OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (08/17) Live! From Fukushima,

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison & Zane Myers are inside the Texpress Dressing Room sitting in front of the No Longer Sponsored Media Center. It appears they have been watching tape non stop since their release ~~~

Chad: Man, I need a break.

Zane: Me too, but we don't have time. Being in jail this week seriously cut into our prep time I have another 6 or 8 clips We need to break down.

Chad: Sheesh

Zane: (Puts his notepad down) You're right. If we aren't focused now, we'll miss something and that will hurt us in the match.

Chad: Really?

Zane: Really Really.

~~~ Zane gets up and grabs a couple 1-litre bottle of Aquafina and tosses one to Chad. Chad, meanwhile, opens his bag and pulls out a bag of Jack Links Turkey Jerky ~~~

Chad: Want some?

Zane: Not really.

Chad: Hey, this is pretty good stuff. Protein. Brain Food.

Zane: Fine. I'll try it.

~~~ Chad hands him a smaller package of Jack Links Turkey Jerky and grabs his laptop ~~~

Zane: (opening the bag) What are you doing there?

Chad: posting an update on the Official Texpress Facebook Page. Need to keep in touch with our fans!

Zane: Good job. Nice work.

Chad: What?

Zane: Working the Facebook plug in there smoothly. Nice.

Chad: Thanks.

~~~ There is a knock on the door. Chad gets up and opens it to reveal...... a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist. ~~~

RNSFJ: Interview time!

Chad: Great! we were just taking a break. Want some Aquafina or some Jack Links Turkey Jerky?

RNSFJ: No, I'm watching my figure.

Chad: So am I, and I tell ya, it's Spectacular!

Zane: Can we get this over with?

RNSFJ: Sure

~~~ Chad and Zane stand up and *Poof* The OOWF Banner unfurls behind them. Both men grabs their OOWF World Tag Team Championship belt and put it around their waist. Chad puts on his Cowboy Hat and Zane crosses his arms. ~~~

RNSFJ: I'm here with the World Tag Team Champions, Texpress as they prepare for a Non-Title match with The Night Marchers

Zane: First off, I want it On The Record that we are against this being a Non-Championship Opportunity. We do not want the stink of the Brass Knuckle Kings legacy on our Championship Reign.

Chad: Now Kai & Aina, whether or not you deserve another shot at these Championships is another matter. Not only losing, but getting Disqualified pretty blatently last week shows us that you aren't serious about becoming Champions. And if you aren't, Why bother?

Zane: We, on the other hand are proud to be 6-time World Tag Team Champions. And we will continue to go out there this week and prove week in and week out that nobody Measures Up to The Texpress.

RNSFJ: What about the Trios Titles

Chad: Campeonas

RNSFJ: Camipin.... I can't pronounce that. Anyway, You offered to team with Firewoman to go after them, which seemed to anger Davin Moreland.

Chad: Lisa is a friend of mine. It's natural to want to work with her. Davin is a brother, and we've been so successful in the past. Of course we want to continue our relationship with Run DLP. But at some point, Winning a Championship with Lisa would be nice.

RNSFJ: Davin mentioned Moosehead Jack

Chad: Moose and I are finished. I proved he can't beat me straight up, and he proved he is a violent & unstable. If teaming with Lisa means associating with him, we'll pass.

RNSFJ: Zane, your thougths on all this?

Zane: No comment.

RNSFJ: Really, you can't "No Comment Me"

Zane: .....

~~~ Uncomfortable Silence~~~

RNSFJ: Uhh.. ok. That;s a wrap! So Chad, how about dinner tonight?

Chad: Maybe.

RNSFJ: WHAT!?!?

Chad: We're behind on our match prep. We get caught up, I'll let you know.

~~~ RNSFJ kisses Chad on the cheek and leaves ~~~

Zane: Passing up a date. I'm shocked

Chad: Me too, let's get to work. Good Promo today.

Zane: Yep. Talked about the match, kept some storyline continuity, hit the catchphrase, got in the product placements and the Facebook page. A solid effort.

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

The scene opens in a nice restaurant. It is mostly deserted. There's a chef that is doing all sorts of cool things cutting stuff up with very sharp knives. I guess you could kind of call it a Japanese Steak House, except we're in Japan, but just calling it a Steak House misses some of the ambiance.

Anyway, Firewoman is there, and she is apparently entranced by the knives. She can't keep her eyes off of them. The door to the restaurant opens, and Alexander Darling comes in followed by Lucky. He sees Firewoman there, staring at the knives, and turns to Lucky.

AD: You said....

L: I know...I lied.

AD: You're fired.

L: I don't work for you.

Alexander glares at him and walks up to Firewoman.

AD: Okay...what's all this.

FW: Look at those knives....he's so good with them.

AD: Yeah, you kind of creep me out when you get like this....

FW: He's got the right idea though....clean cuts......not dragging it out.....

AD: Huh?

FW: I thought it'd be enough...medicine...conference calls...do it all myself....

AD: Do what all yourself?

Firewoman looks like she's going to explain, but before she can start Davin and Alexis come in. It appears they've also not been told why they are there either. The maitre'd seats them all.

LD: What's going on.

FW: Can we just have a nice family meal? Please?

They all look at each other and share a secret "what the hell?" but then settle in for an awkward dinner. Some small talk between Lexie, Alex, and Davin, but Fire sits mostly silently, picking at her food. Alex notices and finally says something.

AD: Fire, why don't you tell us--

FW: You know...this is nice....family dinner.....we never had those.....Dr. Sid says that almost all of my problems started there. You know, the whole anti social thing. Yeah, some of it is brain chemistry, but some is experience. You get used to the people who are supposed to love and take care of you but they beat you down at every opportunity, that kind of turns off those parts of the brain that foster giving a damn about others...suppressed affect is what Dr. Sid calls it.... and what with them being addicts, and all.....

She takes a drink of water as the rest of them stare at her.

FW: ...and then some people, well, mostly abuse survivors, they get so used to that place, that one right on the edge, where all your adrenaline is going and you just know any minute will be the beating or the yelling or the new boyfriend mom has lined up, so it makes sense ... I mean, it's comfortable there, on that edge, so why wouldn't I seek that out, especially if I'm stressed....then it's like a drug, the adrenaline...the endorphins...a bunch of other big long names Dr. Sid throws out....

Firewoman finally stops talking long enough to look at Alex, Alexis, and Davin.

FW: I'm not explaining this very well, am I.

LD: You aren't explaining it at all.

DM: Lexie....I think I know where this is going....

LD: So?

DM: So shut up, okay?

Lexie crosses her arms and scowls. Firewoman looks around the room and then sees a man sitting at the bar, hunched over.

FW: Okay, see that guy over there?

They all look and nod.

FW: He's the manager here. And he's totally jonesing. He's an alcoholic. Probably more.

AD: How can you tell?

DM: She just can. Go on, Fire.

FW: So, he's sitting there because, well, first it's his job. And he likes it. He likes having some place to go...he likes the people, the customers, the staff....he likes what he does... See how he knows exactly where everything is? This is like his home base, where he's comfortable. Even if it's the worst place in the world for him.

The bartender comes over and appears to offer him something, but the man refuses it.

FW: Yeah, the bartender there...they're buddies...well, sort of. The bartender either doesn't get it or doesn't care. Yeah, it's more than just alcohol, and the bartender there, he's supplying. He pretends to be his friend. If I remember right, they've been friends forever, but really, unless the man there has money, the bartender doesn't have anything to do with him. All he wants is to sell him junk. He's a friend, but he's bad for him. He's a bad influence.

It's easy for him to hide here. Easy for an alcoholic to hide his problems from himself in a room full of people drinking. But eventually...they go home...and he's still here.

Alexander and Alexis look confused still...but Davin is listening.

FW: And he's jealous, you know? Whatever he's kicking, he knows people who can take it or leave it. They don't need it. They have fun, and then they're done. It doesn't get into their bones like it does to him. They don't fall asleep thinking about it, dream about it at night, and then wake up thinking about it.

FW: So, now, you know, he's not your typical addict. He's not homeless. Nice shoes....no scuff marks. Nice watch....and a wedding band. So he's got someone at home. Someone who wants to be in his corner, but she's not sure how. Someone he wants to get clean for, but every time he slips, he feels that much more guilty. And it's so easy to do...surrounded by it, in a job he loves... He needs her to be strong when he's weak...not let him get away with stuff....but to be there ... to forgive him when he inevitably screws up. Because it's not an easy thing, addiction....He needs his whole family in his corner.....

Davin smiles. Alexander is staring at her cautiously, but not quite sure. Alexis is still confused.

FW: 'Cos he wants to kick the habit....he really does....You can tell because he's here... he's not in some alley....He just needs to know that his family will be there.....

Davin stands, and walks over to Fire and gives her a hug.

DM: You got it.

LD: Got what? What is going on?

DM: *sigh* Fire's asking us for help.

LD: She is?

Davin starts to explain the obvious. Alexander looks at Fire, who takes a deep breath and looks down at her lap.

LD: Wait....oh, so Moose is ... like the dealer bartender guy...but Fire isn't addicted to alcohol or heroin or....

DM: No...look, I'll explain it outside...

Davin and Alexis leave, with Davin still explaining the obvious. The camera starts to go back to the table but we get a badly timed commercial instead.

FADE[/i]

[BookerShark]

*The remaining members of Drink and Destroy are escorted from jail to where a stretch limo awaits. A severe-looking Japanese woman in a business suit awaits them, but when she sees Outback Jack she kisses him on the cheek. *

OBJ: Fukuda-chan, I am so sorry to inconvenience you!

F: It's not the first time, Jack, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I notice that Wally isn't with you.

OBJ: I guess LD's Momma bailed him out already.

F: How convenient for him.

OBJ: No worries, they'll be OK. I hope Mr. Takahashi is well.

F: We can take you and your friends to see him.

[BookerShark]

*Back at the restaurant*

Alexander is still sitting and looking at Fire as she varies between picking at her food and looking up at Alex. Alex looks like he's about to say something a few times, but stops and tries to collect his thoughts.

Alexander: I've never asked you to choose.

Fire looks up, kinda shocked, that Alex has finally said something. She just looks and nods once.

I'm still never gonna ask that even though you know what I think.

Fire nods again.

But if you're serious, truly serious...you know that that has to change.

Another nod.

I want to be able to be whoever you need and do whatever you want. Help however I can, but this is gonna be bigger than both of us. You're going to have to let more than just myself or Davin in.

Fire looks a little apprehensive.

I mean it. I know in the past you've given me lip service.

Fire raises her eyebrows...

Out of the gutter dear. You've said things you haven't meant and I accepted that in the past. I know you like to keep things to yourself, but if your asking for help, then you need to accept help from whoever is giving it. Believe in the people around you to find people who will be on your side.

Fire licks her lips as she looks down at her food and back up at Alex.

Firewoman: I'm serious. Things need to change.

Alexander: Then you need to ask. No skirting around it. No playing coy with this. We need to be on the same page.

Firewoman: *deep breath*Alexander Brian Darling...I want help.

Alexander leans over and hugs his wife as he whispers something in her ear and we...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Davin and Alexis are outside the restaurant, where people are waiting for cabs or bikes or whatever they do in Japan*

LD: So...should we wait for them? Or...

DM: Nah, they're gonna be a while. Wanna get a drink?

LD: Umm...sure, why not?

*They head across the street to a bar/club thing, and they're immediately recognized. They have a grand old time with the locals who, let's face it, are in desperate need of a grand old time. After several free beverages and about 500 screams of "NOTHING HAPPENED" every time they're asked to do it, they head back to the street, looking in the direction of the arena. When they speak, it's clear they've had a couple.*

DM: Let's get a cab.

LD: Nah, it's nice out. Screw it, let's walk.

DM: You...you sure you can walk, lady?

LD: If I can walk...and YOU can walk...then we ALL can walk!

DM: I thought you hated Rocky.

LD: No dummy, that's Alex.

DM: Oh yeah.

*They start walking, and Alexis isn't having an easy time. Davin has to put his arm around her to hold her up.*

DM: You ok?

LD: Yeah, just walk slower or something.

DM: K.

LD: ...

DM: So, why did you play dumb back there?

LD: Me? Play dumb? When have I ever-

DM: All the fucking time?

LD: *gets a goofy grin on her face* I didn't know you knew about that.

DM: How long have I known you now?

LD: Like...3 years or something?

DM: Right.

LD: But still. I mean, my parents don't even know I do that.

DM: They just think you're dumb?

LD: Yup.

DM: They're, like...really wrong.

LD: I know.

DM: Why didn't Alex get it?

LD: Because Alex is...well...Alex doesn't understand women very well.

DM: Especially crazy women.

LD: Well yeah, but-

DM: You're all crazy.

LD: That.

DM: So this is the part where I mention Stank and act like I have a chance to be the #1 contender.

LD: There's a camera out here?

DM: Sure, right there *points*

*Another camera takes over, as the Ninja Cameraman is freaked out, and tries to run away undetected*

LD: WAIT! IT'S OK! WE ALWAYS KNOW YOU'RE THERE!

DM: Shhh...we're supposed to be having a serious, private conversation that just so happens to turn into a promo.

LD: We are?

DM: Yes.

LD: Since when?

DM: Since I remembered I had a match with Lucas.

LD: I always liked him.

DM: I know.

LD: So?

DM: So what?

LD: SEW BUTTONS! HA! GOT YA!

DM: Good job, L.

LD: Thanks.

DM: ...

LD: So?

DM: So what? And not sew buttons.

LD: So...uh...match, yeah, with Stank. Say something already.

DM: I will hit him so hard that I will hit him very hard?

LD: And blood, respect, trust me, measuring stick, sparkles with you, booyah bitch, gon' gitcha, don't believe me, and cock a doodle doo motherfucker.

DM: Shit, don't even need me.

LD: Yeah I do.

DM: ...

LD: To say the stuff for the thing and all.

DM: Right. So Stank, Wednesday, I totally have a chance to be #1 contender. Because it's not totally obvious that you're booked to win or anything because someone told me I'm not allowed to win the title anymore.

LD: Someone said that?

DM: Why do you think I don't really talk about wrestling anymore?

LD: Cause you're busy running your mouth about how great you are?

DM: Nicely done. Talk about shit that happened 6 months ago as if it were happening in the present? That can only be Moose.

LD: Dammit. Yeah, you got it.

DM: So what are you gonna do?

LD: Try to walk and not fall down?

DM: No, with Fire.

LD: Oh. You know. Help and stuff or whatever.

DM: Really?

LD: If she's serious, then yeah, really.

DM: Ah.

LD: What?

DM: You're skeptical.

LD: That sounds funny, say it again?

DM: Thhhhhhhhhhhhhepcital...er...eptical.

LD: hee hee hee

DM: That's how you laugh?

LD: YES!

DM: So, you're skeptical.

LD: hee hee hee

DM: That's understandable.

LD: Aren't you?

DM: Sorta. But I'm a face, so there's only so skeptical I can be.

LD: So how can *I* be.

DM: You're like, a dark face or something.

LD: What's that mean?

DM: That means...I have no idea what that means...But it makes it ok...at least have Alex's back.

LD: And yours.

DM: Sure, that would be nice too.

LD: You know me...I've always got your back.

DM: ...

LD: You know, unless you turn on me again.

*They enter the arena*

DM: Lexie, I promise you right now that I will never, ever turn on you like that again. That was just that one time, and that was shitty booking to get me out of tag teams.

LD: I know that NOW, but still.

DM: Yeah.

LD: ...

DM: ...

DM/LD: You know, you're the best tag partner I've ever had....But what about Alex?....Yeah....You're the best.

*big hug*

DM: That's gonna piss him off.

LD: That's what happens when he makes you write for me.

DM: I think we're breaking the 10th wall.

LD: I think you're right.

*They reach Davin's locker room*

DM: So...come in. I have more drinky stuff.

LD: K.

*They go in, and have a couple of whiskeys*

LD: I don't wanna go back there tonight. I hate feeling like I'm interrupting.

DM: You can stay here if you want.

LD: Really?

DM: Sure. There's only like 50 empty rooms since Shawn and Moony and Sam are gone.

LD: Ok. But won't Big Sis get jealous?

DM: No more than usual. I'll put the webcam on if it will make you feel better.

LD: Make HER feel better. Me? I have no such issues.

DM: That's the tequila talking.

LD: You know what they say about tequila, right?

DM: Makes the panties drop? Yeah, I may have heard that once or twice.

LD: Well...I'm gonna go make the panties drop...alone...in the other room.

DM: You do that. I'll wake you up for breakfast.

LD: FUCKING WHEN?

DM: In the morning.

LD: So help me if you wake me up at 6...

DM: 11:30 works?

LD: *smiles* Yeah. You know me too good.

DM: Well.

LD: Well what?

DM: You know me too well.

LD: Not well ENOUGH apparently.

DM: Don't start this, Lex.

LD: Why-

DM: Timing-

LD: And then-

DM: Couldn't be helped.

LD: And of COURSE it had to be-

DM: I know. It can't be easy.

LD: It was the first time you turned on me.

*Davin looks pretty sad after that*

DM: I'm sorry, Alexis.

LD: I know.

DM: There's nothing I can do about that now.

LD: On camera.

DM: Or off camera. I mean, there's Mickie to consid-

LD: I know, I know, I know, ok? I know. Still.

DM: Yeah.

LD: I'm talking too much.

DM: You're drunk.

LD: I'm not drunk, YOU'RE drunk.

DM: You make a compelling case.

LD: Thank you. I'm going to bed.

*She stands up, Davin does too and hugs her again, kissing her on top of the head*

DM: G'night, kiddo.

LD: *smiles* G'night best brother-in-law ever.

DM: Damned skippy.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

FADE in on previous Davin/Lexie promo just fading away from a television monitor. PAN to The Crusher Stan Fulton standing nearby watching. He has a big smile on his face.

“Awww. How adorable. How nice to see the Darling and Moreland families getting along. How cute.”

Fulton’s smile disappears and he looks his normal pissed off-self.

“How utterly nauseous. How gag-reflex inducing. How sickening to have to watch.

“Again, this is a damn wrestling organization. Not One Fucking Life to Live. There’s a reason that the Darlings and Morelands are has-beens and never-will-be-agains.

“There’s a reason why, when Alex finally loses that World Heavyweight Championship, he’ll never sniff the main event again. Because they’re all a bunch of whiny emo bitches. Oooo... Fire is having mental issues. Boo-fuckin’-hoo. We all have mental issues. Deal with it.

“You go out to that ring and do your damn job and you don’t fuckin’ whine about it all day long into a whiskey glass. Pussies.

“Now, Davin came up to me the other day and said our careers were on a similar trajectory. As for the Grand Slams and Six-pack champion titles, I certainly agree. But if that means I have to be a whiny emo bitch, I’ll pass thank you very much.

“I can appreciate the Championships and the glory and the merch money, but I’ll be sure to retire when it’s time and not hang on like Kevin Nash and his bad knees.

“Chris Evans. I think I said this, but I may have been dreaming. You can keep your little boy fanclub New Blood thing. I’m here for me and me only. I’ll only surround myself with those that will help me get what I want. Money and Championships. You, Matt Folz. Not going to help.

“I will walk out of Mayhem Wednesday night still your OOWF Intercontinental Champion. You will be lucky to walk out.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Later. Davin is talking near a TNA Reaction-type camera.*

DM: Emo? I'll beat you so badly you'll be emo for the next 6 months. You'll wish you could slice your wrists, but you can't because of your dislocated shoulder and broken arm. I've tried being nice to you, you globby bowling ball of fat on toothpicks - but now? Feel free to go fuck yourself. Talk about "One Life to Live"? What about changing your gimmick and associations every 5 minutes in a desperate attempt to remain relevant? That's about as soap opera as it gets, tubby.

DM: Don't like what we have to say? Don't watch. It's that fucking simple. If you want to throw in your lot with marginal wrestlers like Moose, that's your business. But there will be consequences. Just because I'm a face doesn't make me a pussy.

DM: Speaking of face, what the fuck are you anyway? You change affiliations like I change my socks. Face? Heel? Moose? Faux-Lesbian? Fucking pick a side and stick with it, fatboy. Once you do that, then you've earned the right to critique someone else. In the meantime, know your role, and shut the fuck up. Or else the clowns and spiders will get you. Deuces.

*Davin walks in the other direction*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Arena*

It's clearly the following morning and Alexis Darling is clearly hungover as she's walking through the hallway slowly and with sunglasses on. She shakes her head a few times as she makes her way to a locker room. But it's not the Darling locker room as she slowly knocks on the door and winces each time from the sound. After a moment LD Williams answers the door.

LDW: Hello Alexis...uh, what are you doing here, eh?

Alexis: Quieter.

LDW: What, eh?

Alexis: Are you really saying eh?

LDW: You're writing me, eh.

Alexis: Well stop it. You don't talk like that.

LDW: Okay.

Alexis: I said...wait...nevermind on that one. Is Lucas around?

LDW: I'm not sure...

Stank: It's fine LD. No one else is here and Lexie and I probably should talk.

LDW: Fine...I'll try and keep Moose and Fulton occupied, but don't take too long.

LD steps by Alexis as Alexis walks into the locker room and takes a seat at one of the tables. She takes off her sunglasses as Stank places a bottle of water in front of her.

Stank: What are you doing here Lex?

Alexis: What happened?

Stank: Seriously?

Alexis: I know what you say, but that can't be it. There has to be more.

Stank: And if there isn't? If it's just that I think your brother is a fraud and I can't get past what happened...

Alexis: But you have gotten past it. You don't hate Davin anymore. I'm not saying you two are friends, but you've at least moved past it. You don't hate me and can be civil with me, but Alex it always seems like more.

Stank: He has something that belongs to me.

Alexis: That's bullshit Lucas. He won that in a match with you. No, he hasn't cleanly pinned you in a title match, but you haven't pinned him either so don't try and sling that bull my way. I see through it.

Stank: It's not bullshit Alexis. Alexander has a title I truly believe is mine and I want it back.

Alexis: That's not the issue though Lucas. The title is business and if you were after Alex for business reasons, we wouldn't be having this conversation but it's more than that. You've never gotten over his part in Run DEA and I don't fucking get it. You've gotten past it with Davin. You've gotten past it with Fire. And you've even gotten past it with his fucking twin sister. But Alex has this block with you. And don't tell me it's more personal with him when it was my fucking idea Lucas. I came up with Run DEA. Davin helped a little. But it was me. Alexis Darling. I knew what the future was going to be and I changed it because that's what I do when it comes to family. And yet you forgive me and won't give my brother the time of day. Explain that Lucas.

Stank takes a deep breath as we...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

CUT to, well why not, a TNA Reaction-type camera shot and The Crusher Stan Fulton who is smiling and laughing.

"Such a turn of events. First Davin is praising me as having a Davin Moreland-type career path and the next he's telling me to know my role like he's the Rock.

"I know my role, Mr. Moreland. My role is to be the best in this company. Just like you used to be. I'm not too concerned that you'll beat me very bad. You just don't have it in you anymore. I do. I'm holding titles. You're close to holding a walker.

"And I'm not hanging around with marginal wrestlers. Not only are LD, Tytan and I Campeonas de Trios Champions, but Stank's a very recent World Champion and Moose will soon be Onslaught Champion. You, however, are hanging around marginals. Some won't even hang with you anymore. Texpress would rather team with Firewoman than reform Run DLP. Nothing Happened is a distant memory as are your title reigns.

"You said it yourself. Stank's going to defeat you Wednesday night. Does a man who thinks he's still got it think he's already lost a match?

"As for me changing affiliations, can't argue much with you there. First Ravenna Blue and then Matt Folz and then DEVILS. I morphed into what I needed to be to succeed. Didn't always work. Didn't always suck. But I'm still what I always have been. Right now, better than you. Who's reaching out to Davin Moreland to help them? What's that? I can't hear you say anything.

"Oh that's right. Because no one gives a rat's ass about Davin Moreland except Davin Moreland. Moose and Stank came looking for me. That got me an Intercontinental Championship. LD and Tytan came and got me. Then we got a Campeonas de Trios Championship.

"I've never denied that Davin Moreland was the shit at one time. No one has, and no one still, moves merch like Davin Moreland. But in the ring? No one moves slower than Davin Moreland.

"So, Davin? You were great in your time. But your time's past. Stop fishing for feuds and just retire to your beautiful wife and daughter. Do us all a favor."

FADE

[BookerShark]

Stank - Who says I've forgiven you?

LD - You have... haven't you?

Stank - You Darlings are all alike. You have short memories. At the last Pay per view you blasted me in the head with my World Title Belt, you remember that?

LD - You mean Alex's belt.

Stank - MY belt!

LD - I have a vague recollection of hitting you with my brother's belt.

Stank - Vague? Get the fuck out of here Lexie.

LD - Not until I get a straight answer!

Stank - YOU WANT A STRAIGHT ANSWER?

*Stank rises to his feet. Lexie looks up at Stank with some trepidation but she doesn't move. Stank stares death down at Alexis Darling and doesn't speak for several heartbeats. Finally he turns his back to her and walks to a nearby counter to pour himself a drink.*

Stank - You say one thing and then you do another. You come in here acting like we're cool and we are not. You're not genuine. You're dishonest which I could forgive if either of you weren't so gotdamn dishonest with yourselves. It's mild with you Lexie which is why you might think you and I have no issue... but with your brother... He's a fucking terminal case. And even worse... he's trying to turn his wife into something she's not. You all think you know what's best for her... fuck you... you don't know a gotdamn thing.

But this isn't about her. This is about your brother. Straight answer...? Why the fuck isn't HE here for a straight answer?

LD - You're not seriously going to answer a question with question?

Stank - You want a straight answer you can go fuck yourself Lexie. That answer ain't for you. You know why? Nothing will change and quite honestly I have no idea why you even care. You've never demonstrated you've given a damn about me accept when you were pretending to be on my side during the war. Now if Alex wants one he can come here get it himself. Or he can wait until after I beat Davin and face him to get my belt back. And even if I don't get past Davin... I'm going to get my title back from Alex. One way or the other. Now are we done?

*Lexie stares over at Stank with mild melancholy. She puts on her sunglasses and rises to her feet.*

LD - You might not believe me... but I wish things were different.

Stank - You're right... I don't believe you.

Fade

[BookerShark]

-->CUT to the the outer area on the side of the Comfort Inn Hotel where most of the OOWF talent is staying and we see Honcho Williams fervently walking back and forth in front of some garbage cans and other debris along with CC Scott, who is there trying to calm him down after the events of the match...

HW - I just dont understand it! I came here to fight the top talent in all of wrestling and the last thing I expected was to be kicked in the balls at the start of the match...I don't compete like that and I sure as hell dont like winning that way.

CC - Well if there is any light to this, you were ranked 10th in the latest rankings by the OOWF...

HW - That's nice and all, but at what expense? Now I look like I'm nothing! Just some random guy to build the storyline for this moron! I hope he gets annihilated....and I would like to have a fair match against him sometime too!

CC - You'll get your chance for sure, but now that I have taken over as your agent, I got wind of something you may like to hear.

HW - Am I facing him next week? How dare he come me some random newcomer! I wouldn't be in this company if I wasn't one of the elite!

CC - Calm down about him...he'll get what he has coming to him, trust me. But, you do have a match next week. It will allow you to re-establish your dominance and show how much of a force you are!

HW - You have my attention bro.

CC - You are in a tag team match, with JW Westgaard.....against....jobbers...

HW - Damn jobbers...however, in this case, it will be nice to kick the tar out of someone after what happened earlier. I look forward to it.

-->During this time, a few people walk down the same road that Williams is on, and they recognize who they are immediately....somehow here in Japan there are fans who speak perfect english...and that star conversing with the two.

F1 - Holy christmas! It's Honcho Williams and CC Scott, you guys are awesome! Can we get a picture with you guys?

HW - Of course, if you're cool with that dude.

CC - Absolutely, as long as you dont mind your camera breaking from my smile.

F2 - Hold on, I got my camera, hey man, do you mind taking this picture?

F3 - I guess so...

-->The picture is taken, and luckily, the smiles of neither Williams or Scott broke the camera.

F1/F2 - Thanks so much guys...we really appreciate this! Were huge fans!

HW - Thanks for the support guys, we always appreciate having fans like yourselves in our corner!

F3 - Dont count me in, I think you suck...you looked like a little bitch getting kicked in the balls like that....loser.

CC - I ought to cut your god damn...(HW grabs him by the shoulder)

HW - Nah man, forget him, he's not worth it.

F1 - Come on man, be quiet.

F3 - No I won't this guy is a straight up bitch. Plus, he likes to please the fans by hanging out with kids...must make him feel special...what a bu..

-->With this, Williams delivers an IRISH THUNDERBOLT directly on the chin on the man, who staggers back and falls down in a heap...(\

F2 - WOAH! That was.....AWESOME! Can you do it again?

-->At this comment, Honcho laughs and once again thanks the fans for his support and steps over the guy of whom he kicked his head off. Scott gives Williams a good luck pat as Scott goes to he car and Williams enters the hotel...


FADE

[BookerShark]

*Chris Evans has just finished watching the promos that Stan Fulton has done this week*

So it seems Fulton that you can’t see a good thing when you see it. I come to you out of the goodness of my heart to help shape this business for the benefit of the New Guard, and what do you do? You tell me to shove it up my ass.

*sigh* That’s a shame, Fulton. A real shame. I really thought that the two of us would be able to work together to achieve a common goal. But you seem to want to continue making things more difficult for yourself, that’s fine with me.

Your words about breaking me, making me feel pain, are simply that: words. After all the shit that I’ve been put through in this company, you have no idea how much I want this. I really wanted to help you, get you into a group that could help you become a man that could very well go on to be a World Champ. But this week, I’m gonna have to make you my first target. . Hell, maybe if you keep pissing him off, Davin will make my job that much easier.

And as far as Davin is concerned, I’ll get to him when the time is right.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

*Stank's Locker Room*

The door bursts open and Stank quickly jumps into a fighting position and he is about to get aggressive when he sees Alexander Darling stroll into the locker room. Stank makes his way around the couch and is about to attack when Alexander takes the OOWF World Title Belt off from around his waist and places it on the table that Stank and Alexis sat at earlier today. Alexander takes a seat in the same chair his sister was in earlier...

Stank: What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Alexander: You said if you were gonna talk, you were gonna talk to me. Now personally, I think you're just a fucking hypocrite...but it really does seem like there's more than meets the eye and I am nothing if not a great god damn listener Lucas. So why don't you sit your fat ass down and tell me a story.

Stank: You arrogant, egotistical fuck. What gives you the right...

Alexander: As a former colleague of mine says, this right here *pats the title* gives me the right to say and do whatever I want. Lucas, you're not going to attack me because you want to be able to say that if and when the time comes that you beat me that you did it without any excuses, so sit down and talk to me. You clearly have shit you need to get off your chest.

Stank: ...

Alexander: I'm not going anywhere.

Stank: Fine.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is in her office talking on her cell phone to someone.

GMSa-T: I know, right? Firewoman being frickin' crazy actually benefited me for once... That's right, no money for the relief fund went to bailing them out. I stalled as long as I could...I dunno...yeah I know they've been hanging out, has he talked to you about it? You know how I feel about it... I know she's been really good, but I haven't forgotten and... I'll be professional, but no...YES, I'll be nice, but my answer is still no... good, yours is too, you scared me for a sec...I know, and those darn DEA letters came up again... but that's not a reason... phew, glad we agree... I don't think so...the usual, Davin and Uncle Moose having a, um, what do you call it? A pissing contest?...totally, they're like twelve, if that...omigosh, is she okay?...good, some time off her feet might be good for her, help her get some perspective and junk...no, they still haven't signed it, but they're still working, so I guess?...I guess it has potential, but Evans isn't exactly a talker, if ya know what I mean, so I'll wait and see where it goes...sure, if they want it, they got it...totally... it's their funeral, right?... where are you anyway? I thought you were gonna come see me? I miss you.

Man's Voice from the door: I'm here.

Selena springs out of her chair.

GMSa-T: YAY!!!

[BookerShark]

*Stank finds himself for the second time in the last couple of hours, staring daggers into a Darling. He walks over and stands across the table from Alex, bends down, and plants both fists on either side of the OOWF World Title Belt laying on the table between them. He leans in close so that Alex and he are eye to eye.*

Stank - You got some nerve asking anything of me.

Alex - I am the OOWF World Champion and I ask whatever the fuck I want.

*Stank looks down at the OOWF World Title belt then back up into Alexander Darling's intense gaze.*

Stank - The fact that your nameplate is on my World Title belt makes me sick. It literally makes me physically ill to look at that.

Alex - Really Lucas? Is that all you got? I got news for you asshole... listening to your hypocritical BULLSHIT literally makes ME physically ill.

Stank - Hypocritical bullshit you say? Pray tell motherfucker. What hypocritical bullshit?

Alex - I'm here to get answers not give them.

Stank - Oh you want ANSWERS!

*On the way to rising to his full height, Stank reaches over to the edge with his left hand and FLINGS the table from between Alexander Darling and himself. The OOWF World Title belt FLIES into a wall and slips down behind a couch.*

Stank - WHY the FUCK do you EVEN CARE?

*The World Champion stands up from his seat and looks up into Stank's icy stare, refusing to back down.*

Stank - Is it... Is it SO gotdamn important for me to like you Alex? Is THAT what this is? You want to know why I don't like the man who not only betrayed me once, BUT TWICE!?? You want to hear one more time how much of a clueless fuck I think you are? You REALLY want me to break it down for you... you shit! Let me introduce you to a lethal dose of reality Alexander Darling.

Alex - I can't fucking wait.

Stank - You think the problem is that I've forgiven others past transgressions, but not yours? No idiot. The problem isn't that I haven't forgiven you. The problem is that I have... ... and you.. didn't then... or have now... given a damn. You want to know the difference between Moreland and you, besides the obvious? Moreland not only apologized to me... he actually owned up to his transgressions. No he didn't apologize FOR them. He didn't make excuses. He came to me man to man and apologized for their result. He didn't pretend they didn't happen. He acknowledged it and made a good faith effort to get past it. No he and I aren't going to be close buddies, but he earned my respect on that day... you know why? Because I didn't ask him to apologize... and he didn't ask me to forgive him. He had every right not to expect it, but he got it. Because forgiveness is earned, Alex not taken.

We've had this conversation before and I told you the same thing then... and you still don't get it. You seem to want there to be something more to it than that. Truth is Alex...

*Stank holds his hands out and shakes his head.*

Stank - There isn't much more. You want me to forgive you... and you haven't given me a reason to. What's worse is that you EXPECT it. I can FEEL it every time we battle in the ring. It's like you're trying to TAKE it from me. Who the fuck do you think you are Alexander Darling? You think you can take forgiveness from me? It's funny Alex. It really is... because you already had it... And you didn't recognize it.

Tell me something BOY... what's the most fucked up thing I've ever done to you, hmmmm? I can think of one or two, but I want you now to ask yourself... have I ever reached out to you seeking forgiveness? Have I ever busted into your locker room asking you, and I mean you personally, asking you for straight answers? Have I asked you to forgive me?

*Alex just continues with his intense glare at Stank opting not to answer, but you can see the wheels turning.*

Stank -I've done some fucked up shit, to alot of motherfuckers, but I ain't asking for forgiveness. If they want to give it to me fine, but I ain't asking, and damn sure don't expect it. Everything I've done, face or heel, cheered or booed, I did it. I own that shit. Am I sorry? For some of it... maybe. Do I have regrets? Maybe, but that's my motherfucking cross to bear, not anyone else. I don't give a damn if anyone likes it or not.

You and Lexie both told me.. wasn't personal, it was just business and you know what... I didn't like that answer. For me it was personal... but I accepted your answer. Fine. You wanted to use your betrayal of me as stepping stone to greater heights. I get that. What I don't get is why you not only wanted me to accept it, but to like it. Don't fucking shake your head like that shit isn't true because it is... you wanted me... to like it. Well fuck you Alex. I didn't like it. That shit hurt and I ain't insecure enough to not admit it hurt mostly because I misjudged you. So I sat back and waited to see what kind of man you would evolve into... what kind of CHAMPION you would be.

Your first World Title run what the fuck did you do? Your first order of business was to exclude me and others like me who had been World Champion from competing against you. That shit offended me. Oh you acted like you were championing the supposed talent that was being held down, but you and I both know the truth. You were scared. You were scared of The Five and it was that very fear Alex that brought The Five's wrath down upon you. In the end it was one of us who took you down. You know who I'm talking about. You carved her up like a slab of beef. You carved your initials in her brother's chest, both of them friends of mine. I know you want to pretend like that shit didn't happen, but it did... and you refuse to own it. That shit offends me. Unforgivable? Clearly not. You married her. She's your wife. It defies description and what's more she convinced me... ME... to cut you a break. So I sat back and waited to see the kind of man you would evolve into... the kind of CHAMPION you would be... but your second run at the title didn't last very long now did it? Moose cashed in his vague promise and took the title from you. But you handled it like a champ. You didn't complain too much. You bided your time and created an opportunity to get the belt back for your third and current reign. Of course all it required was yet another betrayal... of me.

Winter is coming. A second war. You planted that idea in Juni's warped mind and pushed the motherfucker over the edge. I had the man in check. He was managable. The Administration was humming along nicely. I even brought your wife in which had done more for her than all the fucking therapy sessions she's undergone with Dr Sid. Firewoman has grown more in her time as Commissioner than any other in her adult life. I facilitated that growth and YOU put that shit in jeopardy. It's a testament to her stregnth that she remains commissioner despite all the upheaval... but I didn't exactly come out of that unscathe now did I? You got my World Title... and now you want straight answers... you want MORE.

And Alexander Darling doesn't wait... he's going to TAKE it from me. I'd given him my forgiveness and he spits in my face. He comes in here looking for answers already given and he. wants. more....You want so much more Alex until it fills that empty, cold, spot in your heart where the doubt resides. The doubt... that's the real heart of the matter. That's why you'll NEVER beat me... because I'm not going to fill that hole in your heart, Alex. And now...? Now we're at a point where you are actually going to HAVE to take it... and that... motherfucker... THAT... offends me.

There's your straight answer. You can dismiss it as hypocritical bullshit all you want. It would only prove that you are not a great god damn listener at all... just a fucking liar, not only to me, but to yourself.

Not that this will happen, but if I never win another World Championship. If I somehow fail to take it from you it won't define me because I've already been defined. I'm a Grand Slam Champion. The longest reigning World and Intercontinental Champion. Eight time World Tag Team Champion. A future Hall of Famer. I don't NEED to beat you Alex. Don't get it twisted... I WILL beat you, but I don't NEED to. You...? You stand on the cusp of greatness. You stand at the gate.

I am the gatekeeper and I find you lacking.

Don't believe me?

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is TRAINING~! against some jobbers from NOAH. They keep coming at her, just BARELY this side of a shoot match, in a kind of handicapped match, with Alexis Darling standing ringside, shouting out encouragement, direction, and various other things. Fire may or may not be paying attention, as she is matching them move for move, and as they ramp up the intensity, she does as well. She seems to be really getting into the fight.

LD: Take it easy, Fire, they're just loaners.

But, we can't tell if she hears her or not. She gets free, and heads up top and hits a beautiful missile drop kick that, unfortunately, connects to the first wrestler's jaw. Blood spurts everywhere as he falls back, clutching his jaw. His partner sees this and is enraged, attacks Fire, who smiles.

FW: Yeah? Just bring it!

LD: FIRE!!

The two start trading real blows and Fire ducks one at the last minute, tripping him up and flipping over at the same time, getting him into the Last Chancery, kind of for real though. She flips back to knee him in the face, a la her mentor, and back into the Last Chancery. He's furiously tapping, and Fire's not letting go, growling something probably obscene in Japanese through clenched teeth. Alexis yells for her to stop, but again she doesn't hear, or doesn't care. Alexis gets a bucket of water, because we now have those by the training ring, and throws it on her. This does get her to release the hold. The NOAH jobber goes to check on his partner, and get the two of them to medical.

FW: HEY!! What the fuck, Lexie!

LD: Don't what the fuck me! You are NOT TO BREAK THE LOCALS!

FW: I did not break anyone....

She looks at the two leaving, sees the blood all over the ring.

FW: Oh....oops. *she calls after them*....SORRY!!! WARUKATTA!!

She turns back to see Alexis, hands on her hips, shaking her head.

FW: WHAT? You saw how stiff they were. It's like they were trying to--

LD: You think Eric or Attitude Adjuster are going to cut you any slack? They're going to do the same thing and if you don't keep your head, you could get disqualified...or worse.

FW: Let's not get dramatic.

Firewoman rolls under the bottom rope and goes to get a towel to dry off.

LD: *sighing* Why did you even ask me to help you? Alex is your partner.

FW: Yeah, and he wouldn't be nearly as tough on me.

LD: Oh, I dunno....

FW: You know as well as I do that all I have to do is give him "the look" and it's all over.

LD: True...so you need to listen. You need to keep your head in there. I don't care if you get DQed so much, except for the trashing our locker rooms will take. I DO CARE that they both want to take you out, for some crazy twisted reason, and if you don't stay focused, they just might do it.

Firewoman gets a strange look on her face.

FW: Yeah, well, if they do they do.

LD: Fire....

FW: Know this Lexie....I don't want them to...but if they take me out, I'm going to be damn sure to take one or both of them with me.

Firewoman throws the towel in the corner and starts to walk towards the hall to head back to the suites, then turns around, looking for the ninja cam. The OOWF banner drops behind her.

FW: That's right. You all can make fun of the fact the ninja cams follow me 24/7, and get all pissy about it if you want. I mean...I could say "I will hit you so hard I will hit you very hard" two or three times a week, but that's pretty much a yawn fest. Or I could be a real person. A real person who is going to kick the asses of anyone in the ring that gets in her way, or threatens anything she holds important. Just because I'm leaving it in the ring these days doesn't mean you all shouldn't be very concerned.

So keep sniping, Crusher. That's really brilliant. Poke sticks at the woman whose mental stability is not so stable. And Psycho? Now who's ducking who? Unless you're afraid of getting beat by a girl.....again. You know where to find me.

The banner goes away.

LD: Now where are you going.

FW: Dunno...out.

LD: Nope.

FW: No?

LD: Not without me, or Davin, or Alex, or all three. Or Lucky. You're all keyed up, you'll just get into a fight or something.

FW: Fine. Whatever.

Firewoman continues toward the exit. Alexis shakes her head again and follows her.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is walking down the hall when SFJ13 stops him>

SFJ13: Moose, you have been very quiet this week, would you like to comment on your match this week? You have a four way dance for a shot at the Onslaught championship.

MHJ: I am going to win.

SFJ13: That's all?

MHJ: What else needs to be said?

SFJ13: What about Folz?

MHJ: What about him? He is an accomplished wrestler who doesn't have much to say. Does he give a shit about the title? Does he just want to hurt Lobo? Quite honestly, I don't care. He is in my way this week. Next week, we may team, this week, he is an obstacle and will be treated as such.

SFJ13: Mai?

MHJ: A religious nut who is in over her head. I already proved I am better than her. Why she is even in this match is beyond me. Go home and play with your dolls little girl

SFJ13: Psykle?

MHJ: Psykle will find out all Quinns are not the same. I don't run

SFJ13: You mentioned Quinns, what do you think about Firewoman's recent cry for help?

MHJ: I think I am going to win this match, and then I am going to beat Lobo, or whoever holds the title, and collect some well-earned cash.

SFJ13: That's not what I aske.......

<Moose walks away and we fade to black>

<we fade back in and Moose is in the locker room with Stank, Fulton and LD>

MHJ: Where's Tytan?

LD: He had a little tweak in his knee he was getting looked at

<Stank is staring off into space>

MHJ: Yo, champ, you with us?

Sta: <snapping back to reality> Huh? Yeah. That little fuck just annoys me....

MHJ: You are preaching to the choir man.

Sta: Yeah I get that, but fuck him

MHJ: Indeed

LDW: Crush, you want to go with me to see the GM?

SF: Ugh, why?

LDW: Next week, live in Sendai, Japan, we are defending these Campeonas de Trios titles

SF: Against who?

LDW: Well that we have to figure out

SF: What about Team Headcase?

LDW: Team Headcase?

SF: Davin, Darling and Fire

LDW: Maybe, I guess. Maybe we should put an open challenge out there?

MHJ: Maybe Stank and I will find a partner and challenge for those titles?

SF: HA! Who are you going to find to team with YOU?

<as if on cue, Poe walks through the door>

LD: WHAT?

<Moose, Stank and LD shake hands with Poe>

MHJ: Good to see you Omar, you sticking around?

Poe: Just in Japan on business, thought I would stop by

LD: You met Stan Fulton?

Poe: <extending his hand> I have not. Heard about you though

SF: <shaking Poe's hand> I've heard about you as well

Sta: So, Poe.......you got one more match in you? Moose, Poe and Stank vs. LD, Tytan and Fulton?

Poe: <laughing> Gentlemen, I am retired. Though........I can't say I hate it. Maybe another time?

Sta: The offer stands.

<Poe turns to leave, then stops and turns back and looks at the four men assembled in the locker room and a slight smile passes across his face>

Poe: Namaste gentlemen

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*Davin is sipping a Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee watching Stank's last promo*

DM: It's become popular to take me for granted.

DM: Just because I don't go around beating my chest telling everyone Just. How. Great. I. Am. anymore, doesn't mean that I'm not exactly that. Great.

DM: "Time has passed me by" is pretty popular. I'm 35 years old, not 55. I was the World Champion in this calendar year. There's been lots of talk about "old guard" vs. "new guard". I prefer to think of it as "Now Guard" vs. "Green Guard". Green Guard does a lot of fucking yacking, but not a lot of winning when it counts.

DM: It's fine to yack, when you can back it up. If you can't, you sound like a fucking moron.

DM: Which is what brings me to tomorrow night. I'm disappointed, Lucas. Now listen, I get that Alex was sitting there right in front of you, and you wanted to make a point to him. I get it. I do. But when you said "I'll take my belt back"; you were a bit presumptuous.

DM: You see, you and I have a #1 Contender's Match in Fukashima tomorrow night. These folks, especially, deserve the very best match we can give them. I agree with that.

DM: But to dismiss me like these Green Guard kids, Lucas? Sorry, man. You're not good enough to dismiss me. As a matter of fact, no one is.

DM: You and I have been to hell and back many, many times - too many times to count at this point. And not just in matches, but in matches with something on the fucking line. Usually the World Heavyweight Championship.

DM: Tomorrow night, in Fukashima, it's for the right to be called #1 Contender to that title.

DM: And I don't know if you've noticed, Lucas - but the World Heavyweight Championship means a little something to me. I've won it more times than anyone else, after all.

DM: Should you beat me, you've earned the right to face Alex. But you're forgetting one thing-

DM: You need to beat me first. And let's be honest - I respect the hell out of Alex, but Davin Moreland is your biggest obstacle on the way to reclaiming the title. And you have the balls to ignore and dismiss me.

DM: That doesn't sit very well, Lucas. So, as if the World Heavyweight Championship weren't enough motivation - now I have a little extra. Keep dismissing me. Keep overlooking me. This is how Davin Moreland snuck up on everyone all those years ago. It would appear that it has come full circle, and despite my cemented status as a great, if not THE Greatest athlete ever to grace a OOWF ring? People are choosing to doubt Davin Moreland again.

DM: I'm like El Dandy. And who in the blue fuck are you to doubt El Dandy? That's right.

DM: Stank, if you beat me Wednesday, you've earned the right to face Alex for the title.

DM: But, I've got a little inside information. You're not beating Davin Moreland. And Alex, you're not beating Davin Moreland either. That is my title, and I'm coming to get it. And I'm damn well gonna keep it this time - booking or no booking.

DM: Don't believe me?

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Poe walks back into Selena's office as she is sitting down at her desk with the Night Marchers. They stand to greet him.

Aina: Omar, brah, howzit?

Poe: All is well, my friend.

Kai: The Kai welcomes a living legend.

Poe: And I welcome you, my dear friend.

They all shake hands. Selena clears her throat, getting their attention.

Poe: And my lovely bride.

Poe leans over the desk and kisses Selena.

GMSa-T: Wanna stay for the negotiations?

Poe: You're talking contracts? With no lawyers?

Aina: Just us ol' friends, brah. No need for that. Selena won't screw us over.

GMSa-T: Trust me.

Aina: K, don't start that.

Poe: This is not wise. Friends doing business such as this can get messy. Have the lawyers handle this.

GMSa-T: I can handle this.

Poe: I know you can. But understandings between friends often get lost in contract terminology. What you agreed on and meant to say becomes something else.

Selena sits back with a sigh.

GMSa-T: Fine. We'll get some law dudes in here.

Kai: What would you do if you were us, brah?

Poe: I'd do what is best for me. If it's staying here, great. I have the utmost faith that Selena will make this the best federation in the world today. If your futures lie elsewhere, I wish you the best of luck and suggest you don;t burn any bridges on your way out. Unlike what Noelani planned to do.

Aina: We'll have to give that some thought.

Poe: Take your time.

GMSa-T: Yeah, I can keep you guys in with temp contracts for as long as ya want.

Poe: Friends, beloved, I am off to one of my favorite establishments in Fukushima.

GMSa-T: Don't drink too much. We have plans later.

Poe: I am not aware of any plans tonight.

GMSa-T: I always have plans, you know that.

Poe: Touche, beloved, touche. Kai, Aina, be well. Kai, give my regards to Kono.

Kai: Thanks for helping her out too, brah. Never got the chance...

Poe: Don't mention it. She's a good girl and a good cop. Namaste.

GMSa-T: Bye, Omie.

Poe leaves.

Kai: Heh. Omie.

GMSa-T: Don't make me throw something at you.

Kai: The Kai will catch it, turn that son bitch sideways...

Aina: Brah.

GMSa-T: Yeah, dude. There will be no turning sideways and sticking anything up any candy asses. Hahaha, I said asses.

Aina: Not in here at least.

GMSa-T: Right. Totally turn everything sideways and stick whatever you want up Texpress' asses. Hahaha I said it again.

Aina: That's quite a picture you just painted, Selena.

GMSa-T: I know right? Let's get a law dude in here.

Selena picks up her phone as we *fade*

[BookerShark]

*Stank is walking down a hallway with Moose when Davin Moreland's promo catches his attention on a nearby monitor.*

Stank - Hold up Moose.

*Moose stops and turns as Stank walks closer to the monitor taking in Davin's words. The promo ends and Stank just shakes his head.*

Stank - Is there a ninjacam in the house?

*A ninjacam makes his prescene known and Stank turns toward him.*

Stank - Davin... c'mon man. What do you take me for? You think I'm an idiot? You think I'm stupid? No one in their right mind would dismiss YOU before com-

*The glare on Moose's face arrests Stank's attention momentarily.*

Stank - I said no one in their RIGHT mind...

*Moose smirks and folds his arms across his chest.*

Stank - Can I continue...?

MHJ - Go ahead. I'm not stopping you.

Stank - Listen Davin. I'm not dismissing you. You said it yourself. Alex was standing right there in front of me and I was laying it out for him, answering a question he had for me. If what you saw in that promo you took as a dismissal well I'm sorry you feel that way. That's not the message I want to send. The only message you should have recieved from that promo is the depth of my resolve.

The fact is... you are an obstacle. And I yours. If we were talking say... Chris Evans here THAT would be a dismissal.

Greetings from the Old Guard Chris.

No. You're Davin Moreland. I am well aware of the fact. Crusher doesn't speak for me. Don't mistake his words for mine. Should you get past me to face Darling... I'll find another way. But know this... I WILL get back the World Title. Whether it's you, Alex, Crusher, LD, Moose, Fire... That belt is coming back to me. I'm not overlooking you Davin. I fully expect us to go to war come Mayhem. It's going to take everything I have to beat you. That and more. The stakes are high and I will rise to the occasion. Ain't nothing about our match set in stone and if you think that I'm taking you lightly, you're dead wrong.

I get it though. This is you we're talking about here... and if you need to put a little extra "stank" on our match for extra motivation, if you need to create some hostility, I'm good with that. I will go right there with you.

Don't believe me?

Then you haven't been paying attention.

*Stank turns from the camera and he and Moose continue on their way as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

*Davin smiles during an autograph signing as a fan shows him Stank's latest promo*

DM: Ratings, Lucas. 2 claims to the GOAT, only one of them can move on to beat the shit out of the champ. You know what to do. Cock a doodle doo.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

GM Selena walks into the writers’ room. She looks around at the writers’ table and sees Brad, Brian, John, Tommy, Doug, Chris, Scott, Chad, Eric, and Lou seated around it. Kayfabe is restrained and gagged in the corner with what we can only assume are toys from Firewoman’s basement.

GMSa-T: Okay guys, let’s get started. Wait, where’s Leesa and Chris?

Chris raises his hand.

Chris: I’m right here.

GMSa-T: No, the other Chris?

Tommy: He’s at Yale or something.

GMSa-T: And Leesa?

Brian: Ken-po.

GMSa-T: Why does she always schedule those for our meetings?

General murmur as no one knows. Selena takes her seat.

GMSa-T: *to Lou* Who are you?

Lou: I’m Lou.

GMSa-T: You don’t write for the show.

Lou: I do not.

GMSa-T: So why are you here?

Lou: Um, I represent the fans?

Tommy: He’s a fan of the American League Champion Texas Rangers.

Lou: The Rangers are awesome.

GMSa-T: Okay, fine, stay, who’s got some new ideas?

Scott: I have one.

GMSa-T: Let’s hear it, Scott.

Scott: I don’t think Davin Moreland should make fun of Stan Fulton because he’s fat.

Tommy: Then he shouldn’t be so damn fat.

Scott: Fuck you all!

Scott gets up and leaves.

Doug: What was that?

Eric is laughing as he plays with his phone.

GMSa-T: Eric! Stop tweeting during the meeting!

Eric: But it’s awesome! I just tweeted that Stan Fulton is fat. LOL!

GMSa-T: Who has some real ideas?

Brad: We need to do something to get the Hawai’ians over. They’re really talented but no one seems to care.

Tommy: They really don’t care.

Brian: I like them.

John: You like Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Tommy: We should bring Poe back.

John: And reform the Five.

ALL: NO!!!

John: The Five was awesome.

Brian: The Five sucked and you know it.

John: I know you suck.

Leesa comes rushing into the room, tossing down her gym bag.

Leesa: Sorry I’m late. I’ll catch up.

Chad: Ma’am.

Leesa smiles as she takes her seat.

Brian: You didn’t miss anything.

GMSa-T: Just asking for ideas.

Leesa: I think we should bring Chris Jericho back.

John: And then we can break up Alex and Fire.

Chris: Isn’t he doing revenge of the World’s Dumbest Game Show Musical Acts or something?

Leesa: DEAD TO ME!

Brian: Thanks for contributing, Chris, you should do it more often.

Chris: Yeah yeah, shut up.

Brian: Back to Alex and Fire, they’re hitting their stride. You can’t break them up now.

John: Sure we can, no one cares about Darling.

Tommy: Texans just scored.

Brian: He’s the champion…although you couldn’t tell by the way he was booked.

John: He’s booked just fine. Stank or LD Williams should be Champion anyways.

Tommy: Davin Moreland is the greatest Champion of all time.

Brad: I hate John Cena.

GMSa-T: Random.

Doug: Whatever we do, can we eliminate these shades of grey. Be a heel or be a face. Just pick one.

Kayfabe lets out a muffled scream as a blood vessel bursts in her eye.

Brad: I like the grey.

Doug: The grey is stupid!

Brad: John Cena is stupid.

Brian nods.

GMSa-T: I smell booze.

Chris: Brad, Doug, John, and I have been drinking since we got here.

Brian: Know what else you should do?

Chris: What?

Brian: WRITE A PROMO!

Doug: Oh, we need to build up the tag team division.

Brad: Which goes back to my point about the Hawai’ians.

John: We can put Moose back in the tag division.

Brad: And the division is killed.

John: kz were great Champions.

Lou: Rangers just tied it up!

Tommy: Awesome. Hamilton’s a beast.

Brad: Baseball sucks almost as much as John Cena.

Tommy: Better than kickball.

Selena groans as she runs her hands through her hair.

GMSa-T: Can we focus, please?

Tommy: I think Moose should put over J-P Sparxx. That kid is the future.

John: Absolutely not.

Brian: Does Moose put over anybody?

John: Let’s make Stank World Champion.

Brian: How ‘bout we not?

John: How ‘bout you shut up?

Eric keeps tweeting.

Doug: Eric O’Mac could be Champ.

Eric: Now we’re talking. Eric O’Mac would make a great Champion.

Brad: Anyone else notice a lot of us have the same names as wrestlers with the company?

John: I guess.

Chad: We could always reform Run DEA.

Tommy: That’s a fantastic idea! Run DEA was the greatest stable in the history of the OOWF. Oh, and the Jets suck.

Brad: Cena sucks.

John: You mean the Five.

Brian: Yeah, the Five sucked.

John: Alex sucks.

Brian nods.

Brad: Okay, it’s getting late and nothing seems to be getting done so I’m out. Later guys.

Tommy: Bye Brad.

John: Night Brad.

Doug: Later Brad.

Brad gets up to leave, and as if being magically controlled by him, Selena does the same without a word. She follows him out the door as we *fade*

[BookerShark]

**Davin Moreland is in his locker room when someone knocks on the door. He opens it, and L.D. Williams is there, carrying the leather case Davin gave to Stank last week. Williams hands the case to Davin, who weighs it experimentally.**

DM: “Feels a little light.”

LDW: “Donation to Covenant House.”

DM: “I didn’t agree to that part.”

**L.D. raises an eyebrow.**

DM: “Fuck it. It’s a good cause. Besides, the money’s just a way to keep score.”

LDW: “Exactly.”

DM: “Drink?

LDW: “Always.”

**Fade to sometime later. Davin and L.D. are drinking. L.D. notices a picture of Mickie and smiles.**

LDW: “It’s awesome, isn’t it?”

DM: “What’s that?”

LDW: “Fatherhood.”

DM: “Yeah, absolutely. I mean everyone says it’ll completely change your life, and you think you get it, but then…wait…you?”

LDW: “Long story.”

**Davin looks like he’s about to say something, but thinks better of it.**

LDW: “So, this match you want to have.”

DM: “Should be a good one!”

LDW: “Really?”

DM: “Sorry.”

LDW: “Make it whatever you want.”

DM: “No preferences?”

LDW: “Nope…I trust your judgement.”

DM “…”

LDW: “…”

DM: “…”

LDW: “You know what I mean.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison has been watching OOWF TV. Suddenly, a light bulb appears over his head. ~~~

Chad: I have an Idea.

Zane: This should be fun.

Chad: Perfect solution to the whole Davin/Fire Trios thing.

Zane: Oh?

Chad: Yeah. Run DEA challenges for them.

Zane: Come again?

Chad: Easy. Run DEA wins them. Then it can be any of the 6 of us. Davin, Fire and You, Alexis Fire and I, Davin Alex and Lexi, whatever.

Zane: One flaw.

Chad: Just One? I mean, what?

Zane: Who wrestles together first?

Chad: Well.. I was..... thinking......

Zane: I figured.

Chad: What?

Zane: Go Ahead. Get it out of your system.

Chad: You mean....?

Zane: You Davin and Lisa. Take the open challenge.

Chad: You sure.

Zane: Just call everyone already.

~~~ Chad grabs his phone and we fade.....~~~

[BookerShark]

Fire is SITTING~! at not quite the seediest bar in the area, having had the seediest vetoed by Alexis. Alexis is being distracted at the bar by some people who want Isis's autograph. Fire has already signed her share, and is looking into the bottom of her almost empty glass, when another is sat in front of her.

FW: No, thanks, but I should be done...really...

Waitress: It's from that gentlemen over there.

Firewoman cranes her neck around and sees Poe leaning against the bar. He raises his glass in a mocking toast, and then, as the waitress walks away, he comes over and sits down. Alexis sees this and starts to rush over, as nothing but bad can come of this, but Poe waves a hand telling her to stay. Firewoman hesitates, and then nods. Alexis reluctantly nods and then goes back to distracting the NOAH fans, because they would go apeshit over this.

FW: So, should I check it for poison? Roofies?

Poe: I think you've been drugged quite enough in recent history, don't you?

Firewoman's face flushes at the memories, or the lack thereof.

FW: So....what did you want then?

Poe: I want to thank you, first of all.

FW: Seriously...

Poe: Yes. For giving Selena a chance.

FW: You know, I never DISLIKED her. I disliked the fact that you were taking an underage girl across all sorts of state and country lines, and--

Poe: How did you put it? "Brainwashing her to be a mindless drone who would do your every bidding?"

FW: Sounds like me.....

Poe: I never understood your reaction... until Ecosystem's revelation, of course....then it made sense.

Fire downs her drink in one gulp at the mention. Poe motions for another and the waitress brings one more for each of them.

FW: Well...to your wife the GM then.

They both drink. Fire is mid-drink, when Poe speaks next, and she about spits it out her nose.

Poe: So, what was it like, being Eco's minion.

FW: Fuck. You.

Poe: I'm curious, Lioness. You fought so hard against me....you hated me for what I did, you claimed, to your friends, and yet, Junichiro Muyo comes along and--

FW: I was mostly comatose, asshole, when he started to drug me and play mind games.

Poe: Oh yes.....I don't know if Alex told you....I used all the resources at my disposal to aid in the search for you.

FW: No...he didn't....

Poe: Ah well, he had other things to worry about once you came back. Which...I offered to help him with your release too, but he surmised, quite rightly I suppose, that if you even guessed I was involved--

FW: Yeah, wouldn't have happened. ............It's just......

Firewoman takes a long pause, seemingly to gather her thoughts. Alexis is still keeping the NOAH fans busy and distracted, but glances over to see how things are going.

Poe: Well?

FW: I .... I have been trying to find a way to explain it to myself...how I was so....even before the match with Tytan, I thought Eco...the dead Eco..... was talking to me. I didn't find it weird, that sort of thing happens in our family a lot.....but ......

Poe: He found a weak spot. It's how I would do it. Exploit a weakness, make it seem like I made that person stronger...he found one in you, one that I could never find.. I'll admit to being a bit impressed, and a bit...disappointed.

FW: You and me both.

Poe: Still.....Past is past, right? You got a new position in the company, new family, new tag team........

FW: Yeah......

Poe takes a drink and thinks a moment....

Poe: I'm going to tell you some things, Lioness, that I've not told you before. Age and distance make it seem....appropriate. And I want you to listen.

Fire starts to get defensive at this, but then settles down.

Poe: There was a reason I wanted all three of you to be in my stable. You were three of the most talented wrestlers to come out of the US in a very long time. It infuriated me to no end that you were so damn stubborn. I admit, I was listening to people I probably should not have at the time, and did things that I now regret.

Fire says nothing, but does rub her side a bit, in memory.

Poe: So now that you are tag-teaming with the Boy....

FW: Alexander....

Poe: Still defiant. Fine. Alexander....if you make that permanent, I don't think even your beloved Texpress could take you.

FW: Wow....thanks, I--

Poe: I am not finished. I don't think I have to warn you of dangers of mixing business with ... pleasure....

FW: ....

Poe: Having said that, I do wonder what took the two of you so long.

FW: Huh?

Poe: If you'd done it sooner, then so much could have been avoided. Now, as to your brother--

FW: I'm not talking to you about Moose.

Poe: No, you should talk to Moose about Moose. You did not see him after you had be stabbed and he practically ripped the locker room apart trying to find who did it.

FW: Right. So he could team with him years later.

Poe: You forget, he comes from the same background as you....expressing how he feels......it isn't any easier for him than it is for you.

FW: It doesn't have to do with what he has or hasn't done, or does or doesn't say, Omar. So drop it.

Poe: Fine, it is dropped. But he's one of my oldest friends, so I felt--

FW: And therein lies the problem, Omar. Thanks for the drink.

Poe sits there like he would want to say more, but Fire is clearly done listening.

Poe: Good luck on your match, Lioness. Despite everything, I'd hate to see you out of this business.

FW: .......Thanks......

Poe starts to get up, but turns around when Fire speaks.

FW: Hey......

Poe: What is it?

FW: Look....I'm not ready to apologize yet......

Poe: For?

FW: Heh...the whole stalking you in the back hallways of an airport and almost burning you alive....

Poe: Oh, I hardly remember that. *but his expression and entire demeanor suggests otherwise*

FW: Yes well....I need to apologize....but I really don't feel sorry yet.

Poe: Ah.....well then....

FW: Someday....not now....but I am glad that I didn't follow through.

Poe: Well...we'll take that as progress then. Good night, Lioness.

FW: Night, Omar.

Poe gives her a somewhat less sarcastic than usual nod, and then turns and leaves. Alexis breaks away from the fans, and sits down with Fire.

LD: FINALLY! What the hell did he want?

FW: I dunno....Closure? Dr. Sid is big on talking about that word.

LD: Well, neither of you are bleeding so it seems to have gone well.

FW: Yeah, I guess. C'mon, let's go. Given how disastrous training went, Alex is going to be mad enough at me, without being late on top of it.

The two pay their tab and leave.