Midweek Mayhem (2/20) Live from Vianden, Luxem

[BookerShark]

<Moose is walking through the backstage area with HDB on his shoulder>

So, this is what it has come to huh? The White Hat, Danny Taylor. The man who refuses to break the rules.

<Moose just laughs, then points to the bruises on his face>

You see these Danny? You want to tell me what I did? I didn't fucking TOUCH Spencer. I didn't tell Clio or Edra to touch Spencer. I didn't DO a fucking thing, but no, that's totally cool for you to barge in and beat me down, cause, you know, you are a face and all, and the hero to millions nothing wrong with attacking an unarmed man who hadn't actually done anything. I am sure Selena approves of that.

The thing of it is.......it felt good, didn't it Danny? Oh, I saw the look in your eyes. Righteous indignation. You were justified in what you did because I attacked Spencer.........except I didn't. See Danny, you have become one of Them. You are no better than the Darlings, or those Texas retards who justify using bats in a backstage attack. You are a hypocrite, plain and simple. You have your mouthpiece spew that garbage about keeping it in the ring, and doling out justice there, you have him go on about how you don't NEED weapons, the whole thing isn't personal with you, and all you want to do is be the better wrestler.

<Moose laughs heartily at this>

the bruises on my face say otherwise Danny. The cracks are already starting to show. This place is wearing you down. So Spencer got attacked, boo fucking hoo. If she wants to hang around here and be a ring rat, then that is the risk she takes. If she doesn't like it, then fucking leave. But YOU. You aren't going anywhere Danny. No....it's already getting to you.

This week, you have a huge opportunity. Possibly the biggest opportunity in your career. All you have to do is beat me. Not only do you advance in the tournament, but you end the chance of me getting the title shot I deserve, that I have EARNED. I can only imagine the eternal gratitude you will get from Selena and "the Board". Damn shame its not happening. Taylor, you mute son of a bitch. I took your voice, I will take your fucking life next. Try and stop me Danny, it's going to take more than fists. Come on Danny, you already attacked me unprovoked, why not pick up that chair? Why not grab that chain? You know you want to..........and if you think you are going to beat me Wednesday, you're going to have to.

Trust me

[BookerShark]

A confused Tommy Wilder looks at the spreadsheet...

"Huh! Good info!"

Looks at the water -

"What the hell is THIS for?"

Puts down the water, picks up the very hard to get 1 liter bottle of AMP.

"THis is more like it."

Fade....

[BookerShark]

Puns: Maaaaan. I gotta face Pacey from Dawson's Creek. This sucks. I always rooted for him. I wanted him to get Joey! I cried when she chose him over Dawson. It was just perfect. It was everything it should have been.

However, I'm gonna beat your fucking ass like Dawson should have when you took his girl. He may have cried like a pussy, but what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna put myself in Dawson's shoes. I'm gonna pretend you stole my fucking girl right out from under me.

Pacey! You stole my girl! I thought we were friends, but you stole my girl! She's the love of my life, and you took her. You tore my heart out. That's what you did to me. You tore my heart out. So I'm gonna rip your heart out and fuck the hole in your chest until you die, Pacey. What's right is right. I'm gonna drown your ass in the creek, Pacey.

[BookerShark]

A few hours later, Fire emerges from the training room, deep in thought. She spies BLINCy.

FW: Not this week, BLINCy. I don't want....wait, you know what? Yeah, do come with me on this. Then that's it, okay?

BLINCy nods and follows Fire to the Destroyitarium. She comes in and Vic and Danny are there. Danny waves, as does Vic.

FW: Good. Glad you're both here.

DVD: Hey Fire.

Victor pours a shot for her, and then gestures toward the screen where Moose's promo is playing.

DVD: You believe this shit?

He slides the shot down the bar to her, and she catches it.

FW: Yep. *she downs the shot* And he's right.

DVD: What?

DDT: !!!!

FW: Don't give me that, Danny. I appreciate what y'all did for Spence, but Moose didn't attack her.

DVD: Hey, guilt by association, ya know?

FW: Yeah, I do know. And that's very Quinn-Darling of you. That's one thing our families have in common, that us v. them mentality. Maybe you picked it up from me and our training, but I don't think it's something you should be all that proud of.

DDT: .....

FW: Wrong is wrong, Danny. You're one of the few people around here whose moral compass is screwed on straight, and you lost it.

DDT: !!!!!

FW: I understand....it was still wrong.

DVD: This is just because he's your brother.

FW: .......you ..... you're right....partly.....maybe even mostly. The thing is....seeing Danny punch his face in....it brought up...well, all the things I felt seeing Spencer in the hospital....they all found a new target.

Danny points to himself, as Fire's look goes to that dark place again.

FW: Yes. Because you're right. He is my brother, even if he doesn't want to be. There are many MANY times he deserves to get his face punched in. This isn't one of them.

Danny hangs his head a bit and nods. Victor is not so contrite.

DVD: He's a wrestler, ain't he? How did you put it? Trained to take and give punishment?

FW: He is, you're right. And maybe this seems inconsistent and hypocritical to you....gods know my higher logical and cognitive functions aren't aways fully operational. But...there it is.

DVD: So what now. Gonna get in Danny's face? Threaten to destroy his world too?

FW: *smiles and claps Danny on the shoulder* Naaah. I don't think we need to go that far, do we, Danny?

Danny smiles and nods. He and Fire make little heart shapes with their hands.

FW: You're a good person. You got angry, it happens. But you're still a good person. The best in the company. Don't let ANY of us take that away from you.

Danny nods and smiles. Fire smiles and turns to leave.

FW: Thanks for the drink, boys.

DVD: *calling after her* So that's it then. The great and powerful World Champion comes in and makes her decree, drinks my whiskey and leaves? What are we supposed to do if Moose decides to retaliate?

Fire pauses at the door, without looking back.

FW: Like he always says. Actions have consequences.

Fire leaves and BLINCy stays behind, focusing on DDT and DVD.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Inside Chad's locker room, we see the RNSFJ's Firewoman sent over earlier looking around for him. Chad emerges from the shower, wrapped in a towel and is shocked to see the gaggle of women in his room. ~~~

Chad: L..ladies

RNSFJ #1: We thought we'd see

RNSFJ: #2: And we see!

RNSFJ#1: ... See if you wanted to do an interview

Chad: Sure, but I'm not really TV ready right now.

RNSFJ #3: The camera can go waist up

Chad: Sure thing.

RNSFJ #2: So you had a conversation with Mai Muyo today.

Chad: I did. She's an odd cookie. But talented. and extremely underrated. I've faced her 3 or 4 times now in singles matches and I know what she is capable of. She's getting more serious as a wrestler, and that's great. But This is the Onslaught Championship we're talking about. And I won't get bucked off so easily.

RNSFJ #4: Speaking of bucking.... Mind if I turn the hot tub on?

Chad: Sure, go ahead.

RNSFJ #1: All of us?

Chad: Of course.

~~~ Chad tosses his towel to RNSFJ #3, the girls all giggle and Chad disappears from view as he slides in the hot tub. Once He is submerged, the camera pans down. ~~~

Chad: Come on in, the water's perfect!

~~~ Clothes go flying, and the camera fades just a moment to soon for most guys tastes ~~~

[BookerShark]

]<cut to the Destroyitarium where Danny, Kai, DK and Vic are all sitting discussing the days events when suddenly an unarmed Moosehead Jack burst through the doors>

MHJ: Hey boys, did you miss me? Hey Danny, maybe you would like a couple more shots!

<Danny gets to his feet and glares at Moose>

Vic: You think because we are "faces" we won't give you what you deserve?

MHJ: Hell Vic, I'm standing right here. What the hell do I have to lose anymore?

DKM: This is a setup

MHJ: <throwing his hands in the air> Do you see a weapon Mr. Murphy?

Kai: The second we move, Clio and Edra will be in here

MHJ: <smirking> HEY CLIO! HEY EDRA! COME ON IN! COME SAVE JACKIE QUINN!

<no one comes>

MHJ: See? Come on boys, finish what you started. I can make you famous. You can be the ones to end Moosehead Jack

<Kai and DK slowly get to their feet. They come toward Moose who remains standing there with his arms outstretched, a demented grin on his face. Just as they are about to get him, Fire walks in and grabs Moose by the arm and shoves him into the hallway, Fire looks back at Drink and Destroy and shakes her head, then glares in Moose's direction>

FW: What the HELL are you doing?

MHJ: Aww.....you DO care! come on, let's get coffee

<Moose heads toward the Kofi Kingston's Koffee Kingdom. Fire stares at him for a moment, looks back toward the Destroyitarium, then decides to check on her brothers mental well-being. We get to the coffee shop and Moose is already sitting at a table smoking a cigar drinking a large cup of coffee. There is one waiting for Fire, she eyes Moose carefully, then checks the surrounding area suspecting a trap>

MHJ: They're not here

FW: trust you?

MHJ: Trust me, love me, hate me, makes no difference anymore

FW: <sitting down> What the hell were you doing back there?

MHJ: I wanted to see if Danny would finish the game

FW: He is not this "white hat" you make him out to be

MHJ: <smirking> We'll see. At what point does his hatred of me make him pick up a weapon and try to cave my skull in?

FW: <sipping her coffee> never going to happen

MHJ: We'll see

FW: Not. Happening.

MHJ: <smirking> Not happening because he won't do it...........or because you won't let him do it?

FW: <staring at Moose> None of it bothers you, does it?

MHJ: None of what?

FW: We went through hell

MHJ: And came out better for it

FW: Did we?

MHJ: You are the world champion, right?

FW: Who says I wouldn't have been regardless?

MHJ: <laughing> not the way YOU were going

<Fire looks at Moose, really looks at Moose, for the first time in awhile>

FW: You hear Him again, don't you?

MHJ: <laughing, then getting up and pacing around> I tried Lisa. I tried. I tried to be a good boy. I went away. I lost, I left. They wanted me back. <quickly sitting down and staring right at Fire> They. Wanted. Me. They had to know I was the Saint, they wanted me back. They want people like Danny to tear me apart, so those idiot fans will hand over their money. They. Wanted. Me.

<Moose quickly jumps back to his feet and paces some more, grabbing his head. Fire just stares at him and doesn't say a word. Moose speaks, to himself at first, then loud enough for Fire to hear>

I am a martyr, a saint of sinners...........

<Moose looks at Fire again>

MHJ: There are no more saints. There are no more sinners. All there is is I, and I need that world title

FW: <staring at Moose for a long time> I can't go down that road again Jackie. Neither can you

MHJ: <laughing, perhaps too much and too loudly, then mimicking pulling marionettes by the strings> but Lisa......we all dance for Them! This is what They all want! <in a mocking voice, clearly making fun of GM Selena> dance for me! Chuckles, come see this! Dance meat puppets dance! They want blood! Someone attack Moose! Make him bleed! They want a hero! Someone give Chad the title! They want a story! Someone call Lisa Darling! Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance my little meatbags!

<Moose staggers around like he is drunk, laughing maniacally, Lisa just stares at him for a minute, then slowly gets up and walks over to where Moose has collapsed on the floor>

FW: you said Lisa Darling

MHJ: <nonchalantly> you married him, didn't you?

FW: you never call me Lisa Darling

<Moose doesn't say a word, Fire stares at him>

FW: What are you going to do?

MHJ: <thinking long and hard> Well.......I was thinking about becoming a fisherman.......

<Fire glares at Moose as he struggles to his feet. Moose speaks now, but the tone of his voice has completely changed. He is deadly serious now>

MHJ: This week, I am going to carve my initials into Danny's skull <Fire almost involuntarily reaches up and touches her forehead> and I am going to beat him. And then, at the pay per view, I am going to beat either Folz or Evans. I am going to get what I DESERVE, what I have EARNED, and that is a world title shot. After I win that, Selena can't deny me and I will take what is rightfully mine

<Fire's eyes harden again and she stares at Moose>

FW: So this is all so you can get me in the ring again?

<Moose holds his head and goes back to being uncomfortably loud and almost drunk, then stumbles into the corner and falls to the floor. He sits there for a moment looking up at Fire>

MHJ: Do you ever wonder? Wonder why? Why are you here, doing this, right now? What if Lisa Quinn had gone to college, hell maybe she could be teaching sociology at some fancy school in the middle of Ohio or something. But you're not. You're here. Doing this. Why?

<Moose stares into space for a minute, then begins whispering>

MHJ: I am a rocket, a fucking weapon, of mass destruction, destroy the planet, Selena fucked me, I won't get pardoned, the devil waits with fear in his eyes

<Moose gets to his feet again and stands in the middle of what is now an empty coffee shop, other than the two siblings. He stares at Fire for a moment>

MHJ: The devil waits. It's not you Lisa. It is what it is, it has to be. You, or anyone else, it has to be. A fucking missile on my way to hell...........

<Moose smirks at Fire, almost an actual smile, then heads off down the hall yelling for Selena to come out and play. Fire stares down the hall for a moment then takes a deep breath and heads in the other direction>

[BookerShark]

(Moosehead Jack continues to rant down the hallways until he comes upon Chuckles, who frantically seems to want him to come with him to Selena's office. Moose smirks and follows Chuckles to the office and walks in. When he enters he sees Selena, her eyes downcast, and the World Tag Team Championship belts on her desk. Moose is livid.)

Moose: So, you screwed them too. Stripped them of their belts because of their attack on poor little Spencer.

(Selena looks up and you can see she has been crying. She hands Moose a note. It reads:

Dear Selena:

Edra and Clio request an immediate leave under the Family Emergency clause of their contracts. Because they will no doubt be gone for over thirty days, they hereby forfeit the World Tag Team Championships.

Edra received a phone call from her stepmother overnight. It seems that their father was watching the incident involving Drink and Destroy and apparently suffered a stroke. Had it not been for the on site doctor that Wyatt hired to take care of Mary Lou and the twins, Wyatt would have died before they could have got him to the hospital. Both Wyatt and Mary Lou have been flown to Salt Lake City. Mary Lou is in observation and Wyatt is in ICU in critical but stable condition.

Because of this incident, Edra and Clio believe that they should be with their father. They don't always like him, but they do love him, and feel their place is there, with the family.

I trust you understand. It is not expected that they will return prior to the expiration of their contract, if ever.

Sincerely,
Sunaina (Sunny) Hamid
Assistant to Edra and Clio Neal Cox)

Moose: This is … they're gone?

(Selena hands Moose an envelope addressed to Jack. He opens it and reads:

Jack:

We had 45 minutes to pack and leave to make the only flight that could connect to the US and get us home. I wanted to come say goodbye.

Sis and I are sorry. I know you can't understand this, but our family needs us. You have no idea how much leaving you hurts me. More than you will ever know.

Love,
Clio. )

Moose: So, you must feel really proud about now, Selena. Your Drink and Destroy boys gave the twins dad a stroke. Now I'm alone. Just the way you like it.

Selena: Uncle Moose...please. I don't think their dad is going to make it. And I don't know if they will, either.

Moose: If they don't...and he doesn't, it'll be all on your head, GM Mouse. All on your head.

(Moose storms out of the office as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*A shadowy figure is seated in a dark room, lit by a single light bulb. The INC zooms in on the face of...DK Murphy*

DKM: Expecting someone else? We all have our dark side, myself included. Even a truly nice guy like Danny will have to take action when a line is crossed. As for Moosehead Jack, even if he wasn't physically involved with the attack on Spencer, his influence on the twins was part of the situation that lead to it, so he's not getting any apology from me. As for Wyatt Cox, if that little donnybrook gave him a heart attack, well, it's not that I'm not sympathetic but he must have had high cholesterol or something. Listen, I enjoy wrestling a good clean match, and I enjoy shaking hands with the fans and signing autographs, but don't ever mistake that for weakness. When my grandfather retired from boxing he took over a dive bar in a bad neighborhood 40 years ago, when downtown Stamford was a rough place. He turned it into a successful pub by being the friendly cheerful Irish bartender who knew your name and your favorite drink, but if somebody crossed the line, well, the Marquess of Queensbury might not have approved of everything that happened.

*DKM stands up and crosses the room, and turns a switch. A brighter light comes on and we see cases of liquor and kegs of beer*

DKM: Well, without Spencer and Ashley here, I guess the bar isn't going to restock itself.

*He grabs a case of Jamesons and walks out*

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos is packing his bags backstage, hours after his disappointing loss in the OOWF Invitational*

*Dead silence fills the room, as Jos thinks to himself over and over about the ending to his match*

*Suddenly he looks up and see's Jeremy Punswick standing at the door*

Puns: Coincidence, Jose?

*Awkward silence between the two, both men lock eyes for a brief second*

* Puns begins to walk away*

*Jos stares off for a second before he finishes packing*

[BookerShark]

**Stanley the Duck and L.D. Williams are in their locker room, watching OOWF TV.**

LDW: “This is why I waited six years to mention my wife and kids,”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “I am not changing the subject.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “I know - Folz got the drop on me. He’s been on a roll and he was the better man, plain and simple.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “I didn’t overbalance on the superplex!”

Stanley: “-”

LDW: “-”

Stanley: “-”

LDW: “Okay, I overbalanced on the superplex - it happens.”

**Stank walks into the room.**

S: “Gentlemen.”

Stanley: “Quack!”

S: “Sorry - Gentleman and Water Fowl.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

S: “You’re welcome.”

**Stank takes a seat next to Williams as Stanley hops off the couch and waddles across the room.**

S: “Why’s he so touchy?“

LDW: “He doesn’t like drama.”

S: “Duck picked the wrong place to work.”

LDW: “Amen to that.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

LDW: “Go for it - an Eco Sub will cheer you up.”

Stanley: “Quack?”

LDW: “I ‘d love a coffee, thanks. Lucas?”

S: “Sure, but…how’s he going to carry it?”

**Stanley stares at the door and quacks. Fred the Monkey wander out of another room pulling a little red wagon. He opens the door and follows Stanley into the hall.**

S: “I should have seen that coming, shouldn’t I.”

LDW: “Yes, yes you should.”

S: <shakes his head> “Anyway, we’ve got Stanley’s namesake and his pet psychopath this week.”

LDW: “Eco’s not that bad - as long as you have earplugs and a sharp stick.”

S: “And once we beat them, we’re back to being number one contenders”

LDW: “To championships that are apparently vacant.”

S: “Yeah…not really the way I wanted to get our belts back.

LDW: “Me neither.“

S: “Didn’t you win them at gunpoint once?”

LDW: “Well…yeah.”

S: “See, I remember that on account of I was one of the guys you stole them from. “

LDW: “Hey, I didn’t steal anything - Johnny was pointing the gun at me if you’ll recall.”

S: “I still say you were in on it.”

LDW: <sigh> “Drama stays on the other side of that door Lucas. “

S: “Only playing with you Billy Dee.”

**The door opens and Stanley and Fred return with lunch.**

LDW: “Perfect timing. Stanley has some strategy ideas for this week.”

Stanley: “Quack.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*Shannon is painting kanji (魂 首 客) onto Ghosthead's face and whispering a prayer under her breath as part of their warpaint ritual in preparation of Ghosthead's house show match against Steve the Lost Viking. She stops suddenly in order to address an issue.*

Shannon - Could you scowl a little less?

Ghost - Do you think it possible for the Neal twins to not disappoint me whenever we are joined together for battle? Once again they lose focus.

Shannon - Their father had a stroke, Jared.

Ghost - Are we sure about that? The so called invisible ninja cameramen around here have proven quite vigilant.

Shannon - They don't capture everything.

Ghost - Still... doubt remains.

Shannon - Whether it's true or not, I don't think Power and Glory are doing this to screw you over.

Ghost -

Shannon -

Ghost - Perhaps.

Shannon - Hold still.

*Shannon finishes up Ghosthead's warpaint as he examines the job she has done in the mirror.*

Ghost - Wonderful job wife, as always.

Shannon - Thank you.

Ghost - Now I need you to go contact our GM and find out what she is going to do about my match with DEA on Wednesday. If I must fight them alone, so be it... but I would like to know what her plan is.

Shannon - I will find out what I can.

*A stagehand pokes his head in the locker room, letting The Death Knell know that his match is up next.*

Ghost - We will meet after I am done.

*Shannon embraces her husband before he walks out of his locker room and makes his way toward the noise of the crowd. We hear them chant ONE TWO THREE! then cheer signalling the end of whatever match they have just witnessed. Ghost rounds a corner and climbs the steps toward the gorilla position. The camera fades as Ghosthead's music begins to play.*

[BookerShark]

Fire is sitting in Selena's office.

GMtSa-T: I just...I just discovered something.

FW: What's that?

GMtSa-T: We don't have any tag team champions.

FW: We don't?

GMtSa-T: No...I could have sworn we did.

FW: Huh. Who were the last folks you remember having them?

GMtSa-T: Um....let's see....oh, Alex and Alexis.

FW: Then it must be them. There's your champions.

GMtSa-T: Yeah I guess....but....huh.....you know, that's not going to work.

FW: Seems like a perfectly reasonable solution to me.

GMtSa-T: No...Moose would be all up in my face about being a pawn of you Darlings.

FW: Yeah...he's been kind of ...weird lately.

GMtSa-T: Maybe a tournament...or battle royale. Just kinda reboot the whole thing.

FW: I guess. Selena...

GMtSa-T: Yeah?

FW: Who were Ghosthead's partners in our match?

GMtSa-T: Oh yeah, that's....huh....odd....I don't know that either.

FW: As much as I'd like a beatdown of him three on one, that's not exactly sporting.

GMtSa-T: True....

FW: What about me v. Ghosthead?

GMtSa-T: You really think Alex will face Lexie?

FW: Probably not. Okay, Alex v. Ghosthead and then Lexie v. me?

GMtSa-T: Title shot?

FW: *shrug* Of course.

GMtSa-T: Lemme think about it. Are you sure you don't wanna be commissioner again? I don't know what happens with these random jobbers we hire.

FW: Me neither...maybe background checks? Psych evals?

GMtSa-T: Maybe...but then we'd have to fire the entire roster.

FW: True. Okay, back to work. See ya Selena.

GMtSa-T: Thanks, Fire.

[BookerShark]

*General Manager's Office*

Selena is sitting behind her desk and the room is packed with individuals who have all given their promise on threat of suspension or worse to keep this civil. Standing in the room are Stank, LD Williams, Justin Sane, Awesome Bill, Stan Fulton, Ecosystem, Ghosthead, Alexander Darling, Alexis Darling, and Firewoman.

GM Selena: So, we've had some turmoil the last few days and I just want to make the changes and not hear any complaints please.

First, Alexander & Ghosthead, your match for the PPV has been approved but since there's a chance that match kills one of you, they want you to compete this week and show a more fundamental and pure wrestling side. So this week at Mayhem; Alexander Darling vs. Ghosthead - Onslaught Rules. That leaves us the other two people of that match with nothing to do so I and the board have decided that since it wasn't either of your fault what happened, you'll get to put on a great match. Firewoman vs. Alexis Darling - OOWF World Title Match.

Fire and Alexis look at one another and smile as Selena continues...

That just leaves the tag team title situation. Stan, Eco, Stank, LD...your match this week is no longer a #1 contender's match. It's just a tag team match...BUT at the PPV, you'll be facing one another again and the tag titles will be on the line.

The four men nod as if they like this and a few other people are looking around wondering if there is more...so Selena keeps going.

Yes, there is more. Justin & Bill will also be involved in that match. One fall, three teams, New Tag Team Champions one week from now. And that leaves one final aspect. Alexander, Alexis...as the previous champions, the board did want you in the match as well but the match with Ghosthead for the PPV was already approved so they are giving you a tag title match as soon as it makes logical sense. That's it. You can all leave now. And don't forget to smile for the camera.

As everyone files out they all give nasty knife hand chops to Chuckles which causes Selena to smile.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

FADE in somewhere in Luxembourg. Walking the streets is Stan Fulton. He wanders aimlessly and ends up in a quiet park and takes a seat on a bench apart from the crowd.

His iPhone rings and ‘lo and behold, someone is trying to use the Facetime app. Holy shit! No one uses that.

Fulton answers because he’s surprised anyone does use that.

SF: “Ahoy.”

SFJ66: “Ahoy?”

SF: “It’s what Alexander Graham Bell thought we should say when answering his new invention. Who’s this?”

SFJ66: “Rhonda. I’m new to this OOWF announcing thing.”

SF: “Well, Rhonda. What can I do for you?”

SFJ66: “Do you have time for a short interview?”

SF: “OK.”

SFJ66: “Great. First, you’re in a tag match with LD Williams and Stank. Any comments on that?”

SF: “Sure. Both men are future first ballot Hall of Famers. I used to hang with them. They know me, I know them. I still have a bit of beef with LD for the duck, but it’s going to be a great match on Wednesday.”

SFJ66: “Then you face them again, along with Banned From Everywhere for the vacant OOWF World Tag Team Championships.”

SF: “My ultimate goal. Proving to the world that Ecosystem and I can do this without resorting to unneeded violence. Doing it the smart way.”

SFJ66: “What about the former Tag Team Champions?”

SF: “Lexie and Alex? Great competitors. Too bad Alex already had a match scheduled. They really should have kept the titles. I still don’t know what happened to make them be stripped of the titles.”

SFJ66: “You... never mind.”

SF: “Anything else?”

SFJ66: “One more. Where’s Ecosystem?”

SF: “The wrestler?”

SFJ66: “Yes, Ecosystem (the wrestler).”

SF: “He should be studying film. I’m taking a break as I’ve done that all day. Tomorrow we’re in the gym for a seven hour training session.”

SFJ66: “OK. I think that’s all for now. Thank you for your time.”

SF: “You’re welcome.”

Fulton disconnects the call, watching the Luxembourgites and we FADE.

[BookerShark]

*At the "Hard Days Night Hotel" in Liverpool, England, Jos is pacing around in the "Lennon" Suite talking on the phone.

Voice on the other Line: Mumble... Mumble.. Mumble..

Jos: It sucked balls dude. Ref totally didn't see my foot. I know i'm the new guy, but it sucks how no one cut for me or had my back afterwards. No one cares and it seems like Selena isn't going to turn the decision, even if I do talk to her.

Voice on the other line: Mumble... Mumble... Mumble...

Jos: I know it was a mistake, but do they do stuff like this all the time? That would be some shit if Puns was right about them singling out the LBCW guys. Right?

Voice on the other Line: Mumble... Mumble..

Jos: You're right, I shouldn't make excuses, I need to go out there and show these people that real champions bounce back from anything!

Voice on the other line: Mumble... Mumble..

Jos: My next match? In Luxembourg. It's a rematch against The Kai. He's some dude I faced a couple weeks ago. He he's got some intensity and definitely gave me a run for my money last time we fought. I'm sure he's gonna want to pay me back for last time, so i'm planning on turning it up a few notches in the ring.

Voice on the other line: Mumble... Mumble... Mumble...

Jos: *Takes a seat on a couch* I need to show everyone in OOWF that I can hang and that i'm here to stay for the long run. One loss isn't going to scare me away, if anything, i'm coming back, harder than da paint!

Voice on the other line: Mumble... Mumble...

Jos: I'm here in Liverpool for promo's in LBCW. The next show is here so I gotta do some promo spot's for them. Tuesday, I leave early to Luxembourg to do a few autograph signings and then I have my match on Wednesday. Anyways, I gotta go. Gonna go to the bar downstairs and catch a few skeeza's. I'll talk to you later... *Hangs Up*

*Jos get's up from his couch and looks out his window. The scenery of Liverpool is breath taking. A "Darby Sigh" fills the room before the scene fades*

[BookerShark]

*Moosehead Jack walks inside from out of the cold wearing a marine green coat and dark shades. He makes his way through the mostly empty bar and grill of the hotel to the back where he joins LD Williams and Stank in a quiet corner. Moose removes his shades and plops them down on the table. He then plops himself down on the empty seat across from Stank and adjacent to LD Williams. He lays his head face down on the table and allows silence to reign for a few moments among the three. When he raises his head he finds Stank and LD staring at him quizzically.*

Stank - Rough night?

MHJ - Nah everything's just peachy.

LDW - The girls just up and left, huh?

MHJ - I don't want to talk about it.

LDW - Yeah I get that.

Stank - Yeah sorry Moose. Anyway, LD and I need to get about the business of reclaiming the Tag Team Championships.

LDW - You know Lucas we never did come up with a name for our team.

Stank - How about Stank and LD Williams?

LDW - I was thinking more along the lines of LD Williams and Stank.

Stank - I think that sounds too generic.

LDW - No more so than Stank and LD Williams.

Stank - We'll work on it.

LDW - Sure.

Stank -

LDW -

MHJ -

Stank - You know it's too bad about the Saints of Sinners.

LDW - Yep... The Saints are no more.

Stank - Gone before their time.

LDW - A shame, really.

*Moose glares first at LD, then at Stank, then back to LD before a grin slowly forms on his face. The three of them just laugh for a full thirty seconds before a waiter approaches and takes their orders. The camera pulls back and fades on the three raising their beers in the air in a toast and resuming their laughter.*

[BookerShark]

<Moose walks to the little store in the hotel to get a cigar. As he is coming out, he is stopped by SFJ13>

SFJ13: So, the Saints live again?

MHJ: <laughing> you know, it was there all along and I didn't see it. I tried with Eco, I thought he had my back, I thought he was all in. He said he wanted mayhem, but he couldn't let things with Fire go. He got burned, and he left. He couldn't let go, and he left. Then I thought Clio and Edra were all in. They talked the talk, they said they wanted mayhem. They said they let go of the past, but then Wyatt falls, and they fall. They couldn't let go, and they left.

<pointing to the table where LD and Stank are sitting>

Those two? All along I have known, I have spent years running with them, hell even feuding with them. I know them.......I TRUST them. I know what they will do, and let me tell you this, the OOWF is NOT going to like it.

<Moose lights up the cigar and takes a deep drag>

You know it's funny. When I talk about respect, I get mocked for it. What makes that funny is this: When the New Guard was running around telling the long timers in the OOWF to retire, that it was THEIR time, those idiot fans screamed that it was disrespectful, that you should respect those who came before you. Men like LD Williams and Stank were lauded for standing up for themselves against those arrogant New Guard fucks. The fans loved them.

But now? Now that they have told the fans to go fuck themselves, their message still hasn't changed. We DEMAND respect, we have EARNED respect, and now, those fucking moron fans boo them? I look out in that crowd, and I would like to hop that barricade and just punch every damn one of them in the mouth. Boo us? fuck you. Disrespect us? Go to hell.

So Selena, you keep playing games. You keep up your corporate champions. The time is coming, real soon, when the Saints of Sinners are going to control the OOWF. LD and Stank WILL win those tag titles, and after I slaughter that mute fuck Danny Taylor this week, I will show either Folz or Evans that this old dog can still make them suffer in that ring. And once I win that invitational, I WILL win the world title.

Remember this Selena, remember these words.......this is our world......and this time, you are not part of it

Trust me

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Alexis Darling are SITTING~! in Chad's hottub after a workout. No, they do not have swimsuits on. Yes, there are bubbles, so you can't see anything important. No, Chad is not there. They do have candles and such lit though. Fire is rubbing her neck and shoulder.

FW: Ow....

LD: What's wrong?

FW: Oh, just my neck and shoulder...

LD: From Tytan's piledriver?

FW: Yeah...you wouldn't think after all these years it'd bother me.

LD: Here, let me.

Alexis scoots over behind Firewoman and begins massaging the affected area. Firewoman scowls as the pain gets worse.

LD: You're worried about Moose. This injury always comes back when you're upset about something.

FW: Pssht, no.

LD: His friends abandon him...again.

FW: Who? LD and Stank are right there.

LD: No, I meant...never mind...that was quite a rant he went on.

FW: That's not Moose crazy.

LD: I dunno....he sounded...

FW: Lex....when I've gone....off....REALLY off....am I loud and rambling? Or am I quiet.

LD: Quiet...like eerily so.

FW: Moose is just the same.

Lexie repositions Fire so that she can get a better angle on the knot on Fire's shoulder, leaning Fire's back against her. The water glistens off their skin. After a few minutes more, it seems to be doing the trick as Fire sighs loudly, but stays where she is.

LD: THERE you go. That was quite a knot.

FW: Wow thanks. You have magic fingers.

LD: As well you know.

The two share a smile.

LD: So what are we doing this week?

FW: Threeway dance against Ghost and some jobbers I guess?

LD: No no...Selena changed the card. It's you and me.

FW: Really? The former IWA-Midsouth Women's champion vs. the Former Shimmer World champion?

LD: Former Shimmer Tag Team champions, too.

FW: Well, I guess we'll put on a pretty good clinic until I defeat you.

LD: What? Please....

FW: Lex, come on. You're good, but you're no SIX PACK GRAND SLAM CHAMPION, now....I mean as a tag team wrestler, yea, but individually?

LD: I've pinned your shoulders to the mat plenty of times.

FW: I'm not talking about outside the ring--

LD splashes bubbles at Fire, who retaliates.

FW: I think if we had Lucky pull our singles record against each other--

LD: He would find that I'm ahead.

FW: No.....would he?

LD: Please just accept that I'm right on this.

Fire thinks a minute.

FW: Well, fine, whatever.

LD: Not whatever...you have to say it.

FW: Say what?

LD: You know....

Fire smirks.

FW: Fine...."Lexie Darling is on top."

LD: ...

FW: ...

Alexis grabs a towel and throws it over the camera. We hear nothing else except the movement of water so we cut away to the next thing.

[BookerShark]

<we cut to a PHWF house show in Luxembourg City where The Bay Bridge Boyz are facing Mossi Oxlade and Akiru Tornado. They have been wrestling for about five minutes when “Laser Cannon Deth Sentence” plays and Moosehead Jack, LD Williams and Stank storm the ring!

Moose has HDB with him and he catches Tornado with a shot upside the head that sends him to the floor. Moose, LD and Stank beat Oxlade, Jinx and Spazz to the mat, then Moose slides out of the ring and sets up three tables, stopping to kick Tornado in the mouth, then pull him to his feet and SLAM him face first into the ring post.

Inside the ring, LD Williams pulls Spazz to his feet and shoves him into the corner and UNLOADS some CANADIAN VIOLENCE on him, beating him to the mat with punches, kicks and chops. Spazz falls to the mat, but LD pulls him back up and bloodies his face with a series of headbutts, likely breaking his nose

Across the ring, Stank is hammering Jinx with clubbing blows to the side of the head, then sends him to the ropes and hits the STANK U! Stank pulls him up and hits the CTG, then locks him in the CATCH 22! Stank snarls as he squeezes the life out of Jinx, Jinx taps furiously, then goes limp, losing consciousness.

Moose slides back into the ring and blasts Oxlade with a shot upside the head with HDB, then rakes the bat across his forehead until blood pours down his face. He pulls Oxlade to the apron, while Stank pulls Jinx to another apron and LD takes Spazz to another, all where the tables are set up. Stank lifts Jinx and POWERBOMBS him through a table, LD Williams hits a CANADIAN DESTROYER off the apron through the table, while Moose hits a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER driving Oxlade through the table. The three of them roll Tornado back into the ring, and Moose has a mic. The crowd is booing them loudly and littering the ring with debris>

MHJ: Boo all you fucking want. You know what you are looking at here? We are the closest thing the OOWF has to ROYALTY. Forty-six titles held between us, seven world titles, five grand slams, three six packs. We have won every fucking award there is to win. Whether you like us, or hate us, what we have accomplished speaks for itself

<Moose snarls and glares out at the crowd, who continues to boo them>

MHJ: And despite that, despite ALL that, we have to beg for shots. January 9, 2013. LD and Stank lose their tag titles to those fucking Darlings. Do they get a rematch? No. The following week the titles are defended against Comrade Sharkoff and Ricky Soaring Eagle. You heard that right, Comrade Fucking Sharkoff and Ricky Goddamn Soaring Eagle! Do LD and Stank EVER get a rematch? No. No they don’t. They get put in a four way match at Hell on Earth three weeks later.

And why? Why should they have to wait? What is it Selena? They don’t fit your idea of champions? Tell me oh esteemed General Manager, why did it take the champions walking out of the company before Stank and LD got a title shot?

And tell me Selena, why do I have to BEG you for a title shot? <Moose drops to his knees next to a barely conscious Tornado> Does that seem fair to you Akiru? Does that seem right? No. No it doesn’t.

<Moose gets to his feet and Stank and LD pull Tornado up and hold him, Moose grabs a chair and SLAMS it down on top of his head, Tornado falls to the mat out cold>

MHJ: their blood is on your hands Selena. This is all your doing. I don’t know when the power went to your head, I don’t know if someone has been whispering things into your ear that we don’t fit the image the OOWF wants, we aren’t young, we aren’t out to shake hands and kiss babies, and we sure as FUCK don’t give the slightest shit what these idiot fans think, but ignoring us will not make us go away. You cannot get rid of us, and the longer you make us wait for what we have EARNED, the more pissed off we are going to get, and the more blood will be spilled

<Moose pauses for a moment>

MHJ: There was a time when this would have made you happy, there was a time when you would have been right there demanding we get what we deserve. But somewhere along the line, you sold out, you became a corporate puppet. See, as much as you pull the strings here and make your puppets dance for you, the higher ups, the “board” pulls your strings and makes you dance just the same. Well we have had enough, we are taking what is ours, and there is not a goddamn thing you, or anyone else can do to stop us.

Think you can? Then you haven’t been paying attention. Trust me

<Moose, Stank and LD add a few more kicks to Tornado, then leave the ring and head to the back as medical comes to check on the four wrestlers>

[BookerShark]

<Banned From Everywhere is walking through the halls>

JS: So, last week I almost beat Firewoman, and now this week I face DK Murphy and Rabbit Mask?

EMFE: Yes, its an intercontinental title match

ABFD: Son you’s big time now!

JS: Who are you facing?

ABFD: Uhhhhhh……….Jeremy Punshouse I think

EMFE: Punswick. Jeremy Punswick

ABFD: Yeah, that ol boy. I think he is confused as hell though. He done calledified me Pacey. Who that be?

EMFE: He was comparing you to a character from Dawson’s Creek

ABFD: Dawson’s what now?

EMFE: It was a television show

ABFD: A what now?

EMFE: <sighing> a moving picture show on that there squaky box

ABFD: OH! Hell yeah! Was that the one where Wyatt Earp and his brothers rode into town with that Doctor Holloway and shot the place up against them Cowpokes?

JS: Texpress?

ABFD: They was in movies? In the squaky box? Hot damn! We needs to get us an autograph!

EMFE: <sighing> Ok, where do I start……Texpress have never been in movies. It was Doc Holiday, not Holloway, and that was Tombstone, which was a movie, not a television show, and not Dawson’s Creek

ABFD: Oh……..so what you’re saying is……..

EMFE: None of what you just said was right

ABFD: Well hell

JS: You know, maybe Jeremy Punswick has been in the OOWF for a long time!

EMFE: He’s been here like a month

JS: Are you sure? Cause he doesn’t remember who Bill is, and there was this guy, the Amnesiac, he couldn’t remember stuff. He was in IHOP

ABFD: The pancakery?

EMFE: <shaking her head again> Ok, again, where do I start…….Jeremy Punswick is from the LBCW, he was never in IHOP, and he was never the Amnesiac…..nor is he an amnesiac

ABFD: You know, I done saw this documentary on the picture box, there was this rabbit out in the woods, and this ol boy was hunting him, though he was using a shotgun, and you know shotguns ain’t worth a damn for hunting rabbits, and this ol boy got an anvil dropped on his head

JS: OH NO!

ABFD: yeaaaaah son! Forgot who he was an everything! That ol rabbit had to hit him in the head with a stick so he could rememberfy things again

<Ellie May just shakes her head, but before she can say anything, Justin gets an idea>

JS: Hey! We have a Rabbit here in the OOWF!

ABFD: We do?

JS: We do?

ABFD: We do!

JS: What if we got him to hit Punswick so he could remember that he was The Amnesiac! And then he would know you were Awesome Bill From Dawsonville!

ABFD: Son……you is smarter than hell Justin! That’s brilliant! What could go wrong?

EMFE: Beside everything?

ABFD: Well……yeah, beside everything, nothing, right?

EMFE: I……. ok, you got me there

JS: Let’s go find Rabbit Mask! I heard he was at George “The Animal” Steele’s Produce Barn

ABFD: George “the Animal” Steele has a produce barn?

JS: He had a green thumb

EMFE: Green tongue. He had a green tongue, and aren’t you banned from there?

JS: We are <crowd sings along> BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

ABFD: Well hell, how we gonna do that then?

JS: Hmmm

ABFD: I know! We can go inburrito!

JS: PERFECT! Can I be Sir Walter Trogdale Esquire, the wealthy Bolivian coffee baron?

ABFD: Well hell yeah son! And I will be……..uh

JS: Dick Trickle!

ABFD: HELL YEAH!

<Justin and Bill wander down the hall leaving Ellie May behind>

EMFE: THAT WASN’T A DOCUMENTARY! THAT WAS BUGS BUNNY!!!!! ………dammit

<Ellie May takes a sip of PCPL and heads off after them>

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: Now I’ve seen that there’s been quite a stir in the locker rooms and the message boards about Power and Glory’s sudden decision to take their ball and go back home to Daddy. And despite how a lot of people feel, they approve of what they’re doing. You know what I say? I say fuck them. They can say all that they want about them wanting to be by their dad’s side, and for their sake, I hope the old guy beats whatever he’s got wrong with him. The fact of the matter is that they finally had Firewoman where they wanted her; at least they thought that they did, and what did they do? They bailed. Not even giving any idea that they were leaving, or saying when or if they’d be back. Gone, just like that. Now personally, I wouldn’t care, but when Fire’s imminent destruction is at hand, I tend to have more of an interest in it. And personally, I think its nothing more than them biting off a little more than they can chew. They got Fire’s attention, but they didn’t know what kinda woman she can be when pushed. Now guys like myself, I can take whatever Fire gives out, and dish out twice as much in return. But them? It’s just an excuse to get as far away from Fire as possible. They could have been something in this company, and now all they’ll be remembered as is a footnote in OOWF history.

I also see that we’ve got championships that are vacant. And when I get a partner that I feel can keep up with me, I’ll be going after the Tag Team titles, and get my long-awaited Grand Slam. But first things first. This week, I’ve got Matt Folz, a man who I once viewed as my best friend in this place, a man who I had trusted at one point. A man who I would have loved to have won the Tag titles with at one point, but that, like the Packers’ chances of ever being a superior team to the New York Giants, is in the past. Now I won’t lie and say that the man can’t work in the ring, he can. I wouldn’t have chosen him as my enforcer and my #2 guy in the New Guard if he couldn’t go. But that’s all you were, and ever will be. Always coming in second place to me. Oh sure, you can say that you won the OOWF Invitational before me, but what did you ever do with that? Like you eventually did in the New Guard, you dropped the ball. I won the World title before you. I’m gonna win the Grand Slam before you do. I’m taking this whole tournament and getting my World Title back. And there’s not a damn thing that either you or that overrated bitch that is keeping my title warm for me can do about it.

*fade to black*

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[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo bumps into Ecosystem backstage.

Mai: There you are. I haven't seen you all week. What the fuck do you think you were doing earlier this week, with Firewoman?

Eco: Just trying to channel her feelings appropriately--

Mai: Were you? Or were you just jumping at the chance to play with your little partner one more time, because you've never been able to resolve those feelings you had for her?

Eco: ...Mai, you are out of line.

Mai: Am I?

Mai snatches his phone.

Eco: Give it here.

Mai: Oh look, you were texting with Fire while you were supposed to be watching film. Looks like she responded far less frequently than you were typing. Creeps just can't take a hint!

Eco snatches his phone back.

Eco: You know damn well I wasn't flirting. You're my sister, you know everything about--

Mai: About what? Your sexuality? Best I can tell, some days you're as gay as Liberace and other days, it's hard to tell. But I know that your greatest love is for a man--yourself. And I don't care if having Fire follow your lead feeds that love. Your duty is to love your family--and your sister--and you will do that by following Stan's lead and getting your ass back to training. Do I make myself clear?

Eco: Crystal.

Mai: Good, I have a promo to cut.

Mai storms out from the back, to the empty arena, cameras following. She talks as she walks.

Mai: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. If we have learned anything this week, we have learned Evil can only dance in the street so long before people become aware and react....if they can recognize that evil?

There is an evil that lurks in all of us. I don't mean to go after a woman I care about--who I even made a really nice friendship bracelet for!--but when Firewoman talks about perceiving women as conquests, notches in her belt, she is taking steps down the path of objectification that leads, eventually, to the disregard for human life her brother shows.

We don't notice how slippery these slopes are as long as we're moving slowly, of course. But sooner or later, we all arrive at the bottom. For decades, we chose to deny and ignore sex's inherent link to procreation, and we increasingly tolerated divorce as we made marriage about happiness rather than building strong families. So when gay marriage advocates came along, what argument was there really? There was no real argument against them, and there will be no real argument against the polygamists either, when push comes to shove.

Attacking a young innocent may be taboo in the OOWF today. But will it be tomorrow? Or a year from now? When will it become justified in "special" situations? Or from people we're more willing to forgive due to their track record? What might we allow Stank and LD to get away with that we weren't willing to forgive Moose and his apprentices?

Now this week, I have a match with a very...attractive man. Kind-hearted, honest, clean-living in many ways...and yet, still an unrepentant fornicator. And yet, he's probably one of the closer things the OOWF has to a role model. I get nervous and flustered when I talk to men like him and Danny because they seem so good compared to others surviving in this environment...and yet I can't help but think that I am like an accountant in a 95% male firm who fawns over his boss's secretary, not because she's stunningly beautiful, but because she's the only person he sees daily with a semblance of femininity.

Mai pauses and looks down at her microphone, then looks up.

Mai: It's not good enough anymore. Our children--your children deserve better. I don't know if this week is my week, but if not this week, soon. Soon I will put the Onslaught Championship around my waist, and I will be more than a champion. I will be an example...for faith, for justice, for better living.

It's Mai Time.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in her locker room after getting changed into workout gear. Quorras comes in, looking Very Official.

FW: Uh-oh...

Qs: What?

FW: You look....Very Official.

Qs: Interview time.

FW: Great...Hurry up though

Qs: Last week you were in the ring against perennial fan favorite, but not much of a challenge, Justin Sane--

FW: Stop right there. Justin Sane is a HELL of a competitor, and because of him, I almost got a concussion.

Qs: That ... that wasn't what gave you a concussion.

FW: No?

Qs: No, don't you remember? After the match? Sunny came down and kicked you while--

FW: SunnY? The SFJ?

Qs: Yeah, she and--

FW: I find that highly unlikely. She'd be really stupid to get involved in a match.

Qs: Uh huh....I suppose it was Justin that broke Spencer's finger?

FW: There's nothing wrong with Spencer's finger. I just saw her at the Destroyitarium this morning, she's fine.

Qs: ...

FW: ...

Qs: Moving on...this week, your match was changed--

FW: I'm not with Lexie?

Qs: No... you are....

FW: *whew* I thought you said it'd changed. I'd hate to think I prepared for the wrong opponent.

Qs: No...it used to be--

FW: It's. Always. Been. Against. Lexie. Got it?

Qs: Fine....whatever....about your match--

FW: Lexie and I will tear it up, no doubt. We have a long history and know each other's moves and countermoves. "Should be a good'un."

Qs: No problem with it being for the belt?

FW: Champio--

Qs: I'm sorry...championship.

FW: Not at all. Lexie gets very little respect for being a competant singles competitor. Most of her success has been in the tag divisions.

LD: *from offscreen* I heard that! Should we review our record again?

FW: *yelling toward offscreen* Only if there's a hot tub involved.

Qs: Can we please--

FW: Right. What I was GOING to say before I was RUDELY interrupted is that Lexie's competence has been overlooked. I insisted Selena make it a championship match because to do less would have negated the huge amounts of respect I have for my sister-in-law, and our storied history. She deserves the shot, and she could very well win.

Qs: You believe that?

FW: *hesitating before breaking into a big smile* Wow, I did almost do that with a straight face. No no, I'm going to mop the mat with her.

LD: *offscreen* I'm SO killing you.

Qs: Ghosthead still has his title shot, but he'll be busy with Alexander this week. Any thoughts on that or the PPV match?

FW: Alex can more than handle himself against whatever brand of crazy Ghosthead is bringing. I wish I could say more, but for the life of me, I'm not sure where Ghost is coming from. I mean, the world didn't end, Alex and I are still together... I'm not even sure why that was important to him... but he seems to have elevated it to vendetta proportions.

Fire looks thoughtful for a minute.

FW: You know...I think maybe I'll do the logical thing.

LD: *offcamera* There's a switch.

FW: *ignoring her* I'm going to go talk to Stank.

Qs: You think he'll know?

FW: *shrugs* Beats me. But it's as good a place to start as any.

Fire gets up and starts to walk out. She stops and turns.

FW: Wait a minute...what was that about Alex's PPV match?

Qs: Oh yeah... it's a.... *flips through her notes*... "No Ropes Raised Ring Scaffold"... goal is to knock the other guy off to mat below... or the floor, whichever.

FW: Really.

Qs: Yeah, I guess Alex talked to Selena and Ghosthead said sure.

FW: Really.

Qs: I'm assuming from your reaction, he didn't tell you.

Firewoman stands there fuming.

FW: First things first. First, I'm going to see Stank. Then I'll deal with this.....stupidity.

Firewoman leaves. FAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

A Reasonably Average Looking Male Journalist approaches Eco as he does pull-ups from overhead pipes.

RALMJ: Ecosystem! Looking for some commentary on your match this week. We've been hearing conversations, but nothing from you directly.

Eco: What makes you think I have something to say?

RALMJ: Don't you always?

Eco: (dropping down) LD Williams and Stank. My sister had some strong words for them, didn't she? Well, strong by her standards. See, I understand the moral code of Stank and Williams. It's loyalty, courage, manhood...it's a caveman ethic. I don't mean to be demeaning; I think it's why people afford them so much respect. Caveman ethics are very comprehensible, very easy to empathize with.

As for me? As Nas said: "People fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just the fury of man." But I have simplified my morality to a prime directive: get Stan Fulton the Grand Slam. So it is written, so it shall be done.

That's all. But can you keep the camera around an extra minute?

RALMJ: Any reason?

Eco: I don't think I currently have legal liability for this company's decisions...but just in case, I would like to tape a "Don't Try This At Home" spot before the scaffold match.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Wilder walks up to Eco after the interview....

TW: ECO? That you?

Eco: Wilder? They let YOU back in the OOWF?

TW: You got a problem... man I knew this week was going too smooth.

Eco: (Hold his hand up) Whoa, whoa - cool your jets Wilder. Just yanking your chain. I've turned over a new leaf and all....

TW: Yeah..... I'll bet.

Eco: Look. Seriously. I'm trying the white hat thing. <Sigh> Look Tommy, I'm glad your back. You really bring something to the table.

TW: Positive energy? An arena wide adreneline rush?

Eco: I was going to say insanity... But more of a WTF type, not psychotic. Don't need more psychotic...

TW: This place was always pretty stocked up there. So you got a scaffold match?

Eco: 10' in the air with a guy looking to make me land on my head...

TW: Sounds COOL! Hey man - (slaps Eco on the shoulder) - Go out there an wow 'em dude! Give a shout if you need anything! Scaffold match! Hey.... I wonder if I can set up another bamboo high-rise scaffold match..... (walks away)

Eco: Here we go again.