(Wyatt is backstage as he sees the lineup and the new tour posting, He turns red and storms back to the suiteswhere Kate, Mary Lou, and Edra are waiting.)

Wyatt:[/i] Fuckfuckfuckfuck MOTHERFUCK fuck.

Kate:[/i] I take it somethings wrong..

Wyatt:[/i] We're heading to FUCKING GREENLAND!

Mary Lou:[/i] Overseas again? Now?

Wyatt:[/i] I'm not putting this off again. Get us a judge now.

Mary Lou:[/i] No.

Edra:[/i] No? But...

Wyatt:[/i] No? But dear?

Mary Lou:[/i] We've put this off a long time. We can wait until January. Of course I'll have to let the wedding dress out a bit.

Wyatt:[/i] Are you sure, dear? This is a lot of work to put on you at an already....stressful time.

Mary Lou:[/i] Look, I didn't just come here because it was easy. You trust me, I trust you. What we have can wait for a few weeks. We have through April until things get..really difficult.

Wyatt:[/i] I just don't want you to be alone.

Mary Lou:[/i] Silly, we'll Skype every day, we'll be doing the show every day, I'll be talking with you so much I won't be able to miss you. Besides, Clancy, Mike, even Dr Flynn, how will I have time to be lonely?

Wyatt:[/i] Oh crap, Dr Flynn...

Mary Lou:[/i] ...will be at the airport when I get there. I already called.

Wyatt:[/i] You're sure about this?

Mary Lou:[/i] Absolutely. Ok, no. But I've come this far with you, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Wyatt:[/i] I'm sorry.

Mary Lou:[/i] Don't be. This is about family. Married or not, I'm in.

Wyatt:[/i] Yes you are, Til death do us part.

Mary Lou:[/i] With this family, that's not even a certainty.

Wyatt:[/i] (Smiling) Count on it. Let's go check on Clio and get going.

(The family heads to the hospital as we...)

FADE

*After the fade-out to "Hell on Earth VIII", OOWF-TV immediately starts broadcasting. You can tell production value is down, and it's a single-hand held camera in use. We see Davin Moreland, still to incredible applause, slapping hands and talking with the fans, all the while with a giant smile on his face, and he walks to the back. The camera follows, and his first stop is GM the Selena's office. He knocks once before wandering in.*

GMtSa-T: Who just barges into my...DAVIN!

*She runs over and gives him a quick hug*

GMtSa-T: Welcome back, Davin, we're glad to have you back.

DM: Nice to be back, Selena. How's Omar?

GMtSa-T: He's good, he's good...so...let's get down to booking, shall we? I imagine you'll want to get right into it with Evans, so we can book a ser-

DM: *cuts her off* No Selena. I've been out of the mix for more than 6 months now. I can't expect to come back and bump other deserving people. It's not right. I want to climb the ladder.

GMtSa-T: You're serious?

DM: Yup. I'm serious. I start at the bottom and work my way back up. It's really the only fair way to do this.

GMtSa-T: Umm...ok. But, don't you want to get your hands on Evans? Or Folz?

DM: I've already done all I need to do to Evans. I've made him irrelevant and a joke. And Folz? I think he's decided to finally nut up and do something. Yeah, he's a piece of shit, but you forget, I've already gotten back at all of them.

GMtSa-T: *giggles* Yeah, that's right. So...this is really what you want?

DM: No. But it's really what I should do...cause it's the right thing to do. Listen, I got a bunch of stuff to take care of-

GMtSa-T: Oh ok, yeah. I'll take care of it. Tell Samantha and Moony I said hi!

DM: Of course. See ya boss.

*He leaves the smiling GM, and the production value appears to have returned, as now Davin's being followed by ninjacams. Davin spots one, and starts talking as he walks*

DM: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's great to be back...and with my return...well, everything returns...and by that I mean...It's time....for this week's Top 10 Frauds of the Week!

*The "Frauds of the Week" chyron appears on the screen, along with some canned applause*

DM: The Number 10 Fraud of the Week...Creepy Daddy Wyatt and all the rest of the entourage surrounding Power and Glory. They're a nice young tag team on the uptick. But your OOWF Paper Champion likes to talk about has-beens. And Wyatt? You're the biggest has-been we've got around here. A no-talent nothin' rambling endlessly about a dead no-talent nothin'. And for some reason, we're supposed to care about all this? You're a fraud; mostly because you expect us to believe you are in some way important or relevant. You're not.

DM: The Number 9 Fraud of the Week...welcome back to the list, LD Williams! You've lost, what, 468 consecutive matches to the Paper Champ when I'm not the referee? Oh wait, you lost that one too. Kids, parents, find those "Fear The Fraud" t-shirts and bumper stickers and coffee mugs...and if you can't find them; go to OOWFShop.com and get all your "Fear the Fraud" gear. Proceeds benefit the Williams/Moreland Foundation for Children's Charities.

DM: The Number 8 Fraud of the Week...Ecosystem. Seriously dude, go fuck yourself. Find something...ANYTHING....else to do. Try an acid bath. Or taking a long walk off a short pier. Just please; leave us all the fuck alone you FRAUD. Because I know how this will play out. You're here for 3 weeks, do some promos, make BIG PLANS, and then disappear. So, why not just cut out the middleman, and leave now? Fraud.

DM: Your Number 7 Fraud of the Week? Shawn Johnson. I saw you on TV a few weeks ago with that fucking no-talent never-was loser Eric O'Mac. You look like you were both strung out on meth. You're an Olympic Gold Medalist for fuck's sake! I know you left the compound cause you needed to "find your own way"; but come back, would ya? Because as of now, you're just being a fraud.

DM: The Number 6 Fraud of the Week? Anyone associated with the Boston Red Sox. They'd be higher on the list, but no one gives a rat's ass about those frauds.

DM: The Number 5 fraud of the week? The Republican National Committee. If there were anything you folks have left out in an attempt to fuck up your presidential campaign, I can't figure it out. Actually, you're not so much a "fraud" as "awesome". Carry on.

DM: The number 4 fraud of the week is Little Matty Folz, who is now apparently trying to TRY and BE SERIOUS and WILL TOTALLY CUT PROMOS AND NOT BE CARRIED BY MOOSE SAYING "Come on guys! Don't drop him!". Seriously. You hit me with a chair, what the fuck ever. You're not the first person who tried to use me to make their career, and you won't be the last. but for the love of christ...don't insult our intelligence. "It'll be different this time!" What the fuck ever. Fraud. Just like your Packers.

DM: Your Number 3 Fraud of the Week are the NFL Scab, er "replacement" refs. You guys were so fraudulent, that even Fall River's Own Angelo Barros said "no" when you begged him to ref for you.

FROAB: HEY!

DM: Hey Angelo! What's up man! *He calls back to Angelo as he continues walking*

DM: Your Number 2 Fraud of the Week? Alexander Darling. He knows why.

DM: And your Number 1 Fraud of the Week this week if the OOWF Heavyweight Paper Champion Chris Evans. He'll never get it. The more he fights for respect, the less and less and less he'll get. Mostly because, he's a fraud. So fuck you Cubheart! You fraudulent piece of shit. You're the #1 Fraud of the Week!

*He walks into his dressing room. We see Samantha and Moonbeam going over some papers, regarding what I'm sure is legitimate business. We also see a toddler running full-sprint...it sort of looks like a flying mass of dirty blonde hair...jump into Davin, who picks her up*

MM: DAHHDEE!

DM: Hiya trouble. You being good for Mommy?

MM: *nods solemnly*

DM: Are you telling the truth?

*Mickie looks over at Samantha*

SM: She was fine, Dav.

DM: Good. *to Mickie* Now I want to you go in and go to bed. Mommy will be in to tuck you in in a little bit.

MM: *looks skeptically*

DM: Mickie.

MM: *sighs* Ok Dah-dee. *She kisses Davin, and he puts her down. She tears off running to the bedroom*

SDM: So...why am *I* tucking her in?

DM: I have to go to the hospital.

SDM: What the fuck for?

DM: My cousins, are both seriously hurt. Cut me some slack, ok?

SFJ420: Dude, like...Moose is a psycho...and so is Firewoman...and...why would you go?

DM: Honestly? Because no one else would see Moose...and Fire is, well...Fire. So...I'm leaving. Moony, don't forget those questions for "Davin's Den" for Mayhem, k?

SFJ420: I'm on it, man.

DM: Ok, call me if you need anything...

*He leaves. Time shift. We see Davin in the hospital, sitting in a chair between both Firewoman's and Moose's rooms. Ever so often he goes to check on each of them.*

*fade*

<reporters are gathered in the conference room of the Dayton Medical Center. A doctor walks to the mic and doesn't take any questions>

As of this moment, Mr. Quinn and Mrs. Darling both remain in and out of consciousness. Due to the excessive nature of their injuries, we have not been able to ascertain the severity of their injuries. After seeing the footage........which was appalling.....I feel confident in diagnosing moderate to severe concussions. Beyond that......we have to run more tests and take more x-rays before we can determine the extent of the injuries. Both will remain in intensive care until further notice

Reporter: When do you think they will be able to return to the ring?

Doctor: <looking shocked> These two will be lucky to LIVE over the next 48 hours. There is no possible way to determine, at the point, if a return to wrestling is even something possible.

Reporter 2: Were either conscious when they arrived at the hospital?

Doctor: Both were in and out of consciousness, Mr. Quinn more than Mrs. Darling, but they were not coherent at all.

Reporter 1: Did Moose say anything?

Doctor: What? I don't know.......he said something like.......It was worth it.......ok, I have to get back, we have a full night of tests and monitoring to do

<the doctor gets up and heads out of the room ignoring the reporters questions, and we fade>

Alexander Darling, bleary eyed from lack of decent sleep and too much Irish coffee, walks out of Firewoman's room. He sees Davin, who nods and walks over to join him.

DM: How--

AD: Sleeping still. I think the swelling on her face is going down, but I can't be sure.

Alexis Darling walks over to where they are standing, papers in hand.

AD: What's that?

LD: Everything you need to sign to make the transfer to the Tulane Medical Center once she's stable, which should be later today from what they are saying.

DM: Alexis Darling, always good with the logistics.

She shrugs and looks at her brother with concern while he flips through things, reading them.

LD: It's what I do. It's standard stuff, Alex.

AD: I know, and I've signed allegedly standard stuff before, and you recall what happened.

LD: Oh right...about that. You were at the hospital already but.....um....Juni is back.

Alex stops mid signature and looks up at her.

AD: WHAT?!

LD: Don't worry, he's all about Stan and Mai this time and--

AD: I don't care. We need to hire some security.

LD: Already done. Lucky has contacted some of Fire's...um...previous associates. They're out at the house in New Orleans already and standing by at the hospital.

DM: That's subtle.

AD: Fuck subtle. If I can't be there, then I don't care about subtlety. What about here?

LD: There should be some...associates here within the hour. They'll take care of everything...and everyone.

DM: She will not like that.

AD: She can add it to the list to yell at me about later.

Alex goes back to signing, and Lexie and Davin share a look. Finally he's done, and yawns and stretches.

AD: Okay, thanks Lex...I'm going to go back in and--

DM: How 'bout you go get something to eat? I'll hang out here.

LD: What a great idea!

Alex looks between them both and is annoyed for a minute.

AD: Fine.

Alexander and Alexis head to the cafeteria, and Davin resumes his seat.

*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is still selling the effects of Folz's attack*

Evans: Ah, fucking Folz.

*Evans sees the INC*

E: Really, you wanna bother me now? Fine, let's just get this over with.

So Davin was Ski Mask Guy? Okay seriously, show of hands, who the hell didn’t see THAT one coming? Your hatred of me and my success, your bashing of anyone that doesn’t have the name Moreland, and most of all, the fact that your head is so far up your ass, it somehow found a way to pop out the other side. You help LD back to his feet, show him respect, and then you call him a Fraud. Respect from a hypocrite and a self-proclaimed wrestling God, is as useless as the gods themselves. You think I want your respect, or the respect of others? I don’t need anyone’s respect. The fact that I am the World Champion means that I command respect. You can grasp at straws all you want, the fact of the matter is, I’m still the World Champion, and, oh surprise surprise, I did it cleanly yet again. I’m also the second World Champ to ever walk out of Hell on Earth still retaining the title, something that you can never claim. The first one who had actually done this just so happens to be Firewoman. And speaking of which, Alex, if you actually stay with that conniving bitch after she put your marriage on the line in order to satisfy her own needs and threatened to divorce you if you even attempted to throw in the towel, well you’re even more of a pussy-whipped dumbass than I gave you credit for, and that’s saying a lot.

And Folz, once again, you prove just how much you don’t get it. Yeah, you may be just as good of a wrestler as I am, but what you lack is that killer instinct. If the situation was flipped, and your ankle was in that chair, rest assured, you’d be right in the hospital right alongside Moose and Fire right now. History aside, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it. That’s why I’m the World Champion, and you never will be. I do what I feel is necessary; to weed out those who I feel aren’t worthy. Think of it as a form of social Darwinism, except with chairs involved.

And then there’s the champions Challenge. Let’s see, we’ve got Chad Madison and Zane Myers. Two guys who may be able to hold the claim as the greatest tag-team in OOWF history, and I’ll admit, it’s hard to argue with the facts. It’s also hard to argue with the fact that when they’re separated and have to go at it alone, they can’t come close to replicating that.

Next, there’s Kai. The man who thinks that he’s The Rock. I have no idea how you were able to get the best of Ghosthead, but rest assured, if you somehow make it to me, that is not gonna happen again. I was better than you in the New Guard, I’m better now, and I always will be better.

And lastly, that leaves Danny Taylor. Silent Bob. A man who people are pushing as the odds-on favorite to face me. And personally, I hope he does make it. Me and him have got some unfinished business, which he added to last night when he once again got involved in things that don’t involve him, distracting me so that Davin could come through the crowd. And if he does get there, he would have already faced two guys already. So if by some means he happens to face me, I’m gonna take my time picking him apart. I’ll show him why he’s not on my level, and why he doesn’t belong here. I will walk out yet again as the OOWF World Champion, and there’s just not a damn thing that him or anybody else can do about it.

*fade to black*

FADE in on the locker rooms after Hell on Earth 8. Sitting by herself is Mai Muyo. She’s trying not to cry, but a sob escapes her every so often. There’s a knock on the door.

MM: “Stan!”

Mai rushes to the door and opens it quickly. However, it’s not Stan Fulton. It’s Junichiro Muyo.

MM: “What do you want?”

Eco: “Mai, is that the way you great your brother?”

MM: “When he’s a first class poo-poo head I do.”

Eco: “I couldn’t just let Stan keep bringing you down.”

MM: “Stan was my partner and my friend. You had no right to do what you did. I’ll never forgive you for this.”

Eco: “Stan was a joke. The man who couldn’t find a gimmick. The man who somehow beat me for my Intercontinental Championship. The loser who somehow has brainwashed my sister.”

MM: “I’m not brainwashed, Juni. I’m me. I’m not Juni’s sister. I’m Mai. Until you realize that and get Stan rehired, we have nothing to say to each other. The brother I knew and loved is gone. Now get out.”

Eco stands there dumbfounded and slowly takes a step or two back. Mai shuts the door in his face. Now, Juni’s getting mad.

Eco: “That’s one more tally on your balance sheet, Stanley. And I’m going to make you pay in full. No matter where you are.”

Back inside, Mai stands at the door, leaning her head against the cool metal. Her eyes open and she notices an envelope on the floor. It must have been slid under the door. Mai picks it up and notices it has her name written on the front. She opens it up and reads the enclosed note.

“Mai. I know this is going to be hard for you, but perhaps it’s for the best. We both know we were never going to win the tag titles here and you’re too good not to be competing for championships. Whatever the Board of Directors had against me was holding you down. Now you can go out and win the Imperial Onslaught and go win titles, though I fear that it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends, and especially, my dear Mai, to you.

“I have already explained to you, however, that my career had in any case reached its crisis, and that no possible conclusion to it could be more congenial to me than this. Indeed, if I may make a full confession to you, I was quite convinced that Juni was behind all of this. There frankly could be no other. Davin has the slight motive but not the desire to sully his hands dealing with me. Evans is too egotistical to do anything that wasn’t on camera with his face front and center. And Matt only recently has decided to reject all past confidences.

“I made every disposition of my property before leaving Canada, and sent it to my attaché, Martha. Pray give my greetings to everyone I leave behind, and believe me to be, my dear Mai,

Very sincerely yours,

Stanley Fulton.”

Mai drops to the floor in tears as we FADE.

We see Matt Folz catching up on last night's and today's promos.

MF: Chris, I'm going to make this brief because you're not who I really want to respond to right now. You and I both know it's not because I lack killer instinct that I didn't break your ankle last night. No, it's because when we do eventually get face to face in the ring that I want you to have absolutely no excuses when I beat your ass and take that championship from you. And make no mistake, that day is going to come.

Now then, moving on to the man I really want to talk to. Welcome back Davin. I don't even know where to start here, so many idiotic things you've said in just less than 24 hours. Let's start with this: It was much more than just a simple chairshot I gave you. A simple chairshot dosen't give you a severe concussion, a broken jaw which had to be wired shut, 7 broken ribs, a broken forearm, a 3rd degree separated shoulder, a broken collarbone, a dislocated hip, 2 broken ankles which were also dislocated, and a ruptured Achilles tendon. Give me some credit man, that beatdown was a work of art.

But you battled back, became ski mask guy, started fucking with the New Guard. But let me ask you something, and this is a legitimate question, What did you actualy accomplish? All that effort, just to what? Hit us in the head with a pole? There were 4 people involved in that attack, Aina is gone, yes, but you had nothing to do with that. The Kai just got done taking the Onslaught Championship from the longest reigning Onslaught champion ever, Chris is still World Champion, and I'm in the best shape of my career. You couldn't stop any of that. So seriously, what was the fucking point? The goddamn Black Scorpion had a better plan and was more effective than you.

I find it exremely funny that you call out people for being frauds when you yourself are the biggest hypocrite in this company. Don't know what I'm talking about? Well let's just go to the videotape. And I want to point out that this was shot on March the 4th of this very year:

DM: So today, I'm announcing my retirement. As of today, I'm no longer an employee of the OOWF. You won't see me in a backstage capacity. You won't see me at house shows or any other shows.

DM: When I say I'm retired, I mean I'm retired. I'm not coming back.

Folz shuts off the tape and shakes his head.

MF: You know, this seems familiar to me. A past his prime, egomanical fuckwad announcing his retirement and then coming back months later acting like everything is perfect? I can't wait to hear Russ and Razz talking about how you're just like a kid out there. And I guess I should warn every attractive female in our PR department not to accept any texts containing cell phone pictures you took of yourself. Regardless, this is America, everyone has a right to work in his or her chosen profession should they choose. If you want to come back and be the highest profile, highest paid Jobber to the Stars since Jericho's last WWE run, more power to you. But I'm warning you, stay the fuck out of my way.

See, I have exactly 51 weeks and 2 days left to win the World Title before my contract expires, and if you fuck with me or try to get in the way of that goal then I make you a guarantee: I will finish what I started back in February. And I assure you that the last thing you'll see before you pass out from the pain is your slut of a wife and the Anti-Christ you call a daughter crying and begging me to stop. This is your first and only warning.

Fade

*Matt Folz Locker Room*

Folz has finished watching the tapes and gets up from his couch. He calls out to Jamie but she mentions something about a headache and being tired and doing her hair all at the same time. Folz just shrugs as he yells out that he's going to get some food at Ric's. As he leaves the locker room, his cell phone rings...

MF: Oh, hey Hayden...good to hear from you.
No. I don't know what...
I don't care whose sister she is.
I get that you're friends...
That's not the point.
It was just...
What do you mean; distraction?

WHAM. A sledgehammer slams into Matt from behind and he drops to a knee.

MF: *mumbling*Alexander, you're going...

Alexis: Wrong Darling.

Matt tries to struggle to his feet but fails when Alexis drops a knee to the back of Folz' head.

Alexis: I don't know how often we have to make this point clear to the rest of the world. We don't believe in an eye for an eye. We believe that words have consequences and actions have retributions. Insult my sister again and this will seem like a Sunday tea. You want to insult Davin...go ahead, he deserves it and it furthers a storyline. You want to come at me or Alex, we've been there and done that and burnt the t-shirts but we'd be willing to drop to the dark match to placate you Matty. But Sam, Mickie...they're off-limits to you.

MF: You're dead bitch.

Alexis: Maybe, probably, one day but not today and not by you. You do your thing Matt. Have a great year. Be all you can be, but don't bring the Darlings into it. Because if you do, it'll be a very short run to the top for you. It'll be over before you know it. And I am a bitch, that's never been debated...but right now you're mine...Booyah, Bitch!

*Fade*

*Davin Moreland reaches into the back that's sitting on the chair between the two hospital rooms. He doesn't sit down, he just carries another bottle and two glasses. He carries them into Firewoman's room, and, after a brief staredown with the Hired Street Toughs, they leave, and Davin sits down next to the bed, pouring two glasses, and leaving the bottle of Jameson's on the table. As per usual, he starts talking to himself*

DM: So...are you done now, Squirt? Did you accomplish everything you hoped for? No? Jack still lives. Barely, but he lives. I mean, Jesus H. Christ on a Cracker, Squirt. *I* couldn't kill him, but you could? You should have come to me you know. I would have talked you out of it, you dope.

*He closes his eyes and takes a sip, there's some stirring and he hears*

FW: *weakly* I'm not a dope, Sasquatch.

*Davin smiles as Firewoman's eyes flutter open. He hands her the other glass, and raises it to her lips, and she takes a sip. With a big grin, she looks back at Davin*

FW: You know, you're the only one who would think to bring that to a hospital.

DM: Oh, but that's not all I brought.

*He pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his pocket and puts it in the drawer in the side table*

FW: *smiles again* You're going to get me in trouble.

DM: With who?

FW: Oh, I dunno. Alex, for starters.

DM: Yeah, you let me worry about that, Squirt. Tell him if he has a fucking problem with it, he can come see me.

FW: Such a badass....and....how are you...why are you here? Where are your crutches and stuff?

DM: Ah, that's right. You didn't see. I made my triumphant return, and beat the dogshit out of Paper Evans.

FW: *snickers* Good one. And you said you weren't ever-

DM: *shrugs* I lied. It's the only way I could pull off everything I needed to pull off.

FW: But...you lied! You're a face, right?

DM: Certainly not the first time I've lied as a face, is it? Like "Sure Alex! I'd love to team with you!"

FW: *actually giggles* So...does this mean you're back?

DM: *smiles and takes her hand in both of his* Yes Squirt. I'm back. We're all back. Sam, Moony...and Mickie has been asking about you for some reason. "FIYAH FIYAH FIYAHSALT!", and then she jumps off something and busts her head open. Sort of like you.

FW: *winces in pain at the same time* Shut up, Sasquatch.

DM: I want you to make me a promise, and by God, you'd better keep it.

FW: Well, tell me, and I'll get back to you, ok?

DM: *sighs* Ok, fine. You need to promise me that you will never, eeeeeeeeeever, feud with Jack like this...agayyyn.

FW: Cute. *closes her eyes* I'll think about it, ok?

DM: Good. Cause I'm not going to allow you to kill yourself and leave Mickie doing Firesaults off of shit for no reason, ok?

FW: Hmm. You have to stop me first.

DM: I'm pretty sure I could smother you with a pillow right now, and there's nothing you could do about it, Squirt. Not that you ever could.

FW: Bitch, I will CUT you!

*They laugh, she starts to cough, and silence falls over the room. Fire finally breaks it*

FW: Um, Davin?

DM: What?

FW: This is going to sound...silly...but...well....who won?

DM: Alex didn't tell you?

FW: He might have. I forget.

DM: Well, the fans won. They got to see two people almost die. But you won. Jack is fired.

*Fire smiles a little and closes her eyes*

DM: I know this sounds stupid, but I'm worried about him, you know. He's in a lot worse shape than you...and he's got nothing to go back to.

FW: That's not my fucking problem.

DM: I know. And that's what you should say. That's what everyone should say, really, even me.

FW: But?

DM: *shrugs* But nothing, for now. Not that he's ever given two shits about me, right?

FW: Right.

DM: Anyway, you don't need to worry about that, Squirt. You just worry about getting better. Hopefully you can catch up with us soon.

FW: Oh yeah...Greenland.

DM: Yeah. I have to run though, Sam's probably going nuts with Trouble by now.

FW: Trouble?

DM: Mickie's nickname. Well, nickname other than Mickie.

FW: I like it. She takes after her Dad.

DM: *grins* Don't be so sure. Is breá liom tú col ceathrar. Bí go maith, agus beidh a fheiceann tú mé go luath.

FW: *smiles* Bí go maith Davin, turais sábháilte.

*Davin gets up from the chair and steps in the hallway. He grabs his back and punches the "down" arrow on the elevator, as we...*

*fade*

OOC: Google Translate is your friend.

I love you cousin. Be well, and I'll see you soon.

Be good Davin, safe trip.

OOC: What? People don't speak Gaelic?

We come up in the Destroyatorium, and see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro sitting enjoying a round of cold ones. The two seem to be in a good mood, celebrating Danny’s successful defense of the Intercontinental Championship at HOE.

DVD: Congrats on the victory my friend.

Danny and Vic clink glasses and take a large swig.

DVD: Now it’s time to get ready for the Champions tournament. That is potentially three matches in one night, not an easy feat to pull off.

Danny holds up one finger, then points to his eye before pointing to the distance, and shaking his head no.

DVD: You are right, we can’t look ahead without focusing on the first round. You and Zane, a guy you have fought both with and against. Not an easy matchup.

Danny flexes his bicep.

DVD: Yeah, this won’t be a technical matchup. This is power vs power all the way. It may not be pretty, but it sure will be fun.

Danny smiles, he then makes the motion of his fingers running on his hand.

DVD: Exactly you make it past Zane, and the strategy shifts both Kai and Chad are quicker opponents, they would require a whole different game plan. Being able to execute both strategies in one night is no easy task.

Danny nods.

DVD: And then if you manage to pull it off, you face the World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Evans.

Danny frowns at the mention of his name.

DVD: You would be at a disadvantage having had to fight two other matches. If you let your emotions get the better of you, you lose that fight before it even begins.

Danny nods, but the frown does not leave his face.

DVD: But let’s not start counting chickens huh? Zane is match number one, so let’s focus on that.

Danny smiles and nods as the two men continue their conversation, and we

FADE