MidWeek Mayhem (5/15) Live from Prince Edward Isla

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Cornwall, Prince Edward Island
Wednesday, May 15th 2013

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Firewoman

Intercontinental Title Proving Ground[/u]
Mai Muyo (c) vs. Alexis Darling vs. Chloe vs. Daniella Murphy


Stan Fulton vs. Stank
Alexander Darling & Kai vs. LD Williams & Christian Carter
Danny Taylor & Tommy Wilder vs. Amazing Jos & Jason Allen vs. Chris Evans & Ghosthead
Matt Folz vs. DK Murphy
Poe vs. Jeremy Punswick
Texpress vs. Banned from Everywhere


Card subject to something about Prince Edward Island

[BookerShark]

FADE in backstage in Newfoundland. Just about to leave, carrying his bags, is Stan Fulton. Coming up to talk to him is former AWA announcer Marty O’Neil.

MO: “Stan! Can I get a word?”

SF: “Didn’t I ban you from the OOWF, Marty?”

MO: “Maybe. Continuity has never been your strong suit.”

SF: “Whatever. I’ve been distracted for about a week or so. No longer. Let’s get on with it.”

O’Neil turns towards the camera, lifts up a mic with an OOWF flag on it and begins.

MO: “Good evening, wrestling fans. Reporting from Newfoundland, I’m Marty O’Neil for this OOWF Newsbreak. My guest at this time is former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Reverend Stan Fulton.”

SF: “Call me The Crusher again, Marty.”

MO: “Really? Why is that, Crusher?”

SF: “Because it’s time to hang up the Collar for now. Romans 12:19. ‘Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.’ God has tasked me to bring justice to the Saints of Sinners. This I shall do. And no amount of whining by Clio and brooding by our World Champion will change that.”

MO: “Chloe Neal did a number on your partner’s knee. How is he and when will he be back?”

SF: “Miss Clio certainly did aggravate the knee injury that Junichiro suffered a couple weeks ago. However, she did so without seeing the future. A future where she truly is the martyr.”

MO: “I don’t understand. She says she’s a martyr.”

SF: “The term martyr can mean a person who seeks sympathy or attention by feigning or exaggerating pain, deprivation. She probably doesn’t mean it that way, but that’s the way everyone outside of the Saints views her. No one hurt her. She hurt herself. You cannot be a martyr by hurting oneself.

“Her father died. He was a good man. He did some bad things, but he did those for his daughters betterment. I can respect that part of him. He passed onto God doing what was best for himself, his wife and his children. If Clio has anyone to be angry with, it should be herself. She’s the one that dragged poor Edra to the depths of Hell. I only hope Edra was able to climb out.”

MO: “You keep calling her Clio. She calls herself Chloe now.”

SF: “Her birth name I believe is Clio. What she calls herself is irrelevant.”

MO: “Why do you insist on aggravating her?”

SF: “Simple. I want her on edge. I want her nervous. I want her to think about who she’s angered. Let me take you back, Marty. To a little faction who called themselves the New Guard. Now they were a sorry handful of SOBs. They were mean. Evil. They did things for which God had a hard time forgiving.

“Outback Jack was put out of wrestling.”

MO: “A fact that Ms. Murphy still is angry about.”

SF: “She has that right. Davin Moreland was put out of wrestling, to the point where a comeback, after recovering from his injuries, was unable to recover his career.”

MO: “Your point?”

SF: “My point was I was intimately involved in that. Clio. Chloe. Whatever? I have a message.”

Fulton steps right up to the camera.

SF: “Don't try your powers on me. Try looking into that place where you dare not look, you'll find me there staring back at you.”

Fulton walks away.

MO: “We’ll try to catch up to the Crusher Stan Fulton later to speak to him about his upcoming match with Stank of the Saints of Sinners. For now, Stan Fulton is thinking about the person that took out his tag team partner. I think, if she’s wise, she’s regretting that decision.

“I’m Marty O’Neil. Good night, everyone.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem is sitting in his rehab bed, watching Stan Fulton on the television.

Eco: And now Stan's out there seeking vengeance...ah, Stan, I appreciate it, but what good is your vengeance going to do? What are you honestly going to do to Chloe? What are--

Eco suddenly finds himself choking a bit.

Voice: I find your lack of faith...disturbing.

Eco finally coughs, stops choking, and looks up...



Eco: Nope. Nope nope nope.

Vader: If Stan can truly be turned to the Crusher, he could be a powerful ally to me...to us...to you.

Eco: That's nice, imagination. Now, if you could hurry up and explode into some ponies I could ride, maybe I could start enjoying this dream.

Vader: You asked what Stan could do to Chloe. You know precisely what he could do, because he's gone there before. You know the power of the Dark Side.

Eco: Yeah, and how'd that work out for Padme, asshole?

Vader: Does this costume not engage you? Fine.

Darth Vader removes his helmet to reveal the scarred face underneath...though it's not the familiar one from Return of the Jedi. A hat drops from the ceiling.



Eco: Did you really need the hat?

Freddy: Panache. Allow me to modify a monologue.

Our reign of terror was legendary. We were more than the violent anarchists who torment this company today...we were Mephistopheles incarnate. Again and again, the OOWF heroes would come for us, taking justice into their own hands. When we were alive, we might have been a little naughty, but after they killed us, we became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of.

But after our second resurrection...somewhere between the loving talks with your sister and sit down sessions with the quack...you figured out a way to forget about me. To erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a BITCH.

Freddy begins to wipe his face, and all the scarring wipes away as makeup, revealing the face underneath...



Joker: But unlike Freddy, I don't go away when forgotten. Because I'm part of you. And very soon, you'll remember why you loved me...and what I did for you...for so long. Just be patient.

Eco: (flopping back on the bed) Yeah, I'll be patient. I'll be a mental patient.

The Joker smirks as he fades away.

Joker: And I thought my jokes were bad.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead and his wife are heading toward the parking lot when Danny Taylor appears in the corner of Ghosthead's eye. The Death Knell turns his head all the way in Taylor's direction and spies the big man leaning against a wall with his arms crossed staring back at the couple intensely. Ghosthead abruptly changes direction and walks up to Taylor who straightens to his full height with his fists clenched down by his sides in barely contained, anticipation of hostilities.*

Ghost - You have been watching me for some time now Danny Taylor. Why is that?

DDT -

Ghost - Could it be that you are still wrought with rage over the undoing of your former partner... my Nemesis, El Lobo Sangriento?

*Shannon, having loaded her stuff in her husband's car, makes her way over to where Ghosthead is conversing with DDT.*

Ghost - Or is it something else? There is something hiding in the darkness inside of you, Danny Taylor. Why not let it out? I hear it calling for my blood. My own kami stirs in response. It begs for release. It is a wild thing that I thought long tamed... yet there is a disquieting yearning inside that rises to just below the surface. It wants to break through. It wants me to let it devour and silence the call from within your darkness.

*Danny Taylor's eyes narrow in response to Ghosthead's words.*

Ghost - Do you recall the poem I quoted before our match last night? It was written by the American novelist Stephen Crane. You probably think I quoted it in reference to me. You would be wrong. It was about you.

DDT -

Ghost - I know that if you could speak... the words that you would say... they terrify you... even now as they roll through your head... even now as they manifest the desires of the thing that dwells within you... even now... you struggle to shut them out. You struggle to cage that thing, to silence the call from out of your darkness. I say to you.

*Ghosthead smirks as Shannon's eyes widen.*

Ghost - Let it out.

Shannon - No Jared.

*Ghosthead ignores his wife and continues glaring at Taylor.*

Ghost - Speak the words Danny Taylor... if not by voice... then through the only method available to you. Unleash your words. Unleash your fury. Let it out into the light for all to see.

*Danny Taylor trembles with rage.*

Ghost - I ended Lobo's career and I did it gladly. It had little to nothing to do with you, yet you were undeniably affected. You can not tame it. You can not ignore it and now it has painted me as the living embodiment of every horrible thing that has happened to you here... so SPEAK TAYLOR!

DDT - !

Ghost - FIGHT ME!

*And with that, Danny Taylor lands a STRAIGHT RIGHT onto Ghosthead's jaw! Ghosthead stumbles back from the blow, as Shannon scrambles out of the way. Danny Taylor advances quickly and follows with a LEFT CROSS which Ghosthead absorbs... and is that... a SMILE on The Death Knell's face? Taylor is incensed by the smile and wraps both his hands around Ghosthead's throat, looking to choke the life out of him. Shannon walks up behind Taylor and jumps on his back trying to get the big man to release his hold. Ghosthead draws what little breath he can and expels BLACK MIST! But Taylor DUCKS and the blast HITS Shannon FULL ON HER FACE! She screams as she falls off of Taylor's back and hits the asphalt! She rolls around clawing at her eyes as Taylor steps back in horror and Ghosthead crawls over to her side!*

Ghost - Wife! Wife please! Don't rub your eyes!

*Shannon continues to wail in pain as Ghosthead pulls Shannon's hands away from her face. DDT hesitates before approaching clearly distraught. Ghosthead struggles to keep his wife from touching her eyes.*

Ghost - Shannon! Calm yourself!

*DDT lays an apologetic hand on Ghosthead's shoulder. The Death Knell recoils violently, rises up, and SHOVES Taylor back several steps! Ghosthead has a wild look in his eyes! The rage etched on his non-painted face could shatter mountains into rubble.*

Ghost - YOU DID THIS! The Mist was meant for YOU!

*Taylor with a look of total dismay, raises his hands, shaking his head in a gesture pleading complete innocence.*

Ghost - DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GO GET HELP!

Shannon - Ja.. Jared.

*Ghosthead responds to his wife's call as Danny Taylor runs inside to get OOWF medical.*

Ghost - He will pay for this, Shannon.

Shannon - It... burns...

Ghost - I know, my love... I know. Help is on the way.

Shannon - I ca.. can't see.

Ghost - Keep your eyes closed. Let your tears well up then release them slowly.

*Ghosthead turns his head, screaming!*

Ghost - SOMEBODY HELP!

*Right on que, Danny Taylor returns with OOWF Medical staff who arrive with a bottled solution of water to rinse out Shannon's eyes. Ghosthead backs off to allow the staff to work, as they lift her off the ground and assist her inside. Ghosthead follows closely with a passing, rage filled, glance at Taylor who stands aside to allow everyone through. Danny Taylor watches, saddened, as the group disappears down the hallway and the camera fades to black.*

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*The Murphys are sitting in the Destroyitarium, watching the events unfold with Ghost and Danny*

DK: Danny is by far the nicest person I have met here, but he is a complicated guy.

Dee: I can relate to him, but not saying I really know him. That being said, Ghost picked the fight. Basketball people called me an enforcer, which I admit was true, but I never picked a fight that someone else didn't start. But, yeah, I get the sense that Danny is complicated; I know he and Dad were close but still very different guys.

DK: Me, on the other hand, I'm not a complicated guy. I want to put a hurt on Matt Folz and outwrestle him. Not at all complicated. How about you?

Dee: Facing 3 talented women, all with more OOWF experience than I have. On the other hand, I've been on a big stage a lot, I'm 6' 5", I weigh 199 pounds...

DK: and Playboy Buddy Rose weighed 217 pounds!

*Daniella hits him with a punch to the shoulder that would knock most guys off a bar stool, but Dominic grins*

[BookerShark]

The camera lingers in the Destroyatorium, and a very visibly distraught Danny Taylor walks in. His arms hang limply at his side, and he barely focuses on the people in the room. Danielle and DK get up and look to head over to him when Spencer Darling cuts them off and motions for them to wait. Danny takes a seat at the back of the bar and slumps into the booth. Shotglass rushes over and hops into his lap and lets out a little whine Danny starts absentmindedly stroking him. Ashley walks over and places a beer in front of him and gives him a little hug before walking off.

Danielle: I know I'm not the best at this, but shouldn't we be, I don't know, comforting him?

Spencer: No, give him some time, If he needs us he will come to us. Going to him now will just make him feel worse.

DK: Make him feel worse? Why is that.

Spencer: Like you said, he is a complicated man. Most of that complication stems from something we take for granted. Simple things like saying good morning, warning someone of rain, or asking to have the salt passed. We do these things without thinking about it, but for Danny, even those simple things require so much effort. When one of us is happy, or sad, or angry, we can use our words to explain that to each other. Danny does not have that same luxury. He must focus all his emotion to not just express, but explain why he feels how he does. He does not have the words, so he must rely on his emotions. Sometimes those get the better of him.

Danielle: I can relate.

Spencer: All of us can, but there is a difference between relating to it and living it. Let me ask you guys something, what would you think Danny considers his biggest failures here in the OOWF.

Danielle: When he missed out on defeating Fulton for the OOWF world title?

DK: No, when him and Dad lost the last man standing match at HOE.

Spencer: (shakes her head slightly) No. When Danny thinks of his greatest failures, he thinks of Lobo, Jack....Spin. Danny wants to be the best, there is no doubt about that, but he more than anything wants to be there for his friends so much more. He gets called a "white hat" and a "good guy" a lot, but people forget, that good does not always equal "nice".

Danielle: No one is perfect all the time.

Spencer: That is true. Let me tell you a story. Several years ago, I was kidnapped by Moosehead Jack. He wanted to carve me up to send a message to my brother. Who do you think was the first person to show up to bail me out?

DK: Your brother?

Danielle: (giving DK a "really?" look) Danny.

Spencer: Exactly he came after me guns a blazing. He did the same for my brother when I asked him too during the trinity bit. Danny is not a man who is quick to anger, but he does have a frightening rage when he believes those he cares about are in danger. You two were not around for it, but when Eco's goons shot Vic, Danny nearly killed a man. He lives and dies by his emotions, and that can be both a strength, or as what we saw today, a weakness. Ghosthead pushed the right buttons and goaded Danny into a fight I'm not entirely sure he wanted.

Danielle: Well at least it was Ghostheads wife who took the mist and not Danny.

Spencer: (throws a worried look over to Danny) Do not repeat that in front of him.

Danielle: Why not?

Spencer: The one thing Danny always tries not to do is get innocents involved. Even tho her time here was before him, Shannon once called the Destroyatorium home, and Danny respected that. He would not wish this on her at all.

DK: Ghosthead is blaming Danny for this.

Spencer: Not as much as he is blaming himself.

The camera focuses on Danny, who continues to sit with his head hung low, slowly nursing his drink. The camera lingers for a moment, before it

FADES

[BookerShark]

*Delta Prince Edward Hotel*

And of course we're up on the roof as the night sky lights up the harbor below. But being that we're in Prince Edward Island we're only about 100 feet above the ground. Alexander Darling is walking around the ledge of the roof...

Alexander: Normally I'd like to be higher in the air to cut a promo but this is where I am so this is where I shall speak. Christian Carter wants to talk as if he knows who I am, where I come from, and what I can or should be.

It's funny how well he thinks he knows me because he hangs out with a group of people who really don't like me. Yet it seems as if they are keeping information from him. Carter, you want to talk as if there are some great big secrets about my wife that you know. That I am unaware of every feeling she has. That someone may know her better than I do. You're insane if you truly believe that and it is one of the many reasons why we're on opposite sides of these battles.

You can claim you aren't a lackey and maybe you truly believe that but the longer you fight someone else's battles, the more clear it becomes what you are. If you wanted to come at me on your own Carter, we could have done that dance and it would have torn the house down. The similarities that exist would have lit the sky up with explosions. But that's not why you're trying to make your name at the Darling's expense. It's because Jack got his hooks into you and you are nothing now except to do his bidding.

You want to claim it's your time, the future is now, and we live in your world...well, the problem with that is try and step up to someone in your little clique and see whose world it truly is. Carter, you have the reputation and resume to make a claim for a title shot, yet you do nothing but get stuck in tag team matches against those who oppose the Saints. So whose world is it really, is it Christian Carter's or is it the Saints of Sinners and you're just their bitch.

And here's the thing Carter, you keep asking to see what I am capable of. You want to bring out the old Alexander Darling. I know you're not ready for that because here's the truth that you can't even start to face in the darkest depths of your heart, of your mind. If I'm not the old Alex as you claim and I just pinned the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion...just what would the old Alex, the one who has stepped to every single member of your little group and beaten each and every one of them...what exactly do you think you could do to that Alexander Darling? Carter, be happy with the man I am now because this one, you may just have a chance at beating at some point. If you get what you wish for, well, it won't be Carter's world and it won't even be the Saints world. It'll be MY WORLD. Because well, I am Alexander Darling, and you, well you're just a pale imitation.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo is at an anti-bullying rally in Prince Edward Island with Kofi Kingston. There's a seat labeled for Jay Briscoe, but it is conspicuously empty. She is taking Q + A.

Mai: ...So yes, it does get better. In a few years, you will have the freedom to create your own spaces, your own communities. Now may be difficult, but you'll be stronger for it. (Mai looks out.) Yes, you in the back.

A big fourteen-year-old boy stands up, chewing gum and mean-mugging.

Boy: Yeah, I gotta question. You say we shouldn't be meeting violence with violence, how about the other night, when Jeremy Punswick comes down and jumps you, you jumped him back. So you're not doing what you said to do.

Mai: Did you think that was good of me to do?

Boy: Well, yeah! You had to defend yourself.

Mai: So was there a difference between what he was doing and what I was doing?

Boy: Yeah, cause he came out of nowhere, and then you had to fight back.

Mai: Exactly. I wouldn't tell you not to protect yourself from getting hurt.

Boy: But like, if you jumped him during his match next week, I don't think that would be wrong neither, cause like, you gotta show him who's boss?

Mai: Why?

Boy: Wha?

Mai: Why do I have to show him who's boss?

Boy: Cause like, otherwise, he gon' do it again...cause like, he wants to be boss, I guess?

Mai: So, everyone, this is an important point. (Mai steps forward from the podium.) It's important to understand why bullies do the things they do. I'm not saying you have to feel sorry for your bullies, but it never hurts to understand other people's motivations. A lot of bullies do want to feel powerful and strong--and yes, sometimes showing them that they're not as strong as they think can stop them, but fighting isn't the only way to do that.

Now, other times, bullies want to get a reaction out of you. Those bullies don't mind if you punch them back; they've already gotten what they wanted, which was to get you mad. Jeremy Punswick wants me to get mad enough that I jump him back, so that he'll get another title match without having to work for it. The best way I have to teach him that his bullying won't work is to just go about my business and defend myself when necessary. Does that make sense?

Boy: Yeah...I got one more question.

Mai: Sure.

Boy: Why are you defending your title against all chicks on Wednesday?

Mai: Oh, I'm actually changing this title to the Women's Championship.

Firewoman: (from miles and miles away) AHHH!

Mai: I'm kidding!

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Chloe is packing the few remaining items and preparing to join the Saints for their trip to Prince Edward Island. For once she is showing very little emotion. She looks up and sees INCy.)

Reverend McLamb continues to get the majority of his exercise jumping to conclusions, stretching the truth, and running off at the mouth. He thinks that all the answers are in his good book, in his man in the sky....

(Chloe stops and looks at INCy, no rage, just honesty.)

All that time, Stan, you, me, Mai, the Cox family, we were on top of that mountain. None of what we encountered there is in your good book. We touched those who went beyond. We pierced the veil. Now, I don't know who you saw. I know the family saw those they loved. I know who was talking to me. And that should scare you to death, Stan. You know enough about our family and our history to know just what I'm talking about.

(Chloe starts to seeth a little)

I get to take out a little of that family anger on your little mei-mei this week. Mai Little Pony, for whatever reason we face off again an a Fatal Four Way for a shot at your Intercontinental Title. I could care less about title shots. (She gestures at the DDT title around her waist) This is the championship that I care about. This was Jack's. Now it's mine. All I want out of this match, Mai, is to hurt you. Your big boyfriend hurt Clio. I'm going to take that pain she suffered out on you.

(Chloe starts to smirk a little)

Danielle, I remember seeing you in the WNBA, and a little battle between you and Erika de Souza. It was rough. But make no mistake, I'm no ball player, there'll be no ref with a whistle to stop me. You may be taller, but I'm stronger. Let's dance, Danielle.

(And Chloe's mood turns dark and sinister. She looks up with an evil grin and fire in her eyes.)

And that brings me to you, Dark Goddess. In a little over two weeks our war climaxes in a Black Cat Match at Territorial Beatings. This week you go for a different title shot. It's immaterial to me if I get the shot, but I sure as hell don't want you getting it. So go for it, little Lexie. But understand one thing. You may think you're better than me, but you sure as hell can't end me. No Darling will ever be able to end me. Not even you, Dark Goddess.

Wednesday Night, Midweek Mayhem, there will be mayhem. Because when Chloe's in a match, all bets are off. And no doubt someone will get hurt. The only guarantee? It won't be Chloe.

Trust me....

(Chloe finishes her packing and grabs her bag and branding iron and heads out the door as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in on a television set in a studio somewhere in Prince Edwards Island. Behind the news desk is former AWA Announcer Marty O’Neil.

MO: “Good evening, wrestling fans. Welcome to OOWF Newsbreak. I’m Marty O’Neil. Tonight we look at the card for this Wednesday’s upcoming Midweek Mayhem.

“In the main event, OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack defends his title against his sister, and former champion, Firewoman. We here at OOWF Newsbreak requested an interview with both participants, but we haven’t heard back from either.

“Moosehead Jack is the leader of the Saints of Sinners faction and their membership is growing. With the recent additions of Chloe Neal and Christian Carter, the Saints are a group not to be trifled with.

“This week the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, LD Williams and Stank, also members of the Saints of Sinners, are in action in separate matches. LD Williams teams with Carter to face Alexander Darling and The Kai. Stank is in singles action against my guest at this time, The Crusher Stan Fulton.”

O’Neil turns to a nearby monitor which is now showing Fulton’s visage. Fulton appears to be outside somewhere in Prince Edwards Island.

MO: “Stan. Good evening.”

SF: “Marty.”

MO: “Earlier this week we spoke and you mentioned your recent reversion to your Crusher name and why you did. Since that time, your partner has weighed in, so to speak, on your vendetta against the Saints of Sinners. Do you have a response to Junichiro?”

SF: “Juni is resting comfortably in a medical facility. He, however, is under heavy medication due to his heinous injuries. Whatever he may, or may not, have said is to be taken with a grain of salt.

“I will say that I respect Juni greatly and his concern for me and my spiritual well being is touching. Unlike my opponents, there are lines I will not cross anymore. I’ve put my über violent side in my past. Unlike my opponents, I have the skills to defeat them without resorting to that level of violence.”

MO: “Which brings us to your opponent, Stank.”

SF: “Ah yes. Stank. Stank and I have battled both against each other and side-by-side. I know him and he knows me. Back in the days of our mutual assistance, I perceived a code of honor in Lucas Mann.”

Fulton hangs his head, then looks up into the camera with a wilder look on his face.

SF: “But those days are long gone aren’t they, Lucas? Those days of doing what was right and still winning are a distant memory aren’t they? Now it’s the time to take shortcuts and hurt people just for the joy of it. Now you and LD follow Moose’s lead and have put that honorable crap in the dumpster, huh?

“So we do this again, to the delight of your new General Manager, LJ Bennett. You and your buddies have put my tag team partner out of action. Why is that, do you think, Marty?”

MO: “Uh...”

SF: “Let me take a guess as to why. Stank and LD hold the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that they have the abilities and skills to keep them. But they also realized that Eco and I also had the ability to take the titles away from them. So they did what any good tactician would. Divide and conquer.

“But you made a tactical error, Lucas. You and the Saints took out the less passionate of us. You took out the man who’s already a Grand Slam Champion and therefore doesn’t want this as much. You left the man who wants what you have.

“YOU LEFT THE MOST DESPARATE ONE STILL STANDING!!!”

MO: “Stan.”

Fulton appears to calm a bit.

SF: “Sorry, Marty. But there is very little I will not do to take those titles away from Stank and LD. And they’ve frankly given me even more of a reason now. When the monster’s enraged, you don’t hurt those he’s defending and expect the monster to calm down.”

Fulton pulls the camera right up to his face and gets eerily quiet, nearly whispering.

SF: “Lucas. LD. Clio. Jack. You’ve hurt friends of mine. You’ve done it without thought or provocation. You’ll have to pay. And starting Wednesday night, I’m the cashier. But I tell you this. If you lay your hands on Mai outside of regular competition, I will rip your hearts out of your chest and make you watch them beat their last.”

Fulton shoves the camera away and over as static fills the monitor. It fades out and the camera pans over to Marty alone.

MO: “Stan Fulton faces Stank on Midweek Mayhem on Wednesday night. Live on OOWF Television. Check your local listings for times in your area. And remember the next pay-per-view is May 26th live from Rankin Inlet, Nunavut. Territorial Beatings 8! Call your local cable company for availability.

"OOWF Newsbreak will be right back with a look at the rest of this week's card.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ We Cut to the inside of what appears to be a high class Spa. There are candles burning and the only noises heard is the trickling of water over a waterfall structure. The camera is panning around showing the luxurious accommodations, stacks of towels, lounge chairs, etc... We fly over and see there are two mud baths, each with someone in it. As the camera gets closer we see, from the neck up only, the mud-mask covered faces of Bridgette and...... is that Ellie Mae? They lay there silently for some time as an attendant comes in and pours fresh mud in each tub (I guess they'd do that. Seriously, I'm a guy, like I know what goes on in a beauty Spa) ~~~

Bridgette: That's enough Voice Over Guy.

~~~ Sorry ~~~

Ellie Mae: This is kind of fun. I'm glad you invited me.

Bridgette: Anytime Shug, We girls have to take care of ourselves sometimes while our guys are focused on their careers.

Ellie Mae: I admit, I was kind of shocked you asked me this week.

Bridgette: Why? Just because our guys are facing each other doesn't mean you and I can't go out and have a little fun.

Ellie Mae: I can't imagine what Bill would say if he could see me now.

Bridgette: (smiling) This plus the new clothes and make up you got today, I bet he doesn't complain one bit. You're stunning, especially in the skirt.

Ellie Mae: Bill has a thing for that burlap.

Bridgette: Of course Hon, and sometimes we wear things that our men like. But sometimes we wear things that make Us feel good about ourselves. You're only as pretty as you feel. And if they appreciate it, all the better.

~~~ A buzzer goes off ~~~

Bridgette: Times up. let's go shower, change and get to the arena. Oh Voice over Guy, how about we cut away for a little bit.

~~~ And we cut away to the clock on the wall. The hands stat spinning, and we've moved forward a couple of hours. We zoom away from the clock, and now we're inside Ric's Sandwich Shoppe. Justin Sane is sitting alone as Ellie Mae walks in in designer clothes, hair done up, almost unrecognizable.

Ellie Mae: Justin, where's Bill

Justin: I don't know strange woman I've never met.

Ellie Mae: Justin it's me

Justin: I thought I was me? If you're me, than who am I?

Ellie Mae: Justin it's Ellie Mae

Justin I'm Ellie Mae! When did that happen? Does Bill know?

Ellie Mae: Where is he?

Justin: Something about a special delivery of PCPL coming today. he was down to just a dozen cases and panicked.

Ellie Mae: I'm going to put this stuff up. If he shows up, let him know I'm back.

Justin: Ok.. Me ..err.. Justin........ Who are you again?

Ellie Mae: Ellie Mae.

Justin: You don't look like Ellie Mae.

Ellie Mae: Here, I'll prove it. You carry a motorcycle helmet filled with spaghetti in your gym bag.

Justin: Everyone knows that.

Ellie Mae: .... And you have a naked picture of Bea Arthur in your pillowcase.

Justin : It Is you!

Ellie Mae: I told you.

Justin: You look ..... different. you have colored stuff on your face.

Ellie Mae: It's make up.

Justin: No, I'm pretty sure it's real.

Ellie Mae: I'm going. If you see Bill, tell him I'm here.

Justin: I will.

~~~ Ellie Mae and her shopping bags head out. Justin sits there alone for a few more minutes, until out of nowhere Awesome Bill sits beside him. ~~~

Bill: I done gotified myself some new PCPL. Caint believe I let it get down to a one day supply.

Justin: Ellie Mae is here

Bill: She is where?

~~~ Bill looks around ~~~

Bill: I don't see her

Justin: She's here, back from..

Bill: The dead? Is she a ghost?

Justin: I... I don't know. She looked funny.

Bill: I knewed it! I let her go off doing crazy business with that Bridge girl and she dun turned into a ghost!

Justin: When I saw her she had colored stuff on her face. Almost like.... paint.

Bill: Paint! On her her face! Like an Injun?

Justin: She's an Indian? OHMYGOSH!

Bill: That Bridge Girl done turnified my beautiful Ellie Mae into a Ghost Injun! I'll be dad burned! We GOT TO DO SOEMTHING!

Justin: Maybe she needs a witch doctor.

Bill: Justin! That's the best ideer you had today! Who do we know that's a witch doctor?

Justin: ...... Well, witch doctors do crazy things with candles and chickens. I've seen Firewoman carrying a lighter, maybe she'll know

Bill: Firewoman is a Witch Doctor! I never knewed that! Where's her locker room! Let's go find her!

Justin: We can't go there

Bill: Why not? Is we banned from there?

Justin: Pretty sure we are. besides, we are Banned From Everywhere

Bill: Shark Draculas, Ghost Injuns, Does it never stop?

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

*The Destroyitarium has been set up on Prince Edward Isle. Daniella Murphy has been helping Spencer and Ashley set up the bar, but Chloe's promo is re-broadcast on OOWF TV and she stops to watch it. She smiles, grabs a bottle of Tullamore Dew, pours herself a shot, and drinks it*

Dee: Pumping iron in a gym, you might possibly be stronger, but when the adrenaline is pumping, and in particular if I am pissed off, well, Chloe....A ligean ar rince!

*The Kai and Dominic Murphy were sitting at a table near the middle of the bar, talking strategy, when they hear Daniella's outburst. The Kai raises an eyebrow*

DK: Her eyes look normal to me. No worries, dude.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is sitting in the catering area with a deluxe mocha latte. Moosehead Jack comes in and sits down.

MHJ: Hiya Sis.

FW: Moose.

MHJ: Some match we had Wednesday night. How's the ribs?

FW: Oh, yeah...the match was great....especially the part where we won. The aftermath, not so much.

MHJ: Aw, get over it. It's part of the show.

FW: Uh huh....

MHJ: And you got your damn rematch so--

FW: I believe that when we're standing in the ring.

MHJ: Whatever... I didn't have it written into my contract to not compete against you.

FW: You know that the board insisted upon that, and I thought it was a good idea because I thought...well, I hoped....look it doesn't matter...after Wednesday we're done.

MHJ: What do you mean? Done in the ring?

FW: No, I'm sure we'll cross paths, and it'll be bloody and violent like it always is, because we take sibliing rivalry to a whole new level.

MHJ: Ooooooohhh.....I see....you're disowning me again....

FW: It's not even that, Moose.

Firewoman sighs in exasperation.

FW: We're just heading in different directions. You're embracing the pains of our past more and more, and ... well, I'm just not.

MHJ: Oh here we go. Fire's putting on airs again.

FW: Call it whatever you want, Moose. Call me a Diva, or a traitor to the family. Tell me I've gone soft, that I'm not a real Quinn....or whatever other things you can make up to justify it. I don't care anymore...I'm done.

Firewoman grabs her coffee and goes to stand up, but Moose grabs her arm and pins it to the table, which is easier to do with the sore ribs.

MHJ: So that's it, huh? You think you can just turn your back on--

Firewoman, with great pain, pulls her arm away and slams it down on the table, the sound echoing.

FW: DAMMIT Moose. You have no idea how hard it is. Every day it's a struggle. You think I don't want to rip Carter's veins out through his nose? I do. Badly. I see Ecosystem walk through the halls and my palms itch for some sort of weapon to make him regret ever forming Trinity. But I'm not going to that place again. Every day, I wake up, if I've managed to sleep, and I decide that, no...today...just for today...I am not taking that road. Sometimes it saps all my energy, but I do it. Every. Day.

I can't lose myself like that, ever, EVER again. I do, and all that bad things win. And you....well.....you're a constant draw back down that dark path.

Moose looks at her, shocked.

FW: You can twist that however you want it. Go sit under your lightbulb, smoke your cigars, rave on and on about decisions having consequences. Well, that's not just my decisions that have consequences Jack. Yours do, too.

Fire stands up again, and this time Moose lets her. It's hard to tell what's on Moose's mind. Fire looks down where he is sitting, her anger softening.

FW: You'll always be my brother. And I will always love you. And if you ever needed me...I mean...REALLY needed me...I would be there, faster than you can imagine. But this day to day stuff....I've got to get out.

Moose smirks.

MHJ: Not so fast, little sister. We do have a rematch, you know.

FW: It doesn't matter. Win, lose, or draw...it's done.

Firewoman walks away, leaving Moose at the table.

[BookerShark]

<We open back on the set of Newsbreak with former AWA announcer Marty O’Neil. OOWF World Heavyweight champion Moosehead Jack is sitting in a chair with the title draped over his shoulder>

MO: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with current OOWF world heavyweight champion Moosehead Jack. Thank you for joining us this evening

<Moose doesn’t say anything, he just lights a cigar and takes a deep drag>

MO: This week you defend your title against former OOWF world heavyweight champion, and your sister, Firewoman, care to comment?

MHJ: What is there to say? Fire gets her automatic rematch

MO: Given your violent history with your sister, what do you expect from this match? I have been told the local hospitals are on stand-by

MHJ: That really all depends where she wants to go, now doesn’t it? Fire and I are, hands down, the two best brawlers in the world, our best of seven series is legendary for its brutality, but people seem to forget, we can wrestle too, I did win this title in an onslaught rules match. So this week, hell I don’t know. We might go out there and put on a wrestling classic, or we might send one another to the hospital. You never really know.

MO: Do you have a preference? Is there still a point you feel you need to get across to her?

MHJ: No. As far as Fire goes, in that ring, she is just another opponent. She is just someone else stepping into the ring against the Saints of Sinners. To me…..we worked our shit out

MO: And outside the ring?

MHJ: It is what it is

MO: Your sister’s husband, Alexander Darling, scored the pinfall on you in last week’s tag team match. Some might say this puts Alex in line for a title shot should you successfully defend against Firewoman

MHJ: January 30, 2011, Dance of Death 7. Alex had just won the OOWF world heavyweight title in a fatal four way match against Davin Moreland, Tytan and Stan Fulton. I had a title shot, I cashed in, smashed Alex with a shovel and won the title. That was over two years ago. It’s no coincidence either. The OOWF Board of Directors is terrified to put us in the ring together. <smirking> but things are different now. Should I decide I want to wail on Little Alex some more, the match WILL happen

MO: Alex is certainly capable of beating you for your title.

MHJ: Maybe at one time. But the Alex I see before me now is not the same Alex that I faced in Blood Pond.

MO: That brings up an interesting point, who DO you see as contenders to your title?

MHJ: Right now? There aren’t many. You know, it was funny, when I won this title from Fire, all I heard was <mockingly> oh no! What are we going to do? We can’t have Moose as champion! We have to STOP this! Someone has to think about the OOWF! Well, I am still waiting. Who is going to step up? Where are the White Hats? Or, are they, as I suspect, all talk? Kai was going to beat me, where is Kai now? Have you heard from him? I sure haven’t. Poe was going to step up and teach me what happened for “disrespecting” Selena. Have you seen much of Poe? I sure haven’t. Jos? Wilder? Mai? DK? Danny……well, he is too busy allowing an innocent woman to get mist sprayed in her face to step up…..where are they? Texpress? Come on…..you know where I am, but so far……nothing. Just as I suspected. All talk

MO: Stan Fulton had some strong words for the Saints of Sinners

MHJ: <laughing> Welcome back Crusher. You know, Stan, I have always said one thing…….never pretend to be something you’re not. I know you, and I know you are NOT a pious man. You are not a man of God. You are a beast of a man with a mean streak a mile wide. You claim to hate us and what we stand for, and you swear vengeance on us……but you should be thanking us Stan…..we set you free. Eco is a confused soul, he also doesn’t know what he is……he is pretending to be something he is not. Indecision will kill you Stan. It cost Eco his knee, he should consider himself lucky

MO: you don’t seem very concerned by Stan’s threats

MHJ: Make no mistake, Stan Fulton is a threat to anyone……but even an irate grizzly cannot fend off a pack of hungry wolves. Stan may exact some revenge in one fight, but bit by bit, we will wear him down, we will break him, we will leave him bloody, broken and beaten. Stan, do you really want to go down this road?

MO: Some think you will just sacrifice Chloe to Stan, what is this grip that you seem to have over her?

<Chloe walks onto the stage, wearing a bloody shirt and carrying her branding iron. She glares at Marty O’Neil and looks like she is about to attack him. Moose just touches her arm, and she completely melts. She kneels next to Moose on the floor>

C: Not now Jack?

MHJ: No. Not now. The time will come

C: Ok. Whatever you say Jack

MHJ: <looking at Marty> I have no hold on her. This is not mind control……this is not head games. Chloe knows I have her best interests at heart. I have opened her mind, allowed her to be who she really is. Done are the days of pretending to be something she’s not……gone are the days of listening to others tell her how she should act. Right now, she is…….Chloe….

C: <maniacally> I am a martyr, a saint of sinners, conceived out of desperation, born into chaos, enslaved by righteousness, emancipated through death, resurrected through the grace of Moosehead Jack, baptized in the blood of the innocents! I am CHLOE THE LAST NEAL and I……..I am the Saints of Sinners weapon of mass destruction. Kill or be killed, you cannot stop us.

<Chloe laughs hysterically and hugs her knees to her chest and begins rocking back and forth, Moose puts his hand on her shoulder and she immediately calms down>

MHJ: See?

MO: Very disturbing. Moving on…..you….and by extension, the Saints of Sinners have said you want to burn the OOWF to the ground…..you brought in LJ Bennett to be the General Manager, but so far……things seem to be pretty much the same. I think everyone assumed Bennett would rule with an iron fist, but that hasn’t been the case

MHJ: The best laid plans are not put into action all at once. LJ Bennett is still understanding his job..he….

MO: Would part of that understanding be realizing that he is to do as you tell him?

<Chloe grabs her branding iron and glares at Marty, Moose once again calms her>

MHJ: <giving a smile that is as face as Lauren Phoenix’s boobs> Being world champion…..I have a certain amount of say in things. Some think I am playing favorites, but Fire got her title shot

MO: And Matt Folz?

MHJ: Matt Folz needs to learn that decisions have consequences. When you attack me in a parking lot and drop me on my head and try to break my neck……there are dire consequences to that decision

MO: Finally……your long-time associate and fellow Saint of Sinners, Stank, incited a riot at a house show earlier this week. Is Mr. Mann facing any disciplinary action?

MHJ: Why would he? It was those idiot fans that did it. But goddamn it was a thing of beauty, wasn’t it?

MO: Several people were injured……some seriously

MHJ: So?

MO: It could have been a very dangerous scene, and you are proud of him for it?

MHJ: <laughing> you know……I thought maybe you understood how the game worked. Do you watch wrestling?

MO: Of course I do

MHJ: So then you see those idiot fans.

MO: I wouldn’t say……

MHJ: They are hypocritical idiots. Stan Fulton wants to injure Chloe here. And if he took a chair and destroyed Chloe’s knee, they would cheer and cheer and cheer. They would BEG him for more. They wouldn’t care one iota about her pain and suffering, they want blood

MO: Well, they also want revenge for what Chloe and the Saints did to Eco

MHJ: They want revenge for what happened to Eco? Are you fucking serious? The same Ecosystem that has eaten burned flesh? The same Ecosystem that kidnapped my sister and nearly drove her insane? The same Ecosystem that took the OOWF over by gunpoint and awarded himself titles? They want REVENGE for what was done to him? Do you not see how hypocritical they are? They HATED Ecosystem. They hated him as much as they hate me. They SCREAMED for Fire to decapitate him! They CHEERED when she set him on FIRE! THEY CHEERED A MAN BEING SET ON FIRE! Do you NOT understand? They……..They call ME sick…….but THEY cheer for a man to be burned alive. And now, because that man says he’s sorry…….suddenly they want vengeance for something done to HIM? Fuck them. Fuck them all.

MO: People can change….

MHJ: NO! No they cannot! You are who you are. THAT was Ecosystem. A self-righteous sociopathic nutcase with a God complex. THAT IS WHO HE IS! They booed him when he was who he was…..and now, he puts on a mask and decides that he wants what is best for his sister and her friend Stan……it’s all a lie! Junichiro Muyo has only ever been out for one person, from day one, and that is Junichiro Muyo. People don’t change, but it is damn easy to fool those morons in the seats into thinking you have changed. You are who you are

MO: And who would you say you are?

MHJ: I am Moosehead Jack. I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. I am the best, this title proves that. You want this from me? You are going to play by MY rules. You want to step up? Walk to the ring and take your slaughter like a man.

MO: Any final comments for your opponent this week?

MHJ: Fire……Lisa…..it seems like we are never on the same side of things……it doesn’t have to be like that. I know deep in your heart, you understand……you are one of us. Give Bennett a chance……I think you will be surprised at what you find. <Moose smirks> Mending fences has it’s benefits

MO: That’s all the time we have for today, I would like to thank OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack and Chloe for appearing today, good luck with your matches……until next time

<fade…………then fade into Firewoman walking up to LJ Bennett’s door. She takes a deep breath, then knocks>

LJB: Come in

<the door opens, and Fire pokes her head in and eyes Bennett suspiciously>

LJB: Ahhh Mrs. Darling. Please come in

<Fire walks through the door and sits in a chair, arms crossed glaring at Bennett. LJ grabs a bottle of Jamesons and two glasses, he pours a couple of drinks and offers Fire one, she just stares at him>

LJB: Of course……don’t trust anyone

<Bennett downs his drink and looks at Fire when he doesn’t fall over dead. He pours another one and offers it to Fire, this time she accepts>

LJB: Mrs. Darling….I understand that you are reluctant to trust me give my…….past

FW: you mean the time you tried to take over the OOWF and run it into the ground?

LBJ: <smiling> yes…..that. And, perhaps during our first meeting I came across a bit…..bitter. I assure you, after having a conversation with your brother, he and I are now on the same page

FW: In other words, he told you what to do. It’s amazing……I can’t even see him pulling the strings

LBJ: I understand your distaste for authority, but I assure you, I am here to make you an offer

FW: <finishing her drink and slamming the glass on his desk> I am NOT joining the Saints of Sinners

LJB: <unfazed by Fire he refills her glass> There is no sign on my door that says Recruitment Office. If Mr. Quinn wants you to be a Saint, that is his pitch. No, I am here to make a different offer. I understand you would like to attempt something never done before in the OOWF…….winning all the titles within one calendar year and calling it…..the Fireslam

FW: Let me guess…..not going to happen……unless I do some menial favors for you and jump through all kinds of hoops, well let me tell you something Bennett…..

LJB: <holding up his hand> Stop right there. No hoops, no menial favors. I think it is a great idea

FW: <studying him> You do

LJB: I do

FW: I don’t believe you

LJB: think of the publicity for the OOWF. Not just a great feat for women in wrestling, but a great feat for ANY wrestler ever. I think it is a great idea

FW: And when I beat Jack Wednesday you still think it is going to be a great idea

LJB: IF you beat Mr. Quinn on Wednesday, that will be but the first step. Just know this…..this is your guaranteed rematch, if you lose this match…..or………don’t win, as the case may be……you go to the end of the line and you have to work your way back into contention. This office is not about giving special favors

FW: Of course it isn’t. <Fire downs her drink and sets the glass on the desk and gets up. She eyes Bennett for a minute> I still don’t trust you

LJB: <returning the stare> You don’t trust anyone

<Fire smirks and walks out of the office and we fade out………then back in to Moose and Chloe arriving at the Saints of Sinners locker room where LD and Stank are sitting drinking beer, Moose storms in and gets right in Stank’s face, LD looks nervous, Chloe looks deranged>

MHJ: YOU!

Stank: <getting to his feet> Yeah…….

MHJ: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING OUT THERE? INCITING A RIOT? PEOPLE COULD HAVE FUCKING GOT HURT! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT…….

<Stank looks at Moose, then to Chloe, not sure if he is about to be jumped>

MHJ: …….without inviting ME to the ring? FUCKING AWESOME BIG MAN!

<Moose slaps Stank on the shoulder and everyone shares a laugh at this>

MHJ: Seriously……that was a thing of beauty you played them like the fools they are. Next time we hit a bar, drinks are on me

LD: That’s all well and good, but Stan got the win this week by cheap shotting me that means he gets a title match

MHJ: Ok……and who is going to be his partner? Mai is the IC champ. Eco is on the shelf and who else trusts Fulton? That man has burned more bridges than we can count. And even if he DOES find a partner, you are LD fucking Williams and Lucas Fucking Mann, the two best wrestlers in the world. Fulton could get anyone he wants and they wouldn’t……..measure up to you two

<Moose laughs at this, Stank and LD shake their heads>

Sta: So, what was that with Fire earlier?

MHJ: <shaking his head> She just doesn’t get it. Maybe she never will. Its so hard to repress that because that’s who she is. She thinks she is happy fighting it, but look at her own words, it is a constant struggle. Being who she is is natural, no struggle there at all. One day she will realize it

LD: And then?

MHJ: And then it will be glorious

<LD tosses Moose a beer and we fade out……then fade into Firewoman walking down the hall to her locker room after meeting with Bennett. She walks in and closes the door and leans against it and sighs deeply. There is a knock at the door and Fire looks annoyed, opens it and sees Awesome Bill From Dawsonville and Justin Sane standing there>

FW: What?

JS: Can I borrow five bucks?

<Fire hands Justin a five, Opus walks out and glares at Justin, Justin hangs his head and hands the money to Opus and he waddles away>

FW: Is that all you wanted?

ABFD: Well, uh….you see, that thar Bridge woman done turnified my Ellie May into a ghost injun what has a painted up face and fancy clothes and whatnot, and we done heard you is trainified in the dark arts of witch craftery with the candles and chickens and all that mess, and we was a wonderin if you could do some spell to get Ellie May back from being a ghost injun

FW: <staring at Bill> I have literally no idea what you just said

JS: Maybe I can help. Bridgette turned Ellie May From Elijay into a ghost Indian and we were hoping you could use your witch doctor magic to turn her back

FW: Ok…..first off…..I don’t think Bridgette can actually DO that. Second…..I am not a witch doctor, so, the answer would be….no

ABFD: AW HELL! Please! C’mon Firelady! We would…….well hell I don’t know what we would do! But it would be real nice……..you know…..like face of the year kind of nice!!!!

FW: <sighing> FINE! Ok, where is she?

<Ellie May walks up to Fire and stands there with her arms crossed>

FW: You don’t look like a ghost Indian

EMFE: I’m not

FW: Then why are they saying……

<Fire looks at Bill, who is drinking a mason jar of PCPL, and Justin, who is tapping out to a jump rope he was trying to use>

FW: Right. Uh, ok, wait here

<Fire leaves and comes back with a rag, a burlap bag and some ashes. She sprinkles the ashes on Ellie May’s head, then wipes the make up off and puts the burlap bag over her head>

ABFD: HOT DAMN! SHE DID IT!

JS: I KNEW IT! SHE IS A WITCH DOCTOR!

FW: I just…..

EMFE: Don’t bother, it won’t matter

ABFD: OUTDAMNSTANDENER THAN HELL! HELL FIRE! WE DONE OWIFIY YOU A DRINK!

<Bill offers some PCPL>

FW: Uh, no thanks, I have a match in five days

<Justin runs up and hugs Fire, which makes her very uncomfortable, but since it’s Justin, she doesn’t murder him>

ABFD: If you’s ever wantin a drink, just come back to the still, you get to drink for FREE! It’s on ME!

JS: Um……no, we can’t go there

ABFD: We banned from there?

JS: We are BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE

ABFD: WE’S BANNED FROM MY OWN STILL?

JS: Yep

ABFD: OH THE HUGE MANATEE! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?

JS: Long story

<they walk off as Justin explains, Fire looks at Ellie May who looks a little sad>

FW: For what it’s worth……you looked pretty

EMFE: Thanks……maybe next time. Maybe if I do a little at a time they won’t notice……

<Ellie walks off to join BFE and we fade out……..then back to the Saints of Sinners locker room where Moose is laughing, then stops and listens, in the hall we hear….>

JS: And then the cops showed up, the Canadian cops, and said that it was a terrorist threat

ABFD: Johnny Law’s cousin, the damn ol Mounties

<Moose gets a wild look in his eyes and looks at Stank, LD and Chloe>

MHJ: Grab weapons…..let’s go

<they burst out of the door and immediately attack. Moose and LD attack Justin and beat him with HDB and a hockey stick. Chloe tackles Ellie May and holds her on the ground with the branding iron across her throat. Stank and Bill exchange a few shots, but a shot from some brass knuckles drops Bill where he stands. Stank pulls him up and hits a STANK-U! LD grabs Justin and lands the CANADIAN DESTROYER! Moose rakes HDB across both their heads until blood pours from the wounds. He lifts Justin up and KILLS him with a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER. Stank and LD pull Bill to his feet and hold him, Moose grabs a chair and SLAMS it down on Bill’s head. Bill slumps to the floor, out cold, blood pooling around his head. They take a chair and slide it over Bill’s knee, Stank is about to Pillmanize his knee when……>

Chloe: WHITEHATS

<Stank, LD and Moose turn and look and see Drink and Destroy heading down the hall toward them. They laugh and head off into the night, escaping before D&D can get there. Ellie May crawls over to Bill and Justin and yells to Vic to get some medical help. DK, Daniella and Kai kneel by BFE while Vic runs off to get help. Danny just stands in the hall, a blank look on his face, staring in the direction where the Saints escaped and we fade to black, for good this time>

[BookerShark]

FADE in on an unknown mountain top. Not that mountain is unknown. We don’t know where it is. You see there’s no context...

Anyway, standing on this mountain is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Standing next to him is:

.

SF: “So that’s why the Vikings draft was better than the Packers.”

J: “You’re crazier than I am!”

SF: “Perhaps. So you’ve been talking to Juni.”

J: “He and I are... simpatico. One mind, two bodies.”

SF: “You sure that’s not just the pain medication talking?”

J: “Perhaps.”

The Joker smiles... of course.

J: “You’re taking quite a chance going after the Saints of Sinners by yourself. You should wait for Junichiro to get better. Two heads are better than one.”

SF: “Not this time. If the Saints of Sinners are allowed to keep getting stronger, we’ll never stop them. We have to attack now.”

The Joker dissolves and turns into

.

W: “The Saints of Sinners have neither honor nor courage. That is our greatest advantage.”

SF: “So you’re saying to face them head on. Force them to come fight in the open.”

W: “In war there is nothing more honorable than victory.”

Worf fades away. Fading in on the other side of Fulton is

.

KNS: “To the last, I will grapple with thee... from Hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!”

Kahn fades away and Fulton is alone on the mountain top. Suddenly the area under Fulton’s feet gives way and he starts sliding down the mountain...

... and he wakes up in his room in Prince Edwards Island.

SF: “I have to stop having Domino’s pizza right before bed.”

Fulton gets out of bed, gets a drink of water and turns OOWF-TV on. He watches Moose’s interview with Marty O’Neil. He spies the INC (which when you think about spying an invisible ninja cameraman you have to wonder who trains these guys to hide; everyone seems to be able to see them) and speaks to the camera.

SF: “Jack. Jack. Jack. You know deep in your heart you’re wrong. People can change. Sure we always have a part of our past selves with us. Our travels shape who we are, but we’re always evolving. Always becoming something new.

“Take Clio there. She was once a sweet, good natured daughter of Wyatt Cox. Adopted or natural-born. Either works. The paths she trod changed her. She’s become a loony. Full goofed bozo. Loco en la cabeza.

“Can she go back? I doubt it.

“But some of us can go back. Some of us learned to be violent and reveled in it. But we learned that it’s better to control that violence. Now I know I am still a man of God. Pious? I doubt anyone would accuse me of that. I believe. That’s enough for me.

“But just because I’m a man of God doesn’t mean I cannot protect my friends. You’ve declared war on the OOWF, Jack. You and your lackeys want to hurt my friends and I will protect them to the best of my abilities. If that means I have to resort to violence to do that, I shall.

“Now, onto other things. LD Williams. You’re right I beat your ass. Call it what you will I got the pin and the one, two, three. I get the title match. Didn’t ever say when I got to use it. I think I’ll hold onto it for a while. Just know I can call that in at anytime. I’m coming for those titles.

“Jack, you’ve got a lot of chutzpah to talk about burning bridges. You’ve burned so many it’s a wonder you’re not trailed by every local fire department when we roll into town.

“So how ‘bout this? You and me. For the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. In a flaming tables cage match. Maybe not at the next pay-per-view, but the one after or the one after that. I’m patient. I’ll put my Tag Team championship match on hold until Eco is fit to rejoin me. I’ll take your title instead.

“You’ve never backed away from a fight. Neither have I.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Chloe is happily skipping down the halls of the APM Center in Cornwall on her way to pick up breakfast for the Saints of Sinners. Suddenly out of a side corridor comes an arm right at throat level that causes Chloe to do one of those 270 degree spins and ends up face down on the floor. We look up and see the arm belongs to...former PHWF Champion 6-10 Ember Blackpool. Blackpool smirks as he looks down.)

Ember: [/i] Sorry about that, Clio. But if I take that belt from you....

Chad: [/i] (Off camera, shouting from the distance) Championship

Ember: [/i] (Yelling) Shut up, ya bleedin' cowpoke! (Turning back to Chloe) If I take that championship from you, I get a shot at being on the main roster. Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you.

Chloe: [/i] (Getting to her knees) One problem, Blackpool.

Ember: [/i] What's that?

(Chloe drives the blunt end of the branding iron into the banger and eggs of Blackpool)

Chloe: [/i] We're not Clio any more. We're Chloe.

(And Chloe drives the barbed wire side of the iron into Blackpool's head and he falls. Chloe stands over the fallen man and taunts him, striking him with the branding iron and drawing more blood.)

Chloe: [/i] Gotta hand it to you, Ember (Thwap) You're big. (Thwap) You're bad. (Thwap) But you're just not Chloe now, (Thwap) are you, big man. (Thwap) Not even close. (Thwap)

(Chloe continues wailing away on Blackpool with the iron and makes a bloody mess of him. She smiles as she reaches down and smears the blood from Blackpool onto her face, hands, and shirt. She easily picks up the 6-10 339 pound behemoth like he was a lightweight. She gets Blackpool in a front facelock, elevates and spins him into the floor with a Corkscrew. She lays into Blackpool with a few more shots with the Branding Iron and then places one foot on his chest. The referee appears and counts 1, 2, 3!)

WINNER and STILL DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion – Chloe!

(Chloe skips off down the hall, oblivious to all the blood and turns a corner. A few moments later she comes down the hall with...a serving cart? She steps up to where Blackpool is and stops. Blackpool starts to sit up but Chloe swings that Branding Iron and he hits the floor again. Chloe kneels beside him. )

Chloe: [/i] Ember, after this we may have to change your last name from Blackpool to Bloodpool. Ha! I kill me. Anyway, to show you no hard feelings I brought you a spot of tea.

(Chloe helps Blackpool up to a sitting position and hands him a cup and saucer. Still out of it but being an Englishman he has a sip. )

Chloe: [/i] There, better. Cream or sugar?

(Chloe reaches onto the serving tray and picks up two containers and bashes them into Blackpool's head and he falls backwards. He's covered in sugar and milk.)

Chloe: [/i] I even brought you Biscuits.

(Chloe stuffs several cookies into his mouth and follows it with some hot tea straight from the pitcher. Chloe stands up.)

Chloe: [/i] There, much better. Stop by anytime. The Saints would love to meet you, Ember. Oh, just so you know, here's our calling card.

(Chloe presses a hidden button on the branding iron and in moments the head starts glowing red. She puts her foot on Blackpool's neck and burns the Saint Edward crest into Blackpool's arm.)

Chloe: [/i] Just show that, Ember, that'll get you taken care of. Toodles!

(Medical staff attends to the fallen Blackpool as Chloe heads for the Saints locker room with her serving cart. Assembled are Stank, LD Williams, Moose, and Jeremy Punswick. Chloe distributes the coffees and boxes from Orange Julep.)

Moose: [/i] This isn't from Rics, Chloe.

Chloe: [/i] Oh, I know, Jack. But since we're in Canada, I thought I'd get something that LD likes and hopefully Jeremy does, too.

(Moose opens the box and finds a sandwich and fries...with poutine....as do the others.)

LD: [/i] Why, thank you Chloe!

Chloe: [/i] You're welcome, Mr Williams. I know it's one of your favorites.

(Stank turns and looks at Moose who is laughing.)

Stank: [/i] What's so gotdamn funny?

Moose: [/i] Knowing your history with poutine....

Stank: [/i] Screw it, I'm hungry.

(Stank tears into the meal and Moose and Chloe smirk and laugh as we....)

FADE

[BookerShark]

*As Stank allows the poutine, after tasting it, to fall from his mouth, then wipes his tongue with a napkin, he sees his sister walk by the open door of the SoS suites.*

Stank - Simone?

*Simone Mann leans back and peeks in through the door.*



SM - Hey Lucas.

*Stank rises to his feet, walks over, and gives his sister a hug.*

Stank - What are you doing here?

SM - I'm picking up our sister-in-law and taking her back to Atlanta with me.

Stank - Shannon's here? I thought she was recuperating back at the hotel.

SM - Do you know exactly how this happened?

Stank - It was Red and his damn black mist shit.

SM - I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose.

Stank - Got in a fight with Danny Taylor and Shannon paid for it. Listen, how long are you in town?

SM - We're leaving tonight.

Stank - *sigh* Come talk to me before you leave.

SM - Which way to Jared's locker room?

Stank - End of the hall to the left.

SM - Love you.

Stank - You too.

*Simone hugs her big brother, then heads for Ghosthead's locker room. When she arrives she knocks once then enters. She finds Ghosthead kneeling over Shannon who is laying on a couch with a bandage covering her eyes and wrapped around her head. Ghosthead appears to be whispering a prayer. Simone keeps her distance before. Shannon speaks.*

Shannon - Is that you, baby girl?

SM - You only have four years on me. That hardly makes me a baby.

Shannon - Come closer. We're just finishing up.

*As Simone approaches, Ghosthead rises slowly to his feet, turns and greets his baby sister.*

Ghost - Simone.

SM - Jared.

*Simone closes the distance and gives Ghosthead a hug, who merely embraces her by placing a hand on the small of her back.*

Ghost - How is mother?

SM - Pissed at you.

Ghost - Why this time?

SM - She loves Shannon like her own.

Shannon - Awwww. I love her too.

Ghost - This was not my fault.

SM - Someone else around here who can spray black mist in people's faces?

Ghost - Not presently.

SM - So who's fault is it?

Ghost - Someone who will pay dearly sooner rather than later.

SM - This is why I'm taking Shannon home with me.

Ghost - Then be done with it. The sooner you do. The sooner I won't have to suffer your scorn.

SM - Jared I swear to fuck...

Ghost - I would think that the years and miles of separation from our brother would have dulled his influence on your crass tongue.

SM - Who the fuck talks like that?

Ghost - Precisely.

SM - I'm talking about you, asshole.

Shannon - Simone... please... just help me up.

*The Mann siblings assist Shannon to her feet.*

SM - Jared I didn't come here to... make you feel worse. I'm sorry.

Ghost - ... No apology necessary, sister.

Shannon - I still have some things I need to pack. It's going to take me a few minutes. Did you see Lucas?

SM - On the way here. I'm surprised he didn't rip Jared a new one.

Ghost - The confrontation was brief. There were no physical hostilities.

SM - Doesn't sound like Lu.

Ghost - I believe he sees things as I do.

SM - ... ... Doesn't sound like Lu.

Ghost - Nonetheless... he's agreed to let me handle the fallout from this incident.

SM - And what's the fall- -- you know what? I don't want to know. Which way to Justin's locker room. I want to say hi.

Ghost - ?

Shannon - Justin? Justin Sane?

SM - Yeah.

*Thunderous footsteps can be heard running towards the room from down the hallway. A few seconds later an out of breath, Stank shows up in the doorway.*

Stank - NO!

SM - No what?

Stank - NO! No Justin Sane!

SM - Oh C'mon Lu! I thought we were past this?

Ghost - Excuse me. Could someone enlighten me as to what exactly is being discussed here?

Stank - Simone and .... .. that mohawked freak who still thinks I'm his boss... ... he and Shannon... had a thing.

SM - We went out on a few dates... that's all.

Ghost - You... sullied yourself... with... Justin... Sane?

SM - Sully myself? What the f- I didn't SULLY myself... geez! What's wrong with you??

Stank - I forbid you to see him.

Ghost - I concur.

SM - Oh my GOD you two! I'm a grown ass woman!

Stank - Barely.

SM - Lu... You! I'm GROWN enough to run your damn club!

Stank - Ax-Man is looking out for you.

SM - CURTIS hasn't been around for months!

Stank - WHAT?

SM - He got offered a job at TNA as one of their trainers.

Stank - And... and you didn't think to TELL me?

SM - You're BUSY doing *gestures all around* all of this!

Stank - Damn it SIMONE!

SM - No Lucas! Profits are up! The employees are happy! I'm happy!... Except when I have to travel out of state to deal with my brother's dysfunction.

Ghost - She is talking about me, right?

Stank - Yes, Red.

SM - Actually I'm talking about both of you! When are you going to realize that I'm all grown up? I can take care of myself! Been doing it for years!

Jared - I realize that, Simone..

SM - AND I can SULLY myself with WHOMEVER I please, JARED! Geez... Lord only knows what you guys would say about the guy mom's dating.

Stank/Ghost - MOM'S DATING?

SM - Ooops.

Stank -

Ghost -

*Stank reaches into his pocket and pulls out his smartphone.*

SM - DON'T! You leave her alone!

Stank - But-

SM - No BUTS!

*Stank pockets his phone.*

Ghost - You all are disturbing my mitama.

SM - Oh are we bothering your precious mi mi?

Ghost - You know it irks me when you call it that.

SM - Sorry. I'll get out of your white hair. Shannon just buzz me on my cell when you're ready. Now... Justin's locker room, please?

Stank/Ghost - NO!

SM - Fine. I'll just go find him myself.

Stank - He may not be in the best of moods.

SM - Doesn't sound like, Justin.

Stank -

Ghost -

SM - What did you do?

Stank - Why did I have to do something?

SM -

Stank -

SM - I know that look.

Stank - What look?

SM - What the fuck did you do, Lucas!

Stank - My friends and I....mmmmay have...

SM -

Stank - ...beat him up... a little bit.

SM - What, in a match?

Stank - Backstage.

SM - WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

Stank - For fun..?

SM - Oh my God I hate you.

Stank - No you don't!

SM - DEFINE.. a little bit!

Stank - He...

SM -

Stank - ... might be in the hospital.

SM - OH MY GOD, LU!

Stank - Shannon you ready to go, yet?

Fade

[BookerShark]

L.J. Bennett is WORKING~! in his office when there is a knock on the door.

LJB: Enter.”

A tall, striking young woman dressed in jeans and a leather jacked steps into the office. She flips her long brunette braid over her shoulder and steps up to the desk, extending her hand.

M: Mr Bennett? My name is Miranda - we spoke on the phone.

Bennett looks at the hand, but neither stands or takes it. After an uncomfortable moment, she pulls her hand back.

LJB: Ah yes, Firewoman’s…

M: Protégé.

LJB: *smirks* That. I have your contract - provisional, of course.

M: Of course.

Bennett hands over a contract.

M: I‘ll read it tonight and have it back to you in the morning.

LJB: You know Miss-

M: Miranda is fine.

LJB: Of course. Given the current state of affairs in the OOWF, you may want to reconsider your choice in mentors.

M: The war you’re trying to start? I’ve never missed an OOWF pay-per-view or an episode of Mayhem, Mr. Bennett. I’m well aware of what’s happening.

LJB: Then you can surely see how working with Firewoman could be…problematic for you. Surely there are others who could-

M: None with her talents. Firewoman is one of the greatest wrestlers in the world. I understand the risks, Mr. Bennett, and I know what you and your Saints of Sinners are capable of. Rest assured, my decision was a deliberate one.

Miranda turns and walks out of the office, leaving Bennett shaking his head.

FAAAAAAAAADE.

[BookerShark]

*Darling Locker Room*

Alex and Fire are lounging around watching the Survivor finale and let out a woot when the winner is announced.

Alex: Deserving winner this season.

Fire: Mmmhmmm.

Alex: *shutting off the TV* What's wrong?

Fire: Huh? Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the quiet with you.

Alex: No. I know when you're enjoying the quiet and when you're lost in your own head. I thought you'd be more perked up. Miranda's in town and going over the contracts.

Fire: I know and I am happy about that. We're getting brunch tomorrow before training. So, I'll see where she is and what we need to focus on.

Alex: That doesn't answer my question...but if you need a hand with Miranda.

Fire: Hands off bucko.

Alex: Gimme a little more credit than that Lee. I just figured an extra set of eyes and hands couldn't hurt.

Fire: I know, I know. Let me see how far along she is and we'll talk about it. But I think I'm gonna go grab a breath of fresh air.

Alex: You mean smoke a cigarette and wallow in the fact that you and your brother are having another of your spats?

Fire: *glares*

Alex: Look, I've never pretended to get the Quinn family dynamic. I've given you my opinions but I've never tried to force you to make any him or me decision. Hell, I've always let you do what you thought was best and supported that and worked with it to make us work. So I'm not going to say you're doing something right or wrong when it comes to your relationship with Moose because it's YOUR relationship with him.

Fire: I know and that's been great that you've never forced me into any ultimatums.

Alex: I'm not done though. I've also tried as hard as I could and I know it hasn't always worked...*leans forward and moves Fire's hair off her forehead and kisses it as Fire flinches*...but I've tried to not let you come between the issues Moose and I have. And I know you always feel like you've been in the middle and in a way it's impossible for you not to be because he and I, well, we're never not going to hate each other and try to eliminate the other from our lives. But I know it puts you into a position no one wants and there's no way to avoid that until you tell me to hit the bricks once and for all.

Fire: Not happening.

Alex: I hope not, and deep down I believe I know that but I also know one day something could change and you could accept that darkness 100% and I'm not a good reminder of what you are capable of without that darkness in you. So here's what you need to do. Go out there this week, wrestle Moose...win or lose, move on. Cause here's the truth Lee, no matter what happens with you and Moose, it won't change things between us. I accept you for the person you've been, the person you are, and the person you can be.

Fire: That's...Alex...

Alex: It's okay. You don't have to say anything. Just be the best damn Firewoman you can be at Mayhem, to Miranda, and every day going forward and realize we all have slips and backtracks and that's okay. Sometimes letting just a little of that dark out is what allows us to see the light. And with you, your light sparkles.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

You bitchez better watch out! On Wednesday, Hurricane Jos is gonna come through and wreck shop on all u ho's!

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is with SFJ#47.**

SFJ#47: "L.D., this week you are teaming with Christian Carter to face Alexander Darling and The Kai. Your thoughts?"

LDW: "Wednesday night, a legend and a future legend team up for the first, but certainly not the last, time. In the few short weeks that he's been here, Christian Cater has proven he's not a flash in the pan. He's here for the long haul. And the smartest decision he's made since joining the OOWF is aligning himself with the Saints. We, like Carter, are the future. Our opponents, on the other hand, just don't have one.

Whether he believes it or not, I have the utmost respect for Alexander Darling the wrestler. I also have more respect than I like to admit for Alexander Darling the man. And the Kai has proven over the last few months that he is everything he claims to be and more. They're both dangerous men. They're both highly motivated. They both want to stop the Saints.

They can't.

Alex, Kai, bring your best Wednesday night. Get in that ring with every ounce of motivation you can muster. If things go very much your way, you may just win the match. But you will never stop us. This world is ours. We are the Saints - and that says it all.

[BookerShark]

(It looks to be late as the Saints of Sinners lockerroom is quiet, and Chloe is quietly sitting, her DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal belt on the table beside her. She is carefully using a file to sharpen the barbs on her branding iron. She looks up, sees INCy (who doesn't even try anymore to be stealthy) and smiles. She doesn't even get ranty or angry. She looks...pleased.)

I enjoy a good slaughter. Even though it was days ago, I'm still so happy with the message we sent through Bill and Justin. Sorry Simone. If' I'd known Justin was your playtoy we might have treated him a little better.

(Chloe's mood turns a little more serious)

Wednesday night, though, it's back to business as usual for the Saints. A Fatal Four way with an Intercontinental Title....

(Chad can be heard yelling from a distance – “Championship!”)

FINE! Intercontinental Championship. I take on the three most talented women in the OOWF today. Mai Little Pony, apart from your goodwill appearances you've been strangely silent. I thought taking your brother out would light a little fire in Miss Goody Two Shoes. Guess not. Maybe Jack and I should pay another visit to your brother. Oh, wait. That might upset your big bad boyfriend....

(Chloe puts down the file and picks up a brush and begins brushing a powder over the barbs)

Daniella, I gotta admit, I like your style. Too bad you've spent most of the weekend at the Pat Summit golf tournament. Too bad I get a better swing with this than you would with your golf clubs. Need proof, ask Ember Bloodpool, er, Blackpool. I look forward to a good dance with you, Daniella.

(Chloe puts down the brush and her mood turns...seductive...)

And the Dark Goddess...what can I say? Destiny brings us together again. You will NOT get a pin on Mai Little Pony. I guarantee that. You want to make your name? Make it against me. Because you know that Chloe is a huge mountain to climb. I'm your Everest. You're George Mallory. You can try, but you'll never make it.

(Chloe grabs the branding iron, fire burning in her eyes and rage in her voice)

Because I AM a martyr. I AM a saint of sinners, conceived out of desperation, born into chaos, enslaved by righteousness, emancipated through death, resurrected through the grace of Moosehead Jack, baptized in the blood of the innocents! I am the chosen one. I was trained in the art of bloodshed and mayhem by Moosehead Jack. He enabled me to embrace my heritage, the violence of my family. To shed the facade of my father and embrace the chaos that is the Neal family legacy. I...We are CHLOE THE LAST NEAL No Murphy, no Muyo, no Darling can stop us. We. Will. END. You.

(Chloe swings the branding iron as if it were a baseball bat.)

...and you're out. Trust me.

(Chloe begins laughing insanely as the camera begins to...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

The scene opens in front of a grand hotel as we see the back of a man on a phone.

??: Yeah I'm at the hotel where are you?

all you hear is mumbling on the other end. As the man turns around we see that it is Jason Allen.

JA: Oh in a cab? why in gods name are you in a cab?

More Mumbling

JA: well hurry up and get here the Limo is waiting, and yes Madison is here.

Mumbling....

JA: 2 minutes? Alright see you in a few.

Allen hangs up the phone as Madison walks into the picture.

MC: Where is he?

JA: He said two minutes.

MC: Good Lord. Why is this guy always late.

Just as she says that a cab pulls up and Jos is getting out of it.

Jos: Hey Richie Jr. you got cab fare?

MC: Can't pay for your own cab Jos?

Jos: Well I could if I didn't buy well you know earlier.

JA: Yeah I got you man. Just get in the Limo.

Jos and Madison get in the Limo as Allen pays Jos' cab fare then gets in the limo himself.

Jos: So you and me on Wednesday against Tommy Wilder and Danny Taylor.

JA: Yeah and I was thinking of a few tag names for us but didn't know what you would come up with.

Jos: I got nothing right now because I'm amazingly high.

JA: Well I have two. Members Only or Zero Gravity. But you just gave me a great Idea.

Jos: I did? How?

JA: Well your the Amazing Jos Right?

Jos: You know it.

JA: I fly high in the ring right?

Jos: Yea you do. What's the point?

JA: The point is, The Amazing Jos and Jason Allen.. Amazingly High.

Jos: Yeah I can see that. Sounds cool too. But we'll have to talk about that later.

JA: Yeah we will, because right now we have to talk right into this camera and we talk about our match.

Jos: You took the words right out of my mouth.

Jos and Allen both look into the camera as Jos is the first one to speak.

Jos: Mr. Wilder, in just two days you and I go at it again, but this time its a tag match and I got my guy Jason Allen here to help me out and you got your guy Danny Taylor. Now I don't know much about it nor you but I got your number Tommy. I was oh so close of taking the strap that you hold around your waist, and soon oh so soon, I will get that title from you. Take it Jay.

The camera moves form Jos to Allen.

JA: You see boys your not just dealing with two of the best professional wrestlers in the OOWF. Tommy Wilder, you got lucky last week that Jos didn;t take your belt from you, and Taylor, your just going to be in the wrong place and the wrong time. This Wednesday prepare your self for an ass whooping you will never forget. I'm going to get so High that Jos will be Amazed. Come and Play boys....

Jos: I really don't think you can get that High Jason.

JA: The Jos Prepare to be Amazed.

Jos pulls a bag out of his pocket as he just realized what Allen said.

Jos: Hey thats my line.

Camera fades.

[BookerShark]

*Ecosystem is on his rehab bed, resting in the middle of the day*

*Suddenly, the door to his room sways open, very slowly*

*Amazing Jos tip toes in the room with "Get Well Soon" baloons in one hand*

Stan Fulton:*sitting in a chair behind the door* Jos... *Jos freezes in his tracks* We all appreciate the gesture, but now isn't the time.

Jos: But my buddy..... Economy! I've been meaning to come visit for a while now, I had a...

Stan: I'm sorry, but now isn't the time. I heard about that clown you hired. I doubt a clown is the first thing Eco wants to see right now. Let him rest, i'm sure you can come by later.

Jos: *With a frown on his face, walking toward the door* No prob, i'll just tell the clown to go.

*Jos walks out the room and shuts the door behind him. Waiting in the hallway is the clown he hired to cheer up Eco*



Jos: Sorry Violent J, now isn't the greatest time for a "gathering". Tell the others, Ecosytem isn't in the best shape right now.

VJ: Hey, yo! Who's "Ecosystem"? You said I wuz gonna meet the "Great Malenko"!?

Jos: Dean Malenko! Dean Malenko is who I said! And I only said that to trick you in to dropping the appearance price in half!

VJ: I'm gonna go to the corner store and get me a Bagel to go with my Faygo! Deuces, Bitch!

*Violent J walks away, at that same time OOWF camera's rush him*

Camera Man: We were here to get some words with Dean Malenko, rumor has it, he's here!

Jos:*Slaps palm against forehead* NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Camera Man: Sheesh, someone go bring back that clown we just passed, maybe he can cheer him up? Anyways, since we got you here, can we get a few more words on your tag match?

Jos: Sorry about the promo with Jason, earlier! I was "Amazingly High" for that one and forgot one important little detail. '

The other tag team in the match!

Ghosthead, Chris Evans, talk about two sucka's that need to get bitch slapped! You guys get no respect from the Amazing one and you will also get no remorse! Ghost, I told you a few months back that your time will come, one more day and your time will be up. Chris Evans, you got a win over me and you stuck your nose in mine and Tommy's match last week. Big effing mistake, bro! I could careless about the new guard and what shit you did before I got here! Today is a new day and yesterday means shit. Your future is looking darker than limbo because I'm planning on knocking your bitch ass out with the Falcon Kick!

Both you boys be ready, despite there being 3 other opponents in that ring, I'm the one that is going to haunt your fucking nightmares! Me and my partner wanna win in the flashiest, deadliest way possible.

Dare me to back these words up, ladies! Better yet, make me eat them up on Wednesday! I double dog dare you!

*Kicks Camera and breaks it*

Jos: Sorry! Drank some Faygo before I got here!

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead is quietly meditating in the corner of his locker room when Chris Evans walks in.*

Ghost - I swear on all that is holy, if you have come here to tell me to follow your lead, the pain you will suffer will make you question whether it was worth the effort.

CE - Relax... I'm not here for that. Listen Ghost, I don't exactly know why the powers that be keep pairing us up. If I were more cynical, I would think it is because they know you and I do not have a good track record together and they enjoy seeing us lose.

Ghost - Our failure as a team usually comes as a result of you abandoning me at the least opportune moment.

CE - That's NOT...! *sigh* Okay. In the interest of hatchet burying, I will cop to a very small percentage of the responsibility in our less than stellar record as a team. And anyone who knows me knows that THAT is NOT an easy thing for me to admit. So you should recognize my sincerity when I say that I will make every effort to get us a win Wednesday.

*Ghosthead shakes his head and rolls his eyes.*

CE - Really I will. Cause like I said if I were more cynical I'd think the powers that be want to see us fail. But I think the truth is closer to them recognizing the potential you and I have as a team... just as I recognized it when I wanted to recruit you, before the choads in The New Guard forgot their place and decided they were better than me. I mean I admit it. You're good Ghosthead. Real good. You're the only other person on the roster who is almost as good as me.

Ghost -

CE - Do you know how big of me it is to admit that? Cut me some slack here. You know how many feds I've wrestled in? Do you have any idea what it is like to always be a cut above EVERYONE else? It gets lonely. I have no peers! But YOU...? You're almost there, man. Almost.

Ghost -

CE - I just think that if you and I give this team a chance... I can see... somewhere in the distant future... the potential... of me... one day... almost pulling you up here... with me. With... ME! The greatest ever! Aren't you excited?

Ghost -

CE - That should excite you! It's a great honor! No ONE else... no ONE... especially that fuckhead Matty Folz... no ONE else has the potential to almost reach the pedestal where I stand. This is great recognition I'm giving you. You should feel honored.

Ghost -

CE - So, no... I'm not here to tell you to follow my lead. Great leaders recognize the talent of those under them and know when not to micro-manage. I don't have to micro-manage you. You and I can mesh well as a team. We're the best this company has to offer... with me being just a bit better.

Ghost -

CE - Flatterer, you're right... I'm way better... but you're almost there, buddy. And with enough time... you'll be.... even closer... and that first step starts with us getting a win tomorrow. Whatdya say?

Ghost - Taylor is mine. Do whatever you wish to the rest of the meat.

*Chris Evans points at Ghosthead to emphasize acknowledgement.*

CE - You got it, buddy. Good talk. I'll see you at Mayhem.

*Evans gives Ghosthead a thumbs up as he backs out of the locker room and the camera fades.*