Midweek Mayhem (6/26) Live from Powers, Oregon

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Powers, Oregon
Wednesday, June 26th 2013


Non-Title (Stan Fulton banned from ringside)
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Mai Muyo (c)

World Tag Team Title Match
Saints of Sinners (LD Williams & Stank) (c) vs. Texpress

Onslaught Title Proving Ground
Amazing Jos (c) vs. Kai


Firewoman vs. Chris Evans
Ghosthead & The Word vs. Murphy's Law
Alexander Darling vs. Jason Allen
Saints of Sinners (Jeremy Punswick, Christian Carter, & Chloe) vs. Banned from Everywhere & Stan Fulton
Matt Folz vs. Alexis Darling
Poe vs. Tommy Wilder
Miranda vs. Danny Taylor



Card subject to kryponite poisoning

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<Banned From Everywhere is walking down the hall getting ready to go to the next town>

ABFD: Where for we headed Justin?

JS: Down the hall getting ready to go to the next town

ABFD: What town?

JS: I don’t know

ABFD: Where’s that at?

JS: where’s what at?

ABFD: I don’t know

JS: Then why did you ask?

ABFD: Why did I ask what?

JS: Where I don’t know is

ABFD: Where I don’t know what is?

EMFE: POWERS……..Powers, Oregon

AB FD: That ol girl got a town named after her?

EMFE: Who did?

JS: Who did? Good for him! I liked him

ABFD: Liked who?

JS: Yes

ABFD: Son, I am confused as hell. Hold up a second, I gotta stop here and get some PCPL supplies before we go to……I Don’t Know

EMFE: When did we get THIS place?

JS: They decided to cater to the PCPL business

EMFE: So…….Bill

JS: Pretty much

<as if on cue, we cut to a shaky camera view while Misrilou plays, and none other than Paul Heyman speaks

the land of extreme……..a simple garden will not cut it. At Extreme Garden World, we took gardening to the next level. Sure…..you can go to those OTHER garden stores and see Hulk Hogan hocking petunias, or Triple H selling his brand of fertilizer, but at EGW we have taken things to the extreme, thanks to the pesticidal……….fertilizer………herbicidal maniac known as……….SABU

<Sabu leaps off the top of a ladder and lands on weeds in a freshly planted garden, rolls, and pulls them out by the roots. He then grabs a barbed wire bat and swings at a crow who flies away at the last second. Sabu then pulls some crabgrass out of the garden and puts it on a table, then climbs the ladder again and does a MOONSAULT THROUGH THE TABLE! THE CRABGRASS IS DEAD!>

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!

Heyman: So for all your gardening needs, fertilizer, pesticide, barbed wire come to Extreme Garden Center. Your garden will never be the same again

Fans: EGW! EGW! EGW! EGW!

<fade>

AA: ….aaaaaaaaaand that’s a wrap!

EMFE: Why are you here?

AA: Promo of the year!

EMFE: But this isn’t your promo, this is our promo

AA: Not anymore, you wrote me into it……we are just……

<Just then, there is a ruckus and Awesome Bill is forcibly thrown from Extreme Garden World>

ABFD: WELL FINE THEN! I DON’T WANT YOUR ULTRA STRENGTH WEEDIFIER!

JS: What happened?

ABFD: You sample the product ONE time, and they threaten to call Johnny Law on you! How am I supposed to know what kind of weed killer adds that nutty aroma to the PCPL if I can’t sample the damn stuff!

AA: Remind me never to party with you. Ever

ABFD: Hey it’s Altitude Adjustment!

JS: Ok, focus……..let’s just go back in and talk to them.

EMFE: Can’t

ABFD: Banned from there?

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

ABFD: HOT DAMN! Hey, we’s teamin’ with ol NASCAR Stan, maybe he can get us some supplies……

<Justin and Bill walk off leaving Ellie May and AA standing alone>

AA: <eying her> So……you wanna take a ride on space mountain?

<Ellie rolls her eyes and walks away, AA shrugs and turns around and Drunkette is standing there giving AA the eyes, batting her eyelashes>

D: Eeeeeeeee-ya

AA: <shrugging again> better than Lauren Phoenix

<fade>

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Post match party for the faces at the Destroyitarium. Fire is drinking red wine again...what is up with that? Anyway, she's talking to Miranda.

FW: Because you're not 21.

M: But--

FW: I already got chewed out by your grandmother for making you deal with the crazy...I'm not eager to have that happen again. I respect her too much.

Chad comes up with two Aquafinas.

M: I can drink tequila in my home country.

FW: Well, you aren't in your home country, are you? Keep an eye on her.

CM: Yes, ma'am.

Chad swings a leg over the back of the chair and sits down as Fire gets up and walks away. She passes by Zane.

ZM: You're still not thinking of asking--

FW: Yes.

ZM: Check your meds.

FW: Whatever...keep and eye on them.

Fire nods over towards Chad and Miranda. Zane nods and comes over, sitting in between them, much to Chad's chagrin. Fire continues over to Danny, who tries to duck her.

FW: NOT so fast Taylor.

DDT: ...

FW: There's no way I should have won that match.

DDT: ...

FW: Well, true, I should have. But not that easily. And what's with hiding behind the Murphys?

DDT: ....

FW: They were protecting you all fucking night! Don't tell me you didn't notice.

DDT: ....

FW: I don't care whose idea it was. You are going to face me, Danny, and I am going to pull the real you out of you if it's the last thing I do.

DDT: ....

FW: You and me. Let it Ride. No partners to hide behind, no distractions. And we train for it. Working out together in the training ring, get through whatever issue it is your having. Because it's more than just the mist thing.

DDT: ....

FW: And Danny...

DDT: ...

FW: You need to work through this. The White Hats need you. You don't need to be perfect. You just need to be better than they are. And you are. In ever way.

Fire touches Danny's heart, and looks up into his eyes. He returns her gaze and tries to look away and then can't.

FW: See you...Sunday. Noon. Training ring. No excuses.

Firewoman walks back to the table, but is intercepted by Alex who, with a grin, swoops her out of the room.

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We see Mai Muyo and Jaime McAllister sitting together looking through a bridal magazine. Matt Folz comes into the scene after getting checked out by OOWF Medical.

JM (Hugging): Hey honey, you ok?

MF: I'm fine, after I took that powerbomb they just wanted to check me out and make sure I didn't have a concussion. Passed all the tests with flying colors, nothing wrong with my brain.

JM (Smirks): I wouldn't go that far.

MF: Everyone's a comedian. Hello Mai.

MM: Hi.

MF: So what were you two just talking about?

MM: Just, your engagement and how romantic it was how you proposed and some ideas for your wedding. And I was just giving Jaime some ideas on dresses. Have you two set a date yet?

MF: No, not yet. Jaime, can you give Mai and I a moment? I'll meet you by the car in just a second.

Jaime leaves and Folz sits down next to Mai.

MM: So what did you want to talk about?

MF: What in the fuck is wrong with you?

MM: Huh?

MF: Have you looked at the lineup this week? Are you aware who you're facing?

MM: Moosehead Jack.

MF: That's right, and what do you think Moose is doing right now?

MM: ....

MF: Do you think he's going through bridal magazines?

MM: No.

MF: No, probably not. Look, you have the talent to beat him. I know, I've been in the ring with you as an opponent, as a partner and for workouts, I KNOW how good you are. But if you aren't 100% focused in there, he's going to break your leg, or your arm, or even worse. If you go in there thinking about wedding dresses, or flower arrangements or any of that shit, he'll put you in a coma for 6 months. Get focused, Pull your head out of your ass, get in the gym with Stan tomorrow morning and kick Moose's ass on Wednesday.

MM: Why do you care?

MF: Honestly? I don't. Make no mistake, if I have to hurt you on my way to the World Championship, I'll do it without a second thought and without remorse. I DO however appreciate my fiancée's friendship with you. And between you and Moose, you're the lesser of two evils.

MM: Thanks Matt, I'll see you around.

MF: Yeah, whatever.

Folz walks away as we.... FADE

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<Moose is standing next to a hospital bed in Blakey Island, looking down at Chloe. He stares at her, and speaks, never looking up>

they sedated her until they could determine how bad the ribs were. They fear one might have punctured a lung. Even worse, Stan's forearm came down right on her throat. At the moment, she can't speak.

<Moose stares down at Chloe, then looks at the camera with a look of pure hate in his eyes>

Stan, I want you to do something. I want you to revert to your old Reverend ways, I want you to find the nearest church and I want you to go there. I want you to get down on your knees and pray to whatever god it is that you call your own. I want you to beg him, I want you to plead with him, I want you to cry to him, to protect your Mai, because this week......I am going to hurt her.

I am not taking anything away from you Mai. What have you done in such a short time is remarkable. You have gone from being Juni's sister to Mai Muyo. You are talented......but this is not going to be a wrestling match, no, your friend Stan made sure of that. This is going to be a war, and in war, there are casualties

<looking at Chloe, then back at the camera>

Stan, you can say what you want about protecting the OOWF from the Saints, but the fact is, you tried to end Chloe. Tell me Stan, when you were on the top rope, did you see Chloe lying in the ring? Or was it Outback Jack? Or maybe Davin Moreland? I told you Crusher......people don't change. When they claim to have changed, they are fucking liars. You proved my point. And now, your little friend is going to pay the price for your failings.

Trust me

<Moose places the barbed wire crucifix in Chloe's hand and turns and walks out of the hospital room and we FADE>

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~~~ Inside LJ Bennett's office. We see Stank & LD seated behind Bennett, and Chad, Zane and Bridgette seated across the desk. 6 OOWF Security members stand along the far wall, hands clasped behind them. ~~~

Bennett: May I remind you all that I will not tolerate any violence in my office. I will suspend ANYONE who THINKS about throwing a punch in here, understood.

~~~ Everyone nods, no one speaks ~~~

Bennett: Good. I want to be crystal clear Mr. Myers, Mr. Madison. You are getting ONE shot at the Tag Team Titles

Chad: Championships

Stank: Shut up and let the man talk!

~~~ Stank and Chad glare at each other. two of the Security men step forward, but Bennett waves them back ~~~

Bennett: You are getting ONE shot. Is that understood

Zane: Yes.

Bennett: Good. Now Miss Bridgette, about this "Ace in the Hole"....

Bridgette: We'll let you know when it is time.

LD: You think you can spring something on us whenever you want?

Zane: Shut up and don't interrupt!

~~~ Zane and LD glare at each other. Bennett yells ~~~

Bennett: STOP THIS! You don't want to tell me? Fine. The match is set, and NOTHING will change, do we understand?

~~~ Again, everyone nods, no one speaks. Chad, Zane & Bridgette stand up, and after a tense moment, leave. Bennett turns to speak to Stank & LD. ~~~

Bennett: Take care of this. Win this match. I'm tired of dealing with her.

~~~ Stank & LD nod as we fade... ~~~

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LDW - So what do you think about this "Ace in the hole business?"

Stank - The only ones who are going to care about their A hole is them after I shove my size 18 boot up it.

LDW - You've been holding that one in haven't you?

Stank - For weeks.

LDW - LAME!

Stank - Alright Mr. Promo let's see you do better.

LDW - Uh... we're going to hit them so hard, they will be hit hard?

AA - LAME!

Stank - Gotdammit Alan! Why are you here?

LDW - Did you really need to ask?

AA - Just finished turning chickenshit into chicken salad in a Banned from Everywhere promo.

Stank - Go away.

AA - C'mon Stank you know me better than that. YOU said I wouldn't have the stamina. Well guess what... 7 promos and counting!

Stank - There have been more than twice that since we last spoke.

AA - I'm working my way up the numbers. Soon I will be in EVERY promo I promise you. I'm getting that award.

Stank -

LDW -

AA - 

LDW - Seems you would be better suited turning chicken salad to chicken shit.

AA - I see what you did there and DEE-NIED! Too easy! I am the promofication champion! You. can't. out. pun. ME!

Stank - Promofication is not a w-

AA - SHUT UP! IT IS! I said it! It is so written!

Stank - *sigh* We're leaving. Do. not. follow us.

AA - My promony senses are tingling anyway. Firewoman is about to do one... I'm off! Later suckers.

*Attitude Adjuster makes a whooshing sound with his mouth and stalks off down the hallway.*

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - Someone needs to put him out of his misery.

LDW - He's about to insert himself in one of Lisa's promos.

Stank - That might do the trick.

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<we cut to a lonely road somewhere in, we assume, Washingon. We see the silhouette of Awesome Bill and Justin Sane riding Drunkey and Drunkette while Ellie May From Elijay rides her likkercycle behind them. Bill sings>

It’s all the same, they only changify them names
Everyday it seems, PCPL is a wastin’ away
Another place, where we done get told
Son you is drunk, just head on back home

I’m banned from here, on ol drunkey I ride
I’m a wantin, a sip o’that pine
A sip o’that pine

Sometimes I sleep, and sometimes it lasts for days
Don’t remember who I meet, the brain is a kinda haze
Justin tells me the day
And I gotta stop and think
Damn son, how many bottles I have to drink?

I’m banned from here, on ol drunkey I ride
I’m a wantin (Justin – waantin), a sip o’that pine
Wantin (waaantin’) a sip o’that pine

Oh son we ride!

We’s banned from there, on ol drunkey I ride
I’m wantin (waaantin’) a sip o’that pine

We walkify these streets, a six pack in my hand
That mess you keep, want a jug o’PCPL in my hand
I’m banned from everywhere, and we’s standin’ tall
I drunk a million bottles, done emptied them all

I’m banned from there, on ol drunkey I ride
I’m wanted (waaaantin’) a sip o’that pine
I’m banned again, can’t go there if I tried
I’me wantin’ (waaaantin’) a sip o’that pine
And we ride, lookin’ for pine
I still ride, lookin’ for pine
Sip o’ that pine
Sip o’that pine
Sip o’that pine
Sip o’that pine

<as the guitar finishes, almost as if by magic, they arrive at the arena in Oregon. They get off Drunkey, Drunkette and the likkercycle and walk into the arena……where they nearly run into……Banned From Everywhere?>

VOG: Well, now, what have them Duke boys done got themselves into THIS time? Stick around, and we’ll find out

<Paul Heyman comes on tv again and we see a commercial for Extreme Garden World. EGW! EGW! EGW! Followed by a commercial for Kofi Kingston’s Koffee Kingdom “try the double mocha dark roast BOO BOO BOO BREW” then a commercial for Ric’s Sandwich Shoppe “Eat Fresh Fatboy, WHOOOO!” and finally Paul Roma’s Roma Wraps “guys…..anyone remember I am here? Guys? I WAS A HORSEMAN DAMMIT!”>

VOG: them Duke boys seem to have run into their dopplegangers, Uncle Jesse is not going to be happy about THAT!

ABFD: <the one inside> Well hell son! I thought we was already here!

JS: <the one inside> We were……I thought…..how’d we get out there?

EMFE: <the one inside> That’s not us……Capps, that the hell are you doing?

AAwesome Bill From Dawsonville: We is….us is…….we done are promotificating to win that chere promo of the year award!

ABFD: We is?

AABFD: We is! I is….I AM….how the hell does he talk like this?

AABFD: This is Banned From Everywhere! That is Ayaka Jay from Elijay, and Mr. Jealous E! We are….<no one sings along> WE ARE BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE! We will edit that in later

ABFD: Well, uh, they is us then?

EMFE: No. You are you. I have no idea what he is doing

JS: I know! If they are us, and we are teaming with NASCAR Stan this week, he would be with us! Is Stan here?

<Stan Fulton walks up and joins ABFD>

SF: hi

ABFD: OL NASCAR STAN!

AABFD: HA! I planned on that one! Carl From Fulton is with US too! We are you!

<Carl From Fulton walks onto the screen next to AABFD and AJFE>

CFF: Hi. When do I get my cheeseburger?

AABFD: NOT NOW! We are in the middle of a promo!

ABFD: Yep, it’s us! Well hell son! What we gonna do?

EMFE: Chuckles

<Chuckles Norris walks up to Ellie May>

CN: Juh?

AABFD: <snapping his fingers> Guntkles Norris

GN: Um….Juh? I am supposed to be tending bar for Ax-Man and Blackdragon in Atlanta

AABFD: GRUNT DOES NOT TALK! DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE?

JS: This is an enigma wrapped in a riddle surrounded by mystery!

MJE: Can I take off this stupid Mohawk now?

AABFD: NO! YOU CANNOT!

EMFE: ok……Opus?

<Opus waddles onto the scene, wearing an eyepatch and carrying a sword. He pokes Justin, Justin hands him five bucks>

AABFD: DAMMIT!

<AA gets off his “donkey” – which is just a scooter with a horses head on it and takes off his flannel shirt and mullet wig and slams it to the ground and elbow drops it>

AA: DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM ATTITUDE……BY GOD…..ADJUSTER! I AM THE GREATEST PROMOIFICATER KNOWN TO MAN! I AM GOING TO WIN PROMO OF THE YEAR! AND THEN…..looking wildly at a stagehand…..THEN I AM GOING TO TAKE YOUR MOM TO SPACE MOUNTAIN! WHOOOOO! YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE IT BUT YOU GOTTA LEARN TO…..

FFC: Sup

AA: What the hell are YOU doing here?

FFC: <sipping his coffee> You know, if you listened to Monday Night Flaw, on the Flawedcast family of podcasts, you would know why I am here

AA: The what now?

FFC: Monday Night Flaw, on the Flawedcast family of podcasts. We have over eight million podcasts and counting

AA: Don’t Mikey and I do a podcast for that?

FFC: And you still don’t know why I am here?

AA: <back in character> WHAT I WANNA KNOW IS…..WHOOOOOOO…..WHO IS THE JEY FLYIN, LIMOSINE RIDIN’ DIRTIEST PLAYER IN THE GAME…..

FFC: you never won a promo of the year without either me, Johnny or Stank

AA: I NEVER…..wait, what?

<FFC pulls out his phone and plays Monday Night Flaw, now on VIDEO! We see Andy Gaston sitting behind a table with Chris Alt>

AA: You are doing a podcast with CHRIS FUCKING ALT?

FFC: Altrageous

AA: Same fucking thing!

AG: Chris did you know Attitude Adjuster didn’t win a single promo of the year without either Stank, Johnny or I appearing in it?

CA: You don’t say Andy? That seems like something that would send me spiraling into a depression and make me question the humanity of…..humanity

AG: It’s true!

Promo of the Year
2012 – Attitude Adjuster Directs Banned From Everywhere & Stank in a Training Montage - Moose
2011 – Booker Meeting - BC
2010 – Where I’m From - Ecosystem
2009 – The OOWF Goes Hollywood - Stank
2008 – A History of The Chickenshit Heels
2007 – Drink & Destroy Genealogy Promo
2006 – OOWF Airplane Ride From Hell
2005 – Donovan Viper’s Promo Before Dance of Death

CA: Well! That certainly seems like concrete proof!

AG: It is indeed! Join us next week for our brand new podcast! Bi-Polar Bears! A look at bi-polar hairy gay men and how they fit into society!

CA: A truly tragic story, I have a lot of thoughts on that Andy, but first, I need to go listen to some Good Charlotte

<the show ends and Andy puts his phone away and sips his coffee>

AA: I am supposed to believe you were really talking about this?

AG: Sure

AA: FINE! Let me make a call!

<AA gets his phone out when Mr. Jealous E stops him>

MJE: We are getting paid for this right? In cash

AA: What? You don’t trust me?

MJE: your last check STILL hasn’t cleared

AA: FINE! JUST……..go over there until I am finished! SHEESH amatures

<AA makes a call and hangs up, and suddenly Stank and Johnny are there>

Stank: Oh HELL no!

JA: What the hell?

AA: Where have you BEEN Johnny?

JA: Um….I am Mikey, I moved to Dallas and I am dating a principal…..why am I here? We were picking out matching shirts for our next family vacation

Sta: The fuck?

AA: Look……it was brought to my attention that I have not won a promo of the year award without you guys, so, we are going to win me a promo of the year award!

Sta: the fuck we are

JA: Look, I gotta get back to…..

AA: SHUT THE FUCK UP JOHNNY! Wow…….I see why that won now…..

EMFE: <to Bill, Justin, Chuckles, Opus, Drunkey and Drunkette> Come on, let’s go, Stan you comin?

SF: I gotta see how this ends

ABFD: You sure that ain’t us?

JS: I am so confused

EMFE: I will explain it to you

VOG: And with that, Banned From Everywhere left to go back to their locker room. Has justice prevailed? Does the OOWF really know what justice is? Can man really understand the complexities of the concept of Justice?

AA: SHUT THE FUCK UP VOICE OVER GUY

SF: Oh hell no….

<Stan goes after AA, but he is cut off by Stank, who is quickly joined by Moose, LD, Carter and Punswick. Johnny waves his hands off and disappears. Capslock stands there sipping coffee. Mr. Jealous E, Gruntkles Norris and Ayaka Jay From Elijay all look disgusted and leave as well. AA yells for them to help him, but his yells are quickly silenced by a shot from LD. LD and Stank pummel AA, and soon the White Hats show up and we have us a good old fashioned backstage brawl. Moose goes after Stan, and it doesn’t take long before they are both bleeding. The action freezes and Voice Over Guy speaks up>

VOG: them OOWF boys sure do like to fight. Is this gonna end up with multiple hospital visits? Stay tuned to find out!

<fade>

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CUT to a black screen. The images fuzzes with static and finally coalesces to a shot of The Crusher Stan Fulton’s face. Nothing else. Just his big, hairy face. He starts speaking in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Hello, Moose. I saw your promo. Let me clue you in on a few things. Though Mai is a very good friend of mine, she’s on her own now. I’ll help train her, help her with film study and be backstage for support. But she is the OOWF Intercontinental Champion. She one, doesn’t need my help in the ring and two, wouldn’t want it anyway.

“She knows you’re in this only to hurt her. She’s a big girl now, Moose. She can take this match or not. That’s not my purview. What happens, happens. I no longer can afford to watch over her or watch out for her.

“You ask who I was imagining was laying on that mat when I nearly crushed the life out of dear, sweet Senorita Crazy Pants. Do you really want to know?”

Fulton puts his face even closer to the camera if that is even possible and his voice gets softer.

“I imagined it was you. Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

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Jeremy Punswick clears his throat very obnoxiously. He clears it again and again.

Puns: No, there is nothing wrong with my voice, I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention. I have been around here for a while, but I also haven't quite been here. I've been elsewhere mentally. I've been going through the motions. I felt like a ghost, here, but also not here.

However, I want everyone to pay attention to this. When I pinned Jos yesterday, I woke up. I'm back mentally. No longer just a body in the OOWF, I'm back mentally and the rest of you better watch your backs.

Also, and I can't believe I'm about to say this, I wanted to make peace with someone. Usually I couldn't give a half shit about having people care for me, but since I've aligned myself with a couple people here who are cool with an enemy, well, I guess it's about time I join in on the welcome committee.

So, Christian Carter, if you are up for it, I'd like to bury the hatchet. We hang around the same people, your friends are my friends, your enemies are mine. We may as well join our considerable talents together and run fucking roughshod all over some bitches, TOGETHER. United, who could fuck with us? What do you say, Carter?

Also, since I pinned that piece of shit Jos, ONCE FUCKING AGAIN, I think that I deserve a shot at his Onslaught championship. Make that shit happen.

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*Mr. Amazing walks in to the office of....*

Amazing Jos: Mr. Bennett....

Bennett: Mr. Reyna... Please have a seat, we have little time to talk.

AJ: I wanted to talk to you about something too. It's about Punswick... I think he deserves a shot at the Onslaught Title.

Bennett: That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

AJ: Look, Kai is a great competitor, he's beaten me before and i'm a fighting champion who turns down no challenge, but did you see the 6 man tag on Wednesday? It was fucking bullshit! I NEED THIS MATCH!

Bennett: Look, with the new OOWF App coming out on all Androide Cell phones and FL-I Phones, the fans voted Kai to be your opponent next week. We are just giving the fans what they want. Besides, you don't want Punswick, him and the rest of the Sinners are just trying to rile you up.

AJ: Punswick deserves a shot at MY title, regardless if that spineless piece of shit cheated or not, he pinned me. I don't give a fuck about the app and I could give two shits what the Sinners are trying to do.

Bennett: Jos, let it go for now, it would be dangerous to your health, the company and me personally. I know exactly how bad thing can get.

AJ: Is that a threat?

Bennett: Not at all. Just a warning from someone who knows what could happen. If the Saints own all the gold, that could be the tipping point to Moose wanting to burn this place down. I don't think you and the rest of the people that care about OOWF want that.

AJ: Why are you so worried? Aren't you the one in the back pocket of the Saints?

Bennett: Jose, it's nothing like that... I can't get into specifics right now. Now's not the right time. All I can do at this moment, is warn you to watch your back and tell you to hold off on rattling the Saints and Sinners Cage. This is a war you don't want to be apart of... and if you do, then you might want to be careful with which side you choose. You end up on the wrong side and I won't be able to help you.

AJ: *Stands up from his seat* Mr. Bennett, with all do respect, make the match soon or else I will have to take matters into my own hands.

*Jos begins walking away before he stops in front of the door and looks back*

And those fucks won't like what happens when I do things, my own way!

*Fade*

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~~~ Fade into the Saints of Sinners Locker Room. Stank, Moose, LD, Chloe are sitting in various positions, talking randomly amongst them selves. There is a knock on the door. Chloe opens the door, and sees a UPS delivery man stands there holding two boxes. She signs for the delivery, then tosses the packages to moose and Stank. ~~~

Moose: What is this?

Stank: No idea.

~~~ They open their packages and pull out black T-shirts. Stank wads his up and tosses it into the corner. Moose sits there staring at his silently, his eyes narrowing and his face assuming a hateful expression. He pulls out a slip of paper from the box and read sit aloud.

Moose: "Welcome to the Club"

~~~ LD & Chloe are puzzled. LD walks over and the camera follows him, and we are able to see what is printed on the T-shorts.

"Charter members of the "I Underestimated and Lost to Chad Madison Club" "

LD: That little shit.

~~~ Stank is pacing back and forth ~~~

Stank: I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him.

Moose: Fuck that guy. He's trying to get a rise out of us.

LD (looking at Stank) it's working

~~~ Moose stares silently at Chloe as we fade.... to Chad & Zane in their Dressing Room ~~~

Zane: Why do you always have to poke the bear?

Chad: Because. They want to go around intimidating people. I refuse to be intimidated.

Zane: But we have what we've been looking for. We get our match.

Chad: Trust Me. I know what I'm doing

Zane: Enough of this, we have a sparring session scheduled.

~~~ Sexy Boy plays, and Chad picks up his phone. ~~~

Chad: Hey ............. yeah, we're heading to the training facility now. ............. we can do that, how about after Zane and I finish I come by and we can go there.......... Don't worry about it, you had a really good showing............ I told you, huh? I'll text you when I'm done.... bye.

Zane: Which one of the floozies was that?

Chad: None. Miranda wants to go see some exhibit that's here in town. Come on, let's get going!

~~~ Zane watches Chad as he heads out the door, shakes his head and follows ~~~

[BookerShark]

<Moose and the rest of the Saints are standing around a barrel in the parking lot of the arena. Moose and Stank hold up the shirts Chad sent them, Moose douses them with lighter fluid, drops them in the barrel, then lights a cigar, takes several long drags, then drops the match in the barrell igniting a large fire. The Saints are illuminated by the fire, and are not in a pleasant mood>

MHJ: Chad thinks he is funny. What's funny is those shirts burning, just like we are going to burn down the OOWF. Chad Madison you like to live in your own fantasy world, don't you? A world where you think sending s t-shirts is cute. A world where you have your own twisted version of the truth. Did Chad Madison beat me? Yes he did. Did Chad Madison have a match before his match that night? Yes he did. Was Chad Madison JUST in a match against someone that would just as soon see him dead? Had Chad Madison just survived a twenty minute fight against a Darling? No, no he had not. But that's cool Chad, just leave out the part of the story that doesn't make you sound like a complete douche. You and Selena both knew exactly what you were doing, whether you want to admit it or not. You and your idiot partner claim to be respectable, rule abiding stand up kind guys......except when it comes to getting what you want, and then all bets are off. You, are nothing more than a damn hypocrite.

Sta: And Chad.....you beat Moose. You did.....and it was a nice win. But tell me something.....cowboy how many world titles have you held? How many? Zero? Well then.....how about you shut the fuck up and let the big boys talk?

LD: Well now, Chad DID beat Stank too, which must mean that he and his brother are the tag champs, right? <LD slowly holds his half of the OOWF world tag team title up in the air> oops. I guess not. Beating a tag team wrestler in a singles match......<golf clap> means a ton, doesn't it?

MHJ: Stan Fulton.....I am glad you were thinking of me when you tried to kill Chloe. That means I have your full, undivided attention. You see Stan, anyone who has paid any attention to me knows how much frauds annoy me. When I tell you what Moosehead Jack is, you know what I say is what you get. I am a fucking psychotic madman who likes to hurt people. I don't give a shit if my opponent lives or dies. I am loyal to the Saints, and that is all. If I count you among my friends, you have my trust, unquestionably. These men, and Chloe, they know this.

But you......you are what I fucking hate more than anything in the world, not named Darling. You are a goddamn chameleon. Whatever suits you at the moment, that is what you are. You come in with a Sheik, you are big bad Crusher Stan Fulton. You are going to make a name for yourself as a no-nonsense brawler. And it worked. Until it didn't.

Then, you decide that you are going to bring in an assistant, and you developed a sense of humor. Fans cheered you. And it worked. Until it didn't.

Then you ran with us, you ran with the New Guard, you were back to the brawling Stan Fulton, and it worked. Until it didn't.

Then, you decide to go away, find your smile. Find god. You come back as Reverend Stan, and you and Mai were going to change the OOWF as only the Holy Spirit Squad could. You were righteous, your were good. And it worked. Until it didn't.

And now.....what do we have now? Now we have the righteous Crusher, the Reverend Crusher Stan Fulton, out to do the Lord's work by trying to crush the Saint's by any means necessary. Hell Stan, dig up a Sheik and have your assistant come to the ring with you and you have wrapped up all the loose ends quite nicely.

You are trying Stan, but I know the real you. I know the envy in your heart. I know you desire you have to achieve something I have done THREE times. You can taste hat Grand Slam, you close your eyes at night and you can HEAR the cheers of the people as you are inducted into that illustrious group of people. It is what motivates you, it is what drives you.

It's not fucking going to happen. You know why? The two men standing behind me, that's why. LD Williams and Stank. The two best the OOWF has ever seen, that's why. You and whatever partner you get, you simply won't........measure up

Sta: It's real simple. Those Texas idiots like to call themselves the measuring sticks, but they can take those measuring sticks and shove them up their asses. All you can measure is tag success, and hey, that's great, you can win some tag titles. LD and I are the total packages. Tag, intercontinental, world, onslaught, you name it, and we have all done it in spades. So here, standing here in front of you, are the new measuring sticks of the OOWF. Until you have done what we have done, you simply don't measure up

MHJ: <getting close to the camera> And Mai.......dear sweet Mai. I have known you since you were a little girl. You were there when I met your brother back in 2004 when he signed me to the OOWF. Just a kid then, awestruck at seeing the wrestlers standing before you. My how you have grown now. Mai.....I want you to understand this, I want you to think about this as you get ready for your match.....the history between the Quinn's and the Muyo's is not a pleasant one. I have not forgotten what your brother did to my sister, and I never will. If your brother cared one bit for you, he would get on his knees and beg you not to take this match. And then, when he was done with that, he would turn around and kick the holy shit out of Stan Fulton. Crusher......you brought this on Mai.

<Chloe steps in front of Moose and tries to say something, hate burning in her eyes, but only a hoarse whisper comes out. Moose puts his hands on her shoulders and she calms some, but rage still burns in her eyes>

MHJ: Fulton, you hurt something that means a lot to me. You can say Mai is her own woman and that she is on her own, but you and I both know that is a lie. You cared enough about her to let her fly solo when it was clear you were not going to win tag gold with her......or.....were you just being a selfish prick, and that was your way of trying to find someone better to carry you to your Grand Slam?

<From the back, Carter speaks up>

CC: What you all need to understand is, this is our world. We run the OOWF. Whether we have all the gold or not, we make a move, and everyone else responds

JP: Just look at what happened when we formed. Before us, there was a vacuum, every man for themselves......now you have Firewoman giving pep talks on saving the OOWF and rallying the White Hats. We don't have to lift a finger to make you puppets dance

MHJ: don't like it? too fucking bad. Trust me

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*Roma's Wraps*

Mai Muyo is sitting down to enjoy a nice chicken caesar wrap as she takes a break from preparing to face Moosehead Jack this week when a smallish shadow appears over the table. Mai looks up and notices a hooded figure.

Mai: Aren't you hot in that? It's like super hot out. It's so hot that I think I might do my cardio in the pool today. Anyway, I was just enjoying some lunch. Would you like to join me? I know our families have issues, but I don't want that to be an issue with us. You've done a great deal...I'm rambling, aren't I?

Alexis shrugs and reaches into her bag and pulls out a hardcover edition of Twilight and slides it across the table to Mai.

YOU like Twilight?

Alexis: *taking a seat* Not for the same reasons as you. But there are certain aspects of the book I feel like you are missing out on.

Mai: Ohmygosh...we should totally start a Twilight fan club.

Alexis: No we shouldn't. Because no one should be a fan of these books. They celebrate abusive relationships, stalker behavior, and are just downright badly written.

Mai: Then why do you have a signed copy you are giving to me.

Alexis: Because within this horrible written drivel is something I did enjoy.

Mai: Don't tell me you are Team Edward.

Alexis: No.

Mai: Yay, another Team Jacob...

Alexis: Definitely not. He's just as bad. Who I am a fan of is Alice.

Mai: She is awesome too. But why her?

Alexis: Because beneath the light and bubbly exterior there lies a warrior who can see the future and knows what sacrifices need to be made in order to accomplish a goal.

Mai: *flipping through the book* You got that from this?

Alexis: Okay, not really. Like I said, its horrible written drivel, but the base of the character is there if you can read between the lines. Alice is the catalyst for the plot. She drives the story forward and is there for every major moment.

Mai: Okay, why are you telling me this?

Alexis: Because here's the truth Mai. I actually like you. You remind me of a girl I used to know who saw and thrived in the romanticism of life. But that girl doesn't survive in the real world Mai. She finds out the reality of life and understands there are no fairy tales and there are no happily ever afters.

Mai: I don't believe that and you shouldn't either. Your brother proves otherwise.

Alexis: No, what my brother has proven is that every day is a struggle to be better. And it will never come easy. Not to say it can't and won't be done, but there is no riding off into the sunset Mai. There is only the struggle to be the best you can be every day. And that's what I'm here to tell you. Your best won't be good enough Wednesday and if you walk into this match with the idea that good triumphs, you will lose and you will get hurt and if the Saints have their way, they will end you.

Mai: I'm not afraid of evil men. My brother has been evil but he has changed and that shows me anyone can change.

Alexis: I appreciate the enthusiasm Mai, but you're wrong. And it's going to cost you more than a match on Wednesday.

Mai: What's that?

Alexis: I just got back from seeing that sleazebag Bennett and he granted me my IC title match for the PPV. And Mai, I know we're all supposed to be on the same side, but we all have our goals as well. And my goal for a while has been the same as your goal was. To step out of your brothers shadow and stand as a champion on your own two feet. So, while I want you to hurt Moose on Wednesday, I'll be honest...I'm not going to shed too many tears if he weakens you for our match Sunday.

Mai: Your concern is duly noted Alexis. Look, I know people think I'm a naive little girl but I see the world for what it is. You have every right to come after this title because you pinned me but I still believe in the greater good and I know that if push comes to shove, you'd stand beside me and save me, if need be, from the Sinners.

Alexis: Maybe, maybe not. But like my favorite Twilight character who can see the future. When I stand beside you and save you, it will be as Intercontinental Champion. That's my destiny Mai. Yours may be to save everyone and be the best person, mine is to be the better wrestler when we face each other. Enjoy your lunch and the book.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

**Fade in to a close-up of Stanley the duck with a ruler in his beak. Staring at the camera, Stanley strains and the ruler snaps in half. Stanley spits out the ruler with a shake of his head and walks away.**

AA <off-screen>: “Brilliant!”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Miranda are at the training ring. "Dashing" Victor DeNiro and "Dynamite" Danny Taylor walk in.

DVD: C'mon, Danny....you gotta get past this...

DDT: ...

Danny appears to be reluctant to be there, but the cameras attention turns toward the ring, where things are going well, but Miranda yawns, and misses an easy catch. Fire falls to the mat, mostly safely, but unexpectedly. We know how she feels about this sort of thing.

FW: Really?

M: Sorry, I got in late.

FW: I know. You need to get your head in the game.

M: But the museum was really cool and--

FW: Just sit over there and watch.

M: Fine.....*under her breath*...jealous...

FW: I heard that....c'mon, Danny...

DVD: Go on....

Danny reluctantly gets in the ring. Miranda perches on top of a ring post.

FW: Seriously? Let's get some energy up.

Fire starts moving and forcing Danny to react to her moves, which he does, but sluggishly. They go through some exchanges. Miranda checks her text messages or something, Victor yells encouragement.

FW: C'mon Danny....

Fire amps up the aggression, gradually. It takes a bit but eventually Danny counters appropriately, but goes no further. Fire keeps it up though, turning up the volume until even Miranda has stopped Facebooking.

DVD: Hey, Fire, maybe back off?

But Fire doesn't back off. And Danny tries to avoid most of the onslaught but Fire is relentless. Danny tries to waive her off.

FW: No way, Taylor....it's not that easy...get over it.

Fire takes him over quickly into an armbar, and buries her knee into his neck.

FW: You really gonna let me win that easily at the pay-per-view, Danny?

DVD: He hasn't accepted that match yet, Fire, now let up!

FW: Danny, does that sound like something I would do? Let up? Do you think Moose would let up? Or LD, or Stank? Huh?

Fire gets him into position for the Firestomp.

FW: What's that, Danny? Did you say something?

DVD: Fire, DON'T!

FW: A little louder, Danny...I can't HEAR YOU?

Danny rolls a shoulder that Fire doesn't have locked in and is able to flip to his back, and kicks her back hard into the ring post. She loses her voice for a minute, and has to blink her eyes a couple of times.

M: HEY!

Miranda hops off the ringpost she was sitting on and runs over. Victor climbs in as well and grabs her around the waist, moving her away just in time for Fire to recover and charge at Danny. Dany grabs her and flips her around to a backbreaker hard on to her ribs, and an involuntary gasp escapes her lips. When it does, Danny leaps up and and away from her.

M: Get off me!

DVD: You almost got run over there, chickie.

DDT: ....

FW: Ugh...I'm...*Fire struggles to her feet and pretends to breathe normally...but badly*...I'm fine, Danny, c'mon now that you're into it, let's....Danny? Where are you going?

Danny has thrown up his hands, and rolled out of the ring, heading for the door.

DVD: I TOLD you this wouldn't work, you crazy....just....

Victor is too angry to finish and takes off after Danny.

M: Well, that didn't work.

FW: *smiling* Yes, it did.

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in somewhere. An SFJ is looking back and forth on a street in Eugene, Oregon, just up I-5 from Powers, the site of this week’s Midweek Mayhem. She spots who she’s looking for and runs at him with her microphone extended, the camera following behind.

SFJ: “Mr. Fulton! Mr. Fulton! Can we get a word with you?”

Stan Fulton has just come out of a gym. He looks skyward, sighs, sets his duffel bag down and waits for the SFJ. She runs up, out of breath.

SFJ: “Mr... uh... Fulton. Can... I ... get an interview?”

SF: “How did you know I was here?”

SFJ: “We got a tip that you were staying away from Powers and we started calling around the gyms in the area.”

SF: “How... resourceful. What do you want?”

SFJ: “We’d like to get your comments on the most recent Moosehead Jack promo.”

SF: “Would you?”

SFJ: “Well, yes. Do you mind?”

SF: “Sure. Why not. My comments. If anyone in this business doesn’t know Moosehead Jack is a maniacal psychopath, they need to have their own head examined. Thanks for the history lesson on my career, Moose. I happened to have been there so I’m up on my past, but thanks all the same.

“You know what that recap shows, Mr. Moose? It shows I can adapt. It shows that I don’t have to pigeon-hole me into one thing or another. I can roll with the punches and do what I have to do to win. I’ll ride this quote-unquote gimmick as long as it works. When it doesn’t, I’ll move onto the next.

“You? You’re a one-trick pony. Oh make no mistake. That one-trick is uber-talented wrestler. It’s OOWF Hall of Fame worthy, no doubt. But that’s why you fought so hard to come back to the OOWF. You can’t live without it. You’ll never retire, Moose. You’ll die in that ring. I’m sure you’ll say it’s what you want. But I suspect that the reason you hate your sister so much is you are jealous that she has a life outside of this business.

“I have a life outside of this business. My attaché carries on my business interests and I’m going to retire from this company someday a very wealthy, and very content man. And yes, I do covet one thing you have that I do not. That Grand Slam Championship. A goal I’ve not hidden from anyone. And I’ll do just about whatever I have to in order to achieve that goal.”

SFJ: “Are you at all concerned about what Moosehead Jack will do to Mai Muyo?”

SF: “Of course, I’m concerned. But unlike Senorita Crazy Pants, Mai is her own woman. She’s OOWF Intercontinental Champion and she’s done it all without a group of thugs like the Saints of Sinners watching her back or interfering in her matches. Clio will never win a singles title other than the DDT belt on her own. But Mai is a strong enough wrestler to do that. She one day will have her own Grand Slam Championship.

“So when I say that Mai can handle herself, I’m not just blowing smoke up Moose’s ass. She’s going to get hurt. She’s going to be in a lot of pain. But anyone that’s in this business expects that every single night they work. But she’s going to give as well as receive. Make no mistake, Moose. Remember her lineage. Do you really want to piss of a Muyo? Think about that.”

Fulton picks up his duffel bag.

SF: “Final thoughts about this week, Miss. I’m looking forward to teaming up with Bill and Justin again to shut up the three Saints upstarts. And I hope I have a chance again to drop the Crusher on little Clio again. Don’t like what I do, Saints?

“Try and stop me. Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton walks off as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison stands alone in front of the OOWF Interview Banner. ~~~

Chad: Go ahead Moose, keep dredging up things from 4 months ago. Go ahead Moose. I'm glad I can fuel your anger. You wrestled a grueling match that night.... But don't mention. I wrestled Two other people. Not only did I have to try to win the match, I had to make sure someone else didn't. But yeah, go ahead and leave out the details that make you look like a whiny child who didn't get his way. How about you own up to it?

Stank, No, I don't have a World Championship on my resume. Why not? I've never tried to win it. Circumstances have left me alone in this company twice. Both times I set my sights on the Onslaught Championship. Both times I succeeded, despite being "Just a Tag Wrestler." Zane won the Intercontinental Title without even wanting to be a singles wrestler. What should that tell you? You can't dismiss us as "Just a Tag Team." Imagine if you will, that we actually tried to pursue that World Championship? How many more Championships would Zane and I have held? 2? 4? 10?

And LD, You really want to mock a win over your partner? "A Singles win over a tag wrestler?" So that's how highly you think of Stank? Geez. Even I give him more credit than that. Too bad you don't

No. We don't have the World Tag Team Championships. Why? We haven't had a chance. You've ducked us for weeks. Oh sure, you made it look like you wanted Bennett to give us a match, but here's the catch... Are the Saints of Sinners truly are in charge around here, OR is Bennett is truly in charge and you all are just doing His bidding.... are you just another Lackey like the rest? Because it's either A.. and you Are ducking us. or B and you aren't the men you say you are. Time to decide LD. Time to decide Stank. Time to Decide Jackie.

You know why I sent you those shirts? Not because I think I'm funny, because I Knew it would get under your skin. And as much as you try to hide it, you're only human, Jackie. You, like everyone else, don't think as straight when you are angry, upset or annoyed. So any chance I get to poke the bear, I'm going to. Will I catch a beating now and then? Sure. But in the long run, You won't win. You can't, because I, along with many others, won't let you.

The OOWF will Not burn.

~~~ Chad reaches down behind him and grabs a fire extinguisher. HE blasts the camera with the foam and we fade.. to... white? ~~~

[BookerShark]

We fade to an outdoor setting with many trees and winding paths. Along the paths are small grottos and shrines with statues of saints. There are occasionally larger shrines and they appear to be replicas of things: The chapel for the Virgin of Guadalupe, the grotto at Lourdes. It is a large sacred site not unlike the one in Bellevue, Ohio, but since we are not in Ohio it must be one that is completely different.

(If you want visuals http://sorrowfulmothershrine.org)

The camera slowly and eventually zeroes in to a priest sitting on a bench. He's got shoulder length curly dark hair and is listening intently to a woman with red hair. There's a motorcycle sitting next to him on the bench. We don't hear what she's saying, but as we get closer we see that it is Firewoman.

FW: So my priest, Father Lou has been busy with other things, and...well, I've lapsed.

P: How long has it been since your last confession.

FW: Well, technically Stan heard my confession on Ash Wednesday, but he's not a priest. Closest I could find.

P: I can't imagine such a gentle soul as yourself being involved in such a violent and brutal world as wrestling.

Firewoman just looks at him, smiles sweetly, and blinks.

FW: Well, you know, we do what we need to....you've really never watched?

P: No....but, perhaps I will now....

Firewoman smiles again.

FW: I would really like that, Father. I've just...well, it's so hard to keep up one's faith, and ...I'm afraid I've lapsed a bit.

P: Oh?

FW: It's just...you're on the road basically all the time...no stability...I have family, but my brother is mad at me right now, so he's not talking to me.

A large tear appears in the corner of Fire's eye.

FW: He doesn't approve of the choices I've made...

The priest reaches up and wipes the tear away as it slides down Fire's cheek. He appears mesmerized.

P: You poor child...I would pray for you...

FW: Would you, Father? I ... it's been so long, I don't know if I could pray for myself anymore.

P: My child, I will help you...I will pray with you.

FW: You...you would? You would ... get down on your knees with me? Close enough to hear me whisper?

P: ....

FW: ....

The priest swallows hard.

P: Yes, my child.

FW: I would really like that. But...

P: What, child?

FW: It's so...public here...isn't there some place a bit more private?

P: ...

FW: ...

P: There's a small chapel over there, would that be private enough?

The priest stands, and holds out his hand. Fire smiles like the cat that got the canary, and takes his hand.

FW: Yes, Father, I believe it would be.

P: Then I shall meet you there in--

Mir: Can we please GO NOW?

Miranda has walked up from nowhere, texting, and oblivious. Her loud arrival appears to have broken the spell, as the priest drops Fire's hands and stands uncomfortably. Miranda looks up at them both.

Mir: This is boring.

FW: Miranda....

Mir: I don't know why you came here, you aren't even Catholic.

FW: *to the priest* She means my crisis of faith.... *to Miranda* This nice priest was going to help me with that, Miranda, and it'll just be a little bit longer...about an hour I think, and--

Mir: Well, whatever, Alexander said something about having dinner with you like a real married couple for a change and--

P: Who is Alexander?

Mir: Duh, her HUSBAND.

P: I ... see....

Firewoman rolls her eyes with irritation.

P: I think I have a confession I have to make...I mean...hear. It was nice meeting you both. Peace be with you.

The priest walks very quickly away. Firewoman glares at Miranda.

Mir: What?

FW: .....

Mir: ....

FW: ... Never mind, let's just go.

Fire walks over to the motorcycle, grabs two helmets and gives one to Miranda.

Mir: What are you mad at me for?

FW: You are a shitty wingman.

Mir:  Huh?

FW: Nothing.

Firewoman gets on the motorcycle and starts it up, revving the engine angrily.

Mir: Gods you're moody.

Miranda puts her phone away, and then puts the helmet on, climbing on back, as Fire takes off at a high rate of speed.

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting on a stack of pallets in the back of the arena, the OOWF world heavyweight title by his side. He lights a cigar and inhales deeply while Chloe wanders around beneath him singing softly to herself (which is still all she can really do)>

poor, poor Mai. Mai is the next in a long line of naive people who are going to change the world. They are going to prove that right is might, and the way to show that was to eliminate Moosehead Jack

Concrete TG was going to eliminate me. Crete though the world would be a better place if "evildoers" like me were vanquished to the far corner of whatever fantasy realm he lived in. I am still here, Crete is long gone. Evil won.

Ravenna Blue was going to change me. She was going to try to show the human side of Moosehead Jack. She was going to show that is someone cared unconditionally, even the most hardened heart could soften. I am still here, Ravenna is long gone. Evil won.

You see Mai......walking that straight and narrow path, believing in good, while ridiculous and shortsighted......is fine. If that is what makes you tick, hey, more power to you. I certainly won't stop you from walking around with your head in the clouds. So you go ahead and think that good will win out. That, like in the movies, the White Hats will ride in and save the day, that all will be good in the end, good will triumph over evil.

While you are doing that, I will live in the real world, a world where not only does evil win out, constantly, it DOMINATES. Don't believe me? Ask your corporate suit brother. Do you win in business by being a good guy and helping those around you? No. You lie, you cheat, you steal, and if you get caught, you pass the blame to someone else. All around you Mai, evil does what it wants, when it wants. Heads of state? Evil. Governments? Evil. Big business? Evil. No amount of religion can save that, and do you know why?

<Moose holds up his world title>

Greed.

Those who have the power make the rules. The Saints of Sinners have the power, we make the rules. Now.....I know what you and the rest of the White Hats are going to say.....you want to stop us from having the power, but why? Very simple. Because you want it for yourself. See, you, and Chad, and the Darlings and everyone else was content with Selena around because you got what you wanted. The power favored YOU, so it was all ok.

But, when someone.....the Saints.....came along and upset that power, turned it against you, suddenly it wasn't ok anymore, was it? You fight us not because you don't want us to have the power in the OOWF for fear we will do something "evil" with it, you fight us tooth and nail because YOU want the power, the control.

Face it Mai.....you and the rest of the White Hats, especially you Fulton, are nothing but hypocrites. You can say what you want about us, but we are not hiding our agenda, we have said from day one what we are all about. But you? You and the rest of them hide what you think and tell those idiot fans exactly what they want to hear.

You are a hypocrite. And Wednesday, you are going to be a victim. Mai, get down on your knees, clap your hands together, and pray, pray to whatever god soothes your soul.....Wednesday, I am coming to that ring, and Hell is coming with me.

Trust me

<Moose begins laughing, Chloe wanders in front of the stack of pallets and strikes the Christ pose and we hear her barely whisper>

baptized in the blood of the innocents

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Dynamite Danny Taylor is organizing things in the back of the Destroyatorium, when Dashing Victor Deniro walks in. Danny glances back at him, and then goes back to what he was doing. Victor watches him for a moment before sitting down on a nearby keg.

DVD: So, that training session didn't go so well huh?

Danny just ignores him, continuing to go about his stuff.

DVD: (lets out a sigh) Look, I know you think pushing us all away will keep us out of harms way, but it won't. Kai, the Murphy's they will fight with or without you. The girls, me, we are in this for the long haul, we want you with us, but will do it without if we have to.

Danny again ignores him and keeps his back to Victor. Victor lets out a deep sigh.

DVD: Fine, I'm done arguing with you. You never responded to Firewomans challenge, so I did it for you. The match is on.

We again get no reaction from Danny.

DVD: She won't hold back, and you better not either. If you do, she will hurt you Danny.

Again, no reaction from Danny. A frustrated Victor hops up off the keg.

DVD: Without you there to back me up, I had to make some concessions to bennet in order to have the match go forward. He wanted a special ref.

Danny keeps his back to Victor and continues moving boxes. Victors eyes narrow as he speaks his next line.

DVD: It's Ghosthead.

This gets Danny's attention, as he turns his head around, a fire in his eyes. He moves surprisingly quick for his size, and towers over Victor, whom to his credit does not back away.

DVD: Pissed? Good. You should be, Bennett seems to think that Ghosthead will either remove one or both of potential problems for him in this match. And Ghosthead? Who knows what he's gonna think about all this. So go ahead, keep pushing everyone away, keep half assing it. You think people got hurt before? What do you think will happen if you aren't around to help? If Ghosthead doesn't take you out, you can be damn sure Firewoman will.

Victor shoves his finger into Danny's chest.

DVD: You are better than this. Act like it.

With that Victor turns and leaves, and Danny's face alternates between anger, and....regret?

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Scheme Gene approached Murphy's Law, who are sitting at the bar of the Destroyitarium*

SG: Murphy's law, you face the team of Ghosthead and The Word...

Dee: Are they really a team?

DK: My sister and I share the same DNA, we have trained together, and we will be ready. Those guys are very talented, but let's see if they can work together.

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead has been tailing Danny Taylor for the last 25 minutes. Taylor has been walking the whole time completely self absorbed. Ghosthead for his part has been fighting the urge to charge and engage DDT in combat, a battle he is losing as the minutes pass by. Eventually Ghost chooses to reveal himself, but before he can confront Taylor, Father Lou and The Word suddenly appear in his path.* 

Ghost - Is there something you need?

FL - No son. Perhaps you are the one in need.

Ghost - You have nothing to offer me priest.

FL - Salvation, child, is freely offered to those who choose to receive it.

Ghost - And for those who don't?

FL - Then we persuade them by a touch from the Hand of God.

*The Word adjusts the glove on his right hand as Father Lou smiles.*

Ghost - I suppose you freely offer this persuasion just as you do your salvation?

FL - It is as you say my son.

Ghost - I am not your son, nor am I interested in your free offerings... and should your "Hand of God" comes anywhere near me you may just suffer The Fall.

*The Word silently takes a step toward Ghosthead, but Father Lou gestures for the big man to stay where he is.*

FL - Neither one of us wants that, child. I only wish to convey our appreciation of your assist in spreading The Word during our match last week. We have faith that our upcoming trial against Murphy's Law proves equally fruitful.

*Ghosthead looks up and sees that he has lost track of Danny Taylor.*

Ghost - I have lost my quarry.

FL - Oh? You hunt this Danny Taylor?

Ghost - Not presently, thanks to your distraction. I find it puzzling that Lisa Darling would seek solace from the likes of you. Your kami is most... troubling. There is no solace to be had from the maelstrom raging in your spirit. Like the Saints of Sinners you two are on your own crusade. Interesting times we dwell in.

*Without further word, Ghosthead turns and walks away, fading into the shadows.*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is STANDING~! in front of the OOWF Banner.

FW: Well, word on the interwebz is that I haven't mentioned Cubheart once this week, and we have a match tomorrow night. Speculation runs rampant. Has Fire lost her focus? Is she underestimating Evans? Well, no...no I'm not. I mean, I could. I certainly have grounds to. According to Lucky, since September, I am 9-5-2 against Evans. We're 7-2 in singles matches, and 1-1 when it's just us. But what matters more than the numbers is the fact that he LOST the World Championship. To Me.

Am I concerned about Cubheart? The brash young upstart who wanted so badly to matter yet keeps falling just that short? Of course I am. I'm not stupid. On any given night anything can happen. And hell, even a broke clock is right twice a day. Wednesday could be Cubbie's broken clock night. I'll be bringing it all in the ring, and if Cubbie's smart, he'll do the same. It could work. But the odds are it won't.

After all is said and done, though Cubbie, you need to ask yourself...is this what you're made for? Wrestling in the midcard, never getting another world title shot? Because as long as Bennett and Saints of Sinners are in charge, that's where you'll be staying. After I beat you Wednesday....Think long and hard about this, Evans....After I beat you...or even if...IF...you beat me....join with us. Join forces with me, Chad, Zane....and help us drive Bennett out of the OOWF again, and permanently this time.

Or become collateral damage. Your choice. Either way, that will totally spark--

Mir: OH MY GOD!

Fire turns to look at Miranda who is just off camera. The camera turns that way also.

FW: What?

Mir: You were going to have SEX with that PRIEST!! In the CHAPEL!!!!

FW: What? No.........no, why would I do that? That would be just ... WRONG...on the altar like that....

Mir: On the ALTAR!!! I didn't say anything about--

FW: I....uh, I figured that'd be the next...look, no, that's totally not what I was doing. Confession. Finding my way....all....that stuff.

Mir: Oh....well...GOOD! Because that's just....disgusting.

Miranda storms off. Firewoman rubs her temples and then remembers the camera.

FW: Okay....just...cut. Go away.

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos sits on a bench, dressed in a black suit and his trademark Aviator shades*

AJ: Kai, you and I, go one on one, for the second time.
Yes that rhymed, but keep in mind, I will never try again to cross that line.
Oops, guess I did it again, this ironic rhyming will never end.
I will beat, whoever wants to contend, no matter if you are my foe or you are my friend.
Goshdarn, I keep going with that rhyming shit, i'm gonna knock out Kai with a flying kick.
I hit harder than Iron Shins, I sting harder than bobby pins.
Here's my OOWF promo with an Ironic end.

Bring your best, i'm gonna try to hurt ya
My lyrics so hot, my words are gonna burn ya
I'm the hot shit, got these girls going crazy.
Whether you love me or you hate me, you can't deny that i'm AMAZING!

Kai, open up that booty hole, because my foot already paid the move-in deposit!