OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (02/02) Live! From Key West, F

[BookerShark]

<we cut to GM the Rick’s office right after the ppv where he is sitting behind his desk, clearly exasperated. Also in the room is the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack, and several men in suits>

GMtR: <sighing> Look Moose, I TOLD you what you needed to do to get a contract with the OOWF! You haven’t gone to any more counseling, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t think you have changed one bit

MHJ: <considering his words for a moment> Is that so. So that means you will not sign me to a contract

GMtR: Not until you undergo psychiatric counseling…….ESPECIALLY after what happened with you and Fire……

MHJ: Fuck off and don’t mention that again. <Moose looks at his lawyer> Well, I guess we will just have to accept that offer from Vince…..

GMtR: Wait, what?

MHJ: Well Rick, you won’t sign me, so that makes me a free agent free to sign with the highest bidder. Looks like Vince gets what he wants again

GMtR: <sitting back in his chair with a smug look on his face> You’re bluffing

MHJ: Really? <looking at his lawyer again> Show him

<Moose’s lawyer produces a packet of papers that clearly has WWE letterhead on it. GM the Rick looks it over for a moment, then looks at Moose in shock>

GMtR: You’re serious?

MHJ: Do I look like I am kidding?

GMtR: Vince hates you for what you and LD did to Cena and Orton

MHJ: I know. Now, tell me Rick…..how is it going to look for one half of your world tag team champions and your world heavyweight champion, to show up on Monday Night Raw tomorrow night…….and job to Michael Tarver in about 30 seconds

GMtR: You wouldn’t

MHJ: I can be in Providence from Detroit in about two hours. You really think I wouldn’t?

<a long silence fills the room>

GMtR: You son of a bitch

MHJ: I warned you Rick, don’t fuck me over with this contract, and you couldn’t resist. Now what’s it gonna be. You going to sign me? Or do I head to RAW and let everyone know exactly what Vince thinks of the OOWF

<GM the Rick turns and talks to his lawyer for a moment, then nods>

GMtR: Fine. You win. We will draw up the contract and have it…….

MHJ: No, there’s no need to wait. <Moose looks at his lawyer again, he hands Moose a paper and gives it to Rick> We have saved you the trouble

<Rick hands the contract to the OOWF lawyer, he looks it over, reading it quickly and nods>

Law: Seems like everything is in order

GMtR: <as he is signing it> Fine Moose. You get your contract, but let me tell you this, the second you step out of line, and I KNOW you will, I am raining hell down on you.

<GM the Rick shoves the contract across the desk at Moose. Moose takes it and laughs>

MHJ: <as he is signing> Ricky, Ricky…..no need for threats. Now, there are two copies of this, and this gentleman with me is also a notary, so he is going to put the stamp on them making them all official like. I get a copy, you get a copy, just so we are sure there are no…….shenanigans.

<The paperwork is in order and Moose gets up to leave>

MHJ: Nice doing business with you Rick

GMtR: I think you are forgetting something Moose. You are the world champion, that means you have to vacate the tag titles. Hand it over.

MHJ: <thinking> Nah, I don’t think so. Not now. You see, there is someone else with the other half of this title. I am going to do this right, I am going to get my five minutes………in the ring………on Wednesday. You can collect then. Have a good day Ricky

<Moose walks out the door leaving a clearly furious GM the Rick in his office. Rick writes something on a sheet of paper and hands it to the lawyer. He nods and walks out the door posting it on the wall. As the door closes, we see GM the Rick grab a bottle and take a loooooooooooooong drink from it>

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Key West, Florida

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Davin Moreland vs. DH Magnusson

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Concrete TG

Eric O’Mac & Bryce Larson vs. Drink & Destroy
Flyin Hawaiians vs. Texpress
Stan Fulton vs. Tytan
Alexander & Alexis Darling vs. Ecosystem & Firewoman
LD Williams vs. J-P Sparxx
The President & Psykle vs. Starfire Huckabee & Xavier Dufrense

Card subject to Pirates

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is seen walking down a hallway backstage. She has several bottles of water for Trinity, and seems lost in her own thoughts. As a result she doesn't see when she nearly runs into the massive frame of Dynamite Danny Taylor. Fire stops and looks up at the big man, who stands motionless. He has his arms crossed across his chest and a look that can only be described as uncertainty. Fire looks up at him and her serene smile plasters her face.

Firewoman: I know you you've always been nice to me.

Danny says nothing but stares at her the expression on his face never changing. A moment passes and neither person moves, finally Fire speaks.

Firewoman: Your mad at me now?

Voice from the Dark: Actually no. It took a lot of convincing to get Danny to do this. He believes your business is yours and he doesn't want any part of it. But unlike others, he understands loyalty, and when "family" asks for help, he can't help but comply.

Firewoman looks around tensing herself for an ambush, but nothing comes. She can't seem to locate the direction the voice is coming from.

Voice: Lately you've been targeting the seven deadly sins, looking for subtle ways to make others pay for supposed transgressions.

Fire goes to turn left around DDT when Outback Jack steps out of a side room blocking her path. Fire steps back dropping the water bottles and taking a defensive stance, the serene style never leaving her face.

Voice: Not everything needs to be subtle, sometimes an overt show of force is necessary to get a point across.

Fire is obviously getting nervous, but the serene smile never leaves her face. She turns to go right around DDT and Finds DH Magnusson standing there. Fire once more backs away.

Voice: So far you have targeted six of the seven deadly sins, only one remains. It does not take a fool to see where that particular sin is headed. Keep in mind, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

Fire Turns around to back away down the hallway. She finds herself face to face with DVD who has a wicked smile upon his face. In one of DVD's hands is a stun gun with the electricity arcing between forks. In the other is a spray bottle of water. DVD sprays some water through the electricity and watches as sparks sizzle in the air. For the first time Firewoman's smile fades and she backs away, genuinely concerned.

Voice: This is not an attack, this is not a threat. (slight pause) consider this a warning. If your attacks of the seven deadly sins continue in the way I believe they will their will be consequences. Family sticks by family no matter what, and in this case, my family has become rather large.

At that Danny, Jack and DH stand at full height reminding Firewoman of just how powerful this group has the potential to be. No one makes a move towards her however, and Firewoman can be seen to be visibly disturbed by this.

Voice: No matter what doctrines are put in your head, nor what drugs are put in your system, in the end you are responsible for your actions. Think long and hard about your next decisions Lisa Quinn, for they shall have consequences. Follow them to their end at your own discretion. For now, go, we have no direct problems with you. It is your decision whether it remains that way.

With that DVD let's go of the button on the stun gun and steps back. Both OBJ and DH move against the walls, and DDT steps aside, the look of uncertainty still present on his face. Firewoman snatches up the dropped water bottles and heads down the hallway. She stops momentarily too make eye contact with Danny Taylor. A look that can only be described as sadness emanates from his eyes, for a moment it looks like this touches Firewoman, but just as quickly she drops her head and continues without further incident.

Jack, DH, and DVD come over to stand by DDT.

DVD: Do you think she got the message.

The voice from the shadows steps out into the light revealing Spencer Darling.

Spencer: I can only hope so. Somewhere deep down is a woman my brother loves, but I can't trust in that love to make her do the right thing. And if she attacks family....

OBJ: Family always has each others back.

DH: And when you are running with Drink and Destroy, you are always Family.

Danny takes Spencer's hand, looks her in the eyes and nods in agreement.

Spencer: Let's hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does...........

DVD: We will be ready.

With that the group heads back down the hallway into the darkness as the camera

FADES

[BookerShark]

*Moose is walking down the hall where he catches up with Stank. The two of them continue on.*

Stank - So how did it go?

MHJ - I got my contract.

Stank - Cool. That's finally done.

*Before Stank can say anything else they both see Firewoman approach from the other end of the hallway carrying water bottles. Stank glares at her as she approaches. She looks at Stank with a touch of anger herself believing the big man attacked her last week. She walks past without incident. Moose completely ignores her which does not go unnoticed by Firewoman. She looks down at the floor with sadness and frustration. Stank looks over at Moose and notices his refusal to acknowledge her presence.*

Stank - The Alexander Darling treatment, I see.

MHJ - Who?

Stank - *sigh* The guy you just beat for the World Championship?

MHJ - You mean the new guy? He didn't deserve to be champion. He's been here for like, what...? A week? Give me a break.

Stank - Okay while I approve the new attitude you have toward Darling I'm not so sure how healthy it is for you to treat your sister the same.

MHJ - My sister?

Stank - Yeah... Lisa.

MHJ - How the hell did you find out I had a sister?

Stank - You're kidding me, right?

MHJ - I haven't seen her since we were kids!

Stank - Uh... She just passed us in the hallway.

MHJ - Who?

Stank - Firewoman.

MHJ - Who?

Stank - Oh dear God.

Fade

[BookerShark]

Firewoman returns to the Trinity locker room, with water and stuff. And lots to think about. Ecosystem rushes up to her.

Eco: Are you okay?

FW: Yes, why?

Eco: We saw...we were on our way out but then we saw they let you go.

FW: Of course they did. They are not the evil in this company.

Tyt: Still...I don't like them even hinting at--

FW: It's fine, brother.

Eco: You did well in our match. And you didn't have to get that. We have people for that.

FW: *Sitting the water and stuff down* I didn't mind. I'm glad you trust me to go out of the suites.

Eco: *smiling, but with that hint of manipulative evil* Of course, Fire. And think! You have shattered the hold that being in a cage match has on you. You no longer need to fear them.

FW: Sensei....I didn't fear--

Eco: I know! Because I was with you.

FW: No, I mean....

Eco: You're welcome, Lisa. And...as a reward, I got something for you.

*He holds out his hand, fist closed. Fire stands there, until Eco takes his other hand and holds hers out, palm up. She looks at him, confused, until he drops something in her hand. She looks closely at it, and it's the locket that Moose left in the tree at the old house.*

FW: How did you get this?

Eco: It doesn't matter. What matters is that Moose threw it away. Like he threw you away....all those times. I got it back for you. Because I know you care about him, and I care about you, and I want you to be happy.

*Firewoman smiles and closes her hand tightly around it.*

FW: Thank you, Sensei.

Eco: You're welcome. Now, go see Diana about your cuts from the match. I don't trust OOWF medical, even though I hired them. You're too precious to me.

*Firewoman nods and heads that direction. FADE*

[BookerShark]

CUT to a scene at a gas station somewhere between Hell, Michigan and Key West, Florida. By the signs in the area it might be near Cincinnati. The Crusher Stan Fulton is standing by his Kia Sportage, filling the tank. He's wearing a large Carhartt jacket, gloves and Minnesota Vikings knit hat.

Fulton notices the cameraperson.

“Hi.”

Fulton finishes gassing up, takes the receipt from the pump and gets in the car. From the angle, the camera is being carried around the car and the operator climbs in the passenger seat.

“Ah. So we’re going to do this Top Gear style, huh? Cool.”

Fulton removes his Vikings hat and starts speaking in a fairly good British accent. More of a Jeremy Clarkson-type than a Richard Hammond though.

“The Sportage will never make you think you’re driving a Range Rover, but it’s not a bad lil’ car. With a 2.4 litre inline 4, it generates 176 brake horsepower with a top speed of ... well a little more than your average cow.

“To be honest, I’d rather be caught dead pleasuring Hugh Grant than have to drive one of these down the A4 to Bristol. Captain Slow might enjoy one of these if it was built by Bentley. But this was built by Kia. It’s not even better than our reasonably priced Kia Cee’d. In fact, it might be the worst car... in the world.”

Fulton shakes his head and replaces his Vikings hat.

“Tytan, I went toe-to-toe with you, Davin and Alex Sunday night. Alex might have come out on top, albeit only for a few minutes, but I proved I belonged in that match.

“Now come Wednesday, we meet again. No title on the line. Just you and me in that ring. And if you’re thinking of bringing your Trinity cohorts to the ring with you, remember that Moose and Stank will be happy to kick their ass while you watch.

“I actually don’t have any grudge against you, Tytan, anymore. The reasons I had are moot. I don’t care if the fans want me to enact some revenge on you for some past transgression. And no one in the back has asked either.

“So there you have it. We walk into that ring, you punch me, I punch you and I walk out with my hand raised in victory. Simple as that. And none of the drugs that Eco is feeding you will stop that.”

Judging by the view outside the windows, the car is slowing down.

“Finally, since I didn’t get the chance last night, let me congratulate Stank and Moose on their tag team title win. If Rav and I can’t have them, I’m glad you two do. Though we still want a shot at them. And Moose, congrats on your second World Title victory.”

The car comes to a complete stop.

“Now, camera dude, I have to get to Key West and you have to get out. I have some ass to kick.”

Fulton leans across the camera view, opens the passenger door and shoves the camera person out of the car, the view suggesting the camera strikes the pavement.

Fulton’s car pulls away from the shot, though it’s seen sideways from the prone camera person’s view as the image flickers and then FADES.

[BookerShark]

*Davin is ON THE JET~! with Moonbeam, Shawn Johnson, ONS Champ Chris Evans, J-P Sparxx and Jewel. Davin's on the phone with Samantha. This is a TNA-style promo, no one has any idea they're "on".*

DM: Yeah...So you're gonna fly down to the compound? Word. Ok. No, I'm not exactly pumped to see "The Fam", but whatever, I'll bullshit it....Ok...Apparently a 3-Way IC match with Fuck that Guy and Mags...I know, right?...Ok, love you too...bye.

*He clicks the phone shut*

OGMSJ: So, that really kind of is an interesting match.

DM: Sure. FuckThatGuy will be under the impression that Mags will be on his side. You know, since they're "teammates".

SFJ420: But...

DM: But...I know something FuckThatGuy doesn't know. First, Mags has a shot at the Intercontinental Championship...he's going to do everything in his power to win it. Pizza Rolls, Garlic Chicken or no, he's a competitor. I know that. I don't think FuckThatGuy does.

OGMSJ: And second?

DM: *smirks* FuckThatGuy isn't the first teammate Mags has had. FuckThatGuy should tread lightly. Newbies that don't know their history are doomed to witness it...up close and personal.

JPS: Yo, D-Dawg man. You and Donny Magnets ain't talked for years, son? What makes you sure he be on YO side?

DM: It's funny you bring that up, J-P. You see, this is OOWF, not just some fly-by-night wrestling company with staid face/heel lines and no sense of continuity. Let me peep this for you here, J-P...

JPS: *under his breath* Peep dis for you? Damn, son...

DM: Here in OOWF, we remember our history. And those of us who have worked closely together in the past, be it working together at Animal Shelters before Run DEA, or in the Dying Days of Run DEA getting kicked in the head twice by Firewoman or what have you...I'm not saying Mags would be inclined to work WITH me. I'm just saying he's not going to automatically work AGAINST me with FuckThatGuy. He sees FuckThatGuy all the time. He knows what he's done to my wife, to others. He's not stupid. We'll see Wednesday. We'll see.

OGMSJ: And this helps you how?

DM: I'm Davin Moreland. I take advantage of my opportunities. That's all.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

The Flyin' Hawai'ians storm into their locker room. Well, Aina and Noelani do. Kai looks lost. Noelani grabs a previously opened wine bottle, pops out the cork, sits sideways in a chair and starts to chug. Aina punches a hole in the wall, then stands with his back against the wall beside it with his arms crossed.

K: I don't understand.

Kai looks to Aina, then to Noelani, who's still chugging, then back to Aina.

A: Aina, I don't understand. We didn't lose. We didn't do anything wrong.

Aina says nothing, but is visibly clinching his jaw. Noelani stops chugging the wine and presses the bottle against her forehead.

K: We didn't lose! We aren't we champions? We didn't do anything wrong!

A: Yeah we did.

Kai and Noelani both look at Aina.

N: Aina...

A: We let that sorry sonuvabitch do it to us again.

Noelani gets up quickly, losing her balance momentarily as the wine goes to her head, but she regains her composure. She walks up to Aina.

N: Aina. You've got that look in your eye.

K: Lani...

Noelani grabs Aina's chin with her hand, forcing him to look down at her.

N: Look at me!

Aina snarls slightly.

N: I know what you're thinking. Poho. Let me handle this. I'll go talk to Ric...

Aina slaps her hand away and grabs the door knob. Before he can turn it, Kai nails him, slamming him against the wall with his forearm to his throat.

K: Cool it bruddah!

A: Ainokea! He's made fools of us for the last time!

K: You hit Lani!

Aina's expression changes. He realizes what he did.

A: Lani, I'm so sor...

N: Don't. You just let me handle things. It's my job, my responsibility. Leave it to kaikuahine.

A: You said not to call you that.

N: I said don't lose those belts too.

K: We didn't lose.

[BookerShark]

*voiceover*The following clip has been shot in ERICVISION and is paid for but USA Network, a subsidiary of NBCUniversal. All rights reserved.*end voiceover.*

*Fade in to see Bryce Larson and Lauren Phoenix standing in front of a shaky camera. We hear Eric's voice off camera.*

Eric: Is this thing on?

Bryce: I think so, I see the red light.

Eric: Alright...go!

Lauren: We interrupted your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this important OOWF update.

Eric: No, no, cut.

Bryce: What?

Eric: She did it wrong.

Lauren: I've never heard that phrase before.

Eric: You know, I knew this would happen...can I go find an invisible camera ninja man dude to film this?

Bryce: Filming this in ERICVISION was your idea.

Eric: Rub it in. It was a terrible idea. This is where you need to learn. If something is terrible, don't keep doing it. Move on.

Lauren: You could turn the camera off.

Eric: That's a good idea.

*Fade out. And now fade in. Eric O'Mac is standing with Bryce Larson and Lauren Phoenix.*

Eric: Pardon The Interuption...but I'm Eric O'Mac. Bryce! The NHL All-Stars scored 21 times during the All-Star game! Your thoughts?

Bryce: That was 21 more times than the members of Drink and Destroy's have ever scored in their life!

Eric: Ha!

Bryce: That's awesome.

Eric: So, for everyone watching at home, I'm sure you are confused. Well, at least the 20 of you who decided to watch our pay-per-view instead of my Dad's. By the way, that Alberto Del Rio guy? He's awesome, and anyone who thinks otherwise has a small dick.

Lauren: Stay on subject, Eric.

Bryce: If Firewoman thinks that, does that mean she's a man? Because if she thinks that, that would mean she has a small dick.

Lauren: Jesus, look what you started Eric.

Eric: I'm pretty sure Firewoman is all woman. In fact, she so much of a woman, it's pretty scary. I'm also sure she's a fan of Alberto Del Rio, so we avoided the controversy.

Lauren: Avoided isn't the word I would use.

Eric: ANYWAYS, last night you saw Bryce Larson defeat yours truly in a Onslaught Rules match...after using brass knuckles to knock me unconscious?

Bryce: Yeah, that doesn't sound like me at all....OR DOES IT?

Eric: You see, everyone saw my promo with Davin Moreland yesterday, but you did NOT see me and Lauren talking afterwards. Luckily, I have obtained footage of this conversation. Monkeys in the back, roll the footage!

*Eric, Bryce, and Lauren wait...no footage.*

Eric: Um....monkeys in the back?

Voice from off stage: Hey, jsut because we're black doesn't mean you can call us monkeys.

Second voice from off stage: Yeah, that's racist, you jackass.

Third voice from off stage: Didn't you learn anything from Martin Luther King Day?

Eric: Shit.

Voice from off stage: You can't call us that either.

Lauren: Damnit. I personally apologize for him. If we buy you dinner, can you roll the footage please?

Eric: Yeah, about about some fried...

Lauren: DON'T FUCKING SAY IT!

Eric:...um...Oh, I can see why those gentlemen are mad at me now. Your bad.

Bryce: You can't 'my bad' for somebody else.

Eric: Sure you can.

*Suddenly the footage rolls. We see Lauren and Eric talking in the hallway. Eric takes out his brass knuckles and hands them to Lauren.*

Eric: Give these to Bryce. If he takes them and uses them the way we're think he will, he'll prove himself worthy of teaming with me. If not, we can always team with Tyson Kincaid.

Lauren: That's a pretty bold risk you are willing to take. It could be career suicide.

Eric: It's ok. I believe in Eric O'Mac, and I'm pretty sure Bryce Larson does too.

Lauren: You shouldn't talk in third person like that.

*End footage. Fade back to Eric, Lauren and Bryce.*

Eric: So anyways, Bryce, I walked in on Lauren here once, and she was wearing nothing but...

*Eric looks up and notices the camera.*

Eric: Oh...welcome back. So, anyways I gave Lauren the brass knuckles who gave them to Bryce. Bryce actually had the same thing in mind and was shocked when he found out I didn't mind jobbing to him. But the thing he didn't realize is that when it's entertaining, I don't mind take the pinfall. However, me taking the pin is only entertaining a few times a year. Regardless, it seems that Bryce Larson has seen the light, and he wants to win at all costs.

Bryce: It seems that I do believe in Eric O'Mac.

Eric: Can you believe that catchphrase never got over?

Bryce: Impossible.

Eric: So, we face Outback Jack and Danny Taylor. You know, for the first 6 months he was in this company, I thought Danny Taylor was Bob Saget?

Bryce: That's Danny Tanner.

Eric: That, and I realized Bob Saget is way too cool to be hanging out with the Australian guy who belches all the time. I'm pretty sure OBJ is a fan of Shrek. You know, "better in than out, I always say." Although, with OBJ, he's not just referring to gas. He's also referring to homosexual conquests.

Bryce: You know that's just mean.

Lauren: Seriously, weren't we trying to avoid controversy.

Eric: Pfft. Controversy creates cash. I wrote a book about that once.

Lauren: No you didn't. That was Eric Bischoff.

Eric: That's what he wants you to think. The only thing Eric Bischoff has ever created was a piss.

Bryce: Ha!

Lauren: Don't use his catchphrase.

Bryce: Sorry.

Eric: Anyways, we're undefeated as a team, Bryce.

Bryce: We're not. We lost when you wouldn't tag in that one time.

Eric: That loss doesn't count. That was a glorified handicap match. And it was against Stan Fulton. Can I make fat jokes?

Lauren: He gets really mad when you do.

Eric: Can I call him gay?

Lauren: He hasn't complained about that yet.

Bryce: We probably should focus on Taylor and Jack.

Eric: You are right. You see, as much shit as I give the unspoken one and the gay Australian belcher, the fact is, they are former tag team champions. They provide us more competition than Stan Fulton and Ravenna Blue ever did. And if we can defeat these former tag team champions, it will take us one step closer to those tag team championships.

Bryce: The same titles held by Stank and Moose.

Eric: I hope we don't feud with them.

Bryce: Why not?

Eric: Because I'm pretty sure I'll get fired.

Bryce: Why is that?

Lauren: Because Eric is a borderline racist and can't control his tongue.

Eric: That's bull, Lauren. But I tried feuding with Moose before and he didn't want to feud.

Bryce: When did you try to feud with Moose?

Eric: When I kept trying to reveal that he was the bookerman.

Lauren: *sigh* And there goes the fourth wall.

Eric: Seriously....there was no censor?

Lauren: Pretty sure the censor guy left to file a complaint against you.

Bryce: Anyways, this week at Mayhem, I want Outback Jack and Danny Taylor to pay close attention. We will win this match, and we'll do it by any means necessary.

Eric: Well...not any means necessary.

Bryce: What do you mean?

Eric: There are some things I won't do.

Bryce: Like?

Eric: I don't want to talk about it.

Lauren: You realize you've ruined this promo.

Eric: I figured if we're teaming, we'll have months to get it right.

Lauren: Did you two ever decide on a name for your team?

Bryce: We came up with The Brass Knuckle Kings, right Eric?

Eric: Yes, that is what we came up with.

Lauren: That's different.

Eric: It's unique. It builds character. And like I always say, characters welcome.

Lauren: FINALLY, you hit that stupid tagline so USA Network will pay for this promo.

Bryce: Does that mean we can go?

Eric: Yeah. Thank God. The only thing more boring than this would be sitting through a video of DDT talking to himself. He's worse than a mime.

Bryce: When can we reveal The Brass Knuckles theme music and logo?

Eric: I'll let you write that up.

Lauren: FOURTH WALL!

Eric: This is actually a pentagon shaped room. I'm really breaking the fifth well.

*Fade out.*

[BookerShark]

Moosehead Jack carries both belts in his right hand. He enters his locker room and tosses them on the floor. He goes to his bar and sees a rum and coke with a little umbrella sitting on the bar.

Female Voice: You're welcome.

Moose turns to his left and sees Noelani sitting in his favorite chair filing her nails. She doesn't look at him. She blows on her nails to clean them, then finally looks up, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, arching her eyebrows.

MHJ: How do I know it's not poisoned?

N: It's more rum than Coke. That's poison enough.

Moose sniffs the drink and takes a sip.

MHJ: You do make a good rum and coke girl.

N: It's a peace offering.

MHJ: I don't understand that word.

N: Cute. Seriously, you don't need EVERYONE out to kill you.

MHJ: Heh, your "boys" upset at me? Wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last.

N: Aina wants your blood. You may think he's a joke, but trust me. He's not.

MHJ: Nice use of my catch phrase, girl.

N: Mahalo. And I have a name.

MHJ: I know you do.

Noelani sighs and heads towards the door. Moose pushes it closed. Noelani momentarily looks defensive, then regains her focus and stares Moose down.

MHJ: So this "peace offering"? What does it entail?

N: I'm not sure you care.

MHJ: Humor me.

N: It's very simple. You seem to have TheRick by the balls.

MHJ: I heard you have too. I just do it differently.

What appears to be a grin creeps onto Moose's face. Noelani clears her throat.

N: My point is that you seem to be able to do whatever you want around here.

Moose walks past Noelani and sits in his chair. He takes another gulp of Noelani's rum & coke.

MHJ: I see what this is. You want the first shot in exchange for them not jumping me.

Noelani turns to face Moose with her hands on her hips.

N: And you get to remove that asterisk.

MHJ: What asterisk?

N: You know. The asterisk for the basic fact that you didn't beat us. You beat those loser Texans.

MHJ: I'd watch your tongue. You face those "Loser Texans" this week.

N: The same "Loser Texans" you claim aren't worth the cow's ass used to make the leather straps on the belts.

MHJ: I don't believe I used those exact words.

Noelani crosses her arms and looks tired of this conversation.

N: Do we have a deal?

MHJ: Listen, Noelani, your boys are good. I always thought they have been. But they're reckless. They're wild. And frankly, they're not too bright. They could have won that match and you wouldn't be here begging for my help.

N: I'm not asking for your hel...

MHJ: ...they got distracted. Their issues with Drink & Destroy got the best of them. Issues you had a large part in creating my dear. And if I seem to recall, your boys won the titles in the same manner as myself and Stank. And if you really expect me to think they wouldn't do the exact thing I did to Zane? Well, we both know the answer to that.

Noelani walks up close to Moose. Very close.

N: You think you've got it all figured out don't you? The smartest man in the room. Look around...Ket. It's just you and me here. And I'm not sure you win that contest, but that's beside the point. Where is everybody? You have no one. You have no support. Your so-called partner will be the first to turn on you if the prize is right. I'm offering you just a little peace of mind. You don't have to look over your shoulder wondering where we're gonna hit you. Again and again and again. I can get my match if I want to. As you said, I have TheRick by the balls. I came to you first, out of respect to the Disciples.

Moose half laughs.

MHJ: The Disciples...

N: If I hafta go to TheRick, the peace is off Ket. I'll let Aina do whatever he wants with you. And I'll let you in on a little secret, Ket. Little Orphan Aina, as you liked to call him? He has a laundry list of ways he'd like to maim you.

Noelani stands on her tip toes to speak right into Moose's face.

N: So give us our match, that we deserve, and you can sit in your dark little room by yourself and talk about how the world hates you and you hate it... in peace. Or I get my match anyway, and you spend the next several weeks and/or months looking over shoulder. For us.

MHJ: And what makes you think I'll even keep the Tag Team Championships? I am, after all, the World Champion.

N: Leopards don't change their spots...

Noelani steps back, looking like she smelled something funky.

N: And you apparently don't change your clothes. But you had the World Title before. How'd that go?

Noelani shrugs, then grins at Moose. She walks to the door and opens it, looking back.

N: Remember what I said. And know that I'm right. And I meant every word. Aloha.

Noelani leaves, shutting the door behind her. Moose finishes off his Rum & Coke.

[BookerShark]

*Darling Locker Room*

The ninja camera cut in mid-argument…

Alexis: You’re fucking insane…

Alexander: Don’t Lexie. HE HIT HER.

Alexis: If she doesn’t realize…

Alexander: How can she? You know what it’s like to be controlled…

Alexis: God damn it Alex…of course I know, but no matter what we went through it was our decision. How do you know this isn’t hers?

Alexander: Because we both know her better than that. You just can’t see it because she came after you.

Alexis: And you don’t think you’re next?

Alexander: It doesn’t matter if I am. I have to try. I thought maybe you’d come help but if not, forget it…I’ll do it by myself.

Alexander storms out of the locker room while Alexis just collapses into a chair…

Alexis: God damn you brother. You’re just going to get hurt.

A hand places itself on Lexie’s shoulder. She turns to see Sydney standing there…

Sydney: Alexis dear, you knew it was coming to this. It’s time for our Alexander to make a stand and he’s choosing now. I understand why you can not help Firewoman right now, but don’t let your personal issues with her stop you from doing what is right.

Alexis: Why should I care about her? She hasn’t cared about herself in a long time and it shouldn’t be our responsibility…

Sydney: You are correct in that it shouldn’t be, but you have chosen to walk this path now. It is the right thing to do. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Alexis: I don’t think I can Syd…

Sydney: I do not blame you. And I will be there for both of you. Let me see if I can help Alexander do this.

Alexis nods in appreciation as Syd walks out of the locker room as well. She catches up to Alexander as he turns the last hallway and stands in front of the Trinity locker room. Sydney tries to call out, but Alex doesn’t hear her as he kicks in the door.

*Fade for a moment*

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz's lockerroom, The Intercontinental Champ and Hayden Panettiere listening to Davin Moreland's latest verbal diarrhea, or as some might call it a 'promo'.

HP (laughing): He just dosen't get it, does he?

MF (Just shaking his head, his arm in a sling still from last night): First, you fucking idiot, I KNOW DH is going to come out and do everything in his power to take this belt from me. I'm not counting on him to team up with me in the slightest, and I'm fine with that, I'd expect nothing less from him. If he kicks both of our asses and wins this belt, I'll be the first one to shake his hand.

Now, moving on to you. I can't even BEGIN to tell you how much I'm looking forward to this match. I generally refrain from beating on the mentally handicapped, but in your case I'll gladly make an exception. You've been talking shit about me since I've joined this company. Well, guess what, Wednesday is put up or shut the fuck up time. How high would I be on the fraud list if I pinned your overrated ass right in the center of the ring huh?
Call me all the names you want, give as many egotistical rambling douchetastic promos you want, it doesen't change the fact that even right now with one arm, in terms of talent that.....and I'll say this slowly so I can make sure that even you understand this....I Am Better Than You. I am twice the wrestler you are, and I can't wait to beat the everloving shit out of you and prove it. I'll see you Wednesday.

Fade

[BookerShark]

Alexander walks slowly and quietly down the Hallway of Plot Development. He comes to the door for Trinity's locker room and, unlike previous times when he's been there, there is not any OOWF security in front. Instead of smirking and making a remark about Ecosystem being pretty sure of himself, Alexander is all business. He tries the knob, and finding it locked, he kicks the door in to Trinity's locker room. It's empty, but there's a light coming from under a door that must be Firewoman's room.

Alex looks quickly around and sees no one there, and turns to the door. He takes a deep breath, and turns it. It is, surprisingly, unlocked. He takes a deep breath again, and walks inside, shutting the door quickly behind him.

Perspective change and we are inside Fire's locker room. There are many familiar things in there, and it's illuminated by soft white lights and white candles. Firewoman comes out of the back, dressed in her white robe, and with her mask on. The mask hides her eyes.[/i]

FW: What are you...how did you.....

AD: Never mind...we're leaving. Let's go.

FW: I'm not leaving.

AD: Yes, you are, if I have to carry you out myself. Which, you'll probably kill me for, but at this point I'm willing to risk it.

FW: But, I was just going to come find you.

AD: You were?

FW: Yes...you see...you're the last.

Alexander takes a beat to think a minute, about what might make this all easier, so he decides to play along.

AD: Right, okay, yes. I guessed that. I'm greed, yes?

FW: Yes, Alexander. You are.

Alexander drops to his knees, and holds his arms out in front of her.

AD: Then I throw myself at your mercy.

Firewoman hesitates for a moment, and then smiles, and reaches out with hand cuffs and puts them on him.

AD: Hey, wait...I thought...

FW: You thought that if you came here and threw yourself at my feet you would receive mercy?

AD: Well, that and... yeah. If I accept--

FW: Or that I would open my eyes and see that I'd been misled by Ecosystem, and that I should come back with you?

AD: ....

FW: I hate to tell you this, Alexander, but you are mistaken.

There's motion from behind, and Alexander feels a thud on the back of his head, as everything goes black.

Moments later, Alexander awakens, still in Firewoman's room, but he's aware now that they are not alone.

Eco: Good morning Alexander. Sorry it was such a short nap, but we need you awake for your penance.

Alex tries to move, but he can't, as he discovers he is face down on a table, his arms stretched to the sides and bound, and his feet are bound as well. He can still move his head, and he looks up to see Fire seated before him, dressed the same way. He looks up at her.

AD: Fire, please...

FW: Heh...kinda reminds me of our honeymoon. Oh wait, I didn't GET a honeymoon, thanks to you.

AD: I had planned something for New Year's Eve...then you were gone...

FW: I just realized...we don't even have a song.

AD: Fire...you don't need to...

Eco: Oh, but Alexander she does. *He nods to Fire, who stands and walks around the table, almost in a daze.* You see, Alexander, there are many kinds of greed. Most people associate it with money. But yours is about attention and power.

AD: That's ridiculous....

FW: Is it? You're the only person I've met with ambition that rivaled what mine once was, before I saw the light. *She takes her special new pretty knife from Ecosystem as she drifts past him, and cuts Alex's shirt in one fell swoop from the neckline down to the waist, without touching the skin underneath. * You wouldn't let anyone suggest anything to DEA but you, you crave attention and do anything to get it, ring a bell? You upstaged the biggest event in MY life...

AD: Yeah, but did that turn out so badly?

Fire stops in her tracks for a split second, but a stern look from Ecosystem keeps her going.

FW: And let's not forget .... what else you did to me before that....because you weren't getting enough attention from Moose.

Firewoman stops in front of him and lifts her hair, pulling the mask down a little bit to reveal the scar on her forehead.

FW: Remember this?

AD: Fire...I....you forgave me for that....But I'll never forgive myself...I thought we moved past--

FW: Not to mention what you actually did to my brother to GET that attention when you first got here. He bears your scar as well.

AD: Fire...Lisa....listen.....wait!

Firewoman walks toward the back of the room to get ... something. Ecosystem sits down in front of him.

Eco: She's such a good partner...It's a shame that you tossed her aside.

AD: What? I never did that. Ever.

Eco: That's not what she believes.

AD: Only because you're lying...drugging...what are you giving her, anyway.

Eco: Only a slightly stronger version of the drug you give to sorority girls. In fact....

AD: If you touched her...I will kill you for real.

Eco: Don't be silly. *Firewoman returns* The new Lisa Quinn...not Darling...has
been purified by death and rebirth. I would never do anything to violate that purity.
Besides, she's still married to you, although we'll be fixing that soon, I hope.

FW: As I was saying, Alex...you have scarred my brother and I. Sensei Juni thinks it's only fair that the punishment fit that crime...that you bear our mark as we bear yours.

Firewoman walks around to the side and looks down at the exposed skin of Darling's back.

AD: Do you what you want, Fire, but it won't change anything. He won't save the OOWF. That's not why he's doing this. He's doing this to control it, and he's controlling you to do it.

Fire has the blade very close to the skin, smiles, and then stops.

FW: Sensei....

Eco: Fire...you aren't going to disappoint me again, are you?

FW: N....No, Sensei....

Eco: *Getting angry* Then why are you hesitating?

FW: I'm....okay.....

Ecosystem looks right into Alexander's eyes as Fire raises the blade and then slowly brings it down. She focuses intently on the task at hand. Alexander glares at Ecosystem, and grits his teeth, but a few sounds of pain escape. Finally, it's over, as Fire stands back, looking at the "LQD" she has carved into Alexander's back, and then at her hands.

Eco: Well done, Fire.

FW: It's all over my hands.....

Eco: Yes, well....are you done?

FW: I was going to...draw a flame, but I'm not that good. I want it to be pretty.

Eco: Well, that is why I got you a present.

From behind his back, he produces a long metal pole with a shape on the end. It's a
brand, and it somehow is the same brand with the flames on it that Alex used on Moose many, many years ago.

AD: Where the fuck did you find that.

Eco: I am industrious. Fire, shall I prepare this for you?

FW: No...please.

Eco: Lisa.....it's you or him.

FW: ......Yes, please, Sensei.

Ecosystem turns to put the brand in a bed of coals set up just for the occasion. Firewoman walks again to the front of the table and sits down in front of Alexander.

AD: Fire....it's time....you need to walk away now. This... this will heal, and we'll call it even for what I've done, but you need to go now. We'll help you.

FW: Alexander...I want you to really hear me. *she takes her mask off in front of
him, and looks him in the eyes for the first time in months. It's so foggy here...Everything's confused and jumbled, but....Please, PLEASE hear me, and understand. This is how it has to go down. This is the path I am on, and this is the only way to go. It's the only way for me to save the OOWF. It's the only way to save you. It's the only way to save myself. Do you understand? Please tell me you understand. You undertand me better than anyone...it has to be you. Moose would never... You have to understand.

Eco: Fire.....

AD: I understand you think you have to...but you really don't. Do what you have to do. It'll be okay.

Firewoman sighs with relief, kisses Alexander on the forehead, and then stands to take the brand from Ecosystem. She raises it, and hesitates. Ecosystem gets impatient, and grabs her arm, forcing her to press the brand into Alex's back, right below the initials. There's a sizzle, and the smell of burning flesh rises. He can't help it now, and he cries out loudly in pain, and Fire tries to let go, but Ecosystem holds her arm and her shoulder, forcing her to stay. There's a sound at the door, and Sydney's voice can be heard through it.

SW: Alex! Alex! Let me in, what's going on?

FW: You brought...HER?

Alexander tries to answer but can't.

Eco: I told you, Fire....Your alleged corpse wasn't even cold and he was stepping out
with the one woman who would hurt you most.

Fire's face flashes with anger, and she jams the brand a bit harder. Alexander screams again real one, and the banging at the door gets stronger. Fire throws the brand across the room, and flies to the door. She opens it to see Sydney standing there. Fire gets aggressively into Sydney's face, and they stand nose to nose.

SW: Fire...listen to me. You think this is a line that you can't come back from, and I'm here to tell you you're wrong.

FW: You don't know half of what you think you know.

SW: It may be harder now, but you're strong, Lisa. Stronger than anyone I probably
know. You resisted Poe in Japan and I've never seen anyone do that before. so yes, you made your path harder here, but I believe you can still be saved and no matter what you do to Alex, he will keep fighting to save you. The only thing that matters now, is do you want to be saved? Look in the mirror I gave you. The answers are there.

Ecosystem appears behind her, and holds up the mirror Sydney gave her, except the
mirror part has been shattered.

Eco: You mean this one? It's defective. We'd like to return it.

He throws it on the ground at Sydney's feet, then leaves the door, and comes back,
dragging Alexander. He tosses him at Sydney's feet.

Eco: Oh, and take the garbage out with you, as you leave.

Sydney considers attacking but instead grabs Alex by his arms and drag him from the locker room, out into the hallway.

[BookerShark]

Matt Folz and Hayden Panattiere hear clapping at his doorway. he sees J-P Sparxx and Jewel standing in the door way.

HP: You're on the plane!

J-PS: Pre-taped shortie. Tape delay an' all dat junk.

J-P walks up to Folz.

J-PS: 'Sup pahtnuh. How ya doin'?

MF: What do you want J-P?

J-PS: Ya know, I'm not too happy with the way ya treated me last week.

MF: Cry me a river.

J-PS: Dat's cute son, knowwhatI'msayin'? But I gots a message for ya. It's from da main man Davs. Well, actually...it's from me.

J-P kicks Folz in the stomach. He then grabs Fol'z injured arm and wrenches it into an armbar.

J-PS: ARMBAR muhfuckah!

HP: Matt!!

Jewel charges Hayden and Thesz Press'es her. She then grabs Hayden's hair and starts slamming her head into the floor.

J-PS: Get 'er baby!

J-P looks back to Folz.

J-PS: Say goodnight...and good bye to your shoulder bitch.

J-P One Arm DDT's Folz to the floor. Folz rolls on to his back, faintly grabbing his arm as he drifts into unconsciousness. Jewel climbs off of an unconscious Hayden and wraps her arms around J-P's waist.

J-PS: See ya son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Deuces.

[BookerShark]

<we cut to the Detroit Airport - it has a name but I forget and don't want to look it up - where Stan Fulton is waiting in the reserved area bar for the OOWF flight to Key West. Moosehead Jack walks up to him and sits down next to him>

SF: Champ

MHJ: Crusher. Look, I know the match didn't end like you wanted it to, but I told you that the only way for you to prove you belonged in the main event was to prove it. You proved it at Dance of Death

<Fulton seems to consider his words, then looks at Moose>

SF: Maybe I did, but you came you as the world champion, AND you came out as the tag team champions. I would hardly consider that a success for ME

MHJ: Stan, a lot of people hate me around here, and why? Because when I want something, I take it. Friend or foe, I take it. I saw that Stank and I had a chance to win the tag titles and I took it. I saw I had a chance to win the world title and I took it. THAT is what you should take from Dance of Death

SF: So, you are saying that if I want the world title, I should just take it from you?

MHJ: I am not a hard man to find

SF: Or, if I want the tag titles, take them from you and Stank

MHJ: <thinking> You COULD, sure. But the fact is this. Ravenna's heart just isn't in it Stan. You two are a good team, but she is holding you back. You don't need her. You can win my title, you can beat Folz, you can beat Evans. All I am saying is this, think about YOURSELF. You don't need anyone else to get by.

<Moose drains his drink and heads toward the boarding gate. Stan thinks for a moment, then follows Moose to the plane>

[BookerShark]

Dynamite Danny Taylor, Outback Jack and DVD are sitting at a table in the destroyatorium. They are watching tape of Eric and Larson vs. Rav and Fulton. It seems to be on a repeat of Eric using the brass knuckles.

DVD: See this is what I am saying, don't let Eric's jokes fool you. He can be
sneaky and successfull when he wants to be.

Danny frowns at this and taps the knucks on the screen and shakes his head no.

DVD: I get that it's not your style, but you still need to be prepared for it.

OBJ: He's right mate. Eric is a sly one, never turn your back on him. If Larson is fully on page with him, they will not be a team to take lightly.

DVD: Jack's right, but when we get motivated, we can be a deadly unit ourselves. Let's do this one right, no friendships, no distractions, we go in and get the job do.....

DVD's words are cut off by the arrival of Spencer Darling, who is in tears.
Ashley sees this from behind the bar and rushes to her side.

Ashley: Spencer! Baby what's wrong?

Spencer (through tears): She did it. I tried to warn her, but she still did it.

Ashley: What are you talking about?

Spencer pulls away from Ashley and rips the remote from DVD's hand switching it over to OOWF TV where they are replaying Firewoman and Eco's recent actions.The members of D&D sit in stunned silence. This is broken by Spencer.

Spencer: I warned her, and now she must face the consequences. I will go by myself if I have to, so do you have my back or what.

Outback Jack walks forward.

OBJ: You are family Spence. You didn't even have to ask.

Danny looks unsure, and DVD notices this. He heads over and whispers to him.

DVD: When Stank and Moose crucified me, they had your back, they have been like family to us, but this is actuall family to her. I know this isn't your style but it needs to be done.

Danny seems to struggle with this before finally nodding in agreement.

DVD: We have your back Spencer.

Spencer: Good, let's go get those assholes.

Ashley: First you should check on your brother.

DVD: She's right, make sure he is okay first, then we Destroy.

Outback Jack reaches behind the bar and throws several cans of Fosters to the gathered members. He pounds his and crushes the can on his head. Some of the others follow suit. The group then leaves the Destroyatorium as the camera cuts away.

The camera comes back up and we see the group entering the Darling Suites where trainers are working on Alexander. Alexis is seen pacing nearbye and she quickly walks over and hugs Spencer when she sees her. DH is also in the room and he moves over to join the rest of the group. No words are spoken, but DH makes eye contact with everyone and nods in agreement.

Spencer: How is he?

Alexis: He is hurting but stable, the docs say it's bad, but they have kept
blood loss to a minimum.

Spencer: Good, then we have buisness to attend to.

With that she turns back to D&D

Spencer: DH, you in?

DH: In for a dollar in for a dime. (with that DH gives a quick knucklebump to
Jack)

Alexis: Whatever you have planned I want in.

Spencer nods in agreement and the group begins to leave the room. As they are heading out, DVD walks over to Spencer and slips something into her hand.

Spencer: What is...

DVD: You'll know what to do.

As the group leaves, they don't here the whispered voice of Alexander Darling.

AD: Don't hurt her.......

The camera cuts, and now we see Drink and Destroy and the Darling sisters approaching the Trinity lockerroom. However Trinity is not unprepared. Tytan stands ready his trusty shovel in hand. He smirks as D&D takes up defensive stances. Tytan lets out a laugh and then heads forward prepared to do damage. Suddenly the shovel is ripped out of Tytans hand. He spins in surprise to see LD Williams holding his shovel. He spins back around a second to late and eats a Logging Chain assisted fist from DH. This sends Tytan stumbling back into a wall. DH locks eyes with LD.

LD: I'm a man of my word.

DH: So you are. (turning to the rest of D&D) go on, we have this one.

With that D&D continues on towards the Trinity lockerroom. As they approach it, DVD taps Danny on the shoulder and makes Bull horns. Danny nods, ducks his head and barrels through the door taking it off it's hinges. In the room are Ecosytem, Firewoman and Dr. Podvod. They appear to be in the middle of one of Fire's treatments, and are not prepared for this. DVD rushes in with some handcuffs, and grabs Podvod snapping her to a nearbye fixture. Jack and Danny bum rush Eco slamming him against a wall. OBJ pulls out a boomerang covered in glue and glass. He puts it to Eco's throat, and Eco immediately goes still. Alexis attacks Firewoman, and Fire responds in kind, just when it appears that she has the upper hand, DVD clips her knee from behind. Fire goes down and Alexis starts wailing on her.

Ecosystem: Don't hurt her it's me you want.

Danny stares daggers at him, and Jack just laughs.

OBJ: It's not always about you mate.

DVD: You want to save people, think your a messiah, I've always been more of a fan of the old school myths myself. There is one about a phoenix, A beautiful bird that would burn to ash and rise as something stronger, and better. (he looks over at where Alexis continues to wail on Fire.) Well wouldn't you know it a "chick" named Fire. How appropriate.

Ecosystems eyes start to widen in realisation of what is coming. He struggles but Danny and Jack are enough to hold him back.

DVD: Now we just need to make her ashes. Now we could use Fire to do it, but that is too predictable. You can also make Ashes by purifying with water (At this DVD grabs several nearbye bottles of water pouring them over Fire as Alexis continues to wail away.) then igniting with electricity.

At this DVD grabs Alexis and pulls her away as Spencer comes into frame brandishing the Stun Gun DVD slipped her earlier. She places the end into the water pooled around fire and pulls the trigger.

Ecosystem: Noooooooo

He struggles harder, but Jacks custom boomerang cuts him and pushes him back. Fire seems shocked bout not out. She looks at Spencer who pulls the trigger again as Fire convulses. Once more Eco struggles as Fire twitches. Finally Fire makes eye contact with Spencer.

Firewoman: Why?

Spencer: Actions have consequences. Remember this.

With that Spencer pulls the trigger one last time, and Fire falls into
unconciousness from the pain. At this point security begins to file into the
room, as they have finally separated LD, DH and Tytan. Danny let's go of Eco and grabs Alexis pulling her out of the room as DVD pulls Spencer away. Eco looks into Jack's eyes.

Ecosystem: I can still save yo.....

He is cut off from a solid backhand from Jack that drops Eco to the ground.

OBJ: Keep your saving mate. (belches) That's Australian for the destruction has just begun.

With that security is able to get D&D pushed back as medical checks on the
unconcious Firewoman.

Fade

[BookerShark]

OOWF Medical, Matt Folz getting his arm looked at.

Doctor: Your shoulder is seperated, might be damage to your rotator cuff, I recommend at least a week off, so I can get a better look once the swelling goes down.

MF: No

D: Excuse me?

MF: Look, I appreciate your profession, I don't mean to belittle you, but no. I...am....wrestling....Wednesday. I'll sign any waiver you want, but I'm not sitting this match out.

D: Mr Folz, your shoulder is in bad sh..

MF: I'm Wrestling Wednesday, end of discussion, how's Hayden?

D: Concussion, needed a few stitches, but no permanent damage.

Folz nods, with a hard look in his eyes.

D: You must be in a tremendous ammount of pain, I can prescribe some Vicodin if you want?

MF (Glaring): Give me an icepack and shut up. I'll be back to pick Hayden up in the morning.

Folz walks out holding an icepack to his injured shoulder, the ninja cams following him down the hallway.

MF: You know, Sparxx, I was content just to have you challenge me, beat you, and move on my way. But that's changed now, you crossed the fucking line. That's an innocent woman in there, she has NOTHING to do with this. Watch your fucking back moron, I'll settle this with you later.

Now, Davin, if you did order this, to soften me up? I appreciate the irony, I do, but it's not going to help you. I'm going to use my one good arm to choke the fucking life out of you, I could give a shit if I get dq'd or not, I could care less if I get fined, suspended, whatever. You will fucking pay.

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland goes CHARGING~! into J-P Sparxx' locker room without knocking. Jewel seems pissed, Sparxx seems surprised*

JPS: Yo, D-

DM: Shut the fuck up, man! What in the blue fuck is wrong with you, huh?

JPS: Um...WHAT?

DM: What was the rule, fucknuts? Huh? What. Was. The Rule?

JPS: *looks down* To not-

DM: Right. NO backstage attacks without my permission. FUCK! Do you know WHY? J-P? Do you KNOW why?

JPS: *looks indignant and gets in Davin's face* Nah Big man...Whyn'tcha tell me, son?

DM: *annoyed, but not threatened by Sparxx's stance* Because you put his sorry ass over. That's why. By attacking him you put him on your level. It makes you look threatened. It makes you look weak. And you're not weak. And you should fucking know better. Now I have to deal with his horseshit this week acting like he's done something. Know what I mean here, J-P? Do you? Fuck..."Oh My God, You hit Hayden...How Dare you?!?!?!" Fucking hypocrite. First thing he does in OOWF is lay his hands on MY wife and he's got the audacity---fuck...Fucking J-P...The shit I say...It's for a fucking REASON, man! No. Backstage. Attacks. Without. My. Ok. He's not on your level, man. He's not on your level. If you want others to think you're better than he is - you have to believe it yourself. Got it?

JPS: *face changes and takes a half step back* I didn't think of it that way, yo.

DM: I know. So I'm telling you now. If I need your help, I'll let you know. If you need my help, you let me know. That's how it works with me. I appreciate your intentions, ok? But fuck, you opened up a can of fucking worms for me here. Now I have to act like he's worth my time. FUCK. Dammit J-P...*deep breath* Ok. I'm ok now. Am I making myself clear?

JPS: Cri-stal, D.

DM: Fine. See you tomorrow pre-match, ok?

*Davin leaves*

JPS: Well fuck.

J: Why di-int you punchim baby?

JPS: Cause he right baby....he right...

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in* to a currently non-descript locker-room where Bryce Larson, Eric O'Mac and Lauren Phoenix are joined by Maria Kanellis.

BL: So I brought Maria in--

EOM: Wasn't she supposed to accompany you to the ring on Sunday?

MK: Well, that's what he gets for writing a promo and not telling anyone that he was randomly adding that in.

LP: Kayfabe!

BL: What she meant to say was that I didn't apply for her managerial license early enough, and the Michigan Athletic Commission wouldn't allow her to be at ringside.

EOM: The OOWF is governed by an athletic commission in Michigan.

LP: No! You should have asked...

MK: I thought we here for some exciting reasons, Bryce... [Maria nudges Bryce, who reaches down and brings a bag up for everyone to see.]

BL: Right. As you know, we came up with a name for the team. The Brass Knuckle Kings.

EOM: I LIKE IT!

LP: You'd like almost anything.

EOM: YOU ARE CORRECT!

LP: Whatever.

BL: Well, that's what we came up with--

MK: You see, it's a play on the brass knuckles usage--

LP: I think we could figure that one out, Maria?

MK: Right...well, as you know, I made most of my outfits in the WWE. So I took the liberty of making...these!

Bryce pulls out two shiny hooded boxing robes, all white with black trim. He tosses one to Eric, who opens it up to reveal the Brass Knuckle Kings logo...



EOM: I like it! These are nice, Maria.

BL: Maria was fucking--err!--knew some dude from when she was NBC, and he made us the logo.

LP: Kinda looks like some douche could make that in Word.

BL: Word 2010, thank you very much!

EOM: Huh?

BL: Um, nevermind!

MK: Regardless, thanks. I also made these for you guys.

This time Bryce pulls out two pairs of boxing trunks, with the same all-white with black trim design. The BKK logo appears on the right leg. (If the OOWF tours to Mexico, they'll have shorts with logos on the left leg to keep things straight.)

LP: Hey, those are really nice.

MK: Thanks! I also made these for us, Lauren.

LP: Us?

MK: Yeah, if they're dressing like boxers, we should dress like ring girls!

LP: Um, ring girls?

MK: Well, more like how the UFC girls dress.

LP: Ooh, I like the boy shorts and bikini tops!

MK: Great, because yours matches everything else I made!

Bryce hands Lauren her outfit, and she immediately holds it up.

EOM: Won't you get cold?

MK: Yes, we might! And while that will make some fans very happy, I did also make us these!

Bryce holds up a female version of the boxing robe, with no hood.

EOM: Damn, now I see what my Dad saw in you, Maria!

MK: Yeah? Then why did he release me?

EOM: ...

LP: Well, hey, if he didn't release you, we wouldn't have you!

The girls hug, since girls do that.

LP: Aw, this stuff is really cute! I love the boxing theme. I'll order some nice brass knuckles. You can each wear a pair to the ring, one on each hand.

MK: And I was thinking, we should talk to Rick.

EOM: Rick? I don't think he--

MK: It's okay, we're cool. We go way back. I want to get a different entrance for you guys, something off to the side, kinda like how the UFC guys make their entrance. No need for a fancy video that way, we just need to let them know who's coming out.

EOM: Shit, we need a song!

BL: Maria has that covered, too.

MK: Yeah! Turns out some little known rapper named Black Pegasus is releasing a song in the spring.

LP: What does that have to do with any of this?

MK: It's called "Brass Knuckle King."

LP: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

MK: Yeah, check out the plain & simple entrance video I had made for it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqsjhedLCow

EOM: That's catchy!

BL: I know, she did good, huh?

EOM: You know what else we need, Bryce? A posse!

BL: One step ahead of you, Eric. Gentlemen...

A group of guys walk into the locker room. They are somewhat physically imposing. As they line-up, you can see that each one is from a different ethnic background.

BL: Everyone, meet our back-up. We have Lopez (Latin), Chung (Asian), Francois (well, French!), Threefeather (Native American), O’Malley (Irish), Corleone (Italian), Orlov (Russian), Mafutu (Samoan), Jackson (black), and Smith (white).

EOM: Holy shit! Are they wrestlers?

BL: Most of them are trained, but they're not here to wrestle. They're here to--

EOM: Whatever, we're here to wrestle! And fuck some bitches up!

LP: And now you're finally getting it.

EOM: Wow, she really thought of everything. Great job!

MK: Thanks, I want to make sure everything is great for the team.

With that, the group starts discussing much more important business, like how they'll arrange the posse during entrances, when the girls disrobe, the many different ways to sneak brass knuckles into the ring, ...

And we *fade out.*

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is PACING~! angrily. He appears to be somewhat unhinged, as Tytan nurses his jaw. Diana is tending to unconscious Firewoman who has been placed on the couch.

Eco: They did it...I can't believe they FUCKING did it. Just WALTZ in here and....is she awake yet, Doctor?

DP: Well, not yet, but...

Eco: Get the fuck out of the way then, you quack.

Ecosystem throws Diana out of the way, drawing protest from Tytan. He goes to Firewoman and kneels down by her side, shaking her shoulders gently.

DP: I wouldn't do that if I were you...

Eco: Shut up. *softly* Come on, Lisa...You can do it...wake up.....we need you...Trinity needs you.....come on......

Ecosystem taps her lightly on the cheek.

DP: Juni, I don't think--

About the third time he taps her face, Firewoman wakes up. And wakes up swinging. She clocks Ecosystem with an amazingly on-target right cross, knocking him backward. Diana rushes up to soothe her.

DP: Told you...Easy, Fire...you're safe.....it's just us here now.

FW: What the fuck....Sensei! Who hurt you!!

Eco: *rubbing his jaw* You just did. It's okay.....you were ... look, never mind. *he stands* This... this.... OUTRAGE cannot go unaddressed...As soon as you're able, we will --

FW: Do nothing.

Eco: Right...wait, what?

FW: We will do nothing. Don't you see, Eco? The ones who attacked us. Biggest faces in the building. And more than that. They have made a point of staying away from you. From us. Until now. You are getting to them. Your message has reached them and jerked them out of their complacency.

Eco: Hm...maybe....

FW: So we do nothing. We exact our revenge in the ring this Wednesday.

Eco stands abruptly and pulls Fire to her feet, roughly. He looks her in the eyes, his hand digging into her shoulder.

Eco: You are not in charge. I am.

FW: Of course, Sensei. It was merely a suggestion.

Eco: And if I decide to respond?

FW: I will be at your side, as always.

Eco: ....

FW: ....

Eco: Okay...I need to think.

Ecosystem storms away, leaving Tytan, Diana, and Firewoman. The three nod at each other, and then Firewoman gets unsteady on her feet. Diana helps her sit, and then goes to tend Tytan's jaw.

[BookerShark]

GM the Rick's Office[/u]

The President, clad in the finest brown suit and coat complete with ruffled cravat, enters the office with a document in hand. OOWF General Manager the Rick stands up from behind his desk and motions the President to take a seat. The President nods at the GM, but instead moves to stand upright behind the chair, placing the document on the back. the Rick blinks a few times, then sits back down.

GMtR: Well Mr. Lodge, have you reviewed the contract? Is everything to your liking?

President: Indeed, everything appears in order. We observe today not a victory of dedication, but a celebration of freedom - symbolizing an end, as well as a beginning - signifying renewal, as well as change. For I have signed before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath my forebears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago.

GMtR: ....the OOWF isn't nearly that old. I guess professional wrestling might be though. Regardless, that's good to hear. You can actually be added to the upcoming card immediately.

President: Then let every wrestler know, whether they wish me well or ill, that I shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and the success of my career.

GMtR: You should tell them that yourself. Now keep in mind, you need to perform out there. Your worth to us is based around what you can do and provide for this federation.

President: Ask not what this wrestler can do for you, but what you can do for this wrestler.

GMtR: ......you have demands?

President: A hookah would be nice, but don't tell Jackie.

GMtR: Tell her that you smoke?

President: No. About the hookah.

GMtR: ..........

President: ..........

GMtR: ..........that's what I said.

President: Well don't just not tell her about what I do with the hookah after we're done, don't tell her about the hookah at all!

GMtR: Err, ok. Fine. Did you have any particular flavor or type in mind?

President: Clean, no herpes.

GMtR: ........

President: The whore, no dirty broads allowed.

GMtR: Get out.

President: A general manager that is afraid to let its people judge virility and womanhood in an open market is a general manager afraid of its people.

GMtR: Get out.

President: I'll just, ah, leave the contract heah then.

[BookerShark]

A ninjacam fades in to see Chris Evans, with his Onslaught championship, being interviewed.

SFJ: Lionheart, what are your thoughts concerning your title match this Wednesday against your ex-partner and ally, Concrete Tataken Gryfon?

Evans: I honestly wish I could say that I was worried, but in all honesty, I’m really not. Gryfon back in his prime was one of the best around here, a hall-of-fame caliber talent. His feuds with Moosehead Jack are the stuff of legends.

But now...look at your now Gryfon. You’re just a joke. You’re a sad, pathetic, middle-aged man who still likes to play Superhero.

Voice: You know you’ve got a lot of nerve calling him a joke.

Evans turns around and sees Crete and a very pissed-off Ravenna Blue.

E: Well well well, if it ain’t my ex-partners.

Ravenna: Fuck you Evans! You make me sick! How can you stand there and say that Gryfon is a joke? He’s got more dignity than you ever had. And you know damn well that if it weren’t for us, you wouldn’t have won those titles!

CTG: Citizen Blue, please restrain yourself.

E: Now that’s where you’re wrong, Rav. Like I said, Crete was once a great talent. But the one thing that is holding him back, and what was holding me back, is that he allows his dignity to get in the way of what should truly matters in this business.

And last I remember, I didn’t need either one of you to win my Intercontinental title, and I sure as hell didn’t need anyone to win this title. *taps Onslaught championship*

R: And what about trying to help others? Was that just a big lie as well?!

E: What did helping others get me? What did dignity get me? Nothing! What, some Trios titles that I held with a has-been and could’ve-been?

Ravenna slaps Evans hard.

R: How dare you stand here and call me that! And you know damn well that you screwed me over when it comes to that Intercontinental title!

E: Rav, Rav, Rav..don’t you get it? None of that matters anymore. Nobody gives a shit about anyone in this business but themselves.

This is a cut-throat business. Wrestlers will shake your hand one day, all the time while thinking, “How can I screw this guy over for my own benefit?” There are no true allies, only people that can help you reach that next level. And if they can’t do that, you cast them aside. Sorry to break it to ya but, that’s just how this business is.

Besides Rav, you should know this better than anyone else. Haven’t you seen Moose’s latest promo about you?

Evans turns on a nearby TV, which conveniently plays Moose’s latest promo.

SF: So, you are saying that if I want the world title, I should just take it from you?

MHJ: I am not a hard man to find

SF: Or, if I want the tag titles, take them from you and Stank

MHJ: <thinking> You COULD, sure. But the fact is this. Ravenna's heart just isn't in it Stan. You two are a good team, but she is holding you back. You don't need her. You can win my title, you can beat Folz, you can beat Evans. All I am saying is this, think about YOURSELF. You don't need anyone else to get by.

The camera turns back to Ravenna, who looks like she just got punched in the gut.

E: See, as much as I hate to admit it, Moose has got the right state of mind for this business. Allies are great and all, when they can hang in the ring with you. Davin and Sparxx are like that, and that’s why I trust them, and why, though they’ won’t readily admit to it, they trust me as well.

Now all you gotta ask yourself is: Does Fulton trust you?

Evans walks off, leaving Ravenna in shock as we

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

Jim Russ and Darius Prentiss are shown sitting down by a crappy coffee table, and you know what that means, kids... PRE-TAPED INTERVIEW TIME!

Russ: I'm pleased to be here with one of the newest OOWF superstars, Darius Prentiss.

Prentiss: I'm glad to be here, Mr. Ru—

Russ: Just call me JR.

Prentiss: JR. Got it.

Russ: Your career in UFC is certainly a storied one, if not one that is a bit short. What are your thoughts about moving from a mixed martial arts-type organization to the OOWF?

Prentiss: Honestly, I'm glad that the OOWF recognized who I am and what I do. I'm proud to be the first person in the OOWF who has come from the UFC.

Russ: What about Austin Cage?

Prentiss: Didn't that guy never actually wrestle a match?

Russ: Damon Wrath?

Prentiss: That idiot? He'd tell you that Queen Elizabeth showed him her Ultra-Secret Finishing Move if it made him look better. The dude claimed that he and Brock Lesnar are best buddies and that Brock taught him the F-5. I can guarantee that Brock doesn't know that guy, because Brock couldn't care less about wrestling.

Russ: OK, fine. How about Dynamite Danny Taylor?

Prentiss: Try asking him. I've never heard of him fighting there. Then again, I don't think anyone has heard a thing from that man.

Russ: Moving on to a different topic, how do you feel about Charlotte Everstark joining the OOWF as your valet?

Prentiss: Charlotte and I have been great friends for a long time. I'm honored that she's willing to be my associate in this endeavor.

Russ: Any parting thoughts?

Prentiss: Like I said earlier, I'm going to prove to the world that I am an alpha dog and end up becoming the champion that everyone knows I already am. I am, pound for pound, the most punishing pure fighter in the world.

Russ: "Pure" fighter?

Prentiss: Pure as in using my body only. I know that the guys here use all kinds of weird shit when you're fighting... light bulbs, kendo sticks, knives. Hell, I heard that there was one match where some guy got slammed into an iron maiden.

Russ: So you're saying that you aren't a fan of hardcore wrestling?

Prentiss: Are you deaf, JR? That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that I DON'T NEED TO USE WEAPONS TO PROVE THAT I'M THE BETTER FIGHTER.

Russ: You certainly have shown your skill in the octagon.

(A video clip rolls of Prentiss sparring with Gray Maynard, making Kenny Florian submit to the Guillotine choke, and slaming Vitor Riberio in the face with his elbow, causing a torrent of blood to gush from his nose.)

Prentiss: Just wait until you see what I can do in the ring. OOWF Invitational. Be there.

(The scene fades.)

[BookerShark]

~~ Chad & Zane are in the OOWF Promo location ~~

Zane: Tomorrow night, OOWF fans will be treated to a first. The first time that The Measuring Stick of the Tag Team Division, The Texpress, face The Flyin' Hawaii'ans in a one-on -one contest. The first of what should be the greatest series of tag team wrestling this company has ever seen.

I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to this match. When I watch them on tape, I see a team that reminds me of... Us. Fluid ringwork. Instant wordless communication. One man knowing exactly what the other is thinking and is ready for not just the next move, but 2 and 3 moves ahead of that.

Chad: I can see us putting on Match of the Year candidates every night. I can see us making alot of money together. I can see this easily becoming the Edge & Christian v The Hardys and Rock & Roll Express v Midnight Express, the Drink & Destroy v The Heels of the new Decade.

Kai, Aina, I hope you don't take us lightly. I trust you two are smart enough to see past John Quinn & Omar al-Takriti's opinions of us. We'll be ready for a full 8-second ride. Will you?

[BookerShark]

*Unforgiven Training Center*

The scene fades in on a mostly empty gym once again. The lone figure is Matt Folz riding a stationary bike. He has one arm in a sling as he continues to push himself harder. He hears a noise and starts to slow down. He hears what sounds like footsteps behind him and he steps off the bike to turn and we see Alexander Darling walk into the scene. Well, walk is a strong word as he leans on one crutch and hobbles his way towards Matt.

Matt: Hey Alex, I'm glad...

Alexander: Shut up...just shut up.

Matt: Excuse me?

Alexander: You heard me.

Folz looks like he's about to interrupt Alex once again, but Alex holds his hand up and hops over to a nearby bench. Matt walks over and stands over Alex. Seemingly trying to intimidate him, but maybe not. Alex looks up as he sits down...

When I brought Unforgiven together, did you ever wonder why?

Matt: Because you wanted the best. You wanted the people who could lead this company into the future. That's what you told me.

Alexander: In it's simplest form, I guess you'd be right there but there was so much more. Larson's already failed. And you're about to.

Matt: Once again, excuse me? I'm the Intercontinental Champion. I don't see how that can be considered failing.

Alexander: You just don't see it. I'm not sure you ever will. You and Larson are a lot alike but I had hoped that because I was once like you both you'd see that I could help you be more.

Matt: More like you? Like someone who falls for every trap? Like someone who can't even hold on to a belt for more than 5 minutes? Maybe I was wrong to join you. I mean you haven't exactly been a great leader.

Alexander: I never fucking wanted to be your leader Matt. Neither yours nor Bryce's nor DH. I wanted to be a friend. I wanted to be an ally. I wanted to be someone you could lean on for experience around here. Someone who'd been threw the wars and came out not only a survivor, but a winner.

Matt: What kind of winner are you?

Alexander: If you need to ask that, maybe you'll never learn. I'm not Davin, Folz. I'm not going to lead you around on leashes like he has with Evans and Sparxx. Your career is your own. What you do with it is your decision. You can take a step back and really think about what it is you want and if anyone can help you get it. Maybe you realize you need to do it alone. Maybe not. I KNOW I can help. You just have to go all-in. No more half-assed bullshit. No more falling back into old patterns. No more hypocritical bullshit.

Matt: What bullshit?

Alexander: Don't act like a fucking martyr. Sparxx came after you because he has something you want and used what was closest to you to get into your head. You've done it before. I've done. Don't act like he crossed some imaginary line you just created to make yourself feel better. Embrace your past. Move on. Grow. But DON'T EVER FORGET what you've done.

Matt: Is this supposed to be a pep talk?

Alexander: It's whatever you want to take it as Matt. I'm losing my faith that you'll ever learn. Prove me wrong or walk down the same path as Bryce. The door is there, if you choose to leave don't let it hit your ass on the way out. If you choose to stay, grow the fuck up and stop thinking because you carry a belt it means a god damn thing. Titles, championships, belts...they all come and go. You'll lose that and win another and then lose it all in due time. The true measure of a man, of a wrestler is the legacy he leaves. I had hoped Unforgiven could be part of my legacy. Maybe it will, maybe it won't...I know I can't count on it until you start counting on yourself. Show me your measure Matt. Show me what kind of man you are and can be.

Alexander slowly rises from the bench and begins to leave...

I hate saying this to you Matt, I really do but I'm not sure if you'll understand any other way. Remember who I am...I am Alexander Darling, and well, you're still just hoping to be.

Alexander pushes the doors open and leaves Matt Folz staring after him.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is walking through an undetermined hallway, very unusually wearing a suit, purple shirt and purple tie. He runs into Darius Prentiss.

Prentiss: Watch where you’re going there.

Ecosystem whips around.

Eco: Prentiss. Darius Prentiss, right? Would recognize that face anywhere.

Prentiss: Anyone would. You’re Ecosystem, right? The little flippy guy who thinks he’s out to save everyone? Listen, if you’re here to intimidate me—

Eco: Why…why would I do that? I was merely going to make a remark…that your promising career was cut a bit short.

Prentiss: Yeah, well, go ahead and ask Dana White—

Eco: Wrong career. You thought I was complementing you on the UFC? Pre-med, UNLV. Too bad about the family concerns. You would have made a fine doctor.

Prentiss: (a bit taken aback) How do you know—

Eco: Do I look good in this suit?

Prentiss: Excuse me?

Eco: Does the suit fit me? Knowing what I do about, cheerily remarking on it, while wearing a suit, while wearing a SUIT with a TIE, do you feel like it fits me?

Prentiss: …I don’t understand you, and I’m not bothering to play along.

Prentiss exits. Eco whips around and faces a hidden camera. He pulls an envelope out of his pocket.

Eco: I will speak simply.

Drink and Destroy, I will not insult your intelligence and say “It didn’t have to come to this.” Of course, it did.

I’m not…I’m not trying to compete with your fists. Even with Tytan by my side, I’m giving up quite a bit of muscle to you all and Mr. Williams.

I don’t say that lightly. I thought for the longest time I could. I thought that if enough saw the light…or if the right ones saw the light…then I could compete. But I can’t…I just can’t.

What everyone fears about Ecosystem has never been his fists, his kicks, his muscle. What everyone fears about Ecosystem is his mind. The idea that I’m a step ahead. The idea that I am a compelling enough figure to make even the strongest spirits in the OOWF bow their heads when I speak…you wish to believe I am a trickster, but is it not equally plausible that I reveal truths of which you could not dream.

My friends in the OOWF, have you ever stopped to consider my life? Have you ever stopped to consider what an absurdity it is? Raised by a single mother in the ghettos of Nagoya, forced to work for a gang that amputated my finger at the age of fourteen…I should have been lost, discarded. If anyone is lucky enough to escape that, they become like our friend Moose…or worse.

That’s not what happened to Junichiro Muyo. Junichiro Muyo was not discarded, incarcerated, left to be a statistic. Junichiro Muyo was accepted to Yale fucking University and holds a degree from Yale Law. Junichiro Muyo—as a low-class, dirt-poor student—became independently wealthy through his own work and investment beyond his classmates’ wildest dreams. Junichiro Muyo recruited for and started a wrestling company at the age of twenty-fucking-three that is still standing today.

Consider what I have done. Consider my potential. And now stop and ask yourself: What am I doing here? Why is Junichiro Muyo allowing himself to be the punching bag in the dregs of the most reviled industry in the world?

C.S. Lewis poses a Trilemma for Christ to challenge atheists:
1) Either Jesus was a charlatan and a liar
2) OR Jesus was insane and deranged
3) OR Jesus was the Messiah

I pose a similar proposition to you all.
1) Either Eco is a liar, promoting himself with false tales
2) OR Eco is insane and deranged
3) OR Eco has a greater plan

I humbly request that you search your souls and consider your choices. And consider well whether a lunatic could have accomplished what I accomplished…raised the funds that I did…made the friends I have. Our current world champion, Lisa’s brother, has made a point of disdaining those who have been successful…men of certain means.

I don’t claim it is sour grapes. But I do claim it is ignorance. Ignorance of what real power in this world looks like. You can’t see power watching the riots in Egypt or hear it in listening to the State of the Union. The greatest power is not merely held by the elites of our society, but is only known to the elites of our society.

And at the end, only those silent elites…only they…only we…can save our world.

Eco reaches into his coat pocket and removes an envelope.

Eco: When I don’t wear this jacket for a long time, I forget that this envelope is in here. I forget how deep a game I can play. And I forget that no matter what is thrown at me…there’s always a backup plan.

Ecosystem can forget this jacket, forget this envelope, forget what it all means. But Junichiro Muyo will not. And for now, Junichiro Muyo will return to his friends. And Junichiro Muyo will wear the jacket that holds the envelope.

Junichiro Muyo takes his jacket, quietly buttons it, and walks off.

FADE[/i]