Midweek Mayhem (01/23) Live from LA Tuque, Quebec

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from LA Tuque, Quebec, Canada
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Firewoman (c) vs. Ecosystem

OOWF Onslaught Title Match
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Mai Muyo

Double Jeopardy Cage Match for Dance of Death Title Match
Power & Glory vs. Texpress


LD Williams vs. Alexander Darling
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Stank
Alexis Darling vs. Justin Sane
Stan Fulton vs. Chris Evans vs. Ghosthead
Davin Moreland vs. Danny Taylor
DK Murphy & The Kai vs. Rabbit Mask & Ricky Soaring Eagle
Matt Folz vs. Comrade Sharkoff


Card subject to the return of the Nordiques

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We see Matt Folz smiling as he prepares to leave the arena, Jaime McAllister by his side.

JM: What's with you? I don't think I've ever seen you so happy after losing a match

MF: I didn't lose anything, the team... and I use that term very loosely... that I was part of lost. I accomplished all I wanted: I put on one hell of a show, and oh yeah, I left that loser Chris Evans and his giant ego unconcious on the mat. I'm perfectly at peace with what happened tonight.

The couple pass by Selena's office and look at the just posted lineup. Folz laughs and turns to the INC.

MF: Sharkoff, I'm not sure who you pissed off, but you drew the short straw this week. This week, I'm going to show you and everyone else why I'm without a doubt, the best wrestler in this company. See you next week jackass.

Folz smiles and walks away with Jaime as we.... FADE

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(Edra and Clio have arrived in La Tuque still pissed off over what happened at Mayhem. As they walk into the building they spot Mai Muyo. The two sisters exchange a look, nod their heads, and Clio dashes ahead, spins Mai around and pins her to the wall.)

Clio: Your big friend is the only one still nicey-nice with Daddy dearest. Daddy cost us an entry into the Dance of Death. So we're gonna dance right now.

Edra: (Getting in between)Clio, don't. Mai had nothing to do with this.

Clio: No, but the Man Mountain Reverend did, and they're so buddy buddy.

Mai: Clio, don't do anything you'll regret.

Clio: All I regret is that I didn't finish you a long time ago.

Edra: (Pushing Clio back) Clio, now that's enough. This is over. Let's go. Just one more thing. Mai.

Mai: What?

Edra: This.

(Edra spins and hits a solid kick that pushes Mai back into the wall and knocks her out.)

Edra: Finish up what you're gonna do fast, I'll try to find Moose for backup.

Clio: Don't worry, go.

(Edra takes off and Clio reaches for her barbed wire crucifix, but stops and reaches into one of her bags.)

Clio: As appropriate as it would be to mark up that pretty face with this crucifix that Jack so thoughtfully gave me, I think this might make a better impression.

(Clio pulls out Jack's scalpel which she picked up after last night's match.)

Clio: Now, don't move, Mai. Wouldn't wanna hurt you, now. I'll make your forehead look just like your trust buddies.

(The scalpel barely breaks the skin and starts a trickle of blood when Clio goes down with a thud...from the ax handle of the Reverend Stan Fulton.)

Stan: I tried to warn you and your sister to keep your hands off Mai. Romans 6:23, Clio. For the wages of sin is death.

(Fulton picks up Mai and moves her out of the line of fire and turns to again face Clio as we...)

FADE

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Fire is watching things. Alexander comes in from somewhere else.

AD: You okay? I saw next week's line up and--

FW: Clio just tried to carve Mai's face with a scalpel.

AD: Yeah?

OOWF-TV does another replay

AD: Huh...she failed though.

FW: Well, not everyone is as good at it as you.

AD: ....

FW: Oh, was that out loud?

AD: I thought we were past this.

FW: We are....I am...I'm just....distracted.

AD: I know. I saw. It'll be fine.

FW: Yep. Totally fine.

Fade

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~~~ Chad, Zane & Bridgette are in their dressing room. We catch them in mid-conversation ~~~

Chad: ..... So where did she get this idea?

Bridgette: The Board said Selena was watching some little indy fed on Youtube..

Zane: Which one?

Bridgette: I T T W I think she said.

Chad: Hey! We almost went there once.

Zane: They did recruit us pretty heavily years ago. But we went to South Pacific Pro instead and thats what got us to the OOWF.

Chad: Weird how thigns work out

Bridgette: ANYWAY, they did a version of this match at one of thier big events. It went over huge.

Zane: So it's two matches in one, a one on one contest, followed by a Two on one Handicap Cage Match afterwards

Bridgette: Immediately afterwards. The winner of the singles match gets their partner with them in the cage.

Chad:So.... how do we know who is in the first match?

Bridgette: Each team has to decide before the match starts.

~~~ Chad & Zane look at each other ~~~

Chad: I've got better endurance.

Zane: And I'm better suited to handle a 2 on 1 situation.

Bridgette: True on both counts. But that's part of the psychology of this match. making the teams determine their participants can lead to discontent. You need to be aware of that.

Zane: We see.

Chad: it really doesn't matter who goes in the first match. Winning he frst fall will be vital.

Bridgette: And no silly escaping the cage rule. You have to win the cage match for real. It's definitely a first for the OOWF.

Zane: Well, we do have a good track record in those kind of matches. The first Volcano match, that Double Ring Double Elimination match last year, Texpress is good when the variables are unknown.

Chad: And that's what makes us....

Bridgette: The Measuring Sticks

Zane: (Smiling) You do that so well.

~~~ Fade ~~~

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FADE back in at the back of the building where Clio attacked Mai. Fulton is there standing over Mai, who has passed out from fright.

SF: “I’ve tried to avoid this, Clio. I tried to stay true to what we learned on that mountaintop. But I won’t let you hurt, Mai. And, God forgive me for what I am going to do.”

Fulton stands on one of Clio’s ankles and repeatedly cracks his axe handle across her shins. The INC clearly picks up the sound of breaking bone. Not content with one leg, Fulton does the exact same to the other. Now it’s Clio who’s passed out from the excruciating pain. In the distance we now can hear Edra screaming.

E: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Fulton picks Mai up in one arm, holding out his axe handle in the other. Edra arrives and Moosehead Jack is with her. Edra immediately goes to her sister.

MHJ: “You haven’t changed at all, have you Stan? You’re so full of this heavenly piousness and you’re still the raving maniac you’ve always been.”

Fulton doesn’t say anything, backs off and walks out of the building as EMTs and security arrive.

Later on, after Fulton has put Mai back in her room and made sure the security guards hired by his company are watching the door and hallway, he makes his way to the nearest church. As he sits near the front in silent meditation he hears footsteps close and someone sits behind him.

MHJ: “The great Crusher Fulton. Has found God, but abandons Him as soon as it’s convenient.”

Fulton turns around to look at Moose.

SF: “What do you want, Jack. I’m here looking for forgiveness from the Lord. I’m surprised you didn’t start to burn when you walked in the door.”

MHJ: “Is your little mei mei okay? Believe me, I know you meant that to mean she’s like your little sister, but there is another meaning. That you secretly yearn for her touch. Or are you afraid she yearns for someone else. Perhaps me.”

Fulton is quickly to his feet and grabs the throat of Moose.

SF: “You’re slime, Jack.”

Moose slaps Fulton’s hand away.

MHJ: “Holy Ground, Crusher! Remember what LD taught you.”

SF: “You can’t hide in here forever. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Fulton walks away and out of the church. A priest comes over to speak to Moose.

P: “This is a house of God. People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.”

MHJ: “He cares about these helpless mortals?”

P: “Of course He cares. He died for our sins.”

MHJ: “That shall be His undoing.”

Moose gets up.

MHJ: Father! Forgive me , I am a worm...

Moose starts laughing diabolically.

MHJ: (to everyone in the church) “I have something to say! It's better to burn out than to fade away!”

Moose laughs as he leaves. The parishioners tremble in fear as we FADE.

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*Moose is about to leave when DK Murphy gets in his way*

MHJ: Get out of my way, rookie.

DKM: Gonna pull a scalpel or a knife on me if I don't.

MHJ: I don't have to.

DKM: Good for you, because I saw what you were prepared to use on Danny.

MHJ: So?

DKM: That's not a knife. *reaches behind his back and pulls out a large blade* That's a knife.

MHJ: You going to use it on me?

DKM: Hell, no. *puts knife away* I have an agenda here in the OOWF. Matt Folz and Chris Evans are a little higher on that agenda, no disrespect to you but I can't explain why right now, but you are on my list. But for now, you should go look after Clio, and go ahead and plot your revenge against "Reverend Stan" I'm going to go light some candles.

*Moose shoots a strange look at DK and leaves the church*

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<Moose shakes his head and leaves and heads to the P&G locker room. Clio is sitting in an overstuffed chair with her feet up and piles of ice bags on her shins. Edra is storming around the room destroying things. She sees Moose walk in and grabs a bat>

Edra: GOOD! It's about time! Let's go KILL some sanctimonious assholes!

<Moose grabs Edra by the arm and stops her and just gives her a look>

MHJ: not yet. Slow down for a second

Edra: <glaring at Moose> Slow........you SAW what he did!

MHJ: I did <looking at Edra> How are your legs?

Clio: Nothing broken, I guess the cracking was the axe handle <she moves a bag showing deep bruising> but they are bruised all to shit. Hurts like hell too, I am gonna skin the fine Reverend alive

<Edra shatters something else in the room and bellows like a banshee and heads for the door, once again Moose steps in her way>

Edra: Move.

MHJ: Listen to me. They will pay, make no mistake about it. But think for one second. Stan knows we are going to come after him. He has Mai and Eco with him. Clio can't do anything right now, so AT BEST we get into a two on three fight.

Edra: <calming slightly> At worst?

MHJ: At worst, they get those Drink and Destroy idiots to side up with him, then we are walking into a goddamn ambush. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if those goddamn Texans were there too. They would like nothing more than to put all three of us out. Just wait. Look at Clio's legs

<Edra just stands her ground, Moose grabs the back of her head and forces her to look at the bruises on Clio's legs>

MHJ: LOOK! THEY did that to her. Does that make you mad?

Edra: <in a barely controled whisper of rage> I want to fucking kill them

<Moose laughs and lets go>

MHJ: Good. You two have Chad and Zane this week. I want you to look at her legs every single fucking day and I want you to take that rage and focus it on the Texans

Edra: But.....what about Stan? HE is the one......

MHJ: I will deal with Stan. I know the fine Reverend. He cherishes his "good book" and his invisible man in the sky. I can't take that from him, he has been fooled by people like Father Lou and the rest to believe that people can change, that you can do terrible things - and Stan, I ran with you, I KNOW what you can do - and just repent, say you are sorry and things will be forgiven, you will be <mockingly> washed in the glory of His good will! Amen brothers and sisters!"

I can't take that from him, but I know there is one thing he values just as much as his book of lies, and this week, I face her in a match for the Onslaught title. It would be a damn shame if poor little Mai suffered the same fate as Alexis a year ago. You know, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the crack of her neck? I can still see her lying there helpless. Stan, you can't save her from me. All the praying in the world won't save her from me. There is nothing you can do to stop the Saints of Sinners........

Trust me

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(Sunny and Sandi are waiting outside the Power and Glory suite. Edra walks out carrying a bag. Sunny and Sandi run up to her and hug her. Edra turns first to Sunny.)

Edra: She wants to see you. Go.

(Sunny runs in to the facility, and Sandi starts to follow, but Edra grabs her.)

Edra: Microphone. Now.

Sandi: But are you sure...

Edra: (Raging) I said microphone. Now!

(Sandi grabs a microphone and an interview banner drops down.)

Sandi: Power, tell us the condition of your sister.

Edra: Glory's training lately has been...unique. She's been doing lots of leg strength training. While we were in the former Soviet Republics, she had a few pair of these made.

(Edra dumps the bag and the tattered remains of a pair of boots fall out along with a large amount of what looks to be gravel)

Edra: With some of our...father's money that we got as a windfall, I designed these for Glory. That's why she's been kicking so hard. Her legs are just about as strong as mine, and her speed is amazing. And, these boots most likely saved her career. Her legs were hurt more from them cutting her out of the boots than the actual attack by...the “Reverend Stan”.

Sandi: But is she OK?

Edra: (Edra winces a bit) Well, no broken bones, but trauma to the surrounding soft tissue and some swelling. No dislocation of the ankle but some trauma to the posterior ankle tibiofibular and talofibular ligaments. No worse than a severe sprain, fortunately. They're putting both feet in air boots, lots of icing to handle the swelling and bruising, and after some weekend physical therapy she might be up and around on Monday.

(Sandi looks at Edra questioningly)

Edra: She hurts like hell. But she'll be OK if she takes it easy this weekend.

Sandi: Will she be cleared to compete on Wednesday?

Edra: Most likely, but I'm taking no chances. I'll be entering into the one-on-one portion of this, and Stan, thank your lucky stars that Moose is keeping me from coming to get you.

(Edra reaches into her pocket and pulls out a scalpel.)

Edra: Stan, so help me, it's taking all my discipline to keep from coming after you and ending you. And trust me, your time will come. This week, though, Moose has your little perky friend. He's snapped one person's neck in that ring. Now he has the incentive to end Mai. And trust me, he will.

Sandi: You against one, and possibly both of Texpress? How can that end well.

Edra: Oh, it won't...for them. Chad, Zane, even at half strength and half speed, if Glory and I have one of you in that cage by yourselves, we will end you. And if it's just me against both of you...well, look into these eyes. Remember, I'm the sane one. Thanks to the Reverend Stan, he's pushed ME over the edge. Now, I may not win, but the two of you will be guaranteed to walk funny for weeks. I will do whatever it takes to take you out. I. Will. End. You.

(Edra turns to Sandi who puts down the microphone and together they enter the twins suite as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

We see Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister catching up on the latest batch of promos, when something catches Folz's attention.

MF: Hon, run that back.

Jaime rewinds DK Murphy's promo as we see:

Jan 17, 2013 19:46:37 GMT -5 @dkmurphy said:

I have an agenda here in the OOWF. Matt Folz and Chris Evans are a little higher on that agenda

MF: Listen to me rookie, listen to me very closely. I don't care about Drink and Destroy, I don't care about your Intercontinental Championship, and this is the most important part: I... DON'T....CARE....ABOUT.... YOU. If you want to hold that Championship for a decade and replace the Honky Tonk Man as the greatest Intercontinental Champion of all time, more power to you. I don't give a shit, I have grander ambitions than that.

You see, I'm the next World Champion of this company. And as long as you don't fuck with me, I have absolutely no problem with you, you get a free pass. IF you do however, I'll beat you within an inch of your life. Trust me son, you don't want to face me when I'm motivated. I'm the best wrestler in this company, and if you doubt that, watch what I do to Sharkoff this Wednesday.

Fade

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It's minus three degrees and Stan Fulton is standing outside the arena with his hands in his coat pockets, watching his breath drift off into the distance, his mind deep in thought. Someone from behind brushes up against the ax handle he has tucked under his arm. He pulls it down to his side as Ghosthead, wearing a long black trench coat, dark round sunglasses, white dreadlocks tied to the back of his head, strolls around into view next to him with his hands in his pockets.

SF - What do you want?

Ghost - Relax, Reverend. I'm not here to fight.

SF - If you had any idea how many fights I've gotten into with people who start out by saying "I'm not here to fight".

Ghost - You're carrying a weapon. You should trust it to keep me honest.

SF - I'd trust your word more if you just kept walking.

Ghost - No mood for company I see. I understand now why Chris Evans approached me.

SF - What are you talking about?

Ghost - Back before you found religion.

SF - Whoa hold on a second. Let's just get something straight. You know nothing about me, or when I "found" religion. I've always believed.

Ghost - Yes and I suppose your actions back in your New Guard days reflect this.

SF - I'm not going to stand here and take this from the likes of you.

Ghost - Relax. I above anyone else around here should know the lengths one will go to for their faith.

SF - You and I are nothing alike.

Ghost - Agreed. Which is why I believe Evans asked me to replace you in the New Guard.

SF - HA! Did he now?

Ghost - Oh yes. I was... busy... at the time, but he and I had a tentative agreement that I would replace you. That was soon before the New Guard fell apart. A pity really, what might have been? I guess... God... had another plan.

SF - Cute. What makes you think I care about any conspiracy between you and Chris?

Ghost - I'm simply making an observation, Reverend. You see The New Guard were going pretty strong at the time, but Evans saw in you a weak link. I wasn't really paying close attention to it at the time, but in the last few days I've found time to reflect on this... and he was right.

Stan Fulton smiles.

SF - Hey listen, Ghosty. I've see what you've done here in the OOWF. You're no slouch. Longest reigning Onslaught Champion, Imperial Onslaught winner, nice accomplishments. You're well on your way to being as great here as your brother. But you're not there yet. You're not even close. I am, though. At least I'm way closer than you. You? As good as you are... you're not even in my league. Not even close. Don't talk to me about weakness.

Ghost - Oh... so you measure strength by the number of championships you've won.

SF - Not at all. It's not the number. It's the fruit. It's proof positive that even in my weakness... God... is made strong. I'm not so sure I can say the same thing about you.

Ghosthead pulls his gloved hands out of his pockets and applauds. He smiles as his white breath leaks out from his mouth, turning to black mist, and carried off by a light breeze.

Ghost - Preach on Reverend. I do love me a good sermon. I'll have one of my own to share come Wednesday. Real hard hitting. I promise you ,as well as Mr. Evans of course, will be moved to tears... and blood. Then you too will know... just like everyone else, Reverend... just like everyone else.

SF - I'll save a little prayer for you, junior Mann.

Ghost - Save one for yourself. Judging by your recent actions you might need it. Try not to die before Wednesday.

Ghosthead thrusts his hands back in his coat pockets and walks away.

Fade

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*DK Murphy is in the Destroyitarium, sipping on a pint of Guinness, when Matt Folz's promo airs on OOWF TV. DKM glances to the side, and notices a ninja cameraman*

DKM: Matt Folz, I believe you when you say you no longer care about the Intercontinental Title, and I believe you when you say you don't care about me. You have done a lot more than I have in this company, and you deserve to contend for the World Championship. I don't know if you are the best wrestler here, as you claim, but you are certainly among the best.

*DKM takes another sip from his pint*

DKM: My issues with you, and Evans, and "Reverend Stan", have nothing to do with who owns a belt.

*DKM waves Spenser over, and points to a bottle behind the bar. Spenser pours DK a glass of Bushmills*

DKM: See, I'm an easy-going guy normally. A grandson of a Kerry garsoon like myself might not drink the Protestant whiskey, but I'm what you call ecumenical.

*DKM drinks the whiskey, signals for another*

DKM: So, enjoy your pursuit of the title you want, and enjoy your rivalry with Evans. If you and Fulton cross paths, may the best man win. I really don't care. Eventually, I will meet each of you in the ring or elsewhere*

*DKM drinks another glass of Bushmills*

DKM: Damn, that is smooth! Anyways, my brother in Drink and Destroy, The Kai, and I are facing two men we know very well. They have a lot of talent and impressive histories in this company, but I expect to kick their asses.

Spenser: Another round?

DKM: Thanks, but time for me to work out.

Spenser: You had 2 pints and 2 shots!

DKM: In my family, that's called breakfast.

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<Moose is sitting in the back on a stack of pallets sharpening his scalpel on a whetstone>

January 1, 2012. Some people remember the days their children are born, some people remember the days loved ones pass away, some people remember wedding days, I will always remember that day as the day I broke Alexis Darling’s neck, and nearly ended her life.

<Moose sits silently running his blade across the stone>

After that, do you know I received death threats? People wanted me dead for what I had done. They seethed with rage. I was the worst person in the world, I had nearly ended poor little Lexie’s life.

<Moose goes back to the whetstone, then smirks>

Do you know what that’s like Stan? You do, don’t you.

You remember don’t you Stan? It was about a year later, you and the rest of the New Guard broke Outback Jack’s legs. Damn near crippled him for life, ended his career. You rode high as one of the most hated men in the world. And did you care? No. You didn’t. Just like I didn’t give the slightest shit about what I had done to Alexis. You were an evil man Stan. You ended Jack’s career, you helped put Davin out for months, and you showed not the slightest bit of remorse for what you had done. I respected that.

<Moose goes back to sharpening the blade, lost in thought>

You know what I hate more than anything else in the world? People who think they are better than me. Let me tell you a little story Reverend. When we were kids, Sean would sober up enough to get up on a Sunday morning and put on his Sunday finest. Still reeking of whiskey he would drag us to church. There we would go through all the rituals, all the bullshit that goes with it. We would kneel and pray, hell now and then good ol Sean would even shed a tear. When the pastor asked for those who wanted to be saved, Sean would be the first in line, he would drag us up there and tell us to absolve ourselves in front of the Lord……..or else.

The whole time, we got looks. Everyone knew Sean was a drunk. Everyone knew he beat the shit out of his kids and wife. And I knew half the men in the congregation had been at the bar the night before with Sean and did the same fucking thing, and yet they had the fucking NERVE to look down at us. They though I never heard the whispers, they thought I never heard the comments, “Oh Sean is going to be saved again so he can get a sip of wine!” “check the line to make sure he doesn’t go up twice!” “those Quinn’s are nothing but trash!” I HEARD IT ALL!

And YOU Stan. YOU come back here to the OOWF, and suddenly you have found God, and you are a pious man. You are a good man, and you want us all to forget your past. You want us all to forget the things you have done. You are SORRY for the things you have done.

Well fuck you Stan. I don’t forget. I know who you are. I just watched you try to break Clio’s legs. You’re no different than you were before. You are the same ruthless hunter who broke Jack’s legs, you are the same man who tried to kill Davin. You are the same man that tried to break LD’s arm with your axe handle. You can wrap yourself in the veneer of the Lord all you want, I KNOW you.

<Moose gets quiet and sharpens the scalpel some more>

Stan, repentance is for fools. There is no God. There is no heaven. There is no Hell. There is no room in this world for remorse. Sorrow is for the weak. I saw the look in your eyes when you attacked Clio, it’s still there. All the scripture, all the kneeling in prayer won’t change that, ever.

<Moose takes the scalpel and runs it down his arm leaving a clean cut that sends blood running down his hand and off his fingertips>

Mai, I know none of this scares you. You were raised with Juni, you have seen mankind’s worst. I am not doing this to scare you. I have always said, decisions have consequences. You decided to take up with that false prophet Stan, and there will be consequences for that. Win or lose, none of that matters, what matters is this……..what is more important to the good Reverend? You, or his faith?

Wednesday, I am going to hurt you <Moose licks the blood off his fingers> I am going to make you beg for mercy. And Stan, I want you to see it all, and I want to know what you are going to do about it. Are you going to follow your Good Book and turn the other cheek? Or are you going to reach for that axe handle and try to do what I know is in your black heart. The decision is yours Stanley.

<Moose hops off the pallets as Stank and LD come around the corner>

MHJ: Gentlemen

LD: You’re bleeding

MHJ: <glancing at his arm> So I am. Let’s go have a beer

<Moose laughs maniacally as the three walk off>

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(Clio is in the Power and Glory suite. After catching up on the latest promos on OOWF-TV – and laughing at DK Murphy's “breakfast” – and carefully watching and rewatching Moosehead Jack's promo, she pulls up OOWF On Demand and watches Moose's Taipei Fence Death match with Alexis Darling from New Years Evil 8. Her look changes from sadistic glee to horror to bloodlust and back to sadistic glee as she watches Moose systematically disassemble Lexie in the matches final minutes. She sits back with a satisfied look on her face, but then winces and she reaches down to rub a tender spot on her ankles. She adjusts the massage boots and starts them running again. There's a tap on the door and Edra comes in.)

Edra: I just didn't want to interrupt anything you might have going on.

Clio: No problem. Sunny had to go try to interview someone. Everyone's got something to do.

Edra: So do you. Sit there and heal.

Clio: Sis. Thanks.

Edra: For?

Clio: Those stupid leather covered stone weight boots. Fulton could have ended my...

Edra: ...stop it. Everything came out fine. Besides, I couldn't make those idiots in the ER understand they couldn't cut the boots off. Trying to pull them and cut them just damaged your ligaments more. Otherwise it would have just been soft tissue stuff. But you'll be fine by Monday if you stay off your feet.

Clio: Yeah, Sunny will be back later with dinner and she's gonna keep me company tonight. You?

Edra: I dunno. I might work out, I might go out. Not sure yet.

Clio: Go out, enjoy yourself. You've been hovering over me since this went down.

Edra: I know. I just should have been faster.

Clio: Not your fault. I got all villan-y and took way too long to do the job. Mai just deserves to hurt. She runs off with Stan, abandons us, and then we're the bad guys.

Edra: And Stan taking Dad's side when HE abandoned us. That's bogus.

Clio: Well, looks like we know our next target. That unholy holy trinity. But first, we have a cage match to get ready for.

Edra: Correction, I have a cage match to get ready for. I start, then when I beat my Texican, you join in. If not...

Clio: That's not happening.

Edra: I like the way you think.

(There's a long silence.)

Clio: Sis? Do you ever think Jack gets scared?

Edra: Dunno. Maybe we'll need to ask him. Why?

Clio: I was a little scared back there in the hospital. I didn't know what had happened. I thought at first Fulton had broken my ankles, like he did that Jack guy.

Edra: It's a chance we take. How do you feel now, though.

Clio: I want to give the good Reverend an enema and bury him in a shoebox.

Edra: That's the attitude. I'm gonna get changed.

Clio: Don't hurry, I'm not going anywhere.

Edra: Har Har Har.

(Edra goes into the bedroom and picks up her phone and hits a speed dial. It appears her call has gone to voicemail.)

Edra: Hi, it's Edra. I know you're busy, but I thought you might be able to point me to where I could find some action. I need to...blow off some steam. Call me. Thanks...Jack.

(Edra hangs up the phone and heads for the shower with a deadly serious look on her face as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

Fire is SITTING~! in Ric's Sandwhich Shop, talking on the phone.

FW: Your concern is touching, Omar, but it's fine. It's all in the past......I can so move on................No.....I've thought about it, but I still don't see the point.......no, I haven't told anyone....

Fire is distracted by what appears to be blood dripping onto the napkin in front of her. She calmly takes a sip of coffee without turning around.

FW: Gotta go, Poe. My brother wants to talk to me.....yeah, see ya.

She hangs up.

FW: That's disgusting.

Moose walks around to sit across from her, grinning.

MHJ: How'dya know it was me?

FW: Seriously?

MHJ: What's up with Omar?

FW: Moose, seriously, what do you want. I thought we were supposed to steer clear of each other.

MHJ: That was your idea.

FW: Yes, and it's been great. Nice and peaceful.

MHJ: About your match--

FW: You too? Geezus, I'm not some rookie that's going to just fold because a mean person looks cross-eyed at her.

MHJ: *becoming just a little bit more lucid* This is hardly that situation.

FW: ....

MHJ: ....

FW: Your concern is ALSO touching, albeit a little late.

Fire sips her coffee, indicating in her mind that the conversation is over. Moose smirks and flashes his scalpel. Fire doesn't physically react or flinch.

FW: That's at least more subtle than Happy Deth Bat.

MHJ: Happy Deth Bat leaves raggedy looking ugly scars. This little baby, though....niiiiice and cleeeeean......

Fire just glares at him.

MHJ: Oh, but you know that right? Or did you have all the mirrors removed from your luxury suites?

Fire keeps glaring.

MHJ: All you gotta do. Say the word. *He flashes the scalpel* And I'll take care of him.

Firewoman gathers her trash and cup and starts to leave.

FW: I can handle Ecosystem.

She storms away.

MHJ: *mumbling* Not who I was talking about.

FADE

[wyattcox]

<Moose catches up with Fire as she is going down the hall>

FW: Seriously?

MHJ: When did you get so hateful

FW: When my brother tried to kill me? Do you recall that?

MHJ: I also recall YOU trying to kill me....

<Fire starts to say something, but Moose cuts her off>

MHJ: And don't even give me the self defense bullshit. Look........will you fucking STOP for a second?

<Fire stops and turns and looks at Moose>

MHJ: Look, whether you want to believe it or not, what is in the past is in the past. Our matches, the whole thing with Patrick, it's over. There are no hard feelings on my part, just like with Stank, it was what it was. If you want to accept that, fine, if not, fine. It's not like I'm going to just leave

FW: Even if you did, you would just come back

MHJ: That again?

FW: Seriously, what do you want, I have to watch more tape on Eco

MHJ: I need a favor

<Fire just stares at Moose>

FW: You're kidding, right? Let me guess, you want a title shot

MHJ: I want that title, whether its from you or not doesn't matter, but that is not what I am asking

FW: Then spill it

MHJ: Go to Selena and ask for a match. A tag match. Against Eco and Mai

FW: Ok, and my partner would be.....

MHJ: <grinning> Me

FW: <staring incredulously> You cannot be serious

MHJ: As serious as I'm standing here

FW: You ask her

MHJ: She won't give me anything, she is pissed that I am back

FW: She's not the only one

MHJ: Seriously, let it go

FW: Why would I team with you? So you can abandon me and let the Muyo's murder me?

MHJ: One, Mai would never let that happen. Two, remember what Selena said, if I do ANYTHING to cause you to lose that title, I don't get another title shot of any kind, EVER. And since I want that world title, leaving you for dead would be a bit counterproductive on my part now wouldn't it

FW: I don't know.......

MHJ: Look, one match. Alex doesn't have to get in too much of a twist over it. One and done, then you go your way, I go mine. But for one night only, the Quinn's can do what the Quinn's do best.

<Fire stares at Moose for a moment considering it, the faintest of smiles creeps across her lips>

FW: I'll think about it

MHJ: Fair enough

<Moose turns and walks away, Fire lingers for a moment, then heads in the other direction>

[wyattcox]

FADE in outside after Ghosthead has left Stan Fulton still standing. Fulton has his iPhone out and has been watching OOWF-TV. He’s smiling. His breath steams with every word. As someone from Minnesota, he’s in his element. Calm as a winter morning and just as cold.

“Moose, Moose, Moose. How typical of you. You always do the same things. You’re so predictable. You know. If I was of a mind to take revenge upon you, it’d be so easy. You always do the same things.

“Like claim everyone thinks they’re better than you and they’re not and you’re going to prove that and yadda, yadda, yadda. Dear Lord, turn the page already. Oh right, that next page is full of you tormenting your sister and trying to make her think you actually care about her versus Juni.

“You want to play those games, and they are just games, you go right ahead. You want to threaten that you’ll hurt Mai during your match? Make the threats. Mai’s a big girl and everyone in this business knows the next match might be their last.

“Mai and I spoke at length last night about this. She knows that if I jump every time she’s in danger, that makes her a liability to me. So we’ve both determined that it won’t happen again.

“She’ll make more of an effort to never walk alone. I don’t come running every time one of you slime comes calling. Juni and I concentrate on being the best tag team this company has right now. Mai concentrates on a singles titles.

“So, Moose, bring it on. You want to take on Mai. She’s ready for you too. She’s not one of those terror-filled people you usually pick on. She wouldn’t be in the OOWF if she wasn’t.

“And to answer you obligatory question, I don’t think I’m better than you. I know you’re a first ballot hall of famer, Grand Slam champion, six-pack Champion, well known wrestlers on multiple continents. But you’re still slime. You and those whores you run with.

“Oh don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you, Clio and Edra. Nice mouths you use, spouting that language. You kiss your father with those mouths? Oh that’s right. You can’t give your father a kiss on the cheek anymore. Your father tossed you out on your asses and doesn’t want anything to do with you. Because you’re not good enough for him anymore. And everything you do is a pitiful attempt to try prove him wrong. Under “daddy issues” in the psychiatrists’ manual it says “see Clio and Edra.”

“Rant and rave all you want about your revenge on me. Believe me when I say you don’t scare me whatsoever. I’m ready to face God. Are you?

“Jared, I’m not sure why you’re getting involved in this and I’m not sure what you’re trying to provoke, but you should know better. Take a page from your brother and know when to just shut up and stay out of the way. Stank knows when it’s appropriate to get involved and when it’s not. As I said, I can respect that we both believe in our respective faiths. I’m not so close minded that there can’t be more than one belief. But that doesn’t mean I won’t beat you down in that ring if you want.

“Now it’s my turn to offer a hand to someone. Firewoman. No, I’m not demanding a title shot or anything like that. I know you still have questions and confusion about things. I offer nothing more than an ear to bend. If you ever feel like talking things out without prejudice and without psychological interests... not to mention without familial pressures... call on me anytime.

“Frankly that goes for anyone. Except for Moose, Clio and Edra. I’m not perfect and never claimed to be. You three can all burn for all I care.”

Fulton pulls his hat a bit lower over his ears and takes the axe handle out from under his arm.

“Anyone who feels slighted with me or has issues with me, get in line. I’ll be waiting.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[wyattcox]

(Clio and Sunny are on the couch cuddling....well, as good as they can with Clio's legs up and the air boots and ice packs. Edra quietly slips in, her t-shirt and jeans spattered with blood, but her entrance is noted by Clio.)

Clio: Have a fun time?

Edra: Yeah, it seems to finally click. I feel a whole lot better.

Clio: I'm sure. Wish I could have joined you. Get cleaned up, I've got something for you to see.

Edra: OK, right back.

(Edra dashes into her room, and Sunny decides to call it a night and hugs Clio and leaves, though not before Clio steals a long lingering kiss. Edra comes out in her pajamas and heads right for the couch.)

Edra: Take it off.

Clio: Hey, I'm not a Darling.

Edra: I mean the boots and ice, let's see how you're doing.

Clio: OK, and while I'm getting this done, watch Reverend Stan.

(Clio turns on Reverend Stan's promo on OOWF-TV while she sheds the rehab gear. Edra laughs and shakes her head.)

Edra: He bitches about our language and then he calls us whores? Tries to claim we have Daddy Issues? What an asshat. Honestly, Chad's not that much of a jerk, and I can't stand him.

Clio: Yeah, and after all the crap he's pulled in the past, and he tries to hold himself out there as an example. Just like the Darlings. Anyone who'd take any advice from him in this state would be absolutely insane...a lot like he is.

Edra: Yeah, I liked him a lot better when he was concussed. Well, here's hoping that when our time comes with the right Reverend Asshat, we can take that ax handle of his....

Clio: Again?

Edra: Polish it up really nice....

Clio: Gimmick infringement....

Edra: And Voila! Dick on a stick.

Clio: Much better.

Edra: OK, let me check your feet and ankles.

(Edra cautiously manipulates Clio's legs and ankles. Just an occasional flinch from Clio indicates any pain whatsoever.)

Edra: Now the acid test. Stand up.

Clio: (Carefully standing) No tap dancing.

Edra: I'm sure. How does it feel.

Clio: A little tender around the ankles, but prickly on the bottom of the feet, like pins and needles.

Edra: Good, pretty much normal. Pain?

Clio: Just Fulton, and that's significantly higher up.

Edra: I think we'll try a light workout in the morning.

Clio: Good, I'm getting bored in here all day.

Edra: Just take it easy, this is going to be a rough stretch. Three top level matches in eight days.

Clio: Oh dammit, I forgot about next week's Pay Per View.

Edra: Yeah, you know the Texicans are just laughing their asses off over this Fulton thing.

Clio: Damn, sis, I'm sorry. If I had any idea...

Edra: That's OK, we didn't know how off his rocker the good Reverend Asshat was. The part that he should be happy about is we're not lawsuit crazy like he was when he first came in here.

Clio: Talk about your boy named Sue.

Edra: OK, let's get you to bed and then we'll hit the gym in the morning.

Clio: Thanks, sis. You're really the best.

(Edra helps Clio to her room, then disappears into her own room as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

*Minutes after Stan Fulton's promo, DK Murphy walks in front of him*

DKM: What you said about people who have issues with you, Reverend Stan...

SF: Yes...

DKM: Count me as one of them. I don't feel any obligation to tell you, or any one else why, but I intend to tell the truth, as best I can, here and everywhere else. You, Evans, and Folz don't necessarily deserve the truth, in my book, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I have issues with a number of people here in the OOWF. I'm young, I'm motivated, and I have a lot of time ahead of me. This week I have a match to attend to, but I'm not forgetting my agenda. I know you are not going to fear me, but you should.

*DKM walks away*

[wyattcox]

*fade-in to Stan Fulton, who is now inside the arena*

Evans: Well, what have we here?

Fulton: Evans, I am really not in the mood to speak to such evil.

E: Really? That’s too bad, since I’m kinda in a bit of a talking mood. You should probably do yourself a favor and ask God for a miracle, because that’s the only that Ghost and I are letting you out of that ring without you getting the beating of your life. And if we don’t take you out there, I’m sure Moose won’t have any issues in finishing the job.

F: Chris, I know that deep down, you’re still a decent guy, and…

E: You know what? Save the holier-than-thou speech, Stan. Quit telling us all that we’re all the children of God. But while we’re at that subject, can ya try talking to God and telling him that he’s way behind on my child support payments?

*Fulton is seething at this*

E: Aw, whats wrong? Can’t take a little blasphemy? What happened to you? The Stan Fulton that used to run with me smashed Outback Jack’s legs and took him out of action permanently. You showed no remorse. You won titles, you had aggression…you had balls. And how has God helped you out? What have you done since coming back? I’ll tell you what, you’ve done two things. Jack and shit.

F: I have already sinned against God for what I did to Clio, so it’s for that reason that I’ll turn the other cheek here. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you can’t be saved. Maybe you’re just like that piece of scum Moosehead Jack. Maybe you are hell-bound.

E: I never asked to be saved. I’ve having way too much fun. Besides, that Heaven place seems too boring for me. Too many rules. And if I am going to hell, well, Flame On.

*Fulton seems like he’s about to hit the roof, but he is able to keep his composure enough to walk away*

E: And if you see that DK Murphy asshole anywhere, tell him he knows where to find me.

*fade to black*

[wyattcox]

FADE in later when Fulton is back in his suite of rooms. There's a knock on the door. Fulton opens it and there's Ecosystem.

E: "Why are you always so angry?"

SF: "I don't know. It's like someone else is taking control of me and making me speak other things."

Kayfabe comes down the hallway.

SF: "Sorry, Kay. Anyway. I guess I wasn't myself."

E: "Thanks for what you did for Mai."

SF: "It had to be done. I guess it was my time to get my hands dirty again."

E: "This business doesn't allow really nice people. Take a look at Chad and Zane. They're two of the biggest faces in this company. And they took out Power & Glory with baseball bats. There are no white hats in this business, Stan. I've been trying to tell you that."

Fulton sighs.

SF: "Perhaps you're right. So I have to either put the cassock away for a while or put off my dreams."

E: "God will forgive you, Stan. You know this."

SF: "I do."

Fulton goes back to his room and a few minutes later comes back without the priest garb and with his old flannel shirt and axe handle in his hand.

SF: "I guess the Crusher has returned."

E: "Enjoy the pain, everyone."

FADE

[wyattcox]

*OOWF Gym*

Power & Glory are working with some local jobbers are just finishing off a pair as Clio continues to slowly work her ankle into wrestling shape. The two most recent jobbers slide out of the ring as the masked Canadian Mounties jump up onto the apron. Edra does some nice mat work on both the Mounties until Clio calls for the tag. She makes her way into the ring as she begins to test out the ankle a bit more. Suddenly Canadian Mountie 2 comes into the ring from behind and chops Clio right in the ankle. Edra tries to jump in the ring but she's SUPERKICKED coming into the ring by Mountie 1. Canadian Mountie 2 lifts Clio up and drops her with the Ric Flair esque knee-drop before quickly rolling her over and locking in a CLOVERLEAF. Mountie 1 gets into a punch battle with Edra after she gets up from the Superkick, until finally Edra is able to duck under a punch and she's able to push Mountie 2 off her sister who is groaning in agony. The mounties retreat to the outside of the ring where Quorra enters the gym carrying the OOWF World Tag Team Titles and a microphone. She walks over towards the Mounties and Alex and Lexie remove the masks.

Alexander: Hello ladies.

Lexie: Damn...sucks when people attack you when you don't expect it right.

Alexander: We're not heroes. We never claimed to be anything more than what we are.

Lexie: And what we are right now are the OOWF World Tag Team Champions.

Alexander: This isn't about Mai. Hell, this isn't even about you two refusing to shut the fuck up when it comes to us. This is about making sure the fact that you're still not able to compete on our level is absolutely clear.

Lexie: Seriously, you're going to claim this is personal and it isn't. You're going to claim we're afraid of you and we're not. You're going to claim that things are aligned against you and they aren't. As your new "mentor" likes to say...actions have consequences ladies.

Alexander: So, when the time comes and we're in that ring together...I want you two to be crystal clear on a simple fact...WE ARE BETTER THAN YOU.

Lexie: Because, well, we're the Darlings, and you're just not.

Alexander: Booyah, bitches.

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

(Sunny is pushing Clio back to the suites in a wheelchair, followed by a raging Edra.)

Edra: Those freaking asswipes want to make sure we don't make it out of that cage.

Clio: I want roast Darling on a spit about now.

Edra: Patience, Texans first. We need to get you back into a little better shape for Wednesday.

Clio: They're worried. They think that we're a threat. Why else would they come after us.

Edra: Because they're all running buddies. That old Run DEA Bunch never gives up. They think they're so goody goody. Meadow Muffins.

Clio: Yeah, it reeks of desperation. First the Texicans break out the ball bats, now their buddies the Darlings come after us. Maybe we are better than they want to admit. How often do the champs go after someone that doesn't even have a title match? Yet. What's next, Moreland breaks out the Ski Mask and Clangy Pole?

Edra: Well, let's get you into bed and get the ice packs out while I look over the MRI's.

Clio: Edra, before we do that...can we hit the focus room?

Edra: (smiling) Focus past the pain? Better than trying to drug it down. Sure. Sunny, would you excuse us?

Sunny: Sure, I'll be back in a few minutes.

(Edra wheels Clio into the focus room and Sunny takes off as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

<Edra comes out of the locker room quite a bit later, and Moose is standing there>

Edra: Jack. Good to see you.....I was just going to grab some food

<Moose doesn't say anything, he just hands Edra a piece of paper. Edra's unfolds it and her eyes get wide>

Edra: Is this.......

<Moose just grins, Edra looks at the paper then back at the room, not sure what to do>

MHJ: Go now, you need this. Tell them you know me..........and remember, don't get greedy

<Edra nods, almost bursting with excitement, then heads down the hall, Moose walks into the room>

Clio: Edra, I was thinking, why don't we just order in and.........Jack! Where is......

MHJ: She had something to do. Thought I would stop by and see how you are doing

Clio: <nearly spitting her words> those fucking Darlings. And the damn Texans.......I HATE them! I want them to bleed, no one, NO ONE has ever done this to me......

MHJ: May be the first time, won't be the last

<Moose sits back in the chair and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and takes a long swig, then offers it to Clio, she hesitates for a moment, then takes a drink and hands the bottle back. Moose pulls out a cigar and looks at Clio>

MHJ: You mind?

Clio: Nope. Dad used to smoke them when he......well, anyway

<Moose lights up and takes several deep drags on the cigar, then looks at Clio, she meets his stare>

MHJ: The answer is no

Clio: <immediately recognizing what he is talking about> Never?

MHJ: Once. I hadn't been in Japan long, and Poe and I were working a match against two well known guys. The one Poe was facing off with was a good guy, eager to help the kids, that kind of thing. The one that I was facing hated Americans. HATED them. Thought they could never be as good as the worst Japanese wrestler. At the time, Poe and I were getting over as some major heels, and he resented the fuck out of it. So he stiffs me out of the ring, and I hit the floor hard, saw stars. He jumps off the apron and slams a knee to the back of my skull, even more stars. Then the fucker picks me up and dumps me head first through a table. I had no time to even TRY and save myself and landed hard on my neck and shoulder. Got a stinger, couldn't fucking move. I thought I was paralyzed. The cocksucker saw I wasn't moving and decided to land a couple kicks to the head too, just to teach the kid a lesson. Working stiff is one thing, and its something I will never complain about. But I couldn't even defend myself. Finally the referee sees something is wrong and pulls him off and calls to the back. They bring out a gurney and load me up, I couldn't feel anything from the neck down. Like I said, it was only a stinger, but I didn't know that until later that night. I was scared, I thought that was it for me.

<Clio is just staring at Moose>

After that, I vowed I would never fear another man, I would never show an ounce of fear in a match because fear is weakness. When a wild animal hunts, it can smell fear. When it smells fear, the battle is half over, the victim is done and doesn't even know that. Since that day, there has never been an opponent I have faced that I fear in that ring. None.

Clio: Not Alex. Not Fire. Not Stank?

MHJ: No. In Fire and Stank's situation, respect. I know what they can do. In Alex's case........I know what he can do, but I have no respect for him at all, and he has none for me. In every match I go in there knowing there is the very real chance I die in that ring. It is going to happen. Whether it is at MidWeek Mayhem or some gym in front of twelve people, that is how it is going down

Clio: so you wrestle as if every match is your last

MHJ: No fear, no hesitation. You can't worry about what your tag team partner might think, you can't worry about what those idiot fans might think. If you think of it, do it. Don't hesitate

Clio: <somewhat in disbelief> Not even against Fire?

MHJ: <sitting back taking a drag off the cigar and a long drink from the bottle> Fire was the closest I have come since that match in Japan. Fire is a dangerous woman when pushed too far. That's why I always laugh when others try to corner her. That is NOT what you want, despite what you think, but that is not only what I wanted, but what I needed. For both of us. That last match, someone could have died.

Clio: Would you do it again?

MHJ: In a second

Clio: Why?

MHJ: You know that saying from the movie, "Did you ever dance with the Devil in the pale moon light?"

Clio: yeah

MHJ: I did and it was the most amazing thing ever. Two people fighting for their lives, no regard for their own personal safety, no concern what the fans, or anyone else in the back though. That.......that right there was cage fighting on a grander scale. That was legalized slaughter. And there is only one way for me to get that rush again

Clio: How?

MHJ: I have to win that world title. THEY will be coming after me. and I will mow them down, one by one. Puddles of blood and broken bones where once a mighty challenger stood. And I want the Saints by my side. Nothing can stop us

Clio: Does it bother you that it was your sister?

MHJ: On the contrary, that made it even better. There was years of unspoken shit between us. She resented me because I never made it to New York or Philly. She was mad because I was Ket in Japan and did nothing for her. She was mad because she thinks I was the one that stabbed her........

Clio: Did you?

MHJ: No I did not. I was mad with her for some of the shit she had done in Japan, and some of the shit that went down during the Five, and then sure as helll for what went on with Alex. It had been building for fifteen years or more. And it all came to a head. Pure, unadulterated rage, and the matches showed.

Clio: They were the most brutal matches I have ever seen. <grinning> I want some of my own

MHJ: They will come in time.

Clio: Whatever happened to the guy in Japan?

MHJ: funny thing. We went back years later, after I was with the OOWF, and he comes up to me and tells me he is a big fan, evidently hoping I would forget what happened. He asked for a match, so we faced one another. Somehow or another, he took a tombstone off the apron to the floor. Broke his neck. Last I heard he was being fed through a straw in some Japanese convalescence home. that's the other thing, don't ever forget. You can forgive if you want, but never, ever forget. And when the time comes for payback, take it every single time.

Clio: The reverend Stan is going to pay

MHJ: He already has. He is now the Crusher again. Just as I wanted. Stan, at some point you and I will be in that ring together, and I don't want some docile man of god willing to turn the other cheek, you do that and I will cut that sonofabitch off. I want the Crusher. the Dropline. I want the Stan Fulton that came to the OOWF full of piss and vinegar. I got him a lot faster than I thought I would. <downing his bottle and finishing his cigar> This is going to be fun

<Moose and Clio laugh and Moose gets comfortable and they watch OOWF TV, watching the Darling's sneak attack over and over again. After several hours, Edra comes back, bloody but exhilirated.

Clio: WHAT THE HE.........ohhhh. How was it?

Edra: OH........MY.......GOD! <turning to Moose> How can I repay you?

<Moose just shrugs, then nods to both the girls and walks out of the room. Edra gives Clio a funny look>

Clio: Sit down, you have to see this, I found out some stuff from Jack, we can totally use for the focus room.......

<fade>

[wyattcox]

~~~ Chad & Zane are watching OOWF TV. They see this and turnd towards the ninjacam ~~~

Jan 20, 2013 21:58:12 GMT -5 Alexander Darling said:

Lexie: ...actions have consequences ladies.

Zane: Sound familiar girls?

Chad: You mess with the bull long enough, you're gonna get the horns. And not just with us it seems.

~~~ They both take swigs of Aquafina and we fade....~~~