[fasteddie]

(Ultimo Inc. is sitting in Steel's office watching the replay of The Amnesiac and Monkh heading into Gotham City.)

Steel: What in the hell are we watching? This has got to be some type of joke. How did those two morons get invited to the Wayne Manor?

Tytan: You mean to tell me the Bruce Wayne is real?

(Dr. Podvod watches as the two men are actually having this conversation.)

Steel: Man...I wonder what's going to happen when they go to Arkham.

(Dr. Podvod can't take it anymore. She smacks the two of them in the back of their heads.)

Dr. Podvod: Will you two stop it. You sound like a bunch of giddy little school girls. Tytan you have a match against Knife at Mayham, and you were given anothe job to do don't you think you should be getting ready for that.

Tytan: But...but...

Dr.P : Enough you need to focus on the tasks at hand. There is no time for playing around. And as for you Steel, don't encourage him.

Steel: But I collected all of his comics when I was a kid.

Dr.P: I said stop it.

Tytan: Since we are the bad guys can we make this the Legion of Doom.

Dr. P: They have been there and done that already to great success. Besides that would be gimmick infringment.

Steel: She's right and I need to spend my money on better things.

Dr. P: So come on let's go train. I have someone for you to beat on downstairs.

(They get up and all leave, but Dr. P comes back and watches a few more seconds.)

Dr. P: I wonder if they will run into CatWoman.

(Fade to Black)

[Fire-Babe]

[OOC: Selena skips?]

Moments later, Firewoman walks by and sees a hole in the wall that appears to be Bunny shaped. She looks in...

FW: Dude....what happened?

She helps him up. Bunny is coughing and holding his throat. In a raspy voice, he answers

B: Poe.

He continues coughing and choking. Firewoman is expressionless, but the wheels are clearly turning behind her eyes.

FW: Okay...let's go.....

B: We're going after him? All right!!! Team RabbxtFire together aga--

FW: NO!!

B: No?

FW: Not now. We're taking you to medical first.

B: But.......

FW: Don't argue with me about this. Come on.

They walk down the hall towards the medical station.

[DevSop]

*Run DEA Luxury Suite sponsored by Aquafina & Ketel One*

The ninja cameraman turns his camera on as soon as the door opens and Firewoman and Lucky walk in. You notice Firewoman look around the room and notice that all of Run DEA is sitting in random chairs while Alexis is pacing across the floor. It’s easy to see that Davin is rolling his eyes while Alexander is staring at the ground while clenching and unclenching his hands, Alexander, in fact looks to be in really bad shape; as usual he has another broken nose, but this time to go along with it one of his eyes is completely closed, we can see stitches across his forehead and their seems to be even more in the actual scalp. He’s got a soft brace to support his left arm and his right leg is being kept straight and elevated because of the knee brace he’s wearing. Firewoman starts to try and head right for her locker room, but she’s stopped by Alexis.

Firewoman: Can I help you or would you prefer me to do something else to get you out of the way?

Alexis Darling: Where the hell have you been?

Firewoman: #1. It’s none of your business where I was. And #2. Since it isn’t a big deal I was helping Bunny get some medical support because your brothers’ problems are becoming everyone else’s problem.

Alexis: What are you talking about?

Fire: That sick fuck Poe decided to create an extra door in the hallway of random encounters, only he wanted it Bunny shaped so he chose to throw Bunny through the wall.

Davin Moreland: He did WHAT?

Fire: He picked Bunny up and tossed him through the wall…did I stutter?

Davin starts to stand up and make his way through the door just as Fire tries to slip past Alexis. Meanwhile, Carl and Phantos start to get into a debate over which is better; Subway or Papa John’s. Lucios is about to call Lucky over when Alexis looks around the room.

She points at Davin, You STOP. And then to Firewoman, Don’t even think about it. And the rest of you, SHUT UP!

Everyone turns to stare at her and all seem to be contemplating their next move when Alexis begins to talk again, I promise each and every one of you that if we do not all sit down and have this little meeting…well just realize I will not be happy and you people really should prefer to keep me happy

Davin and the rest of the original DLP seem to be having a wordless conversation when Phantos nods and Davin reluctantly takes a seat as far away from Alexis as possible even though she doesn’t notice this as she and Firewoman seem to be having one of their tense-filled stare downs. Alexis, maybe for the first time, is not letting Firewoman win this contest as Fire reaches for the closest chair and just takes a seat in it.

Alexis: Good. Now that that’s been settled, we can move on to the current state of things.

Carl from Fresno: I really don’t want to be rude, but why are you calling meetings for us?

Alexis: I’m glad you brought that up Carl because you’re correct…I shouldn’t have to call this kind of meeting.

Alexis looks at Phantos.

Phantos: Why are you looking at me?

Alexis: I thought you were supposed to be the captain of this group?

Phantos: There’s a lot you don’t know about me.

Alexis: You’re right there is a lot I don’t know about you. One thing, I do know is that you’re not being a very good captain.

Lucios: Those Championships we won on Wednesday say differently I think.

Phantos: I gave a great motivational speech before that match, didn’t I?

Alexis: Excuse me, over here you two. Thanks. Did I miss the moment in time when Run DEA reverted back to just the three of you? Or are there a few other people you should be looking out for now.

Phantos: What is she talking about?

Alexander Darling: She’s talking about me you masked freak.

Lucios: Watch yourself Alex.

Alexander: I would, but it’s kind of tough with one eye swollen shut.

Davin: What happened? Did you see another bird and run screaming into a wall?

Alexander slowly starts to stand up and we can see Davin trying to hide his laughter. Alex barely gets to his feet and begins to take a step towards Moreland.

Alexis: Sit the fuck down brother, I don’t have the hour it would take you to cross the room.

Davin breaks out in hysterical laughter at this point.

And you, my god…would you shut the fuck up already? I could have sworn that when we discussed this little merger you were on board with it. If you’re not, we will walk the fuck out right now Davin. Make the call.

Alexis keeps her eyes on Davin while LonelyGirl15 helps Alex sit back down in the chair. The staring (pissing?) contest between Alexis and Davin continues for another moment,

Alexis: Fine then, fuck it…we’re out.

Davin: Goddamn you, wait…you’re right. This was half my idea, what do you expect and we’ll figure out where we can compromise.

Alexis: Look, no one knows more just how much an asshole Alexander can be more than me.

Alexander: HEY…I am sitting right here, ya know.

Alexis just gives him a look.

I know it’s true, but it doesn’t mean you need to point it out. I am in pain here.

Alexis: I know you are brother dear and that’s my first point. We brought these two groups together because it’s always better to have more people watching out for you. That means supporting them inside and outside the ring. No more instigating fights, no more snide comments, nothing. I’m not saying that everyone here needs to wind up being best friends…we’ll leave that to Dead and Moose, but we do need to make sure that the people sitting here will do anything for one another. I look around this room and I see the best combination of talent in the entire fucking company. Hell, right now Run DEA controls exactly 50% of the gold within the OOWF and it goes without saying that its very conceivable that we could hold every single belt if we wanted to.

The rest of the room seems to agree with this sentiment and realizes just how much power this would give them in the war with Bennett.

Phantos: It’s a very good point, but I’m not sure what you’re asking for. I hope you don’t want us to go out there and help your brother cheat or something. It’s not how we go about things here. As captain, we win belts based on merit, not cheating. That’s how they do things and we are not them.

Alexander: Thanks for that Phantos. Way to have faith.

Alexis: Alex, cool it for now. And no that’s not what I’m saying at all Phantos. What I am saying is that when one of your fucking partners is getting beat down 5-on-1, you go out there and save him. I mean, my god, I thought something like that would go without saying..

Lucios: So, you want us to save your brother from a situation he put himself into.

Alexis: No…I want you to help your PARTNER. That’s what we all are now, right?

Davin: She’s got a point guys. If that was anyone else out there, you know we would have made sure to pay better attention to what was going on.

Fire: Hey, just for the damn record I was paying attention.

Alexis: Really? So after all your talk about allies and backing them up…

Fire: Actually, I expected this from you and I have a very valid reason.

Alexis: I bet you do.

You can see the anger bubbling just below Firewoman’s surface,
Firewoman: Lucky, if you would.

Lucky hits a few buttons on his T-Mobile Sidekick and a video starts playing on the television. It seems to be a backstage video from Mayhem.

Firewoman watching the first of the Campeones de Trios matches between World’s Greatest Fag Team with Alexander Darling and Moosehead Jack, Dead, and Attitude Adjuster, with much loathing in her eyes. She is talking to the screen, giving advice and encouragement and swearing at Team Bennett, even though they can’t hear her backstage.

Fire: Something’s not right. Why are Fonzie and Ryan not staying in the ring?

She no sooner gets that out then she sees the reason, as WGFT begins to stomp the shit out of Darling. Firewoman curses, and turns to head for the ring, when a shadow falls across her path.

Donovan Viper: I don’t think I’d do that if I were you.

Fire: Get out of my way, Viper.

Donovan: Now, if I did that, you’d ruin all the fun going on in the ring right now. No, I think you need to stay put.

Fire: Fine…we do this the hard way.

She gets ready to fight her way through, and as her arm goes back to throw a punch, SYB comes from behind and grabs it. Skurge comes on the other side and grabs her other arm.

Donovan: See, I warned you. Fortunately for you, though, we were told to just to make you stay here, nothing else. Please don’t give us a reason to do anything more. I’d hate for you to have to explain that to Mr. Bennett.

Firewoman sees she’s outnumbered, and while she considers fighting anyway, she sees the monitor where the referee has rung the bell, and the match is over. Firewoman stops struggling. Donovan Viper and IHOP walk away, smiling.

Fire: Fuck, where was everyone else? This is not going to go well.

Firewoman sees a ninja cameraman filming this and begins to walk menacingly over to him.

I’m going to need that tape.

Lucky hits a few more buttons and the video flickers to something else. It looks like a split screen of the parking lot and LJ Bennett’s office also from Mayhem.

Inside Bennett’s office are Eric O’Mac, Chris Cole, and Tyson Kincaid. They’re all watching some footage on the television screen and they actually have a split-screen as well. On one half is the match where Alex received his beat down and on the other half is the same parking lot and at the same time that MacCappington and Hardcore turn on Darling we see the Dunkin Donuts Limo pull up to the building.

Davin: I can not believe we just got pulled over for a stupid fucking busted tail light and the cop needed to do a front-to-back search of the car. Like we really look like drug dealers…I mean besides the masks and all. But still, two fucking hours sitting at an impound lot in Jakarta while we should be preparing.

Lucios: Don’t worry about it Tommy, the show just started and Lucky gave us a call to tell us we were up fourth so we got some time. And it’s not like anything important ever happens in the first match.

Phantos: Right, we need to focus on DLP tonight. This is the night we’ve been waiting for. The three of us can all become Champions in one match. It’s what we always talked about. Trios Champions. Nothing would be sweeter especially after everything that’s happened.

Davin: Word.

On the other half of the screen LJ Bennett has just finish throwing seeds of doubt at Alexander Darling and we see Tyson, Chris, and Eric all laughing.

Eric O’Mac: Paying off the police was an awesome idea.

Tyson Kincaid: Wasn’t it yours?

Eric: Yea, that’s what makes it even better.

The television turns off and Alexis looks around the room.
Alexis: So, let me see if I got this straight, while Alexander was getting destroyed you were being held back by Viper and IHOP while you guys were all being detained by the Jakarta police on suspicion of drug possession Well then.

Everyone just nods to confirm what was going on during the start of Mayhem.

And no one thought it’d be a good idea to relay these messages to anyone else?

Fire: It’s like I said…We all need to be on the same page. Not just some of the time, but all the time.

Davin: She’s got a good point. This is war and Bennett’s guys are trying to separate and divide.

Lucios: It’s cause they know that they can’t beat us on a level-playing field. If we all stand together, we’re unbeatable and they know it.

Phantos: Okay…captain’s decision: no more of what happened at Mayhem. If one of us is going somewhere, someone else is with them at all times. It may sound childish, but we’re using the buddy system to watch each other’s back from now on. Everywhere.

Phantos gives a look to Firewoman as he says this and she looks at him a bit confused for a second before she realizes…

Fire: No, no, no…not a chance. That’s my locker room. It’s the only private place I have.

Phantos: Fire, you said it yourself, all the time. And that is without exception. I’m not saying you need to share your locker room or anything, you just need to make sure someone is around that can watch your back. I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me, but you know I’m right here.

Firewoman just gives a nasty look to Phantos before she sneers and gives a kind of, sort of half nod. Phantos nods back and seems to come to a decision. He stands up and walks over to Alexander. He reaches out with one hand and helps Alex to his feet.

Phantos: I haven’t always, in fact, I haven’t ever liked you. But your sister is right and that really doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t know if you’ll ever prove yourself completely trustworthy but Davin trusts your sister and that’s going to have to be good enough for me. You haven’t done anything at all to make me doubt that, so I’m going to have to start believing you Alex. I’m sorry we weren’t there for you Wednesday. I promise you it WILL NOT happen again.

Alexander: I don’t want or need your promises…

Alexis is about to say something when Alexander holds up his free hand to stop her.

But I do appreciate it Phantos. I’m not expecting anyone in this room to ever truly like me and that’s fine. But I am giving you my word that as long as this war with Bennett goes on and as long as Moosehead Jack, Donovan Viper, Ryan Hardcore, and F. Fonzworth MacCappington stand alongside on him you have nothing to worry about with regards to me flipping on you guys. If there was every any doubt about that, this past week should have proven that there is no going to Bennett for me. I want their blood now and I will have it. And it will start this week with getting MY title back.

Phantos: Did you just kind of use me as a plot device?

Alexander tries to smile, but then grimaces,
Alexander: There’s a lot you don’t know about me.

Phantos: Hey, you can’t do that.

Alexander: And why not?

Davin: Cause Go Fuck Yourself?

Fire: No jackass, Cause it doesn’t sparkler.

Lucios: You’re both wrong. Cause trust me?

Everyone turns to face Lucios and they all shake their head like it’s the stupidest catchphrase ever.

Phantos: I got it. BOOYAH, BI….Bet, ya thought I’d say it.

Smokey: Bark!

Spiros: Meow!

Alexis: My god, I need to call Samantha.

*Fade to white snow before black*

[Demko]

(Somehow, the ninjas get into Wayne Manor [don't ask me, I have no idea] and are able to catch a glimpse of The Amnesiac and Monkh sitting down to breakfast. Alfred is serving both of them omelettes.)

Amn: Alfred, I appreciate you letting us stay here last night. So when is Bruce supposed to get back to town?

A: Oh, who knows. Honestly, I can't keep up with his schedule these days. I hear he's attending a movie premiere in Malaysia next week or some such.

Amn: Malaysia? Well that's where we're competing next week! Maybe I'll work out getting him some tickets to the show.

A: Sure... sounds good. Anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you before you headed out to Arkham.

Amn: Yeah?

Monkh: Is it about Batman? Do we get to meet Batman?!

A: No, er... I'm afraid he's uh... unavailable this week.

(Monkh looks sad.)

A: But I've arranged for the two of you to sit in on a group therapy session a little later today. Remember that Arkham is a maximum security asylum.

Amn: Of course. I wouldn't expect any less.

A: But please, for the love of god... be careful in there. Like I said, Batman is mmm... unavailable. So we don't need any unexpected activity in the bullpen, if you catch my drift.

Amn: Oh. Oh yes, of course! I'm just here to learn a little more about the insane person's psyche. And where better to gain a little insight than Arkham asylum?

A: Right. Well, I've pressed your suit and it's hanging in your closet.

(Just then, a kid comes walking into the dining room.)

Kid: Hey Al, where's MY breakfast.

A: Ah, Master Dick. I was under the impression you were staying with friends last night.

DG: Yeah, well, this place is huge, so I can see how you might have missed me.

A: Yes, well, as soon as I see these gentlemen off, I'll make you some oatmeal.

DG: SWEET! Who are these guys? Wait... are you... are you The Amnesiac?!

(The Amnesiac looks up, a bit surprised.)

Amn: Actually, yeah.

DG: And you're Monkh!

(Monkh nods, excited to meet a fan.)

DG: Oh gosh! I've been watching the OOWF for almost 4 years now!

(The Amnesiac continues to look surprised.)

DG: You'd better watch out for that Tytan guy. I mean, he laid you out this week with the Skullcrusher 3000.

Amn: Ha! He'd like you to think that was me. That was just some other random Ultimo Inc. employee wearing a mask.

DG: Oh... you're kidding!

Amn: Look at my head. Does it look crushed to you?

DG: Well, you're wearing that mask. I can't tell.

Amn: Forget about it. Either way, Tytan's no match for me. I'm not scared of him. He's just a big dumb oaf who can't seem to think for himself. He's an automaton who does what he's told. It's a shame, because I think the guy's got a ton of potential... but he has no ability to act on the fly. If something unexpected happens, he's gotta look to Dr. Pod Person for his next move.

(The Amnesiac shrugs and finishes his omelette.)

DG: Alright then... Alfred... lemme know when breakfast is ready.

Amn: Nice to meet you, Dick.

DG: Please, call me Robin.

Monkh: Huh? Isn't that the name of-

Amn: Let's just go.

(Monkh and The Amnesiac stand up the table, thank Alfred and walk out.)

Alfred: So, the limo is waiting outside to take you to Arkham. Enjoy your visit.

Amn: We will.

(The camera fades to black.)

[Jack Quinn]

<Moosehead Jack is sitting in the back the back with SFJ13>

SFJ13: Moose, recently your name seems to be popping up a lot in promos, you really appear to be the target of a lot of people.

MHJ: Really? Like who

SFJ13: Well The Amnesiac for one, roll the footage!

Amn: Well, it just goes to show that he fears me. He fears my ability and he fears what I could potentially do to him inside that ring. However, what he doesn't realize is that, although there's a ban on touching either GM: The Rick or LJB, there is NOT a ban on touching him. Tytan isn't getting paid enough to bodyguard him day and night... so just remember Moosey. You have to sleep sometime.

MHJ: Laughing. Wow. You know, one thing can be said for these new guys that have come to the OOWF, they have no fear. Now, I suspect that lack of fear is due to their ignorance of the past rather than any sort of bravery. Amnesiac…wait, excuse me, THE Amnesiac, you think I FEAR you? Are you serious? Look, I know what the guy can do in the ring, he is a good wrestler and all, but FEAR him? Seriously? Let’s get things straight here, Tytan is NOT my bodyguard, that is a ridiculous notion. Tytan is a man with no conscience hired to do a job. That simple. Now, THE Amnesiac, if you want to come after me? I am not a hard person to find. Just think about the consequences of your actions before you make a move, it would be a damn shame if your OOWF career was cut short before it ever really began.

SFJ13: Then Alexis Darling had some interesting comments:

Alexis: I know you are brother dear and that’s my first point. We brought these two groups together because it’s always better to have more people watching out for you. That means supporting them inside and outside the ring. No more instigating fights, no more snide comments, nothing. I’m not saying that everyone here needs to wind up being best friends…we’ll leave that to Dead and Moose, but we do need to make sure that the people sitting here will do anything for one another. I look around this room and I see the best combination of talent in the entire fucking company. Hell, right now Run DEA controls exactly 50% of the gold within the OOWF and it goes without saying that its very conceivable that we could hold every single belt if we wanted to.

SFJ13: Are you concerned that Rick’s Men seem to be becoming a cohesive unit?

MHJ: THAT is cohesive? Please. As long as they have Alexander Darling whining and complaining, and getting his ass beat all the time, as long as they have Firewoman being a petty brat and crying when things don’t go her way, as long as they have Davin Moreland not really having his head in the game because he is trying to get his balls back from Alexis Darling, as long as you have all those things going on, they will never be a cohesive unit.

Look, you can say whatever you want about us. But we know what we are here to do, we are here to make sure Rick gets what he deserves. That is it. We are not worried about endorsement deals, or private locker rooms, or carrying around a fucking entourage of people who are essentially worthless – except for Curt of course. I know I can trust everyone that has sided with Bennett. I know that I can go into that ring with any of them, and there is not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that my partner is loyal. Tell me, Davin, Fire all the rest of you, can you say the same about teaming with Darling? Or Stank? Yeah Stank. You may laugh now, but it wasn’t long ago that Stank and I were working together to get rid of Crete. I am not naïve enough to think that Stank would ever work FOR Bennett, that ship has sailed. But Stank knows what is best for his career, and the way things are going for Rick and his men, it won’t be long until Stank is questioning his alliances.

SFJ13: Moose, you recently had a series of matches with Capellan, and quite unexpectedly, he put his career on the line against Donovan Viper, and lost. Do you have any comments?

MHJ: I should be pissed at Viper. He deprived me of the chance of beating on that simp Capellan until he quit, or until I crippled him. Nevertheless, Capellan is gone. That’s one less man Rick has to rely on, which is what is really important here.

SFJ13: So what is next for Moosehead Jack?

MHJ: Right now, I am in a great position. I can sit back and pick whoever I want to destroy. I could go after Firewoman, but Dead and Blitz have that covered. I could find a partner and go after Gaelic Storm, but MacCap and Hardcore and IHOP have that covered as well. Right now, life is good

<just then Eric O’Mac bursts into the room>

EOM: Moose! Did you see what just happened to Firechild? Turn on OOWFtv!

<Moose flips on the channel and we see a Moments Ago replay>

<F. Fonzworth MacCappington and Ryan Hardcore are walking down the hall>

FFM: Look, I know Lauren is hot and all, but there HAS to be someone else that you would do too

RH: Why would I want someone else? Have you SEEN what she can do? She’s a freak!

FFM: Yeah, I know, but I am just sayin’, she HAS to know others in the business and all, she has her connections…..

RH: Are you saying you want an invite to the AVN Awards show after party

FFM: THAT. WOULD. RULE!!!!

<as they are talking they round the corner and nearly run into Firechild>

FFM: Well well well, look who it is, its Firechild! I thought you had run back to whatever shit hole country it was that I bought

FC: Shut your mouth MacCappington

FFM: Or what? You have been able to come after me for over a month now and you haven’t done shit. Ryan, maybe we should teach this punkass a little lesson in respect

<MacCappington and Hardcore approach Firechild, but he grabs a steel pipe conveniently leaning against the wall. They stop and get an amused look on their faces>

FC: Something funny? Come on fucker, its still two on one

RH: Nah, you have something more important to worry about

FC: Wha…

FFM: Behind you

<Firechild turns to look over his shoulder and gets BLASTED in the face with a chair shot from Tytan! Tytan grabs Firechild and hits the Corporate Takeover (Steiner Screwdriver) dropping Firechild right on his head! Firechild hits the floor with a sickening thud, his neck twisting grotesquely to one side. Tytan gets to his feet and shakes hands with MacCappington and Hardcore, the three turn and put the boots to Firechild until Concrete TG, Davin Moreland and Phantos & Lucios come to his rescue. The Invisible Ninja Cameraman remains behind and we hear them calling for paramedics, NOW! Then we fade out>

<Moose and Eric watch what happened with a grin on their face, SFJ13 watches in horror>

MHJ: Looks like that investment is paying off already

EOM: Looks like it

MHJ: One more down

<fade>

[Road Warrior Shark]

A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist is seen standing with Team Aquafina

RNSFJ: First off, congratualtions on winning the Trios titles.

Lucios: Championships.

RNSFJ: ... yeah, championships. does this mean you aregiving up on regaining the World Tag Team Titles?

Lucios: CHAMPIONSHIPS..... and shut up now. It is an honor to be the inagural champions, and to hold these championships with our firend Davin is a thrill. We will defend these against anyone who wants a piece of us. Run DLP cemented its legacy of greatness with this victory.

Now, don't think we've forgotten out roots. Phantos and I came here almost a year ago and fought our way to the TOP of the tag team ranks. We fought through some of the toughest teams in the business. We survived a brutal best of 7 series against Spin and DH. We chased The BFF, Heels, and Defenstrators relenttlessly until we became champions. WE NEVER LOST THOSE CHAMPIONSHIPS. And rest assured, Gaelic Storm. We Will be coming back after Our Championships very very soon.

Phantos: You see, nothing has changed. We are still the Measuirng Stick. We are the standard that tag teams are judged against. And Noone Else in the OOWF measures up .

[fasteddie]

(Tytan sits alone in the Ultimo Inc training facility. He is sweaty after the beat down of Firechild. He is drinking some water when Dumb blond Interviewer enters with a cameraman.)

DBI: Tytan what do you have to say about your recent actions?

Tytan: Look I was hired to do a job and was paid rather well. The boss wants certain people eliminated and all I am doing is following orders.

DBI: But you had orders to take out Amnesiac.

Tytan: I will follow through on those orders as soon as he gets back from Gotham City.

DBI: Now you also have a match coming up against Knife, aren't you becoming a little distracted with the War now.

Tytan: Wrong. The War has given me purpose and focus. I am just becoming more of a machine then what I was when I came to this federation. Remember I am the Wrestling Prototype for the 21st Century.

DBI: Speaking of that it seems you have gotten under the skin of one Seamus McNasty what do you have to say about that?

Tytan: First off you Dudley Boy wanna-be put down the Whiskey and listen up. You are just pissed off that someone who hasn't been in a tag-team match layed the smackdown on you, and that was with Blitz. Imagine what I could have done if I had a real partner? You could have ended up drowning your sorrows in more whiskey. But when you are ready come find me, better yet I will come and find you. You're not that hard to find, all I got to do is follow the empty beer cans.

(He heads off with DBI and ninjacameraman following.)

(TO BE Continued.)

[fasteddie]

(The scene opens up at some local bar in some nearby neighborhood. The bar seem like there is plenty of action, and inside Seamus McNasty is drinking waiting for his brothers to arrive. Outside a limo pulls up and Ultimo Inc. steps out and heads up to the bar.)

Steel: McNasty, Seamus McNasty.

(Inside Seamus who is playing pinball with another hears the voice.)

Friend: What was that?

Steel: Seamus McNasty there is someone out here wishing to speak with you.

Friend: You know who that is?

Seamus: Yeah I know who that is, it’s Tomko.

Friend: Don’t you mean Tytan.

Seamus: Either one, they are both just as dumb.

Drunk 1: Hey Seamus, you need some help?

Seamus: No this ain’t a drinking contest.


(Seamus heads outside.)

Seamus: So the trash is now really starting to pile up in the street. What the hell are you doing here you should be our celebrating your latest beat down with your new buddies.

Tytan: I came here to challenge you. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Seamus: A fight.

Tytan: Yeah, that’s right.

Seamus: You come here with your whole little posse calling me out with the cameras rolling.

Tytan: I tired of you not giving me the respect I deserve.

Seamus: Is that what this is about?

Friend: Come on Seamus, the punk doesn’t deserve any respect he sided with Bennett.

(They turn and start walking in.)

Tytan: I ain’t done talking to you.

Seamus: I told you I got nothing else to say to you. You had the potential to be one of my brothers and you decided to go this route instead.

(They go back to walking inside and Tytan and Ultimo Inc. follows inside.)

Tytan: So are you going to accept my challenge or not?

Steel: Seamus McNasty are you going to accept or not?

Seamus: Don’t you see Steel is using you to just make money.

Friend: You aren’t worth Seamus’s time. (To Seamus) He’s just another punk wanna be.

(Tytan turns to him and drops him with a punch.)

Steel: Don’t break your hand on that bum.

(Seamus goes and checks out his friend)

Seamus: Johnny? Johnny are you okay?

(TO the owner)

Seamus: Get them out of here! (To Ultimo Inc.) You knocked him down, why don’t you come and knock me down?

Steel: Tytan only fights in the ring! Let’s get out of here.

Seamus: Well my ring is outside!

Tytan: Yeah? Let’s do it.

(The two head outside and get ready to fight as a crowd circles them in. Tytan and Seamus head toward each other and begin a straight out brawl. The crowd goes nuts. Tytan grabs a nearby garbage can and goes to hit Seamus with it. He swings at hits him right at Seamus low-blows Tytan. The crowd reacts as the two fall over. The crowd quickly breaks as the sounds of cop cars head to the scene.)

Steel: Only here the cops are actually on time to something.

(The limo pulls up and they get away, and some of the patrons help Seamus back in to the bar.)

Fade To Black.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman and Alexis are in Firewoman’s locker room.

FW: I know Phantos thinks it’s necessary, but really. When I say no one can get in here, I mean—

LD: I know what you mean.

FW: And really, all this togetherness is going to drive me crazy, and make me all tense.

LD: Massage?

FW: Well….sure…but later. I have a question for you now.

LD: Sure, what?

FW: Well, I was being “detained” by Viper and IHOP, and DLP was being detained by the cops….

LD: I know, I know—

FW: Where were you?

LD: Hm?

FW: You didn’t come out either. Heck, you didn’t even walk out with him! What gives?

LD: Oh…I’d rather not…

FW: C’mon….[She scoots closer to her on the sofa] You know by now you can tell me anything.

LD: Dammit, I hate when you do that. I…well, I met up with someone…

FW: Oh? Do tell!

LD: Not like that – well, okay, kinda like….[she takes a deep breath.] Lauren Phoenix locked me in a closet.

FW: How did she do that? [Lexie gives Firewoman a look.]. Oh….ew, gross! No way you’re sleeping in here now without some penicillin. [Firewoman feigns anger, but she’s actually trying not to laugh.]

LD: It’s really not funny.

FW: If you say so….[laughing still]

LD: Fine…I’m leaving. You have a promo on Dead you need to do.

FW: Okay, later…after I’ve composed myself….

Alexis leaves Firewoman who is still smiling to herself.

[Deleted]

Seamus is watching TV at the hotel with HBO playing a "Rocky" marathon. Seamus is slumped in bed sleeping, suddenly there is a knock on the door

Seamus: "Hold on..."

Sean: "Hurry up"

Seamus opens the door for Sean Scott

Seamus: "Where the hell you been"

Sean: "Japan, I kinda missed the flight, not that you assholes cared"

Seamus: "I thought Rory called you?"

Sean:" Whatever, whatd' I miss?"

Seamus: "I just had this weird dream where I was fighting this new guy Tyson, in this whole stupid scene like Rocky 5, or 6 or something...you know with Tommy Gun...hey yo hometeam..."

Sean: "Are you drunk? Mike Tyson is wrestling in the OOWF?"

Seamus: "NO the Prototype"

Sean" John Cena?"

Seamus: "No ACME INC or something...I don't know, some punk ass want to be. running around being Moose's newest little bitch, ,fucking with people, he had the match of his life against me because the head booker booked the Storm to "struggle" through what was nothing more than a squash match with this newbie jobber and now this mantard is running his mouth..."

Kayfabe opens the door and stares at Seamus

Seamus: "Anyway then I fell asleep watching Rocky and I dreamed this kid and I was in this scene from Rocky..."

Sean: "But didn't Rocky beat the shit out of that kid..."

Seamus: "Yeah...I guess I might hafta take a page out of his book and beat the snot out of this kid..."

Sean: "Don't worry about him...he's not even in your league - worry about your title match..."

Seamus: "Yeah, your right and no more latenight ice cream and BBQ sauce..."

Sean: "Your fucked...and by the way I have this letter for you...It came late to Japan"

Seamus takes letter from Sean and looks at it, it has the letter [red]P[/red] on it...Seamus frowns and opens it....

[fasteddie]

(The members of Ultimo Inc. sit in the war room of The Ultimo Building they are discussing the current plan.)

Steel: So, Mayham is coming up and we have a match against Knife. Having we gone over the tapes.

Dr. P: Yes we have, and they have been programed into Tytan's training.

Steel: Good..Good how' she handling it.

Dr. P: Fine.

Steel: Then increase the power. Now that we have finally gotten somewhere I am not going to let it slip because Tytan isn't strong enough.

Dr.P : But, we that to the last prototype and look at what happened to him.

Steel: He started thinking he was the second coming of Marky Mark.

Dr. P: Thank god he finally shook that one. He was making the company look bad.

Steel: You're right increase the dosage and monitor him closely I couldn't handle those effects again.

Dr. P: And what about Knife?

Steel: Maybe its time to cut a new commercial for the new Sledgehammer,the HHH-DX.( Getting up) I'll go get things ready and you take care of him.

(Steel leaves.)

Dr. P: I always do.

(She walks over to a figure in the shadows. She checks the monitors and then checks the wires, then she goes over and turns up power. A scream is heard and when the camera pans in they see that it is Tytan sitting in the chair being "programmed". Tytan calms down and Dr. P checks on him with a concerned look on her face and then walks out._

(Fade to Black)

[Deadly]

[The Dead is in his locker room watching something on the TV. The camera moves around the room and we see that The Dead is watching some of the soon-to-be classic Firewoman/Dead matchups.]

Dead: Look, it's come down to this. Two people are going into that ring on Wednesday, but only one is coming out the champion. But before that happens, Firewoman, I, that's right I, having something to say to you. Oh, and enough of this third-person shit. I'm pissed the fuck off and don't have time for these games.

Dead: For months and months I had your back. Every time you were about to be slammed or gored or suplexed, I was there to intervene. When the Darlings were making your life a living hell, I was there to train with you and take your mind off it. When you felt shunned by your own group, I was there to offer an alternative. Fuck, when we were in that match for the Onslaught Title, I was the one who got beat to hell trying to watch your back. And the thanks I get? The fucking thanks? You let me get beat to hell and then steal the belt from under my nose.

Dead: The thing is, that's not even the bad part. In fact, that was pretty underhanded of you, and I liked that. It showed you had what it takes to get the job done. The problem was different. After you got that belt, you ducked me. You ducked the person who had done more for you in the OOWF than anyone else. So instead of offering to do the right thing, you stayed silent. I was forced to take action.

Dead: Fire, I've seen you at the top of your game, and I've seen you at your lows. I know you have the ability to make it to the top, but you may not have the drive. You get too easily distracted with inane bullshit. DEA, DLP, Lucky, Jericho, Japan...all those things blind you. The thing is, I'm not blind. I'm coming for that belt. You can rest assured that no matter what happens, no matter who gets in the way, I will not stop until I am the Onslaught Champion. So Fire, enjoy your little soap-opera you've got going over there. I'll be training.

[Demko]

(The Amnesiac and Monkh are walking into an office, where a man in a suit is there to meet them.)

MiaS: Greeting, gentlemen, and welcome to Arkham Asylum. I am Jeremiah Arkham, the administrator.

Amn: Thanks. It's a pleasure to meet you. I understand that Alfred has called ahead and arranged for us to sit in on a session today?

JA: Against my better wishes, yes he has.

Amn: Great. How do we get started here?

JA: Walk this way, please.

(The Amnesiac and Monkh follow along behind Mr. Arkham into the next room. There is a metal detector there. The two successfully manage to get through without issues, and are led into a vault-like door beyond. The room they're led into is dark and empty, save for some chairs that have been setup around the room. There is another vault-like door at the other end of the session room. Jeremiah points to two chairs that seem to have been separated off from the pack. He indicates that they should sit down. They do.)

Amn: So who are we meeting with today?

JA: You'll see.

Amn: That sounds ominous.

(Arkham leaves the room and locks the vault door behind him. As soon as the door latches, the other vault door opens. Several uniformed guards walk into the room, leading several 'patients', including:

Solomon Grundy:


The Riddler:


The Penguin:


Catwoman:


And, most notably, The Joker:


All 5 are led into the room in heavy wrist and ankle shackles. The five of them all sit in seats, like it's something they've all done a thousand times before. They look across the room, and glare at The Amnesiac and Monkh. A man in a suit walks in from the vault door, carrying a clipboard. He speaks as he comes into the room.)

Suited man: You've got some visitors today. The masked gentleman is The Amnesiac. Amnesiac, I am Dr. Victor Lorenzo Nunez.

(The Joker's eyes light up at the sound of The Amnesiac's name.)

VLN: Don't get excited. He's a professional wrestler for the OOWF.

(Solomon Grundy's eyes light up at this fact.)

VLN: And the little Asian fella is his sidekick, Monkh.

Catwoman: Sidekick? What is his gimmick? He's a superhero of some sort?

Amn: Actually, yeah, kinda. At least, that's where my career has been taking me recently.

VLN: Anyhow, he's gonna be sitting in on today's session. He might have a question or two, but he's mostly here to observe.

The Riddler: Why so? What interest does he have in the likes of us?

VLN: Well, he's apparently facing off against Blitz this week, who is known to play the insanity card from time to time. So Mr. Amnesiac is here-

Amn: THE Amnesiac.

VLN: Sorry, THE Amnesiac is here to gain a little insight into the potentially insane mind.

(This explanation seems to satisfy everyone. VLN sits in a chair nearby and pulls a pen out of his pocket.)

VLN: Okay, so last time we were talking about Solomon Grundy. Solomon, what were we talking about, specifically. Can you remind me?

Grundy: GRUNDY DAD NOT LOVE HIM!

VLN: Ah, that's right. You were discussing your father issues. Does anyone else here have problems with their natural father?

(All 4 of them raise their hands. The Joker speaks up.)

Joker: Actually, I killed mine several years ago.

VLN: Hmmm... interesting. How did that make you feel, Jack?

(The Joker shrugs.)

Joker: I dunno. Good, I guess.

VLN: Good, you guess. Was it cathartic for you?

Joker: Sure.

(Victor makes a note on his clipboard.)

VLN: Well then... does anyone have any issues that they want to bring up?

(The Penguin raises his hand.)

VLN: Yes, Oswald. How many times have I told you, you don't need to raise your hand?

Penguin: Well, I'm sorry. I'm just used to have a little order and rules in my life.

(The Joker starts mimicking the Penguin's speech, cackling afterwards.)

Penguin: That's what I wanted to bring up. Jack seems to want to mock me moreso than usual lately.

VLN: Is this true, Jack?

(Catwoman jumps to The Joker's defense.)

Catwoman: Not at all, Victor. Oswald is just a whiny little bastard.

(The Penguin looks offended.)

VLN: Now, Selina. Relax the namecalling just a little bit, please.

(Catwoman grins sheepishly.)

Grundy: PENGUIN BASTARD!

VLN: See what you've done now, Selina. You set off Solomon.

(Grundy continues shouting PENGUIN BASTARD! over and over again until one of the guards injects his neck with a clear liquid. Grundy falls asleep, almost immediately.)

VLN: Well then. Edward. You're quiet today. Anything you'd like to bring up?

Riddler: Not really. I'm just trying to think up a clever riddle, so I can get out of here.

VLN: How would a riddle help you get out of here?

Riddler: I can't tell you that.

(The Riddler grins widely. Victor just shakes his head and sighs. After a few moments, The Amnesiac speaks up.)

Amn: I'm sorry. Can I ask a question of the group?

(Victor nods to The Amnesiac.)

Amn: Hi guys. I was just wondering... when you're batshit insane, as most of you clearly are... what would you say is your greatest weakness?

(There is some grumbling from the 4 conscious super-villains. It's obvious they don't like being called insane by this kid.)

Amn: I mean, I'm facing off against a guy named Blitz this week. He could very easily be just as insane as some of you. I just wanna know what I can do to take him down a peg.

(Victor watches warily. The Joker stands up. As he does, all of the armed guards in the room go for their weapons.)

Joker: Calm down everyone. I'm simply standing to address Mr. Amnesiac here.

(The Amnesiac goes to correct him, but seems to think better of it, and decides not to.)

Joker: You're not much of a superhero if you're here to pick our brains. I mean, if you were worth your salt, you'd be out there training, and not bothering to do all this silly research. So, if you're here to call me insane, my friend, then I'm gonna have to ask you to look at your own life right now. I don't think it's the place you'd expected to be in.

Catwoman: I agree. You have a purrr-fectly good reason to be in a gym training right now, but you're here, spending time with supervillains. For what? To learn more about us?

(The Amnesiac looks a little confused. The Penguin speaks up.)

Penguin: Yeah. I hate to say it, but I actually agree with Jack and Selina. Do you know who you truly are, Amnesiac? Do you REALLY know?

(Monkh looks up at The Amnesiac, and The Amnesiac looks down at the ground. This time, it's the Riddler's turn to chime in.)

Riddler: What time is it when a superhero needs to gain insight from a group of villains?

(The Amnesiac looks at the Riddler, eyebrow cocked.)

Riddler: Time to get a new bloody watch.

(Solomon Grundy wakes up from his nap briefly.)

Grundy: GRUNDY SMASH!

(Grundy stands up from his chair, breaks free from his shackles, and takes off for the rear vault door. Every single guard takes off after him. He's surprisingly spry for a zombie. This leaves the 4 remaining supervillains, Victor, Monkh and The Amnesiac.)

Amn: You guys have given me a lot to think about today. Fortunately for me, I know insanity when I hear it, so I won't have to think for very long. For now, though, we need to go.

(Victor nods to The Amnesiac, and suddenly, the front vault door opens. The Amnesiac and Monkh make their way to the door, as the group continues their discussion. As the camera follows The Amnesiac and Monkh out, we can hear one final mocking of The Penguin by The Joker. And with that, the camera fades to black.)

[The Jewish Cunthead]

*OOC* Teh Demko is teh clever... EXALT!

[Spinch]

OOC: SOLOMON GRUNDY WANT PANTS TOO!

[Attitude Adjuster]

In his continuing quest to get enough votes from the OOWF Championship Committee, Attitude Adjuster has flown to Austin, TX to see Dusty Rhodes. Dusty meets AA at the door—not dressed in his wrestling gear, thankfully.

AA: Good day, Mr. Rhodes. My name is Attitude Adjuster, but I’m sure you know me already.

DR: Did you come here to fix my sink or castrate my bull?

AA: Uhhh, neither? I’m trying to get your vote on the OOWF Championship Committee. See, I think I’ve earned a title match, but the booker says I have to go through the Championship Committee.

DR: Oh! The OOWF Championship Committee. I got a note about that a few weeks ago. Well, son, I got bad news for you. Seems I’m no longer on the Championship Committee.

AA: What? Did you resign?

DR: No, I lost it.

AA: You lost it. How do you lose a seat on a championship committee?

DR: This is wrestling, remember?

AA: Oh yeah.

DR: Well, seems I was bragging about it one night in a bar with Stan Hansen and Dory Funk Jr. We were all talking about this committee, and in walked Assassin #2. He started giving me the funky monkey bad mouth, and I told him…

AA: The “funky monkey bad mouth”? Dear Gawd…

DR (ignoring AA): I told that dirty Assassin that if he was going to bad mouth me I would put up my committee seat in a match against him.

AA: Wait, you risked your committee seat because he was talking smack to you? What did he offer? His mask, at least?

DR: No, nothing.

AA: Why???

DR: Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

AA: Dusty!!!!!

DR: You wanna see the match?

AA: Oh, I guess.

AA and Dusty go into Dusty’s living room, where Dusty pulls out a DVD. We join the match in progress. Dusty goes for a flying dropkick, and Assassin #2 pulls the ref in the way. The ref is knocked out cold. Dusty recovers nicely, hits the Bionic Elbow and then goes for the Figure Four. Assassin #2 is tapping, but there’s no ref. Suddenly, evil ref Nick Patrick runs to the ring and calls for the bell. Dusty breaks the hold and celebrates, but the first ref recovers and argues with Patrick. (AA suddenly pauses the DVD.)

AA: Wait a second! You fell for the “Dusty Finish”? They named this after you!!!

DR: The WHAT??

AA: Gawd, you’re stupid. You didn’t realize you dropkicked the original ref, and that another ref called for the bell? It never occurred to you that something might be a little shady??

DR: No. Why??

AA: Because it happened to you like 100 TIMES IN YOUR CAREER!!!!! Watch, I bet the first ref will stop you from celebrating and explain that he’s restarting the match. Meanwhile, Assassin #2 will have stealthly put a foreign object in his mask, headbutt you and get the pin. He’ll probably pull your tights or use the ropes for good measure.

DR: Have you seen this match before?

AA: Only a HUNDRED TIMES IN YOUR CAREER!!!! (AA hits the play button.)

The DVD resumes with the first ref stopping Dusty from celebrating and explaining that he’s restarting the match. Meanwhile, Assassin #2 stealthly puts a foreign object in his mask, headbutts Dusty, and goes for the pin. The ref sees neither the pulled tights or Assassin #2’s feet on the ropes.

DR: Dang, that’s the first time I’ve noticed that. You’re telling me that’s happened to me before?

AA sighs in exasperation.

AA: So Assassin #2 has the committee seat now?

DR: I think so, but Sting told me he was going to try to get it back for me.

AA: Sting. Let me guess, is it in a tag match where Sting chooses a ridiculously untrustworthy partner?

DR: No, it’s a singles match.

AA: Well, then at least there’s hope. I gotta go find Assassin #2. Do you know how to get to Parts Unknown?

DR: Oh yeah. Drive down the highway here and take the third exit. Then drive about 50 miles, past The Darkest Reaches of Your Mind and Deepest, Darkest Africa. Take a left at Badstreet, and you’ll come to Parts Unknown. You can’t miss it. Now I gotta find me some tapes of my matches against the Four Horsemen. Maybe that’s why I got attacked so often.

[The Canadian Content]

***OOC: Exalt for AA. That was awesome.

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

OOC: Exalt for AA, if you weeeyul!

[The Jewish Cunthead]

*OOC: What they said. That was awesome.

[Jack Quinn]

that gets you an exalt AA, you too Demko

[Demko]

*OOC* - Where was the clubberin?!

EXALT!

[Tommy]

*Davin Moreland, Stank, and Outback Jack are all sitting in the Destroyitarium, presumably coming up with some strategery regarding their match this week against Moose, Eric O'Mac and LD Williams. They've all got a beer in front of them*

DM:...

S:...

OBJ:...

DM:...

S:*sips off his beer* ...

OBJ: *kills his beer*...

DM: *kills HIS beer*...

S:...

OBJ: *belches*

DM: So. Wednesday then?

S: Yup.

OBJ: Ya mate, Wednesday.

DM: Good. I got a little surprise for them too.

S: Good.

OBJ: Good.

DM: Alright then.

*Davin leaves. Stank and Outback Jack resume drinking beer*

[Jack Quinn]

<Eric, LD Williams and Moose are sitting in the Bennett suite>

EOM: So, shouldn't we come up with SOME kind of strategy?

MHJ: Hit them harder

EOM: THAT is your strategy?

MHJ: You got something better?

EOM: Well, no. What about you LD?

LDW: Hit them more.

EOM: I give up

[Tommy]

Jun 9, 2008 19:02:23 GMT -5 Jack Quinn said:

<Eric, LD Williams and Moose are sitting in the Bennett suite>

EOM: So, shouldn't we come up with SOME kind of strategy?

MHJ: Hit them harder

EOM: THAT is your strategy?

MHJ: You got something better?

EOM: Well, no. What about you LD?

LDW: Hit them more.

EOM: I give up

***OOC - Yes. It will be a very cerebral match.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman catches the Dead’s promo as she is getting ready to exercise. She is clearly still in the mood to be amused after Lexie’s last visit to her locker room, as she begins to laugh while watching.

Oh….wow…that’s just….that’s rich….. At least no inanimate objects were harmed in the making of that promo.

I’ll agree with you Dead. You had my back on numerous occasions. And know what…I had yours too. And yeah, I took opportunities away from you when I saw them. And again, you know what? So. Did. You.

Firewoman has stopped laughing, but still appears to be amused.

I don’t recall feeling shunned by my partners, nor revealing that or my deepest, innermost feelings to you. Believe me, you couldn’t handle my deepest, innermost thoughts. Many therapists have tried. But that’s beside the point. You make many good points, but as with most revisionist historians, you only pick and choose. You fail to acknowledge the one significant difference between us in our little partnership.

Firewoman gets close to the camera, and is clearly less amused.

I didn’t play a crucial and vital role in a non-match beatdown. You did.

She smiles.

And what’s this? Hey, truck monkeys….replay that one bit…it’s classic.

After you got that belt, you ducked me. You ducked the person who had done more for you in the OOWF than anyone else. So instead of offering to do the right thing, you stayed silent. I was forced to take action.

Check your history, again. I didn’t win the belt until after you closed the casket on me in a three-on-one. So…if that’s what caused it to happen, then thanks. Heck, now that I think about it, if by “doing more for me” you mean “losing to me over and over again” then I guess you’re right. Even Rabbxt can’t say that.

And can we go through the history? When you have beaten me? You’ve needed considerable help. NEVER one on one. I’m tired of playing with you. I don't care who you bring to the ring with you, not you, not anyone, not ANYTHING is gonna keep me from pinning you, one two three.

And that will most definitely sparkle with me.

Firewoman pushes her hand into the camera, and shoves it back, as she goes about her daily workout.