<LJ Bennett walks into the Saints of Sinners locker room, in the background we can still hear the crowd screaming for blood. He shows them the lineup for next week, Moose gives him a look>

MHJ: We're off?

LJB: On the contrary, I want to feature the Saints of Sinners in a six man match against the opponents of your choosing

LDW: Well. the Kai seems to have a whole lot to say these days. He should be one of them. Let's see how he feels getting his neck broken from the Canadian Destroyer

Sta: Who should he team with.......hmmm what about BFE

LJB: those gentlemen are already in a match against Salvation

MHJ: <grinning> looks like the rest of the roster is booked. that means.......Kai can team with anyone.......who is not already booked in a match this week

<Moose, LD and Stank share a laugh at this>

LJB: Fine idea gentlemen, I will do the paperwork to make it official......oh.......and you have a choice, stay holed up in the locker room until that crowd gets tired and leaves, or we can have security escort you out of the arena

MHJ: <jumping to his feet> Let's go, I want them to see us leave. Did you HEAR them?

Sta: I am not so fond of getting shanked Jack

LDW: Look, we have plenty of beer, let's just chill. They want us to come out so they can get their five pounds of flesh. Screw them

<Moose nods, and the three crack open a beer while LJB heads off to file the paperwork>

<Bill and Justin come back from the infirmary and walk into their locker room. Ellie May, Drunkey and Drunkette are there, Ellie May is packing up some of their things. She doesn't look when they come in>

EMFE: Seriously, we have been in Europe for two months, how could you two POSSIBLY accumulate this much liquo.......<Ellie May turns around and finally looks at them, both bandaged up> Why do you have a clown with you?

ABFD: Well hell, he was just out in that there hallway of recently abandoned characters and so we thought he could come back chere with us. This old boy likes him some PCPL! Whooooo!

JS: His name is Chuckles Norris. And.....oh this is the best part! Watch this......Chuckles..........Drunkette

<Chuckles walks over to where Drunkette is grazing on some oats and lines her up, then unloads a roundhouse kick toward her head, but just as he does, she lowers her head to take another bite of food and he completely misses. Drunkette looks at him, clearly annoyed at the attempted roundhouse kick, turns around and BLASTS him with a double mule kick! Chuckles flies across the room and slams into the wall, slides down it and collapses to the floor out cold. Justin and Bill burst into laughter>

ABFD: HAWT DAMN! That was outstandener than HELL! Can we keep him!

JS: Yeah, can we? Can we keep him?

EMFE: <sighing> Sure......why not

<fade>

Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hall toward the Saints of Sinners Locker Room. To borrow from someone else, it appears that someone's going to get their ass kicked. She walks past the GM office where Chuckles is taking boxes out and exGM Selena is following him sadly. Firewoman walks past her on her way down the hall but then stops, sighs, and turns around.

FW: You okay?

exGMtSa-T: No, I'm not ....FUCKING ... okay.

FW: Wow...broke out the big one.

exGMtSa-T: Yeah, well...the situation calls for it.

FW: Indeed it does.

exGMtSa-T: So I see YOU'RE headed down there. I guess all the lovey-dovey between you and Moose was in preparation for this. Have fun.

FW: Yeah, I think it was. But not in the way you think. Oh I'm sure Moose thought that I'd be right by his side now that we've mended some fences. Hell, that's probably WHY he did it. He thought if he was nice to me, played up the brother card, "let's go see the parents" thing that I'd be okay with all this.

exGMtSa-T: And?

FW: ....

exGMtSa-T: ....

FW: I'm not.

exGMtSa-T: ...Really. Why don't I believe you.

FW: Because I lie. I lie a lot. It's like breathing sometimes. And given our history you have every reason to not believe me.

exGMtSa-T: True but...that's all kind of been past. I mean...we've almost been....friends?

FW: Let's just say you don't annoy me NEARLY as much as you used to. Even if I think your child brideness is still creepy.

exGMtSa-T: I WAS EIGHTEEN!

FW: You traveled with him since you were 14. Creepy.

exGMtSa-T: Well, it's nice that you don't agree with Moose--

FW: It's more than that. Yeah, we may have mended some fences but he's just torn down another. You weren't here for the Civil War with LJ Bennett. Moose sided with Bennett, and DEA was trying to stay neutral. Moose and I hadn't revealed we were siblings, and had no plans to but...well, to his credit, he had told Bennett's side I was off limits. No one knew why.

exGMtSa-T: Wow.

FW: That all changed when we went to Korea though, as a bunch of Bennett's guys cornered me in the ring, handcuffed Alex to the ropes and gave me quite a beating. Moose didn't participate, but he did stand on the stage and watch. That got DEA involved on the opposite side, and I will never...and I mean EVER *cheap pop* ... side with LJ Bennett on anything.

exGMtSa-T: I know how you keep grudges, so I'm inclined to believe you on that.

FW: Yeah...

Firewoman looks down the hallway and then back at Selena.

FW: I have an idea. Come to New York.

exGMtSa-T: Huh? Seriously?

FW: Sure...I have...well, there may be something we can do that won't involve the things I have in mind.

exGMtSa-T: What is it?

FW: Not what. Who.

Selena appears confused.

FW: Just get your stuff together, the car should be here for the airport in like 30 minutes. If you decide not to, that's okay too, just let me know.

Firewoman walks the other direction, away from the Saints of Sinners locker room. Camera pans in on a slightly less upset Selena and we faaaaaade.

*DK Murphy is watching Mai's promo when SFJ 3.14 approaches.*

SFJ: DK Murphy, what happened?

DK: She won a clean match. I plan to win the title back, clean. It is nice to know that there are some people with honor here, and I look forward to our next match.

SFJ: What do you think about the change of management?

DK: None of my business. I have other things to deal with.

SFJ: Can you tell us anything about El Jobbero III?

DK: She's tall.

*DK starts to walk away*

SFJ: What about the allegations that you were shown favoritism because you were corporate-friendly?

*DK gets a bit red in the face, and his eyes go slightly out of focus, before he composes himself*

DK: I know I'm not in line for a world title shot, but I'd gladly take on the champ, or any of the Saints & Sinners, or anyone else, in a Taipei Fence Match, if they want proof that I am not just a corporate-friendly wrestler.

<Moose is in the Saints of Sinners locker room getting ready to leave the arena - finally. The pro-Selena crowd has left and it is now safe for LD, Stank and Moose to leave, still, they are escorted individually by security. LD and Stank have already gone, and Moose is waiting for the detail to get back when his cell phone rings. Moose pulls the phone out and looks to see a 775 area code number. Moose appears to try and mentally place the number, shrugs, then answers the call.>

Moose: Hello?

Edra: Moose? It's Edra.

Moose: Oh. How are you?

Edra: Look, I'm sorry we bailed on you like that, but we had no choice. We....

Moose: I know. That Walton's family thing, everyone back to the mountain when Grandpa dies.

Edra: Moose, please.

Moose: I know. I wasn't happy with the way he was behaving, but I know it wasn't good for you. We listened to Mary Lou say goodbye. She's a strong woman to keep working through that.

Edra: She's strong on the air. Off the air, it takes both Sunny and me to keep her afloat. Between the political pressures, the business pressures, and … well, how we were behaving, it was just too much for Dad. We never go to say goodbye.

Moose: I don't want to go that way. He deserved better, should have gone out in the ring.

Edra: I heard what you did, that was...respectful. I appreciate that.

Moose: Well, I did it more for your sister than anyone. How is Clio?

(A long silence follows)

Edra: We don't know. She's not here.

Moose: What? Where is she?

Edra: When we got to the hospital in Salt Lake he was already gone. Sunny and I were devastated, but Clio, well, she lost it. Throwing chairs, furniture, swearing at Dad that she couldn't rub our success in his face. Sunny tried to console her. Big mistake. She threw Sunny into a wall, bloodied her nose, gave her a black eye, broke her arm. I lost it and went after her. It took all the hospital security and a number of the city's finest to pull us apart. Two days later she pulled her half of our savings out of the bank, and no one's seen her since.

Moose: No one's been able to find her?

Edra: We haven't been able to find anyone who's willing to take the case to track her down. She's...too violent. The hospital didn't want to press charges...Dad's name still carries some weight in Salt Lake, even dead. Sunny and I are learning about Dad's business the hard way, plus taking care of the newborns, taking care of Mary Lou, well, we're buried here.

Moose: Having to be the good daughter, eh?

Edra: Moose, it's called paying Dad back. He gave everything up for us, now it's my turn.

Moose: (smirking) And we know how well that worked out the first time.

Edra: No, this time we're going to be honest, tell my sisters everything when they're old enough, and let them be proud of their family. None of this hiding the past. That's stupid.

Moose: Whatever, Edra. Thanks for calling.

Edra: Moose, thank you for everything. You gave me something I never thought I could have. You made Power and Glory the success that it was. I'll never forget that.

Moose: Yeah well........you left before you could really be great?

Edra: I don't have time for this, Moose. I just wanted to see if you'd heard from her, apparently not. Thank you for everything, Moose. If you hear from Clio, let her know, please? Oh, and congratulations on the title win

Moose: Thanks. If I hear from her, I'll let you know

(Moose hangs up the phone and presses a speed dial key. On the other end a woman angrily answers. )

Woman: WHAT?

Moose: It's me.

(The demeanor changes on the other end from anger to that of a very small girl)

Woman: Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry.

Moose: That could have blown anything you could have gotten. Any calls?

Woman: No, Jack. No one's returning any of my calls except you. Thank you, I'm so sorry...

Moose: Later. Your sister called. You left a big mess behind.

Woman: I don't care. They're all dead to me. They're Coxes now. I'm the last Neal left.

Moose: Be patient. I'll figure something out.

Woman: Thank you Jack. I trust you.

Moose: Keep working out and hit those clubs I told you about. Be careful Clio.

Woman: NO!

Moose: Excuse me?

Woman: Clio's dead. She died that day in Mormonville when Daddy died. She was the weak one. Call me Chloe. I'm stronger. I can do anything you want, Jack. Just ask me. I'm stronger than Clio ever was, and I'll never let you down again. Trust me.

Moose: <Moose smirks at this> Be safe Cl...Chloe, I gotta run

Woman: Goodbye, Jack.

(Moose smirks as he hangs up his phone as his security detail comes into the room.)

Moose: This could be a lot of fun.

S: Sir? We are all set Mr. Quinn.

<Moose smirks, lights a cigar and blows a cloud of smoke into the air>

MHJ: Let's go then

(Moose laughs maniacally as we...)

FADE

**SFJ#47 is with OOWF World Tag Team Champions Stank and L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, your actions of late have been, well, reprehensible. You’ve attacked wrestlers, drawn intentional disqualifications - even given your long association with Moosehead Jack, the two of you don’t normally behave this way. The question a lot of people have is why, and why now?

LDW: “Why? WHY? Hold up a mirror. Hold it up in front of every fan that’s called us over-the-hill, every internet idiot that’s questioned our legacy, every wrestler who’s accused us of holding them back, and every interviewer who’s questioned whether we’re worth their time. That’s why. You have no one to blame but yourselves.”

S: “And before everyone gets their panties in a twist, this isn’t revenge. It’s not payback for our mistreatment. We don’t actually give a damn one way or the other what anyone thinks. But, if you’re gonna call us the bad guys, you’d best believe we’re going to act the part.”

SFJ#47: “But joining forces with L.J Bennett?”

LDW: “It’s no secret that I’m not the president of the L.J. Bennett fan club. He probably wouldn’t be my first choice for GM if I was picking. Truth is though, I’ve never really given a rat’s rear end who’s in charge around here so long as they stay out of my way.”

S: “If there’s one thing we’ve proven over the near decade of the OOWF, it’s that it doesn’t matter who makes the matches or calls the shots, it doesn’t matter who else is on the roster or who’s in which locker room. D&D, kz, The Five, The Saints - whatever the name, Moosehead Jack, Stank, and L.D. Williams are the lynchpin. The OOWF revolves around us.”

LDW: “We are the best in this company. Not just the most dangerous, not just the most violent, not just the most technically proficient - though we are all of those things - but the best by any standard or metric you choose to use.”

S: “For years, Moose has been telling you to trust him, L.D.’s been telling you to fear him, and I’ve been telling you to believe me. Now? You don’t have to do any of that.”

LDW: “All you have to do is answer one simple question.”

S: “Are you with us, or against us?”

<fade>

OOC: Good promo, but it's Folz, not Foltz

Kai is in the Destroyatorium on the ooficial Hawai'ian Nation People's Laptop. He's Skyping with his bruddah Aina.

A: I'll be on the first plane to DC, bruddah.

K: The Flyin' Hawai'ians fly again! The millions...

Crowd: ...AND MILLIONS!!

K: ...of the Hawai'ian Nation will be cheering.

A: I'll get someone to watch Noelani.

K: Watching? What does baby mama need watching for?

A: Uh, she's due any day brah.

K: Already?

A: Ya. We figured she conceived on July 4th weekend. She's actually late now.

K: The Kai should not be surprised. So many men liked being inside Noelani, naturally her baby would too.

A: Brah...

K: The Kai knows. The Kai will respect your baby mama.

A: Mahalo. Any ideas for a third?

Kai strokes his chin in contemplation. A sad realization seems to come over him.

K: The Kai will need a second AND a third.

A: What?

K: You are needed at the homestead bruddah. I can't ask you to come.

A: You need me I'm there.

K: Your new ohana needs you THERE.

A: There's no new ohana. It's all the same ohana.

K: Either way, your responsibility THERE is greater than it is HERE. Stay.

A: No.

K: The Kai says yu will stay and the Kai means you will stay. The Kai will not be responsible for you msising the birth of our newest Iloa. Whether or not the Kai get's his fine ass handed to him can not replace that miracle moment when you hold your baby in your arms. You stay. You be happy. You kiss Noelani as she brings our newest ohana member into this world. You leave the Saints of Sissies out of that moment and you leave them to the Kai.

Aina is quiet for a few moments. He then sighs.

A: So who are you gonna get?

Kai snickers.

K: I have no f*cking idea...

In the hotel bar, Amazing Jos and Firewoman are getting to know one another...no, NOT in that way. They are comparing notes of who knows who from what promo when, etc. Jos gets a beep on his phone and it's Carter's OOWF promo.

AJ: See what I mean?

FW: Yeah.

Fire smirks, swirls her whiskey and sips it.

AJ: Don't underestimate--

FW: I don't. But he shouldn't either. He should be reviewing my work before he runs his mouth.

AJ: *laughs* that's not Carter's style.

FW: *all business* I want to know everything.

AJ: Huh?

FW: You've wrestled him before right? Same promotion?

AJ: Yeah.

FW: Okay, so talk. Everything. Moveset...strengths...weaknesses... I want to know where he's from, where he thinks he's going. I want to know when he wakes up and when he goes to bed. I want to know what he eats for breakfast, his favorite color, and if he ever had a pet.

AJ: Sure, but....why?

Voice: Because that's how the predator successfully catches her prey.

They both turn around and see Chris Jericho walking up to them.

AJ: Hey! It's-

Y2J: It is.

Jericho leans over and gives Fire a quick kiss on the cheek.

Y2J: Glad to see you aren't dead.

FW: Me too.

Y2J: Alex! You've changed!

AJ: I'm not--

Y2J: I know.

FW: Very funny. This is Amazing Jos, he's new to OOWF.

Y2J: Oh, right...*they shake hands as Jericho sits down* With LBCW...Champ even. Good work.

AJ: Thanks.

Y2J: So where is the illustrious Mr. Firewoman?

FW: *glares* He is recuperating from his scaffold match and other assorted injuries and I'm not at liberty to say where.

Y2J: Oh right. Mayans.

AJ: So...you guys are....okay?

FW: We are now.

Y2J: It's been, what, three years?

FW: Yeah...

Y2J: I'm pretty sure we would have been divorced by now, or one of us dead.

FW: Probably you.

Y2J: Probably.

FW: Too bad, though. I could have saved you from horrible game shows.

Y2J: Hey now...you know Vince would REALLY like to talk to you.

FW: I'm sure he would.

AJ: Wouldn't the outcome of the OOWF v. WWE show make him NOT want to hire Fire?

Y2J: No, he's way over that. WWE made lots of money off the video.

FW: I don't want to be a diva, Chris.

AJ: Besides...word is, you screw over Vince, he doesn't forget. Pretty sure if Fire signed there she'd be Hornswoggle's nanny or something for months.

FW: The man has a point.

Y2J: *shrug* maybe.

FW: Besides, if I went anywhere, it'd be TNA. Dixie's people call almost as many times as Vince does, and Austin's there.

AJ: Yeah, but you could only win the Knockout belt and never be in the main event.

FW: True. But there's no LJ Bennett.

Y2J: Yeah.

Jericho orders a Grey Goose vodka. Fire and Jos get drinks too.

AJ: What's his story?

FW: He tried to take over OOWF once before...right after I got here. He's like a scary combination of Bischoff and Vince all rolled into one. Moose thought Selena was playing favorites? Bennett will let those on his side run roughshod over this whole company.

They sit in silence drinking.

FW: The last time Davin Moreland was here, and he and Stank rallied the opposition....

AJ: But now Stank is siding with Bennett.

FW: Yeah....*drinks*....so....maybe I'll be calling Dixie back...

Y2J: Or Vince.

FW: Or Vince.

FAAAAAAAAAADE

FADE in on the National Mall in D.C. Walking alone is Stan Fulton. His iPhone rings and he answers.

"Hi Mai... yes, I know you are Intercontinental Champion... yes I was going to promo and say how proud I am of you... You know I've been without any computer besides my iPhone... no I was not going to Tout. This ain't the WWE... Yes, I received a temporary laptop today and I'll promo in a bit.. it's back in the hotel room... I am very proud of you. I may not be family by blood, but you're my sister, Mai. I'm proud of you always. I'll talk to you soon... Bye."

Fulton puts his phone away and looks up to see a floating camera hovering at eye level.

"Hmmm.

"Well I'm back on OOWF-TV. At least for a while.

"What to talk about. How 'bout the World Tag Team Champions. LD Williams and Stank. Two men who, though never thought to be sweet and cuddly, at least could walk through the locker rooms without being spit upon.

"Not anymore. Pretty much exactly what I said. Moose calls and LD and Stank put aside any respect they had and become pseudo-Moose-es. You held onto those Tag Team Championships by cheating. Now, I'm not above a shortcut or two to achieve your goals, but no one outside of Saints of Sinners thinks what you did was to the standards of two future Hall of Famers.

"Eco and I will take those championships from you. That I promise. And when we do, we'll show you what Hall of Fame standards really are.

"As for my good friend, Mai. Congratulations on your Intercontinental Championship. Juni and I always knew you had this in you. Now you don't have to think you can do it. You know you can.

"To this Wednesday. Bill, Justin. We face each other again. It'll be fun and we'll tear the roof off. Let's make this the match of the night and show the rest of the roster what real wrestlers can do.

"And finally, we have a new General Manager. Mr. Bennett. I've never been a man who looks to the past to build his future. Frankly, all I know is that you're GM now. What may or may not have happened in the past is immaterial to me. I hope we can work together."

Fulton looks at his phone for the time.

"I have a meeting with Sen. Franken in an hour. Hopefully I won't be off your televisions again for this length of time.

And hopefully, Juni and I will World Tag Team Champions. Very. Very. Soon."

FADE

**L.D. Williams is in the Hallway of Random Conversations, talking on his cell phone.**

LDW: “I don’t like it either Ma, but Jack does what he’s gonna do sometimes…Omar’s in his rights - Bennett shouldn’t have put his hands on her…Lucas and I have it under control - for now…I called Donnie, but he’s not looking to come back - he’s in a good place, and he’s happy with how he left things here.

The kids are my legacy Ma.….Yes, that does make me your lega-Gee thanks Ma, no wonder I’m a bad guy…No, noone is badder than - look, what you and Wally do in - HANGING UP NOW!”

**Williams stares at his phone, shaking his head.**

LDW: <muttering to himself> “I was going to ask her about El Jobberoo but - yeesh . I need a drink.”

<fade>

*DK Murphy is at a basketball court, shooting 3-pointers from the top of the key. He hits a little better than 1 of 4*

*El Jobbero walks onto the court. DK tosses her the ball, and she hits one from a few feet beyond the 3 point line*

EJ: You hit them better back in the day.

DK: You weren't as good back in the day.

EJ: Things change.

D: I guess