MidWeek Mayhem(10/10) Live!From Reykjavik, Iceland

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Reykjavik, Iceland

OOWF Tag Team Invitational - Round 1[/u]

1 fall to a finish. Pinned team eliminated. Other two teams advance. Pinning team faces a surviving team from another match the following week.

Texpress vs. DK Murphy & Davin Moreland vs. Chris Evans & Ghosthead

Mai Muyo & Kate Bannister vs. LD Williams & Stank vs. The Dragons

The Darlings vs. Danny Taylor & The Kai vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle & Comrade Sharkoff

Power & Glory vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Matt Folz & Rabbit Mask


Card subject to the Midnight Sun. That's a thing in Iceland, right?

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We see Ghosthead heading out to the parking lot after his Imperial Onslaught victory, when he's suddenly hit in the back of the knee by a Singapore cane. That's not enough to take the big man down, but a second shot to the middle of the back does. The camera pans up to see Matt Folz glaring down at him.

MF: First of all, that was a hell of a victory. You should be damn proud. But unfortunately I can't let you cash in on that title shot. See, it's going to be me that takes the championship off of Chris, and I'm not going to allow you or anyone else to fuck with that plan. After I beat him I promise you and every other worthy contender a title shot, but until then he's going to remain champion.

Folz picks up Ghosthead and piledrives him down hard onto the parking lot.

MF: I'm fully aware that you're going to come after me hard in reprisal for this attack. I welcome that and I'll be waiting.

Folz walks away as we FADE

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<we cut to......somewhere. Moose is sitting on a patio of some sort looking out at the sun setting over the mountains. He seems to be lost in thought. Just then we hear a voice>

V: You weren't supposed to leave

<the camera pans around and we see Mary Lou>

MHJ: If she can leave, I can leave

<Mary Lou sits down next to Moose>

ML: Always a competition between you two isn't it?

MHJ: Since the day she was born

<a long silence passes between them>

ML: Well, thank you for coming here. I know you would rather be with them on the road.......

MHJ: I'll be back in the ring before you know it. Just because I can't be in the OOWF doesn't mean I can't wrestle somewhere. I have a standing offer with New Japan

ML: <shaking her head> I don't know how you do it

MHJ: What else am I going to do?

ML: Ok, maybe not now, but in the future.......

MHJ: You know how it ends

ML: Why do you insist on that being the end?

MHJ: It's just how it is. Just like this thing with Fire. Stank, LD, Alex, they couldn't have stopped it even if they wanted to. We had to do it our way, and we did

ML: You think she will ever forgive you?

MHJ: She already has

ML: How can you say that?

MHJ: I just know

<Mary Lou shakes her head and gets up and goes back into the house. Moose sits there for a minute, then looks over at his computer and opens it up. After a few seconds, we see a face appear on the screen.....it's Fire>

FW: How did you?

MHJ: Right, because I am a caveman who couldn't POSSIBLY understand technology

FW: ok, ok. So........what?

MHJ: Can't a brother just say hi?

FW: You never just say hi. But since you are on here, you still feeling like shit?

MHJ: Yeah. You?

FW: Hurt in places I didn't know I had.

MHJ: All worth it

FW: Was it? We probably took ten years off our careers, and for what?

MHJ: To get Firewoman back

FW: I never left

MHJ: Yes you did

FW: Jackie, I don't feel like arguing with you.....

MHJ: Good, then don't. Just shut up and listen for a minute. <Moose pauses for a minute, gathering his thoughts> Look.....I know you may not understand this now, hell you may never understand it, but I didn't do this to hurt you, or to get even with Alex......

FW: Yes I know, you hate Alex, we have heard that....

MHJ: And that is not you shutting up and listening.

FW: Hmph

MHJ: I hate Alex as much as anyone on the planet, but this had nothing to do with him. This had to do with you. Whether you want to hear it or not, you got complacent in the ring. You were not what you once were. I knew I could tell you that till I was blue in the face, and you wouldn't listen. This was the only way. And after a couple matches, I knew it would happen. THAT was Firewoman. The most feared wrestler.....other than me of course......in the world. REMEMBER that. USE that

FW: <sighing> Jackie......I don't want to spend my life being angry. Whether you like it or not, I was happy.....

MHJ: And I'm not saying you shouldn't be. Look.........<really hating saying this> I hate Alex, but if, for whatever reason I can't comprehend, you are happy with him, whatever. But you can't let outside the ring affect inside the ring. You are better than that, when you get into that ring, remember the hell we went through, use that like you used it to beat me

FW: <grinning> Like you ever had a chance in that series

MHJ: <grinning back> Wanna know a secret? I knew I wouldn't win

FW: <looking shocked now> WHAT? Then why would you agree to......

MHJ: Because I knew that's what it would it would take. Think about it Fire, YOU were the one that upped the stakes. You wanted the retirement stip. You put your marriage on the line. You wanted the I Quit stip on it. I knew then that you could still be the best and...........at your best, you are going to beat me more often than not

FW: Jackie I...........I don't

MHJ: Hey, I gotta go, talk to you later

<Moose signs off as Mary Lou comes back to the porch with his medicines>

ML: What was that all about?

MHJ: Nothing

ML: Uh huh

<they get quiet and we fade>

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*The next day, it's a three and a half hour morning flight to Reykjavik. OOWF talent are outside boarding the plane. Matt Folz reaches the stair ramp and is about to climb up when he is SPUN around and blinded by BLACK MIST! Folz stumbles backwards and trips over the stairs. The back of his head bounces off the asphalt hard and nearly sends the big man into unconsciousness. Before Ghost can follow up he is spun around and PUNCHED in the mouth by Stank! Ghost falls flat on his ass and looks up at his brother. A small crowd has gathered by this time, officials and talent reluctant to get between these two.*

Stank - You and I had a deal, Red.

Ghost - The stakes... brother... were too high.

Stank - Which is why you're still here and not on your way to a hospital.

*Ghosthead (sans face paint) smiles revealing teeth stained with fresh blood and black mist.*

Stank - Don't smile. I can't guarantee it won't be that way if you and I should meet in the ring again. I tell you what though, if you ever break our deal again... you know the one where you mark me... if you EVER spit that black shit in my face again... it is a GIVEN that Adele Mann's baby boy will get beaten to a pulp by her oldest. I don't give a damn what the stakes are.

*Stank turns, pushes his way through the crowd, and boards the plane. Medical staff rush over to attend to Matt Folz. As Ghosthead's smile fades so does the camera.*

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**L.D. Williams and Stanley the Duck are watching OOWF TV (on it’s new/old home - PHN!) and see Moose’s conversation with Fire. When it ends Williams is smiling, and there may even be a hint of a tear.**

LDW: “Not exactly Hallmark, but it’ll do.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “Better than I expected.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “Yeah, I think he’ll be okay. Good enough not to need me, anyway. Get a hold of Selena and let her know I’ll sign on for another year.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: <sighs> “We have got to find you an assistant.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “Yes, one with opposable thumbs.”

<fade>

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(Wyatt is on the phone in his office shortly after Mayhem)

Wyatt: Good. OK tell Dr Flynn kid gloves with him. Because if he doesn't Dr Flynn will be in the ER, and not as a Doctor. Yeah, I know. I'm working on it. See if he'll stay upfront and not in that corner n the back, OK. Good. OK, love you, bye.

(Kate walks in holding up a card as if she won the lottery.)

Kate: Provisional. I'm on next week's card!

Wyatt: YEAH! Now these young punks can see what kind of people we had in the UNWF. What's the card look like?

Kate: The twins face Banned from Everywhere and Matt Folz and Rabbit Mask.

Wyatt: Ooooo, that will be wicked!

Kate: I, on the other hand, am teaming with the girls Bible buddy against LD and Stank and someone called The Dragons.

Wyatt: Ooooo. That'll be tough. Winner advances?

Kate: That's the kick. Loser is eliminated.

Wyatt: Oh, this could be...strategy session on the plane. Away from prying INCys.

Kate: Gotcha. Sunny's outside and wants an interview.

Wyatt: Get the girls and Mai. I want us all there.

Kate: Good idea.

(Kate leaves as the scene shifts and time passes to in front of the Suite where there's a interview banner and SFJ Sunny awaits the arrival of the family. Out of the suites comes Wyatt, Edra, Clio, Kate, and a perkier than we've seen her in a long time Mai Muyo)

SFJ Sunny: Wyatt, your thoughts on tonight's Imperial Onslaught.

Wyatt: The Imperial Onslaught is an intimidating affair, one that is every person for themselves. Tonight, my daughters were reminded again of the importance of remaining focused at all times. That is a lesson that we'll be working on with some diligence this week. Mai also lost focus tonight and that cost her as well. Mai, however, has been away from our training regiments for some time and I'm sure she'll have that focus back.

SFJ Sunny: I have to ask you about the verbal attack tonight by Davin Moreland.

Wyatt: Who?

SFJ Sunny: Davin Moreland. Six Pack Champion. Grand Slam Champion.

Wyatt: Never heard of him. Next question.

SFJ Sunny: This week you'll be representing two teams in the Tag Team Invitational, your daughters Power and Glory, and Mai Muyo and a newcomer to the OOWF, Kate Bannister.

Wyatt: These four are without a doubt the biggest and most talented women in professional wrestling today. Mai Muyo, 5-9, 180, Power and Glory, 5-11, a combined 390 pounds, and Kate Bannister, 6-2, 225. These four women will not be intimidated by anyone. Tell em, Ladies.

Edra: Bill, Justin, we meet again. Bill, make sure you add extra transmission fluid and kerosene to this batch of Pine Cone Party Likker. It'll go down easily, just like the two of you.

Clio: Matt Folz, thank you for all you have done for Power and Glory. That said, this match is all business, nothing personal. As for the Wascawwy Wabbit, be vewwy vewwy kwiet. We contemplate the relevance of your positions, and have calculated the full permutations of the verbiage that you emit from your anal orifice, and it resembles most of the secretions and excretions which permeate the entirety of your being. Which is why Wabbit has brown eyes.

Kate: For thirty years I've felt a yearning, a desire. The clarion call of the squared circle has finally seduced Kate Bannister. Finally, I return Wednesday night at Midweek Mayhem. And who am I teaming with? The most talented member of the Muyo wrestling family. And who do we face? The biggest challenge of my career. Two men who have climbed the mountain and ruled the OOWF as partners, friends, and enemies. LD Williams, Stank, You're two big big men. But it doesn't matter how big you are on the outside, you're facing someone with a fighting heart like you've never ever seen. Be prepared for a challenge that you'll never forget.

Mai: Dragons...well, I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you're really good and we'll have a totally great match. Yay!!

Wyatt: When the smoke clears Wednesday night, Midweek Mayhem, expect these two teams to emerge victorious. And may God have mercy on your poor misbegotten souls. Because they won't.

SFJ Sunny: So, will you ladies be by later?

Clio: Nope, Bible Study. We're back into Thessalonians. Maybe tomorrow night.

(Clio kisses a pouty-faced Sunny as they walk back into the suite.)

Clio: So, Mai, you could stay with us. We do have the room.

Mai: I don't know. I hate to impose.

(Clio takes Mai in her arms)

Clio: Trust me, Mai, this won't be any kind of imposition. I want you here. I need you here.

Mai: But you have...

(Mai's words are cut off with the biggest, most passionate kiss she's ever gotten...)

Mai: I...It's...well, if you insist.

Clio: Trust me, it's best for all of us. If you like, I'll come help you pack.

Mai: No, I'll...are you sure it's no trouble?

Clio: Now Mai, have I ever lied to you?

Mai: I'll be back in 20 minutes or so. Thanks Clio. You're the best.

(Mai skips off and Clio grins.)

Clio: So they say...(singing)Prick your finger on a spinning wheel...

(Clio skips off to her room unaware that her father had been watching the whole interaction between her and Mai...)

Wyatt: No sir, I don't like it...I don't like it at all....

(Wyatt heads back to his office to finish packing as we...)

FADE

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*DK Murphy walks into the Hvitan Perlan in Iceland, sits in the middle of the bar, and nods to the bartender*

DKM: Hey, Snorri, long time no see.

Snorri: DK, why didn't you tell me you were around?

DKM: Just flew in with the OOWF.

Snorri: So your in the big time now? No more feuding with Large Lars in our local federation like 2 years ago?

DKM: Yeah, and this week it gets serious faster than I expected. I'm in a big tag team match.

Snorri: Well let me get you a shot of Brennivin to celebrate.

*Snorri pours a shot of "Black Death" that DKM slams quickly*

Snorri (while refilling the shotglass): I hope you're not worried about the competition. I mean, I know I was just a local indy wrestler back in the day, but in my opinion you have a lot more talent than...

*DKM shoots a look at Snorr and downs the shoti*

Snorri: OK, sore subject. I get it. But you know you can hang with the opposition. You've got the size and the athletic skills. I don't fully understand you choice of finishers, but we agreed to disagree on that a long time ago.

*DKM* Yeah, I know that. But I wasn't expecting to get teamed with Davin Moreland in my fourth match. That's a lot of pressure, dude.

Snorri: Damn!

Ron Simmons: Damn!

DKM: What's Ron Simmons doing here?

Snorri: Not sure. We used to have a device that detected disruptions in the time-space continuum, but since the batteries wore out Ron Simmons show up here some times.

*Snorri pours 3 shots of Brennivin, and he, DK Murphy, and Ron Simmons clink glasses and down them*

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~~~ Fade into a view of a rather nice living area. The camera pans back to one side and we see a sprawling set of display cases. Each one is filled with wrestling belts, plaques and trophies. The camera then zooms in on the middle section, where we can now make out 9 different OOWF World Tag Team Championship belts, 5 OOWF Award Plaques. They are all centered around an empty space in the case. We hear the voice of Zane Myers ~~~

Zane: What you see here is over a decade's worth of accomplishments. Dozens of Championships from around the globe. Tag Team of the Year awards. World's Strongest Tag League Trophy. Countless accolades. Enough laurels to rest on for the rest of our lives.

But there is something still missing.

You see, there is one thing Texpress has yet to accomplish.

Something numerous other teams have done.

Something we have failed to do.

Win the OOWF Tag Team Invitational.

We've not always been in the running. Some years, Champions aren't included. And for quite a while, winning the tournament itself was a curse. We want to bring that to an end.

So this week, we have an elimination match. DK Murphy is a fast-rising star. Davin Moreland is A Grand Slam Champion. Chris Evans is the World Champion, and won this thing last year. Ghosthead just won the Imperial Onslaught. There are other great teams in the other matches as well.

The bottom line is, despite the odds against us. Despite the history of the tournament. Despite the stiff competition, Texpress is determined more then ever to win this year's Tag Team Invitational.

My shelf has an opening. Time to fill it.

~~~ Hard cut to Zane Sitting in front of a laptop, with the scene we just saw on its screen. Zane closes the laptop slowly and walks out of sight without ever looking at the camera as we fade... ~~~

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Wyatt is in his office packing when his phone's text message tone sounds.

WC: "Huh. A text from Stan."

Wyatt opens the message and reads aloud (because, well then what's the point of this promo, right?).

WC: "Wyatt. Just because I'm not on the roster anymore, doesn't mean I don't watch OOWF-TV. Make sure Edra, and especially Clio, leave Mai alone. They hurt her or corrupt her and I'll come back and make a Taipai Death Match look like a tea party. And your girls will be the guests of honor."

Wyatt closes his phone.

WC: "No sir, I don't like it."

FADE

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(It's Friday morning, and Wyatt is at his computer writing an email. We look over his shoulder – cause INCy tends to do that – we see it's to [e-mail].)

Dear Stan:

Please accept my apology for not getting back to you sooner. Since Selena gave Kate a provisional contract I've had to do more training than I had to before. I don't know which is worse, training newbies or refreshing veterans. Kate blew off what was left of the ring rust this morning and she's getting back into form quickly. Mai, on the other hand, was still lost out there. Kate has taken her under her wing and they're starting to gel. But this morning they tried a Doomsday Device and Mai slipped and fell hard off the top rope and hit her head. We were all there in a flash, but you should have seen Clio.

You remember those talks you had with Clio when Firewoman was getting into her head? Well it was Deja Vu all over again. Mai was talking and crying and Clio was listening and holding her. Suddenly Mai broke away and shouted, “He doesn't care. He ran away. He didn't stay and fight for himself...for us...” Clio stood up, shook her and slapped her, then hugged her until she stopped crying. She kept talking to her quietly and whatever Clio said, it turned Mai around. She came out, hit everything harder and crisper than ever. When Kate pulled the jobber back up for another Doomsday Device, you should have seen Mai. She damned near decapitated him! She was in the zone. She was high fiving everyone and came over and hugged me big, then went over to Clio and hugged her...and put a huge kiss on her.

Mai has made a big difference in Edra and Clio. All three of them go over to talk with the SFJs, but come home early, sit around the table and read the Bible. You should hear some of those discussions. They get spirited, let me tell you. Anyway, they finish their study with a prayer around the table (And you are mentioned prominently every night) then they go to bed early.

Stan, for once I agree with you. I don't know if Clio is up to something or not, but I can tell you that everyone has thrown themselves into their ring work and all four of them are promising to win this invitational “for Stan”. You have every right to come back here and kick my ass if this is something other than it appears, but I'm just as confused as you are.

Be safe.

Wyatt

(Wyatt sends the email and shakes his head as we.... )

FADE

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**L.D. Williams and Stanley The Duck are having coffee (yes, the duck drinks coffee) at Ric’s when Stank walks in. He grabs a coffee himself and joins them.**

S: “Billy Dee.”

LDW: “Lucas.”

S: “Stanley.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

S: “So, I hear you haven’t signed your contract yet.”

LDW: “Selena has the…lawyer dudes…working on it now.”

S: “Good to know.”

LDW: “How’d you hear about it anyway?”

S: “A little bird told me.”

LDW: “Stanley! We told Selena we’d keep that quiet! Do you know how much trouble she could get in for letting me work on a handshake?”

Stanley: “Quack!”

S: “L.D., Stanley di-”

LDW: “I mean seriously! Confidentiality - isn’t that the first thing they teach you at business school? “

Stanley: “Quack!”

LDW: “The second ting then.”

Stanley: “Quack!”

LDW: “After that, then.”

Stanley: “Quack!”

LDW: “and that.”

Stanley: “Quack!”

LDW: “Eventually then! It must have come up at some point!”

Stanley: “quack.”

**Stanley hops off the table and storms out of Ric’s.**

S: “L.D., Stanley didn’t tell me anything.”

LDW: “You said he did.”

S: “No I didn’t”

LDW: “Yes you did.”

S: “I said a little bird told me.”

LDW: “Have you met Stanley? Diminutive? Feathers? Large bill?”

S: “It was a figure of speech.”

LDW: “…oh.”

S: “Yeah.”

LDW: <sigh> “Now I have to apologize…to a duck. Do you have any idea how hard it is to apologize to a duck?”

S: “Very?”

LDW: “C’mon - We need to find Awesome Bill.”

S: “Why?”

LDW: “We need a gift, and Stanley likes PCPL.”

S: “Why am I not surprised?”

<fade>

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<Stank and LD walk out behind the arena where Awesome Bill From Dawsonville has set up a still. He and Justin are sitting there talking>

JS: Yes, but the bounds of reality are only metaphysical. We have allowed science to CREATE those boundaries, but does that mean they really exist?

ABFD: Well naw son. Ya see, theys certain limitations on the very nachure of that big ol universe. I believe Einstein said that what aren't too big to comprehend, done has to existify. It hain't our limitations, but rather the limitations of the universe itself. Ya see, we don't creatify them laws, we just discover um.

LDW: Seriously. I have now seen everything

JS: Hey boss can I......

<Stank just hands Justin some money>

JS: Thanks boss!

ABFD: Well, ifn it ain't ol Elldie Will from Cambridgeville and Stankin Mann. How the hell are you ol boys?

Sta: Eldie Willl.......

LDW: close enough. We are doin just fine. Bill, I have to ask you a favor......

JS: Mr. Williams can I.......

LDW: Only if you can hit the seven ten split

<Justin thinks for a moment, then picks up an empty keg from their training session. He turns and looks to the alley where ten SFJ's are standing in a triangle. Justin wets his thumb and sticks it in the air, then rolls the keg, knocking down eight of the ten SFJ's, leaving only the seventh and tenth ones standing>

LDW: So far, so good......

<Justin picks up another empty keg and looks down the alley intently, then rolls the keg, putting just enough english on it to catch the seventh SFJ, sending her stumbling into the tenth SFJ sending them both to the ground>

LDW: Well I'll be damned

<LD hands Justin five bucks while Stank just shakes his head>

LDW: Now. Bill, I understand you’re a man who knows how to……make things

ABFD: I’m known to……imbibe in certain things from time to time.

LDW: I wonder if you could get me a pint of your finest PCPL

ABFD: Well now, I am not sure, with PCPL being illegal and whatnot. Beside, whatfor you plannin on doin with it?

LDW: You make your customers motives a part of your business?

ABFD: Well hell son, if you wanted a pint a that Russian Tatermash, I hain’t gonna ask no questions. I’d just give you a price and move on. But you see, a fine ol batch a PCPL, well that is the nectar of the gods son

LDW: Fair enough. I need a pint of PCPL because I accused Stanley the Duck of telling……..well, of breaching my trust

ABFD: The duck

LDW: The duck. Look, it might not make sense to you, but Stanley and I have a good working relationship

ABFD: Uh huh

LDW: Stanley likes to……partake……on occasion

ABFD: Well that or you’s gonna go rat me out to General Motors Selena

LDW: I’m no rat

ABFD: Son……I believe you. Eldie Will, but word done got around, ol Chris Stevens don’t like you none.

LDW: Tell me something. Would it help if I told Chris Evans I didn’t give a flying fuck what he thought?

ABFD: Naw. Ol Chris Stevens don’t care none about that. That ol boy ain’t right in the head. That ol boy done kickified a dog once. Now what kinda mess is that? But if I’s you, I’d growifiy some eyes in the back of your head. Like the two headed dragon. Outdamnstandener than hell

LDW: Thanks for the advice Bill. I got Stank and Moo……well I got Stank watching my back

ABFD: Well hell, the advice comes free. Now, you understand why I am concerned about mixin up a batch of PCPL for a Duck aintcha?

LDW: If there’s any trouble, General…..err…..GM Selena will never know where I got the PCPL from. Beside, <laughing> I doubt Stanley can do much harm

ABFD: Something funny son?

LDW: You ever seen a duck drunk on PCPL?

ABFD: Well hell, no I guess I hadn’t. Well hell, what does a bottle of sweet sweet shine usually go for?

LDW: I would say about twenty bucks in any good store

ABFD: TWENTY BUCKS! Well hell son! My usual price is ten bucks. But you understand General Motors Selena is done watchifyin me close and what not. So with the rewards come the risks or some such nonsense. I’ll let you have it for……uh…..Hold on Justin is the accountant……Justin?

JS: Five bucks

LDW: Five bucks it is

ABFD: You come back round chere in twenty minutes and I’ll makify you the best damn batch a PCPL you or a duck ever had in your life. But son, I ain’t sure it’s a good way to spend your money

LDW: Oh?

ABFD: General Motors Selena done got mens pokin around lookin for……Justin, what did she call that?

JS: Contraband and potentially hazardous substances relating to the still and manufacture of PCPL

ABFD: That. If them ol boys find it, and you mention my name and ol Stanley will never get another sip of PCPL again. None a that, no potato mash, not even a O’DamnDouls

LDW: I understand. Thank you,

ABFD: Just one more thing ‘fore you go

LDW: Sure

ABFD: We face Glory and Hercules this week. We’s familiar with them. And for some reason, General Motors Selena done got us fighting a rabbit again. You believe that mess? Two grown men fighting a bunny. But we don’t know a damn thing about ol Manifold, what can you tell us about that ol boy?

Sta: Manifold?

LDW: I got this. <ahem> That ol boy is meaner than a one eyes possum cornered in a wooden shithouse. He will stoop lower than a blacksnake in a wagon rut. He done creepifies up on people like kudzu in the night

ABFD: OH NO!

LDW: Hell son, that ain’t even the worst of it! Word is, that ol boy done called his mamma a…….hell naw, I can’t finish that

ABFD & JS: What? What’d he call his mama?

LDW: He done called his mama a………a liar

ABFD: WHAT? THAT OLD BOY DID THAT?

LDW: Yes sir

ABFD: JUSTIN! GET DRUNKEY AND DRUNKETTE! THAT OL BOY IS WORSE THAN GHOST SHARK DRACULAS! THAT OL BOY DONE INSULTED HIS MOMMA! WE GOTTA GO TRAIN! He really said that?

LDW: Every word

<Bill jumps on Drunkey and rides off still yelling>

ABFD: OH HELL NO! THAT AIN’T RIGHT! THAT BOY DONE MESSED WITH THE WRONG BILL! WE’S GONNA WHUP etc etc etc

<Justin hops on Drunkette and rides away, then comes back and looks at LD and Stank>

JS: Can I……

<without a word, they both hand him five bucks. He turns around whooping and hollering and rides off leaving Ellie May standing there shaking her head. After a few minutes Stank scratches his head>

Sta: They’re not coming back, are they?

EMFE: Nope

LDW: Well hell. I didn’t get the PCPL

EMFE: Just take what’s left, he won’t miss it. I gotta go before they get arrested. You know the likker laws in Iceland?

LDW: I don’t, but you know who does? Stanley

EMFE: Then I need to go see a duck

<Ellie walks away as LD picks up a jar of PCPL and inspects it>

Sta: This place never stops amazing me

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*DK Murphy is on the 2nd floor of Hvitan Perlan in Reykjavik Iceland, on the dance floor with a tall blond Icelandic woman, when he notices the ninja cameraman*

DKM: Whoa, I heard you guys followed us everywhere, but I didn't know you were this good!

*SFJ 96 walks in*

SFJ: Dominic Murphy, since I have your attention, do you think it's a good idea to be partying at this time?

DKM; If Gronk could party after the Super Bowl, I figure I could...

*The tall Icelandic blond woman grabs the SFJ by the hair and throws her out of sight*

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*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: So let me get this straight. My partner is Ghosthead, the winner of the Imperial Onslaught, and holder of the longest Onslaught Title reign in OOWF history. And were going against the so-called greatest tag-team of all time, a has-been, and a never-gonna-be. Yeah, real tough challenge there. And it’s about damn time that I actually get to tag with a guy like Ghosthead, someone who can actually be worthy to be my tag-team partner. A guy who knows how to get shit done, and isn’t afraid to break the rules in order to get what he wants. A guy who I should have added into the New Guard.

I won this last year, and I’m planning on winning it yet again. Except this time, I’ve got a partner that I don’t have to carry to a victory or relevancy.

You know what? I’m not even gonna dignify talking about those pathetic excuses for wrestlers anymore. None of them can touch me or Ghosthead in terms of talent, so trying to talk down to them is just a waste of my very precious time. The Death Knell and myself will get my message across in the ring. I’ll get one more step closer to wrestling immortality, and there’s not a damn thing that any of you can do about it.

*fade to black*

[wyattcox]

Inside, Firewoman is SITTING~! staring at the wall. Time passes. She sighs and then BLINCy pulls back and we see she's on a Hoverround, her knee in a brace. She rolls into the kitchen, where Auntie Robin Moreland and Rose Quinn are doing things.

FW: What are you doing?

RQ: Things.

RM: How's the Hoverround? Davin thought you would like it.

FW: I hate it. When is my next physical therapy?

RM: Lisa, you need to not push it.

RQ: Here, dear, I've made you lunch.

Firewoman hovers over to the table, sulking, and Rose sits down lunch. Fire looks at it.

FW: What is this?

RQ: It's your favorite! Grilled ham and cheese.

FW: Ma...

RQ: What, is it not right? I cut the crusts off, just like when you were--

FW: When I was six. I don't eat...is this...Wonder bread?

RQ: Yes, you love--

FW: And...Fire picks at the sandwich...is this American cheese?

RQ: You always wanted two slices, but we couldn't afford it, but...well, now we can so....there you go!

Rose beams at Fire who just looks at the sandwich and then at Rose, then at Robin who sort of nods as if she gets it. Fire looks back at the sandwich, and then back up at her aunt and mother.

FW: It's...it's great, ma....I'm going to ... um...go eat it in here.

RQ: Oh, good, I'm so glad!!

Rose goes back to clean things up, Robin following behind, mostly sighing. Fire rolls out and into the other room, where she takes the plate from her lap and throws the sandwich into the trash. She contemplates throwing the plate against the wall, but stretching her arm back causes intense pain to her ribs, so she decides against it. She goes over to the computer, fires up Skype, and scrolls through a bunch of contacts who are all off line. Finally she sees one and clicks on it.

Stank: Woman, why are you not recuperating?

FW: I am. Recuperating is boring.

S: Well, sit there and do it.

FW: Cool pain meds though.

S: I remember...how's the knee?

FW: This close to an ACL problem, but not enough. Not hurt bad enough to be a long-term gimmick.

Kayfabe comes out of nowhere and throws a vase at Fire. Fire ducks.

FW: I mean, not bad enough for long term difficulties.

S: Well, that's good.

FW: Ribs are a different story. But good news...all the cuts on my forehead, and the stitches...you can barely see...that other scar.

S: Good, I'll feel less like ripping Alex's skin off every time I see you then.

FW: Lucas.....

S: Sorry, you know how I feel. I'm with your brother on this.

FW: I know...speaking of brothers....nice ending to the IO. I'm surprised he's still walking.

S: The night is young. Besides....he's ...I dunno, he's obsessed with... look, what did you want?

FW: Nothing...just...bored....

S: Well, take care of yourself. LD and the duck are not nearly as much fun to have coffee with.

FW: Doing my best...I just....

S: I know. It sucks. Just don't be your usual self. Listen to your doctors, and LD's momma.

FW: I will.....see ya, Lucas.

S: Later, sis.

Stank's window closes, and Fire shuts the laptop. She goes back to staring at the walls.

[wyattcox]

(It's Sunday evening in Reykjavik, and all is quiet in the American Sunrise suite. Wyatt is on the phone with Mary Lou, Kate and Edra are going over videos of their respective opponents, and Clio and Mai are talking in the bedroom.)

Clio: But how could First Thessolonians have been written in Corinth when it addresses events after Paul traveled to Athens?

Mai: We don't know that for sure, Clio. The time factors are in serious question. Time...what time is it?

Clio: Five minutes after you asked the last time. Why are you so nervous tonight?

Mai: Stan's been gone a week and he hasn't tried to get in touch with me. Not one email, nothing.

Clio: Mai, I've spent the last week trying to prove that we're sorry about what happened, how it was a huge misunderstanding. You have been so accepting of our apologies, so forgiving. Stan, well, not so much. He emailed Dad and threatened him about what we were trying to do. But not a word to you. Doesn't that....say something to you about Stan?

Mai: I just...I want to hear from him, that he's alright.

Clio: Mai, think about what Stan said. He thought he was a roadblock, an obstacle to your success here. Now I'm not going to say whether he's right or wrong, but if someone thinks they're getting in your way, why would they keep putting themselves in your way? Stan's going to basically keep away but keep an eye on you to make sure you're safe.

Mai: But I need him.

Clio: We all need other people. But Stan has, well, he's decided he shouldn't be here with you. And for all his bluster about how bad, how evil we were, who stepped up to help you after he left?

Mai: You did. But Stan...

Clio: Stan isn't here, Stan isn't going to be here. We are, I am. Mai, I feel closer to you than my own sister. I....

Mai: No, don't say that...

Clio: You know why Edra and I came here. Not just for the competition. To be with real women. Like your trust buddy Fire, like Alexis, and...well...

Mai: Me?

Clio: You've had to be in your brothers shadow, then Stan's shadow. With Edra, Kate, and me, you can be Mai Muyo, the strong, beautiful woman that you are.

Mai: You...you called me beautiful. No one ever said that to me.

Clio: You are. Beautiful, exotic, strong, and able to be whatever you want to be.

(Clio walks over to the dressing table and takes a hairbrush, walks behind Mai, undoes her ponytails, and begins brushing her hair.)

Clio: I wish I had the confidence to grow my hair out like this. It looks so...

Mai: You, not confident? You seem full of confidence.

Clio: Well, I was letting my hair grow out and it was really nice until...well...Steven...

Mai: In Lawrence? Oh, Clio.

Clio: He changed me, Mai. I was always so strong, but that night made me question a lot of things. I need someone strong in my life. Someone to be there for me like I can be there for them. But it's just been the three of us for so long I never thought I could...

(A long silence follows, while Clio just keeps brushing Mai's hair. Mai takes Clio's hand and just holds it.)

Mai: “Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead...” Philippians 3:13.

(Clio sits down next to Mai on the bed)

Clio: Don't you think that's advice we both need to take? Look away from the past and throw ourselves into our matches this week?

Mai: Kate is good, but Stan...

Clio: ...isn't here. Trust Kate. She's good, she's already taught so much to Edra and I, reenforcing what we learned from the Darlings. She's already become a part of this family. Like you are. Finally.

(Mai and Clio hold each other in a tender embrace as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

*Ghosthead, sans makeup, is wearing dark shades, a gray trimmed black parka, black jeans, and black boots. He stands silently before this building.*



*Chris Evans, who is similarly dressed, but in red and black themed colors, walks up and stands beside the Death Knell.*

CE - A church?

*Ghosthead continues to admire the building and does not turn to address Evans.*

Ghost - The veil is thin here.

CE - It is cold as shit. I don't know why you dragged me out here. I'm not a particularly religious man.

Ghost - First I did not "drag" you out here. You insisted on coming.

CE - I just want to make sure you and I are on the same page for the tournament. You're one of the few people on the roster I find worthy of my attention.

Ghost - More likely you are trying to gauge my interest in invoking my right to challenge you for the OOWF World Title.

CE - THAT'S not it at all. You want to come after me? I'd relish beating you in order to further cement my legacy, but NOT until AFTER we win the Tag Team Invitational.

Ghost - Silence... Someone approaches.

*A priest walks out the front door and makes his way slowly toward where Ghosthead and Chris stand. As he nears, a chill rolls down Chris Evans spine, the kind of chill Chris knows is not from the weather. The priest's skin tone is practically non-existent which is in striking contrast to his black hair and goatee. In one hand he clutches a book to his chest which Evans assumes is a bible. The priest's other hand is concealed inside the pocket of his long black coat. The priest stops short, standing a few paces away in silence for several heartbeats*

Ghost - Speak pastor.

*Something about the priest is creeping Chris Evans out, but he refuses to turn and flee, determined not to look weak in front of Ghosthead. The priest speaks with a thick Icelandic accent.*

Priest - Who is your companion?

Ghost - He is of no consequence.

CE - HEY!??

Ghost - Be silent or leave Evans.

CE - I'm not leaving. You and I still have business to discuss.

Ghost - Then you will wait until I have concluded my business here. You will do so in silence.

*Chris looks like he is about to retort, but the he senses the mood has turned not in his favor and decides to comply with Ghosthead's request, with a nod. The priest observes the exchange between Ghosthead and Chris Evans in complete apathy.*

Ghost - I was led here.

Priest - As was I.

Ghost - Tell me.

Priest - Three days ago I had a dream. You know the dream I speak of.

Ghost - I do.

Priest - I have not been... the same since.

Ghost - I suspect you have not been the same for a lot longer than that.

Priest -

Ghost -

Priest - You're the antisaint.

*Ghosthead's eyes narrow.*

Ghost - I am no such thing. I am one who skims the tides of this world. You look at me and call me antisaint? What you see is a mere reflection of the tide. Would it surprise you to know that death is God's will? Death is transformation. It is change. God uses it as such and I believe in it. Which do you think between the two of us is the greater saint?

Priest - How dare you question my faith.

*The priest removes his hand from his pocket and tosses an object the short distance between Ghosthead and himself. Ghost catches it in one hand and inspects the item. It is an odd looking pendant.*



Priest - Blood Moon rises. Take that cursed thing and begone.

CE - No.. way. That's the phrase you-

*Ghosthead gives Chris a hard look. Chris throws his hands up in surrender and pulls an imaginary zipper across his lips.*

Ghost - I would know how this came into your possession before before we leave, pastor.

Priest - ...

Ghost -

Priest - ... .. There is a... cult.. based at the foot of Eyjafjallajökull.

CE - Eye Jah ja- what?

*Without looking, Ghosthead reaches out and grabs a handful of Chris Evans parka near the champion's shoulder. Evans knocks Ghosthead's hand loose and takes a step back.*

CE - Alright! I'm shutting up.

Priest - The large volcano north of here. My... sister... is a member of this cult. She is a pagan priestess of Mani. Do you know of the Mani? They fancy themselves as warriors.

Ghost - I do not.

Priest - I did not think you would. My sister.. she was at my doorstep this morning and told me she had... .. the dream. She gave me that pendant and said I was to give it to the dark skinned man with hair of white. Then she left. It was the first time she had spoken to me in 10 years.

Ghost -

Priest - Are we done?

Ghost - Yes

Priest - Then I would thank you to leave.

*Ghosthead without further word pockets the pendant, turns and begins the long walk back toward the arena. Chris Evans turns to follow, but is startled to find himself suddenly in the grip of the priest. Chris despite himself screams out in terror. The man's face is so close to the OOWF Champion's that Chris can smell alcohol on the priest's breath. The man's eyes are dark and bloodshot, his skin translucent. Chris can see the priest's veins pulsate with each heartbeat.*

CE - AHHH!

Priest - I would be careful of the company you keep. That man just might mean the end of you.

CE - Get your hands off of me, you creepy bastard!

*The priest releases Chris and steps back a few paces, pointing at Evans.*

Priest - Heed my words, boy.

CE - Heed mine asshole! Don't ever touch me again!

*Chris turns and trots over to catch up with Ghosthead. He falls in step next to The Death Knell.*

CE - Geez, that was quite the performance between you two.

Ghost - Performance?

CE - Yeah... all that scary talk about death, cults, and that blood moon shit. That creepy pendant and all. It makes for good entertainment, especially around this Halloween season... but if I could be serious for a moment... you and I are clearly the best two wrestlers in the OOWF. You and I as a team? Are you kidding? The two of us together are unSTOPPABLE! I see no reason we shouldn't clean up in the Invitational. I won it last year, you know?

Ghost - .. ...

CE - Ghost? Ghost are you listening?

Ghost - My ears function perfectly.

CE - Good... then hear this. As long... as you follow my lead... nothing can go wrong. Okay? Are we clear?

Ghost - Crystal.

CE - THAT'S what I like to hear. I KNEW I liked you for a reason. Greatness recognizes talent and you've got talent for days my friend. If those idiots who used to run with me had HALF the talent you do, or even a TENTH of my ability... The New Guard would STILL be on top. Oh well... no use in crying over spilled milk. You and I are moving on to greater things.

Ghost - Truer words... were never spoken.

FADE

[wyattcox]

*Fade in to Hamborgarafabrikkan , which may as well be "Buffalo Wild Wings" or something from the looks of it. We see one large table near the back with an eclectic mix of OOWF employees. Davin's there (obviously, because I'm writing the promo), along with Mickie in a high chair. Sitting next to him on one side are the Darling siblings (and before anyone talks, we see Samantha tap Alexander on his far shoulder behind his back. He turns to face Lexie, and Sam steals some fries). Moonbeam is also there, seemingly in an intense conversation with Stanley the Duck. I know. LD Williams and Stank are also there, drinking and talking. Chad and Zane from Texpress appear very happy to not be eating pickled fish or whatever, and Zane is on the phone with Bridgette. Also there is Mai Muyo, who appears to be her normal super-happy self - probably because someone remembers she's alive. There's also an empty chair...and Fall River's Own Angelo Barros.*

S: So Davin, how in the blue *looks over to Mickie and Mai* heck did you ever find this place?

LDW: This is much better than pickled herring or whatever.

DM: *takes a bite of food* I'm worldly.

SM: *pipes up* In other words, Alex suggested it.

AD: *smiles broadly and raises his glass mockingly toward Davin* You're welcome.

DM: Thanks a- *gets glared at by Sam*...bumhole.

*This elicits giggles from the entire table*

DM: Also, it had a kids menu, that didn't, you know, have pickled herring on it.

MM: I'M A KID!

*This gets awwws and laughs from the table, except for Davin, who simply sighs and shakes his head*

DM: You always have to be the center of attention, don't you?

MM: THENTER OF ATTENTHION!

DM: Yes, yes, we all know how adorable you are. Why don't you dial it back a notch?

*Everyone suddenly glares at Davin*

DM: What?

SFJ420: Dude, you're like, totally jealous of your own kid, man. There's lots of, uh, like, spotlight...to go around.

DM: Oh, that is SO not true.

Mai: *quietly* Well, it's a little true. Pride and Envy are mortal sins after all.

*This draws more laughs. Davin does not appear quite as amused. At the same time, Mickie is laughing her head off...probably because everyone else is*

DM: I'm just trying to teach her a bit of moderation. Is that so wrong?

CM: You can't moderate her, even if it is for legitimate reasons. She doesn't have an "off" switch.

ZM: Sorta like her Daddy.

*More laughing. Samantha, in particular, thinks this line of discussion is hysterical.*

DM: *trying to change the subject* Anyone seen that DK Murphy guy? I had one of the interns invite him for me. Anyone have his number?

*Everyone shakes their head no*

DM: Well...I hope he shows up. He IS my tag partner this week after all. You two *points at Chad and Zane* are so frickin' lucky. You never have to worry about teaming with "new guy".

CM: You could always stop abandoning your tag partner.

*This draws a glare from Alexis*

ZM: Or stay in a team for more than one match at a time.

*This draws a glare from Stank*

DM: When did this become sh...er...poop on Davin day?

MM: POOP! HAHAHAHAAHHA!

*Everyone laughs, even Davin chuckles a little*

DM: Well, regardless, I hope he shows up. He needs to hang out with the cool kids. Plus he likes Gronk. Or at least, knows who Gronk is. So he can't be all bad.

MM: GWONK!

DM: Yes honey. Gronk. You remember when you played with Gronk?

MM: *smiles big* Yup! We pwayed bwocks...and we cowored...

DM: And you taught him how to spell your name...

MM: *shakes her head yes, in over-the-top style*

DM: And you taught him how to spell his name....

MM: Yup! Ah - Oh - B. Wob!

SM: Sweetie, did you help him spell his last name?

MM: I twied, mama. But he said Gwonkowski was too hahhd. Dat's why he call himself Eight Seven.

DM: But what's the important lesson?

MM: *clears her throat and tries to look dignified...as much as a toddler can with Honey Mustard sauce all over her face* The important lesson is. Gwonk doesn't need to speww his name. He just needs to bwock, catch and wun. He aweady took a hometown discount.

DM: *ruffles her hair* Very good. Now finish your chicken.

LDW: *in disbelief* Did that really happen?

DM: What?

LDW: Did Rob Gronkowski really play blocks with Mickie?

DM: Well, Mickie sorta played blocks and colored with Gronk. Gronk, he means well and he tries hard but...

FROAB: He's what we like to call a "wicked meathead".

DM: That's right. Some people just aren't meant to do things like...carry on conversations.

FROAB: I just wish this place had linguica.

*fade*

[wyattcox]

Mai is smiling, clearly enjoying the fact that someone besides me remembered her and that she’s not being smothered by Edra and, especially, Clio. Her phone buzzes and she gets it out. It’s a text from Stan Fulton. Mai’s face brightens even more.

Text: “Go get ‘em this week, kid. I’m watching. Been hectic wk at HQ. Martha sez hi. Talkin to lawyers about reinstatement. God bless you.”

Mai: “Clio was so wrong about Stan forgetting. I wonder about what else she’s wrong.”

Mai goes back to coloring in a kids menu and holds it up for Mickie to compare. Mickie’s might be better...

FADE

[wyattcox]

Cut to Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister standing in front of an OOWF promo banner. Jaime holding a mic as Folz tries to compose himself.

JM: Matt, this week is the first round of the OOWF tag team invitational. You're teaming with Rabbit Mask to face Power and Glory and Banned From Everywhere. What are your thoughts heading into that match?

MF: 18 point lead at halftime and got the second half kickoff, how the hell did we not step on their throat and finish the job? What the FUCK happened to the offense we had last year? Last year we win that game by 30.

JM (Sighing, having heard this all Sunday night): Uh, hon? Focus, promoing here.

MF: Right, right, sorry. My comment is that I don't give a shit about my match tomorrow or this tag tournament in general.

JM: What?

MF: I have to waste my time teaming with a man whom I barely pay any attention to and know very little about to win a meaningless tag tournament? No, thank you. I won't half ass it, I will give full effort, because Selena has threatened to suspend any wrestler who dosen't. But I couldn't care less if we advance or not. I'm more focused on my quest to become world champion. In a way, it's almost like I'm teaming with Chris again.

JM: How so?

MF: Chris and I have the same goal: To keep him World Champion. See, I'm the one who's going to take that Championship off him, and until I earn a title shot I will keep attacking every number one contender. I realize people might have a problem with this, feel free to stop me if you can.

JM: Why is it so important to you that you win the title specifically from Chris Evans? Wouldn't you get the same satisfaction beating Ghosthead, Stank or any other of the numerous worthy contenders?

MF: Obviously winning the most prestigious title in the wrestling industry would be satisfying no matter whom I beat for it. But, after all the shit he's talked lately, the satisfaction of ending his long title reign and shutting him up for a while would be off the charts. So you think I'm an idiot who has not even a tenth of your ability huh Chris? Well what are you going to say when the day comes we get face to face in the ring and I beat you straight up for that title? And make no mistake, that day is eventually coming. Will you give me credit when I make you scream and tap out? I was a better wrestler than you before we were allies, I was a better wrestler than you while we were allies, and I'm STILL a better wrestler than you.

Fade

[wyattcox]

We come up in the Destroyatorium, were we see Dashing Victor Deniro sitting alone. He is holding his smart phone, and we come over the shoulder to read the text.

Text: Hope you enjoy your pickled herring.

Vic laughs and types back: Sorry babe, business before pleasure.

A moment passes, then a return text appears.

Text: Offer still stands.

Vic goes to put down the phone when he it vibrates in his hand. He looks at the screen.

Text: And don't call me babe.

Vic just chuckles and lays the phone down. A few moments pass, when the sound of the door opening can be heard. Vic lifts up his head, and we see A'isha al-Takriti enter. She casually scans the bar as she saunters over to sit across from Victor.

Aisha: No Daniel this evening?

DVD: He is taking the girls to enjoy a meal with the rest of their family tonight. I notice Kai is not with you.

Aisha: He is his own man, or do you believe him to merely be my lapdog?

DVD: I'm not sure what I believe about him anymore, there is after all quite a bit of history between us.

Aisha: (leaning in close, smiling amused) If you have a problem with Kai Victor, you should talk with him yourself.

DVD: In time, for now, I'm speaking with you.

Aisha: (leans back still smiling) No babe for me?

DVD: (eyes narrowing a little) Now you are just trying to get a rise out of me.

A'isha simply smirks.

DVD: Look we are teaming together for the invitational so I just need to know, that at least for the duration, that you two will have our back.

The smile leaves A'ishas face, and she is starting to look a wee bit annoyed.

Aisha: Daniel is the Intercontinental champ, and Kai holds the Onslaught. Neither is unfamiliar with working in a team, and neither has a reason to take arms against the other. What has happened in the past, is just that Victor. The Past.

Vic sits back, but he does not look completely convinced.

Aisha: The Kai has decided to leave the tag division behind to focus on his solo career, but do not fear, he will give the invitational his all.

A'isha stands up and turns to leave.

DVD: I can't afford not to worry.

A'isha stops and turns back to Victor.

Aisha: Perhaps you worry too much.

With that A'isha leaves, and the camera picks up Victor mumbling under his breath.

DVD: I'm not sure I worry enough.

FADE

[wyattcox]

Alexis looks at her texts and smiles. Alexander looks at her a bit sideways.

AD: What's that?

LD: Uh, it's....FIRE! Calling me.

She hits a few buttons. We get a split screen.

LD: Hey, Fire, what a surprise. Why are you calling?

FW: I didn't call--

LD: We are having a blast at this restaurant Davin found.

FW: I know...I saw....

LD: So how's things.

FW: Things are shitty, Lex...I can't walk, I can't breathe without sharp pain, I can't do my job, there's no one here to talk to.

LD: You have like three moms there.

FW: LD's momma is busy checking the perimeter and scaring the yakuza for fun. Robin is running intereference between Rose and I, and Rose...Rose is tapping into her remaining brain cells for things that made me feel better when I was sick as a child. I swear if I have to eat mashed up eggie one more day...

LD: ....Mashed up eggy?

FW: Poached eggs.

LD: Uh huh.

FW: She mashes them up with a fork.

LD: Uh huh.

FW: Never speak of it again.

LD: Mashed. Up. Eggie.

FW: What do you want?

LD: You sounded down earlier....

FW: It's the drugs. Or something. Look, go have fun with the family....

LD: Do you want to talk to Alex?

FW: Y.....no...I'll just talk to him later. I don't want to intrude.

LD: When do you think you'll be back?

FW: I dunno....I'm healing okay, I'm just....

Suddenly, there's a commotion and we get full screen at the restaurant. Mickie has apparently seen the lobster tank, and, more importantly, decided they need to be liberated.

LD: Oh geez, I have to go, Fire...Mickie's freeing the lobsters.

FW: That's my girl.

Alexis hangs up and we see her trying to help Sam and Davin corral Mickie.

[wyattcox]

~~~ Cut to OOWF catering, earlier that morning. It is breakfast time, so the majority of the roster is there or heading there. The camera pans over to where Alexander Darling is in line for a bagel. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Comrade Sharkoff bursts through the doors and hits Darling with a Chain-Assisted SICKLE! Alex goes down with a thud. Sharkoff storms right back out the doors, where he spots Danny Taylor lying on the ground, Ricky Soaring Eagle standing over him, holding his tire iron. RSE & CS stare at each other, then head their separate ways. ~~~

[wyattcox]

Kai is on his cell phone. He's talking to A'isha al-Takriti.

K: Really? He's worried about the Kai? Yes, the Kai and his bruddah jumped them and beat them down, but that was like two years ago! Noelani broke his nose, I know, but all she's gonna break anytime soon is her water.

Okay, the Kai will do it.

Yes.

Okay.

Girl you need some sausage

Hello?

Kai looks at his screen and grins. He then looks to the camera.

K: Danny Boy!

Kai then goes into a heart warming rendition of "Danny Boy."

K: Danny Boy, you and the Kai go back, way back. Two whole years. You and the Kai went to battle. Now, you and the Kai go into battle side by side. Like brothers.

Now you may not be the Kai's bruddah. That spot is taken by the one the only Aina himself, but for this week and into the future of this tournament, you will feel the very large void Aina has left by the Kai's side.

So, Danny Boy, you and the Kai need to hang, brah. You bring that little dog of yours and that winning smile. You'll be the Kai's wingman. Chicks dig you. And you don't talk yap yap yap the Kai's ear off. The Kai likes that.

No, Danny Boy, or even you Vic, ya little weasel, you don't have to worry about the Kai, no no no. It's Ricky Soar Buttocks and Dances with Reindeer that have to worry. The Kai is gonan take their lack of future, turn that sumbitch sideways and stick it STRAIGHT UP! THEIR CANDY ASSES!

Darlings. The two of you and the Kai go way back, even further. And the Kai has already shoved something up Alexis' candy ass. Sweet sweet candy ass. But right now, the two of you are across the ring from the Kai. You both know that's not a good place to be. So be ready. There is no mercy in that ring. Not even for Ohana.

...

...

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

[wyattcox]

*Chris Evans Locker Room*

Chris Evans has returned from his journey with Ghosthead and looks both mildly annoyed yet somewhat worried as well. He quickly shakes it off as he enters his palatial world champion worthy locker room. He flicks the light switch but nothing happens. He tries it a few more times but the room remains in total darkness and Evans not being the stupidest person in the OOWF doesn't move any further into the room. He even takes a step back when he hears the unmistakable growl of something and then wings flapping. Suddenly a light is turned on near the back of the room and illuminated is one Alexander Darling.

CE: Who do you think...*growl*

Evans finally looks to Alexander's right and notices this next to the chair Alexander is sitting on

Alexander: Easy Stark...we're just here to chat with the champ.

Evans backs up another step...

CE: Are you psychotic...wait, don't answer that, I know who you married. Of course you are.

Alexander: Brash, cocky, arrogant...ahhh, the good old days. I remember what it was like to be you Boy.

CE: I'm not you Alex. Calling me Boy doesn't effect me like it does other people. Nor would I allow myself to allow a woman to wear the pants in any relationship with me.

Alexander: Evans...I'm going to explain something to you and I'll say it so the rest of the company remembers it. Sharkoff attacked me with a chain because he considers me weak. You consider me weak. And I know others around here think I've lost my edge. They forget just what I'm capable of. I had been hoping that what happened at Hell on Earth when my sister and I left our two opponents lying in a pool of blood would be enough of a refresher, but I guess not.

CE: Get to the fucking point has-been. I know it's been a long time, but World Champions have obligations as you may remember. I don't have time to listen to your crap.

Alexander: So young, so naive...got the world in your hand and think you can take on everyone. Here's the lesson Christopher, Alexis and I...we're going to win this Tag Team Invitational. Then I'm going to prove once and for all who the best wrestler in this company ever truly is.

CE: Step up Alex, I'm not afraid of you.

Alexander: Oh...you're so precious that you think I'm talking about you. No, that's a battle that I'll be having with LD Williams at some point in the near future. But you Chris...you have something I've held longer than any person in this company's history and when I feel like coming for it, well..

CE: I don't care that you're Alexander fucking Darling and I'm not. Because what I am is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and you, well...

Alexander: STARK...

The wolf jumps from it's seated position and damn near flies across the room and almost seems to hover in mid-air before dropping down in front of Chris Evans. Alexander rises from the chair and begins to walk out and from the darkness behind Alex, a raven flies and lands on Alexander's shoulder.

Alexander: Good boys. Chris, you're right. You are the champ. That's an enviable position to have and a tough one to keep. You've done well so far, but the day is approaching and here, in the frigid country of Iceland, I'm reminded of a favorite saying of min. "Winter is coming" Chris and the game of champions is a tough one. I might just be ready to toss my hat back into that game. Namaste Champ.

Evans stares at the retreating back of Alexander Darling, his pet raven, and the large direwolf staring back at him before we...

*Fade*