling seductively)- So big guy, mind if I help you empty that keg.

Danny just chuckles, and pats her on the head before heading off.

RSFJ (sighing) - I knew I should have taken the job at PHWF.

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland, we see, still in his "Crete and Moosey" T-shirt, has seen better days. So has GM the Rick. Rick's day is about to get just a bit unbetter as Davin walks in the office without knocking*

GMtR: *not looking up* Why don't you people knock?

DM: Because most of us don't respect you. I know I sure as fuck don't.

GMtR: Oh good, the jackass is here. Are you here to tell me what a shitty GM I am? Or what a great GM you were? How about why I'm not booking you right? Praytell Davin. Tell me how the fuck I'm not doing my job TODAY. It's not like anyone else has come to me with that in the last, oh, 2 hours or anything. Please. Enlighten me. Tell TheRick all about your happy-crappy.

DM: A) Fuck off, before I literally separate your head from your torso. I am really not in the mood for your jocksniffing bullshit. B) Remember that tag team invitational Moose and I won in Japan?

GMtR: *pissed, but calm* Yes.

DM: And remember the vague promise that we won?

GMtR: Yes.

DM: We each have one, right?

GMtR: Yes.

DM: Ok. Just checking. Go fuck yourself, asshole. And no matter what, I suggest you stay the fuck out of my way.

GMtR: I'm so tired of your tough guy bullshit.

DM: And I'm so tired of the alternate reality you've constructed for yourself. It only starts with Bennett. And I don't forget ANYTHING. Eat shit and die.

*Davin leaves, and Rick pours himself another drink*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Davin returns to his locker room. Samantha and Moonbeam are there, suddenly looking less worried*

SDM: Where in the BLUE FUCK have you been?!?

DM: With Moose. We went out for a bit.

SDM: Is that why there's blood all over your shirt?

DM: Um...probably?

SDM: *moves closer and tries to speak more calmly* Davin. Davin. This is a critical time for us...for you. You can't be flaking out and doing stupid shit.

DM: *looks like he's about to start raging, but backs off* I'm not doing stupid shit. I spent an afternoon with my cousin. I don't think it's a bad thing.

SDM: He's a homicidal maniac.

DM: There's a lot of that going around.

SDM: Be that as it may-

DM: No. Sammy. You don't get it. Fire is dead. Eco is dead. Tytan killed them. Both. Moose holds your brother personally responsible.

SDM: Good.

DM: He WILL kill him if he gets the chance.

SDM: Again...

DM: No, not for this. It's not about voices in your head, or the circle of all existence, or hating someone for something they can't control. Everyone's off the deep end with this. It's very simple. The OOWF has a legit double-murderer wandering around. And no one seems to give a shit. So if that's how it's going to be around here, I'll have to be...creative...in my choices.

SDM: Listen...I know you can take him, ok, but don't go after him. He's got no conscience...no...

DM: I'm not going to go after Tytan. Yet. Let Alex go pretend to be a man and take the shovel to his dome piece first. Karma's a bitch.

SFJ420: *wandering over* The kidnapping?

DM: Among other things, yes.

SDM: So what ARE you going to do?

DM: Grieve.

SDM: Wait...what?

DM: Did I stutter? I am going to grieve for the loss of my cousin.

SFJ420: You know, they don't know for sure...

DM: Did you WATCH the match?

SFJ420: *quieter* Yeah man. Yeah.

DM: I need to talk to my Mom. She must be devastated. And I guess...you know...the Sheehans and stuff...and the Quinns...No one's even talked to them yet.

SDM: You know, you talk to your Mom...Moony and I will take care of the rest, ok?

DM: Fine. We'll do that tomorrow, ok? I'm....tired.

SDM: Are you...you know...hearing things again?

DM: Nope. Just keep dosing me up, babe. Actually, you know what? Let's step back from work tonight? How about we watch PHWF tonight on OOWF.com?

SFJ420: I don't think I've ever watched PHWF.

SDM: Why?

DM: *shrugs* Dunno. Just have the urge to check out what's going on down on the farm, I guess. I don't really now. It just came over me.

SDM: *skeptical* When?

DM: Sometime on the way back here, I think. Moony, can you do me a favor? Grab us all a couple pizzas and a 12-pack? I think I heard Shawn was looking for you. Have her come over too. Chris too if he wants. I have to talk to Sam about something.

SFJ420: No problem, man. Corporate card?

DM: Yeah, we'll say something business-y. *he tosses her the Camry keys*

SFJ420: Sweet. Alright. Be back in an hour or so?

DM: See ya, Moony.

*she leaves*

SDM: Why'd you throw her out?

DM: You feeling ok? You look like shit.

SDM: Thanks. Love you too.

DM: No really. You're all pale. It's noticeable.

SDM: Well, yeah...I think I've got a stomach bug or something. Maybe I'm just hungry. I haven't been eating or sleeping well.

DM: How long?

SDM: *shrugs* Week or two.

DM: Why haven't you said anything?

SDM: *she leans on his shoulder* There's been...you know...a lot...and you've been so involved with everything...just been a lot....a little overwhelmed I guess.

DM: You need to take care of yourself, babe. You're no good to me sick. In order for us to do all of this, you've got to be there too. We're a team, right?

SDM: *smiles a little* Always.

DM: Ok. You work on getting better, and I'll work on making sure I'm around and working more, ok?

SDM: Ok. Just don't burn yourself out either like you did with Deviled Eggs, ok?

DM: Ok.

SDM: Is she going to get the right pizza?

DM: Psh. We'll be lucky if she gets pizza at all. That's why I told her to take Shawn.

SDM: So she WASN'T looking for her?

DM: Haven't seen Shawn since this morning.

SDM: You do what you do to get what you want. That's why you're the best, babe.

DM: Couldn't do it without you.

SDM: People will probably puke watching this.

DM: So long as you don't puke.

SDM: Well, if I do, it won't be from this, k?

DM: K. Let's get the computer set up.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

(CTG is back in his locker room, and he is not alone)

CTG: I'm sure you're wondering why I've gathered you here. This is a matter I would trust to a very few, and you two have helped me enough in the past.

CHAIR: (sitting to Shovel's left)

LADDER: (Standing to Shovel's right)

Shovel: .....

CTG: This shovel is evidence - an accomplice to many crimes. He has spilled innocent blood and ended the life of one, perhaps two, of our comrades in the squared circle.

CHAIR: (stoic)

LADDER: (stoic)

Shovel: .....

CTG: you two have fought many battles here and abroad, and I know that you speak his language. But this one needs protection and rehabilitation before he is properly presented to the authorities. I trust that you two will carefully discuss this with him -

(there's a knock at the door)

CTG: (frowns, grabs CHAIR) who is it?

??: DAMMIT CRETE OPEN THIS DOOR AND GIVE ME BACK MY PROPERTY

CTG: I don't return weapons to murderers!

??: (pounding away) I SWEAR TO GOD CRETE WILL BREAK THIS DOOR IF YOU DON'T HAND OVER MY SHOVEL

CTG: (Flings the door open, brandishes CHAIR) I have you outnumbered!

Tytan: But not outgunned

(Crete slams Tytan with CHAIR, hoping the barbed-wire wrapping or tacks help make his point for him. Tytan staggers back, allowing Crete to step out of the room and pull the door shut)

Tytan: (screaming and swearing at he flails back at Crete)

CTG: Citizen Tytan, you're fortunate I'm not summoning authorities (swings again) Back! Back to your pit of darkness!

Tytan: (Bleeding from the chairshots) I'm not leaving without that shovel

CTG: You'll leave by my hand or

(Crete's taunt is interrupted by officials and security)

[BookerShark]

Sean Naomh Moore and SoCalChristy are sitting in the Destroyatarium a few seats down from Outback Jack. Dynamite Danny Taylor walks in, still chuckling from his interview with the Rookie SFJ.


OBJ: You seem to be in a good mood, Danny!


DDT shakes his head and motions a curvy figure and gives the internationally recognized "crazy" motion, then sets the keg down.


SCC: You actually drink this stuff?

SNM: What? You don't like Guinness?


Christy's mouth puckers and she shakes her head violently. DDT laughs to himself and makes a Purple Hooter and gives it to her. Moore jokingly gives DDT the "what the fuck, dude" look as .


SCC: Ah, that's better - thanks, Danny.


DDT smiles and begins hooking up the keg.


SNM: What in the bloody hell is that?

SCC: It's called a Purple Hooter.

SNM: Wha? You're making that up - making fun of me, right?

SCC: No, really - it's a Kamikaze, but with Chambord. Here, try it.


Moore takes the drink, looks at it oddly, and takes a sip. He shrugs lightly.


SNM: It's not too bad - kinda fruity.


Stevie Ray and Booker T happen to walk in at that moment.


SR: Fruit booty? Who's drinkin' the fruit booty?

SNM: Oy - Harlem Heat makes its way to the Destroyatarium.

BT: That's right, dawg. We were in the crowd at the pay-per-view. Heard there was a bar in the house, and so we're here.

SR: Hey - there a bartender in the house? Can a brother get a 40 of Colt 45?

BT: Yeah - and get me a martini. And make it dirty.


Stevie Ray turns, looks at his brother, and shakes his head. DDT stands back up after hooking the keg up and holds out Stevie Ray's Colt 45. Stevie Ray's jaw drops upon seeing Danny up close.


SR: Damn, you're a big boy!


DDT smiles with a gleam in his eye. He then quickly whips up a martini and hands it over.


SR: Uh, thanks, my man. Book - take this shit off my hands. Martini...

BT: What? I like more sophisticated drinks now. King Booker doesn't drink beer. Can you-

OBJ: :beeelllllch: That's Australian for I can dig it, sucka!


Booker T smiles and joins Jack, while Stevie Ray shakes his head and mutters as he sits next to Booker.


SR: I should have brought Big T...