Midweek Mayhem (5/8) Live from Newfoundland

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Aquaforte, Newfoundland & Labrador
Wednesday, May 8th 2013

Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Mai Muyo (c) vs. Matt Folz

Onslaught Title Match[/u]
Tommy Wilder (c) vs. Amazing Jos

Tag Title Proving Ground - If Stank or LD get pinned, the victor and a partner of their choosing gets a tag title match[/u]
Saints of Sinners (Stank, LD Williams, & Chloe) vs. Alexis Darling, Stan Fulton, and Poe

Moosehead Jack & Christian Carter vs. Phoenix Rising (Alexander Darling & Firewoman)
Jeremy Punswick vs. Kai vs. Danny Taylor vs. Ghosthead
Texpress vs. The Murphys
Chris Evans vs. Justin Sane
Awesome Bill from Dawsonville vs. Jason Allen


Card subject to walking the wrong way in Canada

[BookerShark]

We are outside the arena post Mayhem, and we see Ghosthead and Shannon loading there car. They are not doing anything villainous, or mysterious, just simply loading their vehicle to leave. So why are we watching them? Because as the camera pans to the side, we see that Dynamite Danny Taylor is watching them as well. He is leaning against a wall arms crossed over his chest, and staring at them intently. The Ninja cams stay focused, because situations like this never seem to end well.

For several moments he just stands there, and the tension can almost be seen to thicken in the air. He seems at war with himself, but finally just shakes his head, having come to some kind of decision. He steps off the wall, drops his arms to his sides and begins to take a step towards Ghosthead's location, when The Kai's voice is heard from behind him.

The Kai: There you are brah. Vic is looking for you.

Danny turns to see The Kai walking towards him, and when he turns back, Ghosthead and Shannon have entered the car and are driving away. Danny frowns a little, and we are left wondering just what Danny's intentions where. Danny let's out a sigh and turns back to The Kai and raises an eyebrow.

The Kai: With the bomb threat we are behind on shutting down the bar. Vic needs us to help the girls get the big stuff packed.

Danny nods and starts to follow The Kai.

The Kai: I saw the new lineup brah. Me and you are in a four way match.

Danny slaps his hands together.

The Kai: Nope, singles. That Punswick guy and Ghosthead.

Danny frowns a little.

The Kai: Don't worry brah, once we kick those Huki 'inos butts, The Kai promises he will pin you quickly with little embarrassment.

Danny chuckles a little and punches The Kai in the shoulder. He then waggles his finger and flexes his bicep.

The Kai: The Kai can't wait brah.

The Kai laughs as Danny smiles, his mood visibly brightening as the two walk off and we

FADE

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Ecosystem is backstage in the trainer's room, holding his leg and periodically cursing in pain. Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo look concerned.

Stan: It's really not subsiding, is it?

Eco: No. No it's fucking not. Stank's stomps were one thing, but fucking...fuck, something after Chloe's shot with her branding iron wrapped in FUCKING BARBED WIRE, like the fucking cunt she is....

Mai: Junichiro, you do not use that word!

Eco: Well, maybe cut me some FUCKING slack, because that bitch fucking tried to take my leg off! I already lost Stan the fucking match because of this stupid knee--

Stan: That was the referee's call, I'm not going to blame you--

Eco: I DON'T WANT YOU TO FUCKING BLAME ME! BLAME THIS FUCKING KNEE! Blame this fucking mid-thirties body, that once I actually have a championship I HAVE to fucking win, it gives out on me!

Mai: Is there anything I can do?

Eco: YES. FUCKING LEAVE!

Eco flops back on the table, grunting. Mai storms out, upset, and Stan follows.

Stan: Look, he's just in a lot of pain--

Mai: I know, I know. I feel upset, but I can step back and rationalize. I'm still going to feel upset though. (Mai turns to Stan.) You have to go out there and win this week. And when you do...depending on how things go with him, you might have to think about a new partner.

Stan: We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. You're not allowed to surrender that championship to go back to teaming with me though. You've placed a lot of faith in your hard work...and sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.

Mai: ...Is that the Bible?

Stan: It's Batman. I remembered you like both.

FADE

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~~~ Texpress arrive in Aquaforte, Newfoundland & Labrador (Cheap pop). They're unloading their tour bus, when a RNSFJ approaches. Bridgette goes over to talk to her.

RNSFJ: I want to ask the guys about their match

Bridgette: Shug, what happened last week was a horrible accident. Zane & Chad both feel really bad. It's a shame when anyone is hurt in the ring.

RNSFJ: Well, they did make some not so flattering comments about Ecosystem right before the match..

Bridgette: I know hon. Look, they stand by their assessment of Junichiro's character to this point. He's been an untrustworthy man for most of is OOWF life. That has nothing to do with him getting injured in a match. In fact, I seem to remember him tweaking that knee a couple weeks beforehand.

RNSFJ: What about this week? There is a Proving Ground match for a Tag Title

Bridgette: ..Championship

RNSFJ: ...... Championship match. Texpress has openly challenged he Saints of Sinners, and yet they aren't included in the match.

Bridgette: well, you know who is controlling things in that department these days. Zane & Chad will go out there with the Murphys and tear the house down. Just know Bennett won't be bale to shut them out forever. And when he does finally put them in a match with LD and Stank, we will have new World Tag Team Champions.

RNSFJ: How can you be so sure.

Bridgette: Texpress has a little..... insurance policy. An ace in the hole so to speak.

RNSFJ: What?

Bridgette: Now shug, you think I'm going to give that information out? Just know that when the time is right, There will be new Tag Team Champions.

~~~ Bridgette's phone rings. We catch her half of the conversation ~~~

Bridgette: Hey there darlin' ................ No problem. just have him sign everything and bring it with him when he gets here...........................Better safe than sorry with LJ in charge............. Of course..................................... Yes, we need to do that again! So much fun (laughs) ..................... Haven't gotten the details worked out, but I'll let you know................ of course, bring the entire group................ I know, I'll take care of him, you just get the rest of them there.................... I know! Always so stubborn and moody (laughs) ................. I'll get back with you on that last part soon. Bye Lisa.

RNSFJ: Was that Firewoman?

Bridgette: It was. With Lucky away, I'm helping her with the legal stuff for her new trainee. Just business, shug. Now run along, I have a meeting later and I need to freshen up from the trip.

~~~ We fade as Bridgette walks towards the arena doors ~~~

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(The backdrop is a black background with the St Edward the Martyr symbol in a glowing red as we see a figure draped in black. The figure turns and it is Chloe with what looks to have been an attempt at kabuki makeup, but in reality just looks like Chuckles on a bad day. She holds the barbed wire wrapped branding iron as if it were a Samurai sword and speaks with intensity and passion, but with a phony baloney Mr Fuji style accent.)

Joo-Nee-Chee-ro Mu-You. You are the first non believer to learn the lesson of the Saints of Sinners. The White Hats think that Chloe is just the lap dog of Jack-san. You think that Chloe is nothing but a spoiled little girl. You, Joo-Nee-Chee-ro, are the first to learn that Chloe is the first line of defense for the Saints. To get to the Saints of Sinners you first have to go through The Last Neal. You must go through the Martyr. You...Must...Go...Through...Chloe.

(Chloe lets go of the accent and starts talking in a matter of fact fashion, now playing with the branding iron as if it were a baton.)

As someone else said a while back, good is stupid. Granted, the source is suspect, but let's go with that. Good is stupid. I've told everyone what I'm all about, and no one wants to believe it. Now, Juni is the first to find out what they found out when they banned me from SHINE, WSU, Shimmer, all those little girl organizations. They thought I was just another girl wrestler. They found out, just like Juni found out, that I don't care if I win or lose. I'm just gonna hurt ya.

That brings me to this week's match. The toughest tag team in the history of the OOWF and I join forces against three people who want to take the tag belts from these men. I eliminated one threat to their championships, and I will not hesitate to eliminate others.

(Chloe's tone turns dark and seductive...)


Dark Goddess, we still have much unfinished business. I do enjoy a good bloodfest with you. Let's do it again, shall we? Poe, I underestimated you. You still have some spark left in you. Allow me to do my part to quench that flame. And Reverend Lamb, so nice to see you. I think between my teammates and I, we can arrange a very large order of Lamb Chops for catering next week.

(Chloe's tone turns fiery and angry, hate burning in her eyes.)

NONE OF YOU will have a chance at these men's titles. For I AM A MARTYR. I AM a Saint of Sinners. I have been baptized in the blood of the innocents, and I have no problem being baptized in YOUR blood, Goddess and Boys. Your threat to the World Tag Team Championships will END at Midweek Mayhem.

(Chloe twirls the barbed wire branding iron like a baton and throws it in the air, expertly catching it by the handle and pointing the St Edward the Martyr symbol head at the camera....)

Trust me...

(Chloe begins laughing insanely as we....)

FADE

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Fire, Alex, Poe and Lexie are riding in a large SUV with a driver toward an unknown destination. Joining them mid-conversation.

FW: I don't care. You two will just have to stay on separate floors or something. This isn't about you.

P: Fine.

AD: I think this trainee looks amazing, Fire.

FW: Good, I'm glad. I wish Lucky was here...where is he anyway? Lexie, can you look at the paperwork and see if there's anything I missed? I have the employment contract, benefits statement, insurance....I had Bridgette look it over too, but I just want to be sure I did it right....

LD: Sure.

Alexis takes a look.

LD: Um...Fire...

FW: Yeah?

LD: Where is this person from?

FW: Um...I dunno...South America somewhere.

AD: South America....

Alex grabs the file, and he looks at it more closely. He looks up straight ahead, then looks at Fire, who is absent mindedly looking out the window. He looks at Lexie and she shakes her head with a "you married it, you deal with it" kind of attitude.

AD: Fire....do you see this last name?

FW: Huh? Sorry, I didn't sleep last night, I zoned out. Of course I see the last name, I made up the contracts and stuff.

She goes back to looking out the window. Alex simply stares at her, before she feels him staring and turns back toward him.

FW: What?

AD: Fire....that name's all over the news all the time. Drugs, guns, trafficking....

P: You can take the girl out of the underworld....oh, maybe you can't.

FW: Oh you all relax...it's a fairly common name. I'm sure there's no relation.

Fire goes back to daydreaming out the window. Alex, Poe, and Lexie just shake their heads.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE

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Ecosystem is watching the Texpress promo from his hospital bed.

Eco: "They stand by their assessment of Junichiro's character to this point." Can't even wish me well sincerely. When was the last time I did anything to them?

Nurse: (facing away, in a sing-song voice) Didn't you frame Chad for a bomb threat right before the show where you got injured?

Eco: ...it was a rib! What's a rib between friends?

The nurse turns around and Eco jumps.



Joker: Oh...you and I both know you weren't trying to be friends. You were just exercising your right to create...a little chaos.

Eco: I'm dreaming.

Joker: Obviously.

Eco: I don't want to talk with you.

Joker: Well, who else are you going to talk to? You made your sister leave, your partner left with her...the nurses? No no no. There's too much business to discuss to waste time getting chummy with the locals.

Eco: I don't need you anymore.

Joker: (laughing) Don't need me? How can you not need yourself? Oh sure, you can dress me up in this little Joker makeup when you dream about me--a charming little image your sister gave you--and pretend that there's something under this white cream besides your own face. But I'm not Patrick Quinn. I'm not some possessing demon. I'm in your mind and of your mind.

Eco: But I can choose who I want to be. And I have a purpose.

Joker: Sure. You have plans. You always have plans, my little schemer. But where have those plans gotten you? You were supposed to help Stan win the Tag Championships months ago, and yet here you are, lying in a bed, incapacitated, a perfect symbol of your own failure.

Suddenly, Eco leaps out of the bed, and shoves the Joker against the wall.

Joker: (laughing) Taking some liberties in your dream world, are you?

Eco: YOU! You want to call me a loser like everyone else? I don't have to listen to that shit.

Joker: Oh, you're not a loser. What's the use of mocking losers? No no no, you're just underperforming. And not in the ring. You're letting Moosehead Jack pretend he's the Big Bad of this company. He's not. All his bloodlust and gang violence...it's a bad joke. A fool leading an army of small, scared men...just like your sister says.

Eco: You, of all people, are complimenting Mai?

Joker: She knows exactly what's going on. She just doesn't know what to do about it. But you do.

Eco: I'm following her rules. This is her time to shine, not mine.

Joker: And you couldn't do anything behind her back?

Eco: I'm not going to lie to her.

Joker suddenly SLAPS Eco across the face.

Joker: Don't you DARE give me that sanctimonious shit! Wouldn't lie to her...you're lying to yourself right now!

Eco rears back and punches Joker, who goes down. Eco kicks him in the ribs as Joker howls.

Eco: You're worthless to me! Worthless!

Joker: I'm worthless? (laughing) And I thought my jokes were bad...take a day to think about it. I'll see you tomorrow night.

Cut to the hospital room. Junichiro "Ecosystem" Muyo is asleep, but thrashing. The nurses quietly bustle around and check vitals, but all appears to be well...



FADE

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<Eco opens his eyes and sees Moosehead Jack sitting in the chair in his room. Eco stares at him for a moment studying him>

Eco: Another dream

MHJ: Does it matter?

Eco: Come here to finish the job?

MHJ: What I do depends on you

Eco: This is not real

<Chloe steps out of the shadows of the room carrying HDB, covered in blood. Eco looks nervous>

Eco: Where’s Mai? Where’s Stan?

MHJ: <ignoring Eco> Are you happy?

Eco: What?

MHJ: Are you happy?

Eco: Are any of us? We make a living trying our best to hurt one another

MHJ: <getting up and wandering around the room> Is this how you pictured it?

Eco: Pictured what?

MHJ: Your baby

Eco: What?

MHJ: The OOWF. Is this what you pictured when you called me in Japan in 2004 and told me you were starting the OOWF?

Eco: I was young…….I didn’t know what to expect……

MHJ: But I feel fairly certain this wasn’t it

<Eco just stares at Moose>

MHJ: Ever since you lost power, ever since you lost control of the Establishment, you have been trying to regain that power……you have been trying to regain the vision you had of the OOWF

Eco: If I remember right, I lost control of the Establishment to you…..

MHJ: <smirking> because you were weak Juni. You weren’t ready to be a leader. You cracked, it was a mercy killing to be perfectly honest. Then you came back with Voltage as the Defenestrators, that was the next mask you wore. Comedy. A skilled tag team, but comedy. You were free of responsibility, there were no expectations. You thrived……but it wasn’t enough, was it?

<Eco just looks at Moose>

MHJ: Then, you struggled, you had Trinity and DEVILS, you tried to get people to follow you, and you had some success…..but that elusive vision of what YOU wanted the OOWF to be……you couldn’t quite achieve it. Then…..you snapped. You took the OOWF by force, you took control, and you tried to impose your will on the OOWF……but you did it alone, and like the Establishment……you were not ready. You crumbled again

<Eco looks away, not caring for the history lesson>

MHJ: We were the original Saints of Sinners, we were going to burn the OOWF down, take no prisoners…..it was ours for the taking, but you balked. You couldn’t take that final step. You fled.

<Moose looks at Juni>

MHJ: And now…..you wear the mask of caring brother. You wear the mask of caring friend. You want Mai to succeed, you want Stan to succeed…….what does Juni want?

Eco: I am not buying your talk Jack. I am happy for Mai. Stan is a loyal friend

MHJ: What was one thing I said, repeatedly, when Fire and I were nearly killing one another in some of the most brutal matches ever seen? What was the ONE thing I kept telling her?

<Eco just stares>

MHJ: Don’t deny yourself. Don’t try to be something you’re not. Fire……someone you hold in very high regard…..couldn’t be what she wasn’t. You cannot deny who you are and be what you want to be. Those two things cannot coexist. You want to call me a monster? Fine. But you know that’s what I am. I don’t pretend to be something else. But you? Which Juni is it today? The leader of men? The comic relief? The brutal dictator? The doting brother? Too many masks Juni, too many masks. Be who you are meant to be, burn the OOWF down, and make it what you always wanted it to be

Eco: And you just assume you would be part of what I wanted the OOWF to be

MHJ: <laughing> you wouldn’t have called me if you didn’t

<Moose laughs and he and Chloe walk out of the room. Was it a dream?>

[BookerShark]

(It's early morning, and Chad is out for his run with Firewoman, and Bridgette is meeting with advertising representatives from Aquafina. Zane is alone in the Texpress suites going over footage of the Murphys with a clipboard when there's a knock at the door. Zane opens the door to find a blonde deliveryperson in a cute brown shirt and shorts and way too much makeup.)

Blonde: [/i] Delivery for Zane Myers from Stupid Mark Video.

Zane: [/i] Delivery?

Blonde: [/i]Says here it's the box set of the best of xGw and LBCW. Amazing Jos, Christian Carter, Jeremy Punswick, Jason Allen, Wiggy...

Zane: [/i]Funny, don't remember ordering that, but makes sense.

Blonde: [/i](Handing Zane a clipboard) Sign here.

(Zane juggles the clipboards and signs his name, and the blonde takes both clipboards and hands Zane the package.)

Blonde: [/i]Here you go...oh, Hi Chad!

(Zane turns to see if his partner is behind him, and the blonde pulls a wooden mallet out of her bag and clocks Zane with it. She starts wailing away on Zane and the blonde wig falls off to reveal...Chloe in way too much makeup. She muscles up the limp form of Zane and drops him with the Corkscrew! She kisses him on the cheek, leaving a lipstick imprint, then covers him and the referee appears out of nowhere....1, 2, 3!)

WINNER – and NEW DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion – CHLOE!

(Chloe stands up and the referee hands her the championship belt. She hugs it like it was a long lost friend. She starts to take off, but stops and puts the mallet on Zane's chest.)

Chloe: [/i]Sorry about that, Zane, but you and your partner did say to bring our hammers! HA!

(Chloe turns and skips off, talking to the belt as she skips.)

Chloe: [/i] Clio was such an idiot just laying you down in the middle of the ring. Jack's gonna be so happy I got you back. Uh, oh. First title defense ahead.

(Chloe approaches Bishop Blaize and BLASTS him with the belt! She lays the belt on the floor, picks up Bishop and hits the Corkscrew on top of the belt! Chloe covers, the referee appears for the 1, 2, 3!)

WINNER – and STILL DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion – CHLOE!

Chloe: [/i] (Standing up and clapping her hands, grabbing the belt and hugging it) Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Let's go tell Jack.

(Chloe skips off to the Saints of Sinner dressing room. As she gets there she hollers out in a Philly accent...)

Chloe: [/i]Yo, Jack, I did it! I did it!

(Chloe disappears into the dressing room as we...)

FADE

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*The Murphys are sitting in the Destroyitarium, watching footage of last week's Mayhem*

Dee: I can't believe you tried to powerbomb Mai.

DK: I admit, it was a rookie mistake. Kind of like you forgetting about Punswick.

Dee: Don't care. Got in some good shots on Folz; not enough, but a step in the right direction.

DK: Anyways, let's go back to watching Texpress.

Dee: We've watched hours of them already. Lets check out the sightseeing potential of Aquaforte.

DK: I guess we could.

*They walk outside the Destroyitarium, look to the left, look to the right, and walk back inside*

Dee: I guess we could watch a little more

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<OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack and Christian Carter are standing in front of the OOWF banner>

MHJ: Through the years, there have been epic feuds between families, Hatfields and McCoys, Capulets and Montagues, Tudors and Yorks…..but one feud that is right up there with them all is Quinns and Darlings. The amount of blood, sweat, tears and broken bones caused on one another is enough to fill a medical journal and horrify doctors across the world……and this week, we have one more go-round. There is nothing I can say about Alex now that hasn’t been said before, I hate him. I have always hated him, and I always will hate him. If I get the chance to take him out in this match, I will do it without thinking twice. Fire on the other hand…….I am done arguing the why’s you made your choice, and because of that choice…..the consequences of that decision…..that means you and I are going to occasionally be across the ring from one another. Next week you get a rematch for my title, but this week, you are Alex’s partner, therefore, you are the enemy. My partner this week, Mr. Carter gets his first taste of the Quinn-Darling feud. This man is the future of the OOWF, his baptism in blood comes now.

CC: In a different time, in a different place, Alexander Darling and I could have been business partners, or hell, even tag team partners. But a funny thing happened…..when I came to the OOWF I did my homework. I watched tape, I scouted. I had heard about the mighty Alexander Darling, I had heard the rumors, I had seen the matches in Japan, Blood Pond, against this man here. I came to the OOWF looking for that man…….and I am still looking. The Alexander Darling I see before me could never be my business partner, hell I wouldn’t hire you for the mail room, and you DAMN sure couldn’t be my tag team partner. I don’t tag with scrubs. Alex, your time has passed. My time is now. I am the future of the OOWF. If I have to put you down to get what I want…..I won’t hesitate

<Carter takes off his shades and looks at the camera>

CC: And Fire…..the same goes for you. Being Jack’s sister, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you get in my way, and I will burn you down too. We’ll just see how much you like to play with fire. You see, it’s real simple. When I got here, Jack and the Saints were the only ones to accept me. Everyone else just saw us as “those LBCW guys” and wanted nothing to do with us. The Saints of Sinners say the potential and they welcomed us with open arms. I am a business man, knowing your friends is as important as knowing your enemies, and if Jack trusts me to go to war by his side, then I know there is no one that can stand before us.

MHJ: the saga continues, this week, Alex, Fire, decisions have consequences. You have decided to step into the ring with us, what happens after that, is all on you. Trust me

<Moose laughs and he and Carter walk out of camera. Chloe walks up to Moose, her eyes wild, and holds up the DDT title. Moose smiles>

MHJ: You did it

Chloe: I did it for you. This is Jack’s title.

MHJ: Now it is your title. Everyone is going to come after you. You have to be aware all the time. Don’t let them take it from you…….from us. Make me proud Chloe

<Moose walks off, Chloe watches him go, then looks at the DDT title and laughs maniacally and heads off>

[BookerShark]

Mai is being interviewed by an Intrepid Wrestling Journalist.

IWJ: Mai Muyo, have you seen Moose's words and actions this week?

Mai: I'm glad he's talking. It's been a slow week.

Kayfabe sticks her head out from behind a door and squints at Mai.]

Mai: ..would it be in kayfabe to say "It looks like the champions have to carry the whole company around here?"

Kayfabe thinks for a second, and then registers one thumb up and one thumb down.

Mai: It would be if I was a heel. Got it. All right, Intrepid Wrestling Journalist, you want my thoughts on Jack? Promo time!

The OOWF banner drops.

Mai: Last week, your Intercontinental Champion had the pleasure of facing off against a man I respect immensely, the former champion DK Murphy.

IWJ: The win was close, as it was against Jeremy Punswick.

Mai: Close, clean, and clear. The best kind of match you can put on for the fans, in my opinion. If the Guerrero match didn't remind you, Mayweather doesn't win every match by knockout, but it doesn't stop him from being a top draw.

IWJ: This week, it appears you're getting the main event match. What's your reaction?

Mai: Ecstatic. Obviously, the card is subject to change, but if it goes through, this will certainly be my first Mayhem main event as a champion. And you have to understand, that is precisely why this championship (Mai raises her belt) means so much to me. I can ask for attention all I want, but this championship demands it. That's why Moosehead Jack, a man who has gone back and forth on his interest in championships, is enjoying his reign so much. He loves attention--from his followers, from his enemies, from the fans he pretends to despise. So while Moose and I may not be fighting in the ring every week, we are fighting every week for attention, and for the impressionable souls of the children in the crowd.

IWJ: This week, you face Matt Folz, a man with whom you have a complicated history, but also a man who has put Moosehead Jack in his crosshairs.

Mai: Two understatements. Matt was a good friend to me when I was having a rough time after my brother was seriously injured. Since then, he has not shown the same interest in being a friend to me, but frankly, I think far more of a man who stands by you when the chips are down and keeps his distance when things are going well than the reverse. As for the World Championship picture, it's pretty clear that our friend LJ is basically in thrall to our World Champion Moosehead Jack. Knowing that Folz wants nothing more than the World Championship, they've placed him in a no-win situation. If he loses to me, he can't even beat the Intercontinental Champion and doesn't deserve a World Championship shot. If he defeats me, he's then sent around to defend the Intercontinental Championship and taken out of the World Championship picture altogether.

It's a puzzle, to be sure. Or rather, maybe it would be for another wrestler. Because I may not trust Matt Folz completely, but I do trust him to do one thing--and that is to give 100% every time he steps through that ring, no matter what the implications. So you want my prediction for the main event?

I predict we tear the house down.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*DK Murphy has stepped behind the bar to fill a pitcher of Smithwick's, while Dee continues to sit at a booth watching Texpress matches. DVD slides into a stool across the bar.*

DK: What's up, Vic?

DVD: I'm a little concerned.

DK: Either one of us can handle a pitcher this size by ourselves, plus a flask of great-uncle Kieran's poteen. No worries, bro!

DVD: No, I mean, I watched the Pat Summit incident again.

DK: Like I told you, UConn was playing The Vols in Tennessee, the fans rushed the court, her teammates were getting hurt, Dee grabbed a chair, and Pat Summit just happened to get in the way. The NCAA investigated, ESPN was all over it, it was all an accident.

DVD: I know. But I also knew your father, and I know the look in his eyes when Jack of the Hinterlands took over.

DK: No disrespect, but so did every fan of the OOWF back in the day.

DVD: True, but I thought I saw that look in your sister's eyes when she picked up that chair.

DK (shrugs): Blood is thicker than water, dude. The old man wasn't around a lot when we were growing up, and Dee argued with him a lot, but when she worked the door at our grandfather's pub, she got that way a few times.

DVD: How about you?

DK: Me? Not often.

DVD: You know, Drink & Destroy has a mixed history with Texpress, but I would hate to have a problem with those guys, given what else is going on.

DK: No worries, Vic, we get it.

[BookerShark]

Chris Evans is sitting at a table in catering...alone...because really, who wants to be around this guy. Suddenly a wild Justin Sane appears and sits down across from him. Evans sneers and let's out a frustrated sigh.

Evans: Go away loser. I'm not giving you five bucks.

Justin: I don't always ask for five dollars. (pause) Can I borrow five dollars.

Evans: I just said no.

Justin: Oh..Captain Excellent would have given me five dollars.

Evans: (smirking) Trust me, he wouldn't.

Justin: Sure he would.

Evans: No he wouldn't, believe me, I would know.

Justin: (looking confused) Why would you know, I've never even seen you two together.

Evans: That's because I am him.

Justin: You can't be him.

Evans: Why not.

Justin: Because he had a lot of friends, and you don't have any.

Evans: I don't need friends, I'm good enough on my own. Besides what friends does a loser like you have.

As if on cue, Awesome Bill walks in followed by Ellie, Drunky, Drunkette, Chuckles, Opus, Shotglass, Humphrey, Carl From Fresno, Bunny, and is that PHIL? Bill stops at the table and takes a big swig of PCPL.

ABFD: We have to move the training party back to the arena, we ain't allowed at the TGIFridays no more.

Justin: Are we banned from there.

Ellie: We are Banned From Everywhere

Justin: Isn't that my line? (pause) I'll meet you guys in a minute.

The group wanders off, and Justin turns back to Evans who looks like he wants to be anywhere but there.

Justin: Well, I have to go, see you in the ring Wednesday.

Evans: Whatever.

Justin turns to leave, when he stops and turns with wide eyes. Evans realises a second too late that something bad is about to happen. Justin leaps towards Evans with a scream of DOUGHAWK! The lights go out and we hear a jackhammer breaking concrete, Eddie Murphy laughing, Deliverance being played on a violin, and a llama braying. When the lights come back up, Evans is sitting in the exact same spot, but the table in front of him is smashed, and an SFJ has Justin in a full nelson, and Justin is now wearing a corset and kilt for some reason.

Evans: (letting out a deep sigh) Some days I really hate this place.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*DEA Trophy Room*

A single red light bulb illuminates a trophy case with multiple belts. We see 3 OOWF Tag Team titles, a Shimmer World Title, a Shimmer Tag Team Title, and a couple of IWA-MS belts. A figure pulls up a chair and sits in front of the display case and we can only see from behind.

Lexie: Every belt I've ever won right here. Some of them really do mean a lot to me consider who I defeated to win them and in the cases of the tag team belts who I won them with. Davin Moreland, DH Magnusson, Firewoman, and my brother Alexander. Some of the most important people ever in my life. I cherish these belts. I worked my ass off for every single one of them.

Alexis hits a button and the light turns off and the trophy case is enveloped by darkness.

But they aren't the belt I want right now. I was going to make a statement to go out on my own and go after a belt here in the OOWF. Maybe go after Tommy Wilder and show how great a pure wrestler I am. Maybe go after Mai Muyo and show that both Darlings are better than both Muyos and take the IC belt from her. Or maybe I could be the one to go after the mad king and finally end his reign of terror.

Alexis stands from the chair and walks around the room as we see a silhouette of her. She reaches down and picks something up before flicking on another light and we see her carrying a rope with a noose tied to the end.

But someone had to come back and try to make their name at my expense. To sit at the right hand of the mad king and be his guardian. So Chloe, you come back and try to hang me. You think by going after a Darling that Jack will accept you. That it will make you his. And the truth is I don't care what you want. But I know that you think having the DDT makes you worthy of him. So it's very simple...Territorial Beatings. And for all the issues I may have with one of my partners this week, he is a master of sadism and it's time you learn what I am truly capable of Miss Neal. Chloe vs. Alexis Darling. DDT Title. Black Cat Match.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Jos is in his hotel room, talking it up on his celly*

Jos: Mom! Tell Branden I won the match for his birthday!

*Mumble Mumble

Jos: Next week! I get another shot at Tommy Wilder, I can't wait!

*Mumble Mumble

Jos: Haven't cut a promo, but he knows the song and dance. I'm gonna go out there to kick his ass, it's his job to find a way to escape with that title.

*Mumbleey

Jos: This time is different, Ma. I'm alot wiser and a lot more pumped! The dude always brings the goods, so hopefully we can go out there and steal the show. Win, Lose or Draw I want Mr. Bennett to know i'm the hottest commodity he has on that roster!

*Mumble Mumble

Jos: Talk to you later Ma! Gonna go visit Eco, totally hired a clown to cheer him up!

*Jos hangs up the phone, grabs his aviator jacket with the "#FalconKick" logo and heads out the door*

[BookerShark]

(The backdrop is a black background with the St Edward the Martyr symbol in a glowing red as we see Chloe seated in a comfortable chair. She has her barbed wire wrapped branding iron on her lap and she hugs her DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Championship and rocks it like it were a baby. She looks up and softly, lovingly, addresses the camera.)

Isn't she beautiful? That bitch Clio abandoned her in the middle of the ring. Just walked away. Don't worry, baby. Mama Chloe isn't gonna let anything happen to you for a long long time. Just like that nasty Bishop Blaize. He was gonna try to take you away. That's not happening for a long long time.

(Chloe's tone turns matter of fact as she lays the title in her lap and picks up a file from a table next to the chair and begins sharpening the barbs on her branding iron.)

Dark Goddess, you still don't get it, do you? You still look at me and see the frail young girl Clio. The one who took your Tag Team Championship from you and your wayward brother. You think I came back to make my name off of a Darling? If I wanted to do that, I could have just kicked your brother's ass. No, I wanted to dance with YOU specifically Lexie. For starters, despite all your championships, your accolades, it seems that no one takes you seriously. And that's a fucking disgrace, you know? Hell, YOU were the brains behind DEA, YOU made it happen, and how much credit did you get? Your brother, your future sister in law, hell, even the old GOAT, treated you like you were five day old shit. Now, I know you don't believe me, Lexie, but the Saints would never treat you like that. You deserve better. You deserve to be respected like the athlete that you are. That's never gonna happen with that bunch you're hanging with.

(Chloe sets down the file and opens a bottle and begins brushing what looks like a white powder over the just sharpened barbs. Her tone turns dark and seductive.)

You wanna take my baby from me, Lexie? Strip her from my arms like a common thief in the night? Let's dance, Dark Goddess, in one of the darkest matches in OOWF History, then. Four years ago at Territorial Beatings IV, your master Poe took on Tytan in the first Black Cat Match. The first of us who can hang the other for a five count after making them bleed wins. You've got more guts than sense, Goddess. But then, you're a Darling. And you know that a Darling can't end a Neal. Many have tried, few have succeeded.

(Chloe takes her title in one hand, her branding iron in the other, and stands defiantly, anger and hatred blazing in her eyes.)

Which brings us to tomorrow night, Midweek Mayhem, in this sewer of Aquaforte. Three wayward, misbegotten unfortunates come after the Saints of Sinners. Dark Goddess, Poe, Reverend McLamb, Chloe the Martyr is prepared to stand beside the Tag Team Champions in battle against you three. The Saints will bring Chaos out of Order, At stake for one of you is a Tag Team Championship contest. Chloe pledges that, win or lose, none of you will ever...ever...EEEEEEEEVVVEEEERRR...be the same again.

(Chloe kisses the DDT Belt, kisses her Branding Iron, and looks at INCy with a look of pure pleasure.)

Trust me.

(Chloe starts giggling, and the giggling turns to laughter, then the insane off the wall laughing we are becoming accustomed to, as we...)

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chloe is laughing her way down a dark corridor backstage. She turns a corner, and sees in the shadows ahead a large man blocking her path. She takes a step forward and stops, peering into the darkness trying to see who is there. ~~~

Chloe: Who is there?

~~~ Not getting a response, she turns to look behind her, and sees another man step in, blocking her path. Suddenly, the lights come on, revealing Zane Myers by the switch at the end of the hall, and Chad Madison blocking her path out. They begin taking slow steps towards her ~~~

Chloe: Oh, So THIS is how it's going to be? Attacking me two on one? Zane, You come for MY belt? Chad, you come for payback? Well I AM a martyr, but I will take you down with me.

~~~ Chad and Zane continue to walk silently towards her, stopping with Chloe only 3 feet from either of them. She clutches the DD Title to her chest with one arm and raises her favorite weapon with the other.~~~

Chloe: COME ON THEN! LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH!

~~~ She lunges at Zane with the barbed wire branding iron, swinging it wildly. He ducks and the metal scrapes paint off the wall. She turns around to face Chad... a second too late. Chad's Sweet Chin Music catches her full in the face and Chloe crumbles to the floor. Zane kicks her weapon away and squats down beside her. ~~~

Zane: You are no martyr. Martyrs don't make that claim. They don't follow one man blindly. They stand on principle in the face of evil, not embrace it. You are a damaged little girl. And I pity you.

Chad: You don't intimidate, you don't scare, and you don't strike fear in anyone, Glory. The DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Championship? Keep it. It isn't anything Zane or I will lose sleep over.

~~~ Chloe begins rubbing her jaw and writhing around. ~~~

Zane: You see, your anger made this easy to set up. Approach you, don't say a word, and your impatience would force you to go on the offensive. You want to be like Moose? He's calculating and precise, not wild and predictable.

~~~ Chloe gets up on one knee. She looks up with hate in her eyes, but appears to realize 2 on 1, no weapon, her odds aren't good. ~~~

Zane: We're going to walk away. You're going to get to your feet, run after your little toy. You might reach it by the time we're at the end of the hall. You can come after us, and we'll take you out 2 on 1 if we have to.

Chad: And if you're lucky, Moose or some of the other Sinners will join in. But do you think we did this without knowing that possibility? You think there might be a Danny Taylor, a Tommy Wilder, an Amazing Jos, a Firewoman, or even and Alexis Darling around that corner? For the first time in your life little Clio, do the smart thing. Pick up your Championship. Walk away. Keep our name off your filthy lips. And deliver a message.

Zane: Moose, Stank, LD, and friends want to burn this place to the ground? We'll put out every fire that they light up. Trust Me.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Bridgette is inside the Texpress Bunk House (trying that out for now) on her laptop as Chad & Zane walk back in ~~~

Bridgette: You boys have fun storming the castle?

Zane: Very Funny. You find those clips of Los Jobberos?

Bridgette: It took some doing, but yes. There's not much else out there on her. You two will just have to be ready for anything.

Zane: We always are.

Chad: Anything that can happen, will.

Zane: This is the OOWF.

~~~ Bridgette giggles ~~~

Chad: No, I mean Anything That Can Happen, Will.

Zane:.. I.. HEARD you the first time.

~~~ Bridgette Giggles again ~~~

Chad: We're facing the Murphy's..... Murphy's Law...... Oh forget it.

~~~ Zane rolls his eyes ~~~

Bridgette: (giggling) Come on you two, we're supposed to be in the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Facility in 20 minutes. We need to get going.

~~~ They all grab an Aquafina, and.. CUT! ~~~

[BookerShark]

*After her ordeal with Texpress, Chloe is walking down the hall of random encounters clutching her DDT Title to her chest and talking quietly to herself with a wild look in her eyes. The crowd can be heard through the walls as they respond to a house show match taking place in the arena. She's not really paying much attention to it, or her surroundings. Eventually, a shadow falls over her, a large man standing directly in her path. She looks up and sees Stank, as LD Williams turns and walks down the hallway.*

Stank - Follow us.

Chloe - Yes Mr. Mann.

*Stank turns and Chloe follows Stank and LD Williams down the hall.*

Chloe - Sir?

Stank - Yes, Chloe.

Chloe - May I ask where we are going? I hope there will be blood.

*A grin creeps at the corners of Stank's lips.*

Stank - We are going to the ring to address the unwashed masses. Any unfortunate soul found in that ring before we get there... then yes child... there may indeed be blood.

(To Be Continued)

Fade to commercial break.

[BookerShark]

OOC: This takes place before Spot’s promo – I liked it too much to scrap it.


IC:

**L.D> Williams is sitting at a table at Ric’s, pouring over a notebook . Stank joins him and slides a cup of coffee across the table.**

S: “Do I want to know what you’re doing?”

LDW: “We’re allies with Moose, right?”

S: “Last I checked.”

LDW: “And Moose is allies with Bennett.”

S: “Unfortunately.”

LDW: “So naturally we get preferential treatment.”

S: “Naturally.”

LDW: “And our rivals, like say the Texpress, get mistreated.”

S: “That’s the theory.”

LDW: “So last week we defended against Banned from Everywhere because they beat both Salvation and Texpress.”

S: “True.”

LDW: “And Bennett use the fact that the Texpress lost to Banned from Everywhere to screw them out of getting a title shot.”

S: “I’m sure that’s how they see it.”

LDW: “Now this week we’re in a six-person tag match.”

S: “We are.”

LDW: “Teaming with a young lady who is very talented, extremely dangerous, and as stable as a two legged stool.”

S: “Harsh, but accurate.”

LDW: “We’re facing three people who really don’t like us, and if any of them beat either of us they can pick anyone they like as a partner for a guaranteed title shot.”

S: “That’s about the size of it.”

LDW: “…”

S: “…”

LDW: “Does preferential have an American meaning that I’m not aware of?”

**Stank’s eyes narrow and Williams turns to look where he’s looking, catching the end of Texpress’ promo. Both men immediately stand.**

S: “We have work to do.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

It is late in the DEA Luxury Suites. Suddenly there's bloodcurdling screams from one of the bedrooms. Firewoman BURST out of her room and pounds on Alexis's door. Alexis opens it and Fire grabs her by the shoulders, wild-eyed, and is rambling loudly but incoherently.

LD: Fire....FIRE!!!!

FW: *incoherent maniacal rambling*

Alexander comes in bleary eyed.

LD: Fire! Alex, I can't understand a word she's saying...

AD: That's because she's still asleep.

LD: Her eyes are open!

AD: I know....

FW: *incoherent* BLOOD *maniacal* ROOKIE *rambling*

AD: Fire...LUCKY!!

Lucky, hearing the commotion, has come out of his room.

L: Fire...let go of Lexie....Fire....

Lucky repeats it a few times, and gradually Fire stops ranting and calms down and then lets go of Lexie's shoulders. Alexis rubs the feeling back into them.

LD: Damn....

L: Good...now let's go sit on the couch okay?

Lucky gently touches her elbow and guides her to the couch. Alex and Alexis look on in amazement.

LD: I'd love to know how he does that.

AD: I don't care. Just so it works.

Fire sits down on the couch and Lucky crouches in front of her.

L: Okay, Fire...I'm going to count backwards from three, and then you will wake up. You're in a safe place, and you'll remember everything, okay? Three......two........one.

Firewoman blinks a few times, and then looks around at everyone.

FW: Hey...um....everyone....uh oh....concerned face. What I'm doing out here?

L: Nightmare. I'm going back to bed, my work here is done.

AD: 'Night, Lucky...thanks.

LD: It was a nightmare, Fire...you were trying to warn me of ... something involving a rookie and blood.

FW: Rookie?.....oh....yeah, that new wrestler...Chloe? You have a match with her.

LD: I do....and she's not a roo--

FW: She's dangerous, Lexie...In my dream.....she.....you were covered with blood.....

LD: Couldn't it have been her blood?

Fire gives her a look to indicate indeed that was NOT the case. Furthermore, Alex and Lexie are both disturbed to see something in Fire's eyes they may have only seen a few times before....fear.

FW: You need to get out of that match, Lexie.

LD: Don't be absurd...I would nev--

AD: Okay...how about Lexie will think about it, and we can go back to bed.

He gives Alexis a look.

FW: Lexie, my dreams are never wrong....

LD: Oh...okay, Fire...I'll...I'll think about it. You just get some sleep.

Fire gets up and goes back to her bedroom.

LD: That's.....weird....she looked like she was genuinely afraid.

AD: I know...I don't know what that means, but she does usually have pretty accurate dreams about those things.

LD: Well, I'm not backing down.

AD: I know. And she knows too. Just watch yourself.

Lexie nods. Alex gives her a peck on the cheek, and follows Fire into their bedroom. Lexie sits down on the couch for a bit.

[BookerShark]

*We're back from commercial just as Kiwi Joe has put a stop to Salty Dawg's premature celebratory dance with a MISSILE DROP KICK from the top turnbuckle! Kiwi Joe draws his thumb across his neck, signaling the crowd that he is about to end this when Taproot's Path Less Taken blasts through the loudspeakers! Stank and LD's new theme under the Saints of Sinners banner heralds the arrival of the OOWF Tag Team Champions. The DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion follows close behind them, as Kiwi Joe watches them approach with concern in his eyes. He drops and elbow on Salty Dawg and pins him without taking his eyes off the Saints of Sinners as they walk down the ramp. 1.. 2.. THREE!

Your Winner in 11:02 Kiwi Jo-

The announcer's words are cut off as LD slides under the bottom rope and ATTACKS Kiwi Joe with CANADIAN VIOLENCE! The crowd boos as Stank laughs and Chloe watches with joy standing by Stank's side outside the ring. Kiwi begins to fight back! He stuns LD with a kick to the gut. He runs the ropes, but Stank trips him up before the rebound and he stumbles right into a CANADIAN DESTROYER! The crowd boos the shit out of this! Stank looks down at Chloe and pats her on her back. She looks up and Stank nods. A wicked smile mars her face and she slides in under the bottom rope. She pulls a stirring Salty Dawg to his feet. She holds each side of Dawg's face then kisses him full on the lips before kneeing him in the gut, muscling him up and DROPPING him with a CHLOE CORKSCREW! Stank applauds the effort while walking up the steel stairs and stepping through the ropes. He picks up Kiwi Joe by his hair, sets him on his shoulders, carries him over, and DROPS him on top of Salty Dawg's lifeless form with a STANK-U!

The crowd shits all over this, but The Saints could care less. Stank rises to his feet and shoves the victims with his boot, under the bottom rope, and out of the ring. LD retrieves a microphone then joins Stank and Chloe in the middle of the ring. They absorb the boos for a minute before LD Speaks.*

LDW - Ahhhh it's a good day to be a Saint.

Crowd - BOOOOOOOOO!

LDW - Oh.. You disagree? What.. you didn't like what we just did to those two losers wretching outside our ring? Look I'll admit that was rude.

[Stank gives LD a puzzled look.]

LDW - No. No. Stank we should have at least congratulated Kiwi Joe on a hard fought victory. Should we do that now? I mean better late than never, right?

[Stank shrugs his shoulders as LD slides out the ring, mic in hand. He approaches then bends over Kiwi Joe's corpse.]

LDW - Congratulations my man on a hard fought match. That was impressive... hey.. HEY!... are you listening to me?

[LD straightens to his full height and smiles mockingly at the crowd.]

LDW - Talk about rude, eh?

[LD slaps Kiwi's face.]

LDW - Wake up... hey... I'm talking to y- ... here!... .. Let me help you up.

[LD Williams places the mic on the ring apron and pulls a groggy Kiwi Joe to his feet, while Chloe and Stank look on with interest. LD holds Kiwi steady then grabs the mic.]

LDW - Congratulations Kiwi.

[LD shakes Kiwi's hand.]

LDW - Congratulations on a hard fought match. Salty Dawg there didn't stand a chance.

*Kiwi Joe can barely stand on his feet. He sways groggily not knowing exactly where he is at. LD slaps him lightly on his cheek.*

LDW - Hey! You with me? I just wanted to let you know, you're pretty good in that ring. Got some nice moves... but uh guess what?... It's still OUR world!

*A CANADIAN DESTROYER! lays Kiwi Joe out on the concrete floor! A nasty gash on top of Kiwi Joe's head starts to flow sickeningly with blood. Chloe takes some interest in this as she exits the ring and drops down next to Joe mocking him while the crowd boos loudly! LD Laughs and picks up the mic. He slides back in under the bottom rope and joins Stank in the center of the ring. He hands Stank the mic and the two of them absorb more boos as Chloe slides back inside the ring and joins her companions before Stank speaks.*

Stank - Listen. You know... you act surprised. You all SIT there and act like you keep waiting for us to do the right thing. You don't get it... we are The Saints of Sinners... we are not good people. Never claimed to be. You all know LD Williams. You know me. When have I ever claimed to be a GOOD person? I am the same badass motherfucker I was at DAY ONE. You all... and the white hats in the back, want to hold us to some moral standard... worse... to YOUR moral standard... we are beyond that. The Saints of Sinners are beyond that. White Hat, Black Hat... who gives a shit? You? As if your opinion matters.

You see this ring? This ring isn't ruled by moral codes... it's ruled by dominance... and you're looking at THE top two MOST dominate the OOWF has EVER had in it's near ten year history. We don't wear white hats or black... we wear crowns. We win championships. We take power. We rule in SPITE of what you idiots perceive to be... morals, or the lack thereof. Keep your skewed morals. Believe the lies of the white hats. I mean you all are going to believe whatever you want right, as long as it fits within your myopic view. Whether it's LD and I being Moose's lackeys, or that we are getting special treatment from the GM. You're going to believe whatever you want in SPITE of the facts.

I mean honestly. Do you think it would have mattered if we had simply come out here and allowed Joe and Dawg to walk away to the back completely unscathed? You STILL would have booed us out the building and why? Because of these T-Shirts?

[Stank pulls at his black, Saints of Sinners T-Shirt with blood red, SoS, logo-ing. LD follows suit as he paces around the ring. A vocal male minority of the crowd begin to chant "Saint's of Sinners!" *Clap Clap ClapClapClap*]

Stank - Listen to that shit. I see a bunch of you out there wearing our T-Shirts. I hear you cheering our actions sometimes. What are y- WHY are you cheering? Who the FUCK asked you to chant our name? Who are you? Sheep? Get the hell out of here with that shit.

*The vocal minority continue to chant anyway and are soon drowned out by BOOS!*

Stank - Listen! We the people standing in this ring are The Saints of Sinners!

Crowd - BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Stank -

LDW -

Chloe -

*Stank stares out at the crowd, defiant, as they continue to boo loudly. He then carries the mic with him as he exits the ring and walks up to the barricade, staring into the eyes of a small group of people who cheer his presence while the crowd boos all around them. The small group, wearing the black Saints of Sinners T-Shirts, applaud and a few reach out to touch Stank on his arm. They pat the big man on his shoulders, as he stares at them in apathy. Last time Stank was this close to the crowd during a promo, it didn't end well for one of them, so officials in the back are getting nervous, but Stank doesn't move. He doesn't do anything but stare at them as they chant "Saint of Sinners" and the crowd around them boos loudly! Stank raises the mic to his lips.*

Stank - SHHHHHHHHHHH! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

*Eventually a hush falls over the crowd as Stank continues glaring at the small group of Saints of Sinners fans in front of him.*

Stank - We are... The Saints of Sinners... and the OOWF will burn to its foundation... You wanna wear our T-Shirts? You wanna be a Saint?... Then don't be like the white hats... *Crowd boos* ... Don't be a black hat either... just do... real right thing... be a Saint.

*A particularly obnoxious fan is booing the man standing next to him wearing a Saints of Sinners T-Shirt. The SoS fan tells the guy to back off. The guy doesn't really appreciate what the SoS fan thinks about how he chooses to be a fan and responds by throwing his half full, beer cup, on the SoS fan's T-Shirt. Stank locks eyes with the SoS fan and says calmly and matter-of-factly.*

Stank - Be a Saint of Sinners.

*The SoS fan turns and PUNCHES the beer thrower right in his face! The Beer thrower's friend doesn't like that, and responds by PUNCHING the SoS fan in the gut! Soon a brawl ensues between the SoS fans and the crowd around them.... but not only among the small group Stank was addressing... but THROUGHOUT THE ARENA! Small pockets of SoS fans, most of them wearing SoS Tees, are getting into fights with the fans around them! Chaos rolls slowly through the arena, as pockets of violence breakout within the crowd! Stank simply smiles, as he slides in under the bottom rope and stands with his companions in the center of the ring.*

Stank - We are the Saints of Sinners... and the OOWF will burn... don't believe me?.. ... Pay attention.

*The crowd is distracted by what is happening within it. Lines of them head for the exits, but some are getting caught up in the brawling! Security and riot police show up to try and quell the violence, as Chloe stares from the ring, throughout, in sheer awe of what is happening. A couple of fans fall over the barricade as they fight. Stank and LD watch on as Chloe stands between them. She absentmindedly wraps arm around each of theirs as she stares out at the swell of violence that appears to be erupting from all around. Stank hands LD the mic. They don't even care if anyone in the crowd is listening at this point.*

LDW - Nothing that is happening right now compares to what we are going to do with our opponents at Mayhem. You want a shot at the titles we currently hold? You're welcomed to try. We are the Saints.. and this...

[LD spins slowly around, pointing out at the crowd and the violence taking place throughout.]

LDW - ... says it all.

*The Saints exit the ring and make their way through security and riot police. They head up the crowded ramp and are confronted by an angry LJ Bennett. Stank simply shakes his head and waves at Bennett dismissively, as he and the rest of the Saints exit out the back and the camera fades to black.*

[BookerShark]

Wilder walks in to the Texpress Locker Room -

Bridgette - Hey Shug! To what do we owe the pleasure?

TW: Hey yourself, Bridgette! Lookin' fine as always.

B: Flatterer. You ready for Jos this week?

TW: Always. Dude knows how to bring it, that's sure. Showed that last week. But I still got a whole lot left in the tank - if he thinks this is gonna be some easy park roll, he's got a surprise comin'. But hey, I'm here to talk to my boys here -

Chad - What's on your mind, Wilder?

TW: Saw your promo calling out Jack and the Sinners. Dudes, I've been down that stretch. It's a rough run on a bad hill. And that was then. Jack has never had all his wheels on the deck, and Clio..Chloe... whatever she calls herself -

Chad: Is about 7 seconds short of a full ride?

Zane: Two clowns short of a rodeo?

TW: I was going to go with completely psycho.....

Zane: So what's on your mind? You going somewhere with this?

Chad: We're going to stand up to those guys. Can't just let them take over.

TW: I know. Just telling you I've been there. And I got your backs, guys.

Zane: Yeah?

TW: You bet. Hey, who else is going to go whitewater kayaking with me after the show?

Zane: What?

Chad: Hey - good to hear it, Tommy. Glad to have you along for the ride.

TW: Ab-so-freaking-lutely, Cowboy.

Zane: Wait... what about this whitewater kayak stuff?

TW: You're right, man! Kayaks are kid stuff! I'll bring the boards! Maybe The Kai wants in...

Zane: Boards? As in Surfboards?

Fade......

[BookerShark]

(It's early morning as Chloe joins Moosehead Jack, Stank, and LD Williams at Kofi Kingstons Koffee Kingdom with her Double White Chocolate Decaf and her barbed wire branding iron, wearing her DDT Ironperon Heavy Metal Championship belt. She waits to be invited to sit down, and Moose gestures. Chloe just smiles a huge smile as she sips her drink. Finally, Moose breaks the silence.)

Moose: [/i]You haven't stopped smiling since last night.

Chloe: [/i] It was...just...amazing. All that...lovely violence. And Mr Mann and Mr Williams just...made it happen with a few words. Be a Saint of Sinners. What a...what a rush!

(Chloe trembles with excitement, while Stank shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and LD smiles.)

Moose: [/i] The fuse has been lit. It's only a matter of time. We will burn this place to the ground.

Chloe: [/i] (Excitedly) More violence, Jack? More blood?

Moose: [/i]I think you can count on it. (Looks in his cup) Chloe, could you get me some more coffee?

Chloe: [/i]Oh, of course Jack, whatever you want. Mr Mann, Mr Williams, would you like more?

Stank: [/i] I'm good.

LD: [/i] Me, too.

Chloe: [/i] Right back, Jack!

(Chloe skips off to get more coffee, and Stank appears to relax a little.)

Stank: [/i]That gotdamn woman is a whole pile of crazy, ain't she.

Moose: [/i] Yeah, but she's OUR pile of crazy. And she's a weapon. Use her tonight. Let her do as much damage to those three as she can. And if she has to, let her take the pin. I don't want to risk those belts.

(LD and Stank just look at Moose.)

Moose: [/i] You heard her. She'll do anything for the Saints. And last night just reinforced that. Did you see the look on her face when that riot started? She was mesmerized. She was thrilled. She was hooked. She would have waded into that crowd swinging if you had asked. She's in a hundred percent. Anything I ask, you ask, anything the three of us ask of her, she'll do, willingly, gleefully.

LD: [/i] This is a dangerous game you're playing, Moose.

Moose: [/i] Who says I'm playing?

(Chloe shows up with Moose's coffee)

Chloe: [/i] Here you go, Jack.

Moose: [/i] OK, let's talk about tonight. Oh, Chloe, could you get us some privacy?

Chloe: [/i]Privacy?

(Moose points at the camera, and she swings her branding iron in that general direction. The picture turns to static and)

FADES