MidWeek Mayhem (12/08) Live! From Sturgis, South D

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Sturgis, South Dakota

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way[/u]
Tytan vs. Alexander Darling vs. Concrete TG vs. Stan Fulton

OOWF World Tag Team Title Elimination Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack & Stank vs. Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Drink & Destroy

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

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Sean Moore vs. J-P Sparxx

Alexis Darling & DH Magnusson vs. DeadTV
Bryce Larson vs. Matt Folz
Eric O'Mac vs. Davin Moreland vs. LD Williams

card subject to something completely unexpected

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*Medical Bay*

OOWF personnel is trying to bring Alexander Darling to medical to check on the large bump that is forming on his skull but he is fighting them every step of the way. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Crete also being brought to medical and Alexander glares but ignores him for the most part. One of the EMT's is trying to check to see if Alexander has a concussion when he shakes his head to clear his head. He looks down the hallway and sees Tytan walking with his title belt over his shoulder and the shovel in his hand. EMT's and security try to hold Alex back but they can't control him right now as he explodes out of medical and starts to rush down the hallway. Tytan hears the commotion and chuckles as he turns to face the charging Alex. He brings the shovel up like a baseball bat and starts to swing as Alex begins to dive. But instead of going for a spear, Alexander baseball slides underneath the swinging shovel and takes Tytan's legs out from under him.

Tytan falls to the ground but quickly rolls over as Alexander tries to get a full mount and start throwing punches but the shot from the shovel earlier in the night is showing its effects as Alexander is a little slow in his movements and Tytan is able to toss Alex off and get back to his feet. Security and other OOWF officials make their way to the area and try to separate Alex and Tytan but they have forgotten all about Takaken Gryfon who has now spun Tytan around and they're trading punches as well. Now security is trying to keep three people apart in a narrow hallway and slowly Alex has distanced himself from everyone and he looks down where he sees the shovel. A dark look crosses his face as he stares at the shovel. He slowly reaches down and picks up the shovel and quickly makes his way back towards the punching Tytan and Crete. Tytan is finally able to kick Crete away and as soon as he turns around he's blasted in the face with the shovel. A cut appears on Tytan's face and he starts to drip blood as he drops to his knees in front of Alexander. Tytan tries to get back to his feet but Alex brings the shovel up for another strike when he stops and shakes his head. Alex drops the shovel and starts punching Tytan in the face opening the cut even more as Tytan starts to fight back to his feet.

Security once again tries to get control of the situation and finally seems to have all three separated. Tytan starts cackling madly at both Alexander and Crete as they're dragged down separate hallways. Alexander wants to get the last word in it seems...

Alexander: I promised I'd make you bleed before the night was over Tytan. I promised you'd suffer tonight. This...this was just the start of justice. Vengenance will be mine...

Alexander looks at the blood on his hands and with that dark look still plastered on his face takes a long lick of the blood

And vengenance tastes sweet...

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Zane is LIMPING~~~!!!! down the hallway on crutches, Bridgette beside him carrying his bags. He passes the camera and we see much further down the hallway Chad Madison in a wheelchair sporting the Ricky Morton-esque face mask to protect the broken nose. A gaggle of SFJ's are around him, carrying his bags and basically fawning all over him.

Chad: Slow down there Sweetcheeks, the bumps are making my head hurt EVEN MORE than it already does.

Blonde SFJ: Awwww My poor poor Chaddie Poo!

Brunette SFJ: That mean Moose Headjack. I hope I don't have to talk to him this week. I'll.. I'll.. I'll

Chad: Wear a Crete & Moosey T-Shirt?

Blonde SFJ #2: (giggles) With nothing underneath

Chad: No, that's what she's interviewing Me in!!

(All the SFJ's Giggle Zane yells from down the hall)

Zane: Hurry up already! Bridgette has the car pulled up. It's a long run to Sturgis

(We see the girls pick up the pace and wheel Chad to the Mustang. HE gets up hugs and gropes the gaggle of SFJ's, and loads his bags in the trunk. One of the SFJ's pulls out her cell phone and stops them before they get in the car to leave)

SFJ: Umm.. Chad.. Zane.. I just got a call. I'm supposed to interview you

Zane: Oh no. Not now

Chad: (Standing beside his partner) Looks like it. See (pointing at the camera) PirateCams

Zane: PirateCams?
SFJ: PirateCams?

Chad: Sheesh.. Ninjacams. Don't you watch PHWF-TV too?

SFJ: PH What?

Zane: nevermind. It's just the hole IHOP and the Heels apparently fell into. One of their big stars is a former OOWF Jobber and another is a crazy communist. Anyway

Chad: (pointing at his face) Lucas, Moose, is that the worst you can do? I've had my nose broken before It hurts like a bear, so congratulations, you "Hurt" me. Zane's crutches are temporary. He'll be wrestling at 100% in Sturgis SouTH DAKOTA!! (cheap pop heard in the background)

Zane: (leaning in on his crutches) We'll be reclaiming our Championships soon. Very soon. Don't get used to them. Teams who take titles off of us generally don't last too long. Valor. Poe. Fear Us. All disband shortly after tangling with us.

One last thing. Rick. Clusterbombs & Rematches Do. Not. Mix.

(They hobble into the Mustang and Bridgette pulls out of the arena)

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(CTG is PROTESTING~!! as he's being patched up in the infirmary)

Medic: Sir, we're not done -

CTG: The attention is appreciated, citizen, but I need to return to the scene of the crime

Medic: you're bleeding

CTG: Tis a flesh wound

Medic: GEEK!

CTG: (stands) I'm afraid medical treatment will have to wait, I need to go back to that hallway and retreive some evidence

??: You mean this?

CTG: (Turns to the door, and almost hits himself in the head with the shovel in the outstretched hand of....)

Ref Hightower: I don't want to see this anywhere near the ring for a good long while

CTG: (takes it) My thanks, citizen Hightower. Until Tytan is brought to justice -

Hightower: He almost got it back from you

CTG: I was using it as a distraction. Perhaps I should have gone out there with CHAIR, but then the shovel would be left unguarded.

Hightower: you should just burn the shaft and bury the head

CTG: while that would dispell its evil completely, for now it is evidence. I cannot do so until proper authorities come to collect Tytan.

Hightower: I wouldn't hold my breath

CTG: Justice for Tytan - TRUE justice- is out of my hands. However, should I take the OOWF title away from him, he will have nothing to hide behind and should be prosecuted.

(Crete walks out of the infirmary with the shovel in hand. Hightower glances at the medic)

Hightower: He ain't all right up there (taps forehead).... but I guess his heart's in the right place.

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Deep in the heart of OOWF CATERING

D.H. Magnusson is PILING~! a large stack of Pizza Rolls on a plate.

DHM: No, seriously. Whiskeydick. That was the suggestion.

Dynamite Danny Taylor : ...

DHM: Yeah, that was my thinkin' exactly.

DDT nods.

DHM: An' now, Darling is off doin' god knows what, an' there's still this whole team thing that SOMEBODY gotta step up with. Why'n th' hell didn't I tell 'em to blow when they came at me?

DDT spins a finger around his temple, followed by slamming his fist into his open palm

DHM: Yeah yeah yeah...I know that, Danny. And I ain't forgettin'. No chance a'that. But I'm lookin' at it now, and Lexie's Lexie...Larson still doesn't have that killer edge, Folz still ain't showin' me he can pull it together, and Darling...Well....

DDT smacks his rear

DHM: Yeah, that's it exactly.

Davin Moreland enters from offscreen, carrying his own plate slowly being piled up up with Pizza Rolls.

DM: Some "team" your new buddy Alex put together. Good to see he's just as committed to this project as he's been to all the others.

DDT straightens, staring at Davin, who doesn't seem to notice, intent on the Pizza Rolls.

DM: I'm just saying. All that talk about how much you can't stand him, all that talk about for YEARS now about what a little....what was the phrase...piece of trash, I think - he was, and then you turn around and get surprised that he's all but abandoning your little venture? That's a little slow even for you. This is going to be the easiest bet I've ever won.

DHM: It ain't his team.

DM: Oh, let me guess - this is the part where you tell me about how teams are a group effort. About how everyone pulls together to make it better? Maybe that would hold a bit more weight with someone who doesn't your your boy Alex like I do. He's not on team. He decided he had a team.

DHM: Maybe I can ask Lexie about teams. Or Chad an' Zane. Darling might be an asshole, but I got reasons for bein' there. And they ain't belts. An' y'know, you're right. A team is a group effort. If Darlin' got his business t'handle, it just means th' rest of us pull t'gether tighter. We go t'work, and we get the job done.

Davin apparently doesn't hear this last, staring intently at a sign posted above the table

DM: Hey, barbecue chicken next week. Better get here early. The backstage guys get real damned greedy. Anyway, I'm sure whatever you just said was deep or motivational, and I'm sure I'd be impressed - but I better get these back and get my team together. Because that's what real team leaders do. They lead. See you next week, D.H., pretend I sent my best to my leftovers.

Moreland leaves, balancing two plates of pizza rolls and whistling, Danny turns to DH, furrowing his brow.

DHM: Yeah I know, Danny. Here, grab a plate an' we'll get back to th' Tarium. I think I need a drink.

DDT shakes his head, pushing the plate towards DHM before pulling a pair of oven mitts from under the catering table and smiling as picks up the warming trays.

DHM: An' that's why I like ya, Danny. Y'got a good head on your shoulders. Makes one a'us at least. C'mon, I'll buy ya a drink.

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Its a day after Mayhem. Tytan and Athena are training...well Tytan is at least.

Tytan: Well...well...well...it's seems that all of a sudden I have become Mr. Popularity, and now I have the the Amigos all wanting to be the one that puts out the big bad wolf. Well little pigs, you are all in for a rude awakening because you need to realize that I am not your enemy. I am not a murderer, where are the bodies. They are not bodies to bring me up on charges so there is no crime to charge me with. So Crete your little idea of Justice has gone out the window.

Besides, you have finally grown a pair. Are you going to let Alexander Darling steal them from you? He's trying to take your glory. I thought you are the "Hero" you are the one that is suppose to protect people? Who's going to be the one that protects the OOWF from Alexander Darling. He's the one that is out of control. I have stayed away because who knows what he is going to do. I am trying to do what I am paid for and that is win matches. You call me a Murderer but what I did was in the ring. Not these hanus attacks that he is doing.

Now, Stan Fulton. You have made it to the main Event are you ready to show how good you really are? I mean this is your chance to get a shot at Mr. Darling for not choosing you on his "Team". He chose your partner instead and basically broke up your chances at getting tag-team Gold. It was something that you worked so Hard for. But then again when does Alex Darling care about anything or anyone other then himself.

Alexander Darling is so consumed with feeding his rage and hatred his hasn't even bothered to look for his so called wife. Now, isn't that love for you. Darling you call yourself a husband, where is your wife? The woman you married, that you stole away from Chris Jericho who is a good man. You broke up a good relationship, got Firewoman drunk and then made her marry you instead. What kind of Hero are you? And now she is missing and since you have no real use for her....you haven't even gone looking for her. All you are concerned with is my blood on your hands. Wow, you are such a man. Such a leader....Mr. Darling you are nothing but a fraud.

And as for you Davin. You keep talking all you want, when the dust clears and I am done with these gnats. I will still be the champion and you, Foltz and hell Moose you want to come after me too fine. But you know if the show was on the other foot you would have done the same thing that I did because if you wouldn't then everything you are saying and doing would make you a fraud like Darling. And I know you wouldn't want to be compared to him.

Now, don't worry I will finish the job. My plans have only begun, the truth will set the three Amigos free. Be who you are not what the sheep want you to be....

I am Tytan and I am the truth and I am your destruction.


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<Moose is sitting in the back with his half of the OOWF World Tag Team title on his lap, he looks at the camera and smirks>

You know, Chad, Zane, when I called you a couple of Texas retards, I did it to irritate you, I had no idea how close to the truth I actually was.

You think a broken nose and an injured leg is all Stank and I could really do? Please, I KNOW you know better than that. That was never the point. Despite being functional morons, you two are wrestlers. Broken noses and tweaked muscles are part of the game. They hurt, they heal, you move on.

It was never about injuring you physically. All that heals, all that goes away. What it was always about were these <holding up the tag title>.

See, I know there is nothing I could do to you in that ring that would hurt more than taking this from you. THIS is how you two idiots measure yourself, like they mean anything <Moose tosses the title aside>. The fact is, you lost to someone you consider a far inferior team. What was it you said again? I am a shell of my former self? and Stank is not much better? And yet....here it is, after Mayhem, and the supposed measuring stick of the tag team division is without their precious tag team titles.

The fact is Chad, I do enjoy hurting you. I don't like you, and it makes me happy to see your nose smeared across your face. I take a great amount of joy in your suffering. I enjoy seeing you in physical pain. But you want to know what I enjoy even more than that? The fact that I took your titles. I don't care that I have them, I just care that you two DON'T have them.

So, this week, at MidWeek Mayhem, we face you two clowns and two other teams. The fact is, someone other than us may walk out of there with the titles, it really doesn't matter, Stank and I have proved we can win these titles whenever the hell we want. What matters this week, is that you two don't leave Mayhem with the titles. You can bet your ass Stank and I will make DAMN sure that doesn't happen.

Trust me

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*GFY is meeting in Davin Moreland's locker room. Davin is talking. He has binders*

DM: Good job this week, guys. Especially you Chris. That's how you work smart in a match. No hero shit, remember you're the champ, and do what you have to do to survive with the belt. Glad to see you're finally coming around on that.

CE: Thanks Davin. Ravenna's my friend. And I respect her. But like you and Shawn here have been saying. No one cares how good you were in a loss. No one. They just care that you lost.

OGMSJ: That's right. It's called "Championship Advantage" for a reason.

SDM: And speaking of Champions...J-P Sparxx has a chance this week against Sean Moore.

DM: Yup. 1-on-1 match, no serious bullshit attached. Only problem is, there's virtually NOTHING about this guy out there. I've got his matches here, and a couple of matches in other places, but that's about it. I've called everyone I can think of. Nothing. So I did up a binder for you, although I have no idea how much it will help.

JPS: *takes it* Shit, son. Don' trip on all that, yo, aight? J-P Speezy got dis. Right babygirl?

J: Das right, big daddy.

JPS: Aight so check it, don sweat it aight? Gotchu. Got dis. Sick o' losin' man, knowwhatimsayin?

DM: Yes. I do believe I know what you are saying. Deadly, you're in a tag match with that shitbum, scumbag loser. Try not to kill him. *hands over binder*

TD: I really wish you'd cut him a break. He's not that bad.

DM: HE STOLE 2007 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR FROM DAVIN MORELAND! FOR THAT, there IS NO BREAK! He shall ROT IN THE ETERNAL FIRE AND BRIMSTONE OF HELL!

TD: Grudge, much?

DM: Although you're up against Magnusson and Janetty, so it shouldn't be a huge challenge.

*Everyone cracks up over the Janetty remark*

DM: And as for me, I'm in the "Lazy Booking Curtain Jerk Special", with LD and Eric. It will be fun working with him again. I should send him a fruit basket.

SDM: Already did.

DM: You're the best, babe. Funny, this was a title match not too long ago. Now it's just a big waste of time. That's ok though, because really, in the scheme of things? It's not about me right now. It's about you guys. I've got no trouble stepping back if it put you guys forward, you know?

SDM: This is why you're a great champion and leader, Davin. You always see the big picture.

DM: Regardless...I think that's in. I'll drop in randomly on you guys like last week, just to see how things are going. My phone's always on, and you know where to find me. One thing though, and please, please listen to me on this. Stay OUT of the Tytan shit. It's not a "you're going to get hurt" thing, it's a "keep your eyes on the prize" thing. Getting dragged down in that is only going to hurt you. Remember when I said I'd do the dirty work? Let ME do the dirty work here. You guys go win. I'll take care of this other shit, ok?

*They all sort of grudgingly nod*

DM: Don't worry. He won't be the champ forever.

TD: Psh. How do YOU know?

DM: *smiles* Trust me.

CE: Ok, you do that TOO well.

DM: Ok. We're done. Get out.

*They all kind of laugh and Davin holds the door as they all pile out*

DM: That never gets less fun.

SDM: *a little worried* So, what ARE you going to do?

DM: About Tytan? Trust me.

SDM: Ok, that's not funny anymore.

DM: Listen, did you SEE Tytan's last promo? He can barely speak in complete sentences. He's completely on tilt. All the interested parties think THEY are the reason for it. I know differently. And he knows I know.

SDM: So?

DM: Sew Buttons?

SDM: Ugh. So what? What are you going to do?

DM: Bide my time, love. It's not time yet. They think it's time. But it's not time. However, the clock IS running. Tick Tock, Tytan. Tick Tock.

SDM: You're just trying to make him paranoid.

DM: Trying? He just cut a promo against like 14 different people from an undisclosed location. I don't think I have to do much to make him paranoid.

SDM: *studies him carefully, as usual* Ok. But you're not, like, launching attacks on him or anything, right?

DM: Does that sound like me?

SDM: ...

DM: Lately?

SDM: Ok, maybe not lately.

DM: There are others who will do my work for me, even if they think it's for their own agenda.

SDM: What others?

DM: Others. Maybe from someone you wouldn't expect.

SDM: Like who?

DM: I dunno....how about Stank?

SDM: Seriously?

DM: Sure. He gets sick of burying the tag division with Moose, gets tired of Tytan's shit, calls him on it and beats him into a coma. It could happen.

SDM: I thought you hated Stank?

DM: That's not the point. Hell, it could be Carl from Fresno for all I know. All Good Ol' Davin Moreland knows is that he's not jumping into anything with anyone unless there's a damn good reason that fits my agenda. I'm not running off anywhere half-cocked. So don't worry.

SDM: Ok. I won't worry. Don't give me a reason to worry.

DM: I won't, hun. Hey, are you feeling any better?

SDM: *smiles* Much. You were right. Overtired, overexerted. I'm much better now.

DM: Good. I was hoping so since you and Moony were plowing through those Pizza Rolls last night.

SDM: They're so GOOD!

SFJ420: *comes in from the other room* Always good. Always.

DM: Good times are ahead, kids. I promise.

*fade*

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There's a knock on the door at the Darling Luxury Suites. Alexis answers it and it's a large floral arrangement. She looks at it questioningly, but gives the delivery man a tip anyway, and closes the door. Lucky peaks out of what would have been Firewoman's room, sees no Alexander, and comes out.

L: I'll take those.

LD: They're addressed to everyone.

L: I Know...they're...condolences.

LD: Oh......have we gotten others?

L: I've been intercepting them.

LD: Why?

L: Well...your brother is not....he doesn't really want to deal with--

LD: Ah, right....

L: So, I've been paying the delivery drivers to take them to a nursing home we passed on the way here, and keeping the cards.

LD: Wow, that's...nice.

L: We've been getting cards, letters, telegrams. From fans, other wrestling promotions...I've just been keeping them in a file in case Alex ever wants to see them.

LD: Are you okay, Lucky? I know how close you were.

L: I'll be fine. I have a lot of stuff to do, but some of it is on hold until... well, since there's no body right--

Alexander Darling picks that moment to come in, and when he hears 'no body' he goes ballistic.

AD: Shut the fuck up, Lucky.

L: Sorry....I meant....

AD: I know what you meant, and if you say it again, I'll practice my revenge on Tytan with you...what are those?

LD: Um...someone sent flowers....to...uh...me!

AD: Uh huh....

Alexander crosses the floor quickly before Alexis can grab the card, and takes it from her. He opens it, reads it...and begins to laugh. He hands it off to Alexis and takes the vase from her.

LD: Seriously?

L: What?

LD: "My condolences. Chris Jericho."

L: Seriously?

LD: That's what I said.

Their conversation is interrupted by Alexander throwing the very large vase of flowers against the wall. The vase shatters, spraying water everywhere, and the flowers and greenery scatter. Alexander stops laughing and becomes serious again. He turns and glares at Lucky.

AD: Clean it up.

Alexander storms into his room and slams the door. Lucky starts to pick up flowers and Alexis waits a second, looking worriedly at her brother's door, and then starts to help Lucky.

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There's a knock on the Flyin' Hawai'ians' dressing room. Kai opens the door and sees the pizza delivery man.

K: Ahaha! Yeah! Pizza's here!

Kai takes the pizza and tosses the money at the pizza guy. (Shame Firewoman's not here to tip the poor boy). Before he can close the door, a SFJ (let's call her Melinda) sneaks in.

SFJM: You guys got a moment for a few words.

N: Talk while ya eat boys.

Noelani opens the box and all three of them take a slice. Aina offers his to Melinda who declines.

SFJM: No pineapple?

N: Stereotype much?

SFJM: Sorry. On Wednesday, you finally have the title shot you've been desperate for...

N: Hold up. We're not desperate. We simply want what we deserve. And this week, we sort of get it. I'd like it to be one on one, but we'll take what we can get.

A: We only need one shot.

K: Bang bang.

N: Easy Cactus Kai.

SFJM: You've had some memorable matches with Drink & Destroy the last few weeks, who are one of the teams...

A: They're tough Brah's. We have a lot of respect for them. And I believe they do us as well. It'll be every team for themselves, but it'll be nice to know that you can trust at least one of the other teams.

K: Not like Ket.

N: Don't get into this Ket business.

SFJM: You do have a history with Moosehead Jack.

K: He rung my bell.

A: Noelani's right. The past is the past. He's made his feelings towards us very clear. He will get no break from us.

SFJM: And Texpress?

N: They like to run their mouths about how they're the best team in the world. They haven't faced this team. Now they'll see who the REAL so-called measuring sticks are.

K: Our sticks are bigger too.

N: Ew, don't go there.

A: Anything else Wahine?

SFJM: I hope wahine isn't an insult.

The three of them just stare at her.

SFJM: I guess I'm done.

Noelani waves towards the door as she takes a bite of her pizza. Melinda walks out the door.

K: Call me!

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**L.D. Williams knocks on a door, and the camera pans to show that it is the Darling Luxury Suites. Alexis answers.**

LDW: “I need to talk to Alex.”

LD: “Not a good time.”

**Alex appears at the door behind his sister.**

AD: “Let him in Lexie.”

**Alexis back up and L.D. enters. He stares at Alex for a moment, composing his thoughts.**

LDW: “This thing with Tytan…”

AD: “I don't need your fu-”

LDW: “I’ve got your back.”

AD: “What?”

LDW: “As Fire’s husband, you’ve got first rights to go after Tytan. You may not need it or want it, but I’m offering my help.”

AD: “Until Moose says otherwise.”

**A look of anger crosses Williams face, but he takes a deep breath and it fades before he speaks.**

LDW: “If Moose sides with Tytan after this, then he’s beyond even me. Despite your douchebag act, Alex, you understand honour, and you know me, so I want you to listen carefully - I give you my word,if you want my help I will back you in this. If that puts me against Tytan, Davin, Stank, Moosehead Jack, or the devil himself, so be it.”

**Alex looks surprised and starts to comment, but stops himself , so Alexis speaks.**

LD: “Why?”

LDW: “When Ecosystem started the OOWF, he signed out the best of the best - the most talented, most charismatic, most successful people not signed to a major company…and a no-personality Canadian who’d never set foot in a ring before. Seems a little strange, doesn’t it? I was never supposed to be a champion. I wasn’t supposed to win a match. I was only in the ring to fill out the card - that’s why I drew Underdawg that first night. Eco knew the personalities he was bringing in, and he needed someone willing and able to bring down someone like Moose if he went off the deep end. Eco hired me for what I can do outside the ring, not in it.

But things didn’t go quite as planned. I turned out to be pretty good at the wrestling thing, Moose stayed sane, and Eco ran off to join the circus. Before I knew it, Moose was my closest ally, and I was carrying gold. I took to wrestling because it wasn’t life and death. It was violent and dangerous, sure, but I didn’t have to deal with mortal stakes anymore. It was a nice change.

And then Eco came back and decided to be a martyr, and turned this company into everything he was afraid of - Everything he hired me to prevent. People are signing living wills as match preparation - what the hell is that? The world champion is a homicidal maniac. I don’t even recognize my best friend anymore because he’s decided to let all his demons out to play.

This isn’t the world I want to live in, Alex. Either I walk away or I fight to take back the company I worked so hard to help build. I’ve thought a lot about walking away in the last week, but I’m not ready to give up yet.”

**Before either Darling can muster a response, Williams turns to the door. He opens it and looks back.**

You know where to find me if you want my help - Your choice. But I’ll promise you this - no one else is going to die in that ring while I‘m here.”

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[BookerShark]

Danny Taylor and DH Magnusson are seen walking into the Destroyatorium carrying plates from catering. Outback Jack is sitting at the bar and looks from one person to the other before calmly sipping on his beer.

OBJ: So new training technique Mags?

DH: Hey, you train him your way, I'll train him mine.

All three laugh at this. DH and Danny place the food down as OBJ pours a round of drinks. DVD walks into the room and joins the group at the bar.

DVD: Roster for this week is out.

OBJ: Who do we have?

DVD: Well, Mags is teaming with Lexie against team no promo. And P.S. you guys need a name.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for Team Pizza Roll.

Both DDT and DH chuckle at that.

DVD: Anyways, Jack and Danny get a tag team title shot.

Danny looks confused at this and makes the motion of bull horns.

DVD: Ohh, the Texans are involved, it's a fourway, MooseStank, the Texans, you guys, and (deep sigh) the Hawaiians.

DH, Jack and Danny all look at each other with smirks.

OBJ: Sure your gonna be able to keep your mind on the match mate.

DVD: What, yeah, I'm totally focused, we got this, tag belts in the bag.

Danny raises his eyebrow at this and both Mags and Jack chuckle slightly.

DH: Maybe you should just keep your distance from that pretty little Hawaiian girl they got with them yeh.

DVD (blushing) :Not an issue guys, I swear. Besides, I figured you would be more concerned with Moose and Stank as champs.

Jack and DH both break into a fit of laughter at this, and both DVD and DDT look at them in confusion. The laughter dies down and DH struggles to catch his breath.

OBJ: That is not a problem, Individually both of them are talented, but in this case they've bitten off more than they can chew.

DVD: How so.

OBJ: Moose said they can take the titles at anytime, but they don't care about them. That right there pretty much left Stank up shit creek without a paddle.

Danny motions for Jack to continue.

OBJ: Anyone can win a title, holding on to one is what really takes skill. Stank is one of the best in this company, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. But Moose, for all his violence, his mind is elsewhere. Beating them won't be easy, but it's plain to see that his mind isn't 100 percent focused on being tag champs. Without that, it's not a matter of if, but rather when he will lose the titles.

DH: Yeah, the Texans live and breath tag gold, even injured they are the biggest threat, and as you've seen the last couple of weeks, those Hawaiian boys are no joke. Don't overlook Moose and Stank, but don't focus on them either. Danny you and Jack can be great as a team, the key is to not worry about what other teams are doing, but focus on what your team can do.

Danny nods his head absorbing the advice of his teammates.

OBJ: (raises his glass) : So tonight we drink, and at Mayhem....

DH: (raises his glass) : You Destroy.

DVD: (raises his glass) : Sounds like a plan.

DDT raises his glass and mouths the word "Boom". The four down there drinks as the camera

Fades

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling is trying to relax with a Rolling Rock while watching the football game with his laptop open on his lap. He seems to be looking off into space when a bloop from his computer screen catches his attention. There's a request for a video chat from "MoonGoddess82".

AD: Who the hell...

Darling debates saying no, but clicks on OK.



AD: Oh hell...

Sa-T: Hello Boy!

AD: I'm closing this now.

Sa-T: C'mon Alex, don't be so pissy.

Selena laughs.

AD: Pissy isn't a swear word.

Sa-T: Whatever. How is it in BFSD?

AD: BFSD?

Sa-T: You know. Bum...South Dakota. Don't make me say it.

AD: I kinda wanna hear you say it.

Sa-T: Ya know, I try to be nice and see how you're doin...

AD: You care?

Sa-T: Uh, can't find your wife? Don't know if she's alive or dead? That's kinda messed up.

AD: Tell me about it.

Sa-T: So how are you?

AD: How do you think?

Selena frowns.

Sa-T: How are you not killing Meathead?

AD: I'm not resorting to his level. I'm gonna outsmart him.

Sa-T: You can do that? *huge grin*

AD: Your dumb pet seal could.

Sa-T: HUMPHREY IS NOT DUMB!!

Humphrey barks in the background.

AD: You and Poe the [redacted] enjoying retirement?

Sa-T: Hawai'i is awesome!

AD: I know. How is ol' Omar? All healed up?

Sa-T: He sure is. And ya know what? He'd be on your side in this whole mess. If you asked.

AD: I doubt Poe would come out of retirement to help ME.

Sa-T: You're standing up for your wife. That means a lot to him. You're proving you actually have some honor in that tiny little heart of yours.

Selena looks off in the distance.

Sa-T: It grew three times that day...

AD: You're not helping your image by goin' all Seuss on me.

Sa-T: Hey, it's a classic. I prefer Horton Hears a Who, but whatever.

Some awkward silence passes.

AD: Thank you.

Selena grins.

Sa-T: Never thought you'd say that to ME, huh?

AD: Not in a million years.

Sa-T: Omar's made a few calls about Firewoman's whereabouts.

AD: Thank him for me. It means a lot actually.

Sa-T: Don't think that changes things though. He still hates you, like a lot.

AD: I'd never assume otherwise.

Sa-T: Good luck. Alexander.

AD: Have fun Selena.

Selena and Alex click off the video chat at the same time. Alex sits back and sighs. He looks out the window and takes a drink of his beer (as much as Rolling Rock counts as beer)

[BookerShark]

Sean Naomh Moore makes his way to GMtheRick's office and knocks.


GMtR: :sighs: Ugh, come in?

SNM: Good morning, boss. Have you a minute?

GMtR: Oh, it's you - sure.

SNM: I wanted to talk to you about something.


SoCalChristy then enters the office.


GMtR: Don't you knock? Oh, it's you - come right on in.

SCC: I got your text, that I needed to interview Sean - and here he is. Do want me to do it now?

GMtR: Sure - why not? Where's your microphone?


A microphone is lowered from the ceiling as the camera operator focuses in on Christy and Moore. theRick leans back in his chair and takes a swig from his flask. Christy and Moore look at the mic, surprised by its entrance, and shrug. Christy takes the microphone and looks at the camera.


SCC: This is SoCalChristy, here with OOWF Onslaught Champion Sean Naomh Moore...

...

...Moore.


GMtR can be heard muttering to himself and starts chugging whiskey from his flask.


GMtR: Great - now we're going to get sued for gimmick infringement.

SCC: Sean, this upcoming Midweek Mayhem, you face off once more against J-P Sparxx. Now that he's part of Davin Moreland's GFY group, he seems more focused than in the past. Any thoughts on your matchup?

SNM: Well, Christy, it's like this... I've faced him one-on-one before, and beat him. Then we had a four-way, and I won that one, too. But, yes - Sparxx has improved since then. But I'd like to think I have too - and if I can beat a great wrestler such as LD Williams - I'm confident I can beat anyone here in an Onslaught Rules match.

SCC: Do you have any concerns about the other members of GFY?

SNM: Well, there's that. Not only will Sparxx have his little minx Jewel in his corner, but he could very well have some backup, should he need it and the ref gets distracted. Honestly, I think they'll let the pieces fall where they may, but it'll still be in the back of mind that they could interfere.

SCC: And if they do interfere and cost you your title?

SNM: Well, then they'll have one pissed off Bródúil on their hands.

SCC: Finally, I'd like to get your thoughts on the goings-on as of late involving what has happened recently with Firewoman and Tytan.

SNM: If I may, Christy... :Moore takes the microphone and looks directly into the camera: There is no place in this business for killers. Hurting people is part of the territory and getting hurt is one of the risks we all take. But killing? That's over the line. I know Tytan's said that, because they can't find the bodies, he's not a murderer. Well, the attempt was there - and that's bad enough, in my eyes. As of now, there are enough people in the back looking to take Tytan out for his actions. Me? I have no personal stake in the matter. But, should our paths cross, you can bet that I'll put my own personal stamp on Tytan's arse.

SCC: What about Moose? We've seen him attempt to kill - Chris Evans, most recently. Any thoughts about him?

SNM: :shrugs: I'm not sure Moose has really tried to kill anyone. At least since I've been here. It seems like he's had opportunity, but never followed through. He had a scalpel to Evans' throat. If he really wanted to kill him he wouldn't have made a cut - he would have jammed it into Evans' jugular. I'm not sure if he's really crazy - or if he wants everyone to think he is. Now if you don't mind - I'm going to the Destroyatarium for a drink.


Moore turns and walks out of the office. theRick looks somewhat confused, but merely shakes his head and frowns, as he realizes his flask is empty.


GMtR: I thought he wanted to talk to me... Whatever - one less problem I have to deal with.

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling is SITTING~! in the dark, and WATCHING~! video of wrestling matches....it turns out though, he's not preparing for his next fight, though. He's watching video of Firewoman matches, and drinking her whiskey, judging from the bottle of Jameson's resting next to him in the recliner, playing with the ring on his left hand. He sighs, and looks down at his phone, and presses 'redial.' A familiar voice comes through the receiver.

FWVoice: Yo, kinda busy. Leave a message.

Alexander looks at the screen again, then back down to the phone, and hits redial. It's clear he's been doing this for a while. After the next "Yo, kinda busy" his eyes close and he appears to be falling asleep.

Except he awakens in his bed, rubs his eyes, and closes them again, and rolls over, throwing an arm to the other side of the bed. He opens his eyes again, when his arm hits the bed, and he looks around, as if he's looking for someone. It takes him a minute, but then he remembers, and gets angry and sad all over again. He rolls back over to his side of the bed, but then jumps awake, as Firewoman is sitting on the side of the bed.

FW: Hey. What's new?

AD: Seriously? what are you......are you okay?

FW: Yeah, pretty much.

AD: Where have you been....

FW: Not sure really. Someplace misty.

AD: Misty?

FW: Yeah, not what I expected...although I wouldn't have been too surprised if there were brimstone.

AD: You're not making any sense...

FW: Alex....I only have a few minutes....this is really hard, for many reasons.

AD: What is? A few minutes?

FW: Appearing like this takes a lot of effort.

AD: Huh?

FW: Who are you?

AD: How do you not know--

FW: I'm proving a point. What's your name.

AD: Fine. Alexander Darling.

FW: Wrong..... you're Alexander FUCKING Darling.

AD: Huh?

FW: Your bio at oowfwrestling.com says you're vicious in a blood feud. You know what vicious means?

AD: Lis....

FW: "Vicious" means "dangerously aggressive, marked by violence, malicious, spiteful." Among other things.

AD: Wow....nicely done.

FW: Comes with the halo. What it means is that you're a genius at manipulation, Alex. Tytan can smash people up. Believe me, I know. But that's it. He's nowhere near as smart as he thinks he is. And he's definitely not in your league. So that's how you'll get him.

AD: I don't....

FW: "Little Alex" would try to outmuscle him. He'd go toe to toe with him and try to meet him punch for punch, strike for strike. But he'd fail. Tytan is bigger than you, stronger than you--

AD: Gee thanks.

FW: He's also dumber than you.

AD: I don't get it.

FW: *sighing* It's so clear from up here. Okay fine. How did you defeat Poe in
Japan?

AD: By outwrestling him?

FW: And..........?

AD: I got in his head.

FW: Exactly....

AD: So you're saying I should do that here?

FW: Alexander Fucking Darling would. It's what he does.

AD: Get into Tytan's head...

FW: Shouldn't be too hard...it's WIDE OPEN in there.

AD: Yeah, but how? What does he--

FW: Think, Alex. How did you get into Poe's head?

AD: Syd......

Fire frowns a little at the mention of the name, but then composes herself.

FW: That's all you need to know...

Alex thinks for a minute then it seems he gets it.

AD: Lis, I can't...right now......it's too soon for--

FW: Oh for crying out loud. Do you want to get Tytan or not?

AD: *yawning* Yes, but--

FW: I'm not saying to do the exact same thing...I'm saying that's the key. What you do with that is up to you.

AD: Are you sure?

FW: Dude, I'm Lisa Fucking Darling....of course I'm sure.

AD: Yeah...that was a surprise.

FW: Well, I knew that......

AD: You knew this would happen, and you didn't tell me? Why the fuck would you not...let me come to the ring, so I could--

FW: What was the last thing I said to you?

AD: I ...

FW: I said to stay focused on Davin, and having your team beat his. You haven't been doing that.

AD: It's just been ... it's harder without you here than I thought.

FW: I gotta go.

AD: No, wait.. just....tell me where you are!

FW: I told you...I'm not sure......

AD: But--

FW: Besides, if you really wanted to know, ask my power of attorney. I'm outta here...

AD: Wait, why?

FW: That's how it works, Alex. I can't....I wish I could....but I can't stay....goodbye, Alex.

AD: Wait....Fire??? Lis?? LISA!

On the last word, Alex wakes himself up with a jolt, finding himself sitting in the chair, with the video still rolling. It takes him a minute to process where he is, and what has happened. He looks at his cell phone, sees the last number dialed, and then throws it across the room, where it shatters onto the floor. He turns off the television, and gets up, and goes for a walk.

[BookerShark]

COLD OPEN on The Crusher Stan Fulton who is ~~ OMG!!! WALKING!!! ~~ down the Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters™. He leads the camera to a locker room door labeled “Ravenna Blue” and knocks on said door.

RB: (from behind the door) “Come in.”

Fulton opens the door and enters the room.

SF: “Hi, Rav.”

RB: “Hey, Stan. What’s up?”

SF: “About the other day; when you said you’ve got my back.”

RB: “I remember. And I do.”

SF: “How’d you like to make it a more permanent type of help?”

RB: “Depends what you have in mind, I guess.”

SF: “Well since my tag team partner is off with Unforgiven… and you and I have pretty close to the same goals around here, I thought you and I could work as tag team partners.”

RB: “Well… I don’t know…”

SF: “I don’t need an answer right now, Rav. Take some time and thin k about it. As you said, we’ve got each other’s back in this. And I have a match on Wednesday against Tytan. I know Alex and Crete are theoretically my opponents, but other than Tytan playing dead on the outside, Alex, Crete and I will be taking Tytan down before anything else. “

RB: “Good luck.”

SF: “Thanks. You’re welcome in my corner, too. Well, I should be going. Have a good weekend, Ravenna.”

RB: “You too, Stan.”

Fulton leaves the room, closing the door behind him and continues out into the Hallway, running into the aforementioned Alexander Darling.

SF: “Alex.”

AD: “Stay out of my way, Wednesday night, tubby. Tytan is mine.”

SF: “Of course, Alex. I’d never get in between you and your revenge on that scumbag. Just know this. If you want the help, I’m there. If not, I’ll wait until you’ve put him away, then we can have a nice three-way match for the title.”

AD: “Frankly I’m stunned you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d be annoyed I didn’t pick you for Unforgiven.”

SF: “I am disappointed. I believe Matt and I could have brought Unforgiven tag team gold. But you have three kick-ass guys on your team. All were here before me, as well. So, no, I’m not annoyed with you. You’re the Man around here. Who am I to judge?”

AD: “Brown-nosing?”

SF: “Not at all. Just being honest with myself. Which is what Eco taught me. And honestly, I want Tytan put away, but I don’t feel I have to be the one to do it. If you or Crete or Moose or Sean Moore want to, fine with me. But I want the World title. I will not step aside for that.”

AD: “Fair enough. See you in the ring Wednesday night.”

Fulton and Alex shake hands and head their separate way. Fulton head to his locker room and finds the door open. Being the cautious sort, he kicks the door the rest of the way open without stepping inside.

Voice: “Paranoid much?”

SF: “Hi Matt.”

MF: “Expecting someone else?”

SF: “Can never be too careful around here. I just ran into your boss, Alex.”

MF: “He’s not my boss. He’s my… guide.”

SF: “Oooo… all spiritually now.”

MF: “Stick a cork in it, dumbass.”

SF: “Whatever. So what brings you by? Slumming now?”

MF: “So we’re not partners now?”

SF: “Guess that all depends on you, friend. I understand that you’ll have obligations with Unforgiven and that may take precedence. But I’m not prepared to be a second fiddle. If our tag team is your foremost plan, cool. Let’s go after Moose and Stank. If not, we part ways as friends and no hard feelings and make our own way.”

MF: “We’re not friends. You’re a fuckin’ Vikings fan and like Benedict Redneck.”

SF: “Cheese-fucker.”

Fulton and Folz shake hands, smiling.

MF: “I don’t know what will happen, Stan. At least not until you promo for me.”

Fulton quickly turns, slams the door and a resounding THUD is heard from the hallway. Fulton opens the door and Kayfabe is laid out on the floor outside the door with what looks like a broken nose.

SF: “Gotta be quick around here. Let’s see what Wednesday brings. You finish your curtain jerking match and I’ll walk out World Champion. What do you think?”

MF: “I think you’re a bigger retard than ever, but good luck anyway.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

Davin Moreland is WORKING OUT~! Well, not really. More like he's sitting on the weight bench, a barbell full of plates on the rack. But he seems to be .... THINKING~! No, not even that. Just...thinking.

DM: Okay...snap out of it....neither of them would want this.

Davin lays back on the bench and puts his hands on the bar above him. He closes his eyes.

Voice: Want a spot?

DM: *without opening his eyes* Like you could lift this.

Voice: I could get a few of the plates off eventually. Just don't drop it on your throat.

Davin opens his eyes and sits up, turning to look at Firewoman standing behind him.

DM: So, you taking Eco's place now?

FW: Naw, this is it. Just tying up some loose ends.

DM: *sigh* You know, we wouldn't be here if you'd just listen once in a while, you know. I tried to ... I mean--

FW: It's okay, Davin. What happened, had to happen. I don't even remember it. And I'm in a much better place now.

DM: Really?

FW: Naw, I've just always wanted to say that.

DM: Heh.

FW: It's not a much WORSE place. And there's no....it's like everything that happened to me in my life...it just doesn't matter.

DM: So, what loose ends do we have?

FW: Huh? Oh...nothing...I mean look after Moose and Alex for me.

DM: What? Who died and made ME patriarch of this dysfunctional group?

FW: Uh...me?

DM: That's not funny, Fire.

FW: No?

DM: No. So is that it?

FW: One more thing......congratulations.

DM: For what?

FW: Uh-uh. Spoilers. You'll know it when it happens. Just....remember my name.

DM: Huh?

FW: C'mon, let's do a set. For old time's sake.

DM: Whatever....

Davin lays back again on the bench, closes his eyes.

DM: Can ghosts lift things? Because if you're all ectoplasm, won't the bar just slip through....

He opens his eyes to see that he's alone in the weight room, and Fire is gone.

[BookerShark]

<Moose and Stank are sitting in the locker room talking about their upcoming four way match when Moose grabs a bag of chips from his bag and tries to open them. They resist and Moose bellows with rage, throws them down on the ground and beats them into nothingness with Happy DethBat while Stank looks on>

Stank: Something troubling you?

MHJ: NO, nothing, its fine

S: You just beat a bag of chips into powder, what the fuck is going on

MHJ: ALEXANDER GODDAMN DARLING? He offers his help to ALEXANDER GODDAMN DARLING? FIRST this shit with Fire goes down, then he offers his help to ALEXANDER GODDAMN DARLING <as Moose says this he grabs HDB and destroys a large part of the locker room>

S: Feel better?

<Moose just glares at Stank>

S: Look Moose, you can deal with this one of two ways. You can let it go, or you can add LD to the list of people you are going to war against, a list, I might add, that seems to be growing daily

<Moose spins around in a rage and glares at Stank>

MHJ: You don’t GET it Stank! They killed Fire. They killed Eco. They will kill LD too

S: You said They would kill Evans too

MHJ: They will, but I don’t give a fuck about Evans

S: Moose, you are coming dangerously close to caring here

MHJ: Fuck you Stank. There are few people I have allowed myself to get close to. Eco was one, obviously Fire was one, and LD. You want to know why I hate? You want to know why I want Them to all suffer? You want to know why I take out my rage on the ones They like like Chad? This, THIS is fucking why

<Moose destroys the other half of the locker room, then collapses in a chair and stares at the floor for a minute, then slowly looks up at Stank>

MHJ: I think I am losing my mind. Stank, for years, I was able to ignore Him……..but all along…….he has been right. Before, yeah, I enjoyed hurting people, I enjoy the blood and the pain, but now………it’s different. Now………I want to do it because I want to hurt them all, I think I might actually kill someone. I am losing my mind………..and I am ok with that

<Moose grabs HDB and storms out of the locker room, laughing like a madman, before Stank can say a word

[BookerShark]

A ninjacam fades into Chris Evans’ locker room.

Evans: Damn, what the hell is up with me? Blindly swinging and clocking a ref? I know I’m better than this. I just gotta clear my head and not go off like that.

Voice: You really have really matured, Cubby.

Evans turns around to see who said that, and sees Firewoman’s spirit.

Evans: Wha… Fire…is that…nah, I’ve gotta be seeing things. Man, I really gotta take it easy on the Guinness.

F: Wrong on both counts, Evans. First: there’s no such thing as too much Guinness. And second: yes, this is really happening.

E: Wait, where are you right now?

Evans sees the halo above Fire’s head.

E: Huh, I guess they’ll let just about anyone into Heaven, huh?

F: Har har.

E: So where are you gonna go.

F: I don’t know. The truth is…I don’t really know where I am right now, or what’s gonna happen to me.

E: So why did you come back?

F: Just taking care of some unfinished business.

E: Like what?

F: You know, I never thought I’d admit this, but when you turned your back on and The Five..I felt…ah, what’s the word?

E: Pissed off? Bitter?

F: Proud.

E: Come again?

F: Well okay, not at first. At first I really didn’t care about it. But then after a while, I saw you change. You were able to come from out of my shadow and proved yourself worthy. And while you lacked that killer instinct, you proved against Larson that you have what it takes, and that’s what will help you prove yourself against my brother.

E: Why are you just telling me this now?

F: You had to learn it for yourself, Evans. You know as well as I do that you can’t get through this business relying on others. Besides, there’s nothing else that you need to learn.

The sky’s the limit for you. You’ve got a good woman in Shawn, and now you’re the Intercontinental Champion. You’ve done well, Chris.

E: Fire…I…

Evans looks down at the ground, nearly overcome with emotion.

F: One more thing.

E: What’s that?

F: Alexander is really shaken up by my death. He refuses to let me go. So...just watch over him for me. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, like trying to go head-on against Tytan.

E: Okay, I’ll try to do that.

F: Wrong again, Cubby.

E: Huh?

F: There is no try.

E: Heh, you’re right. Okay, you’ve got my word.

F: Well, it’s about time for me to shuffle off this mortal coil. I doubt I’ll be able to do this again. See ya, Cubby. And remember: true champions don’t cry.

E: Wait, Fire, one more thing…

Evans looks up, and sees nothing.

E: Fire, where are you? …Was that real?

Evans spots something on the ground.

E: What the hell is this? No way…

Evans picks up the object that he found on the ground. A Zippo lighter.

E: *sigh* Lisa...

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman appears in the Hallway of Random Violence, right turn off the Hallway of Random Encounters. She looks kind of up and around and yells at ... well, no one.

FW: Really? Can't I just be done?.........Fine...whatever....this should go well.

She waits and finally Moosehead Jack comes around the corner with Happy Deth Bat.

FW: Heya, bro, let's get some coffee....

Moose pauses, eyes widen for a split second, then a maniacal grin crosses his face. He swings Happy Deth Bat at Fire's midsection, and it goes right through her.

FW: Whoa! Neat!

MHJ: You're not dead.

FW: Do that again, that was AMAZING!

MHJ: You're not dead, you're off pouting about something or 'nother, waiting to make a grand entrance again.

FW: Right...that's why you just got ectoplasm all over Happy Deth Bat.

Moose quickly looks down and checks on Happy Deth Bat.

FW: Ha! Made you look!

MHJ: That was funny when you were six.

FW: It's hilarious now....ah, the classics....

MHJ: So did you just show up to spout death cliches at me too?

FW: Naw, getting bored with them.....

MHJ: Then what do you want.

Fire gets serious for a minute.

FW: Do you know how much you hurt me?

MHJ: It went right through you!

FW: Not that......your him or me attitude? Us v. Them? If I'm not with you I'm against you?

MHJ: Quinn family values, Fire, you know that.

FW: Bullshit. We have one that's stronger. Family first. You should remember that, even though it's too late.

MHJ: I'm not going to be lectured by the ghost of my traitor sister.

Fire's eyes burn, somewhat literally, with rage.

MHJ: Ooo, neat trick. what's next, gonna summon the winds to destroy the room? Throw me magically into the wall? Launch a fireball at me?

He begins laughing again.

FW: No, John....I'm not going to do that. What I am going to do is tell you this. I know who He is.

MHJ: What? *this stops Moose's maniacal laughter*

FW: Amazing what perspective this all gives you. The things I know, the things I see. I know who He is. And I know He's a liar. I know He is not who you think He is, and I know He's doing nothing for you. He may have helped you survive before, but it wasn't without a price. But it's not a price that you have to pay, John. You have a choice.

MHJ: You think I don't know that? Maybe I've made my choice.

FW: I don't think you have...remember, I can see stuff you can't possibly even guess at. But whatever, the choice is still yours....not His.

MHJ: Fine. We done?

Fire looks sad again.

FW: I suppose we are.....Goodbye Moose....I'm sorry......

Moose sets up where he had fallen asleep on a stack of pallets, cradling Happy Deth Bat. He thinks a minute and then chuckles to himself.

MHJ: Nice try, Fire. But you're not dead.

He hops off the pallets and then goes to continue his random acts of destruction.

[BookerShark]

*Stank knocks on a door and without waiting for an answer he enters LD Williams locker room. LD looks up from where he sits then resumes tying his shoe.*

LDW - I was just on my way out Lucas.

Stank - I'll go with you.

LDW - Uh... No offense, I kind of wanted to be alone.

Stank - Oh... well I just wanted to clear the air.

LDW - Clear the air?

Stank - Yeah Moose and I saw your promo earlier... and concerning Tytan... you don't have to worry about being at odds, at least with ME, on that front. Fire was my friend. I want to kill Tytan as much as anyone else who knew and loved Lisa.

LDW - Okay.

Stank - I followed Tytan last week to his locker room. My plan was to rush in there and beat the man two inches past his life. I was going to do it too.

LDW - So why didn't you?

Stank - Moose.

LDW - What?

Stank - I caught a glimpse of Moose wandering the Hall. He didn't see me, but I was wondering what Moose was doing, so I followed him to Texpress's Locker room. I don't know what he had planned, but I knew if he went in there it would jeopardize us taking the Tag-Team Titles from them that night. I caught up to Moose and convinced him we needed to bide our time until later, which as you can see, paid off.

LDW - Congratulations by the way.

Stank - Thanks... I feel responsible for Moose's behavior.

LDW - What?

Stank - A while back I... pushed Moose in this direction. I had no idea he would go as far he has. It was... fun at first. Now... I don't know... let me be clear. I could give a rat's ass about the victims. It's Moose that I'm concerned about. He's losing himself and I don't know if I can be associated with whatever emerges fully from his psyche. Whoever is talking to him has Moose tightly coiled around his finger. Your siding with Alex doesn't help matters.

LDW - I never said I sided with Alex. I said I had his back.

Stank - Why? Why do you have Alex's back?

LDW - Are you kidding me? YOU saw what Tytan did to Fire!

Stank - I sure as fuck did, but you don't need to have Alex's back to be against Tytan!

LDW - Look! Unlike you and Moose... I respect Alex, OKAY? He's a hell of a talent and he's honorable.

*Stank can not contain his shock he picks up a nearby chair and HURLS it in LD's direction. LD DUCKS just in time to avoid getting hit by the missle. The chair smacks hard on the wall behind LD!*

LDW - WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?

Stank - HONORABLE?? FUCKING HONORABLE?? I don't fucking understand this! First FIRE and now you! I don't get this shit! Was it HONORABLE for Alex to KIDNAP and CARVE up not ONLY your BEST FRIEND but his SISTER as well?

LDW - He's ADMITTED and APOLOGIZED for that!

Stank - But he doesn't own it! He doesn't OWN his mistakes! He acts like they were commited by someone else as if he's apologizing for his dog tearing up the furniture in your house! But WORSE than that... WORSE... he EXPECTS forgiveness like it's a birthright! I don't expect ANYONE to forgive me for what I've done! If they want to give it to me that's fine, but I DAMN sure ain't going to go around trying to TAKE it! That's why it's called forGIVEness and not forTAKEness!

LDW - Lucas it's not-

Stank - (interupting) Hey! I was RIGHT there with you LD! I was! From the very first moment Alex stepped foot in the OOWF I realized his potential. I was World Champ at the time, and other than YOU, he I felt was the biggest threat to taking my World title. All the backstage bullshit...? It didn't matter I knew he was a hell of a talent as you put it. I knew.

LDW -

Stank - I was the FIRST motherfucker here to reach out to him. You might want to question my reason, and that's fair, but what you can't question is I respected the hell out of Alex. To me he was everything you think he is now... and he proved me wrong the moment he betrayed me. Honor, my ass!

LDW - Lucas I've betrayed you.

Stank - Yeah... you have... but the difference between you and Alex is that you never expected me to forgive you for it. You don't even apologize for it. You own that shit. You know what you did and I have forgiven you. I went to war with Drink & Destroy. My own fucking stable. I betrayed their trust, Moose and I ended Spin Hansen's career, I don't expect forgiveness. Do I regret it? Some of it? But it's my cross to bear and I bear it willingly. Alex..? He ain't there.

LDW - Lucas... Alex is married to Fire. His wife might be dead. Don't you think he's been through eno-

Stank - FUCK ALEX! I blame him almost as much as Tytan for what happened to Fire! I don't know WHY Fire hooked up with Alex after EVERYTHING that man did to her and her brother! I don't know why! It kills me to say it, but it made her WEAK! She lost her title AND now... she might be dead! And it's driven Moose further into a battle with madness which costs him a piece of himself every day. Moose is your friend. Alex is a shit. Why would you have that man's back?

LDW - ...Fire was also my friend... and somehow... I think it is what she would have wanted.

Stank - ...

LDW - ...

*Stank looks off to the side then back at LD Williams.*

Stank - It's hard... choosing between the two... I... I understand. The decision is easier for me because if I side with Lisa's wishes that means I side with Alex. Despite how I feel about Lisa I can't do that... and you are a man of principle... you stand by your word. You've reached out to Alex and I hope it doesn't end up biting you on the ass. Anyway... I don't want this to... I just want you to know that... you and I are cool... sorry about the chair.

*Stank turns to leave.*

LDW - Hey.

*Stank turns back.*

LDW - I was just heading out for a beer. You wanna come with?

Stank - I thought you wanted to be alone.

LDW - Yeah well... I've changed my mind.

*Stank and LD walk out the locker room as the camera fades.* [

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Arena*

Alexander Darling is walking, not ~WALKING, just regular old-fashioned walking and it looks like he's finally gotten some sleep and seems to be, well not better, but not dead behind the eyes either. He makes his way to a locker room and knocks on the door. After a moment Stan "Crusher" Fulton answers the door.

Crusher: Alex, Matt isn't here...

Alexander: I'm not here to see Matt. May I come in?

Fulton steps aside and allows Alex to enter the room. Darling looks around and realizes how sparse the room is and frowns for a moment before taking a seat in one of the few chairs in the room.

Crusher: Not to be rude and I know you're going through a lot, but why are you here?

Alexander: First, I wanted to apologize for something I said to you yesterday. I know your weight is an issue and it shouldn't be mocked so I'm sorry for that.

Crusher: Don't let Stank hear you apologize. He thinks it's just you taking forgiveness instead of getting it or something.

Alexander: I actually saw that and I'll deal with Stank when the time is right. He and I have unresolved history and we're both at fault. Sooner or later he'll see that. But that's not why I'm here.

Crusher: So why are you here?

Alexander: You need to know a few things.

Crusher: What's that?

Alexander: I don't want you to take it as a slight that you weren't chosen for Unforgiven.

Crusher: I don't. I know I haven't had the best record...

Alexander: That's not it at all and you can say you don't feel it was a slight, but I've been where you are. I've seen others chosed before me for a spot I KNOW I deserved. And it fueled me to make some decisions that wound up hurting a lot of people. But I learned and I moved on. There's two main reasons you weren't chosen and I need you to hear them.

Crusher: I'm listening.

Alexander: First, we were limited to the number of people we could work with within the parameters of our little wager. I know it won't make you feel better, but you became the next name on my list as I started to put the pieces into play but there's a main reason I couldn't push you above the three I chose. I have history with all three guys. Mags may never like me because of where I come from but, and he'll never admit this, we're a lot more alike than he wants to think. He fights with every ounce of will in his body and then fights more. I needed Larson and Folz to understand that talent isn't going to be all that you need. That there needs to be more than that. And you don't need help with that Stan. You're a fighter. You're a survivor. To be honest, I don't think you need Unforgiven to take the next steps. Matt and Bryce do.

Crusher: I don't know what you want me to say. That's nice to hear and all, but I'll admit I think you're making a mistake by breaking Matty and I up.

Alexander: What gave you the idea that I want you two to stop tagging together?

Crusher: I just figured he'd be busy...

Alexander: Oh he's going to be exceptionally busy as is everyone, but I never told DH that he had to leave Drink & Destroy and he hasn't. I haven't told Matt that he needs to stop tagging with you. That's between you two. Unforgiven isn't going to be some closed-off clique. We have a common goal that ties into a bigger picture. If you and Matt feel that your tag team is the future, I won't stop him from continuing down that path. And if you ever want to train with him in the Unforgiven gym, be my guest. You might not be part of the bet, but it doesn't mean some of us won't have your back and help you if need it.

Crusher: Davin won't like that...

Alexander: Fuck Davin. Sanctimonious holier than thou douchebag. This isn't his to control. About the other thing...

Crusher: You mean Tytan?

Alex takes a moment to take a deep breath...

Alexander: Every fiber of my being is telling me to tell you to step back and let me handle this on my own. To let me be the one to take Tytan out once and for all. But I got some advice recently, similar to advice you used to get. Sometimes doing things the hard way isn't the best way to do things. I can go out and fight Tytan to hell and back. I've been there with better than him and I'm still here and one is physically gone and the other has mentally checked out but I am still here. Still fighting. Still surviving. But maybe I can be smarter this time. Work smarter, not harder...right?

Crusher: Juni was a good man who lost his way...

Alexander: He was. I don't want to go down like he did. Let's work smarter Stan. You watch my back on Wednesday and I'll watch yours. And then going forward...I want to be the one who takes Tytan out, but I don't NEED to anymore. I just need to be there for it. He will pay for what he's done. He will feel retribution. And Juni and Lisa...they will have their justice.

Crusher: Yes they will...

Alexander gets up as does Fulton and both extend their hands and clasp forearms.

Alexander: I'm glad I stopped by Crusher. Remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. And anytime you need something, Unforgiven's locker room and gym is open to you.

Crusher: Much appreciated Alex. Thanks for stopping by. I'll be seeing you.


Alexander leaves the locker room and just as we're about to fade, Alex turns a corner and almost bumps into someone. The camera pans back and we see that it's Moosehead Jack with HappyDethBat. Alexander quickly ducks under the swing of the bat before backing up a few steps...

Alexander: Calm down Moose.

MHJ: FUCKING ALEX. FUCKING DARLING. RABBLE RABBLE. BLAH BLAH. ALEX. FUCK. YADA YADA YADA.

Alexander: Okay psycho calm the fuck down for one second and then you can go back to being insane. He needs me to do something for you.

MHJ: You can't hear HIM. You're a Darling. So go away before I do kill you.

Alexander: Just wait.

Alexander reaches into his pocket and pulls out the locket that Moose gave to Fire.

This was with her things.

MHJ: Stop talking like she's dead. SHE'S NOT DEAD. She's just being a drama queen.

Alexander: Part of me wants to believe you Moose. I know you don't believe me and I know a lot of you blames me, but I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to put her in the middle of our war. Hell, I never wanted to go to war with you.

MHJ: Scared of what I'll do to you little Alex?

Alexander: If that's what you want to believe, then believe it. It doesn't matter what I say to you. But dead or not...I miss her. Like I hope you do. But I don't even know who you are anymore. You're not Ket. You're not even the same Moose that almost killed me in Japan a few months ago. And I'm not sure if anyone can save you Moose.

MHJ: I don't need to be saved. You will be.

Alexander: Be that as it may, you should have this.

Alexander holds the locket out in front of him and Moose quickly snatches it out of his hand. As soon as Moose takes a moment to open the locket and look inside, Alexander quickly turns down the side hallway and leaves Moose alone before any violence could occur. The camera fades as we see the locket from Moose's perspective and we see two pictures. One of a young Lisa and Jack Quinn and one more recent of Firewoman and Moosehead Jack.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland is PACKING~! Moony's got her jacket on as she's saying bye to Shawn Johnson. Samantha is watching OOWF-TV on her Smartphone.*

SDM: Well, it's about time someone said it right.

DM: Said what right?

SDM: Here. You'll be surprised by the source, I'm sure.

Stank - But he doesn't own it! He doesn't OWN his mistakes! He acts like they were committed by someone else as if he's apologizing for his dog tearing up the furniture in your house! But WORSE than that... WORSE... he EXPECTS forgiveness like it's a birthright! I don't expect ANYONE to forgive me for what I've done! If they want to give it to me that's fine, but I DAMN sure ain't going to go around trying to TAKE it! That's why it's called forGIVEness and not forTAKEness!

DM: *shakes his head* It's time to go. You gonna be ok, Shawn?

OGMSJ: Yeah, Chris is taking me out somewhere tonight. Since we're, you know, in the middle of NOWHERE...

SFJ420: Your people.

OGMSJ: Shut up. It will probably be Applebees. Hopefully they don't have one and we can go to McDonald's or something.

SDM: McDonald's date? How old are you? 14?

OGMSJ: Hey we can't help it, alright? We're in the middle of nowhere. Have to make do, you know?

DM: Did he hit the packie yet?

SDM: They don't call them packies here.

DM: I don't care, it's a damned packie.

OGMSJ: What's a packie?

DM: Ugh. A package store.

OGMSJ: What's a Pack-

SDM: Liquor store, honey. A liquor store.

OGMSJ: Oh. Yeah. That's what he's doing now. He said he should he should go alone because...

DM: Because you look like you're 12 and they'll think he's buying for a minor?

OGMSJ: I DO NOT SASQUATCH! Ugh. ASSHOLE!

DM: Well, have fun anyway. We'll be back Tuesday.

*They all give their goodbye hugs and Davin, Samantha and Moony all head out into the hallway*

SDM: Tuesday? Does that mean?

DM: Mr. Kraft is a personal friend of mine, of course. And neighbor. So yeah, Owner's box. Not bad for dumb guy here.

SDM: No. *clutches his arm* Not bad.

*Quick Cut to Coughlin*

*Quick Cut to everyone ON THE PLANE~! Davin heads to the cockpit to presumably talk to the pilots about something.*

SFJ420: Like, where are we going anyway, man?

SDM: Hm? Oh. Home. I would imagine. That was the weather report they gave us.

SFJ420: Oh, right. Good. I miss home.

SDM: *smirks* You do, don't you?

SFJ420: When you're, like, raised by hippies and stuff, man...well, we tended to roam around a lot. Live with lots of smelly people, stuff like that. I never really had a home, home, you know?

SDM: Yeah, I know. I'm glad you do now.

*Davin comes back*

DM: Ok, change of plans.

SDM: Huh?

SFJ420: What?

DM: Yeah. I've got something I gotta do...and I thought we'd have a nice surprise.

SDM: Ok...

*Quick Cut to Coughlin*

*Quick Cut to Liberty Airport in Newark, NJ. They're getting off*

SDM: Why in the BLUE FUCK are we in New Jersey...In NEWARK of all places?

DM: I thought you liked Newark.

SDM: People are LOOKING for me in Newark.

DM: And they don't see you on TV all the time?

SDM: ...

DM: ...

SDM: ...

DM: ...

DDT: <boom>

SDM: That is NOT the point.

DM: Come on...let's at least go to the President's Club.

SDM: *looks at him like he's insane, but them smile* Ok. The President's Club. You're so fucking sweet sometimes it's disgusting.

DM: C'Mon Moony. We're gonna show you the President's Club.

SFJ420: Uh...ok...whatever....uh...can you smoke in there?

DM: Well, *I* can. You, well, not what you usually smoke.

SFJ420: I meant a cigar.

DM: *points to Samantha* She's your kid.

SDM: Heh, let's hope so.

DM: Touche.

*Quick cut to Coughlin after Eli fumbles on a slide*

*Cut to the President's Club at Liberty International. For those of you who have been following OOWF for a while, this should be familiar. Davin, Samantha, and Moony are all sitting together, all with a brandy, and all with a cigar*

DM: You two are fucking hopeless.

SDM: Wouldn't have us any other way, right Moonbeam?

SFJ420: Right, Sam.

SDM: Well, this was a nice surprise, Davin. Very sweet. I had almost forgotten about this.

SFJ420: About what?

SDM: Oh. Heh. Well, the first time Davin and I ever spent any time together, sadly, was right here.

DM: Our first "date" as it were.

SFJ420: Awww...Is it the anniversary?

*Davin and Samantha look at each other*

SDM: Um...probably not?

DM: No, definitely not. Probably. Maybe. No, I couldn't be that lucky. Let's go with no.

SDM: Clearly, we're not great with anniversaries.

SFJ420: When's your wedding anniversary?

*They look at each other again*

DM: Umm...I'd have to go look...

SDM: Yeah...it was cold. I remember that.

DM: Know who would know? Zane. Ask him. He was there.

SDM: Best man and such.

SFJ420: You two are weird sometimes.

*They finish up and are getting ready to leave*

SDM: Well, that was a nice surprise, honey, thank you.

DM: You're welcome, dear. Did you like it, Moony?

SFJ420: Yeah. Get drunk, watch planes fly. Nothing but awesome there.

SDM: Well, let's get home.

DM: Home?

SDM: Why'd you say it like that?

DM: Well, we're not going home yet, I told you I had something to do.

SDM: *clearly getting pissed off* Dammit Davin.

*Quick cut to Coughlin*

*Quick cut to a Local Middle School. We see the gym and there's a wrestling ring set up there. "Self High Five" comes over the little speaker there, and Diamond Dallas Page comes out to the uproarious applause of about 150 people. Not bad actually. He grabs a mic and has to turn it on first before he cuts his promo*

DDP: You know, I've been in this business a long time. A LONG time. I've been in front of tens of thousands of people, and in front of crowds smaller then this one. And in all that time, I've seen friends come and go, including those no longer with us...and NOBODY has been able to keep me down...

*crowd, what's there, pops*

DDP:...and no one's been able to take me out. So tonight, I just wanted to thank all of you who supported me in my career. Tonight's going to be my last night in a ring.

Crowd: BOOOO~!

DDP: I know, I know, but I'm just glad I could do it here in Jersey, and in front of people who have always been there. So tonight? I'm calling out any asshole in the back who thinks they can beat me in my last match. So come on assholes. Who's gonna step up and get their ass kicked by an old man?

*The crowd buzzes, wondering which of the kids in the back is going to get a chance. Suddenly, "Extreme Ways" fires up over the speaker. The crowd's confused because this isn't anyone else's music...unless...and Davin Moreland appears from behind the curtain, and the crowd, such as it is, goes absolutely batshit; not expecting anything quite like this. In fact, in the ring, DDP looks pretty damned surprised as well. Happy, but surprised. Davin climbs in and does a handshake/hug combo with DDP. They share a couple of words before they both look over at the referee. This poor kid looks like he's about to shit his pants, but calls for the bell...WE'RE UNDERWAY!

Slow circle to start until we get a lockup. DDP works a hammerlock. Davin slaps his shoulder twice as required by law and reverses out of it into an armbar. This sort of chain-wrestling goes on for close to 10 minutes, and the crowd gets way, way into it. Finally, DDP works another hammerlock, but this time, he hits a Hammerlock Slam, drawing some oohs and aahs. DDP hits the ropes. Legdrop! COVER! 1....2....no.

Davin kicks out, but DDP stays on the attack, keeping Davin on the mat with a series of knee drops and leg drops. Then, he goes to the top, and a hush goes over the crowd. Macho Man Elbow! COVER! 1....2...thr..NO! DDP cuts his eyes at the ref, who actually apologizes to him. DDP pulls Davin up, peppers him with some rights and lefts before whipping him into the ropes, and catches him, trying to for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Davin LANDS ON HIS FEET! Neckbreaker! And both men are down!

DDP is up first at 5, and he starts putting the boots to Davin. He continues, using the ropes for leverage, and the ref reluctantly asks for a break. DDP pulls Davin to his feet...DROPKICK sends Davin into the corner. He stumbles out, and DDP goes for the DIAMOND CUTTER, but he's shoved off. DDP lands on his feet and waits for Davin to approach before drilling him with a Superkick, sending Davin under the ropes. DDP takes a second to catch his breath (he's old after all), and has to pull Davin back into the ring...1....2...NO! DDP pulls Davin to his feet and whips him into the corner, following him in with a Big Boot. DDP Signals for the Diamond Cutter! He pulls Davin out of the corner....and DIAMOND CUTTER! The crowd goes BATSHIT! DDP covers....1....2...thre...NO! NO! NO! Davin kicked out of the Diamond Cutter!

DDP can't believe it, and takes it out on the poor ref kid. Yelling, screaming, berating, the kid looks like he's going to cry. ROLLUP! 1...2...NO! DDP kicks out and he's unhappy. He charges Davin who buries a knee in his gut. Davin locks him in and hits a Powerbomb! He heads to the top. MOONSAULT! That shook the ring! He eschews the cover and pulls DDP to his feet, and mumbles something before hitting a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Cover! 1...2...3!

YOUR WINNER in 23:17 by Pinfall...Davin Moreland!

Post-match, Davin pulls DDP to his feet with tears in his eyes. Davin raises DDP's arm and quickly vacates the ring, allowing DDP to have his moment. Samantha is waiting for him near the curtain*

SDM: Why didn't you say anything?

DM: It was a surprise.

SDM: To everyone, apparently. He seems happy.

DM: Yeah. Still sad though. To me. He's kind of my inspiration.

SDM: You think?

DM: Ass. You know what I mean.

SDM: So are you guys going to go out or whatever after?

DM: Nope. I just came in to do a job. He knows where to find me. I'm not going to get in the way of what he had planned. Let's go home.

*cut back to the ring, DDP has the mic*

DDP: He's a throwback, that Davin. Throwback to the old school, you know? But I'll tell you this much, there's no shame, no shame at all, in losing to the absolute best in the world. That's what Davin Moreland is. The. Best. In. The. World. I don't care what company you work for or what country you work in. What style. Doesn't matter. Davin is quite simply the best. You'll hear him say LD Williams is the best, but he's wrong. And he'll find that out this Wednesday, when my friend Davin proves it again. He's the best, and he leads the best. THAT is who you should throw your support behind. Don't let anyone in an ivory tower or anyone with their heads stuck in the past tell you who to root for. Root for who YOU think you should root for. Who's the best? Who always gets it done? Who puts his money where his fucking mouth is? Davin Moreland. That's who.

*Quick cut to Coughlin*

*Quick Cut to Davin's plane. All 3 are asleep, Samantha on one of Davin's shoulders, Moonbeam on the other. Voice from the cockpit*

VftC: Final approach to Barnstable Municipal, Davin. 15 minutes.

DM: *groggy, as is everyone who is currently waking up* Almost home.

SFJ420: Yeah.

SDM: Yeah. Did we miss anything on OOWF-TV?

DM: Who cares?

SDM: Truth.

*Quick cut to Coughlin*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

**On their way out of the building, Stank and L.D. Williams see Sean Moore in the Hallway of Random Encounters. Williams tells Stank he‘ll meet him at the car and approaches Moore**

SM: “Williams.

LDW: “Champ.”

SM: “Kinda like the sound of that.”

LDW: “You should. You’ve earned it.”

SM: “No hard feelings?”

LDW: “None. Between drinking Guinness and realizing you have to defend a title before you can call yourself a champion…you remind me an awful lot of me.”

SM: “I’ve been called worse.”

LDW: <chuckles> “Haven’t we all…Good luck with Sparxx this week. He’s a pain in the backside, but he’s getting good advice these days. Speaking of, you don’t seem the type to need much advice, especially from the likes of me, but…if you do…”

SM: “Thanks. I’ll keep it mind.”

**Williams puts out his hand and Moore shakes it before they go their separate ways.**

[BookerShark]

(Tytan has been watching the latest actions of his fellow wrestlers and enjoys it.)

Tytan: Well it seems that the truth is being seen by a few people around here. Stank's comments about you Alex were dead on. It's seems like there are plenty of people around here that don't like you either. People haven't forgotten the things that you have done.

But some how the dumb sheep want to cheer you. You talk about how you have worked so hard to be the fan favorite. You kissed the right amount of kids and signed enough autographs. Big freaking deal....you are a FRAUD. You asked all these people for forgiveness and never meant a word of it. You made Firewoman get soft and stupid.....you say I was the one that put her in the hospital....no I think not. She knew what could have happened when she stepped in that ring. You made her weak though....she lost her edge...the streak in her that made her Firewoman....you blinded her and you took away the Fire.

Now, you talk about how you missed her and all that sobbing crap. You don't even know where she is.....why aren't you looking for her. If you really missed her...hell if you really loved her shouldn't you be trying to find her. But Alex I know the truth....this was your way of getting to Moose. This was all about him and you hatred for him. Your marriage was nothing but a lie. Once again this just makes you the biggest fraud out there. Just like Firewoman....you are no hero.

Yes, Alex there are just as many people out there that hate you as they do me which makes you and me alike. But there is one thing that is different about us. You need people to forgive you, you need them to like you. You are sorry about your past.

That makes you weak.

I don't need forgiveness. I know what I am. I sleep fine at night. I don't live a lie. I am not playing a part....I am not a fraud.

One on one. Two on one, or three on one it doesn't matter. All three of you are not what you say you are. You all say that you want to kill me....you all say its about revenge. But in the end we all know what it is really about. It's about the title and you will turn on each other when that bell rings.

I am the truth and I am your destruction.

(fade)