Midweek Mayhem (7/31) Live from Stillwater, Oklaho

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OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Stillwater, Oklahoma
Wednesday, July 31st 2013


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

OOWF Onslaught Title Match
Amazing Jos (c) vs. Jeremy Punswick

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Texpress (c) vs. Salvation


Saints of Sinners (Christian Carter & Chloe) vs. The Darling Twins
Danny Taylor vs. Stank
LD Williams vs. Matt Folz vs. Tommy Wilder
Ghosthead vs. Daniella Murphy
Pretty Hate Machine (Firewoman & Miranda) vs. Banned from Everywhere
Mai Muyo vs. The Word
Jason Allen vs. Chris Evans



Card subject to mass suicide via Firewoman forcing us all to sing the showtunes of Oklahoma

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Eco approaches Alexander Darling backstage after the show. An exhausted Eco looks softly, but Alexander's eyes burn holes through him.

Eco: The Word?

Alexander: I don't want to hear a mocking word out of your mouth.

Eco: (raising his hands...still marked with a little blood) No mockery. Word's a giant.* But you're better than him - even when he's cheating - and you know it. Whatever's holding you back, you have to push past it.

Alexander: What do you want, Juni?

Eco: No matter how she must be feeling toward your sister, you're still one of Mai's heroes. And she needs one right now...

Eco sees the Joker behind Alexander, stroking his face unfelt and unseen. Eco notices the blood in the same place on his own face.

Eco: ...because her brother can't be.

Eco exits.

FADE

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~~~ Inside OOWF Medical, Chad, Zane & Tommy are being tended to, while Bridgette is filling out some forms. ~~~

Bridgette: I am glad that is over.

Chad: It will never be over with them.

Tommy: True, but we've taken them to the edge and back. That's gotta count for something man.

Zane: Maybe. but it's going to be a long haul. OW!

~~~ He swats at the medic who was putting antiseptic on his shoulder. ~~~

Bridgette: Now shug, he needs to do his job.

Chad: I just want to get on the bus and sleep for a week.

Tommy: Dude, short week. We're in Oklahoma in 3 days.

Zane: Great.

Chad: Wonderful.

Tommy: What's with the dripping sarcasm?

Bridgette: You'll see. Let's go.

~~~ She hands the clipboard to the head medic, and Tommy, Chad & Zane very gingerly pick them selves up and follow her out. ~~~

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Once again, we see Jaime McAllister waiting outside OOWF medical after a show. Matt Folz limps out, heavily bandaged.

JM: While I don't mind spending time talking to these lovely doctors, I would kind of like you mobile and or conscious for our wedding. Might make it a bit more enjoyable that way.

MF: I'm fine hon.

JM: Yes, clearly you look like the picture of health. Quit saying you're fine.

MF: Oh, my ankle hurts and I've got plenty of cuts on my face, but I'm actually glad the crazy bitch attacked me again.

JM: That makes one of us, care to explain why?

MF: It means Moose is getting desperate. He wouldn't send his attack dog after me if he wasn't fucking terrified of me getting a title shot. He's trying to either drive me out of the company or get me to back off. It ain't gonna work. I'm not missing a single show, I don't care how many times I'm attacked, eventually he's going to run out of excuses and have to face me one on one. And when that time comes, he knows he can't beat me. If he thinks a busted ankle and a few stitches are going to get rid of me, he's got another thing coming.

Folz and Jaime walk off as we.... Fade

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The rushed pack up is complete as the Saints of Sinners get ready for the drive to Stillwater. Chloe shakes hands with the Draculs, and as usual Vlad gets a little fresh. Chloe playfully slugs him on the shoulder and they take off. She respectfully shakes hands with LD and Stank, high fives Punswick and Carter for their post match destruction of Salvation, and then turns to Moosehead Jack. She looks sad for a moment, but Moose takes her chin in one hand and locks eyes with her. He holds up the OOWF World Championship, and they share a huge grin. She nods and rushes back to pick up the Barbed Wire Crucifix and Branding Iron that she left on the table. She sees INCy, and motions for him to come along. She walks back toward where the Saints are as she speaks.)

Long, long before there was an OOWF, a Power and Glory, a Ghosthead, Moosehead Jack, Ecosystem, LD Williams, John Cena, Ric Flair, Eddie Gilbert, Bruno Samnartino...there was wrestling. And my family was there. I remember Bob Brown, long before I was born, had a match with a rookie, Tommy Martin. Brown had him outweighed a hundred pounds. The kid knew nothing. Bob systematically disassembled the kid. But he refused to pin him, to end it. Dick Moody, the referee, couldn't get him to stop, to just pin him. The whole locker room came out. Ronnie Etchison, Pat O'Connor, Sonny Myers, they were all out there, begging for him to end it. He just laughed at them. He told them to make him quit. But if they stepped in, the kid would lose anyway. He got within inches of them outside the ring and told them to just hit him and it would end, and the kid would lose his dignity. Well, they didn't interfere, and after fourteen minutes of being beaten senseless, Bob Brown pulled him up for a piledriver, pinned him, and that was that. The kid was carried out, hurt, but got back in that ring, and a few months later Martin beat Brown for the Central States Championship.

Miranda, knowing your bosses temper, she could have, hell, should have, come into that ring last night and stopped me. She didn't. That's good for her, and good for you. Good for her because it looks like she might actually be developing a reasonable, rational mind. Maybe.  And for you, she trusted you, win or lose, to stand on your own two feet.

Miranda, you now understand that the complexion of a match can change in a heartbeat, and I'll never give an opponent a moment to breathe. Lets dance again, Miranda. I'm not afraid of anyone, least of all you.  

Oh, Matty. You think that Moose ordered me to keep beating you down? Nope. See, the first time, it was all business. Now it's just fun. I like beating on your arrogant Cheesehead ass. By the time it's over with, Matty, you'll be a candidate for knee replacement surgery. Which really should be brain replacement surgery. Don't worry, if that becomes necessary, we can find an appropriate chicken for that.

And that brings me to some old friends. Alexis, you and your little brother face the incredible Christian Carter and myself this week. You both continue to bluster and boast about how you're Darlings and we're just not. Well, thank Jack for that. I wouldn't want to be a part of your smarmy and somewhat suspect family tree that doesn't always branch in the right places. I'm a part of a much better family. The Saints. Our family, led by the three time grand slam winner Moosehead Jack has more credibility and less suspect business and personal relationships than the Darlings.

Carter's breeding and lineage is beyond compare. Me, I just don't give a shit. I'll make sure that you bleed every chance I get. And in the final analysis, when the coroner asks who those two are in the body bags, we'll tell them they're the Darlings, and we're just not.

(Chloe hears a horn honk, and she rushes to the waiting black mustang. She jumpes into the front seat as we...)

FADE

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*A post-PPV party is going on in the Destroyitarium. Daniella pulls DK aside to show him the card for Mayhem*

DK: Could be good timing. Equivalent of a trap game for Moose. He might be looking past this "White Hat" opponent.

Dee: I'm really not thrilled with that term.

DK: Why not?

Dee: White is not a slimming color.

DK: Well, you've got bigger things to worry about. Ghost can't be happy after how things ended at Bloody Frontiers.

Dee: That makes two of us. I've been keeping a lid on my emotions, but maybe this week is the time to let things go.

DK: You know how that has worked out in the past...

Dee: Don't worry, I'm older and wiser now.

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~~~ Chad, Zane and Bridgette step off the Texpress Express at the OOWF Arena in Stillwater, Oklahoma (Cheap Pop!) ~~~

Zane: (Flaring his nostrils and frowning) Can you smell it?

Chad: (chugging an Aquafina before holding his nose): Yep. The stench of ... backwater hicks

Bridgette: It's only a week. We can breathe easier next week.

~~~ Tommy looks around bewildered. A RNSFJ approaches them. Zane spews water at her feet. ~~~

RNSFJ: Can I....

Bridgette: No, you cannot! You think that the people of.. Backwater, Oklahoma (Cheap Heat) deserve to hear from the World Tag Team Champions?

RNSFJ: But... I..

~~~ She looks at Tommy, who can only shrug ~~~

Zane: What you can do is tell all these redneck, back woods, mouth-breathing, cousin loving, trailer park trashy... Sooners to keep the noise down this week while we are in the ring showing you what Real Tag Team Champions look like.

Chad: And if you think you can put down the malt liquor and ranch dressing long enough, you might just learn a thing or two. Like why no one Measures Up to The Texpress. Don't believe us? Go ahead. Mess With The Bull.

~~~ All 3 flash the 'Horns' Sign and walk inside, leaving a bewildered Tommy Wilder and the slack-jawed RNSFJ muttering to herself ~~~

RNSFJ: I thought this was going to be an easy week.. what's going on here?

Tommy: I have no idea.

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Firewoman and Miranda step off Fire's motorcycle at the OOWF Arena/Hotel/whatever, sans helmets so we know it's them although they appear to have them on the back. Fire turns to the INC.

FW: You best edit that out. I don't want to have a fight with Alex about helmets again.

The screen goes to white noise, and then we are back.

M: I'm sorry about--

FW: You learned valuable lessons...like do what I tell you.

M: I know, but when the time came I just...maybe I don't have that killer instinct.

FW: With your lineage? Please. You just have trust it.

M: *sigh* Okay....

FW: Don't worry...I think I know a few places where you can develop that later...

M: Cool! So...where are we?

FW: Stillwater......

Firewoman smiles.

M: What?

Firewoman takes a deep breath and opens her mouth when suddenly someone comes up behind her and covers it.

M: Hey! Oh, hi Chad...what are you doing?

CM: Howdy, ma'am...just saving us all.

M: From what?

CM: Trust me, you don't want to know.

He turns Fire around, keeping his hand on your mouth.

CM: I'm going to take this away...if you PROMISE to NOT START THAT AGAIN.

FW: *but* (muffled)

CM: No singing. NO humming...No putting us into elaborately staged dance numbers. NONE.

FW: *but* (muffled still)

CM: I mean it. If you do, I'll be forced to duct tape it shut. And before you say I wouldn't be able to, let me assure you that I have IN WRITING from EVERYONE on the roster, white hats, saints, the noncommitted...they will help me. It may take all of us, but we'll do it. And not in the fun way either.

FW: ...

CM: ...

Finally Firewoman nods sadly.

CM: You mean it? You're not lying.

Fire shakes her head no, and crosses her heart and points to heaven.

CM: Uh huh....okay....but if I hear one peep or glimpse one bizarre and nonsensical scenery change....understand?

Firewoman nods. Chad slowly...sloooooowly....removes his hand. Firewoman opens her mouth to say something and Chad holds up his finger.

CM: Uh-uh! What did I say?

FW: I'm just saying thank you.

CM: Alright then. Ma'am...Ma'am.

He looks at Miranda, tips his hat and winks, which makes her all googoo-eyed. He tips his hat to Fire but gives her the international "I've got my eyes on you." sign, and then turns and walks into the complex. Both Miranda and Fire watch him go.

M: *sigh*

FW: I know...come on, let's get unpacked.

They get their gear of the bike.

M: What was that all about, anyway?

FW: Oh....don't worry about it. Say when are they gonna show your date with Justin?

M: I dunno...something about production difficulties...

Their conversation fades, and so do we.

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Eco: Stillwater, Oklahoma. You know, we're going to be the ones cheered in Stillwater.

Stan: That's what I gathered. Chad and Zane are not that popular here. Wonder how they'll reach to Jos.

Eco: Do you know why Chad and Zane aren't popular though?

Stan: Texas.

Eco: Well, that ain't the whole story. See, I was talking to a local about why he reacts the way he does when Chad and Zane make their entrance.

Stan: Shoot.

Eco pulls out a piece of paper.

Eco: Texpress is out first—and man, does the Oklahoma crowd hate Texpress. They are not big fans of that Texpress, no siree. Nothing tangles the ol’ Oklahoma catchin’ tails more than ol’ Texpress makin’ they way down the ring -

Stan: Catchin' tails?

Eco: - saying all sorta nice things about Texas which, in point of fact, is not Oklahoma. The Oklahoma fans do not like that, I tell you, they do not like that thing at all, and they are expressin’ their displeasure with all kinds of doings, like booing, or saying they don’t like Texas none, or calling the legitimacy of the birth of the Texpress folks into question. 'Course they don't mean it none afterward, when y'all are resting, relaxing and enjoying a country fried stumasuckeritall, but they feels it true. Because no siree, they do not like Texas none, nor Texpress, on account of their likin’ Texas -

Stan: Was that an animal?

Eco: - No siree. They do not like Texas none. And when Chad Madison cups his ol’ hand to the ol’ ear, no siree, the fans do not like that. They understand that ol’ Madison is tryin’ to get the jump on them, pull over the ol’ polecat, tryin’ to play along to the aforementioned expressions of not likin’ Texpress, which the crowd happens to be makin’, which again is coming in the form of hootin’ and hollerin’, but not the kind they would use for sports teams or extremely large pumpsnickers which they like, because they do not like Texpress, no sir, on account of their affiliatin’ with Texas, which the Oklahoma fans do not like, on account of livin’ in Oklahoma, which is a separate state from Texas altogether, just like Quebec is a separate province from Newfoundland, and we all know that much of Quebec wants to secede—which is THEIR GOD-GIVEN RIGHT—but you can imagine that Quebec ain’t a real big fan of the rest of Canada, on account of them wantin’ to leave it, so you better believe that the Quebec don’t give one hootentoot about Newfoundland, since they barely give such a hootentoot about Canada, and Quebec is in Canada -

Stan: Where did Oklahoma go?

Eco: - so they must like some part of Canada, that is to say they probably consider themselves friendly with Quebec, on account of bein’ Quebec, but ain’t none of Newfoundland in Quebec, and ain’t none of Quebec in Newfoundland, so you can bet yer tighty-wighties Quebec don’t like Newfoundland none, which is to say that these separate provinces don’t like each other none—or maybe Newfoundland is neutral, and dammit Newfoundland take a damn side—but that is to say that states don’t like each other none, especially if they ain’t the same state, but sometimes even then what with a West Virginia and the long, complicated history of the War of Northern Aggression, but this is all to say that on account of Oklahoma bein’ a separate state, and not likin’ Texas all that much, which is to say they ain’t e-zactly bosom-buddies, when Chad Madison cups his hand to his ear, the fans don’t like it much, no sir.

Stan: ...

Eco: Well?

Stan: It sounds like Texas is the whole story.

Eco: Ah, but you don't understand why they hate TEXAS! See, when Texas was a wee lad, only three sticks stuck in his bumchicken, he had the choice to become part of the Oklahoma, the fairest lass in the land. But Texas had other ideas about bein' Republican, 'bout bamchickadeein' with all they slaves, and all they slaves' slaves, and ya gotta think about the slaves' slaves sep-er-ate-ly, because while the transitive property of slave havin' meant the slaves' slaves were the Texas slaves too, folks could only sell derivatives on the slaves' slaves, which is how Lincoln brought that whole market down in th' first place, because Lincoln could not consarn or comstand any bamchickadeein' at all, and certainly not any based around War of 1812 reenactments--

FADE

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<we cut to the Saints of Sinners locker room where Moose is sitting slumped in a chair, lost in thought, staring at the OOWF World Heavyweight title, which is sitting on a table in front of him. The rest of the Saints walk into the room with their gear>

Chloe: Jack!.........Jack?

Sta: He's been sitting there staring like that since we got here

JP: Is he ok? I mean......is this normal?

LD: Not for him

CC: Something from the match?

LD: No, physically he is as good as expected given that match, I don't......

<Moose suddenly looks up, like a light bulb went on>

MHJ: That son of a bitch! I'm gonna......

<with that Moose jumps up and grabs the title and heads out the door>

Chloe: We should follow him

<they leave a few steps behind. The camera catches Moose storming down the hall, the whole time he is yelling for Danny, flipping things over and threatening people, generally being insane, or, Moose. Finally Danny steps out of one of the production rooms and Moose walks right up to him, wild eyed>

MHJ: What the FUCK do you think you are doing? <never giving Danny a chance to "answer"> You KNEW I was in bad shape when Ghost wanted to cash in! You DID THAT ON PURPOSE! Well.....I got news for you you fucking mute, I don't NEED you! <Moose starts to walk away, then turns around and comes back> So now you think you got one one me don't you?!? I know how you think Taylor! You are one of THEM! You think because you stopped Ghost that I owe you something? Let me tell you.....<clutching the title close> THEY want me to lose this title! And you are one of THEM! I know how this works! Only.......only I am smarter than that! That's right Taylor! You are not going to mess with my head! You didn't save ANYTHING! You hear me?

<Danny is just standing there the whole time with an amused look on his face>

MHJ: YOU are not doing ME any favors! You understand? <Moose starts to walk away again, and once again comes back> I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING CUT YOUR HEAD OFF! <Danny doesn't even flinch> You......we......this is NOT over! This is MY title, you hear me? MY FUCKING TITLE!

<Moose storms away, Danny shakes his head a bit then turns to leave, but Moose charges back into the scene, just as Danny turns to face him Moose catches him with a shot right to the face with the title. Danny drops like a ton of bricks and Moose is on him hammering him with punches to the face, opening a nasty cut over his eye. As Moose gets to his feet, he gets POPPED in the mouth by a SUPERKICK from Chad Madison! The White Hats are there! Zane, Stan, DK and Daniella pulls Moose to his feet and slam him face first into the wall, as Moose staggers backward, Chad hits DK kicks him in the gut and PLANTS him with a DDT! The Saints of Sinners get there and a huge brawl erupts. They fight in the hallway and Danny Taylor gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair. He looks around at everyone fighting, then repeatedly starts slamming the chair against the wall. The noise gets everyone's attention and the fighting momentarily stops. Everyone stands and stares at Danny, who looks at the OOWF World Heavyweight title lying on the floor. He picks it up and walks over to Moose, who is sitting on the floor leaning against the wall holding his head and drapes it across his shoulder. He then turns and makes a square with his fingers, then gestures as if putting on a hat and points in one direction. The White Hats look at one another, then at the Saints with hate in their eyes, but something about Danny's demeanor tells them not to challenge him. They gather and walk away leaving the Saints in the hallway. Moose gets to his feet and stares at Danny, Danny smirks and walks away, wiping the blood from his face. As he leaves Moose flies into another rage and has to be restrained by the rest of the Saints, and we fade>

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We see Matt Folz sitting in his suite watching Sportscenter

MF (To himself): It's still so weird seeing Todd Grisham doing legitimate sports reporting.

Jaime McAllister comes out of the bedroom.

MF (Whistling): Damn hon, you look great. Why are you so dressed up?

JM: Oh, for my wealthier, younger, much better looking boyfriend who you don't know.

MF: Cute. No, seriously...where are you off to?

JM: I'm taking Mai out to dinner to belatedly celebrate her birthday and help her get over her loss last night. Want to join us?

MF: Order me an appetizer, I'll meet you there. I just want to get a quick workout in first.

JM: Promise me you won't overdo it?

MF: Just some light treadmill work, I swear. I'll be right behind you, see you soon.

The scene magically switches to Folz in the gym, starting up the treadmill. Within a few steps, we see that his face is a mask of pain. Within a few more steps, his injured ankle gives away completely and he falls of the treadmill.

MF: Motherfucker!

We hear a female voice off camera.

Female Voice: Need some help up?

MF: Not from you.

Folz limps to his feet and turns face to face with Firewoman

FW: Suit yourself. You know Moose isn't going to stop if you keep provoking the Saints like you are.

MF: I neither expect him nor am I asking him to stop.

FW: You're really that stubborn that you'll keep going after them 6 on 1?

MF: First, can we make note of the irony of YOU calling someone stubborn? Second, what's the alternative? Oh, oh, wait, I can join you and your merry band of do gooders right? I'll pass. Hell, I have a fuck of a lot more in common with the Saints than I do with any of you. At least they aren't hypocrites or try to hide who they really are.

FW: And you think I'm a hypocrite?

MF: I don't think you're a hypocrite, I KNOW you are. May I show you something?

FW: Sure.

Folz pulls out his cell phone and activates the OOWF mobile app to bring up a video:

Russ: That was an amazingly clean match for the two of them...but especially for Firewoman.
Razz: Yes indeed it was! Only one rope break and one warning, and both were Folz's. Maybe this is a turning point for Fire--

But Razz can't finish his thought because after Firewoman has been given her Onslaught belt back, she sees Folz stirring and nails him right in the face with it. She starts to drop knees and elbows onto him like no one's business. Hightower calls for the bell to be rung a whole bunch more, but it, predictably has no effect. Firewoman takes to stomping on Folz screaming in rage. She's targeting to the body, the ankle she hurt a few weeks ago, hands, and neck and face. The crowd is booing and starts throwing trash, but she doesn't care. Finally.... no, this can't be good news. The rest of the V come down to the ring. Moosehead Jack and Stank get in, while Poe and LD trail behind a bit. They start to have some fun too, but Fire turns and screams at them. She tells them, "Back off! I mean it." Both men look at her, look at each other, and shrug. They roll out of the ring, but they do take the time to toss a chair, a piece of rebar, and the ubiquitous barbed wire bat into the ring. Fire grabs the bat and uses it to grate across Folz's face. She reminds him of their encounter in the hallway and asks him if it feels good. Folz seems to indicate it most certainly does not. LD throws another chair into the ring. Firewoman doesn't appear to notice it, and in fact seems to be in her own little world. Folz has stopped trying to fight back, as it doesn't seem like he's here either. She drags him unceremoniously by the hair and puts his head on top of the first chair.

Ecosystem and Tytan come running to the ring to help their partner, but Poe, LD, and Stank hold them back. Moose and Lucky are at ringside still, Lucky trying desperately to get Fire's attention. Firewoman grabs the other chair and repeatedly Conchairtos Folz. Folz isn't moving. Like at all. Hightower rolls out of the ring and runs to the back to summon OOWF security, who must be watching another channel. Poe, LD, and Stank are still holding off Eco and Tytan, and Moose gets into the ring. Fire doesn't notice him. She lays the chair she was using to beat him on Folz, grabs the rebar, and begins to wail away on the chair. The chair slides off a bit more with each blow, until it's completely off. She raises the rebar again and she'll be hitting unprotected skin....but Moose grabs her arm at the top of the upswing. Fire turns to glare at him for interfering, but even though the boos are deafening, Moose can be heard to say "That's enough! We're done!" Fire looks at him for a minute as if she can't quite comprehend what he's saying. Moose says again "It's not what we talked about. C'mon. Let's go. Enough." Fire nods slowly, and drops the rebar, and Moose lets go, slowly, of her arm. He turns to walk out of the ring, and Lucky comes in to help Fire. She turns to look at Folz, spits some blood out of her mouth at him. She says "No sell that, bitch." Lucky grabs the Onslaught Championship Belt and helps Fire out of the ring. Poe, Stank, and LD, hold Eco and Tytan out of the way as Firewoman, Moose, and Lucky head backstage. They are instantly flanked by OOWF Security who 'escort' them to the back, as the medical team hits the ring to tend to Folz. Eco and Tytan follow them to look after their partner, who hasn't moved.


MF: So let me get this straight, you're a White Hat now, but you have no problem trying to fucking MURDER me in the ring?

FW: That was a long time ago, I've changed.

MF: It was a long time ago, but you haven't changed. You want to know why? Because People....Don't....Change. You can go to all the therapy you want, you can lie to yourself all you want, but deep down you're the same person you were in that clip. And you know that, THAT is what makes you a hypocrite.

Folz pauses then continues.

MF: But, for the sake of argument, let's say I join you and we beat the big bad Saints of Sinners. We drive them completely out of the company. LD is retired and running his wrestling school, Moose is in Japan, Stank is with his family, Chloe is in the mental institution she sorely needs and Carter and Punswick.....well no one gives a fuck where they end up. The 'good guys' win, YAY! Then everything goes automatically to being a utopia right?

FW: Of course not.

MF: No, of course it doesn't. Let's be honest, you're not trying to beat the Saints to save the company, you're trying to beat them because right now they have the power. Shit, if you're being honest, you're no better than they are. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for dinner.

Folz walks away from Fire as we....... FADE

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Following the Saints altercation, Danny and The Murphy's have broken off from the others and are heading towards the Destroyatorium. The Murphy's stop, and DK goes to say something, when Danny holds up a hand stopping him. Danny points down the hall and shakes his head no. He holds out his hand palm up, and makes the motion of his fingers running into it. Danny slowly shakes his head no again. He then points the other way, and taps on first his head, and then his heart. DK looks confused and goes to say something, but Daniella stops him this time. She locks eyes with Danny, and the big man never flinches from her gaze. An understanding appears in her eyes, and she nods in agreement. Dk still looks a little confused, but Dee nods for them to follow, and DK shrugs and relents. The three enter the Destroyatorium, and Spencer and Ashley (who is holding Shotglass) stand in the middle of the room waiting for them.

Ashley walks forward and holds up Shotglass, Danny leans in and the dog licks him on the nose. Danny pats him on the head, and then looks at Ashley, and makes the symbol for "sorry". Ashley just smiles and nods yes. Danny smiles back and then reaches over and tussles Spencer's hair, causing her to pull back and giggle. Then the two girls part, and we see Dashing Victor Deniro standing there, hat in his hand looking very contrite. He opens his mouth to say something, but Danny holds up a hand stopping him. Danny points to his mouth, and then shakes his head no. He holds out his hand, and Victor smiles and takes it and shakes it. Danny then takes a step back, and then puts his hand out palm down, and looks to everyone in the room one by one. Everyone groans a little and rolls their eyes, but Danny does not relent and continues to make eye contact with everyone. Victor is the first to walk forward, and he lays his hand on top of Danny's. The girls and the Murphy's soon follow and place there hands in as well. The smile on Danny's face nearly lights up the room.

At this point, Danny turns and faces the INC for the first time. The Murphy's flank him on one side, and the girls and Victor on the other. Danny gets a playful look in his eyes, and a slight smirk plays at the end of his mouth, as he simply mouths the word

BOOM.

FADE

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FADE in on Gallagher-Iba Arena in Stillwater, OK. Sitting up the rafters is The Crusher Stan Fulton.

“So. The time has finally come. The moment that I’ve been working towards for the past fifteen months. March 2012. I lost the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship after holding it for just short of five months. Longer than anyone who’s held it since.

“I’ve been out of every title picture since. I’ve been patient. I’ve worked numerous house shows and televised events, most of them the opening match or a throwaway clusterbomb. I’ve wrestled with friends. And with enemies. Against the Saints. Against White Hats.

“I’ve held every title this company can offer. Save one.

“Chad Madison. Zane Myers. The measuring sticks of tag team wrestling. Not a hollow claim either. They have shown in that very ring...”

Fulton points to the floor of the arena where the OOWF ring is having the final touches completed for Wednesday’s Midweek Mayhem.

“...that they are what Tag Team Champions really are. And Wednesday night, Salvation is going to defeat them.

“Many might say that’s a pipe dream. That Ecosystem and myself don’t have what it takes to hang with, let alone defeat, Texpress. Hell, they may be right. But I know deep down in my heart that Juni and I will be OOWF Tag Team Champions.

“No matter what the Saints of Sinners have done to us, no matter what demons my partner is fighting. We will be Champions.

“Wednesday night. You’ll all see something special.”

Fulton looks skyward, then back to the camera.

“History.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

After the incident wiyh Moose and Taylor, Christian Carter sits down. The rest of the Saints come in as Moose is somewhat still being restrained by Stank & LD. Chloe looks on and Punswick comes sits next to Carter.

JP: Some fucked up shit..

Carter just stares into space. Puns looks at him and snaps his fingers iin front of Carter. After a few snaps, Carter shakes his head and looks at Jeremy. Blood is coming from a wound on Carters heads and Punswick curses out loud.

JP: SHIT!

The rest of the Saints look over and see Carter, even Moose has a worried look.

MHJ: He needs medical treatment now! Chloe!

She nods and her and Punswick grabs an arm and walks to the trainers office.

The head trainer looks at the wound and tells Chloe and Punswick to leave immediately. He also tells them that he will need to go to the hospital if he feels it necessary. Both leave and Carter has gone back into his deep trance, not saying a word.

Carter sits there as the trainer starts the stitching process when the door opens and you see Alexis Darling walk in. She apologizes until she sees its Carter who is being treated. She goes to do somehing when the trainer tells her no. Carter looks at Alexis and smiles.

CC: Such beauty when your angry. Has anyone ever told you that Lexi?

Darling just stands there with a perplexed look on her face.

AD: What did he juat say doc?

Doc: He's out of it. Medicated. Now please leave. He has had some major head trauma.

Darling slowly walks out and just looks at Carter when the door closes. Alexander walks by her.

Alex: You ok Lexi?

Alexis: Yeah, Im fine.

They walk out of view and moments later Punswick comes into view. He walks into the room as the trainer finishes the stitching up Carter.

Doc: I recommend a hospital trip. I think he may have a concussion.

Punswick grabs Carter.

Doc: I gave him some medication so he may seem somewhat different.

JP: Thanks Doc. (Pushes him) I'll take it from here!

Puns grabs Carter and walks towards the Saints lockeroom.

CC: Dude...what are we doing here?

Puns looks at him and shakes his head.

JP: I'll take whatever it is he gave you!

FADES

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams is in front of an OOWF banner.**

LDW: "Sunday night. Ladder match. Tag Team Championships on the line. Texpress won, we lost. They beat us. Let me say it again - They Beat Us.

Notice how I can say that with a straight face? My eye doesn't twitch. There's no vein pulsing at my temple. Sorry to disappoint you. We lost a match - it happens.

But if Texpress thinks that that was the last time they'll have to deal with Stank and L.D. Williams, they've got another thing coming.

Now, onto this week. Tommy Wilder, who helped Texpress get the better of us on Sunday. I like Tommy. We don't often find ourselves on the same side of, well, anything, but in many ways he's a man after my own heart. Matt Folz...Folz is an asshole with more wrestling ability than he knows what to do with. And if I know Matt, he'll take that as a high compliment.

Now I'm sure they're both looking at this match and saying 'if I can beat L.D. Williams the three time World Champion, if I can beat L.D. Williams, who's won the six pack twice, if I can beat L.D. Williams, the living breathing legend, who happens to be a Saint, that'll bring me closer to a shot at the World Title.

They're not wrong.

But make no mistake about it, Wednesday night I'm not getting in the ring to keep them away from the championship. I'm not protecting Jack's title from future threats. I'm getting in the ring to do what I do better than anyone else on the face of the planet - wrestle.

Destroying their dreams is just a by-product.

Wednesday night, much like the dude, the legend abides."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

<Old school promo time. Darkened room, single light bulb, Moose is sitting at a plain wooden table with the OOWF title laying on it. in the background Chloe is wandering around aimlessly softly singing....>

Murphy, Murphy darling dear

<Moose doesn't look up, he just stares at the title as he speaks>

MHJ: I have heard it all......glorified garbage wrestler.....washed up.....past my prime.....nothing but a sadistic madman who has no place in the ring. And yet.....here I am, four months into my title reign. Poe couldn't take it. Kai couldn't take it. Alex couldn't take it. Fire couldn't take it. Wilder took it by stealing MY title.....but now it is back where it belongs. Now DK Murphy wants to step up and take what is mine.

I long for your pain night and day

MHJ: Murphy.....my wars with your father are legendary. One on one Taipei death matches.....with KZ against the Team From Down Under......be it Empty Team, Back of Beyond Jack, Team From Down Under or Outback Jack.....our legacy is written in blood spilled and broken bones.

your pain is my pleasure, your sorrow my joy

MHJ: Murphy, you may one day fill his boots, but you are not Jack. You want to step up to ME? Kid....I'll make you famous. But before you get in the ring with me at Mid-Week Mayhem, I want you to ask yourself on thing......are you really any better than the Saints? You took up the mantle of the White Hats, but YOU are the very reason we exist. When you came into this company, you came in to right a wrong. You did whatever you felt necessary. You attacked Fulton and Mai. You tried to end their careers, you were ruthless. Merciless. Heartless

And now, you have fooled Them into thinking you are out for the best interests of the OOWF.

I'll beat you till you've lost your good health and good cheer

MHJ: Murphy, deep inside, you are just like the rest of the OOWF sheep, you are a Sinner. You are a Saint. You cannot change who you are. You have Outback Jack's blood running through your veins.....on Wednesday night, Jack's blood will be on my hands......again

trust me

you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me

<Moose and Chloe both laugh maniacally as we fade to black>

[BookerShark]

We are in the Darling Luxury Suites. Fire is dressed in a tank top, jeans, boots, and her biker jacket, waiting very not patiently for Miranda. Miranda finally comes out, dressed in a sparkly sequined top and satin pants and heels.

M: What?

FW: You are significantly overdressed. Go dress down. More like this.

M: I thought we were going to a club?

FW: It's not that kind of club.

Miranda walks out as Alex walks in.

AD: Tonight?

FW: No time like the present.

AD: Got your masks?

FW: Yes, dear.

Miranda comes back out, dressed more appropriately.

FW: Don't wait up.

She gives Alex a peck on the cheek, as he scowls at her, clearly not in favor of this. She walks out, and Miranda follows. Alex calls after them.

AD: Don't forget your helmets.

FW: *without looking back* Yes, dear. *under her breath* stupid ninja cams.

*****
We change scenes and the motorcycle is pulling up on a dirt road a few miles away from a barn, and stops.

M: Is that it?

FW: Yep.

M: Are you sure? I mean, why would there even been such a place in Okla-

FW: Don't....

M: Right...Still...

FW: You kidding? A bunch of bored, cornfed, hypermasculine guys with no outlet for what has got to be a whole lot of latent homoerotic tendencies...I have traveled a lot and have learned no matter the town, and ESPECIALLY those in the Bible belt with more churches than there are people, you can find three things. If the town is dry, you can find a bar. If it's not you can find one that stays open well past closing time. Two, there will be a pornography and assorted toys store, sometimes attached to a strip club or brothel, JUST outside of town. And three...this.

M: Is this my punishment for losing?

FW: Absolutely not. Losing is its own punishment. No, I told you. You have the talent, you just need to be able to bring some edge when you face another opponent like you did. I know you have it in you, this should just give you the confidence. Here, put this on.

Miranda reaches out and takes a luchador mask.

M: Okay, but why?

FW: You'll see.

Fire puts her own on, they replace their helmets and ride up.

Another scene change, and they have arrived at the barn. Firewoman gets off the bike, and walks up to
what appears to be just a farm hand standing outside the door. They talk back and forth a bit, and Fire hands him a lot of money. He nods and tips his hat at her and Miranda. She motions and Miranda comes forward, and they walk toward the entrance. Firewoman turns back to the "farmhand," allowing the handle of the pretty knife Alex gave her to be clearly visible at her belt.

FW: Oh, anything happens to that bike, I will find you. Got it?

The doorman nods nervously. Fire and Miranda enter the barn.

The barn is not a barn, at least not right now. There are at three octagonal cages with various fights going on inside, and lots more men cheering and jeering on the outside. There's a make shift bar, and a table to place bets. Fire takes about 30 seconds to scan the whole area, probably noticing things like exits, and how many people, and who's likely to have weapons and who's in charge. Once she's done casing the place, she zeroes in the main guy. With a hand signal she bades Miranda to wait, which she does. Fire has a very long conversation with the man, and again gives him a large sum of money. He nods and points to a cage. Fire shakes his hand, and goes back to Miranda.

FW: Okay, you're the eighth person in a rumble match. I'm not exactly clear on how people are eliminated but do your best. I'm going to bet on you to win.

M: But....

FW: What?

M: Well, I know we wrestle men in OOWF, but...well, this is different.

FW: It is very different. You know why?

M: Why?

FW: Because none of these guys have a fucking clue what they're doing. Sure, a few of them might have some talent, but look at them. Watch carefully. They've watched some MMA on TV, and they've maybe rough-housed with each other in the cornfield or something. But watch them...they aren't trained at all.

Miranda looks around for a while....and she starts to nod.

FW: So you're good. Just go in there and kick ass, we win a bunch of money, you get your confidence up, and we go home.

M: Okay, but still...what if....

FW: I will be RIGHT outside the cage. If I think anything is wrong, I'll be in there.

M: Isn't that against the rules?

FW: Because I'm known for my rule following?

M: Right.

FW: Now listen...you may feel at some point that things are bad....but you need to power through. I will be there if things are going bad, but if I'm not there...well, you're fine. Even if you don't feel like you are, okay? Trust...er, believe me.

M: Okay. I will.

FW: Alright, they're getting ready to call your match. Get over there. I'm going to go place our bet and then get a drink and I'll be right there, okay?

Miranda nods, and heads over. Firewoman goes and places her bet, and then heads to the bar, where she is immediately chatted up by a very attractive local.

The contestants are announced in the cage, Miranda using a pseudonym, and a bell rings. At first, the men pretty much ignore Miranda, and focus on each other. She dances around the outside waiting for someone to notice her. The method of elimination appears to be when the referee things you can't handle anymore. Finally, one of the men notices her and must say something she doesn't like because she hauls off and bitchslaps him. He's taken aback a bit, and then goes to rush her into the cage, but she dodges him deftly, and he crashes face first. She leaps and pulls him backward to the ground, and puts the boots to him, then finally gets him into a submission hold until he passes out (since there's no tapping). The referee signals he's out, and some assistants drag him away.

Fire is still at the bar. The local buys another round.

At this point the remaining men do notice Miranda, and there's a slight murmur in the crowd about her. The match continues with some more eliminations and Miranda more than holds her own. The less talented men are quickly eliminated leaving Miranda and two final men. They don't appear like they want to 'lose to a girl' so one whips her into the cage and the other starts to punch her. When he gets tired, the other one starts. Miranda appears to be fading.

Fire laughs at some dumb joke at the bar, as another local buys another round.

Miranda looks desperate, or would if she looked conscious. She finds something at some point, and digs deep. A punch comes, and she ducks it! The man's fist gets stuck between the cage poles. Miranda ducks underneath him and then kicks him to the knee and exactly the right, or wrong, angle, depending upon your perspective. Right for Miranda, as the referee declares him out. That leaves Miranda and the last man standing. He is across the ring, and he charges at her, fully intending to grab her and throw her to the ground. Miranda has seen this before so as he charges, so does she. As he bends down to wrap her up, she strikes straight onto both collarbones. You can hear the snap as the man staggers back, and then falls. A roar of cheers and jeers goes up as the referee pulls Miranda off, who had started to kick him in the ribs, and puts her hand up.

The sound alerts Fire, who downs her latest whiskey quickly and runs over. Miranda leaves the ring and leaps at Fire and gives her a huge hug, which Fire reluctantly returns.

M: Oh my god you were so right I did it I did it!

FW: Good...okay now let's get our money and go.

M: What? We can't go again? Don't you want to--

FW: NO!

M: Why?

Fire has already gone to the betting table with her ticket. She comes back quickly and breezes past Miranda.

FW: Let's go!

M: But--

Fire pulls Miranda close enough so she can talk in her ear quietly.

FW: Because I've already heard the word 'ringer' tossed around twice about you. If they think you're a professional they won't be happy. I'd like to get out of here before that spreads.

M: Ohhh...so that's why the masks....

FW: By George I think she's got it.

Fire grabs her arm and pushes her ahead of her so she can keep an eye on her. They make it to the door when they hear:

SomeVoice: I seen that chick on MMA I swear! Get 'em! Get them masks off 'em!

Miranda and Fire run out the door and hop on the bike which is, mercifully, right where they left it and untouched. The doorman tips his hat, but they don't see it as the scream down the dirt road, kicking up dust.

Fire finally stops the bike a few miles away, after being sure they were not followed. They get off and take off their masks. Miranda's face is swollen and there's some blood from cuts under her cheek, on her forehead, and her lip. But she's otherwise unharmed.

FW: Hrm...that'll be hard to hide from people. Not everyone watches OOWF-TV. I especially hope your family--

M: That was FANTASTIC! Can we do it again?

FW: Heh, maybe next town...let's go.

They get back on the motorcycle, this time put helmets on, and head back to the OOWF Arena/Hotel complex.

[BookerShark]

*The Murphys are sitting at opposite sides of a booth in The Destroyitarium*

Dee: You saw LD's promo?

DK: He and Moose are the 2 originals who never left.

Dee: Dad liked being in that category.

DK: Yeah, but he had a lot more hard core matches behind him when the OOWF was started, even more than kz combined. His body was starting to break down in the middle of his OOWF career. So at Mayhem, I get to face the opponent my father told me he thought might end his career some day in a Taipei fence match, the opponent he respected most of all. Dad didn't see the New Guard coming, which is a subject for another day. I get to face the legendary Moosehead Jack. He's got the edge in experience, by a long shot. All I've got going for me is that I am bigger, stronger, faster, and I was trained by Gator Bait.

Dee: You've got another option.

DK: Not going there.

Dee: Jack of the Hinterlands can help you.

DK: Doing this myself.

[BookerShark]

Dee: You and I are different, brother, even though we are Irish twins. I am facing Ghosthead. In theory, I should be afraid. I am not used to giving up size or strength to opponents, and against him I am giving up experience as well.

DK: So?

Dee: I will take every advantage I can get.

*Daniella Murphy's eyes roll up into her head*

Dee: Ghosthead, you might be able to hurt my body, but you can't hurt me. No one can hurt me. No one can hurt me.

[BookerShark]

Dee: Looks like you are in for a rough night.

DK: Don't I know it.

At this point, Dashing Victor Deniro walks up behind them and places his hat on the table, drawing both of their attention.

DVD: You are both in for a long night, after all, you both face similar yet very different natural disasters.

DK and Dee exchange confused looks. DVD just smiles for a minute before elaborating.

DVD: (points to DK) You face a Hurricane in Moosehead Jack. Dangerous, scary, but a known quantity. You can see him coming, you know just how strong he is. You know the violence he brings, and what kind of damage he can do. Having this knowledge makes him no less dangerous, but it lets you prepare. Now it's on you to "batten down the hatches" and hope that your defense can hold against his relentless assault.

DK thinks about this for a minute, and then nods.

DVD: (points to Daniella) You face a Tornado in Ghosthead. Just as Dangerous, just as scary, but also, unpredictable. If he were to pass you by in the hall tonight, he could ignore you as if you were not there, or calmly inform you of how he will hurt you in the ring, or he could mist you in the face and snap your arm. You will never know just when the danger will strike, and thus you must be ready to react at a moments notice.

Dee smiles and nods as well.

Vic eyes both of them for a minute, nods and then turns and faces the INC. He walks towards it, and as he does, Dynamite Danny Taylor enters the scene and stands behind him, arms crossed over his chest, and a smile on his face.

DVD: And that brings us to my friend Danny's opponent. A man we know all too well. A legend in this business. Stank. It would be foolish to take you lightly in that ring. We have fought both with and against you too often to underestimate you. So this Mayhem, it's all business. But outside the ring....this Saints of Sinners motto...Burn it all to the ground. It sounds familiar, like I've heard it before.

Danny and Vic look around the room, then at each other and smile.

DVD: That's right, you once said the same thing would happen to Drink and Destroy. Yet in that time, we have seen friends come (Danny and Vic look over to a wall that has pictures of the Murphy's, Kai and El Lobo) and we have seen friends go. (They look over to a wall of pictures of Outback Jack, DH, and Spin) yet the core of what this place is remains. You want to burn the OOWF down? Didn't work out so well for you last time. We won't underestimate you....(the smiles vanish off of both Vic's and Danny's faces) don't ever do the same to us.

Danny mouths the word BOOM and we....

FADE

(edited to make it work a little better with the murphy promos, my bad Jack, didn't mean to step on your toes.)

[BookerShark]

Tommy is sitting on top of a skate ramp, wearing a vintage Stranglers T-shirt, jeans cut to skate length and a white boonie hat.
DAMN that was fun.

But I missed the landing. Not by much, but I missed grabbing the championship for real.

Good job, Moosie.

But don't get comfy.

Cause that fall from the bamboo? That just got my interest. Man, that's like taking a header trying to do a 720 rolly off a 30' wave off of Great Barrier. You hit that water hard - but right before that - that split second before - you ALMOST got it. Almost pulled it off.

And all you want to do is go for it again.

So here I come...

LD, dude, you're one of the Originals. Won it all, done it all. Mad props, man. Can't say I dig your dharma all the time, but hey - sometimes, we gotta run with the cards we got. Last time I was in the OOWF, I was a rookie right outta the indies - heck, I was still boarding full time.

Not any more. I'm not that kid. I'm crazier, tougher, and 100% wrestler.

Matt? Don't know you nearly as well. I know your tag - "Future OOWF Champion". Cool on ya. You might get the next shot, doesn't matter to me. Because I WILL get a shot. And yeah, I know I gotta prove my claim by going through you.

Well, over you.


Get ready boys and girls. The wave' comin in - and I'm going for Big Air.

It is gonna be WILD.

[BookerShark]

*Daniella's eyes roll back down*

DK: Dee, we have been talking to Jack of the Hinterlands for years but remember how Dad said we shouldn't bond with him?

Dee: Desperate times, bro.

DK: Have you talked to Danny about this?

Dee: Not something to bother Danny about.

*DVD and DDT walk up behind the Murphys*

Dee: Sorry guys, family stuff.

[BookerShark]

*Fade in to a giant TV, with Moosehead Jack beating yet another foe upon it. About 6 inches away from the TV is a little girl in a black t-shirt, shown from behind.*

LG: Nobody can beat Moosehead Jack, Daddy.

*There's no response as Moose, Stank and LD are shown, getting booed quite royally. Eventually, the camera turns, and we see a 5-ish year old Mickie Moreland, which should generate quite the pop from the TV Audience. She's wearing a Crete and Moosey t-shirt, because apparently they're in limitless supply.*

MM: Nobody can beat any of these guys. Uncle Stank, Uncle LD, Uncle Jack...nobody. I thought they were too old, Daddy?

*A voice responds off screen*

V: They are.

MM: Then why do they keep winning?

V: Because everyone else is stupid, honey. Overconfidence against 3 of the greatest in our sport is simply stupid.

MM: You beat them all though, didn't you?

V: Mhm. I sure did. There's a difference between being 3 of the greatest, and being *the* greatest of all time, after all.

*Another, woman's voice calls out*

AWV: Are you watching wrestling?

MM/V: NO!

*Quickly, the TV changes to Sesame Street, Mickie looks immediately bored*

AWV: Good. Cause I thought we agreed about being retired. No looking back.

*The camera pans out a bit, and we see Davin Moreland sitting in his recliner, shirt off, and, unlike what you might expect from a retired guy, in the absolute best shape he's ever been in.*

DM: You mentioned something like that, yeah.

*Samantha pokes her head in the room.*

SM: *WE* mentioned something like that.

DM: Oh, is that how it went?

SM: Yes. Now bring her to gymnastics already, would you? She's going to be late.

DM: Fine. Come on, peanut.

*Mickie scrambles up and the two head out the door. As they're getting into the car, we hear a bit more.*

MM: Can we stop at Dunkin' Donuts?

DM: 'Course.

MM: Will you tell me more wrestling stories?

DM: Absolutely.

*There's a pause, as she's being buckled in*

MM: Daddy, why did you quit, anyway?

DM: ...

MM: Daddy?

DM: Um...When I think of a good reason, I'll let you know.

MM: What about a bad reason?

DM: I've got lots of bad reasons.

MM: Nobody can beat Uncle Moose.

DM: I've noticed.

*They drive off*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is in the gym getting off the elliptical. Stank walks in. As their eyes meet there's a flicker of friendly recognition, but then the reminder that they are currently at odds, and they both go from almost a smile to a glare. Fire gets done wiping down the machine with a towel, and heads for the door.

S: Fire...Lisa...wait.

Fire stiffens at the use of her real name, although Stank is one of the few with permission, or at least he HAD it, once upon a time. She turns.

FW: Lucas.

S: You know...there's a bright golden haze on the--

FW: Stop.

S: *smiles wryly* Just trying to lighten the mood. Despite what you might think, I don't like being at odds with you.

FW: There's a simple solution to that.

S: Gotdammit, you are stubborn.

FW: It's not rocket science. You know he's bad for the company--

S: I don't care about the company.

FW: Right I forgot... "Burn it down." What the hell do you think you all will do then? Huh?

S: We'll manage...

FW: Yeah....how do you think Jared will do? He's burned enough bridges in Mexico and Japan that it's not gonna be so easy for him, is it. And I can't think of very many jobs that a guy who talks to himself, hallucinates, and is prone to violent outbursts is actually that qualified for.

S: Speaking from experience?

FW: Actually yes. But I only have me to worry about. I don't have a kid--

S: Yet.

FW: Not any time soon. Or a spouse that's dependent upon me, like Shannon is no--

S: You know, the guilt trip isn't going to work.

FW: Fine. See ya....

Fire starts to leave, but Stank puts a big arm out to block the door. This does not sparkle with her.

S: I realize you want to take my arm off and beat me with it, and you probably could. I know "They" would certainly cheer you. But ... well,... we were once pretty close, Fire...you really wanna take us all on?

FW: *quietly* No...no I don't.

S: Then just stay out of it. Sit on the sidelines with Folz, and Evans, and even Jared. Hell, even Alex is smart enough to--

FW: I think you know me well enough to know what my response to that is, Lucas.

S: ....

FW: ....

S: Yeah, I guess I do.

Stank moves his arm so Fire can go out into the hallway. He calls after her.

S: You could change your mind...join us....I know Moose would--

FW: *turning* Moose has replaced me, yet again, with another 'sister' who idol-worships him. Can't wait to see how that turns out. Sorry, Stank...ship has sailed.

S: So you're content to wrestle comedy acts with your rookie?

FW: Any given Wednesday, Stank...anything can happen. Besides, you're hardly headlining this week.

S: Despite his recent setbacks, Danny is no slouch. Depends on which one shows up, but it doesn't matter which one, I'll be happy to take him out.

FW: He's not coming without back up.

S: You can't win, you know. You can't beat us.

FW: See, that's the thing, Stank. Lots of people have said I can't beat them. Lots of them were wrong. If you want me to prove you wrong, too, just say the word.

Fire walks down the hall as Stank goes back into the gym. She rounds the corner and punches out the nearest trashcan, stomping it into a pale shadow of its former self before heading back to her suites.

[BookerShark]

*The Murphys are at the Destroyitarium bar, awaiting the start of Mayhem,literally and figuratively. Ashley walks over behind the bar*

Ashley: The usual pre-match shot of Jameson's?

*DK and Daniella both nod and Ashley pours shots for them and herself. They all toss them down*

DK: Slainte, acushla! Instead of the usual chaser, I'd like a Foster's.

Ashley: No worries, mate! Dee? The same, or the usual Smithwick's?

Dee: A green tea would be lovely.

*Ashley looks surprised, then pulls herself together* No problem, I'll get that right away.

DK: Green tea? Seriously?

Dee: It's healthy,loaded with antioxidants.

DK: Also Back of Beyond Jack's drink of choice.

Dee: Big brother, sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence.