[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live From Hat Dokeo, Laos

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. ZK DeBeers

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Donovan Viper

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
IHOP vs. The Midnight Sons

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
The Dead vs. Firewoman

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
The World's Greatest Fag Team & Attitude Adjuster vs. Mark Vander & Cape Town Cannibals

Last Man Standing Match[/u]
Outback Jack vs. Tytan

Special Challenge Match[/u]
Stank vs. Alexis Darling

Concrete TG, Justin Sane and Phantos & Lucios vs. Amnesiac, Moosehead Jack, Tyson Kincaid & Eric O'Mac
Davin Moreland vs. Poe
Gaelic Storm vs. Carl From Fresno & Bunny
Blitz vs. Knife

card subject to.....nothing, nothing at all

[fasteddie]

Immediately after The Brawl PPV SDBI#21 catches up with Ultimo Inc. as they celebrate in their locker room.)

SDBI: Tytan, Dr. Podvod what do you two have to say about your vicious attack on Outback Jack?

Dr. Podvod: Tonight was a lesson one in respect Mr. Jack. You opened your mouth and spoke a bunch of trash and you got beat down. Oh by the way feeling a little blue-balled now?
Second, you haven't given Tytan the respect he deserved. But let's look at the past. Every time Tytan and you have been face to face you ended up out cold.

Tytan: Hey, Jack sorry about your sleep for the next couple of nights. Those ribs have really got to be hurting you, maybe a couple more beers and it will ease the pain. That is until I face you again at Mayhem.

(The members of Ultimo Inc all laugh only as bad guys do.)

DBI: But now the exchange of the briefcase with Seamus McNasty, Tytan don't you and he have some issues?

Steel: (Interrupting) It all came down to business. We then gave him an offer that he couldn't say no to. And by the way Ultimo Inc. will be working with Mr. McNasty in designing a new adult beverage that will soon be available on the Ultimo Inc. Website.

DBI: (Surprised) Wow! Will there be any other business partnerships with him?

Steel: Right now no. But if the time comes we know what it will take to get him to sign on.

DBI:Tytan what do you have to say about it?

Tytan: Nothing. I agree with the boss. Seamus, I don't like you but it was fun doing business with you. Hopefully we will do business again.
And Jack hopefully you will be able to get out of your hospital bed in time for Mayhem and if I were you I would just go to the nearest hospital in Hat Dokeo, Laos. (Cheap pop from the crowd.) and reserve a hospital bed because when I am through with you that is where you are going to go.

Podvod: In fact we will be so nice to you that we will even have an Ultimo Inc. transporter take you there.

Tytan: So be ready Jack for your Ultimate demise!

Steel: And that my friends is only the beginning of the next phase of my plan. Now come on troops, let's head out of here.

(They all walk off, leaving DBI looking at the camera)

DBI: Now I wonder what he means by that?

[blownspot]

<SFJ#3 approaches Stank in the Destroyitarium kitchen as he washes his hands of ZK DeBeers blood and picks out what appears to be a tooth, embedded in his knuckle. The rest of Drink & Destroy are preparing for their trip to Laos.>

SFJ#3 - Lucas?

Stank - Alicia.

SFJ#3 - You up for an interview?

Stank - Sure. Go ahead.

SFJ#3 - I'm standing by with Team Rick member, Stank. Stank it's been quite a couple of weeks.

Stank - Yes it has.

SFJ#3 - Any thoughts on what lies ahead?

Stank - That's an odd question. Why do you want to know what I think lies ahead?

SFJ#3 - Hmmm I don't know... Suckas gots to know.

<That draws a half amused smirk from Stank.>

Stank - Channeling your inner Stevie Ray, huh?

SFJ#3 - I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You've been really subdued lately. You didn't even cut a promo on your opponent before the PPV.

Stank - *sigh* I didn't want to waste words on that fuckspeck DeBeers. Quite frankly he is beneath me and needs to drop to his knees and thank whatever racist god he believes in, that I allowed him to live. He will not benefit from such grace, should we meet again. He has nothing to offer this world and receives nothing from me, but my utmost contempt. These are the last words I will speak on that amoeba. He should do us all a favor, crawl under a rock, and just fucking die. If that is not acceptable, then he should at best, stay the fuck away from me. I hope he has learned that I am not the one to fuck with, but I doubt his enfeebled mind can comprehend the mercy I've granted him by not erasing his shitbag excuse of a life. So if I must, I'll tolerate his existence. I will not however, condone it.

SFJ#3 - Fair enough-

Stank - The next guy on my shitlist is Tytan... you fucking asshat. You actually THINK you've accomplished something here? You cheapshot my boy Outback Jack not once but twice and have the balls to call it an asswhoopin? Not that we're above cheapshots here at Drink and Destroy, but there is an art to these things, which you painfully lack. You see your cheapshots have gained you nothing, but a future in pain and sorrow. You actually feel a sense of pride in what little you have done. The only thing you have done, Titshit Almighty, is piss ME off, and at worst, pissed off Outback Jack, one of the toughest, most sadistic, most brutal men this Fed has ever seen in the squared circle! But you're too stupid to be afraid, so I won't bother running down the list of things Jack is gonna do to you. My only hope is that there is enough of you left that I might get a piece. After that... fuck off, moron! Damn, I sound bitter. Someone get me a drink.

<The bartender walks on camera and hands Stank a beer.>

Stank - Thanks, now what else?

SFJ#3 - Uh... Alexis Darling?

Stank - *sigh* No comment.

SFJ#3 - Really?

Stank - ... Oh fine... if you insist. Alexis, you trying to prove to me your worth in the ring I think is a waste of time. I never thought you'd actually go through with this, but there it is on the card for Mayhem. I only hope that your dogged determination to have this bout is equal to that which we need to take down Bennett.

SFJ#3 - Is that it?

Stank - For now.

SFJ#3 - Any other thoughts?

Stank - Yeah... I'm not usually the kind of guy who likes to talk about his accomplishments...

SFJ#3 - HA!

Stank - ... *ahem*... ok, I do... on occasion... tout my resume, but it's an impressive one. I've been in the OOWF a long time, maybe not as long as guys like LD or Outback, but since damn near the beginning. In that time I've been a wrestler of the year, a DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, a three time OOWF Tag Team Champion, and the longest reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion in OOWF history. The best is yet to come, but that resume points to a lot of built up battle experience. You don't get the resume I have without having fought tooth and nail to get somewhere in this company. Now, when this war with Bennett started, I was reluctant in taking a leadership role. I felt slighted by Rick, and I damn sure didn't want anything to do with that pussbag Bennett. Later as my loyalty to Rick became apparent, I decided to assert myself... hoping that others on team Rick might benefit from my experience. Lately, quite frankly I've felt that my efforts have been under appreciated. Now this isn't going to lead toward me becoming a pussy ass bitch traitor like Amnesiac, because "Life is hard" on Rick's side. No. But if others are feeling like I'm "Big Timing" them and that is causing a problem... worry no more. If you feel you can step to the plate and lead Team Rick to victory... go right the fuck ahead. Far be it from me to cause any problems for the team. Everything that I've said and done since I joined team Rick has been for it's benefit, even if it has sometimes coincided with personal gain. Anyway... I only want to help... there is no reason Drink & Destroy can't work with Run DEA. The LAST motherfucking thing we need is for any more people to defect because they THINK we're a sinking ship. All the in fighting and resentment has got to stop... I've seen improvement in team unity amongst our ranks, especially in dealing with "he which is beneath my notice to name", but I'm sensing "Team Unity" as becoming something of a dirty phrase. So how about this... we aren't always united, but we stand on common ground. You don't hear much from Bennett's side, because they've grown complacent. They think they've won or that their victory is inevitable. So I say this... I am going to give you deluded morons over on Team Bennett SOMETHING to talk about... and you're not gonna like it... not in the least... don't believe me...?

Stay tuned.



SFJ#3 - ...

Stank - ...

SFJ#3 - ...

Stank - Annnnnd scene!

<Camera fades.>

[karmic]

D.H. Magnusson is WALKING~! down the hall of the Laos Civic War Memorial Staduim Guard Hall Armory Arena, his length of chain slung around his neck and a large duffel bag in his left hand

SFJ18: D.H.! We were going to talk about you match coming up for the tag team championships?

DHM: Yeah. We were, weren't we?

SFJ24: ...

DHM: ...

SFJ24: Well?

DHM: ...This week....this week ain't about th' belts. This week ain't about pride, or respect, which one of the "Armies" has an upper hand in this "war". This week...This match...This is about people.

DHM: Y'see, for as long as I can remember it's been the same deal. The people who got, and the people that don't. No secret that I've been one of the ones that don't for a long time. Gave me a little perspective on th' matter. When you don't got, you can see that people that do, and you can see all they do is making sure that the ones that don't stay that way.

DHM: People who got things...Money, power, prestige, whatever...They're more interested in keepin' the ones that don't got any of it from gettin' it that it becomes all that matters to them. Even more than keepin' what they got, or gettin' more.

DHM: This ain't about The Sons, Shannon. Hell, this ain't even about IHOP. This about me. Maybe Spin ain't going t'be happy hearin' that, but I'm a shooter. Always have been. This is about me....And about YOU, Bennett.

DHM: See, I don't like L.J. Bennett much. He's rich, he's powerful....And he's slime. He wants t'show what power he has by changin' the rules mid-game. Restartin' matches? Bookin' matches on the fly? Makin' special stips at the last second? They're bully tactics. And bully tactics are tactics that come from bein' scared a' somethin'. An' he's been doin' to ALL of us. But maybe I'm the only one seein' that.

DHM: Come Mayhem, me an' Spin get in that ring with IHOP. They got the belts, and they'll be lookin' hard t'keep 'em. An' Spin, Spin wants those belts. Me personally, I wouldn't wanta t'be the person standin' in the way of that man an' tryin' t'keep him for something he wants.

DHM: But for me? This is about cuttin' two more bodies outta the way 'tween me an' another bully that wants t'be a wheel.

DHM stops walking in front of the RUN DEA suites

DHM: Y'got your soundbyte, Shannon...Now get outta here. I got work to do.

SFJ24 leaves, but the Ninja Cameraman lingers

DHM: Yo! You ready in there? We gotta lot of work t'do, an' we're burnin' daylight!

After a moment the door opens and Alexis Darling steps out, dressed in warmup clothes

DHM: Good. Now I got us set up down here, should be right for what we're gonna be doin'. Now the thing about fightin' Stank is...

fade

[Demko]

(We see The Amnesiac coming out of the locker room of O'Mac and Kincaid. He's wearing a t-shirt that says 'When Everyone's Super... No One Will Be'. He is immediately assaulted by a SFJ of unknown numeric value.)

SFJOUNV: THE Amnesiac! Can I have a word with you?

Amn: Let's make this quick, huh? I don't have the time nor the patience to be dealing with a woman of your clearly low intellect right now.

SFJOUNV: No need to get snippy!

Amn: Snippy? I'm just being a heel, lady. (The Amnesiac winces as Kayfabe peeks around the corner.) Now get on with your goddamn question!

SFJOUNV: What I'd like to know is... why? What made you turn your back on Team Rick?

Amn: Well honey... let's put it this way. There are winners out there, and there are losers. Could you please locate the gold in the OOWF for me?

SFJOUNV (sighs): It's mostly with Team Bennett right now.

Amn: EXACTLY. My case in point. There is no success on Team Rick. They're all going in different directions, and they have no clear path to succeeding. There's too much infighting, and not enough of a concerted effort to blow someone's nose, let alone face the entirety of Bennett's Army.

SFJOUNV: You said that you knew you were switching teams a few weeks ago, in Gotham City. Why did you wait until now?

Amn: Well... I'm not a completely heartless bastard. I wanted to make sure that Monkh was safely out of the way before I decided to enact my plan. More importantly, though, I also wanted to make sure that helpless little shit was out of *MY* way, so he couldn't come back and give me a huge ration of shit for my 'moral choices'. He never quite figured out that I'm not the most moral person on the planet.

SFJOUNV: Well then, why Crete? Why is he the object of your bitterness and hatred?

Amn: Concrete Takaken Gryfon is obsesssed. He's almost maniacal in his efforts to take down Moose. He wants it so bad, he's almost willing to compromise himself (and others) to get his vengeance. But he claims that he's a superhero. Well, I guess that makes me the villain of this piece, since I just can't agree with that logic. Sacrificing yourself and others for the sake of vengeance? I guess I'm the bad guy, if he's considered the good guy.

SFJOUNV: And last, but not least... can you tell me what your arrangements are with Tyson Kincaid and Eric O'Mac?

Amn: I can't. But I'm sure one of them would be happy to fill you in. Are we done here?

SFJOUNV: Sur-

(She can't even get out the word before The Amnesiac turns on his heels and storms off. The camera pans back to the SFJ.)

SFJOUNV: I guess that's all from here at Team Bennett's HQ. Back to you, Chuck.

(Kayfabe peeks a very puzzled face around the corner again. This time, she's practically speared out of her boots by Justin Sane. The impact causes Ladder to fall over onto him, and quickly, a referee is there to make the three count.)

ONE, TWO, THREE - WINNER AND NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION - LADDER! The referee hangs the title over Ladder's rungs and disappears as quickly as he appeared

(The cameraman sighs audibly, and then fades to black.)

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose is sitting in the back in a corner of the locker room with his chair tipped back, either sleeping, or concentrating on something. SFJ13 ignores Jack's reputation and walks up to him>

SFJ13: Moose, you won your match with Justin Sane tonight, but lost the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title immediately afterward to Justin Sane thanks to some help from Alexander Darling, what are your comments on this

MHJ: <without looking at SFJ13 or even opening his eyes. We are past the point of threats. And beside, Alexander Darling is too stupid to heed any warning, he will laugh it off and tell me its the same old same old. Well Darling, all I am going to tell you is this, you made a mistake tonight, you decided to stick your nose in my business, and you cost me a title. Now, it just so happens that you have a newly won Intercontinental title that I am sure you are damn proud of.

<Moose finally looks at the camera>

It would be a DAMN shame if something happened and you no longer had that title, now wouldn't it?

[salmonjunkie]

Viper is in the back with his head in his hands.

SFJ#40: Donovan Viper, you've had quite the reign as an intercontinental champion. How are you feeling having lost that title?

DV: How the fuck do you think I'm feeling, whore?!?

SFJ#40: You must feel like shit don't you?

DV: You're goddamn right I do!

SFJ#40: Well, for whatever reason, OOWF management has decided to give you a rematch for your title.

DV: Rematch clause you dumb broad!

SFJ#40: I figured as much. I can't see why management would actually want to give you a shot at the title again.

DV: Because I AM THE BEST! Donovan Viper is synonomus with championship gold. I am the reason people watch us on television, and I am the reason people come to our events.

SFJ#40: Hey, if you want to think that, more power to you. So what happens if you lose this match?

DV: What happens if I lose? What the hell kind of question is that?

SFJ#40: Well, it's a likely chance you'll lose the match, who wins their title back the show after a PPV? No one! So chances are you won't. What next? Gonna go back to the world title hunt, try to get the belt from your "brother"?

DV: I don't know what I'd do. I must have that belt back. Or else...

SFJ#40: Or else what? Are you going to retire? Is this going to be a loser leaves town match? (crosses fingers) Oh god, I hope so! That would be so nice!

DV: What? Who do you think I am? Capellan? I'm not that stupid!

SFJ#40: I dunno about that...

Viper can take no more of this badgering and gives SFJ#40 a SIDEWINDER TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!! Just then, The Worlds Gayest Fag Team walks in.

FFM3: So you really weren't Viet Cong Viper after all?

DV: Shut it, Fonz.

RH: What's with him?

FFM3: He's a dick.

RH: I already know that!

FFM3: Then why'd you ask me?

DV: Will both of you just shut the hell up?

[National Champion Chris Cole]

Chris Cole is sitting in an office chair facing the camera. We can oly see the back of the chair of the person he is talking to.

CC: So why don't I have a match this week?

Unknown Figure: You haven't promoed in a long time. We felt your roster spot for this week wasn't needed.

CC: But I just Main Evented the PPV.

UF: And lost.....again. Will you ever be World Champ again?

CC: Not if I'm not on the card.

UF: Perhaps you should earn your spot.

CC: Cut me some slack. You know I just became a father and I started a new day job. And I've also spent some time in this new venture called PWA. I'm spread thin and a bit tir-

UF: Excuses. Do you want to continue in the OOWF?

CC Yes.

UF: Will you focus your energy on improving what you bring to the table?

CC: Yes.

UF: Then we'll see what we can do for this week.

[Tommy]

*Davin Moreland is in the Run DEA Locker Room doing some cardio work on the treadmill. Lonleygirl15 looks DREADFULLY bored and wanders in with a microphone*

LG15: I'm Bored.

DM: ...

LG15: Can I, like, interview you or something?

DM: ...

LG15: Please?

*Davin turns off the treadmill, takes a big swig of Aquafina and towels himself off*

DM: What?

LG15: Interview?

DM: Whatever plot device. Get to it.

LG15: Jerl. Anyway, Davin...do you have any comments about your match with Poe last week?

DM: No.

LG15: Nothing at all?

DM: No.

LG15: Nothing about Concrete TG interfering and costing you your match?

DM: No.

LG15: Um...why?

DM: Team Unity.

LG15: Davin, even with Team Unity SURELY you have to have some thoughts about happened. I mean...you tapped?

DM: I didn't tap.

LG15: Well, the official decision was a loss by submiss...

DM: I DIDN'T FUCKING TAP. I WILL NEVER TAP. Especially to that fraud.

LG15: Well, Poe has beaten you a couple times now...are you saying it's...

DM: Flukes. Both times. Poe cannot match me one on one. He knows it. To his credit, he does what it takes to win. However, I had a little sit-down on the way over here this week with the rest of Run DEA. In order to BEAT Bennett, we have to use ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Enough moral high ground bullshit. There is no moral high ground in war, LG. None. My brothers P&L were hesitant at first, but I think even they understand what's at stake here. THIS is the line in the sand. THIS is our backs against the wall. You pushed us long e-fucking-nough Bennett; now it's time to feel the wrath that ALL of Team Rick will rain down on you. We owe it to the fans, we owe it to Rick, and we owe it to ourselves, our careers, our LEGACIES to make sure that THIS. ENDS. NOW. So Poe? I'd put a brace on that ankle of yours, maybe two. I wouldn't want to see it get snapped by "accident".

LG15: Are you saying you're going to target his ankle?

DM: By any means necessary.

LG15: Davin, lately there's been a lot of talk around the locker room that you're disgruntled by some of the politics going on backstage. Care to comment?

DM: No.

LG15: But Davin, it's obvious to everyone that you feel snubbed by everyone else getting their title challenges before you.

DM: I'll get mine. (Hi LD!) They CAN NOT take that away from me. Not even Bennett. He can suspend me. He can put me in a feud with my stablemates. He can continue to delay my inevitable World Championship win; but he can never, ever, take my title shot away. The board and booking committee have already approved it and it is iron-clad. Trust me (tm MHJ) I checked. So I've come to a decision. Let them all challenge for the title. In case no one's noticed; LD has beaten them ALL, and this is WITHOUT help from Bennett. There is one man who HAS beaten him, and who CAN beat him, and they all know it.

LG15: Who?

DM: You're lookin' at him, sweetheart.

LG15: What about the..disgruntled...thing?

DM: I'm not here to talk about the past. I'm here to talk about the future and what we can do going forward.

LG15: That sounds familiar.

DM: You done?

LG15: Any comments on Concrete TG?

DM: I already told you no.

LG15: Ok, fine. I'm leaving.

*LonelyGirl15 leaves just as Samantha Darling pokes her head in the door*

SD: Want to go get some lunch Davin?

DM: Why?

SD: Um, because I'm hungry, jackass?

DM: Why me?

SD: Because you're the only one here. Fine. Fuck you then. I'll go myself.

DM: No, wait, I mean...I'm surprised you'd even ask me after everything with...

SD: I'm not Alexis, thank god. I love my sister to death, and I still think you're wrong, mostly with what you said; but that doesn't mean I can't talk to you.

DM: Huh. Maturity from a Darling. Who knew?

SD: I *am* the older sister, remember?

DM: Point taken. Let me grab a quick shower and I'll be out in a second.

SD: Ok good. *Davin leaves* Now...where did I put my spoon...

*fade*

[Fire-Babe]

This all takes place either very late or very early in the morning, depending upon how you look at it, after the PPV. The scene is a VERY seedy and run down structure, illuminated only by candles on the tables, and lanterns on the walls. At first glance, it looks like a bar, however a closer look, which is hard to do thanks to the lack of lighting, would reveal there are no actual alcohol bottles, glasses, or any of the other things folks would think of as belonging in a bar. Only thing bar-like is a doorman who appears to only let certain people in.

The bar is about half full of people, mostly men, paired off at tables. They talk in low whispers, and occasionally things are passed under the tables. The air is hazy, as there is no smoking ban in Ho Chi Minh City. It hangs low, further obscuring the identities and goings-on in the place.

A black limo pulls up outside, and two figures step out. They whisper to each other, and one stands back as the other goes up to the door. After some linguistic difficulties, the doorman finally lets the first man in, and points towards a table where another person is sitting. The lantern on the wall reveals the new arrival to be one Eric O' Mac.

EO'M: Shouldn't you be in the hospital?

The camera light flickers to reveal Firewoman, with some stitches and stuff.

FW: I went. I left.

EO'M: So I got your message from your errand boy, Lucky. I'm here.

FW: Have a seat.

EO'M: [looking at the benches with some disgust, but finally sitting down] You really do hang out in some high class establishments.

FW: Neutral ground, remember? No prying ears. No one to interrupt...or run in.

EO'M: I have no idea what you're talking about. This seems exactly like the kind of place where you would punch an innocent man for no reason.

FW: No reason? Are you still singing that tune? Fuck you!

EO'M: You sucker punch me in the hallway, and you dare talk to me like that?

Eric O' Mac stands up, which yields a look from everyone in the place. The doorman comes over, exchanges a look with Firewoman, who nods. He goes back to the door.

EO'M: Oh yeah...real neutral location. Full of your underworld friends.

FW: We've established this Eric. I don't have or want friends. Now sit down before you draw attention you probably don't want.

[Eric sits down.]

FW: Now, I'm willing to admit...perhaps I reacted a little hastily in our little hallway encounter in North Korea. But you did have me cornered. I ask you...how would you have reacted had the tables been turned.

EO'M: [thinks for a moment] Okay....fair enough.

FW: Besides, I notice you did NOT hold to our agreement and did NOT come alone. So we are back to being even. No advantage here for me.

EO'M: I kinda think you're allies outnumber mine at the moment. So what is it you want, Firewoman.

FW: Lots of painkillers, but I'm working on that. Besides, I don't need you for that. I need you for this.

EO'M: .... uh ....what?

FW: One more match with Dead. Make Bennett book it for Wednesday.

EO'M: Wow...you are crazy. Hasn't he beat you up enough for one lifetime?

FW: I'm getting my belt back, Eric. Any means necessary. That belt belongs to Team Rick's side, and I'm going to see to it that it gets back there.

EO'M: Are you sure you haven't already taken too many meds? Bennett will never agree to that.

FW: He will if you ask him. You and he have quite the relationship.

EO'M: What do you mean?

FW: Just that I've been doing a little research, on you, Eric. You're kind of a hard person to pin down. There's not a lot on you before OOWF. But that's okay, it's out there, and I can find it. It'll just take some time.

EO'M: And what does all this have to do with Dead?

FW: One thing that is curious is exactly how tight you and Bennett are. Almost seems like you're the GM and he's the lapdog sometimes, rather than the reverse. Cos it is the reverse...right?

EO'M: Mr. Bennett respects my opinion.

FW: Riiiiiight. Which is why you're going to tell him to book another rematch for the belt.

EO'M: What's in it for me? You'll just lose again.

FW: Lots of things, Eric. For one, if I do lose again, (and that is a pretty big "if"), it'll be sure to be all bloody and stuff, and you'll enjoy that.

EO'M: True...

FW: And I'll be too occupied with that to continue my research.

EO'M:.....

FW:.....

EO'M: Your research doesn't bother me.

FW: Of course not. That's why everything is so carefully hidden, and why Bennett looks to YOU every time someone asks him a question. I wonder why that is....

EO'M: Fine. I'll ask him. I can make no promises....

FW: Sure you can, Eric. Right now, you're trying to figure out a way to sell it to him. I'll do you one better. Make it a "last chance" match. No stips, no fancy rules... But if I lose, I'll never challenge for the Onslaught Championship again.

Eric thinks about this for a minute.

EO'M: You're pretty sure of yourself.

FW: One way or the other, that belt is coming back to ME and coming back to Team Rick.

Eric thinks for a few minutes more. He and Firewoman engage in a staredown while this is going on, and neither of them are flinching. The tension in the bar gets thicker, as the denizens know there is something going on at that table, and they should be ready if something else happens. Finally, Eric smiles evilly.

EO'M: Okay, Fire. You got it.

FW: Really? Don't need to talk to your "boss?"

Eric doesn't answer, but gets up, smirking. He keeps his eyes on Firewoman as he gets his coat back on and heads for the door. The door man eyeballs him for a bit, and then opens the door so he can leave.

Once outside, Eric gets on the phone, but gets in the limo before we can hear who he calls or what he says.

[Deleted]

Backstage after the show all hell is breaking loose in the [green] Gaelic Storm [/green] locker room

Damon: “What the fuck is your problem?”

Seamus: What the fuck is MY problem?”

Damon: “Did I fucking stutter?”

Seamus: “You need to take a step back, relax and take the attitude out of your voice…my fucking problem is I'm tired of carrying your dead ass.”

Damon: “What are you taking about?”

Seamus: “I’m talking about your aloof attitude, you don’t train, you don’t promo, it’s like you’re never here.”

Damon: “Well I’ve been busy, but I’m always in the ring when the bell sounds!”

Seamus: “We’re done.”

Damon: “What?”

Seamus: “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee areeeeeeeeeeeeee dooooonnneeeeee, finished, stick a fork in it and walk away…”

Damon: “Just like that?”

Seamus: “Look man, I got here and was thrown into a stupid tag team with Dead”

Rory: “I think it’s The Dead?”

Connor: “No he’s all grown up and in 1st person”

Rory: “Really? “

Connor: “Yep got a belt and everything, he’s a transitional champion”

Rory: “Wait The Dead, is a transsexual?”

Liam: Dead, just Dead”

Rory: “Oh so Dead is a transsexual?”

Connor: “No transitional, not transsexual, well I mean not that I know…he could be both?”

Liam: “I don’t think so, damn that’s scary”

Seamus and Damon are both glaring at the other members of [green] Gaelic Storm [/green]

Seamus: “Would you guys shut the fuck up!”

Damon: “So…”

Seamus: “Soooooooooooo I carried him around until he became Moose’s house boy and then you came around and we were thrown together and that’s all I fucking do is tag matches….”

Damon: “We could be tag champions again?”

Seamus: ‘And someday we might, but for now you need to go…you want to hang out and drink – cool, but you’re on your own, I’m done…Here is your half of the money from Steel.

Damon: “For what? And fucking thanks for letting me know…”

Seamus: “For nothing…just stepping aside and letting Tytan do what he wanted, and as for letting you know? You know now and that’s all you need to know…you probably gonna need a new locker so D…I mean this – Good luck to ya…”

Damon: “Just like that.”

Seamus: “Just”

Damon: “What about our next match?”

Connor: “I’ll handle it”

Damon extends his hand and Seamus grabs it, the two men shake and stare at each other…a long minute passes, then Damon grabs his duffle bag and heads to the door, at the door he pauses…Seamus throws a bottle of Dewar’s at him, Damon catches it, downs it, smiles and heads out the door

[Road Warrior Shark]

(Lucios is walking backstage and runs into Spin Hansen.)

Spin: Odd to see you out without your partner.

Lucios: He needs his trampoline time. I need my reflective time. You and DH don't spend every waking hour together either.

Spin: True enough I suppose.

Lucios: I know you're going to say no, but If you and DH want anyone in your corner for your title match, Phantos and I would be available.

Spin: (appears insulted) We don't need anyone's help beating those jackasses.

Lucios: I didn't offer help. I said If you wanted someone to make sure the odds stayed even, you let us know. I would never interfere in a championship match.

Spin: I get what yer sayin, but DH and I can handle it. If we need backup, we got OBJ and Stank to watch our backs.

Lucios: I figured you'd say that. I look forward to tearing the house down with you again. Sunday was as good a match as this place has seen in a while.

(They shake hands and Spin makes his way down the corridor. Lucios sees Alexis Darling leaving the gym with DH.)

Alexis: Partner

Lucios: Teammate. DH, can you give us some space?

DH: Yep. Good workout Lexxie

(DH walks away)

Lucios: I realize you might have gotten your feelings hurt after the trios match. Perhaps Phantos or I should have tried to reasure you.

Alexis: I understand, really...

Lucios: No, I'm afraid you don't. I am not apologizing. I still think you cost us our Championships. Your feelings are irrelevant. If losing a match will cause your feelings to get hurt, get out of this business. Lay down for Stank. Go back to the states and do what you do best. Manupulate. Canive. Lie Cheat and Steal. Get the background details that will help us get rid of Bennett. Leave the wrestling to the wrestlers.

Alexis: I was IWA Mid....

Lucios: So What? Everyone here was top dog somewhere else. You want to be respected as a wrestler? Go back to the IWA.

Alexis: I can't believe you're talking to me like this. All that talk about team unity is bullshit isn't it?

Lucios: Unity doesn't entail blind support. We all have jobs to do. DO YOURS.

(Lucios storms away from Alexis. He turns a corner and sees SYB at the end of the corridor. Lucios rushes SYB and hoists him in the air by his neck.)

Lucios: Keep ducking us you yellow-bellied coward, and Bennett will have to find a new lapdog.

(Lucios tosses SYB into a nearby dumpster. and walks away)

[Tommy]

***OOC*** My Partner? He gets his-self an exalt in like 53 minutes.

[DevSop]

*OOC* Sucks you have to wait 53 minutes to get him back to the karma he was at. SMITE *

[iamdoug]

The camera comes up on the empty DEA suite, when suddenly The window explodes as Justin Sane comes crashing through it. The camera zooms in and we see that Justin is beaten, bloody, exhausted, paranoid, but most importantly is holding the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title. Justin slowly rises to his feat, and makes a quick search of the room, opening lockers, looking under sofa's and checking all the corners. Finally satisfied that he is alone, Justin breaths a sigh of relief. Suddenly he hears a light growl from behind him, and turns to find himself looking at Spirros. There is an uncomfortably long pause during which a tumbleweed mysteriously rolls between them. Finally the silence is broken by a happy yip from Spirros who bounds towards Justin.

JS: No, You can't have my OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal World Intercontinental Onslaught Tag Triple Threat King of the Ring Mountain Knockout Belt.

With that Justin turns to flee, slamming into the lockers behind him, bouncing off of them he tumbles into a weight rack nearly being taken out by a 20 pounder. He recovers and attempts to dive over a nearby sofa, unfortunately his feet catch it and he face plants onto the floor. Justin rolls onto his back right as Spirros leaps off the back of the couch towards Justin's chest. Mere moments before he lands, Spirros is caught by Phantos, who entered the suite from the side entrance. Lucious soon enters from the front as Justin hops to his feet. Justin snatches up the belt, and with a wild look in his eyes slowly backs into a corner.

JS: Ok team Aquaman, hold it right their. I know I agreed to join team gm therock, and I know we are partners at mayhem, but I don't know if I can trust you.

P: You don't know if you can trust us? We barely even know you.

L: What makes you think you can't trust us? And It's team Aquafina not Aquaman.

JS: It's not personal, but I went through a war to win this. (Justin holds up the belt) and I can't afford to let my guard down for a moment. I took Mouse to hell and back, and right at the time of my greatest victory, I nearly had it snatched from me by

(Suddenly the scene shifts to an overhead shot of an abandoned stretch of road in the rain, where we see Justin on his knees arms outstretched, head to the sky screaming LAAAADDDDDDEEERRRRRR. Just as suddenly the scene shifts back)

L: How did he just do that?

P: I have no clue.

JS: So until I have your words as true athletes that you won't attempt to take my championship from me before our match at mayhem, I don't know if I can trust you.

L: What did you just call it?

JS: My Championship?

(Lucious and Phantos look at each other smile and exchange knowing nods)

P: We always respect alliances, and we always respect Championships. It's a deal.

With That Phantos holds out his hand, and him and Justin exchange the handshake of mutual respect. Lucious pats Justin on the back nearly sending him to the floor, before grabbing his shoulder to prevent him from falling.

L: Now then, that's settled let's find Concrete and talk strategy for our match.

(as the camera fades out, we see a look of relief starting to come across the face of Justin Sane.)

[Eric O'Mac]

*Fade in*

*We zoom in to see Eric O'Mac, Tyson Kincaid, and Blitz sitting around a table, playing cards. SFJ #15 walks in the smoke free room.*

SFJ#15: Eric!

Eric: STACY! COME ON IN!

SFJ#15:...I'm already in.

Eric: Ok. What's up?

SFJ#15: Well, there's a lot of questions concerning your actions lately.

Eric: To be honest, I was DRAGGED to that crazy island.

Tyson: Dude, I already apologized. Although I don't see the need to apologize...

SFJ#15: No, first off, what is Blitz doing here?

Eric: Who?

Blitz: Me. The guy you're playing cards with. The guy who has the highest chip count. The guy who plays real Texas Hold 'Em.

Eric:....

Blitz: I'm the reason we won the six man tag match at the pay-per-view!

Eric: That's impossible. I got the pin fall.

Blitz: BECAUSE OF ME!

Eric:...

Tyson:...

SFJ#15: Eric he's got a poi...

Eric:...Hang on, Stacy. Let me handle this. Blitz, I'm all in.

Blitz: Are you sure? You've got a 4-9 off suit.

Eric: How do you know that?

Blitz: Because you've installed OOWF PokerCam (TM) in all the poker tables and we're on TV right now and the TV is on right behind you.

Eric: Whatever. Take your fucking money.

SFJ#15: Anyways, Eric, I wanted to ask you about your involvement with Amnesiac turning on Concrete TG.

Eric: My INVOLVEMENT? I had NOTHING to do with Amnesiac turning on Concrete TG.

SFJ#15: Eric, we've known each other a long time...

Eric: OK, I lied a little bit there. But I warned Concrete. I warned him that the Revolution was coming. And that Revolution was in the form of the Amnesiac. I'll get you two properly aquainted soon. I told Blitz we'd play poker, and by God, play poker is what we're gonna do.

SFJ#15: OK, what about your meeting with Firewoman?

Eric: What about it?

SFJ#15: Well it just seems...

Eric: I told her I'd meet her any time, any place. We talked. That's all that happened.

SFJ#15: OK, any thought on your match at Mayhem?

Eric: Yes. It's an 8-man tag match, and it's Moose, a man I respect, Kincaid, a man I'm proud to call a friend, and Amnesiac, one of the best young wrestlers in this company against 4 jackasses who don't know what they are fighting for. Yes, we are at war, but what are they getting out of it? To keep Rick in place? Rick has been a horrible GM. So the plan is to beat 'em, rape 'em, and blow their fucking brains out.

Tyson, Blitz, SFJ#15: NO RAPE!

Eric: Oh, that's right. Stupid Carl...

SFJ#15:...

Eric: Anyways, they already know what it is, it's primetime, and we're going to show them that the only fucking measuring stick in THIS company, is the one that Ryan Hardcore uses to measure his dick. We'll knock 'em unconscious, we'll take their women, we'll do whatever we want. And when the day comes when they are broken down, career has ended, and they are looking to me for pity, I'll simply tell them one thing.

Ask me if I give a shit.

SFJ#15: Thank you for your time Eric.

Eric: Anytime, Stacy. Remember, they call me the Mastadon because I've got the trunk in the front.

SFJ#15: Right.

*SFJ#15 walks to the door and pushes the door open - as she does, she hits ZK DeBeers, who is walking by. Eric peers over his shoulder.*

Eric: Ha.

*Fade out.*

[fasteddie]

(The camera comes up on Tytan who is in the middle of benching something obscene, with the Ultimo Inc staff watching on. Dr.Podvod is in the background working on the computer showing know interest in what Tytan is doing. Steel can also be seen watching in the background with a smile on his face. Tytan finishes his set and the crowd applauds and then disperses. Steel makes his way toward Tytan and hands him an Ultimo Inc towel and water bottle.)

Steel: So it seems like the plan is working. Some of the wrestlers around here are starting to take notice to you.

Tytan: You mean Skank.

Steel: Stank.

Tytan:It's about freaken' time. I have practically had to kill his buddy Jack. One of the legends of the OOWF (Spits) that's what I have to say to that, Stank. The man that helped unify Team Unity...Big Deal!

Steel: Supposedly he is pissed of at you.

Tytan: That's suppose to scare me. Stank, don't you know who I am? I am the Future of Wrestling. I am the Future of the OOWF. )Poses showing off the biceps.) I am the prototype of what wrestling will be in the 21st Century. And you what are you....your Skank.

Steel: Stank.

Tytan: Stank...Skank...he can be Stan fricken Hansen for all I care. All I know is you don't scare me one bit....while you are sitting around drinking and beating the crap out of DeBeers I have been training and get stronger, and just a bit more pissed off.

So you know what here's an idea and to borrow the phrase "Don't just sing it...bring it!" If Jack is tied up in the hospital bed and can't make Mayhem I'll have an opening on my dance card. Come find me I'll put you in the hospital bed right next to your drinking buddy.

Steel: Skank it looks like-

(Podvod from the computer.)

Podvod: It's Stank.

Steel: Damn Tytan now you got me doing it. Stank it seem like you got some thinking to do. See you at Mayhem.

(Fade Out)

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

*Outback Jack is at the bar of the Destroyitarium, drinking green tea. WTF?*

Bartender: Are you sure that's OK?

OBJ: Yes.

Bartender: You didn't want like an Long Island Ice Tea?

OBJ: No.

*Stank walks over, and the bartender looks pointedly at OBJ and raises his eyebrows*

StanK: How's it going?

OBJ: Alright so far.

Stank: Kind of a change of pace for you. No beer or whiskey?

OBJ: After I finish this I may drink some grain alcohol. I know people here who sell it cheap. I like this country. I've been here many times.

Stank: Um, you don't seem like yourself. No belching. No catch phrases. No jokes.

OBJ: Well, Outback Jack and Jack of the Hinterlands are having a meeting. They call me Back of Beyond Jack, but they don't let me wrestle. Usually.

Stank: OK.

OBJ: But we all like you.

Stank: Thanks, I guess.

[fasteddie]

(Tytan just finished up his training received word of the latest promo cut from Outback Jack. He watches it back at laughs.)

DBI: So Tytan what do you got to say about Jack's personalities, and how is this going to change the way you prepare for the match against him?

Tytan: Listen Jack, you can bring all the personalties you want it doesn't matter. You can bring Jack Nicholson, Jack Nicklaus, Jack in the Box, it doesn't matter. You can bring Cactus Jack, Jack Brisco, Jack Dempsey,Panama Jack and New Jack. Then you can go and find Captain Jack Sparrow, Jack Black, The Jack of Hearts, the Jack of Spades, and Jack of all Trades. It won't matter. You can bring Jack Sprat who would eat no fat, speaking of fat you can even bring Jack Tunney. They still wouldn't be able to help you. In fact you can even drink all the Jack Daniels you want and listen to Jumpin Jack Flash while playing Jacks with Jack and Jill and it's not going to matter. You and all your other Jacks are nothing but a bunch of Jack-Asses and you won't beat me.

So stop with these Jacked up Games you Jerk off and get in the ring and fight me. See ya at Mayhem!

(Fade to Black)

[Deleted]

Jack off

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

*OBJ drinks some more green tea, and spits it out*

OBJ: What the hell is this?

Bartender: You did order it. Right, Stank?

Stank: That is true.

OBJ: Oh, sorry. I forgot he liked that stuff.

Stank: Anything you need to tell me?

OBJ: I think we're good, mate. Tytan can lift all the weights he wants. Weights don't fight back. I fight back. Jack of the Hinterlands fights back.

Stank: What about that other guy?

OBJ: Oh, he's batshit insane, but he fights back too. Now can I get a decent drink, mate?

*The bartender pours him a shot and a beer, both of which OBJ slams*

OBJ (belches): Australian for I was born ready for a Last Man Standing Match! Hey, mate, set up the big man and give me a refill!

*Bartender sets up the next round*

Bartender; I'm glad things are back to normal around here. I was going to have to borrow green tea from Lucky.

[Demko]

(Concrete TG is walking down the hallway and comes upon his locker room. On the door is taped a simple note. The note reads: "You won't know when." Crete balls up the note and throws it on the ground, obviously frustrated. He goes into the locker room. CTG stops just inside the door, flicks on the lightswitch and cocks his head to one side, listening.)

CTG: Is someone in here?

(Crete walks across the room to a foot locker. He grabs a set of keys from a pocket and opens the chest. Inside the chest is taped another note, in the same handwriting. This one says "You won't know how." Again, CTG just crumples up the note and pulls out a set of handweights. He begins to work out, pumping iron. There is a creaking noise coming from somewhere. Crete looks up and looks around the locker room, then heads over to a locker, where the squeaky noise is coming from.)

CTG: What in the name of Zeus?

(Crete opens up the locker to find this:



The bird gets closer and closer to a big red button. Suddenly Crete looks panicked. He turns to run out of the locker room, when suddenly, the bird hits the red button. A chime sounds (coming from a tinny speaker near the bird inside the locker. Crete turns back to look, and behind the bird, this message has popped up:



Crete leaves the room, turning the light off and closing the door behind him. He looks concerned as he leaves.)

[blownspot]

Stank - I told you Tytan was too dumb to be scared.

OBJ - SHHHHH!

Stank - What?

OBJ - He'll hear you and then we'll have to suffer through another one of his informercials.

Stank - Oh. sorry.

<DH Magnusson walks in.>

Stank - Mags how'd it go?

DHM - How'd what go?

Stank - Your little session with Alexis.

DHM - Heard about that, eh?

Stank - Yeah.

DHM - We have a problem?

Stank - Not at all. She can train with Shawn Michaels for all I care.

DHM - What I've been teaching her Shawn never could.

Stank - It won't matter. In the end she's losing that match.

DHM - Yeah and if you continue to take her lightly, you'll lose more... even if you win.

<DH continues to the back in search of the hard stuff.>

Stank - Does he have a problem with me?

OBJ - Who doesn't?

Stank - ...

OBJ - ...

Stank - Wait. Do YOU have a problem with me?

OBJ - Jack of the Hinterlands has a problem with EVERYONE.

Stank - Can I speak to Outback Jack?

OBJ - *Belch* That's Australian for yeah, mate.

Stank - You're a very disturbed individual.

OBJ - What'd I do?

<Stank's phone vibrates and he looks down at it, reading the text message.>

Stank - It's Alexis. She wants to meet. I'll be back.

[DevSop]

Done at some point where it makes sense continuity wise.

*Destroyatorium*

It’s loud and boisterous in the Destroyatorium as many of Team Rick and random OOWF stagehands and employees are enjoying a beverage or two. Stank is sitting at the bar and he does not seem to be in the best of moods as he watches some OOWF-TV and seems to be getting angrier and angrier. No one else from D&D is in the Destroyatorium for a change and the rest of the patrons have slowly started filing out in order not to piss Stank off by looking at him wrong. Pretty soon there’s only a few people left and they all scurry for the exits when Alexander Darling heads into the room with LonelyGirl15 and Samantha Darling. He hands his Intercontinental Championship to his sister as he points them towards a back table where they go and take a seat. Alexander heads over to the bar and takes a seat next to Stank.

Stank turns his head and notices who finally took a seat next to him. He sighs and slams back another shot.

Stank: Here to try and soften me up for your sister?

Alexander Darling: Nope.

Stank: Want me to take it easy on her?

Alexander: Nope.

Stank: Here to gloat about the piece of gold you’re carrying?

Alexander: Nope.

Stank: Why don’t you just fucking tell me why you’re here then. I have drinking to get to.

Alexander: Just here to talk, big man.

Stank: So talk then. I’m not in the mood.

Alexander: Stank, you’ve been real good to me since I got here. I know I pissed a ton of guys off.

Stank: Fuck yea you did. Moose wants to wear your intestines as a crown. Man, you should have heard some of what he was saying about you right after you got here.

Alexander: Yea, terrific. Moose can go jump in front of a bus for all I care. All he does is talk and throw idle threats my way. Hell, I carved my fucking initials in him like he was my bitch and he’s done nothing. He’ll keep talking and I’ll keep waiting for him to do something.

Stank: Hasn’t he beaten you a few times, now?

Alexander: Always with the help of his little lackeys like Dead and AA and MacCappington.

Stank: Did you just call Capslock a lackey to Moose? Really?

Alexander: If the leash fits.

Stank: You really do have a death wish. It’s kinda why I like you Darling. You have no fear.

Alexander: It runs in the family.

Stank: Here it comes.

Alexander: Nah, I already said I wouldn’t ask you to take it easy on her. This is her decision. If she thought for a second I was doing anything like that for her, she’d fucking have my balls on a plate.

Stank: I hear…

Alexander: Watch it Stank. I’m not here for anything, but she’s also my sister and even if you’d probably throw me over this bar. It’d have to be done.

Stank: Fair enough. I kinda respect that you’d stick up for her. I really need to know why though Alex. What the fuck is the point of this challenge? Why does she insist on going through with it?

Alexander: Fuck if I know. I don’t try to understand Alexis half the time, but if I had to guess she’s been lost in the shuffle here recently and needs to make sure she still has a place.

Stank: But I told her how she could help.

Alexander: Exactly Stank. Alexis isn’t the type to be told anything. You tried and this is her way out of it.

Stank: Going back to the states hurt is her way out of it?

Alexander: Look, as I said I don’t really understand why Alexis does what she does half the time or even how she does it. I still don’t know exactly how I aligned with Moreland, but it’s working. That’s what Alexis does, she gets the job done. No matter what it is or how it has to get done. So that’s why you don’t have to worry about getting the information. She’ll get it.

Stank: Good, but this match is fucking dumb. We have enough cracks in out foundation over here. Davin’s so far over the top with the Team Unity bullshit, Crete’s out there “helping” our guys lose and now I see Fire is making fucking deals with Eric of all people.

Alexander: Don’t worry about the bullshit Stank. You should know that better than the rest of us. When push comes to shove, we’ll all be there pushing back against Bennett and whoever he throws at us. But none of that has anything to do with Alexis.

Stank: What does it have to do with then?

Alexander: She wants to do things her way basically. She knows you’re right that she needs to figure out her role, but she’s a Darling. We have a tough time admitting when others are right. But Stank, I’m telling you…don’t take her lightly.

Stank just gives Alex a look.
Believe me Stank. I know she doesn’t have the credibility of Firewoman when it comes to what she can do in the ring, but she will come at you and she will come hard.

Stank: I thought we were talking about the match.

Alex just laughs,
Alexander: Cute Stank. I’m serious. Alexis will do what we need her to after Wednesday, but this Mayhem, she’ll do what SHE needs to.

Stank: I still don’t like this Alex. There’s just no need for it to be even happening right now. We can crack as a team at any moment.

Alexander: Stank, to take a phrase from an old friend of mine. Trust me, things will work out.

Stank just shakes his head,
Stank: You really are just fucking asking for it. Go have a drink with your little harem.

Alexander: Actually, would you like to meet them. The tall blonde is actually my older sister Samantha.

Stank: Wait, the one who knows Wally?

Alexander: SHE KNOWS WHO?

Stank looks around the room when he notices no one at all calling him over.
Stank: Sorry Alexander, duty calls.

Alexander: But no one is there. Goddamn it.

Alexander walks over to the table where Sam and LG15 are sitting.
Sam, tell me right now how you know Wally?

Samantha: I have no idea what you’re talking. Hey LG, didn’t you have a question for dear brother.

LG puts down her cosmopolitan.
LG15: Huh, what? Oh, time for me to be a plot device again? Hopefully you’re nice than Davin. He’s such an asshole.

Everyone just nods in agreement before moving on.
LG15: Fine, Alexander…opinions on this past PPV.

Alexander: I wrestled Viper, I beat Viper. Same shit, different week. He finally didn’t weasel his way out of it and I finally got MY championship back.

LG15: It looks really good on you too.

Samantha: Calm down girl.

LG15: Oh yea…I’m just feeling really good all of a sudden. This Cosmo had a kick. Anyway, Alex…another match with Viper?

Alexander: Yup. And now it’s him chasing and there will be no bird, there will be no distractions. Someone will have to pry this belt out of my cold dead hands before I give it up again.

LG15 has moved closer and closer to Alexander and is now massaging his back. Alexander looks at her, then at her drink, and then at his sister.
Sam, tell me you didn’t?

Samantha just smiles.

Alexander: Let’s get back to the suites. Sam, settle up if you can.

Samantha: Sure thing dear brother. Don’t do anything I haven’t done.

Alexander just laughs as he puts LG15’s arms over his shoulders and the two start to walk out even as LG15 tries to dance her way out.

Samantha finishes up her drink before heading over to the bar. She leans up next to Stank.

Samantha: Good to see you again Lucas. Tell Wally he better stop ignoring my calls. I’m not happy.

Stank just sighs.

Stank: Sure Sammie.

Samantha: That’s a good Mann.

*Fade*

[Jack Quinn]

<Darling and LG15 leave the Destroyitarium and head down the hall, they don't make it far when someone grabs Darling from behind, spins him around and BLASTS him between the eyes with a logging chain. Darling falls to the floor, stunned, LG15 stands staring wide eyed.

Just then, we see the attacker is Moosehead Jack. Moose grabs LG15 and slams her face first into the wall before she can scream, she falls to the floor, out cold.

Moose turns to Alexander Darling, who is just getting to his feet and catches him with a kick to the mouth that sends him back to the floor. Moose loops the logging chain around Darling's throat and drags him through a set of doors and kicks him down a flight of stairs. Moose waits about half way up the stairs and wraps the chain around his fist, as Darling gets to his feet, Moose leaps and catches Darling right on the side of the head. Darling collapses in a heap.

Moose drags a barely conscious Darling to a dark corner of the basement and where we see Moose has a few things ready. Jack waits for Darling to begin to stir, then breaks a bottle against the wall and leaps at Darling and pins him to the floor. Moose has a look of pure hatred in his eyes and takes the jagged edge of the bottle and runs it right under Darling's eye, scraping against his lower eye lid. Darling has a look on his face that appears to be a mix of rage and fear>

MHJ: You couldn't leave well enough alone could you Darling. You just HAD to keep pushing. So this is what you want?

AD: Fuck you

<Moose digs the glass into Darling's cheek leaving a nice long gash on his face. Darling grunts in pain>

AD: You better fucking kill me right now Moose, because I swear to Christ, when I get free, I am going to fucking murder you

MHJ: Now who's all talk?

<With that Moose repeatedly slashes at Darling's forehead, leaving several long gashes across his face, blood runs from Darling's head. Moose gets off Darling and he rolls to one side, grabbing his face.>

MHJ: We're not done yet Little Alex

<With that Moose grabs a piece of barbed wire and repeatedly whips Darling, everywhere the razor sharp wire hits, it slices open the skin. To escape the onslaught, Darling gets to his feet and tries to come at Moose, but Moose catches him with a boot to the mid section and drops him on the cement with a DDT. Darling is out cold. Moose sits next to him for a moment>

MHJ: Well at least it wasn't a heart punch

<Blood runs off of Darling as Moose gets to his feet and walks away>