OOWF Mid-Summer Night's Scream 5 PPV

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OOWF Mid-Summer Night's Scream 5
Live! From Athens, Greece

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

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Zane Myers vs. Stan Fulton vs. JW Westgaard

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Stank vs. El Lobo Sangriento

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Match - Onslaught Rules[/u]
Drink & Destroy vs. Brass Knuckle Kings

Empty Arena, No-Disqualification, 60-Minute Iron Man Match[/u]
Davin Moreland vs. Moosehead Jack

Steel Cage Match[/u]
Ketsueki Seishin vs. J-P Sparxx

Steel Cage Match[/u]
Regicide vs. The Night Marchers

Chad Madison vs. Psykle vs. Mai Muyo vs. CC Scott


Card subject to Spartan invasion

[BookerShark]

The three members of Drink and Destroy sit at a table sharing a pitcher. Ashley and Spencer are setting things up at the bar. DH is rubbing the back of his head as the camera joins them mid conversation.

DH: Not the best night for me, but congrats to you two. A win like that is sure to put you right back in the title hunt.

Danny points to Jack and himself and then shrugs.

OBJ: Yeah, I'm with Danny, I never knew we weren't in title contention.

DH: Either way, that was a solid win.

Danny holds up three fingers and then raises his eyebrows.

OBJ: Yeah, we can worry about the tag belts later, we have a trios defense.

DH: Onslaught rules, BKK says they think that puts us at a disadvantage.

OBJ: I'm a former onslaught champion.

DH: I'm a former onslaught champion.

Danny frowns. OBJ gives him a massive clap on the back.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for don't worry you will get your chance someday. I'm sure of it.

DH: Regardless, as much as we do get pidgeonholed as brawlers, Danny is much more a power wrestler type guy I would say.

Danny flexes a bicep in response.

OBJ: Yeah, this may not be one of our go to stips, but we aren't exactly gonna be baby roos in this situation either.

Suddenly Danny's eyes widen and a huge smile crosses his face. DH and Jack turn to follow his eyes and the camera spots Dashing Victor Deniro leaning in the doorway. He has a small smirk on his face.

DVD: Miss me?

Ashley and Spencer: VIC!

The two girls head over giving DVD a massive group hug.

DVD: Not that I'm complaining, but go easy girls, I'm still pretty banged up.

The two back off as the boys join them.

DH: Good to see you up Vic.

OBJ: Yeah mate, glad your back.

Danny just keeps smiling as he nods in agreement.

DVD: Yeah, yeah, enough with the mushy stuff. Don't we have some titles to focus on holding on to.

Danny nods in agreement and they head back towards the table as Ashley lines up another round.

FADE

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Firewoman is SUPERVISING~! the dismantling of the ring, with Lucky as her assistant. Mai Muyo comes skipping by.

MM: Miss Fire!!!

FW: No....not that.....

MM: Did you see my match? Wasn't it awesome!

FW: You lost.

MM: I know!!! But it was just...AMAZING! Thank you SO MUCH for this opportunity!

FW: It was your idea.

MM: Oh ... right!!! Heeeheeeeheee!!

Mai goes skipping away with Fire and Lucky watching her.

L: That apple didn't fall far from the other one.

FW: Yeah. Nice to see she has the same crazy messianic delusions her brother does.

L: Oo! *Lucky checks his cell phone* Dr. Podvod has your results. She's flying in to meet us in Athens.

FW: COOL! I can't wait to get the details. Oh, book a trip to the Temple of Artemis. Goddess of childbirth and all that.

L: Got it.

FW: Can you watch this? I'm going to get some disgusting herbal tea or some shit from Ric's.

Lucky nods, and Fire heads to Ric's Sandwich shop. He is apparently still pissed about his double head-butt, so he doesn't even give her a greeting "Woo." She just smiles at him and grabs a cup, tea stuff, and sits down. Moosehead Jack comes and sits down with him.

FW: Go away.

MHJ: Look about before....

FW: I don't care if you do apologize, you are not conducive to a warm, nurturing peaceful environment.

MHJ: I'm not here to apologize. You gave just as good as you got and...hey! Why are you not paying attention to me?

The camera shifts, and we see what has distracted Fire. Ket and Aisha go walking by. Fire blows past her brother, who follows her quickly. Not quickly enough as Fire catches up to Ket and spins him around by the shoulder. He turns ready to defend, but then sees who it is. He doesn't exactly relax, but he doesn't strike either. There's a long stare-down, allowing Moose to catch up, and Aisha to turn around, realize Ket is no longer behind her and retrace her steps to get back to where Fire and Ket are. Uncomfortable moments follow.

Aish: Everyone else may want to protect you in your delicate condition. I could care less. So let us go on our way or I'll--

FW: You'll do nothing and you know it, little girl. to Ket. Take it off.

Ket doesn't move or react in any perceivable way.

FW: I'll send the ninja cams away. I know how this works. Take it off.

Ket still doesn't respond.

Aish: I'm not a little girl anymore, bitch.

FW: That doesn't mean you're ready to step on up to me. Besides this isn't about you.

MHJ: Fire...don't.

FW: Seriously? Again?

MHJ: Leave it alone, okay? This won't end well.

Firewoman fumes at Moose. She looks at Ket, totally dismisses Aisha (which pisses her off even more).

FW: Whatever....fine. I'm done with you.

Firewoman storms off. Ket, Moose, and Aisha stare after her, then exchange looks, and walk off together.

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There is a knock on the door of Alexander Darling's locker room. Alexis gets up and opens the door to find Mai Muyo there with a plastic bag.

Alexis: Can I help you?

Mai: Is...Is Alex home?

Alexis: One minute.

Alexis slams the door in Mai's face.

Alex: That wasn't totally necessary.

Alexis: You really want another Muyo around the locker room?

Alexis and Alex go back to stretching. Shortly after, there is another knock on the door. Alexis opens...and Mai is there.

Mai: It's been a minute! Do you need another one?

Alexis: Have you just been standing there?

Mai: Uh-huh. You said a minute, so I set my stopwatch, and I waited, and the alarm went off, so then I knocked again.

Alex: Just...come in.

Mai skips in the room and hops on Alex, giving him a giant hug. Alex is taken aback.

Mai: THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!

Alexis: What's in the bag?

Mai: No, no...well, this is pretty cool too...but HUGGING ALEXANDER DARLING! (Mai lets go) You're like, the World Champion AND the biggest hero in the company! That's so awesome to see someone get what they deserve.

Alexis: See? Muyos, always talking about Alex getting what he deserves.

Alex: Shut up.

Mai: You must feel so blessed by God for your gifts!

Alex: Um...well, I don't know if--

Mai: (ignoring) Soooo....I was wondering if you could sign something for me.

Alex: ...like an autograph?

Mai: Yeah!

Alex: ...You know you work here, right?

Mai: Well, not just any autograph.

Mai reaches into her bag and pulls out a Darling Man and Goldie Girl action figure set.

Alex: Is that...

Mai: From the two weeks you were pretending to be in the Heroes' Guild in response to Bryce Larson claiming he was in Run DEA? Uh-huh. The action figure was made limited edition when there was high enough demand that the OOWF jokingly sent around twenty-five in a promotional effort, and I put my name in the sweepstakes and well, I asked Juni to make a call for me, and I WON! I mean I'll always feel like it was kind of wrong, to take that advantage...but it's not like anyone had the right to it anyway....

Alex: Well, okay, sure.

Alex takes out a pen and scrawls "Alexander Darling" in script across the top.

Mai: Great! Aw, I wish I could keep this...

Alexis: You can. Things don't become his property just by him signing them.

Mai: No...it was wrong of me to have Juni make that call. I've felt really bad about it since, but I knew I could get more money for it if Alexander signed it...so Alex, you're going to have to pick your favorite charity, and you have all today to think it over, and then I'm going to put it on eBay tomorrow and we'll donate the proceeds! That way, you can help people and I can repent! Isn't that nifty?

Alex: Nifty?

Mai: I KNOW IT IS!

Mai hugs Alex, throws the package back in the bag and skips out the door.

Mai: Thankssomuchyouguys!

Alex: ...Huh.

Alexis: Fruit basket.

Alex: Well, a fruit basket with good taste.

Alexis: ALEXANDER!

Alex: What?

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Samantha Darling-Moreland is DRIVING~! Davin's shitty Camry that magically goes wherever they do. Moonbeam and Shawn are in the backseat, and appear to be in listening/don't interrupt mode. Davin's in the passenger's seat, pushed all the way back, with a crutch next to him, wedged between the seat and the door. His knee is heavily, HEAVILY wrapped, with an ice pack underneath it. Going on facial expressions alone, Samantha looks pissed at Davin. Davin looks pissed at himself. It's also eerily quiet in the car, and looks like it has been since they left the hospital*

SDM: *sort of quietly* I fucking told you.

DM: Really? Fucking REALLY?? We're going to do THIS right now?

SDM: What, Davin? What do you want me to say? I fucking TOLD you this was going to happen. Now you've gone and fucked up your knee even more, and, OH YEAH, you've got a "First guy to die loses" match on Sunday against Moose. Remember that?

DM: I remember that.

SDM: So?

DM: So? So what? Sew fucking buttons. I don't care. I just can't be bothered with this right now.

SDM: Wait...you can't be bothered with ME right now? Fuck you, Davin.

DM: Oh grow up, Samantha. Jesus, this isn't about YOU, ok? It's not about US, it's about ME. Just me. Not the company, not the brand, not the image, not the character. It's about me. I'm trying to think and it's not coming together yet. And it's pissing me off.

SDM: Think about what? About how you're going to go home and get your knee looked at? That's a start.

DM: You're funny.

SDM: Excuse me?

DM: I have a match in 4 days. *checks his cellphone* Sorry. 3 days. I'm not going anywhere but Athens after tonight. Go home. That's hilarious.

SDM: See, now that's just selfish. This is EXACTLY what I was talking about before your match tonight. The doctor said-

DM: The doctor said it's just a sprain. I'll be fine.

SDM: -said that although THIS injury is just a sprain, most likely, there's no way they can tell for sure until you get it scoped. And you need 2-4 to recover from that. You know...NOT IN A FUCKING MATCH 4 DAYS LATER!

DM: 3 days. Stop getting yourself all worked up.

SDM: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO-

DM: Turn's right here.

SDM: *takes a deep breath as they pull into the parking lot* Davin, I demand you go home tomorrow morning and get your knee looked at by an actual doctor. I forbid you to compete until you do.

DM: *opens his door and gets the crutch ready* You're funny, sweetie. *He hops up and starts crutching to the door. Shawn and Moony are on either side* I thought you talked to her, Midget.

OGMSJ: I did! I swear! She seemed ok with it until after the match. I don't know what happened.

SFJ420: I do. He lost.

*They both turn sharply to look at her*

SFJ420: What, man? Yeah, Folz is a piece of shit. Yeah, he went with the Hines Ward cheap shot before the match even started. Yeah, he couldn't beat you even though you're on one leg, so he had to cheat to get it done. But in the end, you lost. And that's why she's pissed. Because you went through all of that for nothing, man.

DM + OGMSJ: You just don't get it...

DM: Weird.

SDM: *following from behind* I don't get it. I don't want to get it. You're fucking CRAZY, Davin Moreland. You're not ok in the head! I mean....

DM: This is new information? Sammy, listen. I'm going to do my best to explain this...

*They get inside the locker room*

DM: That was my shot at a World Title, ok? Probably my last one for quite some time, because I go back down the pecking order. Hell, I may not even be in the World Title division after tonight. Yeah, I got screwed over. Fine. That happens. It's wrestling. And instead of an epic Alexander Darling/Davin Moreland title match on Sunday, they get to see an Alexander Darling/FuckThatGuy squash. Should be fun watching FuckThatGuy try to last 10 minutes with Alex without Chris running around doing his dirty work.

OGMSJ: Wait, did you just say "Chris"?

DM: *smiles* Yeah. Sure. He found out about that little, talentless shit tonight for himself. You know, he might come out with the old "well, I would have done the same thing" rationalization. And who knows, maybe he would have. But Evans had that piece of shit Choked. Out. The guy who was supposedly all about competition. The guy that was his tag partner. You know, there's no honor amongst thieves. We all know that. But after I was done knocking that prick's tooth out - now that he's going to sound like Willie Whistle until he can find a dentist - Evans was standing right there on the ramp. He looked at me, and I looked at him. In that moment, and he'll probably never admit it, but he knew he made a mistake. That's why I tossed the knucks down by him. The piece of shit in the ring who had just screwed him out of a World Title Shot not an hour beforehand...that's who he sided with. I figure he should at least have the knucks with his own blood on them.

OGMSJ: Oh. Uh...ok. You realize he'll never say any of that, right?

DM: Moony? You're the interviewer. What's he going to say?

SFJ420: *eyes roll back in her head for a second, sort of like Jack of the Hinterlands* You know, Davin likes to talk a lot. But he's just jealous he didn't win. As far as me and Matt Folz? Yeah, we're still boys, because honestly? If I were in his position? I'd do the same thing. *shakes her head and appears to rejoin us here on Earth* Woah, man...that was...woah...

DM: But the fact is...and Davin ALWAYS knows what the facts is...he might feel that way about just anyone, but not with someone he's supposedly close friends with. It's an ultimate betrayal, and goes against every fiber of his being to not absolutely beat the shit out of him.

OGMSJ: *thinking* Yeah. You know, that's probably right. That competition stuff is for real with him. But so is being betrayed by someone he considers a friend. He might say the right things after this, but there's no way that's how he actually feels.

SDM: Well, this is all very exciting and all. But Davin, you're still a douchebag. I'm going to bed.

DM: Hey, way to demonstrate that open mind all you Darlings are so famous for.

SDM: Fuck off and die.

DM: Isn't that nice?

SDM: You coming soon?

DM: Not yet. I've got a couple stops to make.

SDM: Are you retarded?

DM: No. I saw Vic's back. I wanted to check in and say hi.

SDM: Oh *softens* Wait..you said a couple stops.

DM: Yeah. I need some advice. From someone who knows me probably better than I know myself.

SDM: So...you're stopping in the bedroom? That's cute, honey.

DM: No.

SDM: Then who? Shawn?

DM: No.

OGMSJ: Chad and Zane?

DM: Good idea, but no.

SFJ420: Not Fire?

DM: No. God no. Not Fire.

SDM: Then who?

DM: You'll see. G'night Angels.

OGMSJ/SFJ420/SDM: *halfheartedly* Goodnight, Charlie.

---

*Davin crutches his way over to the Destroyitarium, where he just comes on in. Spencer sees him first*

SD: Davin! How the hell are ya!

DM: Pretty good, kiddo. I heard you got a-

*Davin turns around to see DDT, OBJ and DHM behind him, looking a little menacingly*

DM: -Mags. Jack. Danny.

*None of them says anything*

DM: I heard Vic was back, I just wanted to check in with him.

*With that, Danny nods and gestures to the other room. Davin and Vic have a friendly but short conversation, and Davin crutches his way out after refusing a drink, but promising to make up for it another time. He's a-crutchin' and a-crutchin', and he finally makes his way to a familiar sign on the door. "DEA Suites". He knocks. The OOWF World Champion answers, and obviously looks surprised*

AD: What?

DM: Nice to see you too.

AD: Nice crutch.

DM: Can I come in?

*Alex gestures and Davin takes a seat on one of the couches*

AD: So?

DM: Oh. Well, see, I have this match with Moose on Sunday...

AD: No shit, really? I never would have noticed. It's only been in every promo from each of you over the last 3 months or so.

DM: Why are you cranky?

AD: Because Stank annoys me.

DM: He's an alright dude when he's got his head on straight.

AD: DID YOU SEE-

DM: Yes Alex. I saw. No harm done. Besides, you've got a chance to squash that little piece of dogshit on Sunday. And you'd better fucking do it, too.

AD: Or else what? You're gonna crutch me to death?

DM: You're funny. And here you are, you say you're not funny. You're totally funny.

AD: Ass.

*Firewoman comes out from one room*

FW: Alex? What is going...oh...uh...Hi Davin.

DM: Hi.

FW: Umm...what are you doing here?

DM: I came to get some advice on my match with Moose.

FW: From ALEX??!?!

AD: Hey, don't act like that's such a crazy idea.

DM: Actually, no. Not from Alex.

AD: The fuck?

FW: Wait...you mean from ME? I don't think that's such a good-

DM: No. You either.

FW: Wait..no? What do you mean "no"?

AD: Then why the fuck are you here?

*Another door opens. Alexis Darling, clearly having just woken up, is in the doorway.*

LD: Hey Davin.

DM: Hey Lexie.

LD: What's up?

DM: Got a minute?

LD: Yeah, sure. Come on in. I'll make coffee.

*Firewoman and Alexander kind of look at each other as Davin crutches into Alexis' suite - with Alexis and Davin both acting like this shit happens every day*

FW: What in the blue fuck...

AD: *jaw open* Did that really just happen?

FW: Those two are just so...

AD: Weird?

FW: Weird.

AD: ...

FW: Do we have any more pickles?

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*We see Justin Sane chatting with a bartender but speaking in Mycenaean Greek. How Justin knows Mycenaean Greek would be asking for too much of an explanation. Fortunately the bartender understands enough of it to fufill Justin's order and engage the man in conversation that the other Americans sitting in the bar would just as soon, not know what is being said. Moosehead Jack, LD Williams, Tytan, Stan Fulton and Stank are sitting in the back of Bar Secreto in Athens, Greece, and we catch them mid-coversation.*

SF - ... can't BELIEVE I'm walking out there Sunday WITHOUT the Intercontinental championship!

MHJ - That Texas retard is living on borrowed time.

Tyt - Stank what's got you in a mood?

*Stank turns from looking out the window to address Tytan's question.*

Stank - Alex annoys me.

MHJ - To put it mildly.

LDW - It's not Alex you have to worry about on Sunday.

Stank - Believe me LD, I know. This will be my first real test defending the Onslaught Championship. Don't be shocked when I beat Lobo and retain.

LDW - 10 bucks says you get disqualified.

Stank - You're betting against me?

LDW - Normally I wouldn't. In fact there are only two instances where I would make the bet. In a match against me...

*Stank smirks.*

LDW - Or in an Onslaught rules match.

Stank - Make it a thousand and you're on.

LDW - Done.

Stank - That's a thousand U.S. dollars my friend. Don't send me a chest full of Canadian coins.

LDW - Jerk.

MHJ - Gentlemen I'd like to discuss what happens after Mid-Summer Nights Scream.

Stank - Wait, wait, Moose... SHIT!

SF - What?

Stank - Nicole is walking over here with a camera guy.

MHJ - Nicole?

Stank - Sexy Female Journalist number three.

MHJ - Are you serious?

*Moose turns around and looks out the window in the direction Stank is staring.*

Stank - Fuck! We've been good about avoiding the ninjacam.

Tyt - There must be some in here.

Stank - Shit! Here she comes. ACT NATURAL!

*Stank casually yawns and stretches his arms out, as Moose hops up and makes his way over to the bar. Tytan stands up and shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels, whistling an unknown tune. LD picks up a nearby magazine and starts thumbing through the pages. Stan Fulton has taken a sudden interest in the artwork and walks over to a large painting hung on the other side of the room, as SFJ#3 walks in. She takes in the scene, smirks, and heads straight for Stank. Stank rolls his eyes and looks down at his beer. As SFJ#3 nears Stank pulls his beer mug up to his lips and drinks slowly, looking at the interviewer through his beer glass.*

SFJ#3 - What's going on here, Stank?

*Stank holds up one finger, gesturing for her to wait as he finishes off his beer. Stank sets the beer mug down, then looks up at SFJ#3.*

Stank - Nothing.

SFJ#3 - Really?

*Stank shrugs his shoulders.*

Stank - Nothing. What?

SFJ#3 - Cut the bull.

Stank - What bull?

SFJ#3 - Just admit it!

Stank - Admit what?

SFJ#3 - You're in a stable!

Stank - Don't be ridiculous.

SFJ#3 - You're here in a bar with the same four guys we always see you hanging out with!

Stank - What? OH! I didn't even know they were here. Sup LD?

LDW - How you doing Stank?

Stank - Nice weather we're having.

LDW - Can't complain.

SFJ#3 - Oh for the LOVE of- YOU FIVE are the ONLY ONES in HERE!

Stank - Is that Moosehead Jack by the bar?

LDW - Where?

*Justin Sane walks out of the restroom oblivious to the proceedings.*

Stank - Justin! You ready to go?

JS - Yeah? Are we all going togeth-

Stank - JUSTIN! What a kidder that Justin is!

SFJ#3 - You are here together aren't you?

Stank - I swear I have NO idea what you're talking about.

SFJ#3 - Why don't I ask Justin?

Stank - Uh... no we, we gotta go.

SFJ#3 - What's the matter? Are you saying I can't interview Justin Sane?

*This whole time Justin has been looking between SFJ#3 and Stank in confusion.*

JS - I wanna do an interview!

Stank - No Justin. Really... we're leaving.

JS - But... no one ever interviews me.

Stank - Justin you can do an interview later.

SFJ#3 - Oh COME on Stank! What are you afraid of?

JS - YEAH! What r you afraid of BOSS?

Stank - I'm NOT afraid.

JS - To take a stand!

SFJ#3 - Take a stand, Justin.

*Stank shoots SFJ#3 a "seriously?" look.*

JS - EVerybody everybody.. come take my hand come take my hand.

Stank - He's singing Eminem. You still want to interview him?

SFJ#3 - um....

JS - We’ll walk this road, walk this road..

SFJ#3 - Wow. He's singing the echo and everything.

Stank - Yeah and he'll keep going like that for the rest of the day.

SFJ#3 - I'm on to you Stank. I'm on to ALL of you.

Stank - Who are you talking abou- OH HEY Stan!

SF - Stank! Buddy! What's happening, my man?

Stank - I'm here in a bar!

SF - Well so am I!

Stank - HEEYYYY!

SF - HEYYYY!

SFJ#3 - You two are ridiculous.

SF - Look there's TYTAN!

Fade

[BookerShark]

*The next morning. Alexander is in the main room checking e-mails and such, when Davin and Alexis come out of her room. They look pretty much the same as they did when they went in - just that they haven't slept. Alexander looks up slack-jawed*

DM: Well...thanks, partner. As usual, you make a ton of sense.

LD: It's just a question of what you want, Davin. And when you've got THAT figured out; you've got to be able to reach the level of commitment to attain it. Regardless of the consequences. I mean, you've got a LOT of consequences to think about.

DM: Yeah. But in this case, my mind's already made up. He thinks that I'm not going to take that extra step to do what I said I was going to do. But he's wrong.

LD: So that's it?

DM: Yeah. That's it. Thanks for everything. You've always been the best partner a guy could have. You know, there's no "Davin Moreland: GOAT" if there's never an "Alexis Darling: Co-CEO of Run DEA". You know that, right?

LD: *smirks* Yeah, you're not so bad yourself, I guess.

*Davin gives her a one-armed hug*

DM: Bye Lex.

LD: Bye Davin, it's been fun.

*Alexander still looks on, still not saying anything*

DM: What the fuck is wrong with you?

AD: So...wait, you just spent ALL NIGHT in there-

DM: Talking.

AD: -Talk...wait...you mean to tell me "Nothing Happened"? Seriously?

DM: I'm married now, ass. Yes. Nothing happened other than a long-ass discussion between a couple of buddies who have been through a lot. I don't care if you believe it or not.

AD: You should c-

DM: Whatever, Champ. Good luck to you. *punches him hard in the arms as he crutches out the door* Why can you be more like your sister?

*Davin leaves*

AD: What in the fuck was that about?

LD: You're seriously the worst twin ever. If you don't know, I don't have the energy to explain it to you. I have to pack.

AD: Lexie, wait.

LD: *punches Alex HARD in the same arm* Why can't you be more like Davin sometimes? Geez. *she leaves, presumably to go pack*

AD: What the fuck just happened?

*Davin has crutched his way to the Texpress Locker Room. He knocks, and Bridgette answers*

B: Oh. Hi Davin.

DM: Hey. Can I come in?

B: Well, I mean, the boys are kind of busy.

DM: What, is there a cover charge or something? Are you really trying to be a bouncer to me right now?

B: Listen, I just don't think it's a good idea.

CM: *From inside* Davin!

DM: Chad! Can you tell Steve Wilkos here to let me in?

CM: What's wrong with you, Bridgette? It's Davin for Pete's sake.

DM: Do you-

CM: Don't.

B: I just don't think it's a good idea...

DM: Listen. Bridgette. I'm not going to stay long. I don't come bearing schemes or plans or anything like that. I'd like to speak with my brothers. That's brotherS. So if you don't mind, please let Zane know I'm here.

B: Absolutely not.

ZM: *from the other room* What's going...oh, hey Davin.

DM: Zane. May I come in?

ZM: Um, of course. Why aren't you in al-

*Bridgette shoots a look back at him*

ZM: Bridgette. Let him in, please.

B: I don't think that's a good idea.

ZM: Your opinion has been noted. Now, let him in please.

*Bridgette angrily moves out of the way and then storms out of the room*

ZM: Sorry about that, it's just-

DM: Yeah, don't worry about it. I rub a lot of people the wrong way. Nice to see you two in the same room together.

CM: Do we have to talk about that now, Davin?

DM: Well, kinda, yeah. I mean, I've sat back and watched this whole situation happen, and I've kept my mouth shut. But I think it's time that I butt in.

ZM: Surprised it took you this long.

DM: A joke. Clever. I get it. Listen, you guys may not care, but this is a pretty serious situation.

CM: Davin, he's just-

ZM: Don't put this on me, Chad-

DM: Ok, see? Enough. E-fucking-nough already. You two are the Greatest Tag Team in the History of Recorded Time. You know who gave you that nickname? Me. And you know WHY you're the greatest?

CM: Because we've been together so long?

DM: No.

ZM: Because we have similar histories and complimentary movesets?

DM: No.

ZM: ...

CM: Why then?

DM: You'll love this. It's because you both have the charisma and talent to excel and become superstars as singles competitors, but when you team up you put your egos aside and let the best of both of your games come to the forefront. Think: 2008 Celtics.

ZM: We're Spurs fans.

DM: Yeah, that doesn't matter.

CM: It does matter. The Celtics aren't as good as the Spurs.

DM: Ok, SERIOUSLY? That's not the point. The point is, you're both too fucking good to let this petty bickering get in between you. I don't know if there's a Yoko effect here, or-

ZM: HEY~!

DM: -or what. But I know one thing for sure. You guys are wasting your primes fighting like this. If you want to go win singles titles, GO WIN SINGLES TITLES. Who cares? Do what makes you happy. But you don't have to be mad at the other one for it. And when you're done, you guys may want to try teaming up again full time. And THIS time, you can be secure in the fact that you're both good enough to be champions on your own - but you know damned well that together, you're unstoppable. I don't expect that this is going to change everything with you two. I'm not that naive. But just think about it, ok? If there's no Phantos and Lucios...if there's no Texpress...there's no Davin either. You're both responsible for creating this monster - so the least you can do is show everyone out there that you're not all bad.

*They both laugh*

DM: All right, I've gotta get out of here. Thanks guys. For everything.

CM: Uh, sure, no problem, D.

ZM: Thanks for checking in with us. You should drop by more often.

*silence as Davin starts to crutch to the door*

CM: Davin? What's going on?

DM: *smirks* There's a lot you don't know about me.

CM: Aww Man!

ZM: And then THAT happened.

*Davin's a crutchin'-and-a-crutchin'. He stops at J-P Sparxx' door. Not surprisingly, he has to knock for a while before someone answers. J-P answers, clearly having just woken up*

JPS: The FUCK ma-...oh, sup D. Watchudoin here so damn early at da asscrack o dawn, ya heard?

DM: Sorry to wake you up, J-P. Just wanted to stop by and talk for a sec.

JPS: Come on in, Dawg. Mi casa is su casa an' shit.

DM: J-P, you know, when you first came in to OOWF, I thought I saw something in you, you know? You were green as shit but man, you had skills, you know?

JPS: You said dat wit a "z", right?

DM: Sure. Skillz.

JPS: Das whatimtalkinbout.

DM: I've seen you grow and mature in such a short period of time, I mean, it's only a matter of time before you're the face of the company, you know?

JPS: Da franchise?

DM: *smiles* Yeah. The Franchise. Listen, this is important, ok? Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't be the best in the business, ok? People are going to underestimate you. People are going to misjudge you. People are going to overlook you. They're going to think you're a clown and a joke. Don't you ever, EVER listen to that shit, you hear me? You're as good as there is. Don't you ever forget that. Ya heard?

JPS: *smiles* Yeah, Davin. I gotchu. Why you be bringin alldat in here though?

DM: Just in case, man. Just in case. I'm damn proud of you, ai'ght?

JPS: Yeah man. Thanks.

*They do like a handshake/hug/handpound thing, and Davin crutches on out of there. He ends up back in his own locker room, where all the Angels are gathered and glaring*

DM: Good Morning, Angels.

SFJ420/OGMSJ/SDM: ...

DM: Well, let's get moving. We've gotta get to Athens.

SDM: We need to talk first.

DM: We can talk on the way. Let's move, kids.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Lots and lots of time passes. On the site in Athens, Fire is setting up her commissioner's office. Opus is playing in his tub. Lucky comes in.

L: Man, that was a shitty flight.

FW: I know. And not being able to take anti-anxiety meds sucks.

L: Still you did well. I'm sure that flight attendant will heal quickly.

FW: Let's hope.

L: So...your mother called....

FW: Not sure I'm there yet....

L: She agreed to all the caveats and restrictions and rules.

FW: She did? Damn...I suppose I'll have to tell Alex then....

L: He might notice, yes.

FW: ... and Moose.

L: Good luck with that.

FW: Yeah...I think I'll.......

Firewoman stops talking and seems to be hearing something.

L: What's up?

FW: I'll...I'll be back later.

Firewoman gets up and leaves. She walks down the hall, and around a corner until she gets to the loading dock, and plops down next to a figure sitting on a stack of pallets, having a cigarette. She reaches over and plucks it out of his mouth and tosses it to the ground.

DM: HEY!

FW: Sorry, cuz. Second hand smoke and all that.

DM: Uh huh.. What do you want.

FW: Well....two things....One, your Aunt Rose has agreed to all my conditions for a visit.

DM: Wow, all of them? Really?

FW: I know, right?

DM: Well, good for you. That'll make mom happy, and ... well, good for you, too.

FW: Yeah.

DM: So, the second thing?

FW: Oh yeah, that.

DM: ...

FW: ...

DM: What?

FW: Just reflecting. We sat somewhere like this a few months back...remember?

DM: Yeah...it sucked.

FW: You're telling me? Look, about your match...I've got a really bad feeling about this.

DM: Heh...really Han Solo?

FW: It's not a joke, Davin. And judging from the look of it, so do you.

DM: Look, one way or the other, the battle for the ...wait....didn't we do this promo before?

FW: Huh?

DM: Yeah....November Pain. You knew Tytan was going to kill you. I knew it. I tried to talk you out of it....

FW: Sounds familiar.

DM: You're not going to talk me out of it, Fire. I'm going to do what I have to do to win. I know Moose is your brother, and for some reason you feel like you owe him your loyalty despite the fact that he's NEVER really been all that loyal to you, but--

FW: It's not just him I'm concerned about Davin. Like I told someone else...this is a road you don't go down, unless you're prepared....TRULY prepared....for the consequences.

DM: What makes you think I'm not prepared?

FW: No one ever is.

*silence*

FW: You could just tap.

DM: WHAT? If you weren't pregnant right now I'd kick your ass for suggesting that I throw--

FW: No, no no no no. NOT throw the match. If he gets you...I mean REALLY gets you...just.....tap. Because he won't let up.

DM: Remember how you didn't listen to me?

FW: Yeah....okay.......family trait.

DM: Yep.

FW: Just...you have more to think about than just yourself now.

DM: I know....and...look, thanks for at least giving a damn.

Fire starts to smile and then catches herself.

FW: What? Me? The sociopath? Care? Fuck that...I just don't want to try and replace either of you on the card.

Davin looks at her, incredulous, but then she smiles. He smiles.

DM: One day someone will listen to someone's advice around here.

FW: Not today, though.

DM: Nope...so, I saw the doc will be flying in.

FW: Yeah...it's weird....I feel all.....

DM: Excited?

FW: Yeah......

DM: Gonna find out if it's a boy or a girl?

FW: I already know it's a girl.

Fire hops off the pallets. The two share another look of mutual understanding.

FW: Okay, then...see you around, col ceathar.

DM: You too, col ceathar.

[BookerShark]

*Davin thinks for a second and calls back*

DM: Hey squirt!

FW: *turns around with a half-smile* What?

DM: You need to consider something else.

FW: What's that?

DM: That you may be underestimating me and overestimating your brother.

FW: Oh, sure I am. Right. Listen, he's got nothing to lose and-

DM: And I do? I'm no saint. My family will be well taken care of, no matter what. You say HE won't give up? Listen, Lis-

FW: Don't call me-

DM: Shut it.

FW: ...

DM: Lisa, why do you think I'm making sure to check in with everyone?

FW: Because you think you're going to...

DM: No. Not because I think I'm going to. I just know it's a possibility. Especially since I have NO problem going there. I'm expecting him to do the same. Whether he actually will or not, well, we'll see. You know, he's never actually-

FW: I know.

DM: I need you to understand...that if *I* do something that leaves HIM...uh...let's say incapacitated - I'm just doing what I have to do to defend myself and my family. And it's not necessarily anything to do with you. I just need your assurance that if *I* do something to him, you can't hold it against me.

FW: Wow.

DM: ...

FW: I don't know...I mean...I can't make that promise...I mean...

DM: *smiles* You don't believe me either. That's fine. Takes me back to when I first started, you know? No one fucking believed in me except for me. You all forget. You all forget how I am. You all forget. You're all used to Happy, Smiley, Corporate, Pandering Davin who likes to beat his chest about how great he is.

DM: I know I'm great, ok? But this isn't about being great. This is about being better than my opponent for 60 minutes. That. That I know I can do. And you all forget. I've GONE there before. He hasn't. I DON'T quit. He does. You all forget. You all forget. I appreciate your lack of confidence in me, Lisa. Truly I do. Now I just need to find more of that. Because THAT, my dear cousin, is what is going to fuel me. Tell me I can't do it. TELL ME I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT! DO IT!

FW: You're being kinda scary right now.

DM: GOOD! I've got things to do. Deuces.

*He leaves, as Fire stands there shaking her head*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman leaves shaking her head. She wanders to catering and gets a cup of coffee and a crappy herbal tea, then heads straight for the bowels of the arena, following the squeaky sound of a singular swinging light bulb.

MHJ: I thought we already had our coffee for the week.

FW: Well, we were...interrupted. Here.

Moose takes his.

MHJ: Well?

FW: About Davin.....

MHJ: I'm tired of his mouth running. Yeah, I saw, and I don't need you running interference....

FW: Look, deartháir mór...

MHJ: Do NOT go all Gaelic on me.

FW: Fine. I do not like the energy around this match. Please...just......

MHJ: Just what? Are you going to ask ME to throw it now?

FW: Dammit, that's NOT what I asked him--

MHJ: You know, he never gave a damn about us until--

FW: Oh would you shut up. Do you know who was my biggest mentor when I got here at the OOWF?

MHJ: If you say Alex, I may puke.

FW: No, not Alex. Davin. He helped me a lot when I got here and --

MHJ: Oh yeah, put you over, I've heard for months about how much he puts people over. Big deal.

FW: Not just that, like advice and stuff.

MHJ: Heaven forbid you get that from your big brother.

FW: Moose...we decided to not ...look, never mind that... I have a bad feeling about this match.

MHJ: Really Han Solo?

FW: Wait...okay, not this again...

MHJ: Look, if it makes you happy, I'll promise to let go some time before I hear the first vertebra snap in his neck.

FW: If you get that far.

Moose, who has started to walk away, slowly turns and looks at Fire, incredulous.

MHJ: You CAN'T be serious.

FW: Moose...there are lots of things you have done that Davin hasn't. But there's one thing that I have done...and Davin has done.........but you haven't. I forget that because he's moved past it but.........

MHJ: ......

FW: ......

MHJ: So what are you saying. Are you telling ME to tap if it hurts too much?

FW: No, just.....

MHJ: Are you telling me to hold back to protect him?

FW: Fuck that, he doesn't need my--

MHJ: Great. Just great........

FW: Moose, I know we're fighting right now, but I just need you to be here. It'll be February soon and--

MHJ: Is that when demon spawn is due?

FW: I think, and--

MHJ: So you want me to throw a match against the person you think taught you the most about this business so I can be sure to be around next year when you birth the child of the man I hate most. Sorry, deirfiúr, not happening.

FW: What? That's nowhere NEAR what I said!!

MHJ: Go away. Before I do something you'll regret.

FW: Moose....

Moose turns and walks to the back of the room, fists clenched. Fire appears slightly upset, but then composes herself, and walks out of the crappy little room.

[BookerShark]

*Davin crutches his way back to the DEA Luxury Suites. Alex answers.*

AD: Ok, seriously, what the fuck?

*Davin holds up a shiny $5 bill*

DM: Here. Wasn't even his promo. I'm gonna end up putting your kid through college at this rate.

AD: This is the worst bet you've ever made.

*Davin crutches away*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

LDW - PUT the CHAIR DOWN!

Stank - He's PISSING me off!

LDW - You CAN'T USE a CHAIR in an Onslaught rules match, Stank!

*Stank takes the chair and SMASHES it down HARD over the head of El Lobo Sangriento. The ref signals for the bell and the match is over. A caption on the bottom half of the screen reads "Winner via Disqualification and NEW OOWF Onslaught Champion... EL LOBO SANGRIENTO. Stank throws his controller in disgust and the theme music for OOWF the Video Game (Available in November 2011.) plays through the television's speakers. LD Williams laughs.*

LDW - This will be the easiest thousand dollars I ever made.

Stank - Oh shut up. You cheated.

LDW - I didn't cheat. It's against the rules to cheat.

Stank - Lobo isn't a playable character! You made him differently than he actually is!

LDW - Oh please!

Stank - Look at that character! You got him bigger than me! He's not bigger than me!

LDW - Please! He's not bigger.

Stank - That's my point!

LDW - No! I mean the one I made!

Tyt - LD we have our own match to worry about.

LDW - He's right. I gotta go. Good luck on Sunday.

Stank - They shouldn't even allow me to grab a chair if I can't use it! This game sucks!

*LD Williams just laughs and walks out with Tytan. A moment later Moosehead Jack walks in and plops down on the couch where LD had been sitting.*

Stank - Davin?

MHJ - Fire.

Stank - You need to cut her some slack.

MHJ - Don't you start with that shit!

Stank - I know it's hard Moose, but..

MHJ - Family is family, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Stank - Look, I'm not exactly thrilled she is carrying Alex's baby...

MHJ - Alledgedly.

Stank - Really? At this point we're going with alledgedly?

MHJ - Even if she IS pregnant Stank...

Stank - Go on...

MHJ - If she's... listen, the ONLY way I... FUCK! WHY did it have to be ALEX? Hell I'd almost rather it were Crete's!

Stank - Really?

MHJ - Hell no. BUT I HATE that THAT is where my mind goes when it comes to THIS! I'm telling you, the only way I can deal with her having this baby is if I REFUSE to acknowledge that Alex had ANYTHING to do with it.

Stank - You mean pretend Alex is not the father?

MHJ - Alex is NOT the father.

Stank - Uh... but he is.

MHJ - I don't know what you're talking about.

Stank - Alex.

MHJ - Who?

Stank - You've played this game before, Moose.

MHJ - What game? Alex is not the father.

Stank - Okay. Switching subjects... Moreland.

MHJ - No!

Stank - What? I haven't said anything yet.

MHJ - Is this the new OOWF videogame?

Stank - It's an advanced copy.

*Moose picks up a controller and cycles through the roster until he finds Davin Moreland. He selects the character then goes to edit.*

Stank - What are you doing?

*Moose goes to edit the Davin Moreland character but it only allows him to switch t-shirts, jeans, or wrestling tights.*

MHJ - Why won't it let me put him in a dress?

Stank - Uh... what?

MHJ - He's a diva. He should be in a dress.

Stank - You'll have to make him from scratch to do that.

MHJ - Oh... how long will that take?

Stank - Depends on how accurate you want to get. The Create a player on this game is very detai-

MHJ - I'll be here if anyone needs me.

*Stank simply stares at Moose for a few moments. Eventually he shrugs his shoulders, rises from the couch and heads out of his locker room in search of Justin Sane as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

*There's a knock at the door of Davin Moreland's locker room. He crutches his way over. It's Alex*

DM: Ok, there's NO way that counted.

AD: Cough it up.

DM: It wasn't even ABOUT you.

AD: That's not the bet, now is it? Come on, if there are enough promos you'll end up paying for dinner for the entire DEA.

DM: Fuck off.

AD: $5.

*Davin pulls out $10*

DM: Change?

AD: Yeah, right.

DM: Fine. Just don't bother me next time, ok?

AD: Done and done. Pleasure doing-

*SLAM!*

AD: *smiles* -business.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and we see DVD sitting at the bar eating some homemade pie. Ashley is nearby pretending to wipe the counter as she stares at Vic. He continues to eat not noticing.

DVD: Man this is good. The hospital food really sucked. If forgot how great a cook Danny is.

Vic finally notices Ashley staring at him, and stops filling his face.

DVD: What?

Ashley: Seriously? You and Davin have a private convo, and I'm trying to figure out what the angle is here.

DVD chuckles slightly: No angle. Look Davin may have his faults, but me and him share one thing in common.

Ashley: What is that?

DVD: We both have long memories. A lot of folks in this company have memory that changes like the wind. They will be at someones throat one week, and planning there birthday party the next. They tend to just take everything at face value. Me and Davin, we are the kind of people that tend to hold onto things.

Ashley: Really?

DVD: Yeah, why do you think that no matter what kind of attempts at apologies we have made, me and the commish still but heads. Every Time I see Noelani or one of the Hawaiians in the halls, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It's why even tho Danny has a respect for him, I still don't quite trust Stank.

Ashley: Yeah, you do tend to be quite vocal about those you think have wronged you.

DVD: It's not just that, I remember those who have helped me as well. It's why I pulled for us to back Sparxx up against Moose after he helped us. It's also why I won't soon forget that Davin and his lovely wife just damn near saved my life.

Ashley shudders a little remembering those chaotic moments.

DVD: I have a long memory for the bad, but an even longer for the good. I owe the Morelands one, and I don't take that lightly. No matter what may transpire between Drink and Destroy and him in the future, I'm never gonna forget about what they have done for me.

Ashley: So that was really what the conversation you two had was about?

DVD: Ashley, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes a conversation is just that. Now, can I get some more pie?

Ashley smiles and cuts off another slice as the camera fades.

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 is standing with Regicide.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, Sunday night at Mid-Summer Night’s Scream V, you will be facing the Night Marchers - this time inside a steel cage. Your thoughts?”

Tytan: “It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it Night Marchers? Having that little voice inside your head. Especially going into a match like this. It tells you to maim, to torture, to brutalize. And you can. Because when it comes right down to it, you’re not responsible - the voice is. I know what that’s like.”

L.D. Williams: “Little known secret, gentlemen, so do I. Like many people around here, I have a little voice in my head, and sometimes it tells me to do violent things. What makes me different from most is that the voice is my own.”

T: “If there’s one thing I’ve picked up form teaming with L.D., it’s how to find that voice and listen to it.”

LDW: “Night Marchers, everything that we do Sunday night, the pain you feel, the blood that’s spilt, won’t be an offering to a heathen god. It won’t be to appease an evil spirit. It will be purely our intention…and our pleasure.”

T: <chuckling> “Sleep well.”

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Alexander are SITTING~! but only just barely, waiting for their meeting with Dr. Podvod. They both appear to be pretty excited about it, with Fire prattling on at breakneck pace, and Alexander smiling, amused, and occasionally getting a word in edgewise.

AD: You sure?

FW: Yeah, it had to have been that night in Chile....

AD: What night......OOOOOohhhhhhh yeah....THAT night.

FW: Exactly. SO....*counting on her fingers*....February then?

AD: Works for me. And not to beat a dead horse with this, but I'm just saying it could be a boy...

FW: No, Eric says I always get my way. He's usually right.

AD: Okay, but we should still pick out a name.

FW: That's easy...Sean Julian?

AD: Uh...no.

FW: Julian Sean?

AD: You're not funny.

FW: I'm hilarious. You know, I saw the pictures of what Sam picked out for their nursery, but that doesn't make sense because then we'd have to redo it once, sometimes twice a week and--

AD: About that...you really think it's okay for us to be so transient? Wouldn't more stability be better?

FW: Maybe, but think of all the great places she'll be able to see while she travels! I mean, we can get a tutor for the reading, writing, and math stuff, but history? Cultural stuff? No better teacher than the road. I mean, the best things I learned were while I was traveling around and....what?

AD: Do we want to use you as an example here?

FW: Yes, because imagine how awesome it'd have been if I had ... well, if I had ONE parent who gave a damn. And she'll have TWO.

AD: Okay...whatever you say......

FW: So still we'll need a crib and stuff and--

AD: I got it!

FW: What?

AD: Fire...what is your middle name?

FW: You seriously don't know?

AD: Of course I do...just say it.

FW: It's Anne, why?

AD: And what's mine?

FW: Brian.

AD: So........

FW: I'm not naming my daughter Brian Anne.

AD: No....Brianne!

FW: Hmmm....well, wait... what does it mean, though, because it's really important. The meaning is just as important as having a name and--

Fire continues on with some metaphysical mumbo jumbo while Alexander finds a baby name book, and flips through some pages as he walks back and sits down.

AD: Okay, it's a variation on "Briana." It's Gaelic in origin, you'll like that.

FW: Ooo, I do.

AD: And it means "Noble, strong, virtuous."

FW: Wow...I like that.

AD: Yep. Brianne Quinn Darling.

FW: That's it then!

They smile at each other and just as something more vomit-inducing is going to happen, Dr. Podvod comes in, followed by Lucky. They both sit down.

FW: Lucky! We have a name! You need to go get everything I already bought monogrammed and personalized and --

L: Fire, just ... hang on a minute. Let's listen to Dr. Podvod here.

Dr.P: *taking a deep breath* Well, the good news is you're perfectly healthy.

FW: AWESOME! Isn't that awesome Alex?

AD: *skeptically* Yeah....what's the rest of it.

Dr.P: Well, most of the symptoms you reported would lead someone to think that they were pregnant. But they are also symptoms of a lot of other things.

FW: I know, that's why I didn't stop drinking and smoking and wrestling right away. Thank GOODNESS it didn't have any kind of effect on--

AD: Fire...shut up and listen.

Dr.P: Fire....Alex....I'm sorry but the tests for pregnancy came back negative. You're not pregnant.

AD: ....

FW: But....I had symptoms....

Dr.P: They're also symptoms of post concussion syndrome. Nausea, fatigue, emotional swings, dizziness......

FW: That's why you did the cat scan thingy?

AD: *To Fire* You didn't tell me about that--

FW: I said not all of the tests made sense.

Dr.P: You took a fairly serious bump in April. I was worried about a concussion when I saw it so that's why I added that one.

L: Sorry, Fire. I know you were looking--

FW: But wait...what about the weird food cravings?

Dr.P: Well, I'm not sure about that, unless the location of the trauma was near the part of your brain that controls that....

AD: Okay, enough. If it's a joke, it's not funny.

Dr.P: I wouldn't joke about--

AD: Or a trick. *getting angry* Juni put you up to this didn't he. If I get my hands on him--

Dr.P: ALEX!

FW: But... no, there's a mistake, right? I mean...Alex...your calendar?

AD: Not just that...I LIVE with her. I know her better than anyone, and I can tell.

Dr.P: Well, I don't know that we can talk about that with the ninja cam here, but you did tell me before that...well, you're not exactly 'regular.'

FW: ....

AD: ....

Dr.P: Look, I'm sorry, guys. I gather you had made some plans...look, the good news, like I said, is that since she THOUGHT she was pregnant, Fire taking it easy and taking care of herself is...well, have you been sick or dizzy or anything lately?

FW: *quietly* Not for the last week or so...I thought....Sam said after the first trimester it goes away....

Dr.P: Well, I'd have to do another test to be sure, but I'm fairly confident that you've done everything you should do for long enough, and that you'll be medically cleared to resume your in-ring entertaining. So that's good, right?

Fire is kind of staring off into space. Alex looks at her, concerned, and then looks back to Dr. Podvod.

AD: Of course, that's good, Doc. Thanks for your time.

Dr.P: You're welcome. And, I'm sorry.

She gets up and to leave, and Alexander shows her out. He comes back into the room which is amazingly quiet.

AD: Lucky...

L: Yeah, I'll...go cancel the....stuff.....

Lucky leaves. Alexander seems to be blinking a lot and then tries to compose himself.

AD: Fire.......

A switch seems to be flipped and Fire stops staring off into space. She stands up, grabs her jacket, and fishes around for something. She finds a pack of cigarettes and her Zippo.

AD: Fire, don't....let's...where are you going?

FW: Huh? Oh, I'm going for a walk. And then I'm going talk to Selena about getting back on the active roster. I need a belt, I think.

Firewoman leaves, and we FAAAAADE.

[BookerShark]

*Chad Madison and a lady friend are walking into a fine restaurant. Outside, Mai Muyo is watching from a bush with binoculars, wearing jeans and a band t-shirt. She takes them down and sits on the grass.*

Mai: Okay...let's think about this, Mai. Chad's a really good guy...to the extent any of us are. And even if it's awkward, and even if you break up his whole date...preventing him from having premartial sex is good. It'll be good to just stop it now, and then you can talk reasonably with him.

*Mai pops up with binoculars again.*

Mai: Shootamagoot! She's laughing at his jokes! Okay, okay, I just need to work myself up.

*Mai pulls out her iPod...scrolling to "I Believe" from the hit musical The Book Of Mormon. She begins to walk down the hill to the restaurant, singing.*

Mai: I know that I must go and do
The things my God commands.
I realize now why He sent me here.

*Mai kicks the doors open. Everyone in the restaurant is dressed formally.*

Butler: Um, excuse me, do you have a reservation?

Mai: You ask the Lord in faith,
He will always answer you.

Butler: Right, but I need YOU to answer--

Mai: Just believe in Him
And have no fear!

*Mai shoves him into the curtains and hops over the staircase to the main floor.*

Mai: *pointing to Chad and walking forward* I believe that Satan has ahold of you, I believe that the Lord, God, has sent me here...

Chad: What are you doing?

*Mai grabs Chad's hands and pulls him away from the table.*

Mai: And now I can feel the excitement.
This is the moment I was born to do.
And I feel so incredible
To be sharing my faith with you.

Chad: Um...Mai...

Mai: The Scriptures say that if you ask in faith,
If you ask God Himself he'll know.

*Chad's Date stands up*

CD: But you must ask Him without any doubt
And let your spirit grow...[/i]

Chad: Wait, no, seriously, what?

CD: I believe that God lives on a planet called Kolob.
I believe that Jesus has his own planet as well.
And I believe that the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri!

Mai: Huh?

Chad: Did you put her up to this?

CD: Chad, don't you see? You're wonderful and all...but Mai is right. You need Christ. And I was hoping...well, I was hoping to use this dinner to talk to you about something more than one night...but an eternal night, an eternal life. See, there's Another Testament of Jesus Christ out there, and--

Chad: Wait. You went out on a date with me to talk to me about converting to Mormonism? That's...that's...

CD: I mean, why else would I bother to laugh at your jokes?

Butler: (coming out from the curtains) Don't worry, monsieur. We are prepared for such situations.

*The butler snaps his fingers and the waitstaff opens a cage, where a tiny bespectacled teenager comes out.*

Teenager: Hi! I'm an philosophy major. I'm stoned out of my mind, which means I'm exceedingly credulous and far too impotent to try to have sex with you!

CD: Fantastic!

*Chad's date slings the teenager over her shoulder and heads off. Mai Muyo sits down at the table*

Chad: What are you doing?

Mai: She left her food.

Chad: You can't just sit down to eat here!

Mai: What, you're too good to have dinner with me?

Chad: Why would I have dinner with you?

Mai: Dude, I sat in the bushes watching you through binoculars for like thirty minutes, the least you could do is buy me dinner.

Chad: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Mai: Shh! Don't yell in a fancy restaurant, people will think you're weird.

Chad: ...I don't even--

*Chad Madison storms out.*

Mai: I don't understand men at all.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz's lockerroom just after Fire's promo.

MF: Good, one less Darling in the world.

Chris Evans comes barging into the room.

MF: Hey, did you see that, Fire's not really....

CE(glaring): Shut up.

MF: If you came in here wanting an apology, you can forget it.

CE: I know better than to expect an apology, that's not why I'm here. I want an explanation though. What the FUCK happened last night? What happened to Mr "I just want to outwrestle everyone?" I'm your goddamn training partner and you go out there and do that? I had that match won and you KNOW it.

MF: Look, this wasn't just some non televised house show match, it was an opportunity to get a world title shot. So, did I take a shortcut? Yes. Were you about to win the match? I'll admit, most likely you were. Did I screw over a friend? Yes. Do I feel bad about it? Fuck no. You know me Chris, you know how bad I wanted another world title shot, so don't act so surprised I did what I did. Now, despite all that, I do want to keep teaming with you, Eric and Bryce. And I'll be right there holding the world title Sunday as we go out and celebrate you 3 winning the trios titles.

CE: Is that somehow supposed to make me feel better about not getting a world title shot on Sunday?

MF: No, but this might: Sunday night, after I embarass Darling and win the belt, the very first thing I'm going to do is go into General Manager Barbie's office and demand my first defense be against you.......60 minute Iron Man match. No tricks, no brass knux, just the two best wrestlers in this company going out and tearing the fucking house down.

CE: Do I have your word on that?

MF (Extending his hand): You do.

Evans hesitates, but does shake Folz's hand.

CE: Good luck Sunday.

MF: To you as well sir.

CE: Oh, one more thing....

Evans turns and hits a brass knuckle aided right hook to Folz's temple, Folz goes down, clearly unconcious as Evans walks out of the room and we FADE.

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is in her office. She's eating Twizzlers while watching OOWF-TV. After Firewoman's visit with Dr. Podvod airs, she is dumbfounded. her mouth hangs open and a twizzler drops unto her desk. After a few seconds, she gathers herself and hits her intercom button.

GMSa-T: Law dudes!

After a few moments, three lawyers with briefcases in their hands enter her office.

GMSa-T: Okay law dudes, we got some firing to do.

LD#1: Who are we firing?

GMSa-T: Doctors!

LD#2: We need to have a medical staff at the arena by law...

GMSa-T: Not all of them you dummies!

Selena throws the rest of her twizzlers at Law Dude #2.

GMSa-T: One of those pill monkeys let Firewoman wrestle with Post Concussion Disorder.

LD#3: Post Concussive Disorder.

GMSa-T: You're lucky I'm out of twizzlers law dude.

LD#1: What do you wish us to do Mrs. al-Takriti?

GMSa-T: Find out what doctor approved Firewoman to wrestle in her condition and fire them! Fire them hard!

LD#2: Yes Mrs. al-Takriti.

GMSa-T: Then get every wrestler treated by that stupid pill monkey checked again. I'm not having Shawn and her union coming up in here about this.

LD#3: yes Mrs. al-Takriti.

GMSa-T: Now go! And bring me some more twizzlers!

[BookerShark]

We see SFJ#47 standing with JW Westgaard.....

SFJ47: Hello to all the OOWF fans out there, I am here with JW Westgaard, who is scheduled to meet Zane Meyers and Stan Fulton this Sunday in a three way dance for the Intercontinental Title. JW do you have anything to say about the match?

JW: first off, Zane.....i hope you enjoyed your run bubba, cause I am gonna take that title. I am going to capitalize on my 1st chance at Gold since coming back. YOu can go back to teaming with Chad and everythign will be all hunky dory in Texpress land.

JW pauses: Secondly, Stan....I see you've hooked up with some powerful friends, now i respect all of them, and whether you guys are a "Stable" or you all just happen to hang at the same places...one thing is for sure, that is they seem to think the IC Title is yours, no questions asked....I beg to differ. You may be Big. you may be crazy.....but that title is going back to minnesota...with me. so leave your axe handle at home and come ready to brawl me boy.


JW: Lastly.... i would like to thank our new GM for making this match....she's a hot little number isn't she?

SFJ47 (kinda frowny and pouty):....

JW: Not as good looking as you of course......

SFJ47 (shyly and batting her eyes at JW): thank you...

JW: No, thank you for the interview my dear....and if you're ever at Ric's and i am there...lemme buy you lunch.

SFJ47,(very flirty like): ok....see you soon then.....

JW winks at her and walks off camera.

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Fade in to the Destroyitarium. We see Chad Madison sitting alone at the bar, several empty Aquafina bottles beside him. Ashly watches him chug the last of one down and walks over to him. ~~~

Ashley: You might want to take it easy on those. You do need to be able to get home tonight.

Chad: I can't just go home with you?

Ashely: Umm.. no. You're cute and all, but just not my.... type

~~~ Danny walks up and takes a seat beside him. ~~~

Chad: You know, I thought things were getting better. Now I feel more alone than ever. Zane seems to actually be getting into this Intercontinental Champion thing. All of our sparring sessions this week have been Me replicating things JW & Stan do in the ring. You know how hard it is to immitate Stan Fulton in the ring?

~~~ Danny shakes his head no ~~~

Chad: and Bridgette is all protective of him now. She didn't even want to let Davin in to talk! Davin of all people!

~~~ Danny shrugs ~~~

Chad: I'm happy for him, I just don't like being shuttled into random matches like that. At least when I held singles championships, Zane wasn't put out of the mix.

~~~ Danny raises his eyebrows ~~~

Chad: He put himself out of it then. I had nothing to do with it. Anyway, I reckon I need to get home.

~~~ Chad gets up and tosses a couple 20's on the bar. He heads down the hall and we hear A Familiar Ringtone Chad answers ~~~

Chad: Hey there Momma........ wait... what?................. Oh My God! I'm so sorry......... Yeah I guess that makes sense but still.......... That would be cool, maybe we could team up while my partner does his singles thing............... No, no he probably wouldn't like it, but he never liked me anyway............ So... I guess I don't get to plan a shower.............................. Sorry Hun, talk with you later..

~~~ Chad closes his phone and shakes his head. He turns and nearly walks into Mai Muyo ~~~

Chad: Sheesh! Are you still stalking me?

Mai: You need help, Chad. I want to help you.

Chad: Your help cost me a date tonight.

Mai: You don't understand. You are a nice guy. You shouldn't be doing those things.

Chad: I was having dinner. I don't know what "Things" you are talking about

Mai: You were courting her and planning on having pre-marital sex... AGAIN

Chad: You know, that reputation is a bit exaggerated.

Mai: But you DO have pre-martial sex

Chad: As often as I can

Mai: The Bible Says......

Chad: Can it. If I wanted a lecture I'd call my sister in law. She's all the preaching I can take.

Mai: I will pray for you

Chad: And I will see you in the ring Sunday

~~~ Chad turns and abruptly walks away as we fade... ~~

[BookerShark]

*Samantha is on the couch looking at some pictures on her laptop. Davin is also sitting on the couch, staring at Samantha, who is trying her level best not to pay any attention to him. Finally, she takes her reading glasses off.*

SDM: Are you seriously going to do that all night?

DM: Depends, are you going to talk to me?

SDM: No. Go fuck yourself.

*Samantha goes back to looking at pictures. We see that they're of the completed nursery at their house. Davin continues staring at Samantha. Samantha continues ignoring him.*

SDM: You know, this is seriously pissing me off.

DM: K.

*Lather, rinse, repeat*

SDM: You're still here.

DM: You're stuck with me, babe.

SDM: I am SERIOUSLY pissed off at you.

DM: Why?

SDM: Why? WHY?!? Oh, I dunno, maybe because you spent the ENTIRE NIGHT WITH MY SISTER?

DM: Why does that piss you off?

SDM: *incredulous* Oh, gee, I dunno...Past History?

DM: You mean, as tag partners?

SDM: Jesus Christ...NO!

DM: As business partners?

SDM: No, jackass. How about as sex partners? ASS!

DM: You sound like Goldberg.

SDM: FUCK OFF!

DM: Besides, I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing-

SDM: Don't. That shit might work with other people-

*Davin points to the corner, where Kayfabe is hiding. Poorly.*

DM: My knee hurts, honey. And Kayfabe there has been working out.

SDM: *sigh* Can we have a minute, please?

*Kayfabe shakes her head*

SDM: Really? Firewoman gets 2 fake pregnancy angles and you're fucking with us?

*Kayfabe considers this for a second, gives them the "I'm watching you" gesture thing and leaves*

DM: She'll be back, you know. And no, I didn't bang your sister last night. We talked. About my favorite subject.

SDM: Heh. That's a long time to talk about yourself.

DM: It was good. She sees things about me that I don't see. Always has. Stuff I needed to know for Sunday. It's going to be ugly, you know.

SDM: I know.

DM: I mean, actually ugly, not like "bowling shoe ugly".

SDM: *quietly* I know.

DM: So can you stop being mad at me?

SDM: You know, you're supposed to inform me about things. You can't just run off. Pisses me off. I hate worrying about you. Makes me feel helpless. I'm pissed at you for that.

DM: I'm sorry I made you worry.

SDM: ...

DM: I'm sorry...you're supposed to say stuff after that.

SDM: ...

DM: Sammy.

SDM: ...

DM: Hello?

SDM: Ok fine. You're just one sorry motherfucker, aren't you.

DM: Mood swing?

SDM: Keep it up, chuckles. I'll snap your neck before Moose gets a chance...what the FUCK are you doing back here already?

*Kayfabe tries to sneak back into the corner. She's getting bad at her job*

DM: Oh...I know why.

SDM: Why?

DM: Womans-fire-ay Ay-bee-bay.

SDM: Oh, that shit. Ok, ok.

DM: Ninja cams ready?

*The INC nods so the picture shakes*

DM: Ok, go.

SDM: So, did you see about Fire and Alex?

DM: Yeah, that's...that's...

SDM: A bad thing?

DM: Well, sure, yeah, ok, it's a bad thing. I mean, it seemed like they both liked the idea of having a kid. Or at least it seemed that way. I dunno. I just can't help but think-

SDM: Oh, I see where you're going with this.

DM: I mean, Alex was right, you know? They really needed some form of stability, you know, SOMETHING, right?

SDM: You know, you could say the same about us, right?

DM: Well, we're more stable.

SDM: ...

DM: I take pills.

SDM: Uh huh.

DM: We have a house.

SDM: That we haven't seen in fucking months because of our Tour of the 3rd world.

DM: And...

SDM: And what?

DM: Well, I didn't want to tell you yet, you know, like a surprise?

SDM: WHAT?

DM: Ma's gonna come on the road with us for a while. Not like, tomorrow, but in the next few weeks. You know, until we can get back to the States...or at least North America. You know...to help.

SDM: You're still changing fucking diapers, ass. And 3AM feedings? That's your job.

DM: Obviously. She's just going to be around to help out. You know. Provide some stability.

SDM: Hmm...well, Shawn will be super-excited to see her.

DM: I imagine Moony will too.

SDM: ...

DM: God, it's not like you hate her or anything. She loves you. And I quote: "I love that girl, Davin. She keeps you in line. Puts you in your place." "Ma, I'm 34 years old. I don't need to be kept in line or put in my place." "Now Davin, don't be silly. Of course you do. And since I can't be around to keep you from being an asshole; you're lucky to have her. She's a saint."

SDM: Damn right.

DM: ...

SDM: You expect me to disagree with that?

DM: So are you done pretending you don't want my mother around?

SDM: Yes. I'm just...you know...I don't know...it's weird...I'm...I'm...

DM: Nervous?

SDM: Is that what this is?

DM: You don't know what "nervous" is?

SDM: Nah. That's why I'm awesome in a crisis.

DM: Or, you know...just awesome in general.

SDM: Flattery will get you everywhere. So will jewelry.

DM: It's going to be fine, you know.

SDM: Is it? I mean, Davin, I think you're underestimating-

DM: No. No I'm not. I know exactly what I'm getting myself into. Even in the worst possible scenario, you and the baby and Shawn and Moony and Ma...everyone will be taken care of. I made sure of that this morning.

SDM: So THAT'S what you were talking about with Lex?

DM: Yes'm. Now I'm free to do what I have to do. No excuses. No obstacles. And no regrets. So I want more people to tell me I can't do it, that I have too much to lose. Because look at me. Look at US. I've already won. It's all about execution now. I've got what he so desperately wants and will never have. And now, I'm secure that the people I love are going to be just fine no matter what. That was his only advantage. Now it's gone. And now it's on like Simon LeBon!

SDM: You really need to work on your similes.

DM: I DO feel bad for Fire, you know. I just don't know to what degree I feel bad for her. I feel awful for Alex. And I don't even LIKE Alex.

SDM: You do too.

DM: I dunno.

SDM: About Alex?

DM: No, I'm just kidding about that. I mean Fire. I mean...I dunno...I'm not all the way back on that bandwagon, if you know what I mean. Unlike what she EXPECTS me to do - I'm not all of a sudden going to forget what she put us through.

SDM: She was drugged. Remember?

DM: Oh sure. Fine. Know what? Was she? Was she REALLY drugged? Or was that just another scam she was running? You know, like the whole "I'm pregnant" thing?

SDM: Wait, you think she was faking?

DM: *shrugs* Wouldn't be the first time. You heard Vic before. I'm just supposed to forget that she ran a whole fake pregnancy angle before. You weren't even around yet, but I hooked her UP with clothes and toys and diapers and formula, and she wouldn't have needed anything for a couple of YEARS. No joke. Then it was "Oops, just kidding. Wasn't that a great angle?" I'm just supposed to forget that. I'm supposed to forget what she did to us. To me. I'm supposed to forget every time she sides with that fucking sociopath over EVERYONE? Yeah, no. Forgive me if I'm skeptical, or that I don't just accept that everything she says is gospel truth. Vic said it. I've got a long damn memory.

SDM: Sounds like you still harbor some resentments.

DM: You damn right.

SDM: And since when is it "Vic"? You guys are suddenly tight like that?

DM: He's ok, you know. Still on the mend, but ok, you should visit. And no, we're not "tight like that". Just...well, when we talked - I realized that we've got some things in common. First and foremost is that. Long memories.

SDM: Are you sure that's all you talked about?

DM: Honey, sometimes a conversation is just a conversation.

SDM: Uh huh. And repeating the same line someone else used about the same situation is ALWAYS just a coincidence, right?

DM: ...

SDM: ...

DM: ...

SDM: I've got a long memory too.

DM: I know, dear.

SDM: So are you just gonna crutch around until match time?

DM: No. I'm gonna get off the crutch tomorrow. Use a brace, see how it feels.

SDM: Tomorrow.

DM: Yeah.

SDM: 2 days after your knee was potentially shredded.

DM: It wasn't shredded. It's a sprain. I didn't McGahee myself or anything.

SDM: *sighs* Ok...

DM: Honey?

SDM: What?

DM: You're actually pregnant, right?

*Samantha smirks, and for the first time on OOWF-TV, she breaks with the Claire Huxtable Technique of Hiding a Pregnancy on TV, and moves the laptop and pillow that was covering her stomach area. We see that she's not only pregnant, she's VERY pregnant.*

SDM: Either that or I'm eating WAY too many of Moony's Nutter Butters.

DM: And you're not dumb enough to use Podvod as your OB-GYN?

SDM: No. That's insanity. No swerve or angle here.

DM: Well, technically it's an angle. Even if it doesn't actually affect anything.

SDM: It affects US.

DM: Well, yeah, I meant like, The Storyline or Booking or shit like that.

SDM: Ok. Fine. Good then. Right?

DM: Yeah.

*Samantha rests her head on Davin's shoulder. We think that's a *fade* but not yet, because Shawn Johnson comes out of her room on the phone, with a bunch of papers in her hand.*

OGMSJ: No. Listen. We have to stop this....I don't WANT to wait! She can't get away with this shit! Know what? I've got more calls to make. I'll call you back.

*She hangs up*

DM: Let me guess. That was Jimmy Hoffa Jr.?

OGMSJ: How could you have POSSIBLY known that?

DM: Lucky guess. Would you mind having a seat for a sec?

OGMSJ: Listen, Davin, I'd love to sit and talk about how fucking awesome you are and all, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm KIND OF BUSY!

DM: Sit.

OGMSJ: *hesitates then sits down* Grrrr....WHAT?!? Oh, Sam, you stopped doing the Claire Huxtable?

SDM: Yeah, it's just not fun anymore.

*Daivn clears his throat. Both the women sigh simultaneously*

DM: You guys all hang out too much.

OGMSJ: Ok, Davin, seriously, what is it?

DM: I have a suggestion.

OGMSJ: What?

DM: Just chill out on the doctor stuff for now.

OGMSJ: WHAT??!? I mean, first, how did you know that, and b) This Is My Job Now.

DM: Hear me out?

OGMSJ: *crosses her arms and looks VERY annoyed* What?

DM: The FIRST thing Selena did when she found out about it was get her lawyers on the-

OGMSJ: *coughs* "Law Dudes".

DM: *smiles* Ok, yeah. Got her "Law Dudes" on the phone, on the warpath looking to fire Podvod and whomever else was involved. She's doing her own investigation and trying to make it right. My suggestion is, before you go off half-cocked and do something rash...let her investigation play out.

OGMSJ: Are you fucking SERIOUS??!

DM: Well, yes. I'm completely fucking serious. Listen, you two are getting along and working together a lot, right?

OGMSJ: Well, yeah, I guess.

DM: Why would you jeopardize that good relationship...at least good working relationship, when she's actually doing EXACTLY what you would be doing right now? I mean, if she had just done nothing and brought in more creepy clowns to dance for her amusement, then fine, go nuts. But she didn't. She did the right thing. She actually did her JOB.

OGMSJ: ...

DM: I'm not saying to just ignore the situation. Far from it. I mean, you can monitor things from here no problem, right?

OGMSJ: I guess...

DM: So my suggestion would be, let her do her job. If she fucks up, jump all over it. Until then, let it play out. Make sense?

OGMSJ: *relaxes visibly* Yeah. Ok. You're probably right. It's just...I mean...I want to do a good job, you know?

DM: Of course you do, Champ. I don't think you could do it any other way.

OGMSJ: *smiles* Ok. Thanks. Hey, you guys want to watch a movie?

DM: *looks at Samantha, who is looking at him* Nah...I think we're kind of...tired. Besides, we're all going out on the town tomorrow. We're finally in fucking civilization and I'll be damned if we don't take advantage of it.

OGMSJ: Are we going shopping?

DM: Perhaps.

OGMSJ: YAY! I mean...that sounds fun.

DM: Uh huh. Anyway...*Davin helps Samantha up from the couch, a two-arm job at this point* G'night.

OGMSJ: Night guys...

*Davin and Samantha walk to their room, Davin's arm over Samantha's shoulder*

*And NOW fade*

[BookerShark]

We cold open on IQ and Psykle in the midst of an argument.

IQ: YOU NEED TO LISTEN!

Psykle: SO DO YOU!

IQ: I'M NOT THE IDIOT WHO CHASED AFTER HIM OUT OF THE RING!

Psykle: AND WHERE WERE YOU TO GIVE ME ADVICE!

IQ: I HAD IMPORTANT THINGS TO TAKE CARE OF!

Psykle: SO I'M NOT IMPORTANT ANY MORE?!? FUCK YOU DUDE!

Psykle throws a chair across the room and storms out.

IQ: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

IQ picks up his phone and dials a number.

IQ: It's me. How soon can you get here? This shit has to end. Uh huh, yea. Exactly. Don't forget the package. Bye.

IQ hangs up and walks out, he goes down the hallway apparently looking for Psykle. He enters Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, sees Mai Muyo, and quickly turns and heads the other way before she can start one of her crazy rants with him. He continues on and walks past the Destroyitarium, looks in and sees Chad Madison sitting at the bar. IQ pulls out his phone again as he continues walking. Somehow, this time, the ninja cam picks up the other side of the conversation too.

Phone: IQ Industries Technical Division, this is Jim, how can I be of service?

IQ: It's me. Need you to hack the surveillance system at the arena here. Psykle went walkabout and I'm worried he might do something stupid.

Jim: Give me a second here, shouldn't be too hard, the Greeks really haven't gotten their system security up to standard, still using 56-bit encry...

IQ: Save me the details, I know a lot more about it than you do anyway, just get in and find him.

Jim: Yes sir. OK, I'm in. Hmm, not at Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, not in the Destroyitarium...

IQ: I've already checked those, keep looking.

Jim: Not in the GM's office, not in the hallway of random encounters...

IQ: Do you see CC Scott anywhere? I saw his other two opponents for Sunday, but haven't seen CC yet.

Jim: Hmm, nope, don't see him either. Wait! I found him.

IQ: Where?

Jim: Umm, don't shoot the messenger, but he's apparently waiting outside the commissioner's office.

IQ: HE'S GOING TO TALK TO HER?!?! FUCK!

IQ hangs up the phone and sprints off towards Fire's office a lot faster than you would think he could run, leaving the ninja cam alone in the hallway to fade to black.

[BookerShark]

Fade in to the Domus Sporticus Parthenonicus, where we find El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~! a beer in the Destroyatorium, chatting with SFJ624…

SFJ: So, Lobo, are you ready for your Onslaught Championship match against Stank on Sunday?

ELS: Well, in the last two weeks, I’ve pinned Stank clean and won an Onslaught Gauntlet match. If that’s not ready, I don’t know what is.

SFJ: Any special strategy going int–

Justin Sane: SHE HAS MY BELT~!

*Out of nowhere, Justin Sane pounces on the SFJ, takes her to the floor, and waits for a referee to appear. When he feels a tap on his shoulder, he gets to his feet, assuming he’s won the title. What he receives instead is a stiff right to the jaw from Lobo, which knocks him on his ass…

JS: Ow! What did you do that for?

ELS: You attacked an SFJ. Not cool, man.

JS: But she had my title. She’s fair game.

ELS: No, I have the DDT Ironman–

JS: Iron Person

ELS: –person Heavy Metal title. You want it? Come take it. But I’m not going to stand here and let you attack innocent women.

SFJ It’s okay, Lobo.

ELS: It is in no way okay, miss.

SFJ: No, I mean it. Really. I actually kind of enjoyed it.

ELS: You what?

SFJ: Justin, what do you say we get out of here and you jump me again, somewhere a little more private?

*SFJ624 takes Justin’s arm and leads him out of the Destroyatorium. Justin looks very confused. He clearly has no idea what he’s in for. Meanwhile, Lobo returns to his barstool and–OH MY GOD~! KAMALA ATTACK~! LOBO IS DOWN~! LOBO IS DOWN~!

*Kamala makes the cover, and an OOWF referee appears…

Ref: 1…2…3…Winner and new DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion…The Ugandan Giant Kamala~!

*Kamala exits the Destroyatorium with his title as Lobo comes to…

ELS: Okay, Uruguay I get, even if it doesn’t make sense. But Greece? What the fuck? Stupid Kamala.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

<Fire is sitting at the loading dock in the Athens Arena staring into space, looking at nothing in particular. Moose walks up behind her, and before he makes a sound, Fire speaks>

FW: Did you come to gloat?

MHJ: No

FW: Then what do you want? You got your wish, I am not having Darling's......how did you put it......spawn?

MHJ: <taking a deep breath> Fire, you know I never thought this was a good thing......

<Fire snorts>

MHJ: ...... please let me finish. I have never thought this was a good idea. You know my feelings on Alex and the two of you being together. But.......despite that........I know what this meant to you. I know you want a chance to start over and have the family that you, that we, never had. So.......for that......I am sorry

<Fire doesn't say anything, but the camera catches a single tear falling from her eye. Moose turns to leave, but Fire speaks>

FW: Jack, your match......

MHJ: Fire, don't. Look, Davin and I have to do this. It is going to be ugly, we are both going to get hurt. I tried to stop you with Tytan, even though I knew it wouldn't matter. Whatever happens, happens. You know how I feel about it all

<Fire doesn't say anything, Moose looks a little uncomfortable for a moment, then turns to leave>

FW: Just........you know

MHJ: Yeah

<Moose turns and leaves, Fire goes back to staring at nothing in particular>