Midweek Mayhem(10/24) Live from Jakobstad, Finland

[wyattcox]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
October 24th, 2012
Live from Jakobstad, Finland

Tag Team Invitational Semifinals[/u]
Texpress vs. LD Williams & Stank
Banned from Everywhere vs. Power & Glory

Chris Evans vs. Davin Moreland - Non-title Street Fight
DK Murphy vs. Mai Muyo - #1 Contender Intercontinental Title Match
Rabbit Mask vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle - #1 Contender Onslaught Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Alexander Darling vs. Danny Taylor vs. Kai vs. Matt Folz - Five Way Freestyle (No tags necessary, 1 fall)
Alexis Darling vs. Comrade Sharkoff


Card subject to Isaac, Abraham, Cain and Abel.

[wyattcox]

GM Selena is at her desk after the show. She's reading what look like contracts. One of her many lawyers is with her. She slams one of the contracts on her desk.

GMSa-T: STUPID!

She slams it down and reads another.

GMSa-T: STUPID!

She slams it down and reads another.

GMSa-T: STUPID!

She slams it down and reads another.

GMSa-T: STUPID!

She slams it down and reads another.

GMSa-T: BINGO! Come on law dude!

They leave the office and cameras follow. As they weave through the hallways, Selena occasionally knocks things over. She's pissed. D'uh.

She finall gets to the Power & Glory locker room. She doesn't knock, just opens the door. Inside Power, Glory, and Kate Bannister are celebrating. Wyatt Cox immediately approaches Selena.

WC: Mrs. al-Takriti, it's always a...

Selena slaps the paper she was carrying on Wyatt's chest and heads straight to Kate. They stare each other down for a moment before Selena speaks.

GMSa-T: You think you're smart, huh?

KB: Actually, I...

GMSa-T: HEY! Moron! What part of probationary contract did you not understand? This isn't WCW. That kinda garbage doesn't fly here. Pack your crap and get out of my arena.

KB: But...

GMSa-T: And don't let the door hit you on your fat ass on the way out!

Selena starts to storm out. As she passes Wyatt, he tries to grab her arm.

WC: Mrs. al-Takriti!

Selena snaps her arm away.

GMSa-T: Don't touch me old dude! You got issues with this? Talk to the law dude. Kate was just the start. I'm tired of this bull crap and heads...will...roll.

Selena glares into the camera as she leaves. Wyatt's girls just look back and forth sadly as we...

*fade*

[wyattcox]

Rabbit Mask is irate, throwing his fists through every available surface, backstage after his DQ loss to DK Murphy, to the point his hands are sporting crimson gloves. The head of lettuce he's holding in his left hand now resembles a Christmas ornament.

RM: I don't need hands; for these plans to exist, I prefer isolation, hiding fate in my fists. Stopped short of an ending, I'm sort of bored of pretending to care. Lord of offending; hare intending to lour impending despair. With Ricky soaring in air, I'll be the one to finish him off; diminish him, winning and sinning by skinning and tearing his dome from his jaw. Sitting on top of the law, self-defining anti-lack. Fear me, lettuce, hear me when I break your fucking back in half.

Rabbit Mask then delivers a short-arm lariat to the head of lettuce before dropping it on its head. He tears off a leaf and chews the blood-soaked shrubbery into nonexistence as we fade to black.

[wyattcox]

*Davin walks by the GM's office and peers at the lineup. He smiles broadly, and takes a piece of rebar out of his pocket*

DM: Chris...can I call you Chris? No? What about bed-wetting douchebag? Bed-wetting Douchebag, this Wednesday? You can try to run away but...*taps the rebar against his hand, and then looks around*...all this shit is legal. If you're lucky, I'll get bored in a non-title match like the old days.

DM: You asked for this fight with your actions at Mayhem. You're begging me for it. You're saying "Please Davin, let me fight you, so I can prove to everyone that I'm not the Paper Transitional Champion that you say I am! Please, Mr. Davin! Sir!"

DM: *twirls the rebar* Bedwetting Douchebag? Show up.

*fade*

[wyattcox]

(Wyatt, Kate, Edra, and Clio are in the airport lounge in Sweden waiting for the flight to Finland.)

Wyatt: OK, before we go, I have some paperwork for the girls to sign. Just routine.

(Wyatt points to the places to sign, and Edra and Clio sign. After they sign he hands them a packet)

Wyatt: OK, then, here's copies of the documents you signed, along with your passports, your OOWF contact, and other relevant items.

Edra: But dad, you handle all that.

Wyatt: Not any more. I've terminated my relationship with the OOWF and with you two.

Clio: But you can't do that.

Wyatt: Oh I didn't. You did. You just signed waivers releasing me from the contract as your manager. You also signed acknowledgments forfeiting 30% of each of your interests in the survivors trust to your stepmom-to-be and your new sibling. You also acknowledged that your allowances are now gone and your credit cards are canceled. You'll have to make do with whatever you get from a rookie OOWF contract. And the way you're behaving, Selena might not keep you on that long.

Edra: Dad, I had nothing....

Wyatt: You wanted this as much as she did. Now you've got it.

Clio: But what do we do?

Wyatt: Go play footsie with Mai – oh wait, you burned that bridge. Your friend Jack isn't around either...guess you better put that college education I paid for to good use. You're gonna need it.

Edra: But Dad, you promised Mom...

Wyatt: You're 24. Act like it. At your age I was getting beaten up four nights a week and twice on Sunday and if I was lucky I was clearing a hundred a week. You wanted to be here, you wanted to learn the family business, now you get it the hard way. Without me.

Clio: But Dad...

Wyatt: Your flight leaves in ten minutes. You better get out there. Come on Kate, we've got to get this stuff checked and cleared through customs. With luck we'll be out of here in two hours and on the mountain in a day or so.

Kate: Sorry Edra. Clio, time you learned that cheaters never prosper.

Clio: Go to hell.

Kate: Been there, thanks to your Aunt. Paybacks a bitch, though. Enjoy. Toodles.

(Wyatt and Kate leave a stunned pair of twins who look at each other)

Edra: What do we do now?

Clio: What we do best. Hurt people.

(The twins gather up their gear as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

<The OOWF flight has landed in Jakobstad, Clio and Edra arrive at the arena alone, clearly frazzled by their new travel situation. They drop their gear in a small, cold locker room. Clio heads to the shower area and turns the hot water on to warm up the room, and it just drips cold water. Clio is FURIOUS. She flies into a rage>

C: SOMEONE DIES FOR THIS! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

Edra: But Clio……

<Clio is not listening, she flies out of the room and heads down the hall, then stops and snarls and heads to the back door. She kicks the door open and bellows with rage and destroys a few things nearby. As she stands there wild-eyed and breathing heavily, she sees the glow of a cigar. Clio’s eyes narrow as she tries to see who it is. Just then the figure steps into the light, it is Moosehead Jack. Clio relaxes as he hobbles up to her>

Clio: What are you doing here?

MHJ: They can ban me from the OOWF, but they can’t ban me from Finland

Clio: So did you come here to rub it in too? <another flash of anger, Clio picks up a crate and slams it against the wall until it is just a pile of splinters>

MHJ: Just the opposite actually, I came here to congratulate you on the DDT Title win

Clio: <clearly annoyed> which no one has even TRIED to win back

MHJ: That’s a sign of respect. If they thought you were an easy target the whole roster would have already been after you. I am also here to congratulate you on what you did to Kate

Clio: she deserved it. I just wish dad could see that

MHJ: He won’t, and never will. That doesn’t matter though, you did what you felt you had to do. Let me ask you this, would you do it again?

Clio: <grinning an evil grin> in a second

MHJ: <smirking> good. Then come with me

Clio: Let me get Edra and……

MHJ: No, just you. Come on

<we cut to the inside of a dive that would make most dives look like the Ritz. Moose walks in and walks up to the bartender who looks like he has been in his fair share of battles. The man greets Moose warmly, Moose hands him something and he motions for Moose and Clio to go through a side door to the back. They go down a long dark hallway, then down some stairs to the basement, where there are a few hundred men standing around a cage watching two men beat the hell out of one another. The bigger man finishes off the smaller guy with a flurry of punches to the face, then stands over him victorious.>

MHJ: You ready?

Clio: I don’t know anything about this, I mean I……

<Moose turns and says something to the announcer>

MHJ: No rules. No consequences.

Announcer: <as a man steps into the ring> Our next fighter……..Vladoric………Phelps

<Clio’s eyes go wide, then narrow in rage. She flies into the cage before the announcer can even announce her and attacks Phelps. She pummels him with fists and knees and kicks. Money exchanges hands all around her. The fight is over in only a matter of minutes. Clio stands over a bloody, unconscious Phelps screaming for him to get up. The announcer raises her hand in victory and escorts her out of the cage. Clio is wired on adrenaline, wild-eyed again, and breathing heavily. She sees Moose>

Clio: THAT. WAS. AMAZING.

<Moose hands her a pile of money. Clio takes it and stares at him>

Clio: What’s this?

MHJ: Your winnings. You did well.

<they leave and as they are walking back to the hotel, they talk>

Clio: How did you……

MHJ: They are in damn near every town you go to, you just have to know where to look. Just remember this, never stay long. If you go on a winning streak and make the locals look stupid, you are severely out numbered and bad things WILL happen. Win, collect a few bucks and leave. It’s a good way to make some cash, but know when to call it a night

Clio: But how did you…..

<Moose just looks at Clio>

Clio: Oh……right

<they get back to the arena and stop outside>

MHJ: Tell Edra to get ready, I’ll wait out here. No sense in getting the Darlings worked up. Beside, I am still not ready for much of a fight.

Clio: How long are you going to be here?

MHJ: Not long, I am headed to Japan to talk money with NJPW. I’ll be cleared in a few weeks, might as well work

<Clio nods and leaves and gets back to the locker room where Edra is sitting looking worried. As Clio comes in Edra jumps up>

Edra: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN I HAVE BEEN……….YOU’RE BLOODY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

<Clio doesn’t say anything, she just walks up to Edra and gives her a great big hug, then hands her the money>

Edra: Where did you?

Clio: Don’t worry about it. Now come on, get ready, someone is waiting for us outside

Edra: Clio, we just got here, and we should train and……

Clio: Trust me

<Edra catches this and just grins>

Edra: Let’s go!

[wyattcox]

~~~ Chad Madison stands beside yet another Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist ~~~

RNSFJ: before we get started, Where is your partner?

Chad: He's meeting Bridgette's ship. She's joining us for the rest of this part of the tour.

RNSFJ: That'll be nice for him.

Chad: And me. He's craaaaaaanky.

RNSFJ: So.. you have advanced to the semi finals of the Tag Team Invitational.

Chad: Yes we have. Winning this tournament is one of the few things in the OOWF we've never accomplished.

RNSFJ: Well, your road to that end runs right into LD Williams and Stank

Chad: OF course it does. (Turns to face the camera) Listen, LD, Lucas, everyone knows that you two are the two most decorated wrestlers in this company's history. 29 championships, 5 World Championships, 13 Tag Team Championships, Grand Slams, Six Packs, you name it.

The thing is, look at that list one more time. Who are the next two people on it? Chad Madison, Zane Myers. And while LD and Stank wrestle in every division and compete for every championship, All Zane and I do is tag team. I've had Relationships longer than our forays into singles competition. This is what we do. This is who we Are.

So no catchphrases, no threats, no hitting you so hard. Wednesday night, Texpress will come out to that ring and it doesn't matter who is on the other side. Whether it is the 2 best wrestlers in the company, or two of the Job Squad, we Will take one more step to filling that spot on the shelf.

[wyattcox]

*Darling Locker Room*

A somber mood permeates the locker room as Alexis stands behind the bar slowly stirring her Scotch while Alexander, wearing the Boardwalk Saints hoodie, leans back on the couch with ice packs on both knees. Alexis walks over to the couches and takes a seat opposite her brother and slides a paper across to him. Alex picks up the paper and looks down at it and we see that it's the lineup for next week. There's an almost inaudible growl from Alex as he scans down the page and notices that they're in singles competition next week. He crumples up the paper and tosses it away.

Alexander: This isn't over.

Alexis: Just an obstacle in our path.

Alexander: Mock my words all you want gentlemen, but the truth is there.

Alexis: You beat us this week, but we've only just started.

Alexander: Blame me for starting us down this path, but you are the ones who have failed.

Alexis: This week is a momentary journey off the path, but the mission lives on.

Alexander: That mission is very simple. To show people the error of their relationships with the conviction of ours.

Alexis: And then it continues to cement the name Darling. Both Alexander and Alexis. For all of history.

Alexander: That is who we are.

Alexis: It is all we need to be.

Alexander: And the truth is, well...

Alexis: You're just not.

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

FADE in somewhere in Jakobstad. Sitting on a bench somewhere in the city is Mai Muyo. And she's crying. Her phone rings and since it's an Apple iPhone 5 she's got Facetime and she answers it. We can see (somehow) both Mai and her caller.

MM: "Stan!"

SF: "Hey kiddo. You holding up okay?"

MM: "Yeah, I'm fine."

SF: "Lying's a sin, Mai."

MM: "No, I'm really not okay. Wyatt and his women really hurt me, Stan. Physically and emotionally. I trusted them."

SF: "I hate to say I told you so, but I did tell you not to trust any of them. The only thing I can say is that you'll learn from this. You've never been one to repeat a mistake. Take the pain, worth through it and move past it. The same way we did when we were a team."

MM: "Are you coming back, Stan? This tag team invitational would have been perfect for us."

SF: "No, it wouldn't. For whatever reason, we'd never win a title under the current regime. This had to happen. Now we analyze it, transition through it and move on. If I come back, I'll have to deal with your brother first."

MM: "I'll help."

SF: "No, Mai. I have to do this myself. I'd love to have you by my side, but Juni will just use you. If I do this alone, he'll have no excuse when I beat the Hell out of him."

MM: "So what do I do?"

SF: "You go win the Intercontinental Championship. Danny's tough, but you're a lot quicker. Work your way up the ladder until you get a match for the title. Never give up."

MM: (smiling a little bit) "OK. I will."

SF: "I'm calling Selena in the morning to get a face to face with Juni at the pay-per-view. I'll buy a ticket if I have to. We will have this out. In the ring. One on one. Then I move on. The OOWF needs to be saved. It's Sodom and Gomorrah all over again."

MM: "What?"

SF: "Did you see Selena and Poe making out on her desk? Thank God the camera faded out before we saw more. Disgusting. And Edra and Clio are wanton hussies. You have first hand experience of that."

Mai looks abashed.

MM: "I went to Confession this morning."

SF: "Good. I've got to get going. Tomorrow, Selena gets her fill of legal dudes."

MM: "Take care, Stan."

SF: "You too, small fry. Kick some butt on Wednesday."

MM: "I will."

SF: "G'night."

The call ends. Mai sighs as we FADE.

[wyattcox]

Firewoman is SITTING on the deck of her home, looking at the sliver of the new moon hanging low toward the west. The sounds of nature from the bayou can be heard, and Fire listens, smiling occasionally. An owl hoots nearby, and then a raven caws. From far in the distance, the sound of a coyote, or maybe even a wolf can be heard. A shadow falls near her.

FW: Have a seat.

Poe sits down and sees three glasses of whiskey poured.

P: Expecting company?

FW: *smiles* Had a feeling you were stopping by. Cheers?

Poe takes a glass, they clink.

P: Why the third?

FW: Didn't think you'd be the only one.

P: Selena is way too busy fixing the Power and Glory mess, dealing with traveling with the circus that is the OOWF, Banned from Everywhere being legitimately banned. Besides she doesn't like whiskey. Or didn't, before this job.....but...you didn't pour this for Selena did you?

Fire smiles.

FW: So I hear I'm "not crazed."

It is Poe's turn to smile.

P: I see no guards, no mothers...sent everyone home?

FW: Everyone except the traitor.

P: Who?

FW: Lucky.

P: Why is he--

FW: Stepping between me and Moose--

P: That makes him brave, not a traitor.

FW: That makes him stupid. Also, he tells Alex EVERYTHING about how I'm doing, what I'm doing that I'm not supposed to, what I'm not doing that I am supposed to.

P: Ahhhh.....

They sip their whiskeys. Poe eyes her suspiciously

P: Should you be mixing whiskey and--

FW: Heh, you mean again? Lucky assures me that he will keep an eye on me and make sure I don't do stupid things that end me up "under observation."

P: Good. You should put those days behind you, Lioness. They don't serve you anymore.

FW: Yeah....

Silence for a while, except for the singing of the frogs and night birds, and chirping of crickets.

FW: You know...I didn't ignore everything you tried to teach me. I never meditated before we met.

P: Oh?

FW: And I wouldn't have admitted this before...but...it does help calm things. I've had a lot of time alone here, and while that would normally drive my crazy...crazier....it's been....good, I think.

P: Well, I'm.....glad.

Silence. Frogs, crickets, nightbirds.

FW: So how did you know it was time?

P: Time for what?

FW: To retire. To hang it up.

P: *smirks a bit* Well, like I told you already it...

He stops, and looks seriously at Fire.

P: You can't be considering....

FW: *shrug* This is nice....being here. The spirits are SO close here, it's ... it's almost intoxicating in and of itself. And it's quiet. And peaceful. I don't think I've ever felt this peaceful except for in one of those Shinto shrines or when I was....um....in the misty place.

P: I can see how that would be seductive, Fire, but you have more to do.

FW: Like what? I'm the first female Grand Slam Six Pack Champion in OOWF History. There's no way to top that.

P: Of course there is.

FW: Yeah? What?

P: Well, I don't know, but if ANYONE will find a way to top that, it's you. Besides...there's Alex?

FW: Eh, Alex is fine. He's got Alexis to tag team with now, and--

P: I want you to look at me, and listen to me, Fire. They are a great tag team....but they are NOTHING like you and Alex together. In the ring or otherwise. There's no competition--

FW: Huh? I don't feel like its--

P: I know you don't, but I'm telling you. Just like I told you when I was here before. Growing together toward the sun.

Silence. Chirp. Hoot. Ribbit.

FW: It's just...I see him with Alexis...and......brothers and sisters, you know?

P: Is there no way you and Ket...I mean Jack....can ever--

FW: Don't know. Don't know if he wants to. Don't know if I want to. Besides, he's found a little sister replacement.

P: Ah, young Clio Neal....I recall that you and Moose would frequent cage fights after you joined OOWF, off camera.

FW: Yeah.....

P: You shouldn't be jealous.

FW: Psychopaths don't get jealous.

P: Uh huh....look, I know Alex AND Moose AND you better than the three of you know yourselves. I once used that to my advantage. Now I'm using it for yours. Alexis will never come close to replacing you in Alex's eyes. Neither Clio nor Selena will ever replace you as Moose's sister, even if Moose thinks they will.

FW: .....

Poe leans forward in his chair.

P: And you, Lioness....you have FAR MORE to do before you hang up the gloves.

Poe sits back in his seat, drinking. Fire drinks as well.

FW: That it?

P: No, I thought I'd wait and see who joins the party.

FADE[

[wyattcox]

(We see Wyatt Cox in a radio studio, with what appears to be a studio camera, not the typical INC. )

Good morning. In a few minutes I'll be doing my first American Sunrise program back at the mountain. It feels really good to be here. I needed to clear the air about a few things before I say farewell to the OOWF Universe.

First, to GM Selena, my profound apology as to how this went down. As you requested, our promotional arrangement with the OOWF has been terminated. However, it may please you to know that two much more lucrative projects have appeared on my desk here and we are following up on them. I have also terminated our arrangement for the OOWF to utilize UNWF footage, so both DVD's that are on sale in the OOWFShop are no longer authorized for sale. For what it's worth, Clio was freelancing in what she and Kate did. I knew nothing about any of it. Clio is smart, intelligent, but extremely petulant, and when things don't go her way, she still acts out. For that, I apologize. Still, I wish we'd had a chance to settle this, but you forced the issue. If you think Banned from Everywhere is going to continue to be a headache, wait until Clio goes on one of her rampages, and I'm not there to quell it. Still, I will sleep better at night, knowing I don't have to deal with it anymore.

Second, to Stan. The access codes to the mountain are unchanged and you can come here anytime you want. Kick my ass. You are welcome to, anytime. I know you won't believe it, but I had nothing to do with any of this. As I said, Clio, well, I probably spoiled her a bit too much. She was going her own way on this, Stan. I can't control her any more than you can control Mai. Mai will always do what she wants. The difference is, she'll move heaven and earth for you and for God. I respect her for that. To think that she believes that I had anything to do with that, well...Stan, if I had anything to do with that, would I have left my own flesh and blood out there to fend for themselves in that abomination that is the OOWF. Edra has nothing but respect for you and Mai. The course of events speaks for itself. Stan, do what you must. If extracting a pound of flesh from me will make you feel better, then go for it. I won't fight you.

To the OOWF Universe, I apologize. Things with the twins should never have gotten this far, but they did, and now there's no going back. I truly mean it when I say that I pray that God has mercy on all your souls, because Power and Glory will not.

Finally, the wedding will take place, in private, on the mountain, this weekend. No one from the OOWF is invited or welcome. That includes my two wayward daughters. Spend your time in the purgatory of your own choosing. Go find another fight club, a bar, something to waste those wonderful minds, those skilled bodies, those beautiful good looks...destroy the Cox side of your heritage. Become rampant machines of destruction. Become, once and for all, Neals.

But when it's all over and done, and your bodies are broken and your minds are addled from too many concussions and too much sedation, don't call me. You had your chances to do this right. This is tough love, and it's permanent and final.

Good luck, Power and Glory. You'll need it.

(Mary Lou comes into the studio and takes a seat, ready to do their radio program, and the scene fades...

...to a sleazy, dreary room in Jakobstad, Finland. Clio and Edra are watching OOWF TV on a small black and white TV. They see what their father has just said.)

Edra:[/i] You really did it this time. We're on our own.

Clio:[/i] Don't worry, I'll come up with something. Meanwhile, we've got Justin and Bill this week.

Edra:[/i] This should be a piece of cake.

Clio:[/i] Oh, it will be. One way or another, it will be.

(The twins eat whatever God-forsaken dinner they scrounged up from Catering as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

FADE in on the American Sunrise studios. It’s been a couple hours since the program ended for the day. Wyatt is relaxing in his office, occasionally doing some paper work. Mary Lou is off getting those last minute wedding things done (don’t ask me what they are; I got married on a bridge).

The door opens and Wyatt doesn’t even look up.

WC: “Did you get everything ready, dear?”

Not Mary Lou: “No, dear, I didn’t.”

Wyatt recognizes the voice and still doesn’t look up.

WC: “Come here to get your pound of flesh, Stan?”

Rev. Stan Fulton takes a seat across from Wyatt’s desk setting a cloth bag on the floor next to him.

SF: “Sorry, no. Nice speech though.”

Wyatt finally looks up.

WC: “So what brings you here then?”

SF: “To talk. I saw what happened with Kate and Mai. I also saw your reaction to it. You’re not that great an actor that you could have fooled me. That was genuine astonishment. I know you didn’t have anything to do with how that went down.”

WC: “I didn’t.”

SF: “Which is why I’m here.”

WC: “Care to elaborate?”

SF: “I’m not much of a talker, but I can. I’m here for a number of reasons. The first reason I’ve already taken care of. Letting you know that I don’t hold you responsible for Clio, Edra or Kate. Second, I want you to know that if you wish to talk to someone about your upcoming estrangement from your daughters, my door is always open per se.”

WC: “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

SF: “It’s what I do now. When I said I, and Mai as well, were here to save the OOWF, I truly meant it. There’s too much extraneous stuff going on to just let it go. And that means Kate and your girls too. I’m not going to hurt them, I’m just going to try to save them from this path they’re going down. I wanted to tell you this in person.”

WC: “I’m not sure they can be turned from this path. I was hoping that me stepping away would get something to click in their heads, but I just don’t know anymore. If you can, good luck to you.”

SF: “Thanks. First I have to face Junichiro. Then I can save the rest of the roster.”

WC: “What do you plan to do? Anything I can help with?”

SF: “Thank you, no. Like I told Mai, this is something I have to do on my own. My attorneys are contacting Selena as we speak.”

CUT to Jakobstad, Finland and the office of GM Selena al’Tikriti. She’s reading a lengthy legal document.

GMSaT: “Chuckles! Get the lawyer dudes in here.”

C: “Juh juh.”

GMSaT: “Now!”

Selena zaps Chuckles with a cattle prod as we CUT back to Ely, Nevada.

SF: “Finally I’ve got a couple wedding presents for you.”

WC: “You didn’t have to do that, Stan.”

SF: “There’s a lot of things I don’t have to do, but I do them anyway.”

Fulton reaches into the bag and withdraws a large red envelope with a foreign, perhaps Asian, writing on it. He hands it to Wyatt.

WC: “What’s this?”

SF: “You’ll never know if you don’t open it.”

Wyatt opens the envelopes and pulls out a great deal of money.

WC: “Stan. What’s this for?”

SF: “Weddings can be expensive. Even the quiet, intimate types. This is to cover all of those little expenses that pop up. Besides, it’s a Korean tradition.”

WC: “Thank you, very much.”

SF: “You’re welcome. I have one more item.”

As Fulton withdraws the item he pontificates.

SF: “I think my spirit was Korean because I do associate with their idioms and views on a lot. One of their traditions is for the groom to present the bride’s family with a goose. In honor of that tradition, I’d like to present both you and Mary Lou with this.”

Fulton has been removing the wrapping from his gift and it’s revealed to be a crystal goose, which is sculpted to look like it’s taking flight.

WC: “My God. It’s gorgeous. Thank you.”

SF: “Please give my best to Mary Lou and congratulations to both of you. I think it’s time I take my leave of you, Wyatt. I’m not sure we’ll ever cross paths again.”

WC: “You never know, Stan.”

SF: “Be well and God bless you both, Wyatt Cox.”

WC: “Goodbye, Stan.”

SF: “I’ll show myself out. Goodbye.”

Fulton grabs the empty bag from the floor, shakes Wyatt’s hand and exits as we FADE.

[wyattcox]

**SFJ#47 is with L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: "L.D., last week you and Stank scored an impressive victory over the Darlings, moving on in the OOWF invitational tournament. This week you face an even bigger challenge in the Tag Team Champions. Your thoughts?"

LDW: "I thing they have something to prove, and their planning to do it at our expense. It's unfortunate, really."

SFJ#47: "Why's that?"

LDW: "Because I like those guys. Problem is, Lucas and I seem to find ourselves on opposite ends of the same problem - disrespect. On the one hand, Stank's been buried for months. Doesn't matter that crowds line up to see him in the ring, on the mic, in the grocery store. The OOWF has it in mind to create a new generation of stars. Problem is, they can't do that when Stank overshadows everyone not named Davin or Mickie Moreland. The OOWF's solution? Bury the man in opening matches and meaningless feuds. Silly part is, they actually think he's polite enough to go along.

Now me, on the other hand, I'm supposed to be a team player - a company guy. They can risk giving me title shots, 'cause if I do win, They figure I'll toe the line - Hire a duck, crack some jokes, and not ruin anybody's push. The unspoken undercurrent is that they don't think I'll win. They assume that I'm everything that Chris Evans claims - over the hill, worn out past my prime. Think that my be a mistake too.

Talk to the Alexander Darlings of the world and they'll tell you The Five is dead and gone. It is - I was there when we killed it. What they forget is that not one of us needed the Five. It didn't make us - we made it. And we are as dangerous now as we ever were - maybe moreso.

Now our opponents this week know a little something about fighting for respect. Chad, you're right. Teaming up is who you are. There is absoluetly no question in my mind that You and Zane are a better team than we are. But Stank and I? We're fighters. Singles, teams, rings, cages, parking lots, it's what we do. Personal feelings aside gentlemen, Wednesday night, the OOWF needs to be reminded of who we are.

As for the Darlings - you want to prove yourselves? You couldn't pick a better mountain to climb, and you're welcome to it. But if you're planning to make a point at our expense, to punish us for the family we've chosen? You're going to find that not all of Jack and Lisa Quinn's tricks were picked up in Japan.

Trust me."

<fade>

[wyattcox]

We see Jaime McAllister holding a microphone, standing next to a smiling Matt Folz.

JM: Matt, what are your comments following your victory the other night?

MF: So this is the Year of the Eagle huh Ricky? (Laughing) You got yourself intentionally disqualified because I was giving you a wrestling lesson. I proved in front of everyone watching that you're not even close to being in my league.

JM: This week however you're in a 5 way match with 4 men who some people would consider to be your equal, if not better, in the ring. Your thoughts?

MF: The people who think that are idiots. Let's go through everyone one at a time:

First of all, Alexander Darling, no doubt a first ballot hall of famer. He's done everything you can possibly do in this company. He's, and I'm loathe to admit this but it's true, a legend in this industry. But the problem is that he's the only one who dosen't realize that his time has passed. He can't compete at the highest level anymore. This is MY time, he can either realize and accept that fact or get severly hurt and embarrassed trying to prove me wrong.

Danny Taylor is an outstanding wrestler, no one can deny that. But the difference between him and I is I have a killer instinct and he dosen't. I will break a man's leg and laugh about it, I don't give a shit. Danny? His problem is that he's too nice, until he gets rid of his conscience, he'll never realize his true potential.

Now we move on to The Kai. (smiles) Matt Folz likes The Kai. Matt Folz finds The Kai tremendously entertaining. Matt Folz thinks The Kai will go down as one of the best Onslaught Champions ever. Matt Folz will forever appreciate The Kai's help in beating the hell out of Davin Moreland. But, Matt Folz traveled and trained closely with The Kai. Matt Folz knows all The Kai's moves, and even The Kai would have to admit that The Kai is not as good a wrestler as Matt Folz.

Finally, we move on to the number one contender. The winner of Imperial Onslaught, the Death Knell, the Ghosthead Killer, Jared Mann. You do not intimidate me, not for a second. You are an obsticle in my path to become World Champion, and I will be there whenever and wherever you try to cash in your title shot. You will NOT be allowed to fuck up my quest, do you understand? Only one man in this company is going to take the title off of Chris Evans, and you are looking at him.

JM: So are you predicting victory on Wednesday night then?

MF: No, it's a multi person match, too many variables to guarantee a victory. What I do guarantee though is that everyone is going to see the next OOWF World Champion put on a show, trust me on that.

[wyattcox]

(The scene is the SFJ's dorm, as the nightly soiree is going on. The partying quiets momentarily as Edra and Clio walk in. The twins look a little disheveled as they're not used to the new living arrangements and so many things they took for granted being done for them aren't there anymore. Sunny trots over to hug Clio but an unusual steely glare from the usually loving twin stops her in her tracks. )

Sunny: Clio, Edra, it's...nice to see you.

(Edra hugs Sunny warmly, while Clio still just stares.)

Sunny: We've missed you. It's been, what, almost a week.

Clio: Yeah, well, we don't have the free time like we used to. Thanks to our FATHER we have to do all this stuff he used to do on our own.

Edra: Yeah, our new living quarters, totally bogus.

Sunny: Oh, I heard about that, it's really sad.

(Clio walks up to the much smaller woman)

Clio: Sad? Sad? YOU HAVE NO IDEA! No heat, no hot showers, no makeup, no...no comfortable bed. It's horrible!

Sunny: I...I'm sorry, Clio. You know, you can always come to us...

Clio: Oh yeah, the biggest baddest smartest women in the OOWF having to come to good looking vacuous mikestands to get a warm shower and some creature comforts. Right.

Sunny: No, I mean it, Clio. We like you and your sister.

Edra: You mean it? I mean, it's not at all like it was.

Sunny: That's not true, we like you two. You're fun. You're great to have around. Edra's always got something to say that's funny. And Clio, no one...ever...

(Sunny reaches up to Clio to give her a hug, but Clio pushes her back and she falls on her butt.

Clio: That's right. No one. Ever again. See you later, sis. Enjoy the bimbos.

Edra: Where are you going?

Clio: To find someone named Phelps...just for tonight. I need to release some frustrations. Then maybe....

(Clio picks up Sunny and plants a major league liplock on her)

Clio: Then maybe we can pick up where we left off. Toodles.

(Clio leaves with an evil grin on her face and a fire in her eyes. Sunny and Edra sadly watch her leave.)

Sunny: Mental. Your sister's totally mental.

Edra: You have no idea. You got something....warm to drink?

Sunny: Come on in, we'll get you warmed up.

(Sunny and Edra smile and walk in to the party as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

"Usagi, your drug-induced rambles will help you little when we face off this week. A chance at a title is always welcome. At first glance, I might seem out of place in such a match. Let me explain.
Onslaught Rules, three rope breaks, three warnings. SO three different times I can pummel my opponent past the five count. after three times, they cannot escape my punishment by grabbing a rope for safety. So once we get going, the odds are in my favor.

Usagi, Your people created this environment. These are YOUR RULES. AND I will exploit them as much as I can to inflict MY kind of pain on you.

The Year of the Eagle is here. And you will be easy prey.

~~~ Fade to
Then Black ~~~

[wyattcox]

*DK Murphy encounters Rabbit Mask in the hall of random encounters*

DKM: Hey, man, that was good * extends a hand*

*Rabbit Mask throws a punch*

*DKM ducks the punch, throws a combination of punches, and then hits a Chomp!*

*DK Murphy hauls Rabbit Mask to his feet, and hits another Chomp! Officials run in, but DK shoves them away, and hits the Chomp again! DK Murphy flashes the Empty Team sign, and walks away.

Random Number SFJ catches up to DKM:

RNSFJ: DK Murphy, you just assaulted Rabbit Mask!

DKM: I started slow here. I talked to one of my mentors, Gaitor Bait, and I am going to start kicking ass and taking names.

[wyattcox]

(Edra is alone late at night in the twins new quarters after having spent a fun evening with the SFJ's. She's looking at pictures on her cell phone when Clio quietly creeps in)

Edra: [/i] Oh, hi sis.

Clio: [/i] Where'd you get that?

Edra: [/i] It's my cell phone.

Clio: [/i] No, your cell phone is in the bag with mine, turned off because our FATHER cut off the service. Where did that one come from?

Edra: [/i] Mary Lou gave it to me.

Clio: [/i] Gave it to you, when?

Edra: [/i] While you were taking the DDT Title off Sharkoff.

Clio: [/i] And what has the little girl had to say?

Edra: [/i] Well, she sent a couple of pictures of the wedding, see?

Clio: [/i] She wore white? What a joke. She's pregnant!

Edra: [/i] She's still pretty.

Clio: [/i] What else?

Edra: [/i] Well she did send a sonogram, it's still too early, but our sister is...

Clio: [/i] It's NOT our sister!

Edra: [/i] Clio! Well, technically she's our half-sister.

Clio: [/i] She's a Cox. We're Neals.

Edra: [/i] We're Coxes, too.

Clio: [/i] You are, maybe. Not me. See, I don't know how this could even happen. Dad's supposed to be...

Edra: [/i] God works in unusual ways...

Clio: [/i] Yeah, and we already know that Mary Lou wasn't exactly virginal before she came here. She probably...

Edra: [/i] Oh stop that. We gonna work out?

Clio: [/i] Yeah, I guess. Not a lot of point to it, though. I mean, we can easily beat Bill and Justin. We just won't get the chance.

Edra: [/i] Why?

Clio: [/i] Because they're gonna disqualify us for what happened last week.

Edra: [/i] Your stunt.

Clio: [/i] Whatever. If they don't, they'll find another way out of it. Either way, we're screwed.

Edra: [/i] Just keep your temper under control. We've beaten Bill and Justin before, we can do it again. YOU just need to keep your mind in the game and off of screwing up.

Clio: [/i] Yeah, yeah. Any other news from the old folks at home?

Edra: [/i] Well, you know Stan showed up and forgave Dad. Mary Lou said she got a text from Kate that she ran into Stan at the Dallas Fort Worth airport.

Clio: [/i] Did he kill her?

Edra: [/i] Nope, she spilled her guts to him. Told him it was all your plan because Mai wouldn't play footsie with you. He's not happy with you. Neither am I for that matter.

Clio: [/i] So now you're gonna bail on me too?

Edra: [/i] Nope. I'm your sister. I love you. I'll always be there for you, and now that dad's gone I've got to keep you out of trouble.

Clio: [/i] Think you're big enough, sis?

Edra: [/i] Care to try me, sis?

Clio: [/i] Maybe later. Text your stepmom a note and tell her I say goodbye.

Edra: [/i] No.

Clio: [/i] Then give me the phone and I'll do it.

Edra: [/i] No. This is mine. You're not screwing this up. Got it?

Clio: [/i] Ooooo...Edra's growing a pair of balls!

Edra: [/i] I'll have to. Since you're being an insufferable cunt.

Clio: [/i] Give me the phone.

Edra: [/i] NO! Now let's get in a workout.

Clio: [/i] Fine. Give me an excuse to kick your sorry Cox ass.

Edra: [/i] Bring it, brat.

(The girls change into workout gear as we...)

[wyattcox]

It is very very late at night, or early in the morning in New Orleans. The INC focuses on the darkened bedroom. Well, it's not totally darkened, as someone appears to have fallen asleep with the television on. A phone rings. And rings. And rings. Finally, the figure laying in the bed sits up on one arm and feels around the bed with the other for the phone. Finally, she finds it and answers sleepily.

FW: Huh...Alex?

Through the miracle of split screen technology we can see and hear the other side.

MM: No, Fire...It's Mai!!! Your trust buddy!!

FW: My.....huh? Mai?

MM: *frowning slightly* Mai Muyo.....

FW: Oh......

Fire looks around in the dark sleepily trying to figure out where she is.

FW: Huh?

MM: Is this a bad time?

FW: What the fuck time is it?

MM: Um...like 11am?

FW: Why is there no sun?

MM: *looking out the window* Huh? There's sun here.

FW: ....

MM: ....

FW: Where?

MM: Finland? Why, what time is it there?

Fire looks at the clock to see it's 3:02 in the morning.

FW: What do you want, Mai?

MM: Oh...well, I saw your meeting with Poe and ....Fire, you just CAN'T retire!

FW: Huh?

MM: I joined the OOWF because of you! I wanted to learn from you! And we're trust buddies! You've actually been way more of a trust buddy than Clio and Edra.

FW: Huh? What did they do?

MM: They turned on me, Fire. I don't know what I did wrong, but--

FW: Turned? *Fire suddenly sounds a bit more awake* Are you okay? Did they--

MM: No, I'm fine...it's just....Look, Stan is fired, Wyatt cut the twins loose, Juni isn't around...

Firewoman flinches a bit.

MM: ...you're gone but at least I knew you were coming back...now that you're thinking about not....

FW: *sigh* Mai...I haven't made any decisions yet.

MM: Well, we all miss you.

Fire lays back down.

FW: Uh huh.

MM: We do! I know Alex will be happy when you're back. So will Alexis. They could use some cheering up anyway after getting out of the tourney.

Fire sits back up again.

FW: Wait...what?

MM: Didn't you talk to Alex?

FW: He calls like three times a day. He never mentioned--

MM: Well, maybe they didn't want you to worry or something. Didn't you watch the match?

FW: I faded in and out of Mayhem.

MM: Oh...well, you should watch it.

FW: Okay....can I do it in the morning?

MM: Sure...oh....and....I have a secret.

FW: Okaaaaaay....

MM: I don't have any girls--

FW: Women.

MM: Huh?

FW: Finish the thought, Mai.

MM: I don't have any girls to share girly stuff with now, but...well, I have to tell you, cos I just don't know what to do......

FW: Okaaaay....

MM: I have a crush on someone...

FW: On who?...wait, no. Don't answer that. I don't care. Look, I haven't made any decisions, so ... just don't worry. Can I go back to sleep now?

MM: *crestfallen* Okay.....get better soon, Fire.

FW: Uh huh.

Mai hangs up sadly, and her side of the split screen goes away. Firewoman lays down flat on the bed after hanging up and tries to fall back asleep. When that doesn't work, she sits up, feels around the bed for the remote, and then props her pillow up. She leans back into it as she goes to the DVR and selects up Midweek Mayhem, to review the tag team match, and we faaaaaaaaaaaade.

[wyattcox]

<Clio finishes her training, after snapping at a couple of green kids who botch some moves. Edra has to restrain her to keep her from beating them both into oblivion>

Edra: Go cool off!

Clio: IF THEY CAN’T DO BASIC SHIT, WHY THE HELL ARE THEY IN MY RING?

Edra:…….just…….go

<Clio leaves the ring and grabs her DDT title, kicks the door open and heads down the hall. Edra shakes her head and helps the jobbers up>

Edra: You are damn lucky I was here

<Clio is storming down the hall kicking things and destroying whatever she gets her hands on. She rounds the corner and sees Awesome Bill and Justin Sane>

ABFD: Well if it ain’t…..

<Before Bill can say a word, Clio PASTES him upside the head with the DDT title. Justin moves in to protect Bill and gets dropped for his trouble with a belt upside the head. Clio stands over them both just glaring at them>

Clio: Listen up you hillbilly fuck, and you mohawked moron. I am TIRED of not being taken seriously around here. This week, at Midweek Mayhem, we are going to make an example of you two. I don’t care if we get disqualified, you two are going to bleed, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it…….. <Clio thinks for a minute, then smirks> ……..trust me

<Clio turns and walks off, Bill and Justin stir and finally sit up on the floor as Ellie May walks by>

EMFE: What happened to you two?

JS: Clio is in a bad mood

EMFE: Yeah, Wyatt cut her off and left for home. She is not a happy camper

ABFD: White Cogs is gone?

EMFE: Yes

ABFD: Well hell, shouldn’t we send him flowers or somethin?

EMFE: He’s not dead, he’s just gone

ABFD: <with wonder in his voice> to the great afterlife………ol White Cogs done wentified into the light

EMFE: No……he’s NOT dead, he’s…….

ABFD: A GHOST!

JS: Another one?

ABFD: Hot DAMN! This place if FULL a ghosts, and shark draculas, and ghosts of shark draculas!

JS: What are we gonna do?

ABFD: Son……them ghosts likes to sneak up behind you and steal your soul! We need to make sure they can’t do that!

JS: How we gonna do that?

ABFD: Hell……uh…..I don’t know

JS: I know! Lets get us some masks! If we wear them on the back of our heads, them ghosts will think we are always looking at them!

ABFD: Justin, that’s an outstandener than hell idea! You are the smartest damn guy I know! We can go to the Halloween USA store and get us some masks!

JS: They got Halloween USA in Finland?

ABFD: Well……..why wouldn’t they?

JS: True. We can’t go there though

ABFD: Aw hell…….we banned from there?

JS: We are BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

ABFD: Outdamnstandener than hell! Ellie May, can you go to Halloween USA for us?

<Ellie May just rolls her eyes and sighs and walks away>

[wyattcox]

*DK Murphy is looking at this week's card*

*DKM: I see I am facing a former associate of Stan Fulton. Interesting. More reason to step up my game.

[wyattcox]

We cut to GM Selena's office. Kai is signing something at Selena's desk as she watches. A'isha is seated in the chair half paying attention.

GMSa-T: ...and sign right there and you have the endorsement.

K: And the money?

GMSa-T: D'uh.

Aa-T: Good. Can we go now?

K: In a second, girl.

Kai eyes the ninjacam and raises the eyebrow.

GMSa-T: Oh here we go.

Kai: FINALLY! THE KAI! HAS COME BACK! TO...FIN...LAND!

Crowd cheers.

K: Finland, the land of Fins, while he's here, the Kai will pick up a win. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the Kai rhymes. It's one of the many talents the Kai possesses. Another talent is the ability to predict...the future.

GMSa-T: Oooh.

K: Yes, indeedie, the Kai will pick up a win this week. And not just any win, no no no no NO! The Kai will beat not one, not two, not three, but four jabronis in the middle of the ring. Just like the champion the Kai just channeled, one LeBron James, the Kai is a winner.

Alexander Darling. The Kai calls you a friend, and the Kai doesn't do this freely. But when you step into that ring one on one with the Kai-san, all bets are off. You know that. The Kai knows that. It's all gravy. Danny taylor. You and the Kai are getting close. Almost friends. But like Alex, you know that in the ring, there are no friends. There are no comrades, there are no...ohana.

Matt Folz...

GMSa-T: FATT ROLZ!

K: ...you wanna talk about how you know the Kai. You wanna run your mouth about how you're better than the Kai. KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You don't know squat! You think you know the Kai, you don't know the Kai. You think you know the Kai's moves, you couldn't even match the Kai's moves on Dance Dance Revolution with instructions and lights and little figures dancing on the screen, mocking you like the giant piece of monkey crap you are!

Now...Ghosthead, ya ugly freak. The Kai just took your title. It looks great on the Kai, not covered in goo and BO. Then you went and won the Imperial Onslaught. Well, the Kai congratulates you. Ya won a nice big shiny trophy...

GMSa-T: Here it comes...

K: ...now the Kai wants you to look at the trophy. Bask in it's glory and beauty. Look at yourself in it's reflection 'cuz maybe we'll all get lucky and it'll turn your candy ass to stone like Medusa. But if it don't, polish it. Make it shine!

Aa-T: Yup, here it comes...

K: ...'cuz when you're done shining it up... The Kai is gonan take your trophy, turn that sumbitch sideways and STICK IT STRAIGHT UP! YOUR CANDY ASS!

Crowd cheers.

K: Wednesday! Midweek Mayhem! Live! From Jakobstad, Finland, whoever Jacob and his dad are. The Kai is not Team Jacob by the way, that's for all the teenie pie out there. As the Kai was saying, live! from Jakobstad, Finland, the Kai checks four jabronis into the smackdown aloha hotel for reef bottom rates...

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

Kai arches the eybrow and leaves. Selena and A'isha awkwardly stare at each other.

GMSa-T: Um...what?

A'isha twirls her hair with a wicked grin.

Aa-T: Only surrender will help you now...

A'isha stands up and walks out, passing Chuckles as he comes in. Selena watches A'isha leave with a confused look on her face. She then motions for Chuckles to come over to the desk.

CtC: Juh?

Selena zaps him with Sven. Chuckles screams and lies twitching on the floor.

GMSa-T: And they called the stepmother wicked...

[wyattcox]

(Edra is walking by the fishing docks near Jacobstad . The smell is unpleasant, but it's better than another fight with Clio. She comes upon a little girl not more than seven. The girl looks at her cautiously, suspiciously, then excitedly. )

Sofia: You are the wrestler Glory?

Edra: (Smiling) No, that's my sister. I'm Power. And you are?

Sofia: I'm Sofia.

Edra: Well, nice to meet you, Sofia. Why aren't you in school?

Sofia: Oh, I go later. I'm waiting to see if my papa's boat comes back today.

Edra: Oh, is he fishing?

Sofia: Yes. He goes out for two or three days at a time.

Edra: Is he suppose to be back today?

Sofia: No. He was supposed to be back five days ago. I thought he might be here today.

Edra: Well don't worry, your father will be back soon.

Sofia: My father is dead. My father's father is fishing.

Edra: Oh. Maybe I should take you home.

Sofia: Would you? I was looking forward to seeing the Firewoman, but they say she got hurt.

Edra: Yes, hurt.

(They start walking and arrive at a run down shack. Edra is shocked to see the condition of the home as the girl takes her to a tiny room. Inside a single bed fills the room, and in the bed is a woman. While she looks quite old, there is a familiar look, as to tell Edra that this is the girl's mother. )

Sofia: Mama, look! It's the wrestler Power!

Mama: Young lady, you should be in school.

Edra: I'm sorry, I found her at the docks, waiting. ...

Mama: Your papa will get here when he can.

Edra: Ma'am, I know how hard waiting can be. Has it been that long?

Mama: Yes. (The look said more to Edra than words could.)

Edra: Sofia, you remind me of another little girl. Could Glory and I treat you and your mother to dinner and the wrestling show on Wednesday?

Sofia: Oh, mama, could we?

Mama: No, that would be too much trouble.

Edra: Please ma'am. It would help...I'd be paying back a little girl who reminded me of. .... another lost girl, a lot like you, Sofia.

Mama: Well, if it's no bother.

Edra: None at all. I'll make the arrangements and be here three hours before the show is to start. Now, Sofia, you need to promise me that you'll go to school and not worry about your papa, OK?

Sofia: Yes, Power, I will.

Edra: Good, now go wash your hands while I talk to your mama.

Sofia: Yes, Power.

(Sofia leaves the room and Edra sits next to Mama.)

Edra: Please, let me help you. I'll do what I can. For my mother, who's...gone ahead.

Mama: I'm so worried.

Edra: I'll take Sofia to her school. Can you write down what you know and I'll get help.

Mama: If you think it will help.

Edra: I'll try. I'll be back soon.

(Edra looks around and finds paper and pencil and gives it to Mama. She leaves the room and gets Sofia. They start walking.)

Edra: You don't like school very much, do you?

Sofia: Oh no, Power, I like school very much.

Edra: You know you can't fib to me, right?

Sofia: OK, I don't like school.

Edra: It's the kids, isn't it?

Sofia: Yes, Power.

Edra: They never see your mother or father or grandfather and they think you don't have any family, right?

Sofia: Why, yes!

Edra: And they make fun of your clothes and your shoes and your lunches. And even if you eat all your lunch you're always hungry.

Sofia: Power, are you a mind reader?

Edra: Well, yes, but I didn't have to read your mind. There's another little girl a lot like you that went through the same thing. It hurt her a lot, and she never really got over it.

Sofia: Really?

Edra: Really.

Sofia: So how did they get over it?

Edra: They decided to not believe the non-believers. To put their faith in their family and in God.

Sofia: Did it work?

Edra: Yes...and no.

Sofia: What does that mean?

Edra: One little girl believed and got better. The other … well, she didn't believe very much. She let the kids hurt her. So she started hurting them.

Sofia: With words.

Edra: No.

(a long silence as they approach Sofia's school. Her classmates see her and run up to her.)

Elias: You are the wrestler Glory?

Sofia: No, Elias, this is the wrestler Power, and she's my friend.

Edra: Sofia is right, Elias. I'm Power, and I brought Sofia to school for her mother.

Elias: Her mother?

Edra: Yes, Sofia and her mother will be my guests at the wrestling show this week.

Elias: Really? Wow!

Edra: Sofia, could you go get your teacher for me while I talk with your friends?

Sofia: Yes Power. (Sofia runs off and Edra kneels down to talk to Elias and the other kids.)

Edra: Elias, I hear that some of the kids here make fun of Sofia. Is that true?

Elias: Yes, some of them.

Edra: Elias, God tell us to be kind to everyone, doesn't he?

Elias: I guess.

Edra: And do you know what will happen to anyone who picks on Sofia?

Elias: God will be unhappy?

Edra: And I will be unhappy too. You don't want to make me unhappy do you?

Elias: No, Power.

Edra: Then we all understand? Be nice to each other.

(Sofia brings her teacher who is astonished. Edra bids farewell to Sofia and her friends and Edra and the teacher have a talk. Edra walks back to Sofia's house and talks to her mother. She then walks back to the Arena and knocks on GM Selena's door.)

SaT: Haven't you and your sister caused enough trouble?

Edra: Selena, I have 35 disadvantaged youngsters who I'd like to bring to the show.

SaT: What? But I...

Edra: Please say yes, or else you'll be creating 35 more Glorys.

SaT: Dude? Anything but that. OK.

Edra: Oh, I need to borrow someone from medical. I've got a sick mother that needs some attention.

SaT: Are you feeling OK?

Edra: Humor me.

SaT: Fine. One doctor dude at your disposal.

Edra: Thanks Selena. Toodles.

(Edra heads to their locker room and is confronted by her sister.)

Clio: It's about time you got back, where the fuck have you....

(Edra grabs her sister and pushes her into the wall)

Edra: Talking can wait. Take me to the fight club.

Clio: They'll eat you alive.

Edra: Maybe, but it'll be worth it if I can keep another Clio out of trouble.

Clio: Poor Saint Edra, always trying to save the world.

Edra: No, just one little girl. Let's go.

(Edra pushes her sister out the door as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

*Ghosthead transitions smoothly from a handstand to a side crow pose and holds it for several heartbeats. Moments later he pulls his legs over to the opposite side of his body and holds the pose for several more heartbeats. He then transitions back to a handstand and maintains the pose, as SFJ#12 walks in.*

SFJ#12 - Ghosthead any comments on your match Wednesday?

*Ghosthead allows his legs to fall causing him to flip forward to an upright position. He turns his head and addresses the wayward SFJ.*

Ghost - Four men... I have four men to contend with.

To Danny Taylor I say beware the mark.

To Matt Folz, the man who would defy me, the man who claims he will stop me from invoking my claim to the World Title, the man who presumes to know what The Death Knell will do, or what he is capable of.. to Folz I say you can have Chris Evans. Destroy him if you are capable. I can just as easily take the World Title from YOU, Matt, as I can anyone.

To The Kai who runs his mouth to hide his shortcomings I say you're welcome. You hold the Onslaught Championship because I allow it. Should I desire the title again I will simply take it from you. I walked that path to show the world what I can do. It is done. The next time you and I face you will find that it will take much more than a roll up victory to defeat me.

And to Alexander Darling I say this... Blood Moon Rises... seven days... seven days... then you too will know... just like everyone else.

wrath... fury... ruin.

*Ghosthead smirks at the camera as it fades to black.*

[wyattcox]

**

A figure walks down the streets of the ice village pictured. The INC floats around until the figure is walking towards the camera and we see the bright red of the Phoenix on the hoodie that the person is wearing. The INC zooms in and the figure looks up and notices...

Alexander: Must be that time of the week...and what a week it will be. Intercontinental Champion, Onslaught Champion, Imperial Onslaught winner, and a man with all the potential in the world in the ring with myself. And what am I...nothing special honestly. Just a former Onslaught Champion, 3-time former Intercontinental Champion, former Tag Team Champion, former Campeonas de Trios, and 3-time former World Champion who's held that title longer than anyone in the history of this company. That's who I am.

Kai can talk about our friendship and it's true, we are friends. But we've been enemies too and right now for all the friendship that exists between us, the truth is he's standing in my way.

Danny Taylor's another friend and I give him all the credit in the world for being a stand-up guy in a shitty world and for having done right by my family but again he's standing in my way.

Matt Folz is NOT a friend but I've been in the ring with him so I know exactly what he's capable of when he's at his very best. The sad thing for him is even when he's at his very best, I'm better and he knows it.

And Ghosthead, the Death Knell, Imperial Onslaught winner and a future star. You want to play at getting inside my head. Inside everyone's head that a Blood Moon is on the horizon and that's all well and good, but I've been played with and I've been messed with by the very best ever at it. You, you're minor league compared to them in that department and with regards to inside the ring; here's what I know...your brother is better than you and I'm better than your brother.

But all of that is secondary right now because here's what matters. I walk through this frigid land and I see people who live in houses made of ice. The hardships they endure are great and can not be compared to what we put ourselves through on a week to week basis. But the bottom line is this, we do put ourselves through this torture and for what...a very simple thing. To be the best.

I've been the best at times, but now it's about proving to be the best of all time. A few names stand in the way of my goal. And those names will weighed, they will be measured, and they will be found wanting. Because at the end of the day it will come down to this, when people debate the best ever, I want there to be no debate. They will say one name and that will be the end of it. That name will be Alexander Darling, and well, it won't be yours.

*Fade*