[Jack Quinn]

<the camera cuts to the hospital where Fire is lying peacefully resting. She blinks a few times and opens her eyes, after a few seconds she notices someone sitting in the room with her>

FW: You come to finish the job?

Stranger:<chuckling> always dramatic aren't you?

FW: Am I wrong?

<the stranger steps into the light and we see Moosehead Jack>

MHJ: In this case, yes you are. If you recall, I didn't touch you

FW: Oh well let me just think back on that and recollect all the people that attacked me, sure of course YOU weren't in the fray. You have a broken arm, right?

MHJ: Thats not all of it. You are their target, not mine. Not yet

FW: I'm terrified. Moose, I am not sure if you are aware of this, but I am not afraid of you

MHJ: <smirking> of course your not. Look, I really don't care if you are afraid of me or not, that is irrelevant. The fact remains that we gave you the opportunity to ditch that dead end DEA, and join us. You spit in our faces, did you REALLY think that would go unpunished?

FW: I was provoked

MHJ: Of course you were. Fire never takes the initiative right?

FW: Is there a reason you are here? I mean don't you have other people to piss off? To make enemies of? Cause surely one isn't enough in a week. Remember Moose, hell hath no fury

MHJ: You really think that scares me? Come on Fire, cut the bullshit. You know damn well that that doesn't work on me any more than my threats would work on you. I'm not here to threaten you, I am not here to attack you. I am here to let you know that as of this moment, this is not my issue, this is the rest of Bennett's, this is Eric. This is Bennett.

FW: An army divided huh?

MHJ: Divided? No. If push comes to shove, I will split your head open just the same as anyone else. But I don't really think either of us want that to happen.

FW: Talking in circles again. You know, I have about had my fill of that shit.

MHJ: And yet you stay with Darling.

FW: Darling and I have a special relationship, you would never understand. <almost a whisper> no one would

MHJ: Thats fine. Japan is coming up. Lets see how things fare after that.

FW: Why must EVERYONE bring up Japan! I FUCKING HATE THAT COUNTRY!

MHJ: Well, look at it this way, after next week, you can stop running

FW: Who the fuck is running?

MHJ: Oh please, you have done everything short of quitting to avoid this trip. You have thrown hissy fit after hissy fit hoping to get suspended. You have acted like a royal bitch, hoping it would get you kicked off the tour. You have been nothing short of a spoiled brat.....a Darling, for the last month, all because you are afraid to face your past. For fucks sake grow a set

FW: FIRST OF ALL, NO ONE TALKS TO ME LIKE THAT!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I.....

MHJ: Yeah I get it, no one has any idea what you've been through. We have all led peachy lives without a hint of turmoil in them. Everything has gone JUST the way I imagined it. Look Fire, get over yourself. Your problems are no bigger than anyone else's, and whatever problems you have are of your own doing. You had the chance to have PLENTY of back up going into this, and instead, you chose to go in with just Darling watching your back. Once again, you make the wrong choice. So cut the boo hoo shit and start thinking about the decisions YOU are making before you turn it around and blame everyone else.

<Fire just glares at Moose>

MHJ: Now, before I leave, I was asked to give you something. <Moose hands Fire a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo> Some pretty badass revenge in there, something about someone being wrongly accused.

FW: I wasn't aware that you could even read. And I have never wrongly accused anyone of anything

MHJ: Interesting, I never said which side I thought you were on. The conscience is the window to the soul I guess. Right Fire?

<just then the doctor comes in and eyes Moose warily and says something about some tests in broken English, Moose just looks at Fire who is staring at the book, smirks, and walks out the door>

[Tommy]

***OOC - Blownspot, you are my hero

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

May 2, 2008 15:46:06 GMT -5 Tommy said:

***OOC - Blownspot, you are my hero

Ditto!

[karmic]

***OOC***

A couple of people have asked in chat why I get so reluctant to write Stank into my promos? THAT'S why!

[Road Warrior Shark]

Phantos is standing in the doorway of the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room. He looks worried (as worried as a masked guy can look). Lucios walks up behind him

Lucios: What are you doing with the door open?

Phantos: Spirios went outside earlier and he hasn't come back.

Lucios: You let a puppy out alone?

Phantos: Emma said it was a good idea. He needs to begin to establish his territory.

Lucios: He did that earlier on the tile by My Bowflex

Phantos: That's not what I meant.

Lucios: Text Emma and have her look for him. We have a couple of places to go

(Phantos opens his Sprint PCS phone and texts away.)

Lucios: Lets Go!

(They head down a hallway. They make a right turn and travel down the corridor several yards. Lucios knocks on an umarked door.)

Voice From Inside: Hello?

Lucios: Open up. It's Lucios and Phantos.

(The door opens slowly. Monkh stands there alone.)

Monkh: I'm sorry, Amnesiac is asleep. Him Took some medicine after getting viciously attacked earlier by The Dead.

Phantos: I hate that Dead guy! He's a little prick!

Lucios: Fine. Give him this. It's a DVD of our opponents this week. He needs to be ready. He can call me if he needs any help.

Monkh: I shall tell him. Sank you.

(Lucios turns to leave. Phantos does so, trying to supress a giggle.)

Lucios: What is so blessed funny?

Phantos: Did you see his shirt? It said "You just read my T-Shirt"

Lucios: Clever. He must shop at T-Shirt Hell. Come on. Let's get this over with.

(They arrvie at the door of the Destoryitarium. Lucios knocks, but recieves no reply. He opens the door slowly and finds the Team Rick NPC's throwing themselves a party. Oddly, Stank is behind the bar serving drinks. )

Stank: Boys, this is a private party right now. I'll open up to the usual crowd here in a few hours.... besides, I didn't think you two drank?

Lucios: We don't We were looking for Spin and DH.

Stank: Oh, they went in the storeroom to play cards. right through that door.

(Phantos and Lucios open the door and enter the storeroom. Spin, DH, OBJ, and Wally are all playing cards. )

OBJ: We'll deal you in in a few guys.

Lucios: No thanks. We just wanted to congratulate The Midnight Sons on winning the Tag Team Championships.

DH: Thank you. It was well deserved if we do say so ourselves. How's the pup?

Phantos: He's ok, I guess...

Spin: Lemme guess, now You say 'but since we never lost and you didn't beat us' and then you challenge us to a title match.

Phantos: Well... We Didn't lose them...

Lucios: What my partner meant was as long as the titles stayed away from Bennett's crew, they will be defended fairly. And down the road, Our paths will cross. It's just a matter of time.

Spin: No measuring stick comment? I'm shocked

Lucios: Good luck this week. we'll be pulling for you.

DH: Hey kid, make sure that pup gets his shots, right?

Phantos: YES SIR!

(They leave the storeroom and head for the Destroyitarium exit, suddenly. Phantos yells out 'HEY BUDDY' and Spirios comes running over to him.)

Phantos: Where have you been?

Lucios: How did it end up here?

Phantos: I'm not sure, but he needs a bath. He smells like... ugh.

Spirios: BARK!

[DevSop]

*Amazing Promo Spot*

*Moose you had a promo too*

[Fire-Babe]

DEA Luxury suites. Firewoman reviews the things Lucky has DVR-ed for her from OOWF-TV, especially The Dead’s promo.

Well…that’s interesting. And amusing. [Firewoman plays with her Zippo lighter]

First of all, The Dead, I can tell you from first hand experience that any files OOWF has are probably woefully incomplete. This is just basic information. You say you’ve got nothing? Not true. Everyone has something. I’ve got many friends in many low places. I’ve got friends in places where they would have to claw their way up to be in a low place. Nothing is really beneath me when I’ve been betrayed. If you like, I can furnish you with a list of references on that accout.

As for your betrayal? Just business? “Just business” happens in the ring. That punt to my head? Yeah, I didn’t like it. But it was in a match, so I got over it. That is business. Running down to join in a 3 on 1 in exchange for a title shot? That’s not business. That’s bush-league. That makes it personal. Silly me, all along I thought you were better than that.

So now you get your shot. You could have had it with just a request, but regardless, here it is. Now, as Onslaught Champion, I get to choose my stipulations. And I debated. I thought about a street fight. That would certainly play to my history and strengths. Or all manner of hardcore, weapons, TLC, dare I say, extreme matches? Heck, I even toyed with a favorite of mine, an inferno match. But nothing has quite the poetic majesty of just a regular straight match. No special rules, no fancy gadgets. Just me and you. The way wrestling was meant to be, without the gimmicks, the run ins, the dirty tricks. It’s the match you’ve been dreaming of, Dead. No fatal four way or tag team partners to get in the way. Just us. It’s just a shame your dream match will have to become a nightmare for you. That is, if you make it to Wednesday.

She shoves her hand in the camera lens and the scene goes out.

[blownspot]

Thanks guys!

Spin - What, for winning the Tag Team Titles?

Stank - Huh? Oh... that was supposed to be out of character.

DHM - Out of character? Yeah, I guess you're right. We have kept our victory celebration a bit understated.

Stank - No. I'm not talking about you guys. My thanks was supposed to be out of character, but Blown Spot didn't bother to put asterisk, asterisk, asterisk, OOC, asterisk, asterisk, asterisk.

DHM - ???

Spin - There weren't any blown spots in our match? Well... maybe the one...

Stank - No. I'm not talking about your mat-

Kayfabe - SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Stank - ...

Spin - ...

DHM - Oh. It's one of them deals.

[Jack Quinn]

<we are in one of the hallways in the Uijeongiou Arena. The hallway is dimly lit, and apparently abandoned. The camera pans down the hallway and stops on a door with DEA stenciled on it. A hand reaches out and tapes something that looks like a photograph to the door, but before we can get a good look, we hear Alexander Darling yell and the camera pans back to see him storming down the hall>

AD: HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? I KNEW IT WAS YOU MOOSE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

<the camera swings back around and we see someone in a black leather jacket with shaggy red hair walking away from the door. It is someone that certainly COULD pass for Moose, but we never see a face to confirm it>

AD: GODDAMMIT MOOSE I AM GOING TO…..

<Darling gets to the door and the photo taped to the door seems to catch his attention and he stops dead in his tracks and just stares into space for a moment before slowly turning and pulling the picture off the door and staring at it. The camera can not see exactly what the picture is, but we see Darling’s face has gone white and his hands tremble slightly. He drops the picture and turns and storms away without a word

The picture falls to the floor and the camera pans down and we see it is a well-worn black and white photo. There is a man in the middle flanked by two younger people. The man in the middle is wearing wrestling gear, the one on either side are……Alexander and Alexis Darling. Alexander has a large bulls eye drawn around his head, and Alexis has been painted red, her face barely visible behind what appears to be blood>

<Through the magic of Invisible Ninja Cameramen we cut to LJ Bennett’s office and see Bennett sitting behind a desk flanked on either side by Moosehead Jack and LD Williams. They are looking over paperwork or something. In another corner, The Heels and Chris Cole are sitting with The Dead looking over footage for upcoming matches and no doubt planning something nefarious. On another side of the room IHOP and Eric O’Mac sit and sell Tyson Kincaid on the advantages of signing up with Bennett’s crew. In still another part of the locker room, The World’s Greatest Fag Team and Donovan Viper debate the OOWF’s tolerance policy. Everyone is absorbed in their own dealings when the door to the room is kicked open and Alexander Darling walks in carrying a baseball bat. Everyone jumps to their feet except for LJ Bennett>

LJB: Something I can help you with?

<Alexander Darling doesn’t say a word for a moment instead he trembles with rage, then looks at Moose>

AD: YOU! You son of a bitch! I KNEW it! The mind games, the gifts, it was all you, all along this was YOU!

MHJ: Darling I have no idea what the fuck you are….

AD: SHUT UP!! <Darling slams the bat down on Bennett’s desk> JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP MOOSE! I don’t want to hear another word. I warned you, I warned you! You can screw with me all you want, but you fucked with Alexis and now I am going to fucking skin you alive and feet you your fucking guts.

MHJ: Why Alexander Darling, it appears you are upset with me. I wish I could take credit for turning you into a quivering mass of psycho, but I have no fucking idea what you are talking about

AD: THE FUCKING PICTURE!!! I SAW YOU! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!!!!! <Darling takes a swing with the bat and sends Bennett’s phone sailing off the desk>

MHJ: Listen fucknuts, I have no idea what you are talking about. I have been in here for hours. Whoever the fuck you saw, it wasn’t me. Now how about you take your paranoid ass the fuck out of here before we end your career?

AD: No. This ends. And it ends in Japan. I want a one on one match against you. And if you dig up that fucking psycho Poe, you bring him along too. You think I carved you up before? Moose, so help me god, I will end your fucking miserable life next week.

MHJ: Darling how bout we make it a little more interesting. You seem to think you have the market cornered on Japan. You forget that I know people there, hell everyone in this room knows people there. I can get Poe. Not just as a second, I can get him as a tag team partner. How bout that? How bout me and Poe against you and whatever partner you can find. Shouldn’t be too hard right? I am sure there are plenty of people you haven’t pissed off in the OOWF right?

AD:<looking around> How bout it Williams, you want a good fight?

LDW: Leave me the fuck out of this

MHJ: It doesn’t have to be now Darling. Take your time, you have over a week, you find someone that will team with your sorry ass.

AD: That’s fine. And Moose, your ass is mine

MHJ: Keep running your mouth Darling, don’t think I have forgotten what you did, pay back is a mother fucker.

<Darling looks around and realizes he is surrounded by enemies and would be in VERY real danger if he tried to press things any more.>

AD: That’s fine. We settle this in Japan. One more thing Moose…….BOOYAH BITCH!

<Darling throws the bat at Moose and Bennett who easily avoid it as it sails past their head and crashes into the wall. While everyone is distracted, Darling beats a smart retreat out of the room and storms down the hall back to his locker room where he sees Alexis standing staring at the photograph>

Alexis: Alex, what……….how the hell????

Alexander: Don’t worry about that, we need to talk

<Alex ushers his sister back into the room and slams the door>

[wld]

**SFJ#27 approaches L.D. Williams as he leaves Bennett's office.**

SFJ#27: “L.D., Davin Moreland has had a lot to say about you lately. What do you have to say in response.”

LD: “Nothing.”

SFJ#27: “But-”

LD: “Davin Moreland runs his mouth without paying attention to anything anyone else says. When he chooses to join the rest of us in reality, we can talk about him. Right now, I’m more concerned with Carl from Fresno. He’s earned a title shot.”

SFJ#27: “A lot of people wouldn’t consider Carl to be a threat…”

LD: “Carl is an OOWF wrestler. He earned his place on the roster, and he earned his shot at the title. I won’t take him, or anyone else lightly. I-”

**Williams’ cell phone rings.**

LD: “Excuse me. Hello? Hi Ma-”

LD: “Ma, I-”

LD: “Yeah, I know all the other NPC’s were involved, but why would I-”

LD: “I assume Wally thought they had it under control.”

LD: “Ma, You’re 6’6 and a professional thug – Wally probably thought calling you would be overkill.”

LD: “But –Wait, we’re in South Korea. Of course he didn’t call you.”

LD: “Because we spent a week-and-a-half negotiating your release.”

LD: “I know, but they made it very clear what would happen if you came back.”

LD: "I know you were just here - Donnie barely got you out of the arena before the police showed up. Bennett had to convince them not to take us in in your place."

LD: “Look Ma, I gotta go – I’m doing an interview.”

**Williams turns of his phone and turns back to SFJ#27**

LD: “Sorry. Look, the bottom line is I am the World Heavyweight Champion. That means every match I wrestle, whether it’s against Stank, Moreland, Carl, or Voltage, dictates the future of this company. I will not underestimate any challenge. If someone is going to beat me for this belt, they’re going to have to be better than the best in the world. They’re going to have to be better than me.”

[Deleted]

We fade in to see Seamus on the phone, his back to the camera, he closes the locker door…(is that a red wig and leather jacket?)…and we see he’s on the phone.

Seamus: “Hello…yes it’s good to hear your voice again to brother…call the boys together and get on the first plane to Japan…I going to need back up….”

Seamus: “Yeah, call Tom O’Toole, and his brother Liam…maybe see if Sean Scott is available, and Joey O’Hagan…and Rory Drawdy…with you that will make 7 of us…and Damon if he’s in even better…ok…we’ll see what the OOWF can do against a Gaelic Storm!”

Seamus” Ok, be careful, I love you Connor!”

Seamus stands up and turns to leave…singing as he leaves…

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

*Outback Jack walks into the Team Rick Office, where Eco, Erlana, and Davin are going over paperwork. OBJ is carrying a large bottle of whiskey instead of his usual beer*

OBJ: Davin, we need to have a word with you.

DM: "We?"

OBJ: Myself and Jack of the Hinterlands. He's not here yet, but I can speak for him.

Erlana: Does Wally know you're here?

OBJ: Relax, Erlana, the occupational hypnotherapist's tricks are still working, for now. But I saw what Darling got himself into. I'm here to solve your problem.

Eco: I'm confused.

OBJ: Darling booked himself into a match against Moosehead Jack and Poe.

Erlana: So?

OBJ: Darling will no doubt offer Firewoman a chance to face her nemesis. Meahwhile, "Lexie" will try to put herself in harms way.

*Davin Moreland jumps to his feet*

OBJ: Did I strike a nerve?

*DM glares*

OBJ: Meanwhile, Crete will want to get involved. He's got obvious reasons to go after Moose.

Erlana: Certainly true.

OBJ: But neither Fire or Crete should get in this match, from Rick's Army's perspective. Both of them have significant value from a booking perspective, looking forwards.

DM: Well, I have to admit, that has a certain logic.

Eco; I'm still confused, but I guess I agree with Davin.

Erlana: Wait a minute. I've known you a long time. What exactly are you suggesting?

OBJ: Jack of the Hinterlands should be in that match.

DM: Now I get it. That's the name you worked under in Japan. You're just trying to horn in on a big match.

Erlana: Well, Davin, from what I've learned from Wally, that's not exactly right. Jack of the Hinterlands is actually a seperate personality - a large, violent man who drinks vast amounts of alcohol, revels in sick, twisted violence, and enjoys blowing things up with explosives, but doesn't belch.

Eco: How is that different from Outback Jack, aside from the not belching?

OBJ: Well, he's a lot more violent. Also, he was never shocked by anything in Gator's Photobucket.

*Eco, Erlana, and Davin all turn white after hearing that*

OBJ: Make it a Taipei Fence Match. Moose can't resist that, and from what I've heard, Poe might like it too.

DM: Sorry, but DEA is going to have to sort this out.

OBJ: Right, but you might plant a word in a certain someone's ear.

DM: Don't push your luck.

OBJ: Wouldn't dream of it, mate. Anyways, even if you don't want to take me up on my offer, make it a Taipei Fence Match.

Eco: Why?

OBJ: Blood, mate. Lots of blood!

[Jack Quinn]

<Outback Jack leaves Rick's office and almost immediately runs into LJ Bennett>

LJB: Jack, can I have a word with you?

OBJ: Make it a quick one

LJB: Due to certain.........constraints, the match you suggested could not happen. However, if you are willing, I can make THIS one happen

<LJB shows Jack what we can only assume is a contract and Jack's eyes get wide>

OBJ: Is that for the titles?

LJB: Naturally

OBJ: Can you still get that stip?

LJB: Can you get him?

OBJ: Shouldn't be a problem

LJB: You get him, you get the match, with the stip

OBJ: No strings?

LJB: What do you think?

OBJ: Strings

LJB: Let's just say, you would owe me one. But I am a reasonable man. What's it gonna be?

<Jack ponders this for a minute>

OBJ: You got a deal mate, this is too good to pass up

<Jack and Bennett shake hands and part ways>

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

*Meanwhile, back at the Destroyitarium, the NPC party has taken off. The bartender is dancing with several SFJ's, but Tiger Chung Lee has returned, and is being helped by Dean Malenko. The Heels have slipped in, and are sitting at the end of the bar. Johnny is silent, but AA is ranting on his cell phone about the Derby while snacking on a plate of food set out for happy hour*

AA: You call 2 broken ankles a coincidence! The fix was in! Johnny, tell the man what you think! *Holds the phone next to JA*

JA:....

AA: He's speechless! And rightly so! *Eats the last of the food on the plate* Hey, vanilla midget, get me some more of this stuff!

DM: I am "so" killing my agent for this. Hey, Tiger! Any more of these appetizers out bacK?

TCL: Sorry, Dean, we're all out of goat testicles.

*AA's mouth starts to twitch*

DM: Can I get you something else instead?

*AA's mouth continues to twitch*

DM Well, what is it? Out with it, son!

**************************************************

*Later, at Flair's sandwich shop*

AA: I can't believe I through up in front of Dean Malenko!

JA: ....

Ric Flair: Face it, fat boy! You threw up on Dean Malenko! Whoooo!

[rabbxt]

**The Nerve Agent finds himself in a promo, in Bunny's locker room, with Bunny.**

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

Nerve: Bunny, will you just...

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

Nerve: Calm down, man. I just...

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

Nerve: Damn it, man! Listen to...

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

Nerve: You know what, man? Fuck...

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

Nerve: Fuck it!!

**The Nerve Agent leaves.**

Bunny: I quit, waaaaah!!!

**Fade to black.**

[Fire-Babe]

It’s 3:00 in the afternoon. A phone is ringing in the DEA Luxury Suites. The question is…who will answer it? The phone keeps ringing, and finally Alexander Darling wanders into the room.

AD: Where the fuck is everyone? [He picks up the phone] Yeah?

Through the magic of technology, we can actually hear the other speaker.

Y2J: Uh, yeah. Let me talk to Lisa?

AD: Who?

Y2J: Firewoman? Your alleged partner?

AD: Oh…[Alexander gets a smile on his face as he realizes who it is. ] And can I tell her who’s calling, please?

Y2J: You know exactly who’s calling, assclown. I can’t get a flight, and can’t get released to go anyway, so I need to make sure she’s alright.

AD: I don’t know where she is. I think I heard her talking to Lexie about … whatever it is they do. Anyway, she’s fine so you can hang up now.

Y2J: No thanks to you she’s fine.

AD: Hey, I was handcuffed to the ring. Not a lot I could do.

Y2J: You could have gotten your ass down there before it became a five on one.

AD: I’m sorry, but maybe you weren’t paying attention. I got my nose broken again. At least I was in the vicinity.

Y2J: Fire understands that aspect of the business, and I would think you would to, as IC Cha—Oh wait… You’re not anymore, are you? I forgot….

AD: That’s right I’m not. First off, we are taking security measures. Secondly, I’ve got more important things to deal with right now…

Y2J: Oh, do you have a rematch with the crow coming up?

AD: Look, I’m done with you for now.

Y2J: For now. But we will continue this next time I see you. Now, put her on the phone.

AD: I told you she’s not here, you pompous, metrosexual doucheba—

At that moment, Lexie and Firewoman come in, winded and sweaty. Alexander is too ticked off to notice.

AD: Here. For you. [He throws the phone at her and storms off. Lexie follows.]

FW: Yeah?

Y2J: You’re okay?

FW: Oh, Christ, I’m fine. It’s just some stitches and…

Y2J: I saw. And that’s not what I mean. We get OOWF-TV too, you know. You need to stop now.

FW: I haven’t done anythi—

Y2J: But you’re thinking about it. And you’re starting back down that road. I know it’s just because you’re getting closer to Japan, but you need to stop. Don’t go there again.

FW: To Japan? I’ve changed my mind about that. I can’t wait to get there now.

Y2J: You know what I mean. You’ve worked to hard to get to where you are. Promise me you won’t do anything.

FW: That’s going to make it hard to do my job, Chris…

Y2J: You know what I mean. Promise me.

FW: [sighs] FINE.

Y2J: Okay. Gotta go. I’m trying to get some time to come out, but Vince is being really stingy about it for some reason. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.

FW: Hopefully….

Y2J…..

FW: …..

Y2J: Okay. And just watch yourself around the Darlings…

FW: Enough with that. You don’t know, he’s as overprotective as you are, even talking about hiring extra security…

Y2J: Oh, so he does have a brain.

FW: Talk to you later.

[Firewoman hangs up and goes to her Locker Room. Lucky has stacked his tapes and information that he’s found and put it on her coffee table. Firewoman looks at it for a bit, sighs, and puts it in a bag, and zips it up.]

[Deadly]

[The Dead is in the middle of a workout. He is striking the heavy bag with vicious palm-thrusts and elbows. He takes a break for a minute and looks directly into a very well-placed camera.]

Dead: Firewoman, you talk about respect. You talk about betrayal. Do you honestly believe The Dead "betrayed" you?

[The Dead wipes the sweat from his brow.]

Dead: The truth of the matter is that The Dead had your back when no one else did for a long time. The Dead was the first person to show you any respect when you arrived here. The Dead fought WAR after WAR alongside you!

[The intensity is burning in The Dead's eyes. He talks a moment to collect himself before continuing.]

Dead: The fact is, since you've been in the OOWF no one has stood beside you as long as The Dead has, but here is one thing The Dead has never told you until now. The Dead has CARRIED you the entire time you've been here. At Mayhem, that ends.

[The Dead turns back toward the heavy bag.]

Dead: Oh, and Fire, here's a little preview for you...

[The Dead plants a superkick into the heavy bag, breaking it free from the ceiling and sending it flying.]

Dead: See you Wednesday...

[The Dead laughs as the camera fades to black.]

[Demko]

(The camera actually fades to a slightly blue color, not black, as it pans across the room to see where the heavy bag landed. It seemed to have landed between two people on the other side of the room. The one on the right side of the bag is The Amnesiac, wearing a t-shirt - "To The Pain", while Monkh stands on the left side of the bag, wearing a t-shirt that says - "My Way's Not Very Sportsmanlike". Both men rush across the room, hitting The Dead with a double-clothesline. The Amnesiac picks up The Dead and hits him with PURE AMNESIA! leaving him in a puddle on the ground.)

Amn: Who's the beeyotch now!?

(The Amnesiac high fives his little Asian buddy, and they walk out of the room together, laughing.)

[Deadly]

[The Dead sits up and wipes a little blood from the side of his mouth. He is smiling.]

Dead: Mistake...

[The Dead pulls out his phone and makes a call. If one were to DVR the dialing of the phone, slow it down, and then cross-reference the area code online, one might come to the conclusion that the call is being made to somewhere, say, like Japan.]

Dead: You ready for a little action next week? Good...

[Deadly]

[All of a sudden The Dead's video phone rings.]

Dead: Holy shit, The Dead has a video phone?!?

[The Dead picks it up and the grainy footage on the screen appears to be El Muerte.]

Dead: These phones are shit, Muerte.

Muerte: Hey, I got a great deal on them! Besides, why do you care? They'll disappear after this call anyway. They're just plot devices!

[Kayfabe pops into The Dead's locker room, frowns, and walks away.]

Dead: Guess not being sponsored by Sprint PCS has it's drawbacks...

Muerte: Anyway, I did what you asked. I couldn't talk to him directly, but I talked to his people and they seem interested. They haven't decided for sure, but I have a good feeling about it.

Dead: How do you know?

Muerte: There is a saying in Mexico that I think sums this up perfectly..."Why pay for the chicken when you can cross the road for free?"

Dead: .....What?!?!

Muerte: It's probably over your head, don't worry about it. Oh, and about that guy you called about, what's his name...The....The...

Dead: The Amnesiac.

Muere: Oh right, of course! The...umm....

Dead: Amnesiac! Look, just do The Dead a favor and hurt him next week.

Muerte: Can I do a quick promo for my match?

Dead: *sigh* Fine. Just make it quick, all The Dead is getting at this point is static on the screen.

Muerte: The...The...whoever you are! You'll be stepping into the ring with the most decorated singles wrestler ever to come out of Mexico! I will destroy you in such a way that not even Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe can save you! I will make sure that...

[Just then the screen cuts out completely and the call is lost.]

Dead: Thank god.

[Road Warrior Shark]

***ooc***

Demko.. You just earned the first Exalt I have ever given out for the Princess Bride T-Shirts

[Demko]

(The Amnesiac is standing just outside the doorway of The Dead's locker room, now wearing a t-shirt that says "Who ya gonna call?", and overhears his call with Muerte. He whispers to himself, which, of course, the ninja cameraman is able to pick up on his super secret stealth boom mic.)

Amn: Most decorated singles wrestler of Mexico? I wrestled in Mexico for over 10 years... this guy doesn't sound familiar. Unless he's talking about... no, it couldn't be!

(The Amnesiac motions to Monkh, wearing a t-shirt - "When someone asks you if you're a god. YOU SAY YES!" - to follow him into another room, so The Dead will not hear them. He closes the door behind them, but the ninja are persistent.)

Amn: Monkh, I think this guy is El Muerte. Do you know anything about Mexican wrestling?

Monkh: A little bit. Why?

Amn: Well, this guy has won more gold than you can shake a stick at, but it's all in the really small indy feds down there. He hasn't done anything impressive, and in fact, his bark is far worse than his bite.

(Monkh looks confused.)

Monkh: He's a dog?

Amn: No no... it's just an expression. It means that he's all talk. Believe me, I was trained by the best in Mexico. This guy is not the best.

Monkh: So we have nothing to worry about.

Amn: Ah, not true. Just because he's all talk doesn't mean he can't be dangerous. He's coming to get me as a measure of vengeance for his friend, The Dead. The guy doesn't have to be a talented wrestler to hurt me. In fact, the less talented he is, the more potential there is for him to hurt me.

Monkh: So we've got some work to do...

Amn: Yes we do. But first, we need to focus on tomorrow night's 8-man tag match. El Muerte will come in time. Let's go...

(The two exit the room, slamming the door (and the ninja cameraman) behind them.)

[Fire-Babe]

The Ninjacams are late to pre-match meetings in the DEA Suites. They arrive just in time to see... an argument? Really? That almost never happens!! Lucky is trying to stay out of it, fiddling with DVR, tapes of matches, etc. as Firewoman and Alexander share their views in a mutually healthy and respectful way.

FW: It's still bullshit.

AD: Well, I've made my decision.

FW: Again with your decisions.

AD: Look, after last week we need to present a united front, so we're all coming down together for your match.

FW: Uh huh. And this has nothing to do with a certain phone call--

AD: It doesn't. I had made my decision before that, and it's final. Why do you have to fight me every step of the way on this?

FW: Because I don't need your protection, and you can dress it up however you want, but that's what this boils down to.

AD: Look, if Bennett is targeting people who haven't taken sides, then it only makes sense to show we won't be intimid-- Why am I explaining this? This is the way it is, and I'm not in the mood to argue with you. Besides, I'm willing to bet on both recent and past history that protection might not be a bad idea the next few weeks, which brings us to point 2--

FW: I'm going to be your tag partner with Moose and Poe.

AD: That's not point 2. And no, no you're not.

FW: I'm sorry, is there someone else around here you haven't alienated or otherwise pissed off? Why can't I tag with you. I owe you. I owe you big. And I know Poe's moveset....

AD: First of all, it's not him. Moose is playing games, I almost caught him the other day.

FW; Whatever, I want to pay him back anyway. I need to pay him back.

AD: No. You need to stay far away from this. You have other things to worry about, and just because I can't help you with them, right now doesn't mean you should lose focus on what you need to pay attention to. Besides, I don't need your boyfriend coming out--

FW; He wouldn't. And don't be a dumbass, who ELSE are you going to get? Alexis? She's not been in a ring forever, and even when she was--

AD: I'll figure something out. If it's just Moose, I can take him. And if it's not...you need to stay far away from... him. You know I'm right.

FW: I know you're delusional. I know I was right before, and I'm right now.

AD: Dammit, even if you are. Stay out of it. It's for your own--

FW: Don't even finish that sentence.

AD: ....

FW: ....

AD: Look, we--

FW: Fine. Whatever. Go into a tagteam match against your worst nightmare alone.

AD: Okay, now as I was saying, point 2--

L: Uh-oh. Looks like you got a response out of someone, Firewoman...

Lucky plays the video of The Dead's response to Firewoman's comments from earlier.

The fact is, since you've been in the OOWF no one has stood beside you as long as The Dead has, but here is one thing The Dead has never told you until now. The Dead has CARRIED you the entire time you've been here. At Mayhem, that ends.

There is silence in the room as Alexander Darling and Lucky can both feel the storm clouds growing. They look at each other and then at Firewoman whose eyes are shooting hot lead through the screen.

FW: Where's the Ninjacam? Get your ass over here.

A hesitant Ninjacam reluctantly steps up.

FW: The Dead...when I'm through with you? You won't be able to carry your own body bag. How does that sparkle for ya?

Firewoman storms off, leaving Alexander and Lucky to conclude that the meeting has been adjourned.

[Deadly]

[The Dead just so happens to be watching OOWF-tv and catches a part of The Amnesiac's conversation with Monkh.]

Amn: Well, this guy has won more gold than you can shake a stick at, but it's all in the really small indy feds down there. He hasn't done anything impressive, and in fact, his bark is far worse than his bite.

Dead: Oh, Muerte is not gonna like this....

[The Dead brings up the "On Demand" menu and selects a backstage segment from March.]

Dead: The Dead is sure there are some cameramen of the ninja variety in here somewhere, so this should get to who it needs to.

[The Dead hits play.]

Bunny: Look, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, you skeleton looking motherfucker...

Muerte: I am El Muerte!

Bunny: And that's supposed to mean something to me?

[El Muerte stares at Bunny for a moment, thinking it's unbelievable that someone doesn't know who he is.]

Muerte: You've never heard of El Muerte?!? Of course, I can't expect someone in a bunny suit to recognize a multi-time CMLL, AAA, IWRG and WWA junior heavyweight and heavyweight champion! I am the most decorated singles wrestler to ever come out of Mexico!

Bunny: That may be so, foo', but you're on my home turf now. This is America, and this is the OOWF. I run this joint.

Muerte: I'm not sure if you have it here in America, but in Mexico there is a saying that goes 'Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids'.

Bunny: ...

Muerte: It means I don't have time for this!

[The Dead pauses the recording.]

Dead: And now one more time, for the dumb...

but it's all in the really small indy feds down there. He hasn't done anything impressive

a multi-time CMLL, AAA, IWRG and WWA junior heavyweight and heavyweight champion!

Dead: Yeah, Muerte is not going to be happy about this at all...

[Tommy]

*All of Run DLP is WATCHING~! OOWF-TV on their Sony Multimedia Center in the Run DLP Locker Room, Presented by Aquafina*

DM: So who is the Muerte guy anyway? You guys were in Mexico forever, right?

L: Yup.

P: He makes El Dandy look like a badass.

L: You kiss your mother with that mouth?

P: That joke is just TIMELESS, Lucios.

CFF: So what are you saying, do we need to worry about this guy?

L: About as much as we need to worry about Puck Dupp.

P: Pretty Much.

DM: Good. Cause I'll tell ya, this Poe guy is no joke.

L: That's the rumor.

DM: I remember going to his matches when I was jobbing for DragonGate. Dude's a psycho. He was totally my favorite.

L: You're so weird.

DM: You wear a mask 24 hours a day...and I'M the weird one?

CFF: Some perspective might be in order here, Lucios.

L: Nobody asked you.

P: There's a lot you don't know about me.

CFF: Ok, that really made no sense.

L: Seriously Phantos.

DM: Seriously.

P: Aww man...

DM: Well, I've gotta hit the weight room. Don't you guys have to do like a "liver-lipped yellow-bellied coward" promo now?

L: Maybe

P: Maybe we'll just grab one of the generic ones again. Just not feeling it.

CFF: I should probably cut a promo on LD.

DM: Probably. Say "respect" and "trust me" a lot. Maybe LD will follow you around like a lost puppy dog instead of Moose.

Spirios: BARK!

Smokey: Meow!

Emma: You got another package Phantos...

*fade*