MidWeek Mayhem (10/03) Live! From Nuuk, Greenland

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OOWF Imperial Onslaught/Champions Challenge
Live! From Nuuk, Greenland

OOWF Imperial Onslaught[/u]
Winner Gets a Guaranteed Title Shot to Cash in Within the Next Year

OOWF Champions Challenge Tournament[/u]
Zane Myers vs. Danny Taylor
Chad Madison vs. The Kai
Winner vs. Winner

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Champions Challenge Winner

Card subject to lutefisk poisoning

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(Wyatt is backstage as he sees the lineup and the new tour posting, He turns red and storms back to the suiteswhere Kate, Mary Lou, and Edra are waiting.)

Wyatt:[/i] Fuckfuckfuckfuck MOTHERFUCK fuck.

Kate:[/i] I take it somethings wrong..

Wyatt:[/i] We're heading to FUCKING GREENLAND!

Mary Lou:[/i] Overseas again? Now?

Wyatt:[/i] I'm not putting this off again. Get us a judge now.

Mary Lou:[/i] No.

Edra:[/i] No? But...

Wyatt:[/i] No? But dear?

Mary Lou:[/i] We've put this off a long time. We can wait until January. Of course I'll have to let the wedding dress out a bit.

Wyatt:[/i] Are you sure, dear? This is a lot of work to put on you at an already....stressful time.

Mary Lou:[/i] Look, I didn't just come here because it was easy. You trust me, I trust you. What we have can wait for a few weeks. We have through April until things get..really difficult.

Wyatt:[/i] I just don't want you to be alone.

Mary Lou:[/i] Silly, we'll Skype every day, we'll be doing the show every day, I'll be talking with you so much I won't be able to miss you. Besides, Clancy, Mike, even Dr Flynn, how will I have time to be lonely?

Wyatt:[/i] Oh crap, Dr Flynn...

Mary Lou:[/i] ...will be at the airport when I get there. I already called.

Wyatt:[/i] You're sure about this?

Mary Lou:[/i] Absolutely. Ok, no. But I've come this far with you, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Wyatt:[/i] I'm sorry.

Mary Lou:[/i] Don't be. This is about family. Married or not, I'm in.

Wyatt:[/i] Yes you are, Til death do us part.

Mary Lou:[/i] With this family, that's not even a certainty.

Wyatt:[/i] (Smiling) Count on it. Let's go check on Clio and get going.

(The family heads to the hospital as we...)

FADE

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We see World Heavyweight Champion Chris Evans limping back to his dressing room after Hell on Earth, quickly taken down by a chairshot from behind. Matt Folz smirking, then hitting Evans hard a few more times with the chair to keep him down.

MF: Hey pal. How you doing? First of all, I mean this in all sincerity, that was one hell of a victory, you should be proud. Now I just want to clear up a few of the things you've said the past couple nights.

First of all, you're right. You do deserve the award, you're the one who started the New Guard while I was taking time off, and it was your fucking Grand Canyon sized ego that was directly and solely responsible for the fall. So you go ahead and keep that. Now, where I get pissed off is where you said that I'm in your shadow? When the HELL have I ever been in your fucking shadow, you egotistical fuck? Equal partners in the BKK, equal partners in the New Guard, you've never been a better wrestler than me. On an equal level, sure, but NEVER better.

But the thing that pissed me off the most, it's the way you keep taking credit for taking out Moreland. You were there, you helped, but that was MY plan. I planned it, I led it, I'm damn sure taking the credit for it. And...

Folz places the chair around Evans's ankle. and looks for a second like he could jump.

...it would be damn easy to do the same thing to you. But no, not yet, not worth it. I don't know when or where yet, but eventually you and I are getting in that ring and going mano a mano for that belt. And I'll prove once and for all who the better man is. Take care champ.

Folz turns and leaves the room as we FADE

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*After the fade-out to "Hell on Earth VIII", OOWF-TV immediately starts broadcasting. You can tell production value is down, and it's a single-hand held camera in use. We see Davin Moreland, still to incredible applause, slapping hands and talking with the fans, all the while with a giant smile on his face, and he walks to the back. The camera follows, and his first stop is GM the Selena's office. He knocks once before wandering in.*

GMtSa-T: Who just barges into my...DAVIN!

*She runs over and gives him a quick hug*

GMtSa-T: Welcome back, Davin, we're glad to have you back.

DM: Nice to be back, Selena. How's Poe?

GMtSa-T: He's good, he's good...so...let's get down to booking, shall we? I imagine you'll want to get right into it with Evans, so we can book a ser-

DM: *cuts her off* No Selena. I've been out of the mix for more than 6 months now. I can't expect to come back and bump other deserving people. It's not right. I want to climb the ladder.

GMtSa-T: You're serious?

DM: Yup. I'm serious. I start at the bottom and work my way back up. It's really the only fair way to do this.

GMtSa-T: Umm...ok. But, don't you want to get your hands on Evans? Or Folz?

DM: I've already done all I need to do to Evans. I've made him irrelevant and a joke. And Folz? I think he's decided to finally nut up and do something. Yeah, he's a piece of shit, but you forget, I've already gotten back at all of them.

GMtSa-T: *giggles* Yeah, that's right. So...this is really what you want?

DM: No. But it's really what I should do...cause it's the right thing to do. Listen, I got a bunch of stuff to take care of-

GMtSa-T: Oh ok, yeah. I'll take care of it. Tell Samantha and Moony I said hi!

DM: Of course. See ya boss.

*He leaves the smiling GM, and the production value appears to have returned, as now Davin's being followed by ninjacams. Davin spots one, and starts talking as he walks*

DM: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's great to be back...and with my return...well, everything returns...and by that I mean...It's time....for this week's Top 10 Frauds of the Week!

*The "Frauds of the Week" chyron appears on the screen, along with some canned applause*

DM: The Number 10 Fraud of the Week...Creepy Daddy Wyatt and all the rest of the entourage surrounding Power and Glory. They're a nice young tag team on the uptick. But your OOWF Paper Champion likes to talk about has-beens. And Wyatt? You're the biggest has-been we've got around here. A no-talent nothin' rambling endlessly about a dead no-talent nothin'. And for some reason, we're supposed to care about all this? You're a fraud; mostly because you expect us to believe you are in some way important or relevant. You're not.

DM: The Number 9 Fraud of the Week...welcome back to the list, LD Williams! You've lost, what, 468 consecutive matches to the Paper Champ when I'm not the referee? Oh wait, you lost that one too. Kids, parents, find those "Fear The Fraud" t-shirts and bumper stickers and coffee mugs...and if you can't find them; go to OOWFShop.com and get all your "Fear the Fraud" gear. Proceeds benefit the Williams/Moreland Foundation for Children's Charities.

DM: The Number 8 Fraud of the Week...Ecosystem. Seriously dude, go fuck yourself. Find something...ANYTHING....else to do. Try an acid bath. Or taking a long walk off a short pier. Just please; leave us all the fuck alone you FRAUD. Because I know how this will play out. You're here for 3 weeks, do some promos, make BIG PLANS, and then disappear. So, why not just cut out the middleman, and leave now? Fraud.

DM: Your Number 7 Fraud of the Week? Shawn Johnson. I saw you on TV a few weeks ago with that fucking no-talent never-was loser Eric O'Mac. You look like you were both strung out on meth. You're an Olympic Gold Medalist for fuck's sake! I know you left the compound cause you needed to "find your own way"; but come back, would ya? Because as of now, you're just being a fraud.

DM: The Number 6 Fraud of the Week? Anyone associated with the Boston Red Sox. They'd be higher on the list, but no one gives a rat's ass about those frauds.

DM: The Number 5 fraud of the week? The Republican National Committee. If there were anything you folks have left out in an attempt to fuck up your presidential campaign, I can't figure it out. Actually, you're not so much a "fraud" as "awesome". Carry on.

DM: The number 4 fraud of the week is Little Matty Folz, who is now apparently trying to TRY and BE SERIOUS and WILL TOTALLY CUT PROMOS AND NOT BE CARRIED BY MOOSE SAYING "Come on guys! Don't drop him!". Seriously. You hit me with a chair, what the fuck ever. You're not the first person who tried to use me to make their career, and you won't be the last. but for the love of christ...don't insult our intelligence. "It'll be different this time!" What the fuck ever. Fraud. Just like your Packers.

DM: Your Number 3 Fraud of the Week are the NFL Scab, er "replacement" refs. You guys were so fraudulent, that even Fall River's Own Angelo Barros said "no" when you begged him to ref for you.

FROAB: HEY!

DM: Hey Angelo! What's up man! *He calls back to Angelo as he continues walking*

DM: Your Number 2 Fraud of the Week? Alexander Darling. He knows why.

DM: And your Number 1 Fraud of the Week this week if the OOWF Heavyweight Paper Champion Chris Evans. He'll never get it. The more he fights for respect, the less and less and less he'll get. Mostly because, he's a fraud. So fuck you Cubheart! You fraudulent piece of shit. You're the #1 Fraud of the Week!

*He walks into his dressing room. We see Samantha and Moonbeam going over some papers, regarding what I'm sure is legitimate business. We also see a toddler running full-sprint...it sort of looks like a flying mass of dirty blonde hair...jump into Davin, who picks her up*

MM: DAHHDEE!

DM: Hiya trouble. You being good for Mommy?

MM: *nods solemnly*

DM: Are you telling the truth?

*Mickie looks over at Samantha*

SM: She was fine, Dav.

DM: Good. *to Mickie* Now I want to you go in and go to bed. Mommy will be in to tuck you in in a little bit.

MM: *looks skeptically*

DM: Mickie.

MM: *sighs* Ok Dah-dee. *She kisses Davin, and he puts her down. She tears off running to the bedroom*

SDM: So...why am *I* tucking her in?

DM: I have to go to the hospital.

SDM: What the fuck for?

DM: My cousins, are both seriously hurt. Cut me some slack, ok?

SFJ420: Dude, like...Moose is a psycho...and so is Firewoman...and...why would you go?

DM: Honestly? Because no one else would see Moose...and Fire is, well...Fire. So...I'm leaving. Moony, don't forget those questions for "Davin's Den" for Mayhem, k?

SFJ420: I'm on it, man.

DM: Ok, call me if you need anything...

*He leaves. Time shift. We see Davin in the hospital, sitting in a chair between both Firewoman's and Moose's rooms. Ever so often he goes to check on each of them.*

*fade*

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In the darkened ER of the Dayton Memorial Hospital, there's a familiar scene. Fire laying in a hospital bed, Alex sitting next to her. The beeping and blinking machines. Etc. There are several empty cups of coffee on the floor next to him, so he's clearly been here a while. Alexis walks in.

LD: Selena says you can join us in Greenland later, as soon as... well, as soon as you can. Or not...you know...whatever. Any change?

AD: No....

LD: Since when do you drink coffee?

Alex produces a flask from the chair between him and the arm. Lexie grabs it and shakes it...it's nearly empty.

LD: And that is helping her now?

AD: I might be too drunk to go three rooms over and strangle her brother?

LD: Okay...I'll be back later, but you know she would want you to--

AD: I know.

Lexie leaves. A few moments later, Fire stirs and opens her eyes, and Alex sits up.

AD: Hey, you....

FW: *weakly* Hey...where--

AD: Hospital. You have lost a lot of blood, and there are a few other things that need to be addressed, but for now you just need to rest.

FW: Okay.

AD: Okay? No argument.

FW: No....did I lose?

AD: No, Fire...you won.

FW: Yay. Wait...I saw....you threw it in...how did I--

AD: Clio threw Moose's in first.

FW: Oh...Alex...

AD: Yes, Lis....

FW: I told you not to, or else.

AD: I know. You can yell at me later. For now you get to rest. I'm taking you home.

FW: Where are we next?

AD: The OOWF is in Greenland, but before that, I'm taking you home.

FW: The suites?

AD: No, silly...Home. OUR home. New Orleans.

FW: Oh....right....

AD: Go back to sleep.

FW: Okay....Alex?

AD: Yes, dear....

FW: Moose?

A look of anger crosses Alex's face, as if he can't believe that she would even care about this, but it softens a bit because she does care.

AD: He's in about as good a shape as you are. When you get better you can watch the match. But he's ...He's going to be fine too.

FW: Okay....

AD: Go to sleep.

FW: Okay.....Alex?

AD: Seriously?

FW: I'm hurt pretty bad aren't I?

AD: *sigh* Yeah, you'll need to take some time off. Again.

FW: Okay....I'm sorry I won't be there with you again.

AD: *smiles a bit* Well, at least this time I'll know where you are.

Fire smiles a bit and goes back to sleep, or passes out, whichever. Alex adjusts the blanks around her and then sits back in his chair.

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<reporters are gathered in the conference room of the Dayton Medical Center. A doctor walks to the mic and doesn't take any questions>

As of this moment, Mr. Quinn and Mrs. Darling both remain in and out of consciousness. Due to the excessive nature of their injuries, we have not been able to ascertain the severity of their injuries. After seeing the footage........which was appalling.....I feel confident in diagnosing moderate to severe concussions. Beyond that......we have to run more tests and take more x-rays before we can determine the extent of the injuries. Both will remain in intensive care until further notice

Reporter: When do you think they will be able to return to the ring?

Doctor: <looking shocked> These two will be lucky to LIVE over the next 48 hours. There is no possible way to determine, at the point, if a return to wrestling is even something possible.

Reporter 2: Were either conscious when they arrived at the hospital?

Doctor: Both were in and out of consciousness, Mr. Quinn more than Mrs. Darling, but they were not coherent at all.

Reporter 1: Did Moose say anything?

Doctor: What? I don't know.......he said something like.......It was worth it.......ok, I have to get back, we have a full night of tests and monitoring to do

<the doctor gets up and heads out of the room ignoring the reporters questions, and we fade>

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(Wyatt, Mary Lou, and Edra are at the Dayton Medical Center to connect with Clio, who rode in the ambulance with Moosehead Jack to the Emergency Room. Edra and Wyatt seem to know where to go and end up at a nurses station. Wyatt looks at Edra and she pulls back as Wyatt speaks to the nurses. Wyatt's usual bluster gets him nowhere, but it distracts the staff enough so that Edra could slip into Moosehead Jack's room. Wyatt stops blustering shortly after Edra enters the room and he and Mary Lou sit in the waiting area. Wyatt seems to be listening to something and he tightly holds Mary Lou's hand. He stands up and a moment later Edra and Clio, still in her blood-spattered ring wear, come around the corner. The staff looks at them questioningly but say not a word. The family heads in silence downstairs to the waiting car to go to the airport. As we....


Fade to the airport tarmac. We see the OOWF Charter in the foreground and the American Sunrise turboprop aircraft in the background. Wyatt, Mary Lou, and the twins exit the car. Clio is wearing a jacket to cover her ringwear. )

Mary Lou: He called you two that?

Edra: His legacy.

Clio: The next generation of destruction.

Mary Lou: He always called you that.

Clio: The man is...amazing. How he can do that, go through all that...it's...wonderful.

Edra: It's insane.

Clio: But it's all for a purpose, a reason. They all think it's senseless. But there's a reason.

Edra: There is NO REASON for something like that.

Clio: I'd go through all that for you. That's why he did it. To bring Fire back.

Edra: I...I don't know. But let's talk about this later. We've got someone to say goodbye to.

Clio: Be careful Mary Lou. We'll see you in January.

Edra: Tell everyone we miss them.

(Mary Lou and the twins hug.)

Clio: (Whispering) Take care of our sister.

Edra: (Whispering) Really good care.

Mary Lou: But how did you...

Clio: Shhh...we won't tell anyone.

Edra: Our secret.

Wyatt: What secret.

Mary Lou: Never mind.

(Edra and Clio start to walk to the Charter, but Clio sees Comrade Sharkoff on the tarmac with his roller bag and his DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship belt over his shoulder.)

Clio: Dad, could I borrow your knucks?

Edra: Clio...

Wyatt: Why do you...nevermind, here.

(Clio puts the knucks on her left hand and puts her hand in her coat pocket as she runs over to the Comrade.

Clio: Excuse me, Mr Sharkoff. I just wanted to tell you how sad it is that people don't give you the repect you deserve. You've had a rough couple of matches, and I know things are just going to get better for you.

CS: Maybe Comrade misjudge you and your sister and your capitalist pig father. Maybe you have chance of being good vooshku yet Gloria.

Clio: Maybe, Comrade. Shake?

(Clio extends her right hand and the Comrade takes it. She quickly pulls the Comrade in and lays Knucks-assisted left hands into his head. He falls, but Clio picks him up and hits a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER ON THE TARMAC! She stands up, places a foot on Sharkoff's chest, the referee appears, and the three count follows.)

WINNER AND NEW DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion – GLORY!

Clio: (Picking up the belt and holding it up for INCy to see.) My friend wanted this to be a legitimate championship. Everyone treats it like a joke. Not any more. You want this belt? Get Selena to make the match. Submissions or knock outs only. This was Jack's belt, Jack's rules. You want it, get in line.

(Clio and Edra head for the charter, while Mary Lou and Wyatt smile.)

Mary Lou: Your little girl is growing up.

Wyatt: I know. They grow up so fast. You two take care, OK?

Mary Lou: Soon.

(Wyatt and Mary Lou hug, Mike comes to get Mary Lou, and the couple walks their separate ways as we...)

FADE

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Alexander Darling, bleary eyed from lack of decent sleep and too much Irish coffee, walks out of Firewoman's room. He sees Davin, who nods and walks over to join him.

DM: How--

AD: Sleeping still. I think the swelling on her face is going down, but I can't be sure.

Alexis Darling walks over to where they are standing, papers in hand.

AD: What's that?

LD: Everything you need to sign to make the transfer to the Tulane Medical Center once she's stable, which should be later today from what they are saying.

DM: Alexis Darling, always good with the logistics.

She shrugs and looks at her brother with concern while he flips through things, reading them.

LD: It's what I do. It's standard stuff, Alex.

AD: I know, and I've signed allegedly standard stuff before, and you recall what happened.

LD: Oh right...about that. You were at the hospital already but.....um....Juni is back.

Alex stops mid signature and looks up at her.

AD: WHAT?!

LD: Don't worry, he's all about Stan and Mai this time and--

AD: I don't care. We need to hire some security.

LD: Already done. Lucky has contacted some of Fire's...um...previous associates. They're out at the house in New Orleans already and standing by at the hospital.

DM: That's subtle.

AD: Fuck subtle. If I can't be there, then I don't care about subtlety. What about here?

LD: There should be some...associates here within the hour. They'll take care of everything...and everyone.

DM: She will not like that.

AD: She can add it to the list to yell at me about later.

Alex goes back to signing, and Lexie and Davin share a look. Finally he's done, and yawns and stretches.

AD: Okay, thanks Lex...I'm going to go back in and--

DM: How 'bout you go get something to eat? I'll hang out here.

LD: What a great idea!

Alex looks between them both and is annoyed for a minute.

AD: Fine.

Alexander and Alexis head to the cafeteria, and Davin resumes his seat.

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*Stank is sitting in the lobby on the fourth floor of the hospital where his friends, LD Williams, Moosehead Jack, and Firewoman are being tended to. An advertisement for Midweek Mayhem plays on a nearby monitor. Stank does not look up but he can hear the audio.*

______________________________
GMSa-T - We're back!

CE - We're back!

DM - I'm back!
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*Stank smirks at the sound of Davin Moreland's voice as he continues to stare at the floor.*

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VOG - The OOWF is back! Midweek Mayhem is back on the manliest manly network to ever menned man, the manly, totally not in a gay way (Not that there's anything wrong with that) Pun's House Network.

More ACTION!
More VIOLENCE!
More EXCITEMENT!

Less BOARD SHUTDOWN!

Faster, Better, LESS COLOR THAN BEFORE!
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*Stank's cups his forehead and rubs his temples in an attempt to hold off the onset of a migraine.*
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VOG - I didn't mean that in a racist way, I'm just saying....

COME FOR THE BLOODSHED! Stay for the intrigue!

Post in the middle of the night! It's okay. THERE'S NO SLOWDOWN!

IT'S MADNESS!

IT'S MAYHEM!

MidWEEK MAYHEM!

BACK.... on PHN!
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*The next ad starts to play when Shannon Lazslo Mann walks in and sits next to Stank.*

Shannon - How are you?

Stank - Me? Oh I'm just peachy.

Shannon - Okay sorry I asked.

Stank - No.. no I'm sorry. I'm pissed you know? Jack and Lisa have nearly killed each other. LD damn near had his career ended by fucking Chris Evans of all people, and I wasn't there to stop him because I was HERE worrying about the two idiots in rooms 412 and 413.

Shannon - I'm sorry about your friends... but I have a feeling the Quinns will pull through okay. The Blood Moon rises.

*Stank rolls his eyes.*

Stank - Since when did you start talking like Red?

Shannon - Ghosthead is my husband.

Stank - Blood Moon Rises? What the fuck does that shit even mean?

Shannon - You'll know... just like everyone else.

*Shannon rises to her feet and starts to leave.*

Stank - Shannon.

Shannon -

Stank - I got enough crazy to deal with without one of my sane friends getting all nutty.

Shannon - I'm not crazy Lucas.

Stank -

Shannon - I'm not.

*Shannon walks away as the camera fades.*

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*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is still selling the effects of Folz's attack*

Evans: Ah, fucking Folz.

*Evans sees the INC*

E: Really, you wanna bother me now? Fine, let's just get this over with.

So Davin was Ski Mask Guy? Okay seriously, show of hands, who the hell didn’t see THAT one coming? Your hatred of me and my success, your bashing of anyone that doesn’t have the name Moreland, and most of all, the fact that your head is so far up your ass, it somehow found a way to pop out the other side. You help LD back to his feet, show him respect, and then you call him a Fraud. Respect from a hypocrite and a self-proclaimed wrestling God, is as useless as the gods themselves. You think I want your respect, or the respect of others? I don’t need anyone’s respect. The fact that I am the World Champion means that I command respect. You can grasp at straws all you want, the fact of the matter is, I’m still the World Champion, and, oh surprise surprise, I did it cleanly yet again. I’m also the second World Champ to ever walk out of Hell on Earth still retaining the title, something that you can never claim. The first one who had actually done this just so happens to be Firewoman. And speaking of which, Alex, if you actually stay with that conniving bitch after she put your marriage on the line in order to satisfy her own needs and threatened to divorce you if you even attempted to throw in the towel, well you’re even more of a pussy-whipped dumbass than I gave you credit for, and that’s saying a lot.

And Folz, once again, you prove just how much you don’t get it. Yeah, you may be just as good of a wrestler as I am, but what you lack is that killer instinct. If the situation was flipped, and your ankle was in that chair, rest assured, you’d be right in the hospital right alongside Moose and Fire right now. History aside, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it. That’s why I’m the World Champion, and you never will be. I do what I feel is necessary; to weed out those who I feel aren’t worthy. Think of it as a form of social Darwinism, except with chairs involved.

And then there’s the champions Challenge. Let’s see, we’ve got Chad Madison and Zane Myers. Two guys who may be able to hold the claim as the greatest tag-team in OOWF history, and I’ll admit, it’s hard to argue with the facts. It’s also hard to argue with the fact that when they’re separated and have to go at it alone, they can’t come close to replicating that.

Next, there’s Kai. The man who thinks that he’s The Rock. I have no idea how you were able to get the best of Ghosthead, but rest assured, if you somehow make it to me, that is not gonna happen again. I was better than you in the New Guard, I’m better now, and I always will be better.

And lastly, that leaves Danny Taylor. Silent Bob. A man who people are pushing as the odds-on favorite to face me. And personally, I hope he does make it. Me and him have got some unfinished business, which he added to last night when he once again got involved in things that don’t involve him, distracting me so that Davin could come through the crowd. And if he does get there, he would have already faced two guys already. So if by some means he happens to face me, I’m gonna take my time picking him apart. I’ll show him why he’s not on my level, and why he doesn’t belong here. I will walk out yet again as the OOWF World Champion, and there’s just not a damn thing that him or anybody else can do about it.

*fade to black*

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*Moosehead Jack is ON A VENTILATOR~! A large figure comes in and sits down next to the bed, pouring himself a glass of brown liquid, leaving another empty glass on the bedside table. It's Davin, as the camera pulls back - and, as is his custom - he has no problem talking to himself*

DM: You really are a stupid motherfucker, Jack, you know that?

*He takes a sip*

DM: When you wake up, you'll want some of this I'm sure. Don't worry about Squirt either, her "associates" showed up; so Junichiro won't get anywhere near her. Man, fuck that guy, know what I mean?

*another sip*

DM: Why am I here, Jack? Honestly, who the fuck else is going to show up? I'm sure LD and Lucas will show up at some point. They really are true and loyal friends to you, you know. But you've even somehow managed to burn those bridges too.

*sip*

DM: As much as you hate to admit it, I'm the only damn family you've got left. I know. "You don't need anyone". That gets so fucking tiresome, Jack. In the end, our relationships are all we have. I mean, what are you going to do now? You're out of a job. You think TNA or WWE or even ROH are going to hire a loose cannon like you? So now what do you have? A ratty house in Pontiac and some old Crete vs. Moose DVDs? That's enough for you? You're going to be the next Spin Hansen. I give you three months tops before you off yourself. And you're such a damned moron, you'll probably take people with you. Columbine or something.

*sip*

DM: Doesn't have to be that way, Jack. I know you want Lisa away from Alex. I'll be honest, I was never the biggest fan either. But don't you see? The more you pushed, the closer they got! You can't ever pull them apart now. Everything you fought for has just been crushed beneath Alex's heel. And you know what? You can't blame him either. Nor can you blame her. It's not about revenge anymore, dummy. There is no revenge to be had. You lost. They won. And it's finally over. So help me, if you quote Rocky I will smother you with a pillow...

*sip*

DM: You have to take a leap of faith. You have to trust someone sometime. And not the "trust me" bullshit. But actual blind trust. And I'm looking around this room *looks* and I don't see anyone else but your younger, and much more handsome cousin.

*kills the glass and stands up*

DM: Well, at least you listened. I know you won't do anything about it. You're just going to go one doing what you do - trusting no one, "Moosehead Jack knows everything". But in this respect Jack? You don't know shit. And until you believe that; I've got you in the Deathpool. I'm sitting right outside, between you and Squirt's room. STUPID! Why the fuck did I let this happen?!?!

*clears throat*

DM: Doesn't matter now. Just wake up soon, Jack. And if you want to hash this stuff out, you know where to find me.

*He takes a look at Moose on the ventilator before leaving the room, and heading back to his chair*

*fade*

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FADE in on the locker rooms after Hell on Earth 8. Sitting by herself is Mai Muyo. She’s trying not to cry, but a sob escapes her every so often. There’s a knock on the door.

MM: “Stan!”

Mai rushes to the door and opens it quickly. However, it’s not Stan Fulton. It’s Junichiro Muyo.

MM: “What do you want?”

Eco: “Mai, is that the way you great your brother?”

MM: “When he’s a first class poo-poo head I do.”

Eco: “I couldn’t just let Stan keep bringing you down.”

MM: “Stan was my partner and my friend. You had no right to do what you did. I’ll never forgive you for this.”

Eco: “Stan was a joke. The man who couldn’t find a gimmick. The man who somehow beat me for my Intercontinental Championship. The loser who somehow has brainwashed my sister.”

MM: “I’m not brainwashed, Juni. I’m me. I’m not Juni’s sister. I’m Mai. Until you realize that and get Stan rehired, we have nothing to say to each other. The brother I knew and loved is gone. Now get out.”

Eco stands there dumbfounded and slowly takes a step or two back. Mai shuts the door in his face. Now, Juni’s getting mad.

Eco: “That’s one more tally on your balance sheet, Stanley. And I’m going to make you pay in full. No matter where you are.”

Back inside, Mai stands at the door, leaning her head against the cool metal. Her eyes open and she notices an envelope on the floor. It must have been slid under the door. Mai picks it up and notices it has her name written on the front. She opens it up and reads the enclosed note.

“Mai. I know this is going to be hard for you, but perhaps it’s for the best. We both know we were never going to win the tag titles here and you’re too good not to be competing for championships. Whatever the Board of Directors had against me was holding you down. Now you can go out and win the Imperial Onslaught and go win titles, though I fear that it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends, and especially, my dear Mai, to you.

“I have already explained to you, however, that my career had in any case reached its crisis, and that no possible conclusion to it could be more congenial to me than this. Indeed, if I may make a full confession to you, I was quite convinced that Juni was behind all of this. There frankly could be no other. Davin has the slight motive but not the desire to sully his hands dealing with me. Evans is too egotistical to do anything that wasn’t on camera with his face front and center. And Matt only recently has decided to reject all past confidences.

“I made every disposition of my property before leaving Canada, and sent it to my attaché, Martha. Pray give my greetings to everyone I leave behind, and believe me to be, my dear Mai,

Very sincerely yours,

Stanley Fulton.”

Mai drops to the floor in tears as we FADE.

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~~~ Chad Madison & Zane Myers are taking their seats on the OOWF flight to Greenland, where they are accosted by a RNSFJ ~~~


RNSFJ: Really quick guys, the Tag Team Champions don't usually fare very well in the Tournamnet of Champions at Imperial Onslaught. Do you think you guys can change that trend this year?

Chad: Can we? Of course we can. I'm a former Onslaught Champion. I'm facing the Onslaught Champion, Kai. Zane is a former Intercontinental Champion. He's facing the Intercontinental Champion, Danny Taylor. We are both on par with both of them in terms of wrestling ability.

Zane: Look at it like this. The Tag Team Champions have never won a match in this tournament. Before we came here, no one had ever won 100 tag team matches. No one had ever won 9 World Tag Team Championships. No one had ever done half the things we have accomplished. So to overlook either of us in this thing would be extremely foolish.

Chad: Our records in singles matches might not look impressive, but when you look at Whom we've beaten, you'll realize we Measure Up to the best of them.

~~~With that, Chad & Zane take their customary seats in Coach and settle in for the flight. ~~~

[wyattcox]

We see Matt Folz catching up on last night's and today's promos.

MF: Chris, I'm going to make this brief because you're not who I really want to respond to right now. You and I both know it's not because I lack killer instinct that I didn't break your ankle last night. No, it's because when we do eventually get face to face in the ring that I want you to have absolutely no excuses when I beat your ass and take that championship from you. And make no mistake, that day is going to come.

Now then, moving on to the man I really want to talk to. Welcome back Davin. I don't even know where to start here, so many idiotic things you've said in just less than 24 hours. Let's start with this: It was much more than just a simple chairshot I gave you. A simple chairshot dosen't give you a severe concussion, a broken jaw which had to be wired shut, 7 broken ribs, a broken forearm, a 3rd degree separated shoulder, a broken collarbone, a dislocated hip, 2 broken ankles which were also dislocated, and a ruptured Achilles tendon. Give me some credit man, that beatdown was a work of art.

But you battled back, became ski mask guy, started fucking with the New Guard. But let me ask you something, and this is a legitimate question, What did you actualy accomplish? All that effort, just to what? Hit us in the head with a pole? There were 4 people involved in that attack, Aina is gone, yes, but you had nothing to do with that. The Kai just got done taking the Onslaught Championship from the longest reigning Onslaught champion ever, Chris is still World Champion, and I'm in the best shape of my career. You couldn't stop any of that. So seriously, what was the fucking point? The goddamn Black Scorpion had a better plan and was more effective than you.

I find it exremely funny that you call out people for being frauds when you yourself are the biggest hypocrite in this company. Don't know what I'm talking about? Well let's just go to the videotape. And I want to point out that this was shot on March the 4th of this very year:

DM: So today, I'm announcing my retirement. As of today, I'm no longer an employee of the OOWF. You won't see me in a backstage capacity. You won't see me at house shows or any other shows.

DM: When I say I'm retired, I mean I'm retired. I'm not coming back.

Folz shuts off the tape and shakes his head.

MF: You know, this seems familiar to me. A past his prime, egomanical fuckwad announcing his retirement and then coming back months later acting like everything is perfect? I can't wait to hear Russ and Razz talking about how you're just like a kid out there. And I guess I should warn every attractive female in our PR department not to accept any texts containing cell phone pictures you took of yourself. Regardless, this is America, everyone has a right to work in his or her chosen profession should they choose. If you want to come back and be the highest profile, highest paid Jobber to the Stars since Jericho's last WWE run, more power to you. But I'm warning you, stay the fuck out of my way.

See, I have exactly 51 weeks and 2 days left to win the World Title before my contract expires, and if you fuck with me or try to get in the way of that goal then I make you a guarantee: I will finish what I started back in February. And I assure you that the last thing you'll see before you pass out from the pain is your slut of a wife and the Anti-Christ you call a daughter crying and begging me to stop. This is your first and only warning.

Fade

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The Kai looking at his NEW~ Onslaught Championship belt. A'isha stands in front of him and...I think she's smiling. That's never good. Kai turns to the camera with a huge grin.

K: FINALLY! THE KAI! HAS COME BACK! TO PUNS! HOUSE!

Crowd cheers.

K: And the Kai does what the Kai does best, after tasting pie that is, the Kai has brought with him...GOLD!

And it's just in time because it is time for the Champions of the OOWF to go one on one, and have some fun. And no one has more fun than the Kai smackin' down jabronis and at Midweek Mayhem from the Greenland that isn't green, the Kai gets to to do it not once! But twice!

Aa-T: Actually, it could be three.

K: The Kai doesn't do threesomes. The Kai likes it one on one, except for that time in Yamagata with Firewoman and Lexie...

Aa-T: Please for the love of God, do not finish that story.

K: *ahem* As the Kai was saying, this Wednesday from cold as hell, Nuuk, where it's so cold even the men have on their brights...A'isha, you might wanna wear a bra to the show, I can see yours now...

A'isha looks down, uses her arms to push out her "assets", shrugs and let's Kai continue.

K: ...The Kai will smack down Playboy Chad Madison, who the Kai has gone 'round and 'round and 'round with so much the Kai is sick of seeing his smug hick face. Then the Kai will smackdown another champion, and then, that leads the Kai to you, Chris Evans.

Chris Evans, you wanna talk about how dominant you are. You wanna talk about how much better you were than everyone in the New Guard, well, Cub, ya forgot one thing. The Kai was never truly in the New Guard. The Kai didn't give a monkey crap about any of you jabronis. The Kai thought you sucked then, you suck now, and you always will SUCK!

So you run your mouth Cub. You write those checks your candy ass can't cash. You bring your World Championship into the ring with the Kai. 'Cuz when you do, you just checked yourself into the Smackdown Hotel! The Kai doesn't check your bacgs here, no no no, the Kai takes your belt, he shines it up real nice, which any good concierge would do. The Kai will show you your place, where you will KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH! And then the Kai will take your belt is STICK IT STRAIGHT UP! YOUR CANDY ASS!

Crowd cheers.

Aa-T: May He grant you your heart's desire.
And fullfill all your counsel!
We will sing for joy over your victory,
And in the name of our God we will set up our banners.

Psalm 20: 4-5.

K: What she said. And what the Kai said.

IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLALALALOW! WHAT THE KAI! IS! SURFIN!

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*Matt Folz Locker Room*

Folz has finished watching the tapes and gets up from his couch. He calls out to Jamie but she mentions something about a headache and being tired and doing her hair all at the same time. Folz just shrugs as he yells out that he's going to get some food at Ric's. As he leaves the locker room, his cell phone rings...

MF: Oh, hey Hayden...good to hear from you.
No. I don't know what...
I don't care whose sister she is.
I get that you're friends...
That's not the point.
It was just...
What do you mean; distraction?

WHAM. A sledgehammer slams into Matt from behind and he drops to a knee.

MF: *mumbling*Alexander, you're going...

Alexis: Wrong Darling.

Matt tries to struggle to his feet but fails when Alexis drops a knee to the back of Folz' head.

Alexis: I don't know how often we have to make this point clear to the rest of the world. We don't believe in an eye for an eye. We believe that words have consequences and actions have retributions. Insult my sister again and this will seem like a Sunday tea. You want to insult Davin...go ahead, he deserves it and it furthers a storyline. You want to come at me or Alex, we've been there and done that and burnt the t-shirts but we'd be willing to drop to the dark match to placate you Matty. But Sam, Mickie...they're off-limits to you.

MF: You're dead bitch.

Alexis: Maybe, probably, one day but not today and not by you. You do your thing Matt. Have a great year. Be all you can be, but don't bring the Darlings into it. Because if you do, it'll be a very short run to the top for you. It'll be over before you know it. And I am a bitch, that's never been debated...but right now you're mine...Booyah, Bitch!

*Fade*

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Chris Evans heading down The Hallway (tm). Out of seemingly nowhere, Ricky Soaring Eagle steps out in his path.

Evans: If you know what's good for you, you'll....

His sentence never finishes. Eagle BLASTS him across the face with the tire iron. Evans drops like a stone to the floor. Blood gushes from Evans nose, lip and eye socket all at once. RIcky Squats beside him as he writhes on the ground.

Ricky: Hurts like hell? That my friend is just the appetizer. The main course is still to come. I told you I'd be coming after you and that title. And If I get to pry it from your cold, dead hands, that means I get to subject you to even more of my kind of pain.

(whispers) The Year of the Eagle has begun.

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*Davin Moreland reaches into the back that's sitting on the chair between the two hospital rooms. He doesn't sit down, he just carries another bottle and two glasses. He carries them into Firewoman's room, and, after a brief staredown with the Hired Street Toughs, they leave, and Davin sits down next to the bed, pouring two glasses, and leaving the bottle of Jameson's on the table. As per usual, he starts talking to himself*

DM: So...are you done now, Squirt? Did you accomplish everything you hoped for? No? Jack still lives. Barely, but he lives. I mean, Jesus H. Christ on a Cracker, Squirt. *I* couldn't kill him, but you could? You should have come to me you know. I would have talked you out of it, you dope.

*He closes his eyes and takes a sip, there's some stirring and he hears*

FW: *weakly* I'm not a dope, Sasquatch.

*Davin smiles as Firewoman's eyes flutter open. He hands her the other glass, and raises it to her lips, and she takes a sip. With a big grin, she looks back at Davin*

FW: You know, you're the only one who would think to bring that to a hospital.

DM: Oh, but that's not all I brought.

*He pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his pocket and puts it in the drawer in the side table*

FW: *smiles again* You're going to get me in trouble.

DM: With who?

FW: Oh, I dunno. Alex, for starters.

DM: Yeah, you let me worry about that, Squirt. Tell him if he has a fucking problem with it, he can come see me.

FW: Such a badass....and....how are you...why are you here? Where are your crutches and stuff?

DM: Ah, that's right. You didn't see. I made my triumphant return, and beat the dogshit out of Paper Evans.

FW: *snickers* Good one. And you said you weren't ever-

DM: *shrugs* I lied. It's the only way I could pull off everything I needed to pull off.

FW: But...you lied! You're a face, right?

DM: Certainly not the first time I've lied as a face, is it? Like "Sure Alex! I'd love to team with you!"

FW: *actually giggles* So...does this mean you're back?

DM: *smiles and takes her hand in both of his* Yes Squirt. I'm back. We're all back. Sam, Moony...and Mickie has been asking about you for some reason. "FIYAH FIYAH FIYAHSALT!", and then she jumps off something and busts her head open. Sort of like you.

FW: *winces in pain at the same time* Shut up, Sasquatch.

DM: I want you to make me a promise, and by God, you'd better keep it.

FW: Well, tell me, and I'll get back to you, ok?

DM: *sighs* Ok, fine. You need to promise me that you will never, eeeeeeeeeever, feud with Jack like this...agayyyn.

FW: Cute. *closes her eyes* I'll think about it, ok?

DM: Good. Cause I'm not going to allow you to kill yourself and leave Mickie doing Firesaults off of shit for no reason, ok?

FW: Hmm. You have to stop me first.

DM: I'm pretty sure I could smother you with a pillow right now, and there's nothing you could do about it, Squirt. Not that you ever could.

FW: Bitch, I will CUT you!

*They laugh, she starts to cough, and silence falls over the room. Fire finally breaks it*

FW: Um, Davin?

DM: What?

FW: This is going to sound...silly...but...well....who won?

DM: Alex didn't tell you?

FW: He might have. I forget.

DM: Well, the fans won. They got to see two people almost die. But you won. Jack is fired.

*Fire smiles a little and closes her eyes*

DM: I know this sounds stupid, but I'm worried about him, you know. He's in a lot worse shape than you...and he's got nothing to go back to.

FW: That's not my fucking problem.

DM: I know. And that's what you should say. That's what everyone should say, really, even me.

FW: But?

DM: *shrugs* But nothing, for now. Not that he's ever given two shits about me, right?

FW: Right.

DM: Anyway, you don't need to worry about that, Squirt. You just worry about getting better. Hopefully you can catch up with us soon.

FW: Oh yeah...Greenland.

DM: Yeah. I have to run though, Sam's probably going nuts with Trouble by now.

FW: Trouble?

DM: Mickie's nickname. Well, nickname other than Mickie.

FW: I like it. She takes after her Dad.

DM: *grins* Don't be so sure. Is breá liom tú col ceathrar. Bí go maith, agus beidh a fheiceann tú mé go luath.

FW: *smiles* Bí go maith Davin, turais sábháilte.

*Davin gets up from the chair and steps in the hallway. He grabs his back and punches the "down" arrow on the elevator, as we...*

*fade*

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(Edra and Clio are on the plane to Greenland continuing their discussion of Moosehead Jack when they notice an empty seat a couple of rows in front of them. They look up and see Mai Muyo, curled up next to the window and softly sobbing. The twins look at one another and Clio, still in her blood stained ring gear and looking a bit disheveled, lays her newly won DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship on the seat and walks up to Mai and quietly sits down. Mai doesn't notice her presence until Clio touches her gently on the shoulder, shocking Mai.)

Mai: OH! Oh, Clio! You're hurt.

Clio: Oh, I came straight from the hospital. I...I didn't have time...oh, Mai, I'm sorry.

(Clio pulls Mai in for a hug and Mai dissolves in tears. Clio holds her for a very long time. Clio reaches into the pocket of the seat in front of her and finds some tissues and begins dabbing at Mai's eyes.)

Clio: Looks like we both lost friends tonight. You lost Stan and I lost Jack.

Mai: Oh, Clio, it's just not fair. Why would Juni do that...and after I tried to get him to help?

Clio: Sometimes we never know what's going on in our own family, you know? Like Cain and Abel.

Mai: Clio, you know Stan's a good man.

Clio: The best. You know, a lot of bad things went down between us, and I just pray that the bad karma didn't cause this. It's just...just so stupid the way we fought, made it so personal. I wish...wish we could turn back the clock.

Mai: Never look back, always look forward, toward...toward a brighter...

(Mai starts sobbing again and Clio pulls her in again. Eventually she stops and takes the tissue from Clio.)

Mai: I'm sorry, I just haven't been able to talk with anyone about..about...

Clio: I know. Hey, I know things haven't been exactly sweetness and light between the three of us, but maybe when we get to Greenland you could come over, bring your Bible, we'll look for some solace for all of us.

Mai: Well, Stan said...

Clio: I know, Stan never trusted us, and I don't blame him. But right now you're hurting, we're hurting. Maybe between the four of us, we can find a little peace.

Mai: Gee, it'll be nice to see you all again when we're not trying to beat each others brains in. You're sure your dad won't have a problem with me coming by?

Clio: Let me handle it. I know how to take care of dad. Trust me.

Mai: Cool (giving Clio another great big hug) We'll get together later.

Clio: Just be careful. This isn't a safe place for a single woman. We'll have your back.

Mai: Thanks Clio, you're the best.

(Clio walks back to Edra who has that evil grin on her face again, and once Clio sits down, so does she. The twins give each other a hug and put on their headphones and softly sing...)


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 

(The twins cuddle together as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

We come up in the Destroyatorium, and see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro sitting enjoying a round of cold ones. The two seem to be in a good mood, celebrating Danny’s successful defense of the Intercontinental Championship at HOE.

DVD: Congrats on the victory my friend.

Danny and Vic clink glasses and take a large swig.

DVD: Now it’s time to get ready for the Champions tournament. That is potentially three matches in one night, not an easy feat to pull off.

Danny holds up one finger, then points to his eye before pointing to the distance, and shaking his head no.

DVD: You are right, we can’t look ahead without focusing on the first round. You and Zane, a guy you have fought both with and against. Not an easy matchup.

Danny flexes his bicep.

DVD: Yeah, this won’t be a technical matchup. This is power vs power all the way. It may not be pretty, but it sure will be fun.

Danny smiles, he then makes the motion of his fingers running on his hand.

DVD: Exactly you make it past Zane, and the strategy shifts both Kai and Chad are quicker opponents, they would require a whole different game plan. Being able to execute both strategies in one night is no easy task.

Danny nods.

DVD: And then if you manage to pull it off, you face the World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Evans.

Danny frowns at the mention of his name.

DVD: You would be at a disadvantage having had to fight two other matches. If you let your emotions get the better of you, you lose that fight before it even begins.

Danny nods, but the frown does not leave his face.

DVD: But let’s not start counting chickens huh? Zane is match number one, so let’s focus on that.

Danny smiles and nods as the two men continue their conversation, and we

FADE

[wyattcox]

**With Davin gone, Stank has taken up position outside of Moosehead Jack’s hospital room. The elvator opens and L.D.Williams hobbles out, carrying a tray with two coffees. He hands the tray to Stank, hobbles over to a nearby wating area, drags a chair over to face Stank’s, and falls into it.**

LDW: “Ow.”

S: <handing L.D. his coffee> “Feeling better, I see.”

LDW: “What was that we said about it being our world?”

**Stank chuckles, but doesn’t say anything.**

LDW: “How are they?”

S: “Not great, but they’ll live.”

LDW: “What’s with the goons –oh. Eco.”

S: “Yep. Lexie made arrangements.”

LDW: “Good.”

**The two men sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping their coffee.**

LDW: “We should never have let it get this far, Lucas.”

S: “Short of killing them both, I don’t see we had much choice. The Quinns are not known for compromise.”

LDW: “At least it’s over.”

S: “It better be”

LDW: “It is. Even if we do have to kill them.”

**More silent sipping**

S: “So, you gonna be ready for Wednesday?”

LDW: “Close enough.”

S: “I don’t really like leaving Moose.”

LDW: “Ma’s plane landed about twenty minutes ago. She’ll keep an eye on both of them.”

S: “Good. Then we should get to the airport.“

<fade>

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*DVD and DDT continue their conversation when Ghosthead drops down from the ceiling. DDT jumps up but is immediately BLASTED in the face with BLACK MIST! Danny flails about and stumbles backwards trying the rub the burning mist out of his eyes, but succeeding in only making it worse.

Ghosthead turns his attention to Victor Dinero who surprises the Death Knell with a right cross and a follow up kick to his side. Ghost catches an attempted straight left and JUDO FLIPS Dinero up and over! Victor lands hard on his back while Ghost maintains the grip on Victor's arm.

Danny Taylor stumbles blindly toward Ghosthead with wild swings, tossing chairs and tables out of his way as he bumps into them. Ghosthead releases DVD momentarily, narrowly avoids a wild punch from the Intercontinental Champion, pushes Danny Taylor backwards, and follows through with a SUPERKICK that nearly takes the big man's head off! Taylor flies backward and CRASHES through a table!

With DDT dispatched, Ghost turns his attention back to Victor and ducks in time for a beer bottle to go whizzing by. Victor turns, grabs a wooden chair and swings it with all his might at his advesary! Ghost catches the chair, YANKS it out of Victor's hands and tosses it harmlessly aside. Victor throws several body blows, straight punches and kicks at Ghosthead who easily blocks them all, retaliating with the occasional smack across Victor's face!

Ghost has finally had enough. He finishes Victor by pulling him into a Side Effect and locking the smaller man into the VEX VICE!

Victor desperately wants to howl in pain, but refuses to give Ghosthead the satisfaction. Ghosthead locks the hold in tighter until he hears a pop which unleashes a loud cry from Victor Dinero despite himself. Ghosthead releases the hold and hops up to his feet, watching DVD roll on the floor clutching his arm in pain.*

Ghost - This little man... THIS... is your one and only warning. The next time either of you wish to interfere while I am punishing a victim... don't. Stay out of my business...

*Ghosthead eyes the Intercontinental Championship Belt lying across the bar.*

Ghost - Unless you wish to become... my business.

*Danny Taylor stirs, his face marred with black mist, his vision blurred. Ghosthead contemplates what he might do next when Ashley and Spencer walk in, freezing in their tracks at the sight Ghosthead and the surrounding carnage. Ghost turns his head and locks eyes with them. To their credit they don't scream, but fear is clearly written on their faces.

Ghost approaches the girls who block the exit, but as the the Death Knell nears they separate making the path clear. Ghosthead eyes each of them with mild amusement and simply walks out without further incident. He disappears into the shadows as the camera fades.*

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As the specter of the Ghosthead passes, Ashley and Spencer regain their wits and head to check on their friends. Danny is just beginning to stir, and Ashley grabs a washrag from behind the bar before heading over to him. Danny senses someone nearby and starts to try and go on the offense.

Ashley: Woah, calm down big guy, it’s me.

Hearing Ashley’s voice, Danny settles back as she uses the rag to try and clear some of the mist from his eyes. Danny throws up a V with his left hand.

Ashley: Spencer is checking on him now.

The camera pans over, and we see Spencer helping Victor to his feet.

Spencer: You okay Vic?

DVD: Heard something pop in my arm. I don’t think it’s broken, but it hurts like hell. See if you can find something I can use as a sling babe.

Spencer goes rummaging through some supplies behind the bar as Victor sits at a table cradling his arm.

Spencer: Why did Ghosthead do this?

DVD: Apparently he wasn’t happy with us paying back Kai and Aisha for the save.

Spencer: (popping her head up from behind the bar) Are you serious?

DVD: Yup, It looks like crazy is in the air again.

Ashley: So now what do we do?

DVD: We head down to medical and get Danny’s eyes flushed out, he still has a champions tournament to get ready for. If Ghosthead wants a fight, he can meet us there……oh wait that’s right (Vic’s voice drips with sarcasm) He’s not a champion anymore.

With that the group heads to medical as we….

FADE

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The scene comes up outside the arena, and we see a makeshift ring made up of various broken pieces of equipment. In the ring are Justin Sane and Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. Bill picks Justin up and tosses him out of the ring, in the general direction where Drunkey and Drunkette are standing chewing on some potted plants. Justin overshoots and crashes into the wall. He is quickly back up and into the ring. Bill picks him up again tossing him once more. This time it’s to the left, and Justin lands in some of the plants. This continues several more times with Justin just barely missing landing on the Donkeys each time. Ellie Mae walks out of a side door and sees this, pausing in her tracks.

Ellie: What are you two doing?

Bill and Justin pause in the ring and lean on the ropes, Justin managing to get tangled in them and tapping out to them at one point before Bill helps him straighten out.

Bill: We is preparing for that AEIOU match Ellie.

Ellie: It’s IO, and how?

Justin: We figured with me being light, it would be easy to get eliminated, so Bill will just toss me onto Drunkette so my feet never touch the floor, and I won’t be eliminated.

Ellie: (pausing for a second) That’s not actually a bad strategy.

Justin: Opus told it to me.

Bill: Yeah, after that rascal done took all our money in a game of cutthroat Uno.

Ellie: (lets out a sigh) Well, it’s a good thought, but it won’t work.

Bill: Now hold on Ellie, we almost got the timing down.

Justin: Yeah a few more tosses and I think we got it.

Ellie: No, it won’t work because Selena has banned Drunkey and Drunkette from ringside for the IO.

Bill: Well what in the heck for?

Ellie: She said, and I’m quoting “It’s bad enough I have to let those jackasses in the IO, I’m not having jackasses around the ring for it as well”

Justin: Drunkey and Drunkette get to be in the IO, cool now we have four chances to win.

Bill: Outdamstander’n hell son.

Bill and Justin celebrate in the makeshift ring as Ellie lets out a sigh.

FADE

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In Moose's darkened hospital room, a shadow falls. The INC pulls back to reveal Firewoman who has somehow managed to stagger her way into Moose's room, past security, nurses, and LD's momma, dragging her IVs, and is holding herself up with the chair...barely.

FW: You stupid son of a bitch. It didn't have to...ah, who am I kidding...yes it did.

MHJ: *eyes closed* Of course it did. Here to finish me off?

Fire smirks.

FW: Not yet. You owe me something.

MHJ: I can't really sign my resignation right now. I'm not sure I can move.

FW: Not that. Admit it. You were wrong.

MHJ: I'm not saying it, because it's not true.

FW: It is true. Look, I don't remember ... much. Not just from the match but before....last thing I remember is firing Dr. Freedman....then just....red.

MHJ: Hehehe....I win.

FW: What? No, Alex said Clio--

Moose starts laughing. For a bit...then he starts coughing. Finally he's able to speak.

MHJ: You're so stupid. What was it Stank said? Born in sin...raised in iniquity? This was about you embracing who you really are....who you were meant to be. You broke every promise you made, even putting your marriage on the line, just because I made you angry.

Firewoman is not sure what to say, although she's clearly still woozy.

MHJ: You may have won the match, Fire...

But I. Was. Right.

Moose attempts to laugh again with the same results.

MHJ: I was also right that even at your worst, you weren't enough to end me. I'm still breathing, sister dear.

FW: Oh?

Firewoman produces a pillow from behind her.

MHJ: You don't have enough strength to do that, Fire. You're barely holding on to that chair.

FW: Yeah, and you don't have the strength to raise your arms to stop me either. Tell Patrick I said hello.

Fire puts the pillow on Moose's face and presses down. He reaches up weakly to grab her arm as she applies pressure, but really, not much of it. Still, it's not comfortable, and the beeping on Moose's heart rate monitor goes up. Fire is smiling, and then suddenly stops, and pulls the pillow off, and Moose gasps.

MHJ: What..the...

FW: I just wanted to see...if I could do it. And if I could stop once I started.

MHJ: *coughing* ...And?

Fire smiles and tosses the pillow aside. Moose looks at her...and smiles back? The two sort of laugh together. Finally, she turns without saying a word and....

collapses onto the floor. Moose starts to get up, but obviously can't so he pushes the "need assistance" button. Orderlies come in, followed by LD's Momma.

MrsW: There you are. What are you two doing?

MHJ: Nothing?

MrsW: Uh huh....

The orderlies and a nurse get Fire up and back towards her room, under the strict supervision of LD's momma, as Moose smiles.