Midweek Mayhem (2/13) Live from Mons, Belgium

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem / OOWF Invitational Quarterfinals
Live from Mons, Belgium
Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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

OOWF World Tag Team Championship
Power & Glory © vs. Stan Fulton & Ecosystem

#1 contender Onslaught Title
The Kai vs. Mai Muyo vs. Chad Madison

OOWF Invitational Quarterfinals

Moosehead Jack vs Alexis Darling
Danny Taylor vs Jeremy Punswick
Chris Evans vs Amazing Jos
Matt Folz vs LD Williams


Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Rabbit Mask vs. Stank vs. DK Murphy

Alexander Darling vs. Ghosthead

Card subject to Bats in The Belfry

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After the show Alex is stalking back to the locker rooms, and Firewoman is trying to catch up. They pass Clio and Edra, and Clio watches her pass, a wicked gleam in her eye.

E: C'mon Clio, let's go out and celebrate.

C: I'll be there in a minute.

Edra throws her hands up and heads back to their rooms to get changed. Clio follows, taunting Fire.

C: Aw, is Wittle Alex going to have a tantrum? Even THAT he probably can't do as well as you can.

Clio barely gets the sentence out when Fire has spun around and pinned her against the wall, forearm to the throat.

FW: Do. Not. Poke. At. Me. Right. Now. Little. Girl. And DEFINITELY do not poke at Alex.

C: Or else--

FW: If you weren't so mind-numbling stupid, you'd know the only thing preventing him doing something rash and completely annihilating you right now is ME.

C: Aw, gee, Fire...it's almost like you CAAAARE about me.

FW: You know what? You're right. I lied. I don't give a shit about you. I didn't give a shit about Chloe. I don't think about that night. I don't remember the date. Hell, I BARELY remember anything about the night, and that doesn't have anything to do with alcohol. It was just another notch in my belt and I forgot most of it as soon as it happened.

To punctuate, Fire kisses Clio right on the lips and then pulls back.

FW: See? Nothing. Now run along, and stay out of my business.

Fire releases her continues towards the Darling Luxury Suites. Clio stands there...stunned....and then turns and walks slowly toward her room.

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(Edra and Sunny have changed and are chatting away about how the match went when Clio comes straggling in, a blank look on her face.)

Edra: Sis, come on, get changed...are you alright?

Clio: (Deadpan) Oh, fine. Everything's peachy. We kept our cool and sent the Darlings packing. Life is good.

Sunny: Clio, if you're not up to going out tonight...

Clio: (Smiling and perky as if a switch was thrown) Up to it, up to it, most assuredly Sunny my dear. Would you care to join me while I change? It might speed things up, or it might...slow things down. Either option would please me greatly.

Sunny: Go on in, dear, I'll be there in a second.

(Clio walks into her room, while Sunny and Edra look at each other with worried faces. They speak in whispers.)

Edra: It's Fire.

Sunny: Duh, I figured that out. I don't need any mind reading to figure that out.

Edra: We should stay in.

Sunny: We should NOT. She needs to blow off steam. Somewhere, anywhere, away from here. Then after, I can get her settled.

Edra: Yeah. Makes sense.

Sunny: Let me check on her.

(Sunny quietly creeps into Clio's room. She is almost dressed, and Sunny zips her up.)

Sunny: Clio, I....

(Clio spins around and takes Sunny in her arms and kisses her hard.)

Clio: It's over. Thank you. I know now there are only three people in this world worth loving. Three people that I love and care anything about, and they love me. Thank you for being one of them.

Sunny: Thank you, Clio. I know your sister and father will appreciate that,

Clio: Oh, Dad had nothing to do with this.

Sunny: Then who..(Clio puts a finger to Sunny's lips.)

Clio: Patience. Right now, we party, then tomorrow, we plan.

Sunny: For?

Clio: First we destroy Crusher and Ecosystem, then it's back to Dad's old plan. Ahhh, I love me a blood war. Let's go. But first...

(Clio passionately kisses Sunny as we...)

FADE

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*Backstage, Jos is sitting on a bench with a towel draped over him.

*The camera walks up to Mr. Amazing before he picks up his head

*Loosens up the straps to his mask before pouring a bottled water over his face.

Jos: That's another "W" for the record books. People, how many more times do I have to say it?I'm winning this and i'm winning it with style! Everyone wants to deny the Truth, some want to hide from the truth, but at the end of the day, the truth rises above all!

I'm Amazing Jos, i'm the LBCW Champion and it's only a matter of time before I win the OOWF Invitational and then become OOWF Heavyweight Champion!

Chris Evans, I heard you are a big deal around here, so let me make this brief and clear. Despite everything you and I have done in the past, there is one thing in between us next week. Another win towards glory.

You better believe I will do everything within my power to get that win and get that much closer to the promise land.

People, put your money on Jos next week, fuck what ya heard, time is ticking!

Chris Evans, next week, prepare to be amazed!




*Throws towel over camera.

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Jeremy Punswick sits down backstage after his match with Chad Madison. He pulls off his kick pads, unites his boots and pulls down his knee pads. Under his right knee is a black brace. He removes the brace and bends his knee and winces. He bends and extends his knee several times, grimacing all the while. Puns looks up to see the camera man watching him.

Puns: I did what I said i do, just like I always do. Chad Madison, through all your boasting all you did was make yourself look stupid. You shouldn't have underestimated me. You said you watched all the footage on me you could find? There's honestly not that much footage out there. I dunno how 15 or so matches is gonna help you all that much. Well, actually I do. It didn't help you at all. Even though you did all your scouting and supposedly broke down my matches and all the studying you did, you still got beat.

This goes out to the rest of you here. Keep underestimating me and I'll keep winning.

Oh and Jos, pray to whatever God you worship that you don't have to face me in this tournament. If you do I'm gonna do everything in my power to hurt you. You saw what I did to your boy Tom on Tuesday, didn't you? Dropped him right on his head. Step in that ring with me instead of hiding behind your false bravado and you'll end up just like your little buddy. Dropped right on your little head, on your back for the 1-2-3. You don't have political games you can play here to keep me away from you. Billy Corgan isn't gonna save you from me here. If you have the misfortune of stepping in the ring with me, I'm gonna soften you up and take that Lbcw title with me.

Speaking of having the misfortune of stepping in the ring with me, that brings me to Danny Taylor. If you sit back and take a look at the situation that's presented itself, and intelligently asses the situation in front of you, you'll know what's in store for you. If you go into the match overconfident trust me, I'm gonna drop you. You are gonna become just another name on the list of people who've fallen to me. I don't care who you are or what you think you've accomplished. You come in there underestimating me you'll end up like the rest of em have.

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(Edra and a very stoic Clio are in front of their interview banner after their all night party and trip to Mons.)

Sunny: Ladies, congratulations on your win last night.

Edra: Thank you...

Clio: (Interrupting) They never said we could do it. They never said we could win the big one. Well January 27th, we not only won the big one, we won the World Tag Team Championships. And we did it less than a week after one of our opponents this week tried to shatter my ankles with an ax handle. Just days after the actions of the so-called Measuring Sticks, Texpress, sent us to the hospital. Power and Glory were nowhere near 100 percent. To the doubters and the skeptics, you can all kiss our asses. Because not only did we win these championships, we beat one of our biggest critics. Then last night we beat the boy and his Mistress. He is floundering in a sea of mediocrity. Get yourself together, boy. You're becoming an embarrassment to your wife and your sister. Either get it together, or get out the rocking chair and head for New Orleans.

Edra: (Shaken) We proved last night that we can hang with some of the best in the business.

Clio: Now Alex will probably go hang himself.

Edra: We look forward to meeting the Darlings in the ring again in our contractually obligated rematch.

Sunny: This week you defend your championships against the team of Stan Fulton and Ecosystem.

Edra: Eight months ago Stan....

Clio: (Interrupting) Shadows. This week we defend our championships against shadows.

Edra: What?

Clio: Former Heavyweight Champion Stan Fulton, the man who ended the career of the legendary Outback Jack, who put Davin Moreland on the shelf, where the old GOAT should have stayed, who was someone to be feared, now is polishing pews in a church. Hell, Stan, just two weeks ago you tried to break my ankles. Now THAT was the man who should have been a Grand Slam Winner. Not this namby-pamby (Finger Quotes) “Lamb of God” All lambs are good for is being shorn for their wool and slaughtered for food.

Edra: Sis...

Clio: And Grand Slam Champion Ecosystem. The name used to strike terror in the hearts of the fans and wrestlers in the OOWF. Now this (Finger Quotes)”New Leaf” horse shit is getting you nowhere. Your sister doesn't believe you, your partner doesn't believe you, hell, even our newest fan Ernest Johnson in Sellers South Carolina doesn't believe you! No one does.

Edra: SIS!

Clio: Eco, Stan, you want these World Tag Team Championships? Then nut up, grow some balls, boys, because the Saints of Sinners don't play nice, or have you forgotten that already, Juni? Power and Glory will keep these World Tag Team Championships around their sexy waists for a good long time, and there's not a damn thing any of you can do about that. Trust me.

(Edra and Sunny just stare at Clio.)

Clio: What? Aren't you going to say anything?

(Edra and Sunny just stare at Clio.)

Clio: Fine. I'm going to lunch. You with me?

Sunny: Right behind you.

Edra: After that, someone's gotta watch your back.

(The threesome heads out the door as we...)

FADE

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FADE in backstage in Pamplona. The show has been over for a few hours and Stan Fulton is packing his bags for Belgium. A knock on his door causes Fulton to stop packing and slowly open the door.

Standing in the hallway is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.

MR: “You called?”

SF: “Thanks for coming. C’mon in. I’m just finishing up then we can get out of here.”

MR: “So. (Martha sits down on the room’s only chair) What was so all fired important that you called me to Spain from Miami?”

SF: “I need you to sign these and have them processed immediately.”

Fulton hands her a manila folder. Martha pages through the documents inside.

MR: “You really want to push this?”

SF: “Yeah. I’m going to need this done by the end of the year.”

MR: “Stan. What’s going on?”

Fulton sighs and sits on the folding bed in the corner.

SF: “Did you watch last night?”

MR: “Yeah.”

SF: “And did you see the card for this coming week?”

MR: “Yeah. You finally get your World Tag Team title shot.”

SF: “C’mon, Martha. You know this business well enough. The OOWF is not going to have the tag team championships change hands on a one-shot on Mayhem. Before they change hands, there will have to be an extended storyline, lots of promos, et cetera.”

There’s a soft knock on the door and Fulton motions to Martha to open it. She does and Kayfabe enters. She looks even more sad than Fulton does. She goes over to the bed, sits next to Fulton and gives him a big hug. She rises, pats Martha on the shoulder and leaves.

MR: “Weird.”

SF: “Anyway, Eco and I are going to be, ironically, crushed on Wednesday. We’ve had little time to practice as a team. We were both put in the Invitational to give others the push.”

Fulton gaze gets a distant look in them.

SF: “I really thought this year would be different. That I had a shot at this.”

MR: “You won your first round match.”

SF: “Right. Three years in this company and I’m just winning my first Invitational match. Amazing Jos comes in here and he’s in the quarterfinals. This company doesn’t want me around. I shouldn’t have fought so hard to return. I had a good life ahead of me. I could have become a secondary priest in a nice Catholic church back in the States. Maybe one day even become Head Priest. Save and protect the souls of my parishioners.”

MR: “So now you want me to increase your retirement account’s return?”

SF: “My contract runs through the next Dayton pay-per-view. I’m not going to renew it. I can retire from wrestling and go work in a seminary if nothing else.”

MR: (rising) “Okay. I’ll have these taken care of. But if you don’t mind, I’m going to be in your corner on Wednesday.”

SF: “Martha, I don’t want you getting hurt. Clio and Edra so no compunction on hurting bystanders. You’re not a manager and you’re not on the staff of the OOWF.”

MR: “Too bad. You can either fire me or let me do this. I’ve done everything that a manager can do. And I used to like Clio and Edra. I hope they’ll remember that they used to like me too and be cordial.”

SF: “Hmmph. Don’t count on it. They’ve changed since those days. Violent doesn’t even begin to describe them. I don’t want to have to be worrying about you during this match. That produces losses and injuries.”

MR: “So don’t worry. It’s not like you’re choosing this. I am.”

SF: “Seriously. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

MR: “I know. I get that from my father. Who’s got a bunch of guys from back in Columbia who would not take kindly to anyone who’d cause me harm.”

SF: “Oy vey. Columbian Death Squads, crazy tag teams and their crazy consultant. This should be a fun week.”

MR: “Enjoy the pain.”

SF: “Nice.”

The promo from Clio (featuring Edra and Sunny) is playing on the overhead monitor in the room and Martha turns up the sound to listen.

MR: “Don’t let her get to you.”

SF: “I don’t. What I did to Clio a couple weeks ago was wrong. In every sense of the word. I’m glad she’s okay. But I’m also glad she wasn’t able to hurt Mai.”

MR: “Mai can take care of herself.”

SF: “I know. That’s why I’ve let her be. She has to find her own way. God will be with her and that’s going to have to be good enough for me.”

MR: “So what Clio said doesn’t anger you?”

SF: “No. We’re citizens from a free country. She can say whatever she wants. Doesn’t make no matter. She wants to call me a lamb, so what? They’re just words. And like I said, I don’t think we can win those belts this week.”

MR: “Anything can happen, Stan.”

SF: “I know. On any given night, any OOWF wrestler can beat another. Sure we could theoretically win on Wednesday. But the odds are so stacked against us, between the short preparation, the Board being both against me and Juni... well, let’s just say I’m not getting a new name plate made this week.”

MR: “OK, Stan. But I’m going to say I told you so on Thursday.”

FADE

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Firewoman bursts into Selena's office.

GMtSa-T: Oh great, here we go. Look, I KNEW you were going to get all....YOU about this. So before you get all revved up, just stop. you wanted to defend your championship match so you are. For whatever reason, the board still likes you.

FW: I know the reason. I was an awesome commissioner. What about the integrity of the tournament though?

GMtSa-T: I just made that up, because I figured it would shut you up. There's no integrity. What the heck, this is professional wrestling! So just don't start trashing my office and--

FW: I'm not going to trash your office.

GMtSa-T: No? Fine, whatever crazy thing you're going to do and--

FW: I'm not going to do anything...I just stopped by to say thank you.

GMtSa-T: What?

FW: For an actual championship match. Thank you.

GMtSa-T: But...it's against...Justin Sane.

FW: I know.

GMtSa-T: But...he's a....a JOKE!

FW: Well, that's where you're wrong, Selena. He's a former tag team champion, I think he's won the DDT championship a couple of times, and ...well, he's no slouch in the ring. I think he's one of our most underrated performers.

GMtSa-T: ....

FW: ....

GMtSa-T: You're serious.

FW: And that Doughawk. That is DEVASTATING.

GMtSa-T: ...

FW: ...

GMtSa-T: Really.

FW: Yes.

GMtSa-T: ...

FW: What?

GMtSa-T: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!

FW: Fine, sheesh.

Firewoman turns and walks away, as Selena sits at her desk and puts her head in her hands.

GMtSa-T: Chuckles...just when I think I have this place figured out...

C: Juh-juh?

GMtSa-T: Oh....just.....shut up.

FADE

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~~~ Chad Madison stands in front of the OOWF Interview Banner, oddly sans RSNFJ ~~~

Chad: So apparently, I'm not winning the Invitational. So instead of making comments about the questionable booking and drawing the ire of Miss Kayfabe, I'm moving on to my Original goal, winning the Onslaught Championship.

now, since my good friend Jackie is still in the tournament, I can't face him quite yet. Luckily, the next best thing happens this week; a Number One Contender's Match. And Selena, in her infinite wisdom, has placed yours truly, The Cowboy, in said match.

~~~ He pauses to chug a bottle of Aquafina ~~~

Chad: Now, the bad news, it's a three way clusterbomb. The good news, is it isn't against a bunch of bloodthirsty brawlers, but against people who can actually Wrestle, Mai & Kai. No, The Cowboy didn't just order a fruity cocktail, he's facing these two in the ring at the same time.

Now Mai, I'm not real sure about. She's nice enough, but still has enough Muyo blood in her to be cute and creepy all at the same time.

Now Kai, he and I have been through too many battles to try and count. And despite the number of times he has turned his back on Zane and I - buy the way, Zane goes home tomorrow - I respect the inside-the-ring competitor Kai is.

One thing hasn't changed. The Cowboy is coming to Mons (Cheap pop) expecting a wild ride. And Mai, Kai, just remember what happens when you mess with the bull

~~~ Chad flashes the 'Horns' sign and we fade ~~~

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We come up in a back alley of the arena, and see Awesome Bill from Dawsonville and Justin Sane putting together a strange contraption. It appears to made from various car parts, an old washing machine, and a decommissioned soviet Scud missile (how in the blue hell did they even get that last part). Bill is pouring some PCPL into a funnel on the top as Justin is attempting to shove a live chicken into the washing machine part. At this point Ellie Mae enters from a side door, pauses and let's out a sigh.

EM: What are guys doi....you know what, I don't want to know. Just come over here for a bit.

The boys pause in their activities, and head over to Ellie.

JS: What's up Ellie?

ABFD: Yeah, we's was just about to get our selves....

EM: Banned from here?

JS: We are Banned from Everywhere

ABFD: Hot damn I love when you do that...but why did you do that.

JS: Wasn't that my cue?

ABFD: I don't think it was this time, unless this is one of those there short mailey promos.

JS: I don't think it is, Ellie usually doesn't join us for those ones.

EM: Boys, focus, for just a second. I have the card. Justin you have a title match this week.

ABFD: Outdamnstander than hell, we get a shot at ole Hercules and Roma and their what tag team belts.

EM: Ummmm, no you don't Bill.

ABFD: Whyfor not. Is Justin turning on me (he quickly turns to Justin) Are you turning on me?

JS: I don't think I am....unless I got bit and am turning into a SHARK DRACULA!

Justin starts to panic and grabs at his teeth.

JS: Nope, still normal teeth.

ABFD: (letting out a deep breath) Wooo, that was a close one son. Looks like we can get that tag team title match after all.

EM: No Bill, you can't. Justin has a singles match.

ABFD: Ohhh. Well hell who is he facing, so I can help him preparify.

EM: Firewoman.

ABFD: (letting out a deep whistle) Well hot damn boy, you's is big time now.

Both Ellie and Bill turn to look at Justin, who looks crestfallen.

EM: Why do you look sad Justin?

JS: I don't want to win the women's title.

ABFD: Son that ain't a women's belt, that's the world belt. Hell, I don't think we even have any women's belts. It's why Ellie has to wear the rope around her burlap dress.

EM: One it's a sack not a dress, and two, I don't have a belt because we have been banned from every clothing store in Europe.

ABFD: Irregardless, I need to get ole boy Justin prepared to face a lady like that Firedwoman.

JS: No need Bill, I'm an expert on Women.

Ellie looks shocked at this statement.

EM: Justin, what do you know about women.

JS: (listing things off on his fingers)They look pretty, smell like fruit, can bleed for days without dying so swords are useless, you can't feed em after midnight, get them wet, or expose them to direct sunlight, and according to Stank's sister if you give the one's on Franklin street 50 bucks they will give you a hand with your job.

EM: (facepalming herself) I don't think that's what she meant, and you may be confusing women for Gremlins again. You know what...this is probably as ready as you will ever be for this match.

ABFD: Well hot damn, then we can finish making our PCPL battered fried chicken.

Justin: Yay!

EM: I'm going to call the fire department now.

JS: Okay, just don't give her any of my secret knowledge.

At this Bill and Justin head back to their contraption as a bewildered Ellie just shakes her head.

FADE

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*DK Murphy is standing outside the GM's office, looking at the card*

DKM: No disrespect to my other opponents, who have a long history of existence, both to themselves and the community, but I am amped about facing Stank. He's not a OOWF original, but he's been around for a very long time, he's a mainstay of the company, he's earned a lot of respect, and I appreciate the chance to match my skills and strength against his.

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Ecosystem walks in on Stan as he's still in a ponderous mood.

Eco: I don't want to hear that defeatist shit from you?

Stan: From me? Weren't you the one talking about your losing tour last week?

Eco: I'm a man with goals, Stan. The Invitational, these showcase singles matches, they weren't in my plans. This week, it's everything. I want to win these belts for you so bad, Stan. I want to give you this Grand Slam, because my sister deserves to see it happen.

Stan: All right then. What have you done to prepare? Because this match caught me out of nowhere, as I said.

Eco: Check it out. (Eco hands Stan a few tiny liquid pills) New mist capsules.

Stan: It appears Edra and Clio's newest fan Ernest Johnson doesn't trust you with good reason.

Eco: (laughs) Apparently so. Anyway--

Stan: (handing them back) No.

Eco: Listen, I know you're concerned. We could lose off a DQ. But you don't have to worry about that. See, these are clear mist capsules--any referee will just think you're a big man spitting up. When in fact--

Stan: I don't want to use tactics like these.

Eco: Stan, this isn't blinding mist. It just burns for a little while--no long-term harm at all.

Stan: It doesn't matter.

Eco: What the hell did you mean when you said to work smarter, then? This is us playing smarter!

Stan: Maybe learn some wrestling technique, Juni? Think about how to better target and anticipate in the ring? You've been relying on shortcuts your whole career. Stop thinking of new ways to open the box and start thinking outside it.

FADE

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(Edra, Clio, and Sunny arrive for their dinner reservation at Devos. They are told there will be a short wait while their table is prepared. As they stand, a familiar face walks by.)

Edra: [/i]Martha? Martha Rodriguez? How are you?

Clio: [/i] Long time.

Martha: [/i] Ladies, please, no trouble.

Edra: [/i] What? We just wanted to say hello.

Clio: [/i] How are things in Miami?

Martha: [/i] It's Miami. Still too cold for me.

Clio: [/i] Oh, Martha, this is our personal assistant Sunny Hamid. Sunny, this is Martha Rodriguez, personal assistant and attaché for Stan Fulton and his 10,000 Lakes Enterprises LLC.

Sunny: [/i] A pleasure. Will you be in town long?

Martha: [/i] Actually I plan on being here Wednesday night for your match with Stan and Juni!

Edra: [/i] Really? Maybe we can have a spa day.

Martha: [/i] Ladies, I've been watching your matches, and I doubt that's a good idea?

Clio: [/i] What's with the attitude, Martha, because you run with Stan you're too good to be around us anymore?

Martha: [/i]I just don't think it would end well, Clio. Sorry.

Edra: [/i]Tú eres el arrepentido. Perra colombiano!

Martha: [/i] Sticks and stones, Edra, sticks and stones. I'll take great pleasure in being in Stan and Juni's corner and watching them take your Tag Team Championships on Wednesday.

Sunny: [/i]Really? Well, maybe I'll need to be in my ladies' corner as well. Just to make sure you stay in your seat.

Martha: [/i]Stay in my seat? I've never interfered in one of Stan's matches, unlike someone else here.

Sunny: [/i]I never...oh wait, I did. Well, I'll keep an eye on you, MS Rodriguez.

Martha: [/i]You do that, Sunny. You do that.

(Martha walks out as the ladies watch.)

Edra: [/i]She's too good for Fulton.

Clio: [/i]Yeah, but we've got a better assistant.

Sunny: [/i] Thanks, sweetie.

(The Maitre d' steps to the ladies with massive apologies for the delay and they walk away together as we...)

FADE

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Martha arrives back at the table she and Stan have and sits down.

MR: “Just ran into your opponents in the lobby.”

SF: “I assume from the lack of sirens and sounds of breaking plates that all was civil?”

MR: “For the most part. Edra called me a bitch. So classy.”

SF: “Wyatt was too good to them... and for them. Some better manners would have been in order.”

MR: “Like you said, Stan, they’re just words. And words from a small mind have little or no impact.”

SF: “So what were they doing?”

MR: “Waiting for a table. Apparently they think this is Olive Garden and reservations aren’t needed.”

SF: “Which is why I had you book this earlier this week.”

Fulton pours Martha some wine.

SF: “So did you hear from Juni and Mai? Were they coming?”

MR: “I checked my phone while I was out there. Juni left a message that they’re on their way. They should be here within about ten minutes or so.”

Fulton looks up to see the maître d seat Power & Glory and Sunny towards the back near the kitchen doors.

SF: “Fitting.”

MR: (softly) “Ojalá no tenían los modales de un búfalo de agua durante la temporada de ruteo.

SF: “Ah, pero si lo alces no estaría tan interesado. No olvidemos que no fue hasta que comenzó a entrenarlos que llegaron a ser campeones.”

MR: “True. He is the dangerous one. They are not.”

SF: “Oh, I don’t know. They’re dangerous in their own mentally unstable way. The phrase full goof bozo comes to mind.”

Martha smiles as Juni and Mai arrive.

MM: “Hi Stan! Martha, it’s so good to see you again.”

Eco: “Ms. Rodriguez. A pleasure as always.”

MR: “Juni. Mai. Welcome. Please join us.”

The Muyos have a seat as we FADE.

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It is around midnight in the Darling Luxury Suites and Alexander Darling is either getting ready to go to bed, or has just gotten up. He's sort of laying back on the couch, wearing black silk pajama bottoms, remote in hand. He appears to be watching a match between himself and Punswick from last week. He's not QUITE going frame by frame, but close. He sighs, rubs his eyes, and then is suddenly distracted by a lot of noise coming from his bedroom. There's what sounds like several muffled screams, followed by some loud banging noises and what might be the crash of a lamp. He suddenly seems both sad and concerned, but waits a moment, looking at the doorway after pausing the video. There are appear to be no further loud noises, so he hits play, and then slo-mo. The video grinds forward, and then the door to the bedroom opens, and Firewoman comes out. She's wearing a silk pajama shirt that matches Alex's pajama bottoms. He sits up a bit.

AD: Fire...what's wrong?

FW: I...I thought you went out....

AD: No.....nightmare?

FW: Yeah......

Alexander moves his legs a bit and pats the couch cushion indicating she should sit down, which she does, although you can tell she just woke up, and not in a good way.

AD: So....memory or just dream?

Firewoman doesn't answer, but just looks down.

AD: Ah....wanna tell me--

FW: No...I think I'm just going to go out or something.

AD: I don't think that's a good idea.

FW: Yeah...maybe just down to the Destroyitarium.

AD: No, I mean...you're not exactly dressed for going out.

FW: Huh? Oh yeah,...right....

AD: You know, you're not supposed to--

FW: What are you watching?

Firewoman looks and sees what it is.

FW: 'Xan.....

AD: I just want to see where I went wrong. I mean, I know your whole "any given night" speech, and "that's why we actually wrestle the match" and all that, but still....His second match here, and he beats me?

FW: How many times have you watched this?

AD: Many. Only because they don't have the tape of our match against Power and Glory yet and....HEY!

Firewoman reaches over and takes the remote out of Alex's hand gently and hits pause.

FW: Enough. Obsessing over it isn't going to change it.

AD: I'm not--

FW: You are. You are not studying what you did and how he reacted, you are just watching where things went wrong, completely ignoring where they went right. Like....there.

Fire hits play and it shows Alex surprising Punswick out of the corner.

FW: You fast forwarded right over that. Analyzing a match is more than just focusing on the parts where you were bested. And it's never analysis when it's in the dark in the middle of the night.

AD: ...

FW: ...

AD: You're right.

FW: Of course I am. So, analysis, tomorrow. Sleep tonight.

Fire turns the television off.

AD: For you too.

FW: Doesn't work that way...dammit....

Fire is genuinely upset again.

AD: Fire...

fW: Dammit...Moose mocks me about being "cured"....but ... it'll never happen...I feel like this will never end...I'll never be....normal....

AD: This seems to happen more whenever things get out of control in real life.

FW: Huh?

AD: The games you're playing with Clio....

FW: I'm in total control there... Look, I know how this works. I close my eyes and I'm back in some alley, or crack house or something and there's...

AD: Not this time. C'mon. Lay down here with me.

Alex grabs the blanket off the back of the couch. Firewoman looks...oddly apprehensive?

FW: That never works, Alex...

AD: Maybe it will this time.

FW: You know I don't like...when I'm sleeping, I have to be....

AD: Well, you're not sleeping, and we need to break that pattern. You trust me, right?

FW: ................mostly.

AD: *he smiles slightly* Well, that's improvement. C'mon...lay down.

FW: I don't see the point, it's not--

AD: Lay down.

Fire hesitatingly does, and Alex arranges the blanket over them, and they get all the arms and stuff worked out somewhat comfortably. Fire's breathing increases, but not in THAT way, as Alex whispers something and she calms down. She closes her eyes, but the process repeats itself, although with larger gaps between Fire's panic reactions. Finally, her breathing becomes even, and regular, eyes stay closed, and she appears to be completely asleep. Alex waits a bit, before letting his own eyes close.

[wyattcox]

*Stank walks out from an alley occupied by an eclectic mix of shoppes and cafes. He takes a bite of the pastry he just bought, and is joined Moosehead Jack by the main street.*

MHJ - We're just about to eat?

Stank - I couldn't resist.

*Stank turns and raises his pastry back at the cafe where he bought it. The lovely female cafe owner smiles and waves back, before re entering her place of business. Moose smirks.*

MHJ - Did you get her number?

Stank - No. She's married.

MHJ - I recall a time when that wouldn't have mattered.

Stank - Those days are over, Jack. I think Chad has done an outstanding job of taken over those duties, wouldn't you say?

MHJ - I wouldn't... ever.

*Stank laughs as the two of them continue down the somewhat crowded sidewalk. The center of town would seem to be popular even on cold and cloudy evenings. Moose motions Stank over, and the two of them enter another alley. At the end they find their destination, a bar full of rabble. They duck inside and at the back of the bar they spy LD Williams, and Poe, sitting at a booth. The four of them exchange greetings and order a few beers with some appetizers. In the midst of all the noise they discuss stuff going on in town, LD's tour of the palace, the pastry Stank bought, and other general shit you'd never guess heels talked about. (Hey heels are people too. It isn't always about draining blood and breaking bones.)

Eventually the discussion turns to draining blood and breaking bones... sigh. We catch Moose at the end of his soliloquy*

MHJ - Then watch the blood flow down her neck.

Stank - You know how long it's been since I've broken someone's bones?

LDW - Too long.

Stank - Aaaand we're right back where we started.

LDW - Speak for yourself. I'm still in the Invitational.

Stank - Yeah and I'm not. Thanks Moose.

MHJ - Hey if you're going to pull off a Bridging German Suplex, you have to be prepared to roll your shoulder at the last second.

*Poe gives Moose a knowing look.*

MHJ - Something on your mind, Omar?

Stank - What?

Poe - Not here. Not now.

*Poe drains his beer and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.*

Poe - Excuse me gentlemen. I'll be right back.

*Poe rises to his feet and walks toward the restroom.*

LDW - Anyway Folz has got a huge chip on his shoulder.

Stank - What else is new?

MHJ - I want to break Alexis Darling's neck.

Stank - Same shit. Different day.

MHJ - But I'm not going to.

Stank - Say what now?

MHJ - I'm not trying to give Mouse any reason to get rid of me.

LDW - You mean any more reason.

*Moose laughs.*

Stank - You know once Billy D gets bounced from this tournament...

LDW - HEY!

Stank - ... we're going to be wantin our tag team belts back.

LDW - I'm not losing the tournament, but Stank does have a point.

MHJ - The girls can handle anything, even you two.

Stank - Sure, but they handle it better with you around.

MHJ - Look if it comes down to you four, I'm not getting in the middle.

Stank - Trust you?

MHJ - Yeah let's go with that.

Fade

[wyattcox]

*fade-in to Chris Evans. He is in his locker room and has finished watching Amazing Jos’ latest promo*

Evans: You know, I thought there was something about you that seemed familiar about you, Joey-Jo Jo. At first, I thought you reminded me of myself. An arrogant wrestling prodigy that took the indy scene by storm and came to the OOWF looking to make a name for himself. And then it hit me, after hearing you talk. You remind me a lot of a guy that used to run with me. He went by the name of JP Sparxx. He was this young up-and-comer that just happened to be at the right place at the right time. He came into the OOWF, and after a little while, he seemed to be doing pretty good. But then, the backstage politics and the way that things work around here started getting to him. It was around this time that I gave him and a bunch of other guys that I felt were held down by the system a chance, and together, we were the New Guard, one of the most dominant stables in OOWF history.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Why have I never heard anything about this guy around here? Well, that’s pretty simple. He thought that he could make it on his own without my backing. Hell, they all did. Only thing was, the moment that the group had been disbanded, instead of joining the others in mid-card mediocrity, he took his ball and went home. Nobody’s heard from the guy since. Probably wasting his career in some run-down fed that, if they’re lucky, can book some run-down high school gym. Stanny-Boy was another one like that. He claims to be a man of God now, but if he doesn’t get his way. He has no issue in leaving either. He lost to me, and now he wants to quit again. *mocking* “Oh, the company doesn’t want me here. I was better off staying gone. ” I’ll give him that. This place IS better off without that fat piece of shit.

But if you think that I’m gonna be a pushover like The Kai, another former New Guard member BTW, you my friend are sadly mistaken. You want to make a name for yourself? Then by all means, Joey Jo-Jo. I dare you to try taking me down. There’s only room for one Future Legend in this business, and I don’t plan on stepping down any time soon.

Hmm, Future Legend. I like the sound of that one. I should check to see if that one’s trademarked.

*fade to black*

[wyattcox]

Mai watches Chad Madison's promo on the monitor and smiles.



"Cute and Creepy at the same time." I could make that a catch phrase. "Tastes great, less filling!"

I've been in this company for over a year now, and have never had a championship to my name. Now, I wasn't exactly expecting to come in here and dominate. I debuted as I was turning 19, with barely over a year's experience in wrestling--exclusively against women, mind you. Turns out 5-foot-9 and 180 pounds soaking wet doesn't get you as much against men as it does against women. So a win-loss record leaning heavily in the loss column was the only realistic expectation I could have.

But somehow, as I've been training more and more, I've felt this increasing itch. It wasn't quite an urge, certainly not a calling from God, but a real, constant, unceasing itch. An itch to be recognized, an itch to prove that I have transcended my physical limitations...an itch to replace the pink fabric belt around my waist with gold and leather.

Chad compliments me by saying I'm a real wrestler. And certainly, I can go out there, showcase my athleticism, put on a clinic. But as my brother will tell you with his legal background, performing and closing are different skills.

Chad, Kai, I'm not coming this week to steal the show. I'm coming to win.

FADE

[wyattcox]

(Edra and Clio are working their way through the random gauntlet of jobbers that Sunny arranged for their regular Saturday session. Clio is working through her line in a rather bored fashion until one masked jobber catches her with some stiff shots, one of which catches Clio in the nose and stands her up in a What The Fuck? stance. The jobber hits a RANHEI and then locks in a JI-ENDO! Sunny stops the line of jobbers and yells at Edra, who turns and pulls the jobber off her sister and yanks the mask off to reveal a mass of red hair...)

Edra: Moose!

( Moose breaks free of Edra and gets down on the mat face to face with Clio.)

Moose: I though I wouldn't have to do this again. I taught you better than this. Don't ever,
ever, underestimate anyone.

Edra: Moose, please..

(Moose stands up and gets in Edra's face.)

Moose: What? Let Fulton lull her into a sense of false security, then he and Eco strike, maybe even with those clear mist capsules and steal your belts? Is that what you want to do? Lose to a couple of ghosts?

Edra: HELL NO!

Moose: Then let's get your sister back on the right page.

(Clio is getting up. Edra goes to help but Clio pushes her away and Clio, raging, stands nose to nose with Moose.)

Clio: I let you and the old man get away with that once.

Moose: Oh, poor Clio. Wanna try me again?

Clio: Damn skippy, now that I know it's you.

Moose: That's what's wrong. Never assume that you don't need to go all the way just because they're jobbers or have on a mask. Remember what happened with the Texans, with the Asshole Twins. Just because they're good guys, don't think there's anything they'll stop at to get you down and take your belts.

Edra: Kill them all, let God sort them out.

Clio: Let's go.

(Moose rolls out of the ring and Sunny starts the jobber brigade running in again. Edra steps her work up a notch, but Clio is just destroying jobbers right and left with a fire in her eye and a twisted smile on her face as she plants one jobber with a sick C4 and kicks him out of the ring and yells at her sister.)

Clio: Edra! Elimination!

(Edra shoves the jobber toward Clio and they destroy him with a DOUBLE ELIMINATION! Clio picks him up and throws the jobbers limp body over the top rope and waves at the next jobber to bring it. Moose walks over and yells at the jobbers to take it to the twins, which fires the twins up even more as they destroy each jobber that comes in. Moose laughs, looks over at Sunny and smirks, and walks out as we...)

FADE

[wyattcox]

Ecosystem sits cross-legged, watching the promo, pondering as Stan Fulton raises his massive girth with pull-ups in the background.

Eco: I tried to kill them all and let God sort it out once. Remember?

Stan: The takeover of the company?

Eco: Nice euphemism. It was militarization. (Eco laughs bitterly) I tried to bring a wrestling company under control with guns. A private army, Stan. How insane. How fucking insane.

Stan: Is this a new revelation? I thought you knew how wrong that was.

Eco: (rising) It's not about right and wrong. it's about stupid versus smart. You can't kill them faster than you'll make them hate you. It's true in terrorism, and it's true in each of our individual, miserable lives. Clio and Edra and Moose can wear themselves out trying to break every neck that comes their way. They'll never run out. They'll never win. All they can do is enjoy their ride to Hell.

Stan: Now you sound like me.

Eco: Oh, I'm not standing in the light just yet, Stan. All I'm saying--to paraphrase our President--is that, "I don't oppose all evil. What I am opposed to is a dumb evil. What I am opposed to is a rash evil."

Stan: (dropping off the bars) It's all the same. Don't be deluded.

Stan walks off to the weight machines. Eco continues to watch Clio and Edra on the TV.

Eco: (smirking) This company deserves a better class of criminal...and I'm gonna give it to them.

FADE

[wyattcox]

<Moose is walking backstage when he is stopped by SFJ13>

SFJ13: You face Alexis Darling this week

MHJ: I do. And I can’t wait

SFJ13: Alexis Darling has come a long way since she became a full time wrestler, and she has the extra motivation of facing the man that nearly ended her career

MHJ: All that doesn’t matter. What matters is this: I am better than the Darlings. Alex and Alexis like to measure their accomplishments by who they have beaten. When Alex beat Stank, he said he had arrived. When Alex beat LD, he said he had arrived. When Alex beat Davin, he said he had arrived. When Alexis won the tag titles with Davin, let’s be honest, they saw her as the weak link in that team. When she won them with DH Magnusson, people took notice. When she won them with Alex, people said she had arrived. But for all their bluster, for all their bravado, there is one thing neither Darling can do……..get rid of me

SFJ13: But, in this case, it’s not about getting rid of you, all Alexis has to do is beat you and she advances and you lose out on your shot at the OOWF world heavyweight title

MHJ: It’s more than that. Alexis is used to getting what she wants. The Darlings are used to that. I am a constant reminder of their failure. They have both said they want nothing more than to end Moosehead Jack. To drive me out of wrestling forever, and yet, here I am. Alexis, you couldn’t get the job done when it mattered most, no amount of improving is going to change that. This week, you are a victim, just like Ghosthead was last week

SFJ13: Aren’t you concerned about GM Selena? If you go too far, realistically, she could deny your shot, or even kick you out of the tournament

MHJ: <smirking> Too far? Me? What are you saying? The facts are, I am going to win. Alexis Darling, while better, does not have that killer instinct. She won’t go for the throat. She had her chance in our Taipei match, and she ended up with a broken neck. Plus, for as much as she says she wants to prove herself, she wants no part of Firewoman. She won’t admit it, but it is the truth. She knows that if she wins this and gets a shot at Fire, all that does is bring drama. In the back of her mind, that has to be gnawing at her. Her aspirations causing problems between her and her darling brother. She won’t do it. When it matters most, she won’t go for the kill.

SFJ13: Finally, Ecosystem had some cryptic comments about the Saints of Sinners

MHJ: <shaking his head> Eco, there was a reason I wanted to team with you in the original Saints of Sinners. You were a sadistic bastard who would do anything to win, anything to cause mayhem and destruction. We could have bled the OOWF dry, but then Fire set you on fire, and you lost your smile and ran back to Japan. Eco, you should be fighting WITH us, not AGAINST us. Being good is not in your nature, and even YOU could not be such a hypocrite as to think that being evil in the name of some “righteous” cause makes you less evil. It is who you are Juni, embrace it. Stan and Mai are holding you back. They were the team. They were the ones chasing the tag gold. Then you showed up and changed their plans. If you really want a war with the Saints of Sinners, there is nothing we won’t do. Juni……..that is not working smarter, that is working harder. Trust me

<Moose turns and walks away>

[wyattcox]

*Right into a ROLL UP from GHOSTHEAD! A ref shows up from out of nowhere as Ghost grabs a handful of the back of Moose's pants 1.....2.....3! WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion; GHOSTHEAD!

Ghosthead scoops up the DDT Belt, looking down at an astonished Moosehead Jack.*

Ghost - Who's the victim now?

*Ghosthead grins into the camera then beats a hasty retreat, before Moose can get his bearings trying to figure out what just happened. The camera follows as Ghosthead rounds a corner and enters an interview area where an SFJ is standing by with comments from DK Murphy. The interview is just finishing up and Murphy walks away without noticing Ghosthead. The SFJ sees the Death Knell however and motions the cameraman to follow her as she confronts him.*

SFJ - Mr. Ghosthead, please. Can we get a word from you on your match coming up?

*Ghosthead stops in his tracks, looks back to see if anyone is following him, then slings his newly acquired DDT title belt up over his shoulder. He then turns back to address the camera.*

Ghost - Alexander Darling is more obsessed with his loss to Jeremy Punswick than he is concerned about his coming fight with me. You can watch that tape from now til eternity Alexander. Nothing on that tape will comfort you. It won't help you against the Ghosthead Killer. It won't save you from the Death Knell. You can not save your wife... and you will not save yourself because at the end of our coming match you too will know... just like everyone else...

*Ghosthead hears running footsteps from down the hall behind him, grins, and abruptly exits the area as the camera fades to black.*

[wyattcox]

Attitude Adjuster walks up to a promotional flyer and sees "Firewoman (C) vs. Justin Sane." He turns toward the camera (because for some reason an OOWF camera still follows him everywhere) with a shocked expression on his face.

AA: Firewoman? Champion? And facing Justin Sane? Justin Sane? In a world title match? Damn, this place has really gone downhill...

INC: That's it? I've been following you around for the better part of a year now, and that's all you got? You suck.

[wyattcox]

Ghosthead continues to scamper away down the hallway--right into a SUPERKICK from Ecosystem! Eco goes for the cover: 1-2-3! WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion; ECOSYSTEM!

Moose turns the corner and faces Ecosystem.

Eco: (hoisting the DDT Belt on his shoulder) Got your little toy for you. You know, you mentioned me losing my smile, Jack. Well, my smile isn't an abstract idea. My smile is a person. Specifically, my sister, Mai Muyo.

You pretend you don't distinguish between different kinds of evil, Jack, but of course you do. I broke Mai's ankle to try to protect her from you, and then as I fell deeper into your mindset..I hurt her for no good reason. I don't blame you for that, the fault was mine alone, but it's still the worst sin I've ever committed.

MHJ: The worst you've committed? You're joking.

Eco: No, I'm not. It was worse than every bit of cannibalistic violence or murder attempt, and you understand exactly why that it is. Because no matter what your relationship with your parents, or your sister, or the voices of family long past in your head, you understand that blood--that kin--means something. Standing alongside you, I forgot that. I will *never* allow myself to forget it again.

Eco and Moose stare each other down, with palpable tension. Suddenly, Ghosthead rolls Eco up from behind! 1-2-3! WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion; GHOSTHEAD!

Ghosthead: Man, you two really aren't that different.

Ghosthead beats a hasty retreat yet again. Moose laughs at Eco, who grumbles and wanders off.

[wyattcox]

(Edra and Clio are on the set of the Belgian television talk show De Laatste Show. They have dressed sexily but tastefully and are wearing their World Tag Team Championship belts. Host Michiel de Vlieger seems a bit annoyed to be doing the interview.)

MdV: So, ladies, you are professional wrestlers.

Edra: Yes, sir, for a little over a year now.

MdV: Do women like you get promoted so quickly? I see you have the women's Tag Team titles.

Clio: Championships, and NO, these aren't the women's belts. The OOWF believes in equality. Men compete against women equally.

MdV: Of course they do. I'm certain that nothing special took place for you to win these championships.

Clio: Are you implying...

Edra: Clio! Mr de Vlieger, my sister and I are skilled performers...

MdV: I'll bet...

Edra: Look, we brought a couple of clips of us in action. Here's one from the match just before we won the championships inside a steel cage.

(The feed cuts to the clip of Clio and Chad battling in the ring as Edra and Zane scale the cage from opposite sides. As Edra and Zane fall from the top of the cage and Edra falls into Clio the studio audience gasps and applauds.)

Clio: Hows that for you, Mr de Vlieger. Four nights later, still beat up and in a match that went almost forty-five minutes, we beat three other teams to win these World Tag Team Championships. Roll the tape, monkeys.

(The feed cuts to the final minutes of the match, with Edra hitting the Death Vally Driver on Alexis and the twins double teaming Alex, leading to a Double Elimination and the pin. The crowd explodes in anger, but the twins are overcome with emotion. It is still an emotional moment and de Vlieger is quick to seize on that.)

MdV: Emotional, huh?

Edra: When it comes to this sort of thing, we don't dwell on it. It was a sweet sweet moment, but to be honest, this is only like the second or third time we've ever watched this video. It is sweet as hell, though.

MdV: Your father trained you. Does he approve of what you do?

Clio: Probably not, considering we've gone farther in this business in eight months than he did in fifteen years.

MdV: Well, you're right, Clio. We have footage from the live interent feed of your Father and Stepmother's radio program. Let's take a look, shall we?

(The feed cuts to what appears to be a webcam feed from the American Sunrise studios. A still very pregnant Mary Lou is sitting next to her husband.)

Mary Lou: One of our listeners, Linda Battle, writes to ask, “You've got to be proud of your daughters for what they've done in the OOWF. Less than a year and they've won the Tag Team Championships.”

Wyatt: Yes and no. I'm not particularly proud of their involvement in the Saints of Sinners and Moosehead Jack, but I'm proud of the way they came back from adversity, from an injury that would take lesser athletes out for weeks, and were able to get back in the ring and perform at such an amazing level, and outlast three other teams to win the World Tag Team Championships. At Dance of Death I was glued to the screen, waiting for Alexander Darling to pull something out of his shorts, but he didn't, and the twins caught him with Double Elimination. I was proud of that win. The match four nights before, not so much, especially since I couldn't find out how they were doing. Their performances in the ring range from amazing to despicable, and the way they act outside the ring is sometimes embarrassing. Still, whatever they do, they're my daughters, and I love them. Sometimes, though, I really don't like them.

(The feed cuts back to the studio and Clio is not happy. She stands up and gets in front of the desk.)

Clio: Embarrassing Power and glory is one sure way to shorten your life, boy.

Edra: Mr de Vlieger, this was uncalled for.

MdV: What, afraid of a dose of your father's truth.

Clio: You asinine piece of garbage, do you know...

(Sunny comes out from the back to attempt to restrain Clio.)

Sunny: Clio, this isn't the time.

MdV: That's right, Miss Neal. Listen to your playmate here...

(Sunny pushes Clio aside.)

Sunny: What did you say?

(Before de Vlieger can answer, Sunny slaps him, pulls him over the desk, and delivers a shot to the twigs and berries. De Vlieger doubles over, but Clio stands him up and they hit Double Elimination on him. The three women walk off the set to the booing of the audience and we...)

FADE