Midweek Mayhem (01/30) Live from Fatima, Portugal

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem: Invitational Round 1
Live from Fatima, Portugal
Wednesday, January 30th 2013


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Firewoman (c) vs. Glory


OOWF Invitational Round 1
Alexander Darling vs. Jeremy Punswick
Chad Madison vs. Yukon John West
Danny Taylor vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
DK Murphy vs. Johnny Icepick

Mai Muyo vs. Vlad Dracul
Dillon Walker vs. Alexis Darling
Stank vs. Moosehead Jack
Puck Dupp vs. Ghosthead

The Kai vs. Sim Sebow
Amazing Jos vs. Power
Gordy LaFleur vs. Chris Evans
Justin Sane vs. Stan Fulton

Comrade Sharkoff vs. Rabbit Mask
Ecosystem vs. LD Williams
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Steve the Lost Viking
Matt Folz vs. Layne Cobain



Card subject to the bulls running through Spain all the way to Portugal.

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(Edra and Clio are in their suite. They've showered and changed and are still excitedly hugging each other and cuddling their new World Tag Team Championship belts. Sunny comes running into the suite with some papers.)

Sunny: Here it is, Ladies. Your father's check for Two Million Dollars!

Edra & Clio: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(All three hug)

Sunny: Selena also gave me the rundown for the first round of the Invitational on Wednesday. Edra, you get the new guy, Amazing Jos.

Edra: Cool. While we're finishing packing, you find me some video from LBCW.

Clio: Who do I have?

Sunny: You're not in the invitational.

Clio: What! But what...

Sunny: You get a World Championship match agains...

Edra: FIREWOMAN? Awesome!

(Edra hugs Clio who has a vacant expression on her face. )

Sunny: OK, let's get ready and get to the airport. It's a long flight to Portugal.

(Edra and Sunny rush to finish packing. Clio walks to her room, her expression changing to a twisted smile, singing a little song we haven't heard in a while...)

Clio: Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don't make a sound
Drop of blood and now you're taken
For all time
With a kiss you will awaken
And you'll be mine, you'll be mine, you'll be mine

(The door to Clio's room closes as we...)

FADE

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Firewoman is back in medical with Alexander and Alexis and she's a bit.....out of it.

AD: Davin called when he saw the end of the M.E. He wanted to come back to the arena, but they had already called their flight back to Massachusetts.

FW: *drugged* Aw, it's okay.....that Mickie's a hoot.....

AD: Right....

LD: The tech says you'll be fine, Fire, just need to rest. Which you'll get plenty of on the flight to Portugal.

FW: Did you know Chris was going to be back at the Rumble? I wonder how he did.......

Alexander scowls.

LD: *whispering* It's just the drugs, Alex....

AD: Maybe don't talk right now, Fire.....

FW: Where am I in the invitational?

LD: You're not in it.

FW: Awww, I should be fine by Wed-nes-day....have you ever noticed that it's like three syllables but we only say two? We should say Wed-nes-day.....

AD: You're defending your title again, Lis, and you'll do just as good a job as you did tonight, now rest.

FW: Yeah? Against who? Not Evans again....

Alex starts to shake his head at Lexie, but she doesn't see him until it's too late.

LD: Against Glory....which one is that? Oh, Clio......why are you shaking your head Alex?

AD: Time and a place, Lexie, She doesn't need to worry about--

But Alex is interrupted as Fire starts laughing. At first it sounds like that drugged laughter people get. But it gets stronger...and stronger....and crazier sounding.....

LD: Uh, Fire?

AD: Fire?

But Fire just keeps laughing. Alex and Lexie look at each other, and the scene fades.

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<Moose, Stank and LD are walking down the hall when they stop to look at the lineup>

LD: Eco.......that should be fun

<Stank scans the card>

Sta: Well hell

MHJ: What? <Moose looks and laughs> Fucking Selena. I am sure this was TOTALLY random. Ok, hold on a second

<Moose leaves and comes back with a cup of coffee and hands it and a piece of paper to Stank, Stank looks at the paper, then throws the cup of - not steaming - coffee into Moose's face and reads the lines on the paper, very stiffly>

Sta: How dare you! You are somehow the reason we didn't win the tag team titles. And this week in.....name of city here......I am going to kick your ass!

MHJ: <reading off the paper, very stiffly> oh yeah? well maybe if you didn't suck so much I wouldn't have to carry your ass to so many title wins........throws punch

Sta: ducking punch, but shoving Moose hard.......oh yeah, well I am going to kick your ass so hard, I am going to kick it very hard!

MHJ: ......attacking wildly......not if I hit you so hard I hit your really hard first........general brawl erupts

<Moose, Stank and LD all stand there and look at one another and laugh hysterically. Moose and Stank ball up their papers and throw them away>

MHJ: Really Selena? That's the best you have? You give me Stank. I guess I am supposed to be mad because the last time we wrestled, you broke my neck

Sta: Look, that was.....

MHJ: Doesn't matter. Selena wants you to go out there and destroy me. And, since you are just as big a pain in the ass as I am, she would be very happy with me destroying you. So here's what we should do.........Onslaught rules

<Stank just laughs>

Sta: You're serious?

MHJ: I am not giving Selena or those idiot fans what they want. The cleanest match you have ever wrestled in in your life.

<Stank eyes Moose for a minute, then extends his hand>

Sta: Deal

MHJ: Excellent. Now gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I have a couple places to go. I'll catch up with you at the airport

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(Edra, Clio, and Sunny are walking through the airport heading for the overseas flight to Portugal. Edra and Sunny see something in one of the store windows that catches their eye, while Clio, still somewhat dazed from her shock at getting a World Heavyweight Title match against Firewoman, keeps walking. As she walks, she's approached by a tall Latino man.)

AJ: [/i] Oh baby, is your daddy a terrorist?

Clio: [/i] Excuse me?

AJ: [/i] Because baby, you are da bomb!

Clio: [/i] I'm sorry, have we met?

AJ: [/i] Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jose De Jesus Reyna Jr , but everybody knows me as Amazing Jos.

Clio: [/i] (putting on a face of mock admiration) OH, you're the wrestler.

AJ: [/i] You got it, honey. The LBCW World Heavyweight Champion, gracing the OOWF with my presence, allowing the lesser lights to bask in my glory.

Clio: [/i] (haming up the faux amazement) Oh really! How exciting!

(At this point Edra and Sunny walk up)

AJ: [/i] Oooooo, what have we here? Some spicy curry and a sexy twin? (Singing) Double your pleasure, double your fun.

Sunny: [/i] Again with the curry?

Edra: [/i] Chris Brown? What the?

Clio: [/i] (Raises her eyebrows) Sis, this is the new wrestler, the Amazing Jos. He's with the OOWF.

Edra: [/i] (Catching the inference) Oh really? Wow, it's so nice to meet you.

Clio: [/i] Yes, Mr Reyna.

AJ: [/i] Just call me Amazing. All the women do.

Edra: [/i] (getting close and touching his chest) Oh, I'm sure they do.

Clio: [/i] (Following her sisters lead, touching his chest and getting into his ear) We'd like to give you something special, Amazing. Would you like that?

AJ: [/i] Special? Ladies, anything you would give me would be special.

Edra: [/i] (Whispering in his ear) Then close your eyes and pucker up, and be prepared to be amazed, Amazing.

(Amazing Jos closes his eyes and puckers up. Clio and Edra take three steps back, nod, and hit DOUBLE ELIMINATION on Jos.)

Clio: [/i] Allow me to introduce myself, “Amazing”. I'm Clio Neil, and this is my sister Edra. You might have heard of us. Power and Glory? The OOWF Tag Team Champs? And this spicy lady is our assistant and...best friend...Sunny Hamid.

Edra: [/i] Nice to meet you, Jos. Too bad you play for the wrong team. Look forward to seeing you Wednesday night....just like this. You think Wiggy's a tough woman, boy? Wait til you get me in the ring. Toodles.

Sunny: [/i] Talk about your "Welcoming smite"

(Edra and Clio high five and the trio takes off for the airplane, leaving Jos in the middle of the airport floor.)

AJ: [/i] Was it something I said?

(Jos starts to pick himself up as we...)

FADE

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~~~ Aboard the OOWF Plane, Chad Madison is finding his seat when he is approached by a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist ~~~

RNSFJ: Hey! Fancy seeing you here in First Class.

Chad: Yeah, I figured I'd see what I've been missing.

RNSFJ: I thought Zane didn't like....... I'm sorry, I forgot

Chad: Listen, He's not dead, no need to avoid saying his name around me. I'm not going to become a basket case or anything.

~~~ Just then Clio and Edra walk past, carrying the tag titles over their shoulders. They smirk, and Chad's eyes narrow. ~~~

Chad.... On the other hand, sitting in coach with the ring crews kept me out of trouble

RNSFJ: Did you hear what they said about...

Chad: Yes. I watch OOWF-TV. I know they're taking credit for Zane being out. Anyone with a set of eyes knows they had NOTHING to do with his injury. He wasn't in the match, they didn't make him climb up there and they sure as heck didn't knock him off the cage.

RNSFJ: But still, they had you pretty much dead on your feet.

Chad: .... and I'm the only one that left that arena on my feet either. So they can crow and run their mouths all they want, The facts remain, they're young, dumb and full of..

RNSFJ: Umm...

Chad: ... Themselves. Zane will be back, and they'll get what's coming to them. Until then, I have an Onslaught Championship to win. Moose, I'm coming at YOU.

RNSFJ: You're so tense. Come sit with us.

Chad:... us?

RNSFJ: The rest of the interviewers. We'll help you relax.

Chad: Really?

RNSFJ: Of course. I'll show you my new bikini too. And we can tell you all about the MHC

Chad: MHC?

~~~ She whispers in his ear ~~~

Chad: Damn I like First Class.

~~~ Fade ~~~

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We fade in to see the flight to Portugal in full swing. Chris Evans is sitting by himself as he hears a familiar voice:

"Give credit where it's due. All those hours we spent working out together paid off, you have one damn good STF"

CE (Whitout looking up): You lost? Midcarders sit back there.

We see Matt Folz sliding into the empty seat.

MF: So what are you doing up here then?

CE (Smirking): Former World Champion.

MF: So are Ronnie Garvin and The Great Khali, what's your point?

CE:What do you want Matt?

MF: Relax, I know the rules, no violence on the plane. I just wanted to clear a few things up. First of all, make another comment like you did to my girlfriend and it's the last thing you do on this planet, understand?

CE: Afraid of a little competition?

MF: Just the principle of the thing. But, from what Jaime's heard from Shawn Johnson, apparently no one on this plane has anything to worry from you. Shawn says....well, let's just say you lack the proper equipment.

Evans just glares daggers through Folz.

MF: Now, second. You know damn well that the New Guard broke up for one reason, and one reason only: We couldn't fucking stand your massive ego anymore.

CE: More like you were jealous of my talent.

MF (Laughs): Suuuure, despite the fact that I'm more talented, so's Stan, a fully motivated Mai is close, but yes, we were all jealous of you. Whatever helps you sleep through the night buddy. There is, however, one thing I think we can agree on.

CE: What's that?

MF: Moreland.

CE (Sighing): Should have been our legacy dammit.

MF: I know, selfish fuck comes back to do absolutely nothing before retiring again, just so he can say we didn't end his career. All our hard work for nothing.

CE: Was a great plan you came up with.

MF: And you and the Hawaiians helped me execute it flawlessly.

The two former New Guard members look almost friendly again as they remember kicking Moreland's ass.

MF: You know, this makes me think about something. A loud mouthed asshole thinking he's better than me and calling me out in promos? I'd hate to do this again, especially since we used to be friends.

CE: You threatening me Matt?

MF: Not yet. But, if you don't accept the way of the world and stay out of the way of me being the next World Champion? Remember, our last backstage encounter before last night ended up with you having a chair around your ankle, and me one leap from ending your career.

CE: You didn't have the guts to do it then, you don't have the guts to do it now.

MF: Wasn't a question of guts, at the time you had something I wanted to take from you in the ring when you were at a hundred percent. Now that you're no longer World Champion... what makes you think I won't jump on that chair next time? Just something to think about.

Folz stands and pats Evans condesendingly on the shoulder.

MF: Enjoy the rest of the flight old friend.

Folz makes his way back towards his seat as we FADE

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Chad disengages himself from the RNSFJs and walks back up to first class, and sits back down next to his seat, tipping his imaginary cowboy hat to Firewoman, who is sitting tensely in Zane's usual spot.

CM: Ma'am

FW: Cowboy.

CM: Figured you'd be sitting with Alex.

FW: He's sitting with Alexis.

CM: Can't believe that doesn't bother you.

FW: You know what I can't believe? That those SFJs fell for your "What's the MHC?" line.

Chad grins. Fire shoves him in the shoulder.

CM: How ya doin'?

FW: Well, the walls are only closing in a little less than usual, and I only feel the plane falling every so often but--

CM: I didn't mean with that...although, good?

FW: I'm fine, Chad.

CM: I know you've been in the ring with Clio before, but there's something weird about her reaction to you.

FW: Like what?

CM: I don't know, and you're the "perceptive" one....you don't see it?

FW: *shrugs* Nope.

CM: Well, don't take her lightly...

FW: I don't intend to. I have been in the ring with her and her sister before...

CM: And other places...weren't you going to tell me about that?

FW: I don't kiss and tell. And while Edra is clearly the more talented of the two, Clio is no pushover...well, in the ring...

CM: Okay...well...Davin's not here now to be your voice of reason--

FW: He hasn't been for a while....wait, are you applying for the job?

CM: Me? Nawww....your spouse is already glaring at us as it is. Besides, it'd cut into my SFJ time.

Chad leans back, hands behind his head, looking all pleased with himself. Fire looks thoughtful.

FW: Maybe....of course...I've heard that the SFJs really go for the sensitive type. You know, the kind that you can tell your problems to, gives you advice, that sort of thing. I could vouch for ya...but...yeah, if you're not interested...

CM: *sitting straight up* Really? *striking a pose that looks like what a therapist might have, crossing his legs, and putting an elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his fist.* Lisa....tell me of your feelings....

Firewoman busts out laughing, as does Chad, which draws another glare from Alex. Fire blows him a kiss and he just shakes his head and goes back to reviewing the tag team match with Alexis on their iPad, as the flight continues.

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(Edra and Sunny are in a couple of rear seats on the plane flying to Portugal, animatedly discussing the upcoming match agains Amazing Jos, while in another seat, looking out the window is Clio, lost in thought and talking to herself.)

Firewoman. What's the truth? Did you use your voudou goddesses to draw my sister and I to you, use us, and throw us away? Did you throw a match just to get us here? Or did we really beat you in our first match ever. I know, you won't say. Still, the thought of being in that ring with you, alone, for the first time, instills in me a flood of emotions that almost make me drown.

Edra remembers that night in Hartford more for the events of the next day, when you looked at us, stunned, and realized that eight nights after our passionate tryst we would meet across the ring in Toronto. Only one other time have we faced each other across the ring. July 11, 2012 in Los Angeles. I don't remember much about the days surrounding that. I remember nearly killing someone during our workouts. I remember...kissing you in the ring that night. The rest is a blur.

Selena's pretty much kept us apart since then. And your brother, your wonderful brother has taught me to keep things in check, to stay focused, eyes on the prize. Measure the pain, make it all count. Our pain is irrelevant. My ankles still hurt like a sonofabitch, but I'm still here. I don't quit.

In Toronto, Edra pinned you. In Los Angeles, you made me tap. Now, one on one, I get the chance I've been dreaming of for over half a year. I get the chance to prove that I'm not the weak link. That I'm not riding on the better sister's coattails. That I'm better than anyone gives me credit for.

Firewoman. You. Me. Let's dance.

(Clio turns back to the window, softly singing....

Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don't make a sound
Drop of blood and now you're taken
For all time
With a kiss you will awaken
And you'll be mine, you'll be mine, you'll be mine

...as we...)

FADE

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Back in first class...Chad gets a thought and leans over to Fire, who has sunglasses, NJ Devils cap, and earphones on. He starts to tap her shoulder, then remembers, and instead gets a pencil and leans very far away from her and taps her shoulder with the pencil. Fire comes up swinging, but then sees what's going on.

FW: Dammit! You almost made me break the no violence rule.

CM: Sorry...but I had a thought.

FW: And that thought is?

CM: Well, I'm going after the Onslaught Championship, right?

FW: Right.

CM: And your brother has it.

FW: Also right.

CM: So......could you....I mean....I know he's pretty good at sticking within the rules, but he likes to go right on up to the line. I need to train with someone who can do that, so I'm ready. So I was thinking that...um.....

FW: Chad....

CM: Yes?

FW: Are you saying I'm like my brother?

CM: ....

FW: ....

CM: I don't know how to answer that.....I hate it when you do that.

FW: *smirking as she closes her eyes* I know. And yes...I'll train with you. But if you want me to be like Moose in the ring....

CM: Like you both.

FW: Right. If that's the Firewoman you want....you best be ready. I won't take it easy on you.

CM: No ma'am....never have....You play a mean game of scrabble.

FW: You know, I think we can drop that pretense. No one bought it anyway. *Firewoman sits up and lowers her sunglasses to look at him.* You aren't just doing this so you can do some scouting for when you go for the World Title, are you?

CM: No ma'am!!! I know I don't have a chance at that. *but he smiles....*

FW: Uh huh....*She settles back down into her seat as Chad looks at her. She notices.* What?

CM: Nothing...just thinking about chances...and lost ones.

FW: Oh...well......we both screwed up so...

CM: We did?

FW: Yeah, you lied.

CM: I did not.....

FW: Fine...you came back without your mask and didn't tell me it was you.

CM: Oh...okay....

FW: And....*deep breath*...I was less forgiving than I should have been. So....there.

They sit in silence.

CM: Well...

FW: Well, and I'll kill you if you tell anyone, but you're one of my best friends, so if that's the outcome....that's not too bad.

CM: Aw, shucks, ma'am....

FW: *smirking* Quit it.

CM: Ha! Works every time. So you're helping me?

FW: Yep.

CM: For old time sake?

FW: Partly...

CM: And to stick it to your brother?

FW: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Fire replaces her glasses, but laughs, and Chad laughs to. At that point a shadow falls over them, and they look up to see Alexander.

FW: Hi.

CM: Hi.

AD: Trade ya places, Chad. So I can sit with my wife?

Chad smirks and Fire rolls her eyes.

CM: Sure thing Alex. I'll be seeing enough of her in the future.

FW: Remember, you asked for it.

Alex looks at them both as Chad gets up, taking his time stepping over Fire into the aisle. Alex just glares and then sits down in the seat Chad vacated. He settles in, trying not to look annoyed, but failing. Fire looks at him out of the corner of her eye and laughs.

AD: What?

FW: Nothing. You're cute when you're jealous.

AD: Whatever. Go to sleep.

FW: Yes dear.

Fire does just that, as we fade to the next scene.

[BookerShark]

~~~ We fade into a clean, white hospital room. We see Zane Myers sitting up in the bed, laptop open in front of him. Bridgette is asleep in the chair beside him. He closes the laptop, and the noise awakens her. ~~~

Bridgette: You should be resting

Zane: That's all I have done for days now. I want t get up and do something.

Bridgette: No sir. Doctor's orders.

Zane: I feel much better. I've wrestled feeling worse than this

Bridgette: Not while I've been around. I though I lost you. I'm not letting that happen again. You're doing exactly as the doctor orders, every step of the way.

Zane: If I could just go and work out, jog, SOMETHING.

Bridgette: Nope. Suck it up

Zane: I need to get back out there. We have appearances to make.

Bridgette: You think I haven't already taken care of all that? Not one sponsor is upset.

Zane: But Chad..

Bridgette: Chad is just fine. he's a big boy. Lisa is around. Danny is around. Plenty of people to keep him focused.

Zane: You don't know him like I do.

Bridgette: After 3 years, I know him well enough. He's fine.

Zane: But he's going after Moose of all people.

Bridgette: You don't think he can handle himself with Moose?

Zane: I... I didn't say that. but there's so much to be ready for. The preparation..

Bridgette: ... will be handled. besides, no one says you can't help. Send him your videos and notes.

~~~ They sits for several long, quiet moments ~~~

Bridgette: So... I have to know...

Zane: What?

Bridgette: ... Why? Why take that extra risk?

Zane: .... I'm not sure.

Bridgette: Bullcrap. You don't make a move you haven't calculated out beforehand.

Zane: .... I..... I wanted to win that match. I wanted Chad to win. Besides the fact I wasn't in there to help, Clio had twice brazenly broken rules. She used the bat, then left the cage to get those chairs. If it was a straight up match, Chad could have handled it. But the deck was staked against him.

Bridgette: So you climbed the cage.

Zane: I figured I'd draw one of them away for a while, re-even the odds for a bit. Once I was up there with Edra, I realized I could take her out with that hot-shot. I thought I'd be able to catch myself on the cage.

Bridgette: Like Spiderman?

Zane: ... I suppose. I fell further back than I thought I would. I remember seeing Edra's face as she fell, then nothing.

Bridgette: ... I guess it's nice to know you can be impulsive.

Zane: Look where that got me. At least..

Bridgette: Don't you dare

Zane: Why not? It worked. we won the match. Those two have been such a pain in the rear for so long, they needed to see what it was like when someone gets in their business. I'm not saying I'd do it again... But I'm not sorry

Bridgette: Wrestlers. Not a sane one in the whole lot.

Zane: True. I kind of want Clio and Edra to lose those Championships ASAP, and I kind of want them to hold on to them until I'm back.

Bridgette: Because they'll play fair next time?

Zane: No, because Chad and I have an ace in the hole.

Bridgette: I know

Zane: Turn out the light would you, I need some rest.

Bridgette: First sane thing you've said today.

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

Back on the plane we see Ghosthead leaning back in his seat, street clothes of black and grey, sans facepaint. Oakley shades with white handles cover Ghosthead's eyes. His wife Shannon is leaning on his shoulder asleep as he stares out the window. Soon Stank arrives, looking down at his brother and sister-in-law.

Ghost - What is it?

Stank - Provided I don't succumb to the fingerpoke of doom, or somehow Puck Dupp beats you... there's a good chance you and I might face one another in the second round.

Ghost - Splendid.

Stank - I'm glad you think so. Cause I owe you a beating. That Imperial Onslaught briefcase should be mine. An Imperial Onslaught victory would have made a nice addition to my already outstanding career here and you ruined it, by breaking your promise never to spit that black shit in my face again.

Ghost - What do you want me to say, Lucas? I'm not sorry.

Stank - If you and I both make it to the second round... you will be. I promise you.

Ghosthead expression is hard to read until a smile creeps up on his face. Stank shakes his head and continues on to his seat. The camera fades.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad emerges from the gaggle of RNSFJ's again, two Aquafinas in hand, strolling up the aisle way. He passes the Drink & Destroy section and pauses to shake hands with all three members & their entourages, even A'isha. He seems to be heading straight to the back where Clio & Edra are seated, when he stops suddenly. The camera pans down.... to Amazing Jos and an empty seat. Jos has his phone out and is staring at it intently. Chad sits down and puts out his hand. ~~~

Chad: Chad Madison. Thought I'd stop by and greet you in person. Beverage?

~~ He holds out one of the Aquafinas ~~~

Jos: Thanks, I'm good (rattles a glass of brown liquid & ice in the cup holder beside him) Amazing Jos. You can just call me.... Amazing.

Chad: (laughs) Jos it is. Listen I see you're watching some clips of the Cox Girls on your phone...

jos: Who?

Chad: Clio & Edra.... Power & Glory.

Jos: Yes. My trainer hooked me up with this.

Chad: and I'm sure it's great. but listen, one Texan to another, You want a REAL detailed breakdown of Edra, move by move, come by and see me before your match. My partner has the most detailed library of video & analysis on every wrestler here.

Jos: Sorry about what happened to him

Chad: Hey, it's wrestling.

Jos: True.

Chad: And no one has actually been in the ring with them as much as I have lately. If you need...

Jos: I can manage. Thanks though.

Chad: Anytime, Fellow Texan.

~~~ Chad returns to the bikini-clad RNSFJ sections and we fade.... ~~~

[BookerShark]

Back in first class....

AD: I can't believe you still wear that thing.

FW: What thing? *Fire declines to open her eyes or take off her shades.*

AD: The Devils cap. I gave that to you when we left ROH to go to Japan. It was your first time on a plane and you were TERRIFIED.

FW: Was not.

AD: You were, and I was trying desperately to make an impression.

FW: You were not.

AD: I was too. And failing.

FW: You got me to give up going to Mexico and get on an evil plane and fly to Japan. I don't call that failing.

AD: Yeah, everything seemed to be working out perfectly, for a while anyway....I suppose you're still not going to tell me what happened.

FW: Past is past, Xan, we're here now. And you should be looking ahead. You have hopefully several very big and important matches going on.

AD: Yeah, and then you know what happens....Fire v. Alex...3? 4?

FW: Don't be looking past your first opponent. This Punswick guy....I don't know if you followed him at all in his other promotion but.

AD: Lemme think...ultra violent guy? Rough past? Gee....does that sound like anyone I know?

FW: Funny. Look up some of his videos because that's where the comparison with me and Moose stops.

AD: I'll look at it later...

FW: Don't wait, Wed-nes-day will be here sooner than you think.

AD: Gonna stick with that, eh?

FW: Since you're interrupting my sleep, yes, yes I am.

AD: Fine...go back to sleep.

FW: Thank you.

They are quiet for a moment.

AD: So what DID--

FW: Argh, let it go, will you? If we had gotten together then....REALLY together...we probably wouldn't be sitting here now, ya know?

AD: Fine.

FW: Okay.

They settle back in and both appear to drift back off to sleep.

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<An attendant comes up to Alex and tells him GM Selena wants to see him in her office at the back of the plane. Alex sighs and gets up and heads to the back. He is no sooner gone when Moose sits down next to Fire>

FW: that was quick

MHJ: I suspect it will be, Selena has no idea he is coming

FW: <looking and seeing its her brother and not Alex> What do you want?

MHJ: Good to see you too. Just making sure you are ok

FW: You care now?

MHJ: I see someone had an extra helping of asshole for breakfast this morning

<Moose starts to get up. Fire stops him>

FW: I'll be fine. I've lived through worse. Why the sudden concern.........you were checking on me for Clio

MHJ: No. She isn't 100% either, I don't need to check on you for her. She can handle herself just fine, even against you

FW: <scoffing> Not likely

MHJ: Well......we'll see. Go back to sleep.

FW: <mumbling> mmmmm hmmmm, later Jackie

<Moose gets up and makes his way back through the plane, he stops by Clio and Edra's seats>

MHJ: Congratulations ladies. Edra, there's not a whole lot I can tell you about the new guy, I have a friend who has done some work with LBCW, I will call him when we land and get a scouting report. Clio, tomorrow morning 6am.

Clio: For what?

MHJ: training.

Clio: YOU are going to be up at six am?

MHJ: For this, yes. Be there and be ready. Edra, you too, you will make a fine stand-in for Fire

Edra: Wait, you want me to spar with my sister?

MHJ: <grinning> Unless you are afraid

Edra: <giving Moose the evil eye> I'll be there

MHJ: Good.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now preparing for landing, please find your seats and fasten your seatbelts

MHJ: I'll catch up with you later

<as he is heading to the back, Moose and Alex pass. Moose just smirks>

MHJ: So, what did Selena want?

<Alex doesn't say anything at first, then turns like he is going to go after Moose, but remembers the no violence rule, takes a deep breath and heads back to Fire. Moose continues down the aisle and takes his seat by LD and Stank>

MHJ: I deserve a fucking medal

LDW: for what?

Sta: He just passed Alex and didn't attack him

LDW: that DOES merit a medal.

Sta: Getting soft in your old age Moose?

MHJ: You ever been in a Portuguese prison?

LDW: Mom says they're not so bad

Sta: I think that's where she vacations

LDW: Ha ha

Sta: Maybe they force feed her that poutine crap

LDW: Are you STILL going on about that?

Sta: seriously, gravy and cheese curds on french fries. There is nothing about that that is a good idea. Nothing

LDW: It's not that bad. Wash it down with a Molson and you have a proper Canadian dinner

Sta: Seriously, stop

LDW: Maybe some bacon with it too.......

Sta: stop

LDW: a shot of crown for dessert

Sta: I am about to kill me a Canadian......

MHJ: you ever been to a Portuguese prison Stank?

Sta: Shut up Moose

LDW: maybe some salmon jerky and ketchup flavored chips too!

<Stank presses the button to call the attendant repeatedly>

Sta: Where's the damn bags!

MHJ: Getting soft in your old age Stank?

Sta: Shut the fuck up Moose

LDW: I think he is turning green.......

Sta: There are about to be two dead motherfuckers when this plane lands

<Moose and LD just laugh hysterically at this>

MHJ: ok, ok, I don't want to give him any excuses for losing to me Wednesday

Sta: I am going to beat you to......

MHJ: Maybe Selena could make it a poutine on a pole match

LDW: I could ref.....

Sta: I hate you both so fucking much.....

<fade>

[wyattcox]

*Moments after barely meeting the acquaintance of OOWF Tag Team Champions, "Power and Glory", Jos is walking around the airport, cell phone in hand*

Jos: Thomas, you don't understand! Home gurl had thick thighs and a nice ass booty! Then her and her sister pull a ho move and cheap shot me when I was about to get some!

Voice on phone: Mumble... Mumble... Mumble...

Jos: Fuck that, if none of them wanted some of my beef enchilada, then they must be lesbo's!

Voice one phone: Mumble... Mumble...

I don't even know if they realized they were fucking with the LBCW Champ! I just got word i'm facing one of them in this invitational tournament.

Voice on phone: Mumble.. Mumble. Mumble...

Jos: You don't understand, Thomas, you just don't understand! Bitch says she's tougher than Wiggy. She doesn't even know what the fuck i'm about to do to Wiggy this weekend! If she did, she would realize shit is gonna get real on Wednesday!

Voice on phone: Mumble....

Jos: *Takes a random seat*[/b] Bitchez running wild in this company, Tom! Speaking of bitchez, I haven't seen Puns yet. Anyways, I gotta go, I need to keep an ear out for when it's time to board the plane. Lates! *Hangs up phone*[/b]

Voice right next to Jos: Sounds like some one finally shut you up

[wyattcox]

*DK Murphy is sitting on the plane, watching something on an iPad. After a minute he looks up, and turns to Dashing Victor Deniro, who is sitting beside him.*

DKM: That's it? The Best of Johnny Icepick? Was that the trailer?

DVD: Nope, that's the whole thing. Don't worry about that. Rely on your training and instincts. You'll find that you have to deal with surprises anyways here in the big leagues.

DKM: Got it. Not to worry, I'll come through. It'll be fun facing Danny in the next round.

*Kayfbe, passing by, stops and looks at them*

DVD: He's brash and confident.

*Kayfabe gives a cautious half-nod*

DKM: Yeah, that was totally in character.

*Kayfabe shakes her head and walks away*

[wyattcox]

FADE in on the plane to Portugal. Sitting near the back is Stan Fulton, Mai Muyo and Junichiro Muyo. Kayfabe walks away from DK Murphy and passes the Muyo/Fulton row. She gives Stan a stare that chills the drinks on the dropdown trays. She moves on and all three wrestlers shiver.

Eco: “She doesn’t like you.”

SF: “I know. One week I think we’re getting along, the next she’s throwing shuriken. Do you know that we actually fought one another last week?”

MM: “You never said anything!”

SF: “Well I was packing my swords away for the trip. There’s a Haidong Gumdo dojang in Germany I want to visit. Anyway, she clubs me from behind, I stumble away from my gear and she grabs one of my swords. I manage to get around and grab another and we have a God-honest sword fight right there in the garage.”

Eco: “Cool. Who won?”

SF: “Neither of us. Spotlights hit us, someone yelled at us to drop our weapons and she pointed the sword at me. She said ‘Another time, Highlander,’ dropped the sword and took off.”

MM: “She spoke?! I didn’t think she spoke.”

SF: “Only off camera. On camera she’s a mute, but turn the cameras off and she’s Chatty Cathy.”

Eco: “You’re not from Scotland are you?”

SF: “No. That’s the odd part.”

All three ponder this for a moment and then shake off the quandary. They glance at the card for the upcoming Midweek Mayhem.

MM: “Looks like Juni has the easiest path to the quarterfinals.”

SF: “Yep.”

Eco: “What do you mean, easiest?”

SF: “The biggest challenge you have is your first match. You get by LD, then you face Matt then Rabbit. Mai will have to face either Stank or Moose if the brackets fall out the way they’re written on the runsheet. The winner between the two of them probably defeats Ghosthead. Mai can take Vlad and either Dillon or Alexis. But then either Stank, Moose or Ghosthead? Brutal.”

MM: “Stan, if he defeats Justin, takes on probably Chris Evans. Assuming he gets through Chris...”

SF: “Thanks.”

MM: “...he probably faces The Kai. Tough to get through that.”

Eco: “Who’s the new guy?”

SF: “The Amazing Jos.”

MM: “Is that pronounced like Joes or Joss?”

Eco: “Maybe Joz.”

SF: “Reminds me of J-P Sparxx.”

MM: “Whatever happened to J-P?”

SF: “Heard he did some time for hitting his girl. Seems she said something about Jay-Z’s abs and J-P flipped. After he got out he worked some indy dates; I think he’s in Miami in some local fed.”

MM: “Poor J-P.”

SF: “Yeah. Seems all his income goes to paying the fine and legal fees. He’s living in a shelter last I heard. I’ve got Martha trying to find him and help him out.”

Eco: “So singles training once we land.”

SF: “We’re never going to get on a roll if we can’t start working as a tag team once a month.”

Eco: “Patience, Grasshopper.”

SF: “Master, why do you call me Grasshopper?”

Eco: “Because you ugly, like bug.”

The three break down in giggles and we FADE.

[wyattcox]

<we cut to the gym, where Moose is putting the girls through their paces. Edra is already in the ring and has dispatched of several local workers while Clio is on the outside working on cardio. Moose calls for Edra to stop>

MHJ: Ok, enough for now, you get the idea of what to expect from Jos. It’s not a perfect scouting report, but no scouting report ever is. You can have all the binders and video you want, once you start relying on them to anticipate what is coming next, all your opponent has to do is change things up slightly and you are off balance. Expect the unexpected, don’t let anything shock you. Now, work on some cardio.

Clio, you’re up

<Clio climbs into the ring and goes through some of the motions with a worker. She whips him into the corner and as he staggers out, she starts to throw a kick, but instead hesitates and catches him with a belly to belly suplex>

MHJ: Stop, stop. What the hell was that?

Clio: What the hell was what?

MHJ: You were going for the kick, then you hit the belly to belly instead. Why?

Clio: Cause I thought……..

MHJ: No! don’t think! Just DO. You hesitate like that against Fire and she will be all over you. Do it again.

<Clio whips the guy into the corner and as he staggers out, she starts for the kick, hesitates, then hits one that barely grazes his head>

MHJ: No no no. Goddamn it what is wrong with you? Do you know how easily Fire would block that kick? She is going to catch your leg, trip you to the mat, and have you in the money clip in seconds. What is wrong with you?

Clio: My ankles…..

MHJ: What about them

Clio: <getting angry> THEY STILL HURT DAMMIT

MHJ: So?

Clio: Why would I kick someone if it is going to hurt me more?

<Moose just stares at her for a minute, then looks at the worker>

MHJ: YOU! stand there and don’t move

<looking at Clio>

MHJ: Kick him in the head

Clio: IT IS GOING TO HURT LIKE HELL

MHJ: OF COURSE IT IS GOING TO HURT LIKE HELL! DO IT ANYWAY

<Clio snarls and NAILS the kid with a PERFECT kick to the side of the head. He drops like a bag of rocks, Clio spins around and grabs her ankle and winces but does not go down>

MHJ: Did it hurt?

Clio: FUCKING YES IT HURT!

MHJ: Do you think it hurt you, or him, more

<Clio looks at the kid and sees he hasn’t moved, and seems to understand>

MHJ: Your pain doesn’t matter. I have put myself through a flaming barbed wire table to inflict more pain on someone else. Did it hurt me? Yes, it hurt like hell, but it hurt them MORE, that is all that matters. You are going to hurt, you are going to get hurt. <Moose looks over and calls Edra back into the ring> Look, both of you suffered your first real injuries. For you Clio, those are targets for Fire and she won’t hold a bit back in going after them. She is going to do everything she can to hurt you. And Edra, Jos doesn’t seem like that kind of guy, but he is also not stupid. He knows you are not 100% and he is going to go for any advantage.

You are your own weapons. Don’t think, just do. Do you think I THOUGHT about what could happen when Fire and I climbed on top of the barbed wire cage? Do you think I thought I would fall through it, and catch a piece of barbed wire along my neck <Moose pulls his hair back and we see a nasty scar> A couple millimeters deeper and it would have opened the jugular and I would have bled to death

<Clio and Edra just stare with their mouths open>

Did I think about that? No. I thought, I am on top of this cage, and I am going to do everything I can to put Fire through it. I am my weapon and I have to make my opponent suffer more than me before my opponent can make me suffer more than them. You can’t debate. If you think it is a good idea to suplex someone off the top rope through a table, do it. Don’t calculate the risk, just do it. I guarandamntee you it is going to hurt them more than it hurts you. Will it hurt you? Yes, and it will probably hurt like hell. But your pain doesn’t fucking matter, all that matters is THEIR pain. Understand?

Edra nods. Clio seems lost in thought for a moment, then looks at Moose with an evil glint in her eyes

Clio: I understand. Hey kid, you over there, you in the ring next.

<As the kid steps between the ropes, Clio charges over and catches him with a kick to the side of the head that nearly knocks him out cold, then pulls him into the ring, hooks him and hits a BRAINBUSTER. The kid is out. Clio jumps to her feet almost in shock>

Clio: What the……

MHJ: Congratulations, you didn’t think. You just did. You kicked the kid, and the next impulse was a brainbuster, so you did that. Excellent. Fire is great at reading intentions, not thinking, not planning out moves throws her off balance. And Edra, you need to work on not thinking. I want the two of you in the ring together now, I know what you can do, and everytime I see one of you stop to think, the other gets a free kick. Ready?

Moose looks at the INC’s gathered around……..all of you……..OUT NOW!

<they are all herded out the door and the gym door slams shut and locks and we fade>

[wyattcox]

(Edra and Clio enter the suite late in the day. They are exhausted after Moose's workout and plop on the couch. Sunny comes walking in with a huge package of papers and DVDs and dumps them on the table in front of them.)

Edra: What's this?

Sunny: Seems your dad's name and Moose's pulls some weight. I made some calls. Christian Carter and Wiggy both sent a stack of material via courier. Oh, Wiggy had a message for you, Edra.

Edra: What?

Sunny: She said, and I quote, “Leave a little for me on Sunday.”

Clio: Sunday?

Sunny: He defends his title against her in Dayton on Sunday.

Clio: Which means he's already distracted, and...

Sunny: Don't count on that. I made reservations for dinner in 90 minutes.

Edra: I don't have time for this. Find the most relevant information, put it together, and I'll look at it in the morning.

Sunny: Sounds good. Meanwhile...

(The lighting changes and the wall behind them becomes an interview backdrop.)

Edra: What the?

Sunny: Perks of the champs...and your dad's money.

Clio: But now?

Sunny: No time like the present.

(Sunny picks up a microphone and the twins stand.)

Sunny: Power and Glory, congratulations on becoming the new Tag Team Champions.

Edra: May 30th, 2012. Power and Glory stepped into a wrestling ring to compete for the first time ever, anywhere, against the best in the world. We took it seriously, we proved that night that we had what it took.

Clio: The doubters, the naysayers, none of them thought we had what it took. Now look, just eight months later, we stand here, proudly holding the World Tag Team Championships.

Sunny: Some of those doubters include the team whose place you took in the Dance of Death, Texpress.

Edra: Let me explain something to you two products of the San Antonio Texas public school system. Yes, Chad got his hand raised, but WE WON. We dragged Texpress down to a level that they have never been. We brought them down to the level of the Saints of Sinners. And they couldn't handle our game. Now, Miss Bridgette, I'm sorry about your boy, but he got what he deserved. And Chad, I really do hope that you get the chance to face Moose in an Onslaught Match. Because it won't be anything like you're expecting.

Clio: Chad, you're a phony and a fraud. Zane, you admitted you wanted to take my sister out, snapping her neck on that steel pole. It didn't work. Texpress won the match, but we won THESE. You tell me, Zane. You and Chad can lie to yourselves all you want, but look at these and tell me, who's the real winner, boy?

Sunny: The annual OOWF Invitational begins this week, and you both have matches against World Heavyweight Champions. Power, you face the current LBCW champion Amazing Jos.

Edra: Jos, hope you enjoyed your sample of Double Elimination. Well, Wednesday night at Mayhem you face me one-on-one. You better be ready for some serious pain. They don't call me Power for nothing. Pinning you and putting you in a mindset of losing in time for you title match Sunday against Wiggy in Dayton? That makes my day, boy.

Sunny: And Glory, your shot at more gold for the Saints of Sinners with a World Championship shot against Firewoman.

Clio: (Dropping the game face and looking very vulnerable) You know, Dad always said you were the best in the world. Now prove it, Mrs Darling. Fire. You. Me. Let's dance.

(Clio turns and walks into her room leaving a puzzled Edra and Sunny looking at each other as we..)


FADE

[wyattcox]

Several hours later, Firewoman is SITTING~! in a local drinking establishment. Just her kind of place. She appears to be alone, taking in the local color, when she sees in the mirror Clio, Edra, and Sunny walk in, but they don't see her. She just kind of watches for a minute, keeping her head down, over-hearing bits of the conversation as they walk past her, not noticing.

C: I have never been so sore....

E: Dad's workouts were refined, targeted to specific tactics and muscle groups...Moose is just....

C: Brutal.

E: Brutal.

S: You guys grab a seat, I'll get a tab started....

The conversation fades off, and Firewoman merely smirks.

Time passes, and the INCs have gone elsewhere on OOWF-TV, and then come back. Edra and Clio and Sunny have enlivened the locals with their dancing and antics, when Clio decides to go outside for some fresh air. She heads out the back door, humming softly to herself. It's a dark narrow alley, and it's damp from mists and fog. A voice comes at her from out of the mists.

FW: So...you ready to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Clio jumps, startled, but ready to defend, and she sees Firewoman walk out of the fog, having stepped out for a smoke. Clio hesitates for a moment, but then, as if trying to remember Moose's lesson, toughens up.

C: The world champ taken to skulking around in alleys quoting movie lines? What WOULD Selena think?

FW: It's a good line, one of my favorites. And Selena thinks you're ready to step up to number one.

C: Selena seems to think so....and Moose...he's working with us and--

FW: *takes a drag, but then laughs, smoke billowing out* Oh yeah, I saw. He's trying to turn you into me. Or at least the version of me he wants me to be.

C: No he's--

FW: But...*drag*...He'll fail. I'm one of a kind.

C: I don't want to be like you. Skulking in alleys, marrying a rich guy to take care of me--

Fire's eyes blaze with rage, and she aggressively throws down her cigarette, and takes a step towards Clio, who doesn't move back, but maybe looks like she wants to.

FW: Another day, another time, I'd have your guts for garters. Instead, I'll just thank you to shut your stupid mouth about things you don't understand.

C: Oh, so there IS a way to get under Fire's skin...interesting...

FW: Did my brother NOT explain to you the perils of poking at me too often? No, probably not. He's been too busy playing Henry Higgins to your Eliza Doolittle?

C: Huh?

FW: Oh gods, read a book. Didn't you go to college? In fact.......

C: Yeah, but I....now what's so damn funny?

Firewoman walks slowly around Clio, laughing to herself.

FW: My brother...my brother is QUITE the hypocrite. Disowning me over his petty pride. He hates Alex because he was born into a rich family, but you two....you two had everything we never did, too, AND your precious daddy just gave you two million dollars, just because.

C: Because we won a title.

Firewoman gets right up into Clio's face.

FW: Championship.

C: Jealous? Mad we took it from your sugar daddy?

The two stand nose to nose, as the fogs swirl around them, the street lights bouncing off the water vapor, making the whole area seem to glow. Finally, Fire smiles, and backs off.

FW: Jealous? No. Envious...yes.

C: *clearly disarmed by this* Envious? Of--

FW: I remember being that driven, that ambitious, that sure of myself...when was that....oh yesterday.

C: Yesterday's gone. Wait until tomorrow.

FW: Oh...I will....because rather than teach you the lesson you so RICHLY deserve right here, and right now, I'll wait. Until tomorrow. There was a time that these bricks would be stained red with your blood, but no....we do this right. In the ring.

C: Fine. In the ring.

FW: It'll be my pleasure...again. Make sure you're ready, because this time, it's for real.

Fire starts to walk away, but Clio looks conflicted, and finally calls to her.

C: Fire...I have to know....our first match....the handicapped one, where we won.....did we? I mean, did we REALLY beat you? Or did you--

FW: *Still walking away* Golly gee, no Clio, you totes won that fair and square.

C: And why should I believe you?

Fire stops, smiles, and walks slowly back as she talks.

FW: You know...you're right...I need to look you in the eye....and settle this...once and for all. Because the answer to your question, and you have every reason in the world to ask me that question...... And the answer to that question is, No. I have never thrown a match, for any reason.

Clio nods, and breathes a sigh of relief, but then stops, and looks up.

C: Are you telling me the truth? Because your history....Rule 1? "Firewoman lies?"

Firewoman rubs her hands through her hair, looks down, and like she's struggling with the answer.

C: It's not a difficult question, Fire.

FW: You know a long time ago...Well, not that long ago...I heard your daddy tell you, "Adversity defines your character in your darkest hour."

C: You did?

FW: Sure, why not? And faced with the adversity of possibility angering you, knowing your back-up is just a big scream from you away, I will tell you...

Fire takes another breath

FW: I have lied every day of my stinking life. Because I am a war child. and that's what a war child does.

C: War? I don't understand--

FW: You know my history...Moose's history. Every day...from Patrick's death on, was a war, just to keep going, just to live. I lie to survive tonight, simply to get through to tomorrow. Whatever answer I had to give in my life to survive on that particular night...just so I could wake up the next day alive, with a little food or shelter, without a new threat to deal with...I have lied through my teeth...I have lied swearing to my gods...I have lied on the the souls of my parents, miserable though they were, and I have lied, lied, lied, and I DON'T regret it because that's what it took for me to survive. Because that's what a war child does.

Clio blinks at Fire, stunned. Fire has gotten more agitated (or is that manic?) in her speech, but takes a deep breath and recovers.

FW: But I will tell you, looking you in the eye RIGHT NOW, and knowing that my VERY SOUL is on the line right now, I swear to you...on everything that is holy...Clio Neal Cox...I have lied every day of my life....but I SWEAR to you...I am NOT lying now.

Clio looks into her eyes, trying to see something there.

C: So....you're a changed woman then.

FW: *looking hurt* I don't know if I'm a changed woman. I'm trying! I'm trying to change. And maybe I can learn that from you, how to change, by telling the truth now. I can't tell you I've been a saint. I've never been a saint in my life. But...I want to be a better person and if that's what it takes to do that, then that's what I'll do. Tell you the truth...I did not throw that match.

C: But I replay that match in my head, and...it doesn't make sense, it....

FW: *sighing in frustration* I didn't throw it. C'mon Clio...you know what it's like to be accused of something you didn't do, of cheating. You can relate to how that feels right? You've heard the whispers that you two must have some edge....

Clio nods slightly.

FW: I. Did not. Throw. Our Match. People are trying to tear you down, Clio, make you think you're less than you are, that you couldn't possibly have won a handicapped match against Six Pack Grand Slam World Champion Firewoman. Sure, Edra is better than you in the ring, but you've got talents she doesn't have...if I remember right.

Fire and Clio are close, close enough to kiss. In fact, Clio just closes her eyes when a voice calls out.

V: Ms. Darling? You said to meet you back here?

Into view comes what looks like a young priest. He's handsome. And he looks very unsure of himself.

YP: You said you wanted me to hear your confession.

Firewoman smiles as Clio opens her eyes.

FW: Yes Father...I will be right there.

Fire smiles at Clio and then turns and hooks her arm through the young priest's arm, and they walk through the mists together.
Clio stands there for a minute, and then erupts with a shriek of primal rage, and begins trashing the helpless garbage cans in the
back. Hearing the commotion, Edra and Sunny come running out.

E: What happened?

S: Why were you gone so long?

Clio calms down enough to look at both of them, with tears of rage (or something else?) in her eyes...

C: I....am going....to kill her....tomorrow.


[OOC: With thanks and apologies to Paul Heyman]

[wyattcox]

<Fire and the young priest walk into the nearest Catholic church and walk over to the confessional>

YP: my child I would be happy to hear your confession, just step into the......

<Fire cuddles up to the young priest, and just about purrs>

FW: I have a better idea......

<the young priest hesitates for a moment, then looks like he is about to give in when we hear a loud voice>

LV: Sins of the flesh, father? Really? Going to make yourself impure before the eyes of God. tsk tsk

<the young priest snaps back to reality and shoves away from Fire and looks at the man walking out of the shadows, and retreats quickly to the back. Fire just smirks and turns around>

FW: I'm surprised you didn't burst into flames coming in here

MHJ: <ignoring Fire's comment> Mind games, eh Fire? <smirking> a leopard truly does not change its spots

FW: <feigning innocence> who me? She asked me a question, and I answered

MHJ: Sure you did. So what is it about Clio that gets under your skin so much sister dear?

FW: <snarling a little> what makes you think there is anything about her that gets under my skin?

MHJ: Look at you right now, that tells me all I need to know. That, and your comment. I'm making Clio everything I wanted you to be, eh? Jealousy is a bitch

FW: <laughing> jealous? really. How DO you manage to have the time to be a raging psychopath AND a junior psychologist

MHJ: You and I have both been to enough of them to know that those two things are not mutually exclusive

FW: So how about answering MY question then. You detest Alex, yet, the girls have money.......

MHJ: They didn't always have money. They know what it is like to go without. There is a difference between having money and being rich. Alex was born with a silver spoon stuck up his ass

FW: And gave that all away, and busted his ass to get where he is now

MHJ: <laughing> sure he did. That totally explains the sportscars, the homes in exotic locations, the Darling jet. We make good money. We don't make THAT much

FW: And focus rooms, and mountaintop compounds?

MHJ: That's all Wyatt. So, now, how about answering MY question. There is something about Clio that doesn't sit well with you

FW: Bullshit

MHJ: really. Then why the mind games

FW: Because they are fun

MHJ: Mmmmm hmmm and it gives you an advantage

FW: Which never hurts

MHJ: And yet, when you faced Rabbit.......nothing. I don't think you even MENTIONED him. But against Clio.....you need an advantage

FW: Sometimes its just for fun, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

MHJ: You know Fire, I have told Clio what happens if they keep poking you. But you forget.....you are not the only one on this roster with an out of control temper. Keep that in mind when you go around poking people and pushing them too far as well

FW: <sarcastically> Your concern for Clio is touching

MHJ: <as he walks out of the church> who says my concern is just for Clio?

<Fire stands there for a moment, then realizes the young priest is not coming back>

FW: Damn it

<she heads out of the church and into the night>

[wyattcox]

We come up in the Destroyatorium, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor leaning in the doorway staring out into the hall. Spencer walks over and nudges him in the ribs.

SD: What are you up to big guy?

Danny motions out into the hallway and Spencer follows his gaze. They see Ricky Soaring Eagle stomping around some production assistants shoving them out of his way, and yelling about feeling his pain. He stops and shoves over a stack of clangy poles before continuing on his way. Danny just shakes his head and turns to Spencer.

SD: That guy is full of rage.

Danny nods.

SD: He's not going to be happy about Dance of Death.

Danny shakes his head no.

SD: You are going to be in for a rough night tomorrow.

Danny let's out a sigh and his shoulders slump a little.

SD: But I think when...

Danny makes the sign language signal for if.

SD: WHEN you beat Ricky, you are in for a tougher challenge.

Danny's gaze moves across the room to where we see DK Murphy looking over some files on his opponent with Vic. A smile crosses his face, and Spencer let's out a chuckle.

SD: It's just like with DH or Jack or Lobo, you boys always seem to have the most fun when you are beating the crud out of each other.

Danny's smile just widens and he shrugs.

SD: Well, all the more motivation to beat Ricky then no?

Danny thinks about this for a minute, and then nods. He then motions over towards the bar where Ashley is cleaning some glasses.

SD: Yeah, I think I can help you with some Endurance training as Jack used to say.

Danny let's out a chuckle of his own and the two head towards the bar as the scene

FADES

[wyattcox]

*Ric's Sandwich Shop*

Alexis is having a late meal with Ashley after an extensive cardio workout when a dark shadow appears over the table.

Dillon Walker: What a couple fine fillies like you doing sitting by your lonesome. Need a southern gentleman to keep you company?

Lexie: You do know I'm wrestling you Wednesday right?

DW: Surely you must be joking ma'am. I'm a by gawd professional wrestler. We don't wrestle the sandwich makers even here in Portugal.

Alexis looks, well shocked.

DW: I see you be in awe of my hospitality and charm so if you can just point me on my way to the boy named Alexis, that will surely be great. His momma musta been a big Johnny Cash fan to name a boy with a girls name. Now I love me the man in black, but Alexis ain't no name for a good ole boy.

Ashley: I'd go away now if I were you.

Dillon turns towards Ashley and reaches out to caress her cheek but before his hand gets too close he's spun around by Alexis.

Lexie: I'm all woman Mr. Walker and it's you and me who are dancing tomorrow night. Now why don't you take your fake southern hospitality and your fraudulent charm and ride that bullshit right on out of my face.

DW: Pops always said to treat a southern belle with courtesy and respect but then he's never been a real man so I'll show you what my true hospitality is.

Lexie: I ain't a southern belle buckaroo. I'm a Yankee bitch born and bred. And I'm going to show you exactly why the south won't rise again. Booyah, bitch.

Dillon gets right in Lexie's face and it looks like the two are about to come to blows before the shift change group of security guards enter the cafeteria and quickly get between the two as we...

*Fade*

[wyattcox]

<Clio and Sunny get to her room, Clio practically kicks the door off the hinges, before she turns on the light she sees the familiar glow of a cigar. She flips the lights on>

Clio: How do you keep doing that?

MHJ: Does it matter?

Clio: Sunny, can you give us a minute

<Sunny hesitates for a minute, then leaves. Clio just stares at Moose for a minute, for the first time looking a little lost and vulnerable>

Clio: she says she’s not lying……..but if she is…….but if she’s not…….

MHJ: Do you want to win the world title?

Clio: What?

MHJ: Do. You. Want. To. Win. The. World. Title.

Clio: Well…….I guess, but I…….

MHJ: Right now…….decide…….what is more important to you…….getting Fire back into bed, or getting even and winning that world title

<Clio thinks for a second and her eyes narrow>

Clio: I want revenge.

MHJ: Then it doesn’t fucking matter if she did or didn’t. What matters is she is playing head games with you, and you are letting her

Clio: What?

MHJ: You ever see a cobra stalk its prey? It dances around and puffs itself up and the pray is paralyzed, mesmerized , it is a helpless victim at that point, all it is doing is waiting for the cobra to strike. Out in that alley, Fire was the cobra, and you were the willing victim. She was circling you, she had your complete attention

Clio: I…….thought she was just……

MHJ: Admiring you? No. She was toying with you. When Fire is facing someone who poses a threat, nothing she does is random. Nothing is left to chance. She is as calculating and manipulative as they come. You think it was an accident that she was in that alley when you came out? She knew exactly what she was doing, and she hooked you. Had she not had that boy toy priest she would have reeled you in.

<Clio just sits on the corner of the bed and lets it all soak in, then gets angry>

Clio: I am going to fucking hurt her. Still……..that match

MHJ: Let it the fuck go. Seriously, are you out of your fucking mind? Who knows Fire better than me? No one, Not even Alex. She doesn’t care about you in the least, she is fucking with your head. She will drag you right down the same road that Phelps did. <Clio bristles at this> Get your head out of your ass. She. Doesn't. Care. You are a toy to her. She wants you to think she did you a favor. Did she throw the match? No. Fire would never purposely lose at anything EVER. She hates losing at ANYTHING. That’s why we are not allowed to play board games anymore. Let it go.

Clio: <after thinking about it for a minute> You’re right. It doesn’t matter. We are here now. And we have EARNED our spot by winning those tag titles. It DOESN’T matter.

MHJ: <getting up to leave> Good. Get some rest, tomorrow is a big night.

<Moose walks out of the room but stops in front of Sunny and just looks at her and smirks>

MHJ: Night Edra

Edra: Night Jack

<Moose leaves their locker room and heads down the hall>

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