OOWF Dance of Death 9 (1/27) Live from Hell, MI

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OOWF Dance of Death 9
Live from Hell, Michigan
Sunday, January 27th 2013


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Firewoman (c) vs. Ghosthead vs. Stan Fulton vs. Chris Evans

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Darlings (c) vs. Stank & LD Williams vs. Banned from Everywhere vs. Texpress?

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
DK Murphy (c) vs. Rabbit Mask vs. Matt Folz

OOWF Onslaught Title Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Ecosystem vs. The Kai vs. Mai Muyo


Danny Taylor vs. Comrade Sharkoff vs. Davin Moreland vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
Jeremy Punswick vs. Rap Master MC Freestyle
Amazing_Jos vs. Sven Favre


Card subject to pigs flying.

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*Quebec Hospital*

Selena Gomez is at the hospital awaiting word on the conditions of Power & Glory, Chad Madison, Zane Myers, and Mai Muyo. She looks concerned as numerous doctors and nurses are scurrying back and forth from room to room and bringing equipment as necessary where it is needed. She notices an INC filming nearby.

GM Selena: I haven't heard anything yet. I seriously can't believe the risks these people take. Sometimes I think they're all insane and I have no idea why I stick around. Then I realize I like the insanity but this might be too much. I know you want to know about Dance of Death but I'm still waiting for word on the status of everyone. I'll update the website as necessary.

*Fade*

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A while later, after Selena gets back to her office.

We see Matt Folz checking this weeks lineup and then angrily storming into Selena's office.

GMS: Fatt Rolz, this isn't the time, way too much going on.

MF: I couldn't care less, you will listen to what I have to say. Now I know you aren't bright, so I'll speak very slowly so you can try and understand me. I DO NOT CARE about the Intercontinental Championship. Stop putting me in matches for it and for that matter stop wasting my time by putting me in matches with losers like Sharkoff. I can accept that I haven't quite earned a Wolrd Championship shot yet, but this is rediculous. From now on, I only want to be put in matches with the best wrestlers: LD, Stank, Stan, hell even Evans and Darling.... not that those two are top contenders anymore, but at least they'll give me a workout. I'm done with you and the executive board fucking with me and wasting my time and my skills.

GMS: You don't seem to understand something here. I am the general manager of this company, not you. You'll wrestle who I tell you, when I tell you. Now, it's been a long night and I have a ton to do, so Chuckles..

C: Juh?

GMS: Show him out of my office please.

Folz picks up Chuckles and hits him with a picture perfect head and arm Folzplex, you can hear his head hit the floor with a hard thunk.

MF: I don't feel like you're taking me seriously enough here, bitch. Things ARE going to change around here, and if they don't.... well, that won't end up so well for you. Oh, and one more thing. Tell your has been of a husband that if he has a problem with how I'm talking to you, he can come out of retirement and I'll kick his ass too. Have a nice day.

Folz storms out of the office and slams the door as we FADE

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(Wyatt and Mary Lou are hosting a political event at the American Sunrise complex. Suddenly Clancey comes bursting in and dashes up to Wyatt. He whispers something in his ear and Wyatt looks annoyed. He turns to his guests.)

Wyatt: Excuse me, Mr Mayor, I'll be right back, my love.

Mary Lou: Something wrong?

Wyatt: No, just an annoyance I need to handle. I'll be right back.

(Wyatt leaves the Great Room and goes to his office, where Dr Flynn is waiting.)

Wyatt: OK, what's the emergency.

Dr Flynn: It's your daughters.

Wyatt: What did they do now, gut Selena, attack Moose, break Alexis' legs?

Clancy: Sir, you have to see this.

(The big screen TV rolls down and plays the ending of the cage match. Wyatt is stunned and shocked. After a minute he picks up a phone.)

Wyatt: Come on, answer. Fuck. Moose, how are they? Where are they? Call me.

(Wyatt hangs up the phone and dials another number.)

Wyatt: Selena, what. It's Wyatt. What? Nothing? Let me know.

(Wyatt hangs up the phone as Dr Flynn hands him a piece of paper.)

Dr Flynn: Their phone in their room.

Wyatt: How did you...

Dr Flynn: Connections. No condition posted, though.

(Wyatt dials the number and someone answers.)

Wyatt: Hello? Hello? This is Clio and Edra's father. How are they? Can't talk? But how are they? Hello? Hello?

(Wyatt slams the phone down)

Wyatt: DAMN! Find me out something NOW!

Dr Flynn: I'll work on it. Meanwhile...

(Dr Flynn hands Wyatt a pill and a glass of water.)

Wyatt: What's this?

Dr Flynn: Can't go back to your guests like this. I thought you should know, just in case.

Wyatt: (Takes the pill) Keep me posted.

(Wyatt leaves the room as the scene shifts to the hospital. Moosehead Jack is hanging up the phone. We see Edra still unconscious and on monitors, and Clio, her legs packed in ice and obviously groggy from medication. She turns to Moose.)

Clio: Who was it, Jack?

Moose: Wrong number. Don't worry. You two will be OK. Better than ever, actually. Just rest. I'll sit here a while.

Clio: How's Zane

Moose: I think you can safely say, mission accomplished.

(Clio smiles, leans back and closes her eyes, and Moose gets that maniacal grin as he looks at his phone, deletes the voicemail, and puts the phone away as we...)

FADE

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Fire is at the hospital checking on various friends, steering clear of Moose, Clio, and Edra. She walks down the hall and gives Bridgette a paper cup of coffee. Bridgette nods appreciatively. Fire continues down the hall and turns a corner to a room where Mai Muyo is. She looks in the window to the room, and then she becomes aware of a person behind her, as she sees Ecosystem's reflection in the glass. She turns around.

FW: Hey.

Eco: Hey....it's nice of you to come. She really likes you.

FW: She's a good kid.

Eco: ....

FW: ....

Eco: So, awkward.....

FW: Yeah, well....I'll give you your privacy.

Fire turns to walk away.

Eco: Fire...

FW: Yeah?

Eco: Thanks for being Mai's friend....

FW: I'm not really...I just wore this stupid bracelet because--

Eco: Well...thank you for not holding my sins against her.

FW: Yeah...well...while we're at it...thanks for tonight....with Ghosthead....

Eco: No prob.....

FW: .....

Eco: .....

FW: Back to the awkward...

Eco: So are we good? I mean--

FW: Juni....I don't know...I don't think it'll ever be gone, but....yeah...maybe. As good as it's going to get anyway...

Eco: Okay....okay....I can accept that....

FW: .........me too....

Firewoman and Ecosystem stand there awkwardly for a bit more, before Firewoman nods at him. He nods back, and then goes in to Mai's room. Firewoman goes back down the hall towards Zane and Chad.

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Moments later....Fire is walking back and Moose comes out of Clio's room.

MHJ: Hiya sis! Kinda nice we aren't the one's laying all over the hospital for a change.

FW: You're in a good mood.

MHJ: Why wouldn't I be?

FW: Good question. So....what you did to Mai....that's an action, right?

MHJ: That's an understatement.

FW: But you agree then.

MHJ: I suppose but--

Moose is interrupted by Fire shoving him hard against the wall. He bounces off and then Fire picks him up and body slams him through a catering table that seems to be there with literature on National Cervical Cancer Awareness Week. Fire stands back to admire her handiwork.

FW: Consequences.

Fire walks back to Bridgette and Chad.

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<Moose picks himself up and watches Fire walk down the hall and starts laughing>

MHJ: Fire defending a Muyo. Now I've seen everything.

<Moose turns around and Eco is standing there before him, Moose grins>

MHJ: Hiya Eco

<Eco closes his eyes and paces for a minute>

Eco: It is taking every fiber of my being not to destroy you right now, but I am trying to change. I am trying to change for Stan, for myself........and for Mai. Moose........the old Eco would have eviscerated you by now.......

<Moose steps close to Eco and snarls>

MHJ:......the old Eco would have tried. I am not one of THEM Eco, your crazy does not scare me at all. You want to bring out the old ghosts <Moose steps back and spreads his arms out> Here I am

<Eco glares and shakes a little, then gets his breathing under control>

Eco: I made a promise. Though I will only be pushed so far.

<Eco turns to walk away, but Moose grabs his arm and pulls him close>

MHJ: Juni......decisions have consequences.........you think I forgot what you did to my sister? Consider yourself lucky your sister is upstairs in a suite, and not down in the basement.

<Eco and Moose glare at one another for a moment, then Moose lets go and laughs and turns and heads down the hall>

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*LBCW Unified Heavyweight Champion, Amazing Jos, walks in to the office of LBCW owner Billy Corgan. Jos is wearing a snazzy suit and has his trademark Aviator shades on. The LBCW title is comfortably slung over his shoulder.

*Both men shake hands and take a seat to discuss, "business".

Corgan: I'm not gonna lie, I don't like those guys over there and how they do business, but everyone on my roster have my blessing to do business with whoever they want, as long as it isn't on the day of one of our shows.

Jos: I respect that, thank you.
*Bites lip and inhales for a sec*
I just don't want you to think i'm doing this to spite you. I built this company off my back since day 1 and busted my ass to become "Da Man". I helped shut down the xGw invasion and I was the man to Unify the xGw and LBCW title. You should know by now that even though everyone wants to believe i'm trouble in this company, this is MY HOUSE.

Corgan: Then why are you working for Selena?

Jos: *Seems a little shocked by the question, almost as if he hadn't thought about it*

Uh... I don't know... I guess, now that I've been Champ for a lil bit, it's time to really test if i'm truly the best out there. Being the best in LBCW is good, but being the best in other companies kinda feeds the ego a lil bit.

Corgan: It's not a walk in the park out there. There are quite a few that don't take shit from any one in OOWF.

Jos: What are they gonna do? Fight me about it? L-O-L'z bro, that's why we're in tha "biz"!

Corgan: Jose, you don't understand. Firewoman, Moosehead Jack, Ghost Head, Chris Evans,.... these people aren't ones you simply dismiss.

Jos: Firewoman? Moosehead Jack? Ghost Head? Shit sounds as ridickuless as "Shaft". And I thought Beardogg and Orgasmatron were funky names.

Corgan: If I were you, I would do my homework and take this seriously. How long until your first match?

Jos: Uh.... Sunday?

Corgan: *Hand over forehead in disappointment* You're barely telling me this?

Jos: It was last minute! I still haven't even cut a promo for them yet!

Corgan: I hope you and Puns know what you are doing.

Jos: Wait, what do you mean "Me and Puns"?

Corgan: Punswick gave me notice he was joining OOWF too. I thought you guys were going in together?

Jos: Pussy face is joining too!? Gaaaaaaaayy!

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~~~ Just outside the La Tuque Hospital, Chad Madison, Bridgette and Selena stand before a throng of reporters ~~~

Chad: I'd like to say thank you to the overwhelming number of cards, flowers and well-wishes we have received since last night's match. Zane is conscious and appreciates the gestures.

Reporter 1: Will he be cleared to wrestle on Sunday?

Selena: No. His internal injuries are too severe.

Reporter 2: How long will he be hospitalized?

Bridgette: We're not sure at this point. The damage is severe, but his body strength and conditioning has kept this from being life threatening. As soon as he can be, I'm having him transferred to Methodist Hospital in San Antonio.

Reporter 3:What does this mean for the PPV Match?

Selena: At this point, Texpress will not be part of the match. I'm considering other options for the 4th slot in that match.

Reporter 1: Power & Glory?

Selena: Assuming they are cleared to wrestle, that would be a natural choice.

Reporter 2: So Chad, what does this mean for you?

Chad: I'm still part of the OOWF. I'll compete as a single until Zane is ready to return.

Reporter 3: No idea how long that will be?

Bridgette: At this time, he is out indefinitely.

Selena: And because Chad won't be able to get the Title shot

Chad: Championship

Bridgette: Championship

Selena:... Championship match he had earned, I'm putting him into the Intercontinental Ti.. Championship Match against Rabbit Mask, Matt Folz & DK Murphy

~~~ Chad stares at Selena, half annoyed and half amused ~~~

Reporter 2: So are you going to dedicate your match on Sunday to Zane?

Chad: No. Zane would think that was corny. he's also tell me he wasn't dead yet, and to go out there and win the match for myself. No more questions, I'm going back in to check on my partner.

~~~ Chad and Bridgette walk off ~~~

Selena: Thank you all for coming. I'll have more details as they come available.

~~~ Fade ~~~
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(On I-90 between Erie and Cleveland we see...



...speeding away with SFJ Sandi at the wheel. INCy flies up to the window and we see SFJ Sunny in the back tending to Edra and Clio who are on beds in the converted bus. Sunny sees INCy and opens a window and waves him in.)

Sunny: He finally made it.

Sandi: Well, we didn't give him much of a description.

Sunny: OK, let me try this. This is Sunny and I'm on board a bus taking Power and Glory to Hell Michigan for this weekend's Pay Per View. (whispering)Edra, wake up, INCy's here.

Edra: (Groggy and obviously out of it, but sitting up unsteadily) Oh, Hiiiii INCyyyy. So good to Seee youuuu.

Sandi: I don't think this is a good idea.

Sunny: Tell everyone the extent of your injuries.

Edra: Sure thing, Sunnyyypooo. You know, itsssss tooo bad that sis has the hots for youuuu. You're sooo swwweeet. Too nice for her. HEY, CLIO! Say HI to INCyyyy.

(Edra reaches over and grabs Clio's hair and she opens her eyes groggily)

Clio: Hi INCy. Hi Sunny Honey Bunny. Goodnight.

(Edra drops Clio's head and she goes right back to sleep.)

Edra: Sis can't handle her medss. Anyway, she's got a lump on her head the size of Akron. Come to think of it, so do I ... hahahhahhahhahhaha … anyway, her ankles are still hurting, my back and hips hurt but the MRI doesn't show any major damage. A little tweaking of the back and neck, but it shouldn't be bad once I get another little napppypoo.

Sunny: GM Selena says that due to the injury to Zane that you and your sister are being considered for the fourth slot.

Edra: Reeeely? Hey Sis, will we be ready to go on Sunday?

Clio: (Doesn't move) Daaaamn skippy sis.

Edra: Selena, sweeety, I'm sorry I yelled at you, thanks for the chance. We'll do the besst we can. A workout or two and we'll give it all we can.

Sunny: But what about the pain.

Edra: Our pain is temporary. The pain we dish out is what we live for. Now if you don't mind, I have some sleeping to get back to.

Sunny: There you hear it, Power and Glory say they'll be ready for the Dance of Death Tag Team Title Match

Clio: (Still not moving)Championship

Edra: Championshit..Championship (Giggling)Did I say Championshit?

Clio: Silly sis.

Edra: Oh shut up. You don't even know how to treat your hot woman here. (Putting her arm around Sunny) She loves you to death.

Sunny: Not now...INCy...

Edra: Hey everyone, Clio loves her Sunny! Even though she's got the hots for...

Clio: (Still not moving) Sis, if I have to get up from here, we'll see how well you fit through one of those windows at 85 miles an hour.

Sunny: We're not going that...

Sandi: Bad idea. We are.

Sunny: What?

Sandi: How else will we make it to Hell with all these toll stops.

Edra: Are we through Cleveland yet.

Sandi: No, Edra.

Edra: (Takes another pill) I don't wanna be conscious going through that dump. Vicodenland, here I come....

(Edra lays back down, and Sunny rearranges the ice packs around both the twins legs, necks, and backs, and moves up next to Sandi.)

Sandi: We're gonna get fired for this, you know.

Sunny: Would you have just left them?

Sandi: No. They're good kids, and you love that Clio.

Sunny: Drive, Thelma.

Sandi: You got it, Louise.

(The bus continues toward the haze of Cleveland as we...)

FADE

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*DK Murphy is in a back room behind the Destroyitarium, looking at the Intercontinental Title belt*

DKM: To be honest, I didn't expect to win this belt so soon. I have so much respect for the wrestlers who have held this before me, including Matt Folz, who I hate, that I will do my best to defend it. Chad Madison, I'm sorry your partner is down. We'll both bring it. Rabbit Mask, whatever. Folz, let's do it!

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We come up in the Destroyatorium, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro sitting at a table, the camera catches them mid conversation.

DVD: I'm telling you, If you could have hit a t-bone at that point, he would have been easy pickings for an Indian deathlok.

Danny shrugs his shoulders, and motions his hands in a reverse direction.

DVD: It's not so easy to reverse when Fire locked it on me during training.

Both men laugh, but their laughter is interrupted by Ashley turning off the TV and slamming the remote down. They turn to look at her.

DVD: Something wrong babe?

Ashley: Just one of the new guys using Gay as a derogatory statement. It's just frustrating, I thought we would be past this by now.

Both Danny and Vic exchange glances. Danny shrugs his shoulders and then physically turns his cheek.

Ashley: Really, I figured you if anyone would be tired of hearing that.

DVD: Look Ash, me and Danny would never condone it, but it's not something you can let yourself constantly get worked up over.

Danny points to himself and then makes the outline of a square.

DVD: Exactly, these young guys can say what they want out of the ring, it will be what he does in the ring that will prove it. If he chooses to use words or phrases that some might find offensive, well, then he will have to deal with that person's anger when they meet in the ring.

Danny mouths the word Boom, and Ashley finally smiles as we fade.

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It’s the next morning and the Darling Luxury Suites’ denizens are in their usual mid morning routine. Firewoman comes in from another room.

FW: I feel fantastic….I slept great….like, I think the first real sleep since….

AD: Before Eco?

FW: Probably before that, actually, but…yeah I think…I don’t know after our match it was like….it was over…

Lucky hands Fire her coffee, which she sips eagerly.

FW: I mean, I don’t know that we’ll be best friends, and I’ll never forget…but yeah…I think I’m in a good place.

AD: I could tell….you were very cute last night.

FW: Shush.

LD: Please, I don’t want to lose my breakfast.

FW: I am Grand Slam Six Pack Champion Lisa “Firewoman” Darling. I am one of the most violent and intense competitors on the planet. I do not do “cute.”

AD: Whatever you say…..

FW: I say I am not—

Fire’s phone rings a midi version of HBK’s “Sexy Boy.” Alexander frowns as Fire picks it up.

FW: Chad! How’s Zane?

She sticks her tongue out at Alexander and walks away to get the update on Zane.

AD: So isn’t anyone going to ask me what was cute?

Q: Ugh…no.

AD: But it’s important….

LD: Fine….what was so cute?

AD: Fire rolled over while she was sleeping and put her hand on my shoulder.

Lucky and Alexis both look up in shock. Quorras looks up too, but can’t figure out why everyone else is interested in this.

AD: And I didn't get punched.

Q: So?

LD: So…Fire doesn’t like to be touched while she sleeps.

AD: It’s a PTSD thing….sleep is when you’re at your most vulnerable, not aware of your surroundings so—

L: So she seldom really falls asleep all the way, and when she does, if you touch her she punches you.

AD: Hard.

L: But it’s to such a degree that it doesn't matter who initiates the touch, so even if she rolls over into you, it gets interpreted as an attack and so she reacts, just out of defense.

AD: Wait, how do you know that?

Q: So…the fact that she did that means she’s better?

L: Getting there… It’s a good sign at least, although I’d still not startle her by walking up when she can’t see you.

Q: Okay, then

AD: Can we go back to my question about how you know—

FW: *walking up interrupting them* Chad says Zane is still in a lot of pain but had a good night, so…what’s everyone talking about?

LD: Your cuteness.

Fire rolls her eyes and throws the phone at Lexie, who ducks. There is much laughter and stuff as we faaaaade.

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<Justin and Bill ride Drunkey and Drunkette down the road while Ellie May follows on her likkercycle>

EMFE: Why are we doing this again? it is FREEZING out here, like, it is LITERALLY ZERO DEGREES!

ABFD: To cleanse the mind and soul. <taking another drink of PCPL> beside, it hain't cold out here! It's warmern hell right about now!

EMFE: <miserable> thats because you are pickled

ABFD: I have an important match against Stankin Mann to get ready for this week. That ol boy dumped glorious glorious PCPL on my good boots! THAT CAN'T STAND SON!

JS: Uhhh, Bill?

EMFE: How many shots did you take to the head Wednesday

ABFD: Numeratus, why?

EMFE: You already faced Stank

ABFD: I did?

EMFE: you did

ABFD: Did I win?

EMFE: well........yes

ABFD: OUTDAMNSTANDENER THAN HELL! You hear that mess Justin! We's the tag champions again!

JS: We are?

ABFD: We are?

ABFD: WE ARE!

JS: Outdamnstandener than hell!

EMFE: No you idiot. Ok, where do I start........one, you beat Stank by count out, so even if he WAS the tag team champion, you wouldn't have won the title. two, Stank and LD Williams are not the tag team champions, the Darlings are. and three, you can't win the tag team titles by beating one half of a team that is not even the tag team champions anyway

ABFD: So, what you're sayin is.........

EMFE: You are not the tag team champions

ABFD: well hell

JS: Boss beat you up pretty bad after the match too

ABFD: He did?

JS: Yep, you don't remember it?

ABFD: Hell son, I don't remember much

JS: Can I borrow five bucks?

<Bill hands Justin five bucks>

JS: So, you don't remember him hitting you with a chair?

ABFD: That ol boy hit me with a chair?

JS: Can I borrow five bucks?

<Bill hands Justin another five bucks>

JS: Yeah, vicious beat down, stank-u, stankbombs the whole thing, you really don't remember?

ABFD: And this happened when now?

JS: Can I borrow five bucks?

<Bill hands Justin another five bucks>

JS: We should probably have you checked, just to make sure

ABFD: Checked for what now?

JS: Can I borrow fi......

EMFE: JUSTIN!

<Justin shrugs his shoulders and doesn't say anything else>

EMFE: How much longer is it? Are we going all the way to Hell like this?

JS: No, we are going to get on a truck in Montreal, we couldn't cross the border like this <looking at Bill> not after last time

ABFD: You get into ONE damn high speed chase in a motorized rascal and Johnny Law doesn't want to let you come into theys state no more

EMFE: Well, when we get to Hell, I will contact the authorities and see if we can straighten it out

JS: Hell? We can't go there

EMFE: Banned from there?

JS: BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE!

Drunkette: eeeeeeeee-ya

EMFE: Yeah I know, I'm freezing mine off too

<fade>

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Jeremy Punswick is still standing in front of the burnt trailer. He looks around the yard.

Puns: It's been a long, long time since the last time I was here. I think I was 9? My first memories of life were here in this trailer. My first memory is of my father hitting me. I don't know what I'd done. I probably hadn't done anything. He liked to drink, my father did.And he did it well. He also liked to beat the shit out of his son and take out his anger on me.

Ya see, until my father found out his girlfriend was pregnant, he was destined for greatness. Or so he said. All American football player, being recruited by division 1 schools with a full ride to come play ball. Then my mom tells him they've got a child on the way. He quits playing football and gets a job, because he had it hammered into his head that it was "the right thing to do."

His only dream from childhood was to be a Pittsburgh Steelers football player. He never wanted anything else. When he had to sop playing football and get a job, well he had to marry my mom, because that just how things were then. You knocked a chick up, you manned up and married her. So I was born. That was the worst day of my father's life. How do I know? He's told me on more occasions than I can ever try to remember. When I was born, it was real. It sunk in. He was a father now. It was time to grow up, at least in his mind.

He'd work jobs he absolutely hated, working for people he couldn't stand, thinking to himself the whole time that somehow I was to blame. A baby. Somehow it was my fault that he didn't get to go play college ball. It was my fault that he didn't get to become the Steeler he always wanted to be.

So to get away from his miserable existence, he dove headfirst into the bottle. Only it didn't make him feel better. It made everything worse. It only exaggerated the insane notions floating around in his twisted brain that I was somehow the reason he didn't get to reach his destiny. So he'd drink more and more, to the point where he couldn't think at all. He'd cloud his mind and the voices in his head with whatever pill, powder, joint, rock, bump, whatever substance he could find. He tried to numb his thoughts. The key Word there is tried. He tried. And failed. But at least he tried, right?

Now I've suppressed a lot of my memories due to the massive amount of abuse I took as a child, but I've been having insanely vivid dreams recently that opened up Pandora's box of suppressed childhood abuse. I couldn't sleep at night, wondering if these things really happened. They did. I have scars on my body on the exact place where my dreams showed me they came from.

For the longest time I couldn't remember before I was about 16 years old aside from bits and pieces. I wish that were still the case...

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<Moose is loading the last of his gear into his bag in the locker room when Stank and LD walk in>

Sta: You ready to go?

MHJ: Let's ride

LD: You sure you want to go with us, and not catch up with Clio and Edra

<Moose smirks at LD and pretends to be hurt>

MHJ: Why Mr. Williams, what are you implying?

Sta: In all seriousness, we have Power & Glory Sunday, and friends of yours or not, we are not taking it easy on them

MHJ: <pulling out a cigar and lighting it> I don't expect you to. Neither do they. They are wounded and know they face enormous odds. That's how the game works. Whatever happens, if you two don't walk out with the titles, I hope they do, and if not you them, then those Banned From Everywhere idiots. Anything is better than the Darlings

Sta: gotdamn right

LD: what about you? I figured you would be more pissed about your match

MHJ: Is that what Selena wants to call it? A match? Well, I guess a handicap match IS technically a match. Let's see, you put me in the ring with Eco, who is pissed because I dared put a scratch on his sister, even though he did his best to kill mine, Mai, who I did just try to kill, so I am sure she will be all butthurt about that, and the Kai, who, if he can take his head out of his ass long enough will tell you he wants HIS title back.

Now let's see, Eco has no problem with Mai, Mai has no problem with Eco, neither of them have a problem with Kai, and who knows what the fuck Kai is ever thinking, so what is the one thing they all have in common......oh yeah, they all want me dead.

Well guess what Selena, its not happening. Any one of them could pin me for the title, that happens, titles come and go. But none of them have what it takes to get rid of me. I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want. And I want that world title. Not only do I want that world title, I want YOU to hand me that title. I want YOU to have to raise my arm, and I want YOU to have to deal with the fact that I am now the face of the OOWF. And I want you to understand Selena, that I am going to burn this fucking place to the ground. Try and stop me, I fucking dare you

<Stank and LD just look at Moose and nod>

LD: Ready?

MHJ: Let's go to Hell

<the three walk out of the locker room and into the night>

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(Edra and Clio are struggling to get around their first day back at training after their injuries at Mayhem. They collapse on the sofa in their suite and aren't there long when there's a knock at the door. Edra opens the door to find Sunny and Sandi, bags packed.)

Edra: Ladies.

Sandi: We just stopped by to say goodbye.

Sunny: We just got fired by Selena for driving you here.

Clio: (Jumping off the couch and flinching in the process) What? She can't..

Sandi: She can and she did. Claiming violations of the integrity clause of our contracts.

Sunny: And since it was my second violation, there was no appealing it.

Edra: What will you do? Where will you go.

Sunny: I'm not sure.

Sandi: Well, I've got a couple of opportunities, good ones, but they won't open up until spring. So the only thing I have to really worry about is making it through the rest of the winter.

(Edra and Clio look at each other intently, they nod, and Edra goes into her room and comes out with a stack of bills. She hands it to Sandi.)

Sandi: That's seven –

(Edra places her finger on Sandi's lips.)

Edra: Friends do for friends. You did something for us that no one else would have, without even asking. This is money that came to us for no reason, and I think even the almighty Ms Darling would have to think that if it gets you to where you need to be, then the original spirit which brought the money to us has been fulfilled.

Sandi: I don't...thank you. Thank you so much.

Clio: We will miss you, dear Sandi. Tormenting you has been a joy of ours. I'm just glad you understood.

Sandi: Not always. But thank you. Your kindness won't be forgotten.

Edra: Just don't tell anyone. We've got a reputation to protect.

(Hugs all the way around for Sandi, who is too choked up to say goodbye and simply leaves. Edra closes the door and turns to Sunny. She looks into Sunny's eyes for a good long time before she and Clio step to the couch and sit down.)

Edra: Sit down, let's talk.

Sunny: (Sits in the comfy chair) About what?

Clio: We were wondering how we got here. We don't remember much of anything since what happened at Mayhem.

Edra: The last thing I remember was Zane trying to break my neck, I felt the snap, I fell, and I hit Clio's head, and the next thing I knew you were getting us settled in here.

Clio: You made sure we were taken care of in the hospital. Well, you and Jack.

Sunny: Jack took care of most of that. He's the expert.

Edra: (Smiling) He is. Anyway, you heard about Selena saying we could get the spot in the Tag Team Dance of Death and you got that school bus.

Sunny: It was cheap, and I think it'll resell good here.

Clio: And you convinced Sandi to drive it for us. Resourceful, quick thinking, devoted, faithful.

Edra: She fits the bill perfectly. You've got a job.

Clio: If you want it.

Sunny: I don't follow.

Edra: We, very obviously, need an assistant, to make sure things are taken care of.

Clio: You, dear Sunny, are the perfect candidate.

Edra: You're loyal, intelligent, devoted...

Clio: And the boss just loves you.

Edra: Clio!

Sunny: And I love the bosses. Both of you. You're wonderful.

Edra: Shhhh....don't want that to get around.

Clio: Anyway, we still have a good chunk of money saved from the Firewoman fund, won't be a lot of money, but if we get a contract renewal –

Sunny: (Puts her finger on Clio's lips.) Money's not important. Having the chance to be with you two is all I want. I want to be...what was it you said a long time ago?

Clio: One of us?

Sunny: Absolutely. This time, without trickery. The whole enchilada.

Edra: Shouldn't that be the whole curry?

Sunny: EW, NO. I hate curry.

Clio: Yeah, you're hot and spicy enough without it.

Sunny: So, what about it? As your dad says, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Edra: You're serious? You wanna go back in there? For real?

Sunny: I want to be as big a part of Power and Glory as I can. I want to be as close to a real Neal as I can.

(Edra hugs Sunny, and Clio hugs and kisses Sunny.)

Edra: OK, ladies, let's hit the focus room and bring in our newest sister.

Clio: And afterward we'll work out accommodations.

Sunny: Too bad you don't still have that big California King like you did on the mountain. That was cozy. But a Queen seems more appropriate now.

Clio: Count on it, my queen.

Edra: After you?

(Clio, Edra, and Sunny hit the focus room as we....)

FADE

[wyattcox]

Moose's cellphone vibrates as Stank pulls the SUV out of the parking lot of a large round building shaped like a giant orange.

Stank - That place kind of reminds me of Sonic.

LDW - What's Sonic?

Stank - You know that restaurant in the US I took us to where you damn near went into a diabetic coma?

LDW - Uh... I don't... oh.. the drive thru with the super sweet lemonade?

Stank - Yeah.

Moose ignores the call and pockets his phone. LD Williams digs through the contents of the paper bag from Orange Julep and hands back to Moose a Styrofoam carton of sandwich and fries. Stank declines to take his for the moment, opting to stick with sipping his orange juice. LD Williams pulls out his food, sets the bag on the floor, then opens his carton up.

Stank - Ughhhhh

MHJ - The fuck is that?

LD Williams picks up a french fry with a white goopy substance on it, and deposits it in his mouth before answering.

LDW - Poutine.

Stank - Ewww

MHJ - That... is disgusting.

LDW - It's delicious.

Stank - What the fuck is it?

LDW - It's not that bad. It's just French Fries with gravy and curd cheese.

Stank - Oh god. I'm going to be sick.

MHJ - I've lost my appetite.

Stank - I'm serious. I'm going to throw up.

MHJ - Which by the way is what your poot sin looks like.

Stank - Oh god. Shut up Moose. You're making it worse.

LDW - It does NOT look like vomit.

Stank - Don't say the word "vomit".

LDW - Seriously. Here. Try one.

Stank swerves the vehicle reflexively, as if to drive away from the gravy dipped fry from inside the SUV. Cars driving close by, blare their horns from nearly being run off the road. Stank looks out his window at a particularly pissed off, old lady who shakes her fist at Stank from her Ford Taurus.

Stank - Sorry!

MHJ - And here I thought I'd always die in the ring.

LDW - Geez Lucas! I never thought food could make you so squeamish.

Stank - That's not food!

Moose's cellphone vibrates again. He pulls it out of his pocket and holds down the power button until it shuts off.

Stank - It's a crime against natural law.

LDW - Oh for God's sake. Just try one.

Stank - Yeeech NO!

LDW - Here!

Stank - NO! You can't MAKE me!

The camera cuts to outside the SUV and we see it swerve all over the road as other vehicles brake, and swerve out the way. An accident seems likely as they blast their horns in annoyance. The SUV safely rights itself however, and the camera cuts back inside. We Stank wiping gravy from around his mouth with a paper napkin, chewing, then swallowing, finally chasing it all down with a sip of his orange juice.

Stank -

LDW -

MHJ -

Stank - It's not that bad.

The dashboard, navigation, window's map display is replaced by a phone number with a 775 area code. The car speakers chime as Stank's cellphone buzzes.

Stank - Who is this calling me?

LDW - I don't recognize the number.

Moose glances at the number displayed on the navigation screen.

MHJ - Don't answer it.

Stank - You know who it is?

MHJ - It's Wyatt Cox.

Stank - Wyatt? How the fuck did he get my number?

Stank taps the answer icon on the screen.

Stank - Hello?

Wyatt - Ah Mr. Mann. Thank you for answering.

Stank - How the fuck did you get my number, Wyatt?

Wyatt - Is Moose with you?

Stank turns his head back and glances at Moose who shakes his head no.

Stank - Uh... I haven't seen him since we left-

Wyatt - Don't bother denying it Mr. Mann. I can see him sitting in your backseat on OOWFtv right now.

Stank - GOT DAMN NINJACAMS!

Wyatt - Moose. I know you can hear me. We need to talk... privately. Would you please be so kind as to turn your phone back on and take my call? Thank you.

Wyatt disconnects the call and the Navigation screen goes back to displaying a map.

Stank - I always forget we're living in a reality TV show. I used to have a sense for when we were on air.

LDW - Losing your touch?

Stank - No. It's probably because I was distracted by those damn gravy cheese fries.

LDW - Hey you admitted they were good.

Stank - I'd never testify to that in court.

LDW - Ninja cams.

Stank - DOH!

[wyattcox]

~~~ Chad Madison walks into Selena's office. ~~~

Selena: Hey! How's Zane?

Chad: Somewhat better. He's being transported home. Bridgette is on her way back to San Antonio too.

Selena: So. What do you want?

Chad: First off, I appreciate the match on Sunday..

Selena: I thought since Zane was Intercontinental Champion once, it would be fitting for you to compete for it too.

Chad: I appreciate that, but really, Zane never set out to win that Championship. He happened to walk past your office one night and ended up in the match.

Selena: I..

Chad: You meant well, and I'm not mad. I just want it known that after Sunday I plan on pursuing And winning the Onslaught Championship. Again.

Selena: Well, that won't be happening.

Chad: listen here...

Selena: no YOU listen. That won't be happening, at least not right away. There's this thing called the Invitational coming up.

Chad: Good. So when I win it, I can cash it in for the Onslaught Championship Match

Selena: Well.... I guess. Seems like a waste to use it on that belt.

Chad: Championship.

Selena: Whatever, when you could use it on the World Title. Or are you scared of facing Firewoman?

Chad: Of course not. being World Champion doesn't appeal to me like the Onslaught Championship does. The special rules, the structure, that's what wrestling should be about. Somewhere along the line that part of the sport got twisted into this violent bloodletting that we have now. I deal with enough of that already in the tag division. I want to Wrestle. And the onslaught Championship is still about the wrestling, well.. it will be once I take it from Moose.

Selena: You really think..

Chad: No, I Know I can beat him. Done it before, will do it again. Contrary to the lies that certain people have spread about me, I'm not just some Pretty Boy.

Selena: After the invitational, we'll talk.

Chad: yes, we will.

~~~ Chad leaves her office as we fade... ~~~

[wyattcox]

We fade in and see the completely brilliant and utterly gorgeous Jaime McAllister holding a microphone and standing next to Matt Folz.

JM: Matt, our completely useless twit of a General Manager has put you in a 4 way clusterfuck for the Intercontinental Championship tomorrow night. Has the recent addition of Chad Madison to the match altered your strategy any?

MF: Not at all hon, my strategy is simple, whether it was a 3 person or a 4 person match: Lie back, stay out of the way, watch the match and walk out without injuring myself in a meaningless match. Hell, I'll lie down and someone can pin me with one finger if they want, I don't give a fuck. I don't have any problems with DK, Rabbit or Zane.... Unless I happen to end up facing one of them in the Invitational, then they'll be destroyed.

JM: Let's talk about the Invitational for a moment, you of course are a former winner of that event.

MF: Damn right I am.

JM: So you have a winner's perspective. Not that anyone realistically can beat you, but for the sake of arguement, who do you feel would be your biggest challenge to winning it a second time?

MF: I'm not exactly worried, but there are two newcomers, The Amazing Jos and Jeremy Punswick, who I've never seen tape on, never scouted, never been in the ring with. If I get matched up against one of them, not being familiar with either one might be a slight concern. Other than them? Obviously Stank and LD aren't on my level, no one is at this point, but they can certainly pull the upset if I have an off night. Stan, if he truly has his head on straight now, could be a very tough out. I'm not concerned with anyone else.

JM: And when, not if, you win the Invitational for a second time what will that mean to you?

MF: It will mean the dawn of a new era for this company. I'll have a guaranteed title shot, anytime,any place of my choosing. Which means our World Champion Lisa Darling can no longer duck me. The entire world knows that once I get my title shot, that no one will be able to stop me from holding that belt for as long as I damn well please.

JM: Anything else you want to add?

MF: Nope, I promised my amazing girlfriend that I'd take her to a movie.

Jaime smiles as Folz wraps an arm around her, the couple walks off as we FADE

[wyattcox]

**L.D. Williams, Stank, and Moosehead Jack arrive at the arena and get out of their car.**

MHJ: “Gentlemen, welcome to Hell.”

S: “We were already there.”

LDW: “It was a French Fry, Lucas.”

S: “Says you.”

**SFJ#47 approaches the three veterans, with an INC in tow.”

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, may I have a word?”

MHJ: “I’m not using Octogenarian at the moment.”

LDW: “Really? I though you two were still dating.”

MHJ: “Ass.”

SFJ#47: “I don’t understand how you can be threatening to burn the OOWF to the ground one minute, and making jokes the next.:

S: “Why not? Life is short.”

MHJ: “Especially for us. And it wasn’t a threat - it was a fact.”

LDW: “Better yet, who are you to question our methods - or our motives? Who is Selena, or Alexander Darling, or the almighty Drink & Destroy to question us? When the original generation of the OOWF faded away, we and a few others like us stepped up and carried the company. When floods of wannabes came and went, unable or unwilling to establish themselves, we were the foundation that held the OOWF together. Hell, the G.O.A.T. himself was an abject failure on his first run, and we are the reason the company lived long enough for him to have a second chance.”

MHJ: “Not sure that’s something to be proud of.”

S: “Shh - he’s rolling.”

LDW: “And when the OOWF’s supposed New Generation refused to step up, we grabbed them by the throats and dragged them to our level. And the payment for our sacrifice? Respect? Appreciation? Thanks? Of course not. ‘Hey L.D., you gonna retire this year?’ ‘You‘re name‘d look good on that hall of fame plaque, Stank‘. ‘I think Moose is getting a little senile.’

S: “That one might actually be true,“

MHJ: “Funny.”

LDW: “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I was the first wrestler in an OOWF ring, and one way or another I‘ll be the last. And there is not a damn thing that Alexander Darling, Matt Folz, Chris Evans, or even GM Selena can do about it.”

**Williams turns and storms toward the arena. Stank and Moose exchange a glance and follow.**

MHJ: “We should feed him poutine more often,”

<fade>

[wyattcox]

<Moose is on his way into the arena in Hell when he sees his Mustang sitting in the lot. He stops and closes his eyes for a minute and seems to be listening to something>

Sta: Jack, you coming?

MHJ: Huh? Oh, hey, can you dump this in the locker room <handing Stank his bag> I have to take care of something. I'll be back later

<Moose heads to his car, Stank just shakes his head and heads into the arena>

time passes

<we cut to a burned out building in a desolate lot. The sky is gray and the wind is cold, blowing trash down a deserted street. Firewoman steps out of a car and walks to the sidewalk that once lead to the home and just stands there, lost in thought. A few minutes pass and someone hands her a cup of coffee. She doesn’t even look, she just takes the cup and takes a long drink>

FW: How long do you think it will stand?

<we finally see that the other person is Moose>

MHJ: No telling. There are hundreds like this all over the city. They can’t afford to tear them all down. It will sit and rot

<they both stand there in silence for a bit>

FW: You should make peace with your past

MHJ: I can’t

FW: You can. You just won’t

MHJ: If you forget where you come from, you will never get where you want to be

FW: You don’t have to forget………just……..it is what it is. Don’t let it consume you. <very matter of factly and cold> And I have not forgotten....I control it instead of letting it control me.

<Moose sips his coffee and looks to his left, just a bit in the distance we can see the spires of one of the many Catholic churches in Detroit>

MHJ: Did you pass the church coming in

FW: I did

MHJ: It’s about to fall in

FW: It’s a shame. It was a beautiful building once

MHJ: It forgot what it was, tried to be something it wasn’t. It was supposed to be a haven for the less fortunate, for those in need. It tried to be a meeting place for people to put on their fancy airs and pretend they weren’t part of the problem. It forgot, and now it is ruined. I hope I am here to see it fall in

FW: <shaking her head> Still consumed by hate, aren’t you Jackie

MHJ: The world has given me a lot to hate

FW: <mockingly> You have your girls now. The new and improved Saints of Sinners

MHJ: <smirking> They are something special

FW: I’m sure they are.

MHJ: <glancing at Fire> you’re jealous

FW: I am not

MHJ: yes you are. The same way you were when I was close with Selena

FW: when they turn on you, don’t come crying to me

MHJ: I could say the same about Alex

FW: You would be wrong

<another long silence passes between them as they both stare somewhat mesmerized at the house>

FW: Think Rose and Sean ever come back here

MHJ: No idea. You’re close with them, you would know They don’t want anything to do with me

FW: They haven’t said anything about it. And you haven’t exactly welcomed them with open arms either

MHJ: And why would I?

<Fire finally turns to Moose>

FW: Because like it or not, it’s family

MHJ: Nice win you had against Eco. That was big for you

FW: Don’t change the subject

<finally looking at Fire>

MHJ: What do you want me to say? You talk about forgive and forget because it’s family, but you never fail to mention the very fact that I am HERE pisses you off. So do you get to just pick and choose what to forgive and what to forget?

FW: You made an oath

MHJ: And I lived up to it. I lost, I left. They hired me back. What was I supposed to do, say “oh gee no, I don’t want to EARN a living, you keep the money, I will go crawl into a gutter and die.” I am sure you would have said the same thing Lisa.

FW: If I had made an oath I would have

MHJ: And just let all that money allocated in your contract that goes to the Covenant house and all the rest of that , you would have just walked away from that?

<Fire just stares at Moose>

MHJ: Whether you want to accept it or not, I have tried. I don’t bring up Alex much, I told you I will never like it or understand it, but its your decision, not mine. I have tried to have coffee, hell I even tried to get us a tag match. I have tried. If you STILL want to hold shit against me from the past that I can’t change, fine. But I am not going to kiss your ass. You want family? It can’t always be on YOUR terms. You want me to forgive Rose and Sean for the shit THEY did, and yet you still hold shit I could do nothing about against me. Fuck that

<another long silence>

FW: You knew what was going on in Japan

MHJ: And if I had stepped in and curried favor, you would never have been taken seriously. They would have treated you like a joke. You got over because you were that damn good and I stayed out of it

FW: And Eco?

MHJ: Did you see what I did to Mai? Wait, yes, you did. And you jumped me

FW: MAI wasn’t the one who did anything to me! You TEAMED with Eco!

MHJ: And I had a plan. Then you set him on fire

FW: If it had been YOU I would have killed him on the spot. Here it is years later, and you still haven’t done anything.

MHJ: I am not you. What would he have done had I attacked then? He would have used you against me. He would have sat back and watched us destroy one another, and laughed his ass off

FW: And then you try to kill me in a series of matches that almost cost me everything

MHJ: <rolling his eyes> This again?

FW: Scars don’t heal that fast Jackie

MHJ: We’ve been through this. You were floundering, whether you want to admit it or not, you were. You were complacent, things were good with you and Alex, and you were slacking in the ring. No amount of telling you would do a damn thing because you are stubborn as a mule. I did what I thought I had to do

FW: Nearly killing me

MHJ: You got better didn’t you?

FW: Not the point

MHJ: Completely the point. You are the world champion

<Fire just snorts>

MHJ: <mockingly> that’s a good point Jack, that series did bring me back to the top of my game. It made me the wrestler I knew I could be. Thank you for looking out for me

<Fire doesn’t say anything and the two go back to staring at the house>

FW: Good luck in your match Sunday. Selena did kind of stack the deck against you

MHJ: Kind of?

FW: Well, you HAVE been an ass.

MHJ: I still want the world title

FW: Well, as long as it’s around my waist, you can want it all you want. It’s not happening

MHJ: Oh really

FW: <somewhat playfully> you…..can’t ….beat……me

MHJ: <annoyed at first, then smirking> We’ll see. I’m still the King of Military Street

FW: <looking up and down the road> There’s no one here, so, yeah, I guess you are!

<Moose just looks at Fire>

FW: <looking at her watch> I gotta get back. You coming?

MHJ: No. I am going to hang around here a little longer. Couple places I need to go

<Fire lingers for a moment, the wind blowing her red hair>

FW: Ok, see you around Jackie

MHJ: Later Lis

<Fire leaves and gets into her car and drives off. Moose stands there for a minute longer, then pulls his trench coat closed against the wind, stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks off as he is walking down the deserted streets, knowing the INC is following him, Moose starts to speak>

So, three on one. <Moose pauses in front of the dilapidated church he mentioned earlier> Mai you would love this place. Every Sunday all the bums, the derelicts, the drunks, the poor, they would all come to mass. They would all crowd into the nave and drop to their knees and beg forgiveness of their sins. Father O’Shannahan would look down on them and forgive them of their sins, then preach of the evils of drink and drug and the sins of the flesh……which was a joke because everyone knew Father O’Shannahan liked to indulge on more than a rare occasion. His hypocrisy knew no bounds.

Simply put Mai, you don’t have what it takes to beat me. You don’t have the killer instinct, you are soft. You see what your brother has done and it makes you afraid. You fear that that is in your blood, that it is a Muyo trait. You don’t want that kind of blood on your hands and sin on your conscience. You are good, but when it comes down to it, it’s not in you to destroy, and to beat me, you will have to destroy me. Poor Mai.

<Moose continues walking and passes through an area that has been partially demolished, burned, and generally just destroyed, looking more like a war zone than a former city. Amid the ruin, on one of the few walls still standing, someone has painted the Virgin Mary. Despite being in the elements, it looks freshly painted. A candle burns beneath it with a small pile of flowers next to it. Moose shakes his head and moves on>

Even in ruin, there can be beauty. That’s kind of what you are trying to do isn’t it Eco? You have spent years being a sadist. You have spent years trying to level everything around you, there was no middle ground, it was all scorched earth with you. Kind of like around here. But now, now you are trying to repent, you are trying to be something you are not. That painting back there? How much do you want to bet that was to the victim of a drive by. An innocent bystander caught in a hail of bullets never intended for them. And the painter? I would bet anything that it was the trigger man. Trying to repent. All the repentance in the world won’t bring that person back, and all the good you may think you can do now won’t change what you have done. I used to have so much respect for you Juni. I understood you, you took no prisoners, you gave no quarter and you expected none. You understood the game, but now…..what is it you want Juni? Forgiveness? Never.

There was a time when I would have gone into a match with you with great concern, but not anymore. You suppress that killer instinct. <laughing> Selena actually did me a favor by putting you and Mai together in that match. You are going to be constantly looking over your shoulder looking for your sisters approval. Constantly in fear of disappointing her, of letting her down, and that Juni will be your undoing. As long as you pretend to be something you are not, you will never beat me. I promise that.

<Moose continues walking, and we can see he is heading to Corktown, the Irish part of Detroit>

And finally the Kai. For the millions………

<dead silence as the wind howls through the streets>

……that’s right. No one cares. Kai, you like to do the whole Rock schtick, but face it, you have really adopted it, to the point where, just like the Rock, you are completely mailing it in. You come in, you hit the high notes, pie, smack down, jabroni, but when was the last time you SAID anything? <laughing> you have become a parody of what you once were. Kai, the Night Marcher, the Hawaiian Assassin, one of Poe’s Pillars. All that is in the past. All you are now is a catch phrase spouting shell of your former self. And what makes it even more sad is that A’isha has led you willingly down that road. Of course, I suppose being led around by the balls is something you are used to. First Noelani now A’isha. Maybe if you ask her nice enough, she will give you your balls back for your match tomorrow and you can show up and be what you once were. If not……..like the others, you have no chance………brah

<Moose finally stops in front of the seediest looking dive in Corktown – which is saying something. He takes a deep breath and opens his trench coat and pulls out Happy Deth Bat>

MHJ: time for some training

<Moose walks in and shortly after we hear glass break and the sound of fighting and we fade>

[wyattcox]

SFJ: I am standing by with a man who is certainly no stranger to controversy, and has a rather storied history with each of the competitors in this Sunday’s Fatal Four-Way match for the OOWF World Championship, the former World Champion, “Lionheart” Chris Evans.

*Evans walks into view, wearing an Affliction t-shirt*

SFJ: Evans, despite not being the champion, you are obviously the odd man out since seeing as, well, everyone would love nothing more than to see you beaten into a bloody pulp.

*Evans smirks*

SFJ: So what are your feelings going into Sunday’s match?

E: Heh, do I look like I’m worried in the slightest about any of the people in this matchup? We all know that the only one who should be worried in the slightest is our esteemed paper champion, Firewoman. Need I remind you that I technically never lost the title?

SFJ: No, you pretty much do that every time you’re in this situation.

E: You getting a bit smart with me? I’d advise against that, seeing as intelligence really doesn’t seem like your strong point. But back to my point, my shoulders were never pinned to the mat, and I never tapped out. And if it weren’t for Ghosthead’s inexperience in high-profile matches, he wouldn’t have choked and let Fire beat him.

SFJ: But Fire has made you tap out already.

E: Again, intelligence, not your strong point. The only reason why I tapped out to Fire a few weeks back was because I had nothing to gain from the victory. If I had a chance to get my title back, she'd have to tear my limbs off before I let her keep my title.

And then there's the preacher man. So Stanny, I see that Ghosthead has finally let you know how I really felt about you. He’s right, you were the weak link in the New Guard. It all started around the time that you broke Outback Jack’s legs. From then on, you seemed different. You only seemed to follow me after that and do what I said because at that moment, you knew exactly what kinda man I was. You knew that I was willing to do anything in order to get my point across, and that if I saw weakness in your actions, the same would eventually happen to you. And if Ghosthead did take me up on my offer before the rest of the New Guard showed their weakness and broke away from me, believe me, it would have happened.

Now do you have anything else you needed to ask, cause I’m a busy man and I can’t be bothered talking to you.

SFJ: Um….

E: …

SFJ: …

E: Well, out with it already.

SFJ: Oh, okay. You’re probably aware of it by now, but we have two new wrestlers that have joined the OOWF. Amazing Jos and Jeremy Punswick. Do you have any thought on them?

E: Yeah, that Punswick guy seems to have a similar story to a few of the wrestlers that have passed through here over the years. Reminds me a lot of Moose, except this guy can actually wrestle. And as for Jos, let’s see, we’ve got a guy who ran through the indy scene, is an arrogant guy that can back up his words. It’s obvious that this guy is just like how I was when I first started out. He’s got the talent, the attitude, the moveset. And who knows? Maybe if the both of them keep at it, they may end up being half as great as I am. Though I doubt it.

*fade to black*

[wyattcox]

(Moosehead Jack is driving back to to the arena after his “training” session in Corktown. His cell phone rings and he sees the familiar number. He sighs and puts the phone on speakers.)

MHJ: Mr Cox.

Wyatt: Mr Quinn, finally decided to take my call after THREE FUCKING DAYS!

MHJ: Temper, temper, Mr Cox. Wouldn't want to upset those delicate sensibilities. You might hurt your hands...again.

Wyatt: Moose, so help me...

MHJ: Look, the twins are fine. I took care of them, since you walked out.

Wyatt: Dammit, that was...

MHJ: They needed someone. You weren't there, I was. They are coming along nicely

Wyatt: Moose, they're my...

MHJ: Look, I'm driving. I don't have time for this. You abandoned them, you abdicated your role, they replaced you. Sit at home and run your mouth and birth them babies...

Wyatt: Moose, so help me...

MHJ: Watch the Pay Per View tomorrow night. They might not win, but they'll take someone out with them. Trust me. Goodbye.

(Moose hangs up the phone)

MHJ: Pity. He had such promise. His daughters, though.....

(Moose laughs hysterically and turns up the stereo full blast as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

*Amazing Jos is at Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, Texas. Jos is patiently waiting for his trainer Tom "Lightning Cat" Darby to give him the signal to board the plane.

*Jos is wearing a grey 3 piece suit with his signature Aviator shades. It's obvious the LBCW Champion has been drinking and looks a little worn out.

*Thomas walks up to Jos and takes a seat right next to him.[/b]

Lightning Cat: *Hands him plane ticket*[/b] Here you go big dawg. They said that everyone should be ready to board within the next half hour.

Jos: *Notices it's only one ticket*[/b] Soooo were you planning on telling me that you aren't going?

Tom: Sorry big dawg. Kinda wanted to break the news at the last minute. I can't go. My debut 1 on 1 for LBCW is next weekend. I gotta finish training for A-LEX. I know you understand, I just didn't want to spend the last few minutes arguing about it.

Jos: *A little disappointed*[/b] I know, I know. Go do you, it's been a long time since you've had a 1 on 1 match. I'll be fine. I am a little worried about Puns being there too. Especially since he's out to get my LBCW title. Who knows if him or any of the new guys over there jump me? I heard some people were talking smack behind my back already.

Lightning Cat: I doubt Punswick would bring LBCW drama to OOWF. I thought he had more class than that.

Jos: Puns is a pussy, you never know what bullshit he'll pull.

Lightning Cat: Any info on your opponent?

Jos: I think he's related to Bret Farve?

Lightning Cat: Jesus! *Hands Jos a SD memory Card*[/b] Plug it in to your phone. You'll be able to watch a few vids I uploaded of this guy.

Jos: You're a fucking "G"! *Hugs Tommy Boy*[/b] What would I do without you?!

Lightning Cat: *Pushes Jos away*[/b] Alright queer-doe, get off me. Have you cut a promo for them yet?

Jos: Nope, haven't had the time. Too busy making promotional rounds for LBCW's next show and did a couple radio spots for Selena.

Lightning Cat: You think you're ready for OOWF?

Jos: The real question should be, "Is OOWF ready for me?"

*Both men laugh it off before the scene fades*