(Tytan is seen heading down the hall of Random Encounters when he runs into Davin.)


Tytan: Davin...

Davin: What the hell do you want?

Tytan: How are Phantos and Lucios?

Davin: They look like shit...now talk cause if you noticed I would prefer to be alone right now.

Tytan: Maybe its time we take on these assholes together.

Davin: What? You, me, and Eco right I'd end up in bed right next to Phantos and Lucios...try again.

Tytan: Look this is a new war that's about to start. The last time a war like this happened I was on the wrong side. This time I want to be on the right side.

Davin: Kid, you got a good heart...but I am not anyones hero and I don't want to be.

(Davin walks off.)

Tytan: Damn...I thought he would be the easy one.

(FADE)

We open on the Palatial IHOP Locker Room. Skurge and SYB are sitting in folding chairs in front of the lockers. The Amnesiac is standing between the two of them, holding a clipboard in one hand, and a whistle in the other.

Amn: You know... when you were a baby in your crib. Your father looked down at you, and he had but one hope...

Skurge: Solly's dad just hoped the swelling would go down in his son's nose.

SYB: Bite me, Canuck-fuck.

Amn: Quiet, you two. He had but one hope... some day my son will grow to be a nerd. Well look at you now. You just got your asses whipped... by a bunch of goddamn jocks.

The Amnesiac throws the clipboard down.

Amn: JOCKS! Well, if I was you, I'd do something about it.

Skurge: Best Buy shopping spree?

Solly snickers.

Amn: (ignoring Skurge's comment) I would get up and redeem myself in the eyes of my father, my maker, and IHOP itself.

SYB takes his cue.

SYB: JOCKS!

Skurge: What are we waiting for?

Skurge and Solly run out of the locker room. The camera pans out, and we see a man entering the shot. He claps The Amnesiac on the back. It's Frederick "Ogre" Polowokski.

Ogre: Nice job, nerd.

Amn: Hey, thanks. You gonna stick around for a bit?

Ogre: Yeah, thought I might get the lay of the land. Where's that little chinky guy you always used to hang out with?

(FADE)

(Ecosystem is walking backstage when he bumps into Matt Folz.)

Matt Folz: Eco. Sorry about your title there--bet you're a little surprised after last night, eh?

Eco: That might be an understatement. How's the Onslaught Championship treating you?

Folz: Pretty damn well, I'd say. Shame I never got to beat you directly for the title.

Eco: Honestly? I'd actually prefer you hold that title right now.

Folz: And why is that?

Eco: Let me be straight with you. As surprised as I can be by all these wacky plots wrestlers here seem to come up with, I'm damn good at the contingency plan.

You, sir, hold the only regularly defended title not in the hands of The Five. Sure, Run DLP have the Trios Titles and Tytan has the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, but they're going to come after your title first--probably Firewoman. And given the lengths you have gone to protect this title--I'm betting you're a better bet to hold it than I would be.

Folz: Are you making a deal with me without promising any money?

Eco: Yes I am. It's a killer deal, Tytan and I protect your title and ask for nothing in return.

Folz: Wait...so what do you get out of it?

Eco: (smiles) I get Poe not having your title in his grasp.

(Ecosystem extends his hand. Matt Folz just stares at Eco.)

Folz: I'll consider it. (He shakes Eco's hand.) You drive a hard bargain, sir.

Eco: We'll talk soon.

(Matt Folz walks off.)

Eco (pulling out a little sheet of paper and pen) Check. (He puts the pen away.) Time to pay some other friends a visit.

FADE

A lone ninja cam wanders the halls of the arena in London, WV, as it appears staff is beginning preparation for Wednesday night's show. Wrestlers are also milling about, as various common locker room motifs are being constructed. The ninja cam wisely skips past the Destroyitarium, where the mood is sure to have not improved. He continues around the Hallway of Random Encounters, but seeing none, he heads for some commotion. He approaches a door which is open, but has the Roman numeral "V" painted on it with blood-red spray paint. He decides to peek in to see what is going on.

SG: Omaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.....there's smelly wrestling gear in my room.......

At that moment Firewoman appears through the door with more stuff, followed by Lucky, Dr. Freedman, Evans, and Larson. Lucky (also carrying stuff) and Firewoman head into the room that Selena was indicating, while the rest wait outside. Firewoman re-emerges.

Poe: I didn't know we were getting such an entourage.

Firewoman does not acknowledge his existence.

Poe: You have taken Selena's room. You could have at least asked--

FW: She can share with you. It'll be a dream come true for the both of you.

Poe: (clearly annoyed) If this little alliance is to work, certain agreements need to made, Lionness...

Firewoman whirls around to face him, and any trace of hesitation to confront him is completely gone. Poe is a little surprised by this.

FW: I'm glad you brought that up. Because I do have some, what did you call them? Agreements? That need to be met.

Moose, LD, and Stank come out of their respective rooms to watch the show.

FW: First off, you can drop the pet names. I'd prefer you not address me at all, but since that won't happen, it's Firewoman or nothing.

Poe nods, a little amused, but still a little annoyed

FW: Second, you need to get rid of that. (She nods towards the room where Alexander is most likely meditating). Evans and Larson need a room.

Poe: And where do you suggest I put "that."

FW: I don't care. All he's doing is sitting there. I'm sure there's a broom closet he can use.

Poe: Evans and Larson can share with you. They weren't part of our little deal in the first place, and--

FW: I didn't make a deal with you, I made a deal with my brother. I'm not here for you, I'm here to stand with him for the first time in a long time.

She steps closer to Poe, eyes dark.

My days of making deals with you are done. You'd thought I'd have learned the first time, after you left me with a knife in my side, bleeding to death.

MHJ: Wait.....that was you?

Poe glances at Moose and the two hold a look for a minute that isn't altogether pleasant

Poe: It was a different time...

FW: Uh huh. But no, the second time you don't even pretend to hold your word and I get kidnapped by that brat Ecosystem and --

Poe: You have made your point, Lio-- Firewoman. I suggest you--

FW: Stop. I'm not your slave, I'm not your protege, I'm not your lackey. You make no suggestions to me. Got it?

The two stare down for an impossibly long time. Finally, Moose intercedes

MHJ: I think he's got it. Let's get move on so we can get to what's really important.

Fire glares at Moose and LD. Lucky gets off the cell phone.

FW: Well?

L: Still unconscious.

MHJ: You weren't seriously checking...

Firewoman glares again and stalks away towards her room. Moose and LD follow. Firewoman decides she's had enough and turns. LD ducks and Moose takes a roundhouse punch to the jaw.

MHJ: Goddammit....

FW: Lucios. You said it would be Lucios.

LD: Moose said no one would believe you'd be mad enough to go after us over Lucios.

FW: Not telling me of the change in plans is not a good way to start this out.

MHJ: (rubbing his jaw) You would've just argued the point and set us back weeks while we convinced.

FW: Whatever. Leave me alone.

Firewoman walks to her locker room and starts to slam the door, but Moose tries to step in. It doesn't work.

FW: Stay out of my locker room. Rule #1.

Firewoman slams the door in Moose's face. Moose turns, now rubbing his nose and his jaw.

LDW: Yep. One big happy family.

MHJ: Shut up.

Chris Evans is shown standing in the Team FuEL locker room holding his Breakthrough Star of the Year trophy.

Evans: Well, my first year down, and I’ve already made a pretty decent mark here. I’m a 3-time OOWF Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, a 2-time Trios champion, *holds up trophy* this year’s Breakthrough Star of the Year, and…I’ve been in 2 time-limit draws with two of the top talents in the OOWF, the first being Bryce Larson a few months ago, and last night I added to that total with a classic match with Matt Folz.

And speaking of Folz. Damn man, I don’t know what else we can possibly do to each other. We each now hold a victory over each other, but we still don’t know who the better man is. For right now, I’m just gonna consider it a draw and let you have your moment as champ. But just remember: we’re gonna face each other again somewhere down the line, and we’ll settle things once and for all.

And now with the next chapter in OOWF history about to start, we seem to be on the brink of yet another war within the fed. One side led by Moosehead Jack and the other side led by Ecosystem. Now as to what side I’m gonna be on? Well, I dunno. We all know that Fire’s loyalties lie with her brother Moose. Yeah, Fire and Moose as siblings. Seriously, who the hell saw THAT one coming? But the question is: do I stick with my mentor or go my own path? And also, where will Bryce go?

Well, I’ll cross those bridges when I reach them. Right now, my main focus is on the Imperial Onslaught match at Mayhem this week. This’ll be my first stepping stone in my quest to become next year’s OOWF Wrestler of the Year.

Now whether I win, or whether I lose, I guarantee that I’ll make an impact.

*fade to black*

*We're back from commercial and the camera is focused on Ecosystem lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Stank stands over him, dips his finger in Eco's blood and paints a crimson "V" on the downed man's chest.

The camera shifts to "moments ago" and shows Eco just as he finishes his promo. Stank comes charging in with a BIG BOOT knocking the smaller man to the floor! Stank is not done as he hauls Eco up and POWERBOMB once.. POWERBOMB twice... STANKBOMB! Eco is plastered onto the concrete floor! Blood starts to pool out from the back of Eco's head. Stank, breathing heavily, leans over the OOWF Hall of Famer.*

Stank - Step back... Reassess.

*Camera shifts back to the present and Stank addresses the camera.*

Stank - Moreland... I'm first? You bring that shit. All 6'10' 290lbs of it... But know this... What happened to you at Hell on Earth wasn't the end... it was just the beginning... So save your congratulations because what happens to you next... will make Hell on Earth look like Disney in Wonderland.

*Stank looks down at Ecosystem, looks over at Chris Evans who throws his hands up and backs away, then stalks off toward the Five's locker room. Before the camera fades Poe and Selena walk into frame and stare down at Ecosystem with satisfying grins on their faces.*

<fade>

*And yet another fade-in*

A hand reaches down to help Ecosystem to his feet. The camera pans around and we see Alexis Darling standing there. A smirk appears on her face...

Alexis: We should talk.

Ecosystem: Yes we should.

Both have a smile on their face as we...

*Fade*

<Moose walks out of the room and is immediately confronted by SFJ13>

SFJ13: Moose, The Five is your grand vision. People are calling you the puppet master, what do you plan on doing with The Five?

MHJ: You know, I am glad you asked that because I want to clear up a few misconceptions. The Five is not my grand vision. I did not manipulate anyone to join, they are free to come and go as they please. You see, we are different from Run DEA and other groups in one regard, there is no hierarchy, there is no pecking order, no one is calling the shots. We have two very simple rules in The Five. One, watch each others backs

SFJ13: And the other?

MHJ: Destroy all those who oppose us

SFJ13: LD Williams seemed a little annoyed by all this, what are your thoughts on that, and potentially meeting him in the second round of the Tournament of Champions?

MHJ: Its no secret I think LD Williams is the greatest competitor the OOWF has ever seen. I shake my head when people accuse him of being a lapdog, or a lackey. That couldn't be further from the truth. I align myself with LD Williams because I would rather have him on my side that across the ring from him. As for us meeting in the second round? It's been a long time LD, I think at Mayhem we may have to prove that the only ones who can beat kz are kz.

Trust me

(Spin Hansen is still sitting in the Destroyitarium. Outback Jack and D.H. Magnusson are nowhere to be found, and the camera focuses on his bandaged and scarred face. It's obvious that it's Serious Promo Time.)

SH: I've had questions and calls all day. Meltzer and friends. Former Drink and Destroy members. Retired OOWF superstars. Family. Friends. All of them have been asking basically the same thing...

What's next for you, Spin? What's next for Drink and Destroy?

I can't speak for Mags and Jack. They've got their own questions to ask themselves. We've all been taken aback by this and need time to process. If either of them don't want to be part of the new Drink and Destroy, I will accept that and wish them luck in whatever their future plans are. But if they do want to keep D&D going strong—and I'm hoping that they do— then I'll be happy.

Other people are asking what business I have leading Drink and Destroy. "Come on, Spin. What have you done in this company? Fluked your way into an Intercontinental championship because D.H. Magnusson got hurt? Won the DDT IronMan Heavy Metal Championship from a Corona with Lime and a red-headed hooker? Big deal. He's won the Onslaught championship a few times. Magnusson carried his fat ass to three Tag Team titles. Outback Jack is a more decorated competitor. He's been around longer than you have. Why isn't he leading things?"

You know what? I agree. Even though I held the record for the longest Onslaught championship reign for a long time before Davin Moreland broke my record. Even though I had to take out Chris Cole for my first DDT IronMan Heavy Metal Championship. Even though Mags and I were SCREWED out of our last championship reign, I haven't done shit. I've served as a loyal Number Two to Stank ever since Caps left. I've tried reinventing myself countless times, I've taken the advice of scholars, madmen, and sages, and there I am... a big, angry man who never gets attention from the OOWF Award Voters or the Championship Committee or the booker or any damn person... but Stank trusted me for a reason. If he would've asked that I step aside for OBJ, I would've.

But he didn't.

And you know what? The fans don't care about the politics of the whole situation. All the fans ask is that we treat them with respect. In return, we're given respect, adulation, and cheers in return. All that they want from me personally is to see that I've done my damndest to make sure that after all is said and done that I'm the guy getting his hand raised at the end of a match. Same with all of us.

If the fans say that they want to keep on seeing Drink and Destroy kick ass and take names that's all that matters... and I will provide. Like I said before, alliances might be made. People might come and people might go. That's the way that it's always been for Drink and Destroy. That's the way it always will be.

And most importantly of all? Even though I never liked it, I've realized that the Destroyitarium should and WILL always be open to anyone in the OOWF as long as you're not gonna trash the place. Whoever wants a drink, you'll find one here. Whoever wants a listening ear, we've got one. If you ever need to get away for a while, you're welcome here. Hell, I'll buy you a drink.

(He takes a drink.)

As long as I breathe, Drink and Destroy will never die.

And to anyone who doesn't like that...

There's not a damn thing that you can do about it.

(Fade.)

*Davin's back with Samantha after a long night at the hospital it looks like. He's also carrying a pretty big briefcase. He sees Alexis carrying Eco down the hallway*

DM: Nice one.

LD: Davin, shut up.

DM: Oh nonononono, Ms. Brotherfucker doesn't get to tell Davin Moreland to shut up.

SDM: Davin, don't...

DM: No. Davin Moreland is going to speak Davin Moreland's mind. Aleixis Brotherfucker Darling, everything you touch turns to absolute shit. Don't take a hall of famer like Ecosystem down with you.

LD: You have NO idea what I'm -

Eco: *kinda groaning* Listen. Davin. Thanks. I got this.

DM: *scans him up and down quickly and obviously* *batistalaughs* Clearly.

Eco: Well, then again, if you're looking to...

DM: Help? No. Davin Moreland is through helping people for the time being. The people never help Davin Moreland. Does Ecosystem the Hall of Famer see what Davin Moreland is saying? Can Ecosystem the Hall of Famer feel where Davin Moreland is coming from?

LD: Don't you mean, can he smell what you're cookin'?

DM: Shut the fuck up, Brotherfucker. Seriously Alexis the Brotherfucker, why don't you find somewhere to fucking go? Like, away from Davin Moreland. Davin Moreland is so damn tired of bailing your sorry ass out. How much longer is Davin Moreland beholden to Alexis the Brotherfucker?

SDM: Well, ever. She's your sister-in-law.

DM: FUCK!

SDM: Seriously though, sis. Why don't you and Eco get out of here for a bit, huh?

Eco: I could probably use a doctor.

LD: Ugh...FINE. Let's go.

*Those two leave, and the Morelands head toward the GM's office*

SDM: You need to be nicer to her.

DM: Davin Moreland's Supportive and Dutiful Wife has an insane family. Davin Moreland doesn't need to be nice to anyone except Davin Moreland, Davin Moreland's Supportive and Dutiful Wife and Davin Moreland's Mommy.

SDM: *rolls her eyes dramatically* Boy, I forgot how much I missed this shit...ERIC!

*Samantha barges in the door looking through the GM's office for Eric, Davin is not far behind.*

DM: Eric! Our fine and honorable General Manager! Where are you?

*GM the Eric O'Mac stumbles from a previously unseen room looking like he's been sleeping for 6 months.*

GMtEOM: Oh, hey Davin. Hey Samantha. What's up.

DM: Davin Moreland requires Our fine and honorable General Manager for an in-ring announcement. Ready?

GMtEOM: Uhh...no? Give me a minute.

DM: Davin Moreland will see you out there.

*The Morelands leave and head directly to the ring area and the thousands of fans who apparently stay there all week. But, not until he introduces a new song for his jumbotron video*



*The crowd leaps to their feet as the Morelands come out on stage, still dressed up nicely; and head up to the ring, with Davin carrying that briefcase. No t-shirt guns. No glow necklaces. Just these two. And now, Davin has a mic.*

DM: Please have a seat, Davin Moreland's devoted fans. Davin Moreland certainly has a lot to talk about in general, not the least of which is Fatboy the Irrelevant. But no, this is a more serious occasion folks, and for help with this, Davin Moreland would like to call out an old friend for help. You may remember him as the General Manager of this company. Eric O'Mac, Our fine and honorable General Manager, please come out here.

*Eric's music hits and he's still trying to smooth his hair into place as he's climbing into the ring.*

GMtEOM: Ok D. I'm out here. What is it?

DM: Thank you for joining up, our fine and honorable General Manager. Davin Moreland has some business to discuss with you. Important business, actually; but Davin Moreland has a few words to say first.

DM: The greatest tag team in the history of recorded time Phantos and Lucios are Davin Moreland's best friends in this business. As Run DLP, even as Run DEA we were always of one mind; and it helped our careers tremendously, but made us better people as well.

DM: At Hell on Earth, Moosehead Vick and the rest of the Ochocinco lackeys decided to cripple Davin Moreland's brother, Phantos. Davin Moreland was with the Greatest Tag Team in the History of Recorded Time last night, and it turns out that Phantos' injuries are...*chokes up a little* career-ending. He's lucky to be alive.

DM: Lucios won't go on without his brother, and, well, it appears that The Greatest Tag Team in the History of Recorded Time...has retired.

*Collective gasps and shouts of "no" reverberate throughout the audience*

DM: It's sadly, official, and this is why Davin Moreland asked Our Fine and Honorable General Manager out here.

*He opens the briefcase and pulls out the three Campeonas de Trios championships*

DM: Because of the retirement of two-thirds of the Campeonas de Trios champions have retired, that leaves Davin Moreland as the sole remaining champion. Under OOWF rules, Davin Moreland is allowed to find replacements to defend these titles if Davin Moreland chooses to do so.

DM: Davin Moreland won these championships with Davin Moreland's brothers. To Davin Moreland, it would be wrong to defend them with just anyone. Davin Moreland doesn't trust anyone nearly enough to team with Davin Moreland; nor is anyone, truthfully, good enough to stand with Davin Moreland.

*Nervous cheering*

DM: That's why, Davin Moreland has decided to forfeit the OOWF Campeonas de Trios Championships. Perhaps, in the future, Davin Moreland can win this for the 5th time someday. But for now, Davin Moreland has done Davin Moreland's best to restore honor to these Championships; and hopefully the next Champions will do the same. Here ya go, E.

*He hands the belts to Eric*

GMtEOM: You...you're sure?

DM: Ohhh, Davin Moreland is sure. Besides, Davin Moreland has another belt in Davin Moreland's sights. Shouldn't be long at all. In fact, Fatboy the Irrelevant, you can beat up whoever the fuck you like, and take out Fatboy the Irrelevant's whiny aggression. Whatever works for Fatboy the Irrelevant. Davin Moreland TOLD you you were first. Fatboy the Irrelevant? Not only are you first, but you're holding Davin Moreland's OOWF Intercontinental Championship that Davin Moreland has deserved for such a long time now.

DM: Then you can cry to Moosehead Vick, Moosehead Vick's #1 Lackey, Poe the Child-Rapist, and the Other One; and you can all have an "Ochocinco" pity party about it. And when all those championships fall away one by one, you've got nothing but yourself to blame, Fatboy the Irrelevant. And if Davin Moreland has to be the one to take them all...

*Davin whips his sunglasses off*

DM: Then Davin's gotta be the one. Davin's comin', Fatboy.

*Crowd cheers huge and gets to their feet as Davin and Samantha walk up the ramp arm-in-arm, and Eric is trying to fit the belts back in the briefcase*

*fade*

**Stank passes L.D. Williams in the hall of random encounters.**

LDW: “Much better.”

**Stank turns and gets in Williams' face.**

S: “You think I give a flying fuck what you think?”

**Williams seems to consider the question.**

LDW: “No, I don't imagine you do. But that's the point, You don't need to care what anyone thinks.”

**Stank continues to glare, then gives a stiff nod and walks away. Williams watches him go, then chuckles and continues on his way.**