[Moosehead Jack]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Tokyo, Japan
August 27, 2014

OOWF Onslaught Championship Fatal Four Way
Rory Albright vs. Alexis Darling vs. LD Williams vs. Jose Reyna

Non-Title Match
Stan Fulton vs. Christian Carter

Chris Evans & Ecosystem vs. Ghosthead & Matt Folz
Crash & Burn vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Murphy's Law
Moosehead Jack vs. Spider McNulty
Chloe vs. Shane Tuska
Stank vs. Power
Tytan vs. Shinjei Takamura
Alexander Darling vs. Sami Zayn

Card subject to cuttlefish poisoning

[Fire-Babe]

Davin Moreland is having a fit at the Bridges to Recovery Pacific Palisades treatment center.

DM: I LEAVE FOR TWO WEEKS AND YOU PUT HER IN SOLITARY?

Dr.F: Davin, please...

Dr.Monarch: Ms. Quinn esc--

DM: DARLING.

Dr.M: Ms. Quinn-Darling escaped and assaulted three guards in the process. Placing her in more restrictive custody is part of the protocol that she agreed to when she arrived.

Davin grabs Dr. Monarch by the throat. And pins him against the wall.

DM: She didn't agree to shit. Her stupid husband and brother put here here.

Dr.F: Davin, please...this isn't helping.

Davin seems to consider it, as he thinks it actually may be helping quite a bit, but then relents.

Dr.M: I see instability runs in the family.

DM: You don't know the half of it.

Dr.F: Look, Davin, I know it seems bad, but...look....

They turn on a computer monitor and click a few things, and a video feed of Firewoman's "room" pops up. Fire is sitting in a meditative position.

DM: So? She meditates.

Dr.F: She's ... well, she's actually making progress.

DM: She.... she is?

Dr.F: I didn't think it would work at first, but...I don't know if it's the solitude, or the quiet...but...well, for the first time I think she's actually making progress that can stick. If she can stick with it through to September, at her next evaluation well, she might be able to do outpatient at home.

DM: Home? You mean in New Orleans?

Dr.F: Well...yes...

DM: But what about...what about her job?

Dr. Freedman and Dr. Monarch look at each other.

DM: WHAT?

Dr.M: It is our opinion that...she should never go back.

Dr.F: Actually, I wouldn't say never. The level of violence and intensity that is expected....I think would be too much for her to handle immediately after release. Maybe after a few months...

DM: Months?

Dr.F: or...years.

DM: YEARS? Doc...

Dr.F: Davin...believe me, I know what I'm saying here. And she's going to need your help to accept it. Will you help her?

Davin is speechless, defeated.

Dr.F: We'll see how she does at her hearing...There's time for you to decide what role you want to have.

Dr. Freedman and Dr. Monarch leaves. Davin stares at the screen sadly.

DM: Aah, Half-pint....what have you gotten yourself into....

As he stares at the screen, Fire continues to peacefully meditate. Suddenly she smiles softly and looks up, straight into the camera. Davin blinks as it looks like she is staring right at him, even though that's impossible. Then...he smiles back. She goes back to looking straight ahead, still smiling and closes her eyes.

[Sportsguy]

We see the Saints of Sinners leaving the arena when suddenly Stan Fulton is slammed against the wall by an angry Matt Folz. The Saints move in to attack but Stan waves them off.

SF: I'll catch up with you momentarily, it would appear that my old friend wants to have a chat.

The Saints look unsure, but Stan reassures them and they leave.

MF: What the fuck was that tonight Stan?

SF: A World Championship Match. I won, Mai lost, seems like a simple concept to understand. What are you confused about?

MF: Cut the bullshit Stan, that wasn't a match, that was a massacre. You fucking enjoyed that.

SF: And what if I did? Am I really getting a lecture on morality from Matt Folz? The mercenary, the co founder of the New Guard, the man who ended Davin Moreland's career? These idiots in the crowd suddenly cheering you doesn't give you blanket immunity from the things you've done or give you the right to criticize anyone for doing the same things.

MF: Fuck you....... FUCK YOU. This is different and you know it. I'm aware of what I've done and I neither regret any of it nor ask forgiveness for it. But no matter what I did, there was ALWAYS a fucking reason for it. What was the reason for this? Seriously, tell me. You could have had that match won long before you did what you did, you tortured her and you took pleasure in it.

Stan laughs.

SF: Matt Folz, defender of Truth, Freedom and the American Way, who would have thought it. You must be really desperate for those Face of the Year votes huh?

MF: Kiss my ass Stan. I'll see you at Judgment Eve.

Matt walks away as we.... FADE

[Chris Eco]

Ecosystem carries the bloody Mai Muyo to the back after the match, laying her back on the stretcher for the EMTs. She is woozy but speaking. He hushes her and kisses her on the forehead as the EMTs wheel her off. Renata Younger approaches Ecosystem.

Renata: Junichiro...I don't know what to say, your sister...

Eco: Is this...is this an interview? I'm sorry, do...do I have my sister's blood on my face? (Eco smears the blood across his suit.) Is it on my suit now? Oh, what a mess...(Eco smears the blood across Renata's face as she cringes)...and it's on your face now, how terrible.

This blood, it's on our faces, but it's not on our hands. No, it's not. It's on the hands of Stan Fulton.

And bloody hands...well, they don't sign contracts very well. Pen slips through their fingers. So Stan, your offer to buy the OOWF from me, purchase a controlling interest for your company? I want you to roll that offer up, roll it up with the notarized letter, and since I bet it won't fit in your file cabinet, I want you to store it away for safe keeping in the largest storage place you own, right where you pull all your other ideas from.

Renata: Junichiro, right at the end of tonight, Tytan -

Eco: (literally hysterical) Tytan! Of course, Tytan! Because everything else is going so well! What fantastic fucking timing! And all scarred and bruised! Wow! I wonder if he has some demons he has to work through! Maybe we can hide him in the rafters for a year!

I don't know what Tytan has to say, or what he's here to do, but if he's back to play Trick or Treat all year long, count me out. Because I am tired of no one stepping up. Firewoman is institutionalized. The Texans just went home on indefinite leave. Danny Taylor insists that he's not the White Hat I claim he is, and his manager is a paranoid nut on a gumshoe case that has gone nowhere. Alexander Darling jumped ship to World Wrestling Nine Ninety Nine and jumped on Barely Legal and Barely Pigmented. Power is playing Man in the Iron Mask meets Shrek - "She was evil all along, you're the only one for me, you dumb ogre!" - and Tommy is teaming with the daughter of a Saint and kickflipping himself far away from any personal disputes. The Saints are claiming the flag for this company while taking a long piss on it. Who's left, Renata? Matt Folz alone? The Murphys? GHOSTHEAD? I know my client Chris Evans doesn't give a flying fuck about half of this. As far as I'm concerned, the last best hope for this company just got stretchered out of here.

So here's what happens now. What happens now is that I'm going to get involved in Firewoman's hearing and get her the fuck back here. I'm going to find out who ran down Danny Taylor. I'm going to get Tytan on the side of right if he's not there already. I'm going to turn back the WWE's takeover attempts. And I'm going to see to it that Matt Folz turns back the Saints and becomes the next World Heavyweight Champion.

Stan wants to be the villain so bad that he sends me a message by bloodying and battering my twenty-two-year-old sister during her homecoming tour. He has every opportunity to carry our banner against the WWE, take a quick victory lap with everyone behind him, and this is the road he takes instead.

You really want to be the villain that badly, Stan? Then so help me God, I will be the fucking hero of this story.

FADE

[fasteddiek]

Tytan stands with his back to the camera his arms extended wide. Tattoos are seen up and down his arms, as well as several scars on his arms and back. He is wearing a war Helmet. He slowly turns lets out a breath and removes his helmet.

Tytan: I have traveled the worlds and throughout the Heavens, I have battled with Gods and have walked among them but in the end the lightening bolts that I have traveled on took me from the Heavens and brought me back to the OOWF.

And you all ask why?

(Let's out a growl)

I am back because my job is not finished. There is still more to be done, the Gods have given me more to do.

And yes there will be bloodshed. There will be screams and there will be suffering.

Only then I will be able to return on the bolt of lightening. Return to the Heavens and take my rightful place among my brothers and sisters.

(Tytan stares upward to the Heavens for a few seconds like he is receiving a message.)


Juni....you want me to join you on the side of right. You were the one that was suppose to be in control of this asylum and you failed at that. But what they did to your sister isn't the way. Come seek me out and we will discuss the issues at hand. 

Now, it seems there are many that talk. There are many that still talk of being Kings. But Kings fall and Kingdoms will end up in dust and rubble. So it's not them you should be worried about. It is the one that is a God that you should fear!


(Fade to Black)

[wld]

**Miranda Williams enters GM the Eco’s office.**

GMtE: “Ms. Williams, I’m really not in the mood for-”

M: “Dealing with the daughter of a Saint. Got it. Fortunately for me, I don’t give a rat’s rear end what you want. What I do care about is you referring to me as ‘the daughter of a Saint' -as if that’s all there is to me.”

GMtE: “I stand by what I said.”

M: “Really? Despite the fact that it spits on everything that Mai has worked for? All her - and your- efforts to prove that she’s not like you.”

GMTE: “My sister is a far better-”

M: “Person than I’ll ever be. I know. And you’re far more demented and evil than my father. Congratulations. Now here’s the thing. Despite the fact that you don’t deem me worthy of mentioning by name. Despite the fact that you’re a sociopath, an egomaniac, and a pathetic excuse for a human being. Despite all of that, I’m going to give you what you want.”

GMtE: “-”

M: “You wanted someone to step up. Well, here I am. Put me in the ring with the Saints. Any of them. All of them. Put me in the ring with the Kings, with Alex, with the WWE, whoever you want, whenever you want. Cause you see Mr. acting GM, I did inherit one thing from my father.

This is my world. And I’ll be damned if I’ll let the likes of you defend it.”

<fade>

[snelson66]

FADE in on the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton as he walks into the Saints locker room.

MHJ: “Everything go alright with Folz?”

SF: “He just wanted to make another play for Face of the Year. Hypocrite.”

C: “Why haven’t we cut him a new trachea?”

MHJ: “Because he’s not worth it.”

LDW: “He has a World title shot.”

SF: “Which I always said he was entitled to. Doesn’t mean he’s going to win. Like I said to Eco, I mean to become the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion of all time.”

S: “You think you can take my record?”

SF: “Unless I’m facing one the Saints, yeah. I think I can.”

Stank comes right up nose-to-nose with Fulton. Which is a little difficult as Fulton is a bit shorter. So it’s more like nose-to-chin.

Then Stank smiles and puts out his hand. Fulton shakes it.

S: “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

SF: “Thanks, Lucas.”

C: “I love happy endings.”

The ‘interview’ with the Temporary General Manager plays on the screen in the room.

LDW: “Junichiro Muyo. The faciest face that ever faced?”

S: “He’s calling you out, Stan.”

SF: “Yep. So let’s respond.”

Fulton goes over to the small OOWF-TV promo area in the Saints locker room. LD turns on the lights so it’s not shrouded in darkness like it usually is. Fulton pics up a mic and turns to the camera.

SF: “Looks like the message I was sending arrived, was signed for and opened on time. That’s damn right. I used Mai Muyo, my former friend... and someone I still like, to send a message. Think about this: If I’m willing to do that to her, the nicest person in the OOWF, imagine what I’m willing to do to everyone else.

“I told Mai I had nothing more to give her but pain. That’s all I have to give anyone here. Because I don’t give a rat’s ass about any of you. The only people I give a damn about are in the room with me right now.

“I can hear you all say, ‘But Stan. What about all the nice things everyone else did for you? Don’t you think you owe them?’

“I answer with this. What has anyone not in this room done for me ever? Juni? You used me as much as I used you. I’d call us even. Matt? I remember we were a tag team once. I remember I hoped you’d help me along as I was fairly new here. And at the first opportunity you left me high and dry to run off with another fly-by-night team that ended up going nowhere.

“Juni was right. The OOWF is crashing and burning. But that’s because everyone keeps trying to keep the Saints from taking over. You’re all incompetent boobs. Selfish bastards who only give a damn about yourselves but are so hypocritical you claim you’re here for the greater good.

“Get this through your fucking skulls. I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. I am backed by four lethal, powerful and talented individuals, who along with myself make up the most deadly group that exists in this profession. No one is taking this title from me while I breathe.

“Here’s what else I know.

“Juni, you’ve got enough worries with Tytan coming for your head. Don’t complicate matters by trying to mess with me. Five-on-one are not good odds and you’re good enough in math to know that.

“Matt, you were offered a World title shot by me before I became champion and I meant to keep it. You’ve now earned that shot as well. Go ahead. Take your best shot. But remember, the second you do, Christian Carter is going to jump you from behind.

“Alexander Turncoat. Paige is a good fit for you. Dresses all in black, white as a ghost and very emo looking. Perfect for the man who had it all and let it all slip away from him while he chased a marriage created in a drunk stupor and a deep belief that none of what you had outside the ring was earned. Now you claim you’re at the top and that the boys in Stanford will give you whatever you want. Again, another misguided attempt to be loved.

“Wake up, Alex. No one loves you. No one even likes you. Your own flesh and blood abandoned you. Your fake wife used you and left you on the curb with your dick in your hands. You... have... nothing. You are nothing. Just like Folz, I welcome you to take your best shot. I already proved earlier this year that you’re not good enough anymore to defeat me. Back in the day, you were the shit. No doubt about it. But this ain’t back in the day anymore, old man. Go get Vince to sign you to a Legends contract.

“You best wake up, OOWF. Because this is your worst nightmare. The Crusher Stan Fulton, a proud member of the Saints of Sinners, is your OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and the restraints are off.

“Get used to it.”

FADE

[madjack]

Miranda walks back into the Crash and Burn locker room. Wilder is free swinging from hand hold to hand hold on the rock wall, and doing a one arm pull up on each catch… While watching the end of Miranda's promo… He drops to the floor when he sees her…

TW: So… One on one with any of everyone?

MW: I'm not breaking up the team, Tommy. But that pissed me off. I'm tired of being "The Daughter of a Saint". I'm proud of being a Williams, but I am not my father!

TW: Thank goodness. He would make one ugly chick.

MW: Yea… wait… what? I'm serious, Tommy!

(Wilder still of the back of a chair, takes a deep breath and looks at Miranda.)

TW: OK, let's be serious.

MW: I mean it – wait, really?

TW: Sure. One – you're right. You aren't you're father. You don't need to be either. Don't try. Not telling you to NOT go out and take on Stank, Fulton, Moosie, Miss Pantalones Loco or anyone else – only way to see how far you've come, and figure out where to go. I can dig that. Go for it! But do it YOUR way. Technical, clean and sharp.

Two – Lotta head cases in the OOWF, all real good at going Scott Levy Hypno-toad on you. And Juni is maybe better that Moose. Think about it – Juni was bitching because we were just wrestling and trying to win matches, and didn't try to go all "Ghost Recon" on someone? Think about that! (Waves his arms like Kermit the Frog) "Oh, you two are acting like WRESTLERS – what is the MATTER with you?" Don't let them. Don't get too wrapped up in their brain games. That puts you on their turf, at a disadvantage, and even if you win, it'll mess you up. Seen that happen a BUNCH around here.

(Miranda nods)

Three – 'Randa, you go after the Saints or the Kings, you know how they will probably pay it. Just remember – I got your back. Remember, they may be insane, but I'm CRAZY. Never bet against crazy.

And 4 – This came for you –

(He tosses her a package)

MW: From Calgary, Alberta Canada? No name, it just says "The other W"?

(She opens it and finds an Old School Hockey Sweater (They aren't Jerseys!) for the Calgary Hitmen, with the #11 on the back a C on the front left breast, and the name WESTGAARD on it.)

TW: (Whistles) Well, damn…

MW: I don't get it.

TW: That's from my old partner – one tough dude, great wrestler. We held the Tag Championship a few time, plus some single titles as part of WcW. Big hockey guy. Even got me to learn some of it. He still watches OOWF, he's a player/coach there. That's a game sweater – a Captain's sweater. HIS. A guy gives you one, he's passing the torch. That's respect, right there.

MW: Huh… really? (As she start to get it).

TW: Allllllrighty then! Hey, you chill. Be back in a few, I'll bring some Nos back.

MW: Where are you headed?

TW: Gotta have a talk with some folks…. And rattle a chain or three.

[blownspot]

OOC - This takes place before Stan's and MJ's promos because I don't feel like re-jiggering it.



*Stank is standing in the doorway of Eco's office and gives Miranda's speech a mocking clap, too much like the Joker's mock clapping of Commissioner Gordon, for Ecosystem's taste. Stank slowly steps into the office, as Miranda backs up a step into a defensive posture. Stank ignores her and lays his Intercontinental Championship belt on Eco's desk.*

Stank - Hey. Sign me up while you're at it. Put me in the ring with The Saints. Any of them. All of them. Put me in the ring with the Kings, with Alex, with the WWE, whoever you want, whenever you want.

*Stank laughs as Eco and Miranda give him sour looks.*

Stank - Seriously? Seriously? What the fuck are either of you so upset about? Huh? Mai? Please. Ain't no shame in losing to the OOWF World Champion. She got beat. It happens. Where was your righteous indignation when Stan beat my brother for that belt, huh? Oh well... yeah he's not your twenty two year old defenseless sister on a homecoming tour, right? She obviously didn't know what she was getting herself into, right?

*Silence from both Miranda and Eco.*

Stank - So... once again The Saints are the "bad guys". Why? What did we do? After Stan won the World Championship we laid Ghosthead out. We beat him down so bad that- oh wait... no. We let him walk away. Hmmmm OH I GET IT! We're the bad guys because of the HEINOUS... BRUTAL BEATING we gave your sister Mai after she had already lost- Oh wait... no. We didn't touch her. Stan merely had a few words of wisdom to impart and afterward we simply took our leave.

Eco - Why are you here, Stank?

Stank - Well I'll tell you, Juni. I heard your little promo from earlier and was standing there in the door for young Ms. Williams answering of the call... and I got to tell you... You're making a mistake. You... You'll make for one hell of a piss poor hero. I mean... I really don't think that is the route you should be taking.

*Stank throws up his hands in resignation.*

Stank - I mean great! You want to help bring Lisa back to the OOWF... more power to you. I would love for her to be back. That's something you and I can agree on... that doesn't make you a hero though... as nice as a gesture it would make. You want to find out who ran down Danny Taylor... Excellent! You do that... though you might not like what you find. I ain't saying I know anything... I'm just saying.

*Stank shrugs his shoulders.*

Stank - You want Tytan on the side of right? Shit. Tytan hasn't been right since the day we met him.

*Stank smirks.*

Stank - You are going to see to it that Matty Folz becomes the next World Heavyweight Champion and turns back the Saints in the process? What's your boy Chris Evans think about that plan? Because as much as he may want to be a Grand Slam Champion, I'm willing to bet being World Champion again... might be just as enticing.

And then there is Alex and the WWE.

*Stank picks up his Intercontinental Championship and slings it over his shoulder as he slowly shakes his head.*

Stank - What to do about the WWE...? I know this. You being the hero... that shit ain't gonna work. You obviously didn't get the message Juni. You're no hero. You never have been, for as much as you have wanted to be one, it ain't in you. You sittin in that chair... that's a problem... because in that chair your hat is blacker than any the Saints wear. No. It's probably better you should hop in the ring and fight, you know? Lead by example... but don't try any of that hero shit. No that will only get you beat.

Eco - Get out.

Stank - I will in a sec. I just want to say I think I know the reason you are so fucking upset. It's not because Mai lost in a OOWF World Championship match. It's not because of Firewoman's situation, or Danny Taylor getting run over, or us, or the WWE. No. It's because of what it has always been with you....you realize the OOWF is not shaped... in your image.

It's shaped in our image... the Saints of Sinners... and you have no hand in it.

And now with the WWE knocking at the door what this situation calls for are not heroes...but villians... and there ain't none better than us.

No... with you trying to exercise control the only thing we will end up with is you holding all the championships and your face plastered over everything as this company is run into the ground and Vince eventually buys what's left.

The Saints...? We ain't going to allow you the luxury of stroking your ego because despite what Miranda here might think...

... this is our world... the Saints of Sinners. The OOWF belongs to us and we do with it what we please. Build it up, burn it down, it's ours to rule as we desire. I don't care if you call yourself king, or god, the OOWF belongs to the Saints of Sinners. Your ego... doesn't measure up.

So Juni... You want to be the hero...? Be my guest. It's your funeral.

*Stank looks into Miranda Williams eyes.*

Stank - Don't believe me?

*Stank turns around and walks out of Eco's office as the camera fades.*

[fasteddiek]

**Tytan can be seen staring into the flames that overtake the screen.**

Tytan: It seems there has been a line drawn in the sand. Juni you have lost control of this place, but still chaos is where you find away to thrive. But the Gods have told me that a war is coming to the OOWF. A War that has been here going on during your watch. And now you want to fight back. What you don't understand is your Army isn't ready to take them on. 

Kingdoms burn and crumble. And new ones rise and they fall as well. I have seen it happen over and over again.

But what will rise out of the ashes of another battle that will be filled with pain and suffering and blood.

How much are you willing to sacrifice to save your legacy? You were willing to be buried alive once for a cause. I was the one that saved you and ended your misery. How far will you go this time? Look at what happened already and the worse hasn't even started. Then there are those you believe are your allies...where are they? Why should they trust you.

These are the questions you need to ask yourself.

The Fires tell me once you understand that then your army will find you.

(Fade)

[wld]

**SFJ#47 is with L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., this week you have a shot at the Onslaught Championship in a match where you face not only Champion Rory Albright, but also Alexis Darling and Jose Reyna. Your thoughts?”

LDW: “Well lets run the line, shall we? Alexis Darling, a woman who’s biggest mistake is thinking she still has something to prove. We already know she’s better than Alex - we've known that for years. If she’s focused on the match, she’s the biggest threat. If she’s focused on little Alex or Carter….well you get the picture.

Next, Jose Reyna - the king who thought he was a Saint. You want to burn down my company to solve your little mystery? Little piece of advice - stay out of my way or Jason Allen won’t be the only king not coming back.

And finally the Champion. Rory Albright - the Sun King. One side of your mouth is calling me an old man while the other is asking Jack for a truce. Some advice for you, since I’m being so free with it - Moose doesn’t control the Saints. He may like you. He may appreciate your attitude. Hell, he might admire your tattoos. Doesn’t matter. Wednesday night you’re in the ring against me. And no truce, real or imagined, is going to save you.”

**L.D. turns to walk away.**

SFJ$47: “Wait! One more question.”

LDW: “Tytan.”

SFJ#47: “He’s back,”

LDW: “Part of him is, at least. Bygones are bygones. But it’s the Saints’ world now. If he can’t accept that...I’ll end him again”

<fade>

[fasteddiek]

Tytan stands back to the camera with his hands wide. His War Helmet is on. He yells as he turns around to face the camera.

Tytan: Shinjei Takamura!

          I have come down from the Heavens and returned to the OOWF and it seems the name Tytan has been on the mouths of the rest of the roster.

                (Tytan laughs toward the Heavans.)

         But you....Shinjei!

         You will have the honor of being my first sacrifice to the Gods.

         The world needs to know that Tytan has returned and your carcass will be my calling card!

         For the power of lightening and thunder run through this body and we are ready for Battle.

         (He shows the camera his arms)


         You see these scars that are on my arms. Those are from the battles of my lifetime. The hell that I have faced. But I will tell you that I survived and became the          warrior you see in front of you today!

          Shinjei, do you understand what you are going to face? Do you understand that there will be blood, and you will scream for mercy?

          Do you also understand that this God knows no Mercy!

          And for you LD-

         You are a Hell of a warrior! And I know the battle we had and I respect what you had to say. But there will be a time when we will do battle again, and I am looking forward to it. But now is not the time. The Heavens tell me there are other things that I must do before that.

         Shinjei be ready because this will be the last ring you set foot in!


(FADE)

 

[Sportsguy]

We see Matt Folz standing alone in front of a camera.

MF: I'm on my way to go see Mai in the hospital but I wanted to address a few points first.

Stan, I honestly have no damn clue what you're talking about. I'm the first person to point out what an asshole I am and I couldn't care less about being Face of the Year. Although I do appreciate the irony of a man who's changed his gimmick more often than his football team changes shitty quarterbacks calling me a hypocrite. Hell, I'm not against violence or post match attacks, I think I've proven that over the years. It has to have a point though, and I can't figure out what message you were trying to send. You were trying to send a message to Eco? Then go attack him, why take it out on Mai? You were trying to prove that you're a badass? Shit, everyone knew that. You came to me just after you joined the Saints and asked me not to paint you all with the same brush, I took you at your word and gave you the benefit of the doubt. Well let me tell you something buddy, violence just for violence sake makes you just as bad as Moose and Chloe.

Now Eco, I am very sorry about what happened to Mai and I'm willing to go up against anyone you put in front of me. But don't you dare make me the symbol of some kind of rebellion. My hat isn't, has never been and never will be White. And as far as you helping me become World Champion is concerned.... All I want you to do, if you do anything at all, is ban the Saints from ringside and assure that this is a one on one match between Stan and I. If I can't win the Championship on my own merits, then I don't deserve to be champion at all.

Matt walks away as we....... FADE

[wyattcox]

(It's late at night. Power is sitting in her room next to Shane and Spider's rooms. The lights are dim so the Ninjacam can't see her face. But we can tell she's been crying. She senses the Ninjacam and starts talking without facing the camera.)

Congratulations, Moose. You lost, but you accomplished your goal. Now Shane is doubting himself, feeling he has to protect me. You're in his head. But you haven't won. It's taking all my efforts to push Shane. To convince him that our cause is just. But before he only had to worry about Spider. Now he worries about me. Not a problem. I can take better care of myself than anyone thinks. I'm getting back on track. Between my formula and Spider's tea I'm healing faster, putting muscle back on, and building a fire inside me that I've never felt before. And yeah, Stank. I know you're pissed, you want to get even for my embarrassing you at Blood on the Walls back in April. Getting powerbombed by the rookie that you're clearly better than. (Power snickers) Yeah, I'm wounded. Yeah, I gotta wear that helmet. (Pointing to the bedside table) I'm far from 100%. But I've got enough, Stank. I've got more heart and more desire than you. And the situation hasn't changed that much in four months. I'm still better than you.

My deluded sister thinks she can handle my Shane. Clio, Shane knows all about you and what you've done. From the beating in Elko to the Gauntlet. He's not happy. He wants to tear you apart. And guess what? I'm not gonna stop him. Be prepared for the fight of your life.

And Moose? Bravo. (Edra golf claps) Brilliant move. Take on a man old enough to be your father. I'll be honest, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have dropped Spider on you for the pin last week. But after what Spider did to you and Chloe, I figured it couldn't get you madder. But it did embarrass you. And a day we can leave the Saints embarrassed in the ring is a good day.

And Fulton, message received. Let me send a little message to you. You know what I'm capable of. You pull that shit on another friend of mine, I'll take you out. Myself. No help. Just me. I'll get me an ax of my own and chop you off at the stumps. then I'll run you through the meat grinder and make pet food for Fire's menagerie. Do I make myself clear? Keep that world championship, but keep away from my friends.

So Saints, bring it. In the final analysis we're more than a match for you. And to the board, whoever you put across from us for our Pay Per View title defense, we'll be ready. And if it's the Saints, it'd be perfect for us to show up the Saints in Embarrass Minnesota.

(Power turns toward the camera and despite the bad lighting we can see the swelling and discoloration from the bruising and damages to her face along with red eyes from crying.)

Bet on it!

(Power turns back and lays down on her bed, obviously in a much better mood. She grabs one of her pillows and lets out a contented sigh as the camera fades.)

[madjack]

Tommy Wilder is in the GM's Office –

TW: Dude, why the static?

GMtE: Because "dude" (finger quotes), we have the Saints, The Kings, Alexander Darling all trying to take over the OOWF in their own image. And Firewoman is indisposed, Texpress is out of the picture for who knows HOW long, Danny doesn't seem to want to step up, Power is seemingly losing it, heck… the "black hats" are taking over and the rest of you don't seem to care!

TW: And you do?

GMtE: What?

TW: Eco, I've been around a loooong time, man. Maybe nobody is following you lead 'cause they don't TRUST you. It's not like you have an exactly stellar record, man. You like to play head games, dude – eventually, nobody is gonna play with you, and all you can do is play with yourself.

GMtE: Cute.

TW: Seriously. Nobody is stepping up? Man, people are out there, helping out. We're WRESTLING. Someone jumps a buddy, we're out there. You think we should be out there jumping people behind the scenes, pulling weapons and all the other crap that the Saints and Kings are doing?

What happened to Mai SUCKS. And yeah, folks wanna see payback. So do you. So you are out there trying to recruit Danny – even though hitting someone with a car is totally your vibe, man. Your recruiting Tytan. You're getting Fire outta the padded room hotel. Getting Folz all revved up and even played my partner for this. You know what you HAVEN'T done?

You haven't LED the charge. C'mon – you think folks are gonna skate through a wall for some guy in standing on the sidelines, telling them to?

You can make it happen, man. But you gotta put some skin on the line too. Show folks you not only got their back so they get a fair shot, but you'll take a kiss from the asphalt too.

I'm gonna back my buds, like I always do. I'm gonna wrestle, go for gold. Like I always do. I'll even screw with some folks cause…. Well, sometimes it needs to happen. But you want a revolution?

Pull on your beret, pick up the flag and step up.


Now I'm gonna find out where my partner went off to before she hurts someone.


(Wilder leaves)

GMtE: What the hell. He was – coherent.

[madjack]

Wilder walks toward the parking lot....


"Geeze - two serious conversation in one week? I really need to go do something.... not serious."


Heh.

[Moosehead Jack]

<Moose and Chloe are in the Saints of Sinners locker room. Moose looks haggard and worn out, likely from a long night of drinking. Chloe walks around Moose, and softly sings>

The itsy-bitsy Spider
Climbed in the wrestling ring
Down came the pain
Now Spider can’t feel a thing

Spider, there was a time when getting into the ring with you was a guaranteed night of pain. And yeah, you can still bring it from time to time. You got the pin on me last week. Congratulations. See, Spider, you are someone I understand, I get where you are coming from. Unlike those jackasses in Connecticut, you know when your time in the spotlight is done. You know when it is time to turn your attention to the next generation. I understand that. You have Shane and Power, I have Chloe and Stan.

But there is one place where you and I differ greatly Spider. Age. There is nothing you or I can do about it. Age wins. Always. See, I already know I won’t listen. I know that one day my time in the OOWF will come to an end. And I know I will go to Japan and I will do whatever I have to do to keep doing this. This is all I know. And I know, there will come a time when I can’t hang with the guys in Japan and I will end up wrestling green as hell kids in high schools, in front of two hundred people, and I won’t be able to keep up with some punk ass that I would have murdered in the past. See, I know, one day, they will carry me from the ring and drop me into the ground. I know this. I have made peace with this.

But you? Is that your road Spider? You are already on the decline, you have said as much yourself. And now, you lead your future into a feud with the Saints? A feud YOU have decided to get involved with? Spider, my friend, you have been around long enough to know, this is a war you cannot win. The sick and the old. Power is the sick……she is wounded, but she can heal. She can heal in time to save Tuska. You, however, are not going to get any younger. Each time you step into that ring with the Saints, your career is closer and closer to being over. And this week, I will be happy to be the one to put the final nail in the coffin.


All just for fun
Jack inflicted lots of pain
And the itsy-bitsy Spider
Will never walk again

Spider, those tag titles are coming back to the Saints. That is not bragging, that is not a threat, that is fact. And there is not a damn thing you can do to stop us

Chloe: Trust us

<Chloe laughs maniacally and Moose lights a cigar as we fade>

[BC]

Rory Albright is at a Japanese massage parlor, drinking a beer, in a robe, about to go in when SFJCass comes out of nowhere with a microphone.

SFJC: Rory, this Wednesday, you...

RA: Where the hell did you come from hooker?

SFJC: Um, I'm not a ho...

RA: You got his job somehow. You're not talented, but the Sun King knows what you were gonna ask so I'll answer. Yes, on Wednesday, I'll defend my Onslaught Championship against not one, not two, but three challengers. The powers that be here keep sending challenger after challenger and I keep knocking 'em down, so now they send three at once. Once again, they like screwing over the Sun King, stacking the deck...if you weeeeeel.

Maybe I should consider that... other offer.

SFJC: What offer?

RA: Hooker, I'm not done. But that's none of your business. Now, LD Williams. I keep beating you yet you're still a challenger for my title somehow. Whatever. As for my discussion with Moosehead Jack that the 'Man of Few Words' felt the need to comment on, it simply doesn't concern you. I wasn't out to make peace. There's no quarrel there. I was simply lettin' him know I was stayin' out of his business, and he stay out of mine. You? It wasn't about you, son. You ARE my business. At least this week. So there is no peace. Thee is no truce. I'm gonna beat you, Reyna, or Alexis and keep my title. 'Cuz it's what the Sun King does. He wins. And you lose. Now beat it, hooker.

SFJ Cass leaves as Rory heads to the back. As she walks out the door, she's grabbed by the hair from behind and slammed to the ground. Carrie Weiss stands over her.

CW: This is running theme here. I really had no choice. Konichiwa and sayonara. Slut.

[Doug]

We come up in Temporary GM the Eco's office, where he is obviously still frustrated over recent conversations and working on his laptop. There is a light rapping on the door, and Eco quickly slams the laptop shut. He looks over and sees Victor Deniro standing there leaning on his cane. Eco leans back and crosses his arms over his chest.

Eco: Come to interrogate me Detective Deniro.

Victor smirks at this before limping into the room, he motions to a seat and Eco nods for him to take it.

DVD: While you are still a name I am looking into (hearing this Eco's eyes start to narrow before he catches himself and plasters a fake smile in place) but I am not here about that. Rather I am here to discuss this weeks lineup.

Eco: And what demands are you looking for pray tell?

DVD: No demands, I am merely curious as to why my client Daniel Taylor was not scheduled for a match this week.

At hearing this Eco looks surprised and reaches over moving some paperwork before finding the current lineup. He let's out a little huh before returning his fake smile.

Eco: Well Mr. Dinero this is quite the oversight, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm sure we can work Mr. Taylor into a three-way match or possibly call up a local for an exhibition match.

DVD: Actually Danny wanted me to see if you could keep him off the card for this particular week.

Eco: Why would I want to do that. Daniel is quite the fan favorite, it would disappoint our paying customers for him not to perform.

DVD: Perhaps, but he is currently attending to something rather important and is worried that he would not be able to make it back in time to truly prepare for a match.

Eco: Oh, really? Where is your client that is so important.

DVD: At the hospital sitting by the side of your sister. With all she has been doing for him lately, he feels obligated to be there for her now.

At hearing this, for a moment Ecosystem looks humbled, but this last for a mere second before he returns his fake smile.

Eco: Well, I don't like playing favorites, but I suppose Mr. Taylor can take this one night off.

The scene then cuts to a hospital room where Mai is being held for observation. She has been sedated and is sleeping peacefully. Danny Taylor sits nearby watching her. He gently lays his hand on top of hers and then places his other across his heart. After a moment, he reaches into a nearby bag and pulls out a shakuhachi and places the end to his lips. He begins to play a soft and relaxing melody, and in her sleep, Mai smiles slightly relaxing to the music of her homeland.

FADE

[fasteddiek]

Camera comes up with Tytan sitting in the middle of the ring. Eco is walking around and behind Tytan is a water cooler and two midgets.

Tytan: (Looking to Eco) What in the name of the God's above do You want me to do what?

Eco: It's simple its the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. I thought it was the perfect way for us to start are friendship over again.

Tytan: Really? What makes you so sure I am ready to be friends with you again. I have traveled the universe long enough and have learned more. I am much smarter then I was the first time around.

(Tytan remains calm the whole time and finds it a bit amusing.)

Eco: Awh. come on Tytan you know we have chemistry together. Look at the promos we use to cut.

Tytan: They were entertaining, and the Taco Bell runs.

Eco: So all you have to do is let these two little people dump this bucket of ice water over your head.

Tytan: Little bit... (laughing)What did you get them at half price.

Eco: Actually I did.

Tytan:  I didn't think that how it is suppose to go.

Eco: No, you are right there is more to it. You have to choice Tytan. You can make a donation of at least 10 dollars to ALS and then we get the ice dumped on you. Or you pay me $100.

Tytan: What....that's not how its suppose to go.

Eco: Well it's OOWF policy that I just put into effect. So what are you going to do Tytan?

Tytan: Midgets....really. Do you think that they are actually going to be able to lift the thing over there heads. Or even get it over mine.

Eco: I got them ladders.

(The little people get the ladders from the ring corner and set them up.)

Tytan: At least it wasn't a big part of the budget.

Eco: So what are you going to do Tytan.

Tytan: Well I'm not paying you money.

Eco: Little people get the bucket ready.

(The midgets start struggling trying to lift the bucket as they go up the ladder.)

Eco: Come on, we don't have all day.

Tytan: You see having problems already.

(The midgets continue to struggle and can only get the bucket. One falls off the ladder.)

Eco: Why can't I get some good help these days. This is why I need you on my team Tytan.

Tytan: (Finally had enough) Look let me help.

(Tytan grabs the bucket knocking the two midgets off the ladders. He then takes the bucket and backs Eco into a corner.)

Eco: Tytan easy buddy. Just trying to make things fun.

Tytan: Look here Eco. I have returned to the OOWF for a reason and if you want me to join up on your team then you need to try something different than stuff like this.

(He holds the bucket in front of him.)

Tytan: But if you want to play this way then how about this. Before I do this I nominate....Moosehead Jack. Matt Foltz, and The Champ.

Eco: Good you are playing nice. So go ahead and dunk yourself then.

(Tytan looks at him. Smiles.)

Tytan: I have a better idea for this.

(He takes the bucket and dunks it on Eco. And puts the bucket on Eco's head. He turns around and looks at the two midgets who are heading in his direction. Tytan laughs and flexes and growls at the two of them stopping them dead in their tracks. They turn and run in the opposite direction of Tytan as he leaves the ring.)

FADE

[Sportsguy]

We cut to Matt Folz standing backstage while Jaime stands beside him holding a bucket of ice water.

MF: Hi, I'm Matt Folz and recently Tytan challenged me to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, even though he apparently still can't pronounce my damn name correctly. It's F-o-l-z, there is no t in there. Regardless, this is for a great cause so I have my amazing wife....who incidentally is WAY too excited to do this... here to help me. Ready hon?

JF (Smiling): Oh, am I going to enjoy this.

Jaime pours the bucket over Matt's head.

MF: Fuck me that was cold.

Jaime laughs and then looks into the camera.

JF: Once she's out of the hospital in Hiroshima, both Matt and I challenge our friend Mai Muyo to do this. Mai, get well soon, we look forward to seeing you back on the road with us hopefully next week.

MF: Well said. I also challenge, just out of a perverse sense of curiosity how hilariously they screw this up, Justin Sane and Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. And I also challenge one more person...

Matt grabs a bucket from off screen.

JF: Oh don't you even think about it.

Matt grins.

MF: Just so I don't get to have all the fun, I also challenge my lovely wife.

Matt pours it over Jaime's head as she screams and then laughs. The couple share a kiss as we....... FADE

[madjack]

Danny Taylor is sitting at Mai's bedside having a conversation when suddenly, out in the hall….

(Rattling noises, sounds of rubber wheels on the floor, shouting)

Voice: Shiro! Shire Watanabe! You come back here!!!!

Familiar Voice: C'mon little dude! Let's make a run for it! TAIL KICK!!!!

(Voices of orderlies yelling "look out!" and people diving for cover)

Shiro: Yeah!!!! Toe Kick Toe Kick!!!

(A gurney shoots past the door, it's back wheels in the air. Sitting on it is a 8 or 9 year old boy in a hospital gown, T-shirt pulled over it – and a skateboard helmet and pads. Standing on the gurney is a familiar figure – they are being chased by 3 orderlies and a nurse…)

Mai: Is that??

Danny: Rolls his eyes and holds two fingers to his head, like a gun, then spins a finger around his temple in the "crazy" sign.

Mai: Laughs (softly) I knew it… You might want to look out.

(JUST as Danny pulls his chair back, Tommy Wilder bursts into the room, carrying the little boy, and he ducks behind the door as the pursuit runs past…)

TW: Shhhhh! Don't give us away, sheriff!

(After a moment…)

TW: Shiro, my brah, I want to introduce you to a couple of my buds! This is Dan…

SW: Danny Taylor! DDT! And… Mai! You're Mai!

Danny: Smiles and nods and signs "good to meet you".

Mai: Hello Shiro. And what are you two doing? (She gives Tommy "The Look")

TW: Well…. I was coming up to see you, and walked by the kids ward. Little dude spotted me, so I stopped in. He's been cooped up in there for a couple of WEEKS doing some preliminary prep for chemo. He's also a boarder, so he was going stir crazy. We HAD to do something about that. And I didn't bring a longboard we could both ride.

Hey little dude – you think you can sneak back to the kids ward without me? I gotta talk to my peeps for a second. Super-secret OOWF good guy stuff.

Shiro: SURE! They'll never catch me!!

(Shiro sneaks out, and disappears down the hall)

TW: Hey Mai – how's it going babe?

Mai: I'm fine. Healing up well. I'm more disappointed than injured. But, these test are put in front of us for a reason…

TW: Like kicking the laminations off Fulton and taking the belt?

Mai: If I can.

TW: Well,, you know I'll back your play. Too many crazies trying to run the nut house, you know?

Mai: Like you?

TW: Oh, no way! I don't think anyone is ready for that…

(Chuckles)

TW: Hey babe. Mind if I chat with my main man here?

Mai: Sure, I'm getting tired anyway. They have something in my IV…

TW: OK. Heal up. I got 3 other kids to give rides to…

[madjack]

(Tommy and Danny go into the hall, and use sign language)

TW: So big guy – you been following OOWF TV, right?

Danny: Yes.

TW: Man, I don't figure Juni. Half the time the dude is Batman, the other half the Joker. I sure as heck not sure I buy this new "Good guy saving the OOWF schtick.

Danny: He is Mai's brother. Perhaps seeing what Fulton and the Saints did pushed the choice for him.

TW: You REALLY think he doesn't have some whacked out, evil genius master plan thing goin' ?

Danny: (shrugs.) Perhaps. But we have to take care of friends, and still do what we do – wrestle.

TW: Yeah. Hey, very cool, you staying her checking on Mai. You come back, you know you got buds. Let 'Randa and I know if you need any back-up.

Danny: Thanks. You be careful. Don't do anything crazy.

TW: Me? Dude, I am a paragon of self-control and mental stability. Everyone knows that?

Danny: Rolls his eyes.

TW: Ok, gonna jet. I think Nurse No-fun and the goon squad are comin' back this way…

(Fist bump – Wilder takes off…)

(Nurse and orderlies appear)

Nurse: Did you see?

(Danny points the OPPOSITE way down the hall than the direction Tommy went.)

Nurse: OK, THIS WAY!

(Danny smiles, shakes his head and makes the "crazy" sign, and heads back into the room)



(Fade)

[fasteddiek]

OOC- Sorry to many of Fire woman's shots to the head has messed Tytan up after a few years.

[Moosehead Jack]

<Moose and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Stan Fulton are standing in the Saints of Sinners locker room with buckets sitting in front of each of them>

MHJ: Alright, let's get this over with. Fucking Tytan

<Moose and Stan both lift the buckets to their chests, take a deep breath and lift it above their heads and turn them over and........nothing. They both smirk and toss the buckets aside>

MHJ: Hey ALS folks......

SF: .........enjoy the pain

<they both start laughing hysterically and walk off, we hear Moose say "let's get a drink" as the camera fades>