OOWF Hell On Earth 8

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OOWF Hell on Earth 8
Live! From Dayton, Ohio

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. LD Williams

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Danny Taylor vs. Rabbit Mask

OOWF World Tag Team Title Double Jeopardy Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Holy Spirit Squad vs. Banned From Everywhere

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Ghosthead vs. The Kai

Best of Seven Series - Match 7: Taipei Death Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Firewoman

Double Dog Collar Match[/u]
The Darlings vs. Power & Glory

Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Stank
Matt Folz vs. Comrade Sharkoff
DK Murphy vs. Slick Rick From Dayton

Card subject to........nope, not changing this one

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Razz: [/i] Welcome back to the OOWF Midweek Mayhem Postgame show. The crew is rapidly tearing down the set in an effort to get everything through Customs and into Dayton in plenty of time for Hell on Earth, this Sunday, live on Pay-Per-View. Later on we hope to have an update on the condition of Firewoman after her match with Rabbit Mask tonight that had her taken out of here, and we'll have a word with the OOWF Champion Chris Evans and a newcomer to the OOWF, DK Murphy, but right now, SFJ Sandi is standing by with the manager of Power and Glory, Wyatt Cox.

SFJ Sandi: [/i] Wyatt, your and your twins tonight were out of control in their singles matches with the Darlngs.

Wyatt: [/i] Before we get to that, Sandi, I just want to send out get well wishes to one of our Grand Slam Champions here in the OOWF. Fire, good luck in your recovery and best wishes in your match this week. And if you lose, I feel sorry for you if you try to fight your divorce, because you won't have a leg to stand on! (Wyatt laughs hysterically at his own joke)

Wyatt: [/i] Seriously, though, Sandi, before we get started here, I want to apologize to Alexander Darling. Alex, during our investigation of your role in why your wife was floundering in this organization, we have now uncovered evidence that totally exonerates you from any direct responsibility in the demise of her career. The only thing that you ever did was support your wife in her path of self-destruction. Yes, no one killed Fire's career. Fire did it herself. She so desperatly wanted to be someone she wasn't that she took away what she did best...her drive, determination, her will to win at all costs...all in a misguided effort at penance for her misdeeds against her friends and family during her time in Trinity. We uncovered conclusive evidence thanks to our investigative team headed by my Fiancee Mary Lou Merry, evidence that shall for obvious reasons remain confidential, that shows that Fire, and Fire alone, is responsible for her behaviour. To Alexander, my sincerest apologies. You are only guilty of doing for your wife what I myself would do for my fiancee and children...support them in what they want. Which brings us back to tonight. Alex, you are constantly saying that my daughters are pale imitations of the Darlings. Well, those pale imitations just kicked your asses tonight. Oh, by the way, I'm personally arranging for a case of Halls Throat Losenges to be sent to the Darling Suites, I understand you and your sister may be needing them.

SFJ Sandi: [/i] Sunday night, Hell on Earth, your daughters Power and Glory, will face off against the Darlings in one of the most brutal matches, a Dog Collar Match.

Wyatt: [/i] I remember when Glory came home wearing one of those pink collars. She originally got it as a fashion statement. I was shocked. Then I got the idea to have them both wear the collars to the ring, to remind them of the discipline they need to have in the ring. Everyone was shocked. But when they started wearing those, their concentration, their discipline, their team work came together. Power and Glory are winners, and this week, Alexander Darling thinks this is a good idea? After what the girls did with them this week? The little spoiled rich kids are finding out that the old man has what it takes. Alex, Lexie, Bring it. Power. Glory. Pain. And by the time the twins are done with you, there won't be enough of your souls left to bless. And THAT, my friends, IS the Truth. And the TRUTH will SET YOU FREE!

SFJ Sandi: [/i] Wyatt Cox with strong words as Power and Glory take on the Darlings in a Dog Collar Match Sunday night on Pay-Per-View. Russ?

Russ: [/i] Thank you, Sandi. You know, this is one of the most brutal matches in wrestling. I remember when Greg Valentine and Roddy Piper faced off at Starrcade '83, Buzz Sawyer and Mike Graham, Raven and CM Punk. Brutal, brutal affairs. I know that the Darlings know what to expect Sunday night, I know Wyatt Cox has been through one with Ned Neal, but the question is, do his daughters have the mental attitude, the fortitude, the drive to compete in what will be one of the bloodiest bouts of 2012, truly their Hell on Earth. Power and Glory and the Darling Twins in a Double Dog Collar match Sunday night, Hell on Earth, live on Pay Per View. Folks when we come back, another special interview as the Postgame Show continues, after this....

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We cut to Jaime McAllister standing next to an angry Matt Folz.

JM: Matt, it's very clear that you haven't had your usual focus lately. What has been going on with you?

MF: You're right, I haven't had my usual focus, but that's going to quickly change. My contract expires exactly one year from today, and over the next 365 days there's not anyone or anything that's going to keep me from my ultimate goal.

JM: And what is your ultimate goal?

MF: Between now and this date next year, I am going to become OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

JM: Are you saying you're demanding a title shot?

MF (Batista laughs): No, I haven't done anything to earn a title shot yet, I admit that. I know I have to start at the bottom and earn my way up. What I am doing is warning everyone in the locker room: I'm DONE with this losing shit. I don't care if you're a heel, a face, whatever, you get in that ring with me and I'm kicking your ass. You want my full focus? You want my head back in the game? Be careful what you wish for, because now you have it.

JM: Any words towards your opponent this Sunday?

MF: Comrade Sharkoff, it's unfortunate for you that you'll be the first victim on my path to redemption. To quote my first mentor in this business: "Beat me if you can, Survive if I LET you"

Fade

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*We cut in to Ski Mask Guy, who, instead of wearing his usual all-black, has his Ski Mask on, but is wearing jeans and a Hell on Earth t-shirt. Very Tommy Dreamer-ish. Maybe he'll job before he starts talking?*

SMG: First and foremost, to LD Williams, I apologize. That was stupid. If you see me walking around, feel free to bash me with a chair or something.

SMG: Secondly, to the Paper Champ...You think I'm done? I'm not done, douchebag...not by a long shot.

SMG: Hell on Earth is always good for a surprise or two...especially in the Main Event. But you wouldn't know what it's like Main Eventing Hell on Earth do you? That's real pressure. That's what people remember. That can make or break your career.

SMG: The moments...the Hell on Earth moments...Davin Moreland finally gets his world title...and then turns heel, and Run DEA forms...that's a classic Hell on Earth moment, right? Know what you don't have, Cubbie? A moment. A reason for people to give a shit about you and your legacy. Until then, you're nothing more than a paper champion.

SMG: You're Microplay. You're Canadian Dragon. You're Eric O'Mac. You're the guy keeping the seat warm until the Next Big Thing can fill it. Cause I hate to break it to ya...you ain't it.

SMG: I swore my vengeance against you, and everyone else on my list months ago, remember? What have they done since then? Look at the broken down piece of monkey crap that Matt Folz has become. Look at Aina. Oh wait, he's John Cena at this point; cause you can't see him anymore. Look at the once Not Too Shabby Stan Fulton. He's a running Jesus joke.

SMG: Sure, I didn't kill anyone - or ruin anyone's careers physically like your New Guard used to do. But mentally? They're all dead inside. And it started with me. And Evans, I've tortured your simple, little, lizard brain for months now. You don't know whether you're coming or going. You TRY to matter...you TRY to lash out when you can; but let's face it, shall we?

SMG: You're essentially the Mitt Romney of OOWF. Sure, you're running for President (that would be you as OOWF Champ...try to follow along, dummy). People who run for President are remembered in history.

SMG: But you're not the President. You'll never be that important, and quite frankly, you couldn't handle it even if you were. So, you do your little form of pandering to those that are with you anyway...but you can't win that way, can you? You need to recruit people. You need people on your side who support you.

SMG: And where are those people? *looks around, with his hand over where his eyebrows would be*

SMG: I don't see anyone. That's because no one's there. Even those who were with you know you're full of shit, and don't want to be associated with you.

SMG: So, you make your speeches, you go to the debates, you put out ads, you do everything you're supposed to do.

SMG: But your message sucks. And all people hear is "blah blah fucking blah blah blah".

SMG: You're just going through the motions until Election Day...desperate near the end, trying anything to be seen as important or relevant...

SMG: And it Just. Doesn't. Work.

SMG: So, on Election Night...or in your case, your Reckoning Night...you'll be sitting there with your thumb up your ass, one way or another.

SMG: And the crowd will be on their feet, saluting their President; not having to worry about the likes of you bothering them ever, ever again.

SMG: *sighs wistfully* So, to Cubheart Chrissy Evans...the OOWF World Heavyweight Paper Champion...it's time to warm up the ol' pipes...because by the time Hell on Earth is over?

SMG: You'll be singing "Hail to the Chief" to me, motherfucker.

*fade*

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Ski Mask guy ends his promo, only to be taken down with a huge chairshot from behind. The camera pans up to see a smirking Matt Folz.

MF: Broken down piece of monkey crap? Now that's hurtful. I'm not going any further than this chairshot for two reasons: 1. Because I do actually agree with you about what you said about Chris, and I want to see you continue to fuck with him. 2. It's just sending a message, I'll be coming after anyone, anytime, any place. Not for money, not going back to that, but for fun. And if you want to get pissed off about this and want revenge, anytime you want to get in that ring with me is just fine. See you around.


Fade

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Sitting in Selena's office before Hell On Earth, we have what appears to be a meeting between Selena, Moose and Firewoman.

GMtSa-T: Okay...look....Random violence, I love. This feud has been great for that, although maybe a little too great, even for my tastes. But the board has asked me to ask you to reconsider this Taipei Death Match.

MHJ: "The Board."

GMtSa-T: What's with the dick fingers?

MHJ: We all know Lisa Darling still has friends on the board from when she was commissioner.

FW: I'm not calling in favors. I can't wait to finally end your win streak.

MHJ: My win streak in Taipei Death Matches will end at some point, but you aren't going to be the one to do it, little sister.

FW: Just you wait and see, big brother.

GMtSa-T: ENOUGH! No one has called in any favors. The Board is truly concerned about how literally we are going to be taking the "death" part of that match--

FW: Up to him.

MHJ: Up to her.

GMtSa-T: And after a number of close calls, including your own, Fire, they don't want an actual death on their hands.

MHJ: It won't matter. Fire will tap out before it gets that far.

FW: You wish.

MHJ: I know. You'll take one look at that cage from the inside, and your claustrophobia will get the better of you, and you'll run screaming back to the Darling Suites, just long enough to pack your things and sign your divorce papers.

Just imagine this growing heated, louder, and at some point both Fire and Moose are standing,

FW: I have never backed down from a fight, and I don't intend to start now.

MHJ: No? Running away from Japan? If that wasn't backing down--

FW: At least I didn't hide behind a mask for years.

MHJ: Maybe you should have.

FW: Whatever, Moose. You aren't going to get me to back down.

MHJ: I don't want you to back down. I want you to tap out.

FW: Not gonna happen. You can't make me quit.

MHJ: I bet I could.

FW: I will NEVER quit. Not when I have a chance to make YOU quit.

MHJ: Hilarious, little sister. Those are two little words you will NEVER hear from me.

FW: Oh yeah? Let's see.

Fire turns to Selena.

FW: Selena? Make it an I quit match.

GMtSa-T: WHAT?

FW: You heard me. Only way to win is to make someone say "I quit."

GMtSa-T: That's a horrible idea.

MHJ: It's a great idea. I can't wait to hear Fire quit.

FW: Not going to happen.

GMtSa-T: It's not going to happen because we're not doing it.

FW/MHJ: Then there's no match.

Moose and Fire surprise themselves by saying that at the same time. Selena looks at them both, and throws up her hands in frustration.

GMtSa-T: FINE! I'll ... tell the board something....

Moose and Fire smile the same evil smile at each other, as Selena gets an idea.

GMtSa-T: It's a Taipei Death "I Quit" match...on ONE CONDITION.

FW: Name it.

GMtSa-T: You each have seconds.

MHJ: Huh?

GMtSa-T: Someone in your corner to throw in the towel if you are unable to respond. I'm not having any deaths on my watch.

FW: Absolutely not.

MHJ: No way. This is between me and HER and no one else.

GMtSa-T: TOO BAD! That's the only way this happens. Now shoo. If you don't have seconds by Sunday morning, the match is canceled.

Firewoman and Moose glare at Selena, then turn to leave. Security assists them in that and escorts them away from each other.

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*We find ourselves in a completely white room. The camera pans over to a lone figure. Sitting on the floor of the otherwise empty room, with the Onslaught Title belt slung over his shoulder is Ghosthead, dressed in black, a hood obscuring his face from view. White dreadlocks snake out from beneath the hood as Ghost looks down at a stack of photos held in his hands. Ghosthead tosses out one photo which twists in the air and floats down flat near the camera. We see it is a photo of Crowing. Another Photo of Rabbit Mask lands next to it.*

Ghost - And so it began... my reign as The OOWF Onslaught Champion. The warrior Crowing is now among the dearly departed... and the rabbit has never been the same.

*Ghost tosses several more photos up. They twist and sway in the air all of them eventually landing face up as if guided by an unseen force. We see that they are photos of Comrade Sharkoff, J-P Sparxx, Justin Sane.*

Ghost - Victims one and all.

*A photo of Ricky Soaring Eagle.*

Ghost - He felt my pain.

*A photo of Danny Taylor. As it lands Ghosthead says...*

Ghost - Boom.

*A photo of Moosehead Jack lands on top of DDT's and the camera cuts to a close up of Ghosthead's face, his eyes still covered by the hood, his mouth contorted into a smirk. The camera cuts back to a wide shot with Ghost in the background and the various, tossed photos in the fore. Ghost holds up a photo in his right hand. The camera cuts to it and we see it is a photo of El Lobo Sangriento. Ghosthead releases an evil laugh.*

Ghost - The Bloody Wolf.

*Ghost spews BLACK MIST onto the photo! He tosses it into the air and it bursts into flame, settling as a cloud of ash all around before Ghost tosses out a photo of Matt Folz.*

Ghost - Each and everyone of these have paved my path to victory. The longest Onslaught reign in OOWF history is stained with their blood, mired in their defeat, while extolling my dominion as its champion. Who would dare stand against me now that Hell on Earth has come?

*Ghosthead holds up a photo of The Kai.*

Ghost - I will walk into Hell on Earth as Onslaught Champion and leave as such. Because for all the ambition, for all the motivation this one holds. It will not be enough. He shall not survive the toils of that proving ground. It is there where he will fall before me. Hell on Earth is where The Kai will be consumed by Phantasmagoria.

*Ghosthead, instead of tossing it, gently places the photo of The Kai on the floor in front of him. He removes his hood while black colored drool oozes out of the corners of his mouth, flowing down his chin, and marking his white, braided, goatee. Some drips onto the photo as Ghosthead looks down at it.*

Ghost - Then he too will know... just like everyone else... my wrath.. my fury... .. my ruin.

*Ghosthead's mouth peels back into an evil smile revealing black stained teeth. The creepy guttural sounds of his laugh fall out of his mouth, as the camera fades to black, his laugh echoing throughout, before cutting to commercial break.*

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FADE in on a hotel room somewhere in Dayton, Ohio (cheap pop). Watching OOWF-TV are the Holy Spirit Squad, Mai Muyo and Stan Fulton.

MM: “Darn it, Stan. I don’t want us to be looked at as ‘Jesus Jokes.’ We’re sincere.”

Mai starts to pout.

SF: “Take it easy, Mai. No one believes anything Ski Mask Guy says. No one.”

MM: “Matt seemed to be affected by it.”

SF: “No, Matt sent a message that he didn’t believe it. Ski Mask Guy is the quintessential bully. Attacking people from behind. Calling them names. Threats and intimidation. But when push comes to shove, literally, they all back down.”

MM: “You know you’ve just put a target on your back.”

SF: “El Ski-bow is too busy with Matt and Evans now. Besides, Sunday night is my last night.”

MM: “Knock it off, Stan. No one is going to let you get fired Sunday.”

SF: “Mai, we don’t have much of a choice in this matter. But I know one thing for certain.”

MM: “What’s that?”

SF: “I’m going out on top. Sunday night. Hell on Earth 8. Tag Team Double Jeopardy. The Holy Spirit Squad becomes the new OOWF World Tag Team Champions.”

MM: “Oh goody!”

SF: “Chad, Zane, Bill, Justin. Yet again we six put ourselves in a clusterbomb match for the amusement of the OOWF Board of Directors. Who don’t take this division seriously. Continually putting us in these gimmick matches because they don’t trust us to bring the house down. We’ll show them they’re wrong.”

MM: “We’ll show them that Stan Fulton is a valuable asset to this company.”

SF: “We’ll show them that we are the strength of the OOWF. While LD and Chris snipe at each other. While Ski Mask Guy bullies everyone. While Ricky, Ghosthead, Rabbit Mask and Sharkoff spew vitriol at anyone and anything, we’ll show them a wrestling clinic. We’ll show them that the best talent lies in the tag team division.”

MM: “We’ll put on main event matches in the middle of the card and leave the audience wishing their main event was half as good as our matches. Praise God!!!”

SF: “The tag team division is going to save this pay-per-view; save this company. And no one knows how to save others better than us.”

MM: “Amen.”

FADE

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem (9/26)
Live! from Windsor, Ontario, Canada

Pick Your Poison – Firewoman vs. Rabbit Mask

[...]

WINNER in 27:55 – Rabbit Mask

Medical staff is out quickly attempting to stabilize the damaged knee and checking for a possible concussion. As Firewoman is wheeled out we see Moosehead Jack backstage watching the monitor and gleefully laughing.

As Firewoman is being taken backstage, Rabbit Mask demands a microphone from ringside and stands in the middle of the ring, milking the chorus of boos, until a member of the event staff personally enters the ring and delivers the microphone to his hands.

RM: It's obvious, my superiority. My immense understanding of all things current and future. My aptitude to compact any physical being to appear across from me. I can't be proven wrong, though I welcome arguments and accept challenges against the fact. The fact that I am the best, the personification of what this organization strives to be, but ultimately fails at repeatedly. I'm the ultimate everything, and it's about time your own everything ends, and my everything overtakes it and expands universally. My rise is quickening, my quickness is sharpening, and my sharpness is everlasting. Like a Gobstopper, you'll be choking once the reality sets in. Once my reign has been decided upon and your foundation begins to crumble. Your perception of relevance is opposite, my irrelevance is nonexistent. My path is being carved into dimensional stone, along the way will be littered with fractures of bone, sheds of skin and tears of the weak, unconscious minds and mindless sheep. Voiceless souls with silent screams, less vocal than the piles of bodies laying in their defeat, than my opponent next week. Danny Taylor, I'll inform you of my intentions, as you've already witnessed what my actions can create, and destroy. Your belt is just that, a physical weight holding you to a single plane. I'm weightless, limitless, and your object of accomplishment is of no significance in any partition of rationalized thought. Accepting your negligence of acquiring such cognition, I'm aware of your want to keep it with you, though I won't promise any outcome other than your resistance lacking sufficiently. Don't use passing time attempting the readying of yourself, for even the most familiar are strangers to the acts of God.

Rabbit Mask drops the microphone following his final thoughts before leaving the ring with a smirk and heading to the back, to a mixture of confused silence and protesting negativity.

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(SFJ Sunny is waiting outside the American Sunrise suite hoping to get an interview with Power and Glory. Mary Lou comes out looking a little nauseated.)

SFJ Sunny: Mary Lou! Are the girls...

(Mary Lou hold up her hand and puts her other hand over her mouth and takes off for medical. Wyatt Cox comes running out and follows her. Kate Bannister and the twins come out shortly thereafter. Kate is composed while the twins have an evil smile on their faces.)

SFJ Sunny: Ladies! Is everything OK?

Edra: Totally.

Clio: We just got a glimpse into the future.

SFJ Sunny: I don't get it?

Kate: We just watched the totally unedited Starrcade 93 Dog Collar Match between Greg Valentine and Roddy Piper. As Mary Lou found out, it's not for the faint of heart. Both men came out of the match with permanent injuries that they live with today. Piper lost over half the hearing out of one ear. And I guaran-damn-tee that the hostilities in that match weren't nearly as hot as what THESE two feel for the Darlings.

Edra: Alex, Lexie, you may have been justified in your aggression against my father, but that doesn't matter. You mess with one of us, you mess with us all.

Clio: These collars that we wear aren't signs of submission as some of you sick perverts like to think. They are reminders of the discipline we need to maintain. I'll admit to everybody that I get carried away at times. Anger Management has always been an issue with the Neals. The difference is that we're learning through dad's techniques to focus that anger into something more important. Winning.

Edra: But this isn't just about winning, it's about proving the Darlings wrong. You think that our father's a bad man. You think he's a manipulator. No, he's only about one thing. The truth.

Clio: People don't like hearing unpopular truths. That's why we have a Constitution in this country that spells out our rights. The First Amendment gives us the right to speak freely, even unpopular ideas. And we have a Second Amendment to protect us when some people or the Gubmint don't like what we say.

Edra: Doesn't.

Clio: No, don't. Definitely don't.

Edra: Irregardless..

Clio: No, Regardless.

Edra: Regardless, our father taught us to use our own minds, to employ logical thinking skills. And everything our father taught us about logical thinking makes us question the fans thinking about the Darling Twins.

Clio: They're not nice. They hurt people. Dad documented the people they've injured and crippled over the years, from police officers to their teachers and best friends. The Darlings need to be taught once and for all, that they're not the baddest people on the planet.

Edra: We're used to these collars. We live with them all day, every day. It's an advantage. The Darlings arent. And we have one bigger advantage. Our father.

Clio: Dad's been through his share of blood wars. He survived. He's here today. Now we need to take it to the next level, and prove the naysayers wrong.

(Wyatt walks back with Mary Lou who has a cold pack on her head. He sits her down in a chair and walks up to SFJ Sunny and is already red in the face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar looking piece of orange and white pottery about an inch long)

Wyatt: We showed you this before. They took this out of my skull after these girls uncle bashed me over the head with a ceramic pumpkin. Baseball matches, fireworks matches, chain matches, we did it all. I survived. Ned didn't. You wanna takes this back to the good old days, Alex? You think these two are scared of you? Look at what they did to you two this week in a regular match? Now you take it to no DQ, anything goes? You just walked into their ballpark, boy. Sunday night, Hell On Earth, live on Pay Per View, my daughters will show you Alex just how the cow ate the cabbage. And that is the truth. And the truth will set you free!

SFJ Sunny: Wyatt, your comments about Firewoman...

Wyatt: Nothing more needs to be said about her. That's history. And after Sunday, she may be too.

Edra: All that really matters is that on Sunday, the match that will steal the show will be ours.

Clio: Alex, Lexie, get ready to...hang...out with the hottest women in the OOWF. Because you're going to experience.

Edra: Power

Clio: Glory

Kate: And Pain

Wyatt: And may God have mercy on your misbegotten, incestuous, demented souls. Because we won't.

(The twins blow kisses into the camera the family walks away. Except for Clio.)

Clio: How's Cindy?

SFJ Sunny: Recovering.

Clio: Good. Tell her I may stop by tonight and see her. And you.

(Clio kisses Sunny as we....)

FADE

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*DK Murphy is in a gym, wearing boxing trunks, gloves, and boots, pounding on a speed bag, when SFJ 96 approaches him. DK notices her and stops his workout*

SFJ: DK Murphy, congratulations on winning your first match in the OOWF.

DKM: Thanks. I won my share of matches on the indy circuit, and a few in Japan and Mexico, but it was great to win a match in a major American federation.

SFJ: I'm a little surprised to see you doing a boxing workout.

DKM: I was an amateur boxer. Did pretty well in Gold Gloves before I moved on to mixed martial arts and then wrestling. It's still a great way to keep in shape. Speed bag keeps up the hand-eye coordination and heavy bag is a great way to let off steam. Learned it from my mom's Uncle Rocco. He used to box as a pro.

SFJ: Speaking of family, I understand that you are from Stamford. Any chance that you are related to Vince McMahon?

DKM: He is a genetic jackhammer, but no, no relation. Not related to Bobby Valentine, either.

SFJ: As a new wrestler in the OOWF, you are going to be on the pay per view. How do you feel about that?

DKM: It's an honor. I know that new guys sometimes try to get attention by trash talking, but that's not my style. I consider myself a warrior, but I haven't proven myself in this company. Not yet, anyways. I'm grateful to be on the card with guys I've been watching for years.

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*Firewoman is walk- uh... limping down a hallway toward catering when two big meaty hands grab her by the sides of her arms, lift her off her feet, and set her down. Fire WHIRLS around, knife in hand, and stops just short of sinking the blade deep into the side of Stank's neck.*

FW - Oh... it's you.

Stank - Who else would have the nutsack to grab you like that?

*A wry smile tugs at the corners of Firewoman's mouth.*

Stank - Let me rephrase...

FW - You know you could simply stop by the Darling suites instead of grabbing me every time you wish for a heart to heart.

Stank - That's a negative.

FW - Still with the hatred of my husband?

Stank - I didn't say THAT woman! Just listen...

FW -

Stank -

FW - Go on..

Stank - Have you lost your gotdamn mind?

FW - I think the record on that is pretty clear.

Stank - You of ALL people know EXACTLY what it will take for gotdamn Moosehead Jack to say I QUIT!

FW -

Stank - GOTDAMN RIGHT... NOTHING! He will NEVER say it! He would DIE first!

FW -

Stank - Did you THINK I was playing when I said what I'd do to you if you kill Moose, huh?

FW - Lucas...

Stank - NO GOTDAMMIT! FUCK NO! This shit has gone on LONG enough!

FW - NOW YOU WAIT one SECOND!

Stank -

FW -

Stank - Go on...

FW - ... ... HE STARTED IT!

Stank - Oooooohhhh well WHOOPTY FUCKING DOOO! What are we TWELVE?

FW - You're supposed to be on MY side.

Stank - THERE IS NO FUCKING SIDE! There is only DEATH! I WILL NOT have you two KILLING each other! I'm going to go talk to Selena and the Board!

FW - YOU will do NO SUCH THING!

Stank - TRY and STOP-

*Stank's words are cut off by the sight of Firewoman's knife being waved in his face.*

Stank - Whatcha gonna do? You gonna cut me?

FW - I find this talk from you pretty funny coming from a guy who mere months ago tried to kill my brother.

Stank - I WASN'T... That... THAT WAS DIFFERENT!

*Firewoman smirks and continues to wave the knife at Stank.*

Stank - Woman... you better get that shit outta my face.

FW - My brother... will have this thing between us no other way.

Stank -

FW - You see that don't you?

Stank -

FW - This is how it has to be Lucas. You of all people know this is how it has to be.

Stank -

FW - I didn't want this.

Stank - Bullshit you didn't.

FW - What?

Stank - Bullshit.

FW - Don't think I won't cut you.

Stank - You could have walked away. You could have refused-

FW - If YOU think... I had a CHOICE... that I would... choose THIS?

Stank - Whose idea was it to make this match an I Quit match? Who actually AGREED to put their fucking marriage on the line in a wrestling match?

*Firewoman, deflated, drops her hands, twirling the knife nervously down by her side.*

FW - You're not being fair... I thought...

*A flash of regret crosses Stank's face, before hardening to resolved determination.*

Stank - I can't just sit by and watch either of you die.

FW -

Stank -

*Firewoman turns her back to the big man and starts to limp away.*

FW - Then don't watch.

Stank -

Fade

[wyattcox]

*OOWF Arena*

The first scene fades in and we see Clio, Edra, Kate, and a gaggle of SFJ's drinking and having a nice relaxing night somewhere in the local hotel. The scene fades in and out with some snow and see a raven sitting outside the window of the girls before flying away. The INC knowing the significance of ravens in the OOWF does the smart thing and follows it and we get a change of viewpoint and we now see inside a different hotel room from the raven's sightline and now there is Wyatt and Mary Lou doing some paperwork and sharing a meal over some candlelight. Suddenly there is a gust of wind and the candle blows out and the music that was playing flickers and changes without notice...we hear the heartbeats that signal the start of "Prelude 12/21" and Wyatt jumps out of his chair and starts trying to turn on the lights with no luck.

There is a crash and the candle flickers back to life and Mary Lou is no where to be seen. Wyatt rushes over to the table but before he gets there a figure comes up from behind and slams him into the wall.

Wyatt: Always attacking from behind huh little Alex?

The figure removes his hood and of course it is Alex.

Alexander: No, I tried to come at you like a man months ago, but you thought you could make your name at the expense of the Darlings.

Wyatt tries to gouge at Alex, but Alex just slams him harder into the wall and places his forearm across his throat.

No, don't speak. You seem to like talking too much so once again I'm going to explain a few things to you. First, your little girlfriend is fine. She's just having a nice conversation with my sister. We won't harm a hair on her precious little head. Second, call me boy EVER again and it will be the last fucking thing you do. And that's not a threat Mr. Cox. One person has ever gotten away with calling me boy and that's because I allowed it. You love to talk history...what you and Ned and Beth have been through so I know you respect the past. So I promise you, that if you ever want to bring up that part of my history again, what I did to Poe will seem like a walk in the fucking park compared to what I do to you and everyone you care about. People like to think Jack and Fire and maybe LD or Stank are the most psychotic people in this company....they're wrong because they don't try to hide that part of their self. I try to be the good guy Wyatt. I try to be the best. I want people to remember me as the best, but if people want to continue to push me, I'd be happy to be remembered as a career killer.

Wyatt kicks out with his leg and catches Alex in the sweet spot of the knee and Alex has no choice but to let go. Wyatt reaches down to the table and grabs a frying pan and swings it at Alexander's head but Alex sees it at the last second and ducks under the swing. Alex reaches behind his back and pulls out a small chain and slams it upside Wyatt's head. Wyatt drops as a small amount of blood starts to flow out of his skull.

Alexander: I tried not to hurt you Wyatt. This isn't and has never been about you as much as you try to make it about you. Your history means nothing to me. Your constant gnat-like behavior against myself, Lexie, and Fire meant nothing to me. What mattered to me were your girls. I get family Wyatt. Ask anyone what family means to me and I understand vengeance to those that harm my family. But that's the thing Wyatt, I never harmed your family. Clio, Edra...they're amazing. They have such a bright future. They can do anything they want. Everyone sees that, but everyone with a brain can also see that they're not doing what they want. They say they are, but thats because all they want to do is please you and the only thing you want is to become a legend. You couldn't do it in the past with your own talents no matter how much you claim to have been...no one knew you before you started calling out Fire. And by extension, me and mine.

So here's the bottom line Wyatt; you want to be a legend with your daughters. That can be arranged. Lexie and I have no issues making Clio and Edra. We'll make sure the world remembers their name after Sunday. People will talk about them for years after Hell on Earth...hell, they might even rename the Muta Scale, the Neal Scale after Sunday. But after that, we're done with them. If Clio and Edra want to continue to please their daddy, they'll find an entire new family to pester. Maybe find a new career while you're at it, but if not, the Darlings are done with the Neals. We don't need your Power, we already have enough Glory, and the Pain...well, been there and done that.

This Sunday is Hell on Earth and Lexie and I, we've been through this a few times. It's the big one. More fans, more press, and more pressure than your girls have ever felt before. But Lexie and I, we'll be there for them. We'll carry them to a history making night. And when your girls lose and they will lose Wyatt because they continue to underestimate just what Lexie and I are capable of, we will pick your bloody girls up off the mat, we will hold them on their feet, and we will show to you and the world just who the better family is. And then, we'll give the girls their credit for having survived a war. But they won't win for one very simple fact...we're the Darlings, and well you're just not.

From out of nowhere, Alexis appears at Alexander's side...
Alexis: Quote the Darlings...

*In a whisper* Both Darlings: NEVERMORE!

With one last gust, the candle flickers out just as the door slams open and Clio, Edra, and Kate rush in and turn on the lights...But only Wyatt is there as we fade to the cawing of a raven outside in the moonlight.

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

The aforementioned raven takes wing again and flies into the night sky, silhoutted by the full moon. It finds a convenient cemetary and lands atop the gate. It calls out, and his mate answers. The raven flies away, but the INC goes toward the sound of the other raven.

She is sitting on top of an ancient tombstone, illuminated only by a small fire, a couple of candles, and the full moon shining above. There's a figure in black, and the INC maneuvers around to see her face. She pushes the hood back, looks up and let's the silver light of the moon shine down on her face. Her eyes close, for a moment, and then open.

FW: People think I do this for power. Or for effect even. But it is for neither. My gods are just like other gods. They ask things of me. I ask things of them. Sometimes we disagree. They bless me with many things, and I give them these gifts in gratitude.

The INC scans the ground to see empty bottles of ale, birdseed, silver coins, apples, and something that looks like meat in and around the fire.

FW: Stank asks me not to do this. My gods agree. I come to them to offer myself to them in recompense for what it is I am about to do.

There will be no seconds. I can call the Board and get that removed. I will enter the arena alone. I will enter the ring alone. I will enter the barbed wire and the horror that awaits...alone. That is as it should be. Me, my brother, fighting each other, fighting the demons of our past. If I win? The demons get put to rest. If my brother wins? They win. Either way though...the loss is shared by us both in ways we can't imagine.

My gods are not demons. My gods are not evil. My gods stand beside me, even as they wish I would not take this path.

It did not have to be like this, Moose. But, I am resigned to my fate. And yours.

Fire turns, grabs a dark bag and pulls 4 pennies out. She tosses them on the ground and smiles grimly at what she sees. She takes a black bowl, and a knife, cuts her hand and lets drops of blood fall into the bowl. She gazes into it, as if in a trance:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

She takes a bottle of red wine and pours it onto the ground. She waits a few moments, and solemnly begins gathering up those things that aren't being left as sacrifices. She puts dirt on the fire to extinguish it, blows out one candle, and puts it in the cloth bag with the other items. She picks up the second candle, and puts it in front of her face.

FW: The blood-dimmed tide is loosed.

Fire blows out the candle, and then lit only by the full moon, exits the cemetary, her black cloak allowing her to fade into the shadows.

[wyattcox]

~~~ At one of the OOWF Hell on Earth Fan Access eventswe find Chad, Zane & Bridgette posing for pictures and signing autographs. At the booth beside them Comrade Sharkoff & Mila Kunis are doing the same. the booth on the other side of Texpress is empty.

Things go on for a few moments, then Ricky Soaring Eagle arrives at the empty booth with an OOWF staff member who finishes the set up. A few fans trickle to his booth and soon enough he is signing autographs & posing for photos as well.

Chad looks over, then turns to Zane as two young kids pose with the OOWF World Tag Team Championships for a picture ~~~

Chad: Huh, he's never shown up at one of these before.

Zane: It's Hell on Earth. EVERYONE has to do at least one day of this.

Chad: Still, doesn't seem like his kind of thing.

Zane: It isn't.

~~~ Bridgette grabs a bottle of Aquafina and walks over to Ricky's table. She hands him the bottle wordlessly. RSE stares at her coldly for a moment, then nods his head in acceptance. She walks back smiling and we fade...~~~

[wyattcox]

(Wyatt and Mary Lou are being tended to by Kate in their suite as the twins head back to their suite.)

Edra:[/i] Our mom and Wyatt always taught us to do the right thing and to respect people. Mr Darling, Ms Darling, congratulations.

Clio:[/i] You did something tonight that only one person ever has. You've brought something out tonight that should have stayed long buried.

Edra:[/i] We've held back our violent side, the part that nearly got Clio sent to jail or an institution for a very long time.

Clio:[/i] But family, well, hurt one, you hurt us all, isn't that right Mr Darling. You, your sister, your soon to be ex-wife, even Ashley and Spencer. You know, you and your sister really hurt us there. We thought they were our friends. But you used them to trick us, to get at my father. That should have been enough.

Edra:[/i] But our father wouldn't let us. He made us keep it to the ring. Every instinct we have right now tells us to go to West Palm Beach and set your family compound there aflame, or just to go to the Destroyitarium and do unspeakable things to your dearest ones there.

Clio:[/i] It's only our father that keeps us from that. He says to do otherwise would start another war. So out of respect to him, your family is safe. But you aren't.

Edra:[/i] After that horrible night in Lawrence years ago, we worked hard to lock away the fury that the two of us unleashed on an evil man and the people who tried to protect him.

Clio:[/i] He hurt me, tried to...well, he'll not be doing much of anything for a long time. Edra and Clio are ashamed of what they did that night. We're not.

Edra:[/i] Oh, Sunday Night you'll see Edra and Clio, but when those chains bind the Darling and Neil families together for one night only, look in our eyes. Because you'll see the fire that Wyatt and Beth saw 24 years ago.

Clio:[/i] So far, the rage you've seen has only come from the Cox side of our family. We did what dad said, to keep it in the rules and in the ring. But now, well now, business is about to pick up.

Edra:[/i] Say hello to Edna...

Clio:[/i] And to Chloe. We're the Neals.

Edra:[/i] Sunday night Power and Glory will be fed by our hatred, courtesy of our aunt and uncle, not our dad.

Clio:[/i] He's just along for the ride. You never got it, did you little Alexander.

Edra:[/i] We needed dad to train us, to get us here. But this path isn't his. It's theirs.

Clio:[/i] This isn't about Wyatt and Beth...or even Mom.

Edra:[/i] It's about putting our name where it should have been. Dad's just a necessity.

Clio:[/i] A quarter of a century ago, we were created by our mother in a misguided attempt to end the war.

Edra:[/i] But all she did is create the next generation of destruction. You think Alex, anyone controls us?

Clio:[/i] You've underestimated us again, little Alex. This time it could be...terminal.

Edra:[/i] The Darlings are legends. We're the legend killers.

Clio:[/i] We're the Neals. We're your destiny. Toodles.

(The twins share that evil smile, then hug one another in pure glee as they skip off toward their father's suite singing a familiar song we haven't heard lately....)

Edra & Clio: Prick your finger on a spinning wheel 
But don't make a sound 
Drop of blood and now you're taken 
For all time 
With a kiss you will awaken 
And you'll be mine, you'll be mine, you'll be mine 


FADE

[wyattcox]

~~~ Back at the fan access event. The wrestlers are behind the curtain on a break, enjoying some ice cold Aquafinas and some homemade apple fritters. Naturally, since they are on a break, a local news reporter interrupts them. ~~~

LNR: I’m here with four OOWF superstars in advance of their big event this weekend. Can we get some short comments from each of you about your matches?

Matt Fool thinks a bad call in a football match is tough? He would survive not a minute in Russia! I am here and will show all of the Double O F That Comrade Sharkoff is going to take over!

LNR: Umm.. Ok (turns to Ricky) How about you?

Ricky: I will be facing an OOWF Legend. Stank, you have the respect of nearly everyone in the business. Except me. I respect NO MAN! There will be suffering and broken bones coming your way. And when you go looking for someone to blame. BLAME YOURSELF. I am doing what I am allowed to do. These aren’t my rules, they are yours.

Now, Mr. World Champion. I warned you a couple of weeks ago to hold up your end of the bargain in our little tag team match. You did not. I understand this weekend marks the beginning of a new year in the OOWF. Let me clue you in on my new resolution: Take that title from your cold dead hands.
The Year of the Eagle.

Is.

Coming.

LNR: Wow, strong stuff, Now I understand you two are defending your titles

Zane: Championships

LNR: Umm.. ok against not one but two different teams?

Chad: A little something we call an OOWF Clusterbomb. Two teams we’ve been crossing paths with a lot lately.

Zane: We plan on keeping these Championships. We’ve been on this stage before and won. Bill and Justin have never teamed at a Hell on Earth. It is a whole new level of intensity and scrutiny. Mai and Stan have wrestled there before, but not in a Tag Team Title Match. We have the experience and the tools to keep up the standard we have set for ourselves.

Chad: We’re no strangers to these Clusterbombs or new matches. We thrive on the challenge. I’m not telling our opponents to Bring Their Hammers, because frankly, that won’t be enough. There’s a reason we are The Measuring Sticks And at Hell on Earth 8, live from Dayton, Ohio (HUUUUUGE Pop) We will prove it once again.

~~~ The OOWF staffer comes behind the curtain to end their break and we fade… ~~~

[wyattcox]

(The Hell On Earth Fan Access event has been going on for a couple of hours when a golf cart towing a small trailer shows up. Staffers (not OOWF Staffers but apparently hired by someone else.) begin unloading items at a booth. It looks like photos, DVDs, and foam briefcases? Shortly thereafter Wyatt, Mary Lou, and Kate show up in business wear, and Edra and Clio show up wearing matching hot pink crop tops, barely-there hot pink Daisy Dukes, pink knee high socks and pink New Balance shoes, shoulder length pink wigs in pony tails, and pink leather collars with red hearts. Fans begin wandering over and the twins are all smiles signing autographs and taking pictures as Wyatt, Mary Lou, and Kate hand out the goodies to everyone. A few fans want pictures of them with the whole family, and of course they're delighted to oblige. All is going well until GM Selena and Chuckles show up.)

GM-S:[/i] (Going up to Edra and Clio) Ladies, looking hot today!

Edra:[/i] You like the look?

GM-S:[/i] Totally, the bomb.

Clio:[/i] Thanks Selena, you're the greatest. Hey, everybody, Photo Op!

(The twins pose with GM Selena, and then all three with a lucky fan. Selena whispers into Clio's ear and she gets an ear-to-ear grin. Selena tells Chuckles to get up there. Even in the non-wrestling attire, the twins easily hit Double Elimination on Chuckles to the delight of the fans and Selena. As the girls go back to treating the fans, Selena pulls Wyatt away from the line.)

GM-S:[/i] Dude, what is this stuff?

Wyatt:[/i] Promotional items, things you don't sell in the Shopzone or at the events.

GM-S:[/i] Foam briefcases? Training with Power and Glory DVD's? UNWF Blood Wars?

Wyatt:[/i] Given the week's events, I thought that one most important.

GM-S:[/i] You did all this? And we're not selling it? Why?

Wyatt:[/i] Someone in merchandising dropped the ball. Too bad. I'm just looking to make some of the fans happy. And, judging by the line waiting to see the girls, I'm right.

GM-S:[/i] OK, but I'm watching you.

Wyatt:[/i] And we're watching you, Miss Selena. Turn around and let's smile for the camera.

(A fan takes Wyatt and Selena's picture and she leaves as his Straight Talk cell phone rings.)

Wyatt:[/i] Hello? Yes, I got the fax. An ownership position? Interesting. Let me...think about it. Yes, I'll be in touch. Goodbye.

(Wyatt goes back to smiling for the fans and handing out souvenirs and taking pictures as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

**L.D. Williams is in front of an OOWF banner**

LDW: “Hell On Earth…where legends are made…where eras begin - and end…where the OOWF takes it’s direction for the coming year.

Sunday night I walk into Hell on Earth for the eighth time. I will face Chris Evans for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship in the main event. And yet, according to Ski Mask Guy, Chris Evans will be bowing to him by the end of the evening. According to the Holy Spirit Squad the crowd will be wishing our match was half as good as theirs…

Seems I’m getting overlooked…again.

Evans, I know I’m an old man in your eyes. Past my prime, over the hill, call it what you will. Sunday night, this old man is going to derail your plans and become the World Heavyweight Champion for the fourth time. Your ’moment’ will have to wait.

The Five have become four… After Hell on Earth, the four may become three…but it is still Our World. Time for people to remember what we’re capable of.

<fade>

[wyattcox]

We see Jaime McAllister and Matt Folz about to walk into the OOWF Awards Ceremony. Jaime looking fabulous as always:

as Folz fidgets uncomfortably in his tuxedo.

JM: Stop it hon, you look great. Besides, I like occasionally seeing you out of your usual outfit of a Packer shirt and jean shorts.

MF: Getting colder now, now it'll be Packer sweatshirts and jeans.

JM: Not exactly the type of change I had in mind. Oooh, look, here come Stan and Mai.

Stan "The Crusher" Fulton and Mai Muyo walk up from the opposite direction. As Mai and Jaime compare dresses and makeup and all that kind of stuff, Stan extends his hand towards Matt.

SF: If tomorrow night is my last night here, and it looks like it's going to be, I just wanted to say goodbye. Despite our occasional differences, you were a good friend Matthew.

Folz just stares at him blankly and moves to walk away without shaking hands. Fulton grabs him on the arm as he tries to move by.

SF: What's wrong with you? I just wanted to say goodb........ooof.

Fulton never gets to complete his sentence, as as Folz nails him with a huge left hook to the ribs that sends the big man down to one knee. Followed up by a perfect right cross to the chin that knocks him dazed flat on his back.

MF: Your sentimentality means jack shit to me. Notice towards everyone in the OOWF: This is the last awards ceremony that I'm not going to be a major contender for, if not the outright favorite for, Wrestler and Heel of the Year. That's not a threat, or a promise, or a guarantee. It's a goddamn fact. If I'm willing to do this to a man who I considered a friend, what the hell do you think I'm willing to do to the rest of you idiots? Now Mai, if you or anyone else has a problem with what I just did, I'm not a hard man to find.

We fade out as Mai helps Stan to his feet, a mixture of sadness and confusion on their faces.

[wyattcox]

**In a dive bar somewhere in Dayton, L.D. Williams and Stank are sitting at a corner table.**

S: “It ain’t gonna happen.”

LDW: “They’ll be here.”

“Mr. Williams is right - though by the end of the night we may wish he wasn’t.”

**Both men stand as Poe steps up to the table. Handshakes are exchanged, and all three sit down.**

LDW: “Thanks for coming, Poe.”

P: “It’s tradition.”

S: “Omar has a point, L.D. - they’ll both probably show because you asked them, but ten to one says they end up burning the place to the ground. “

P: <looking around the room> “Which might actually be an improvement.”

LDW: “It has everything it needs - two entrances on separate streets that can’t be seen from each other.”

**As if on cue, Moosehead Jack and Firewoman enter from opposite sides of the bar.**

MHJ: “Figures.”

F: “I should have known.”

LDW: “You did know - you both did, and yet here you are. Sit.”

MHJ & F (in unison) : “Not with him/her.”

LDW: “When you started down this path of idiocy, you told us to stay out of it. This is the price. After tomorrow, this may never be possible again. But for one last night - sit.”

**They don’t look happy, but both Fire and Moose sit. A bottle and five glasses are brought to the table and L.D. pours. Stank stares at his glass for a moment and then raises it.**

S: “We are the Five.”

All: “The only five.”

LDW: “A little older, <glares at Fire and Moose> not much wiser, but it’s still our world.”

<fade>

[wyattcox]

(Wyatt, Clio, and Edra are up early to catch a glimpse of a beautiful Dayton sunrise.)



Edra: Cool.

Clio: Nice.

Wyatt: It'll be good to get back home tomorrow. It's funny how the same sun impacts you differently, depending on where you are.

Clio: Where we are. Funny. That can be taken so many ways.

Edra: Huh?

Wyatt: Where you are, physically, psychologically, emotionally, spiritually...

Clio: And in life. Right now, that sunrise means a lot to us, because it's a constant. Like dad, mom, Beth, now Mary Lou and Kate.

Wyatt: Get used to it, girls. Kate's going to be with us on the road indefinitely.

Edra: Really?

Clio: But what about Mary Lou?

Wyatt: Oh, she's going to be so busy handling responsibilities on the new show.

Edra: New show?

Wyatt: Effective a week from Monday, our show goes to two hours with Mary Lou and I both running it. She'll be permanently based in Ely while I go on the road with you two.

Clio: Cool, but is she cool with staying home like that?

Wyatt: Well, she wasn't until Friday night and that...encounter with the Darlings.

Edra: That was so not cool.

Clio: Totally.

Wyatt: Fortunately she's all right. I'm sure she'll feel better after the wedding on Saturday. I'm a bit worried, though. I think I'm going to have Dr Flynn run a full workup on her when we get back. If it's what I suspect, we'll have a rough few weeks ahead.

(The twins look at one another in puzzlement, then back at their father.)

Clio: Dad, is there something we should know?

Wyatt: I'm not sure, but I'm thinking I should have Clancey call the carpenters and put on a new room to the complex adjacent to mine...well, Mary Lou's and mine.

Edra: Dad?

Wyatt: We'll talk more about this later. Right now, I want you two totally focused on the Darlings. Win or lose tonight, I want them to know they've faced you at your 100% best.

Edra: We're ready.

Clio: Totally ready.

Wyatt: (Takes Edra's head in his hands.) I know you are, sweetheart. Just don't be afraid to let it all out. Make it happen. It's your time. Take it.

Edra: Yes dad, I will.

Wyatt: (Takes Clio's head in his hands.) You...are the rash, impetuous one. I know how badly you want this tonight. Step back a bit, breathe, focus. Make your pain measured. Make each drop of blood mean something. If you win, you win and we celebrate. Lose, lose with dignity and honor, and know you did your best.

Clio: For the family, dad.

Wyatt: We're almost made it through. One more night, and this war will be over, then it's on to the next challenge.

Clio: What's that, dad?

Wyatt: What it always is, Clio. Survival.

(Wyatt and the twins head back to their vehicle as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

<Moose walks out of the bar into the early morning sunlight. He shields his eyes until they get used to the sun, then he just stands there and watches as the sun comes up over Dayton. Stank walks out behind him and the two just stand in silence for a minute>

MHJ: I was serious about what I said

Sta: The thing with Danny?

MHJ: Well, yeah, that too. One day I am going to gut that mute fucker like a fish. But the other thing too

Sta: Jack, I think that is the last thing you need to worry about.....

MHJ: I'm serious Lucas. They are overlooking you. You are better than this. Don't let them push you around. You are Lucas Goddamn Mann, the baddest sonofabitch on the planet. Remind them of that

Sta: Maybe by kicking your ass right here?

MHJ: Shit man, you tried that once before, and I'm still standing

<a moment passes between them. Moose's phone goes off and he reads the text and grins>

MHJ: The board insists on seconds. They will cancel the match otherwise. Looks like I gotta go have a chat with someone

Sta: Nothing's going to change your mind is it? Don't you think you have pushed her too far?

MHJ: It has to be Stank. As for pushing her? Maybe. Maybe I got more than I bargained for...........or.............maybe I got exactly what I wanted

Sta: <shaking his head and trying not to get frustrated and lash out. Stank finally regains his composure as Moose starts to walk toward the arena>

Sta: Jack........just.........don't die

<Moose yells back over his shoulder>

MHJ: I make no promises Lucas!

<We cut to the OOWF arena where Power and Glory have just finished up a training session. They walk out of the gym still talking about how best to hit moves. They are so engrossed in their conversation that they nearly walk right into Moose>

MHJ: Ladies

Clio: Oh Moose!

Edra: Mr. Moose

MHJ: I am glad you are both here. I have something I need to talk to you about

<the girls look at one another>

MHJ: I know you have both been watching my matches with Fire. Later today is the last match. The OOWF board of directors demands that there be a second to throw in the towel should either of us become too incapacitated to quit and avoid injury

<Moose holds up the black towel with his logo on it and looks at Edra, her eyes go wide>

MHJ: Edra, I think you are going to be among the elite in the OOWF. You and Clio have made progress by leaps and bounds. Your wars with the Darlings has taught you so much. You are a compassionate soul, and unfortunately, compassion is not what I need tonight.

<Moose turns to Clio and hands her the towel, Edra looks dejected>

MHJ: You and I see eye to eye on things. You have the violent soul. Your sister balances you out, which is why you two work as a team. Tonight, I want you in my corner. But I need you to make me a promise......no matter what happens in that ring, under NO circumstances are you to throw that towel in. Understand?

<Clio nods>

MHJ: Ok. I have to go.........thanks

<Moose turns and walks off>

[wyattcox]

Firewoman and Alexander are sitting backstage. Alex is taping her wrists, and the two sit in silence. It's kind of sweet, actually. Both clearly have their 'game faces' on. Finally, Alex is done, and he sits back as Fire slams each fist into the opposite palm. Alex picks up the towel and pretends to be checking the tape on it.

AD: Moose got Clio.

FW: So?

AD: Fire...

FW: Look, I called Davin, and left a message, so technically I did TRY to get someone.

AD: Fire...I've stayed out of it, but...I'll do it. I want to be there. I want to be your second.

FW: Absolutely not.

AD: Davin's not here, and even if he were, he can't throw--

FW: I know, that's why I chose him. Not my fault he didn't answer.

AD: Fire....

FW: Alexander Brian Darling, I don't want you to do this. This isn't about us, and I want it separate from us. I don't want this to touch US.

AD: You should probably have thought of that before you bet our marriage on the outcome.

FW: ....

AD: ....

FW: It's a stupid idea.

AD: Well, Selena doesn't really want a death on live TV so...

Fire sighs, and relents, nodding that it's okay. Alex sighs too.

FW: Don't throw that in.

AD: *smiling* I won't need to. You got this.

FW: I'm serious. You throw that in, and we're through.

AD: Don't be silly. Even if I do, and you lose the bet, we can get married again. Third time's a charm!

He leans in for a kiss, but she pulls back.

FW: No. You're not getting me. This has nothing to do with the bet. You throw that in....we. are. through.

Firewoman gets up and walks away, but she doesn't get far before Alex grabs her arm. She reacts as she always does when someone does that to her, but something about Alex's face says to not push it.

AD: That's enough. You know, I've put up with this whole stupid feud. I've watched as you've cut yourself off from all your support, including me. I didn't even say anything when you put our marriage up as a stip for this feud, mere seconds after you used it to get me to stay out of it. And all through that I've said nothing.

FW: Let go of--

AD: No. It's your turn to listen. In the ring, you do what you want. Play all the games you want, be as shooty as you want. Even this stupid bet works with that.

FW: I don't need--

AD: But this? *he points to himself, then Fire, then back again* No games here, Fire. No threats, no ultimatums. You can't play around with this to get your way. It could backfire on you.

FW: ...

AD: I won't throw this towel in, unless ... If I have to choose between having you alive but mad at me, and a stupid piece of paper...

They stare at each other for a bit, and then Fire yanks her arm away, looks at him again, and walks out toward the preshow area. Alex waits a bit and then follows.

[wyattcox]

Kai is STANDING~ in front of a Hawai'ian flag. A'isha al-Takriti is with him as usual lately. He holds his hands together in front of him with his head down. A'isha holds out her cross necklace and seems to be muttering something. Probably a prayer.

K: The Kai has been quiet because the Kai has been away. The Kai has been back home dealing with stupid haole monkey crap!

Aa-T: Kai! Maintain.

Kai breathes in deeply.

K: Ghosthead, ya stupid painted up freak. You wanna talk about those you have beaten. You wanna spit black crap out of your mouth! Well the Kai doesn't have to ask spit or swallow does the Kai? No, no, no, you've answered that question all by yourself!

You see, Ghost-freakin hideously-ugly-head, you've been champion for a long time. The Kai will give you your due. But you see, the Kai has been champion...his whole life.

The Kai doesn't need a shiny belt to show the millions...

Crowd: ...AND MILLIONS!

Kai: ...of the Hawai'ian Nation that the Lava Bull is the best there is... no I'm not gonna use that used up schtick. It wasn't good then and it's not good now! No, no, the Kai brings it fresh and new, not like Ghosthead's hygiene. You stink ya jabroni, use a bar of soap!

Aa-T: Kai, focus.

Kai: The Kai gets distracted sometimes. What was the Kai saying? Oh, yes, the Kai doesn't NEED a big shiny gold belt to show the world how great he is. BUT! That won't stop the Kai from ending your glorious streak Ghostbutt. So you bring your creepy, ugly face paint. You bring your black nasty spit. You bring your phantasmagothicagoria or whatever in the blue hell it's called!

'Cuz in the end, IT DOESN'T MATTER! WHAT YOU BRING! It won't be enough! 'Cuz the Kai will leave Dayton, Ohio as the NEW Onslaught Champion! And then the pie will fly, while Ghosthead will cry...

IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLL...

A'isha presses Kai's mouth shut with her fingers.

K: mkgjfogjfkm.

A'isha pulls him down towards her. She presses her forehead to his and they lock eyes.

Aa-T: It's killing time again. Cover their face and let's pretend, these killing lights will kill us all. Again.

A'isha lets go of Kai's mouth. He stands up. He breathes in deep, cracks his neck, and turns his head to the camera.

Kai: Namaste jabroni.