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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 14:53:20 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Roachtown, Illinois November 6, 2013
OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match Alexis Darling vs. Firewoman vs. Tommy Wilder
Non-Title Match Ghosthead vs. Jason Allen
Best of Seven - Match 1:Stips TBA kz vs. Texpress
Alexander Darling vs. Amazing Jos Ecosystem vs. DK Murphy vs. Justin Sane Stan Fulton vs. Daniella Murphy vs. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville Christian Carter & Chris Evans vs. Danny Taylor & Matt Folz Stank & Chloe vs. Mai Muyo & Miranda Williams
card subject to roach.....stuff.....I got nothin
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 14:53:46 GMT -5
In GMtheNate's office, before the card is posted talking with Davin Moreland.
GMtN: Are you kidding? The Internet is all abuzz with these two! They would LIKE an actual match to a finish. So would I.
DM: I know...and...look, I have to look out for the best interests of my ... well, not really client..but...
GMtN: I'm sorry...Fire v. Chloe is GOLD. Ratings have started to creep up, and there's already buzz about the next PPV.
DM: I get that...and I think....look...you are aware of Fire's....issues?
GMtN: You mean.....these?
Nate pulls a very thick file folder out of his desk drawer.
GMtN: I don't understand all the psychobabble, but I think I know the general gist of things. What are we talking here?
DM: I...I don't know....she gets all kinds of obsessed about her opponents sometimes, but...this is just ...different. I've NEVER seen her walk out of the ring before?
GMtN: Didn't she with Concrete during a tag team match?
DM: You know your history. Can't blame her for that one, she didn't write it...
Kayfabe comes in and throws paperwads at them both.
GMtN: Who was that?
DM: I'll explain later. Anyway, something is off...different...I don't know what it is, but until she has a handle on it--
GMtN: She didn't walk out tonight.
DM: She ALMOST did.
GMtN: Yeah, but then she got herself together and got back in the ring and Chloe walked out.
DM: And Fire just stood there. The Firewoman I know...my cousin....would have dragged Chloe by the hair back to the ring and stomped her into oblivion.
Nate looks at him for a bit, then takes a pen, scratches something out and rewrites a few things.
GMtN: There...I made the IC a Triple Threat match. Good enough?
DM: Thanks.
GMtN: I think I know the answer to this...Fire know you're here?
DM: Are you kidding? She would never let me do this. But it's really best...I see the warning signs. She'll get back on track in a few weeks, and you'll get your Fire v. Chloe match.
GMtN: Does she watch OOWF-TV?
DM: Obsessively.
GMtN: So...she'll see this.
DM: She's probably watching right now.
GMtN: Oh...well.....think she'll be pissed?
DM: I'm convinced she'll be beyond that but after the screaming and cursing and throwing of things and attempts at punching die down she'll know I'm right. I always am.
GMtN: Yeah...well...good luck.
Davin pulls out his St. Christopher medal, makes a sign of the cross as he leaves.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 14:54:26 GMT -5
(The scene is the American Sunrise complex. Sunny is back in her office and writing something when the phone rings.)
Sunny: Edra Neal's office, this is Sunny.
Mai: Sunny? Oh yes, this is Mai, how are you?
Sunny: Mai? Mai Muyo? This is...unexpected.
Mai: Oh, I know. Listen, I just have a minute. I wanted to talk to Edra. I think we may have some...well, some common goals.
Sunny: Goals. Such as...
Mai: Look, I have a match this week against Edra's sister, and I wanted to get some perspective from her.
Sunny: Probably not a good idea. Edra's head isn't in the right place.
Mai: Neither is her sister's. Look, I understand issues between siblings. I know how bad things can be sometimes. I want to help.
Sunny: I understand, but Edra just doesn't want any kind of alliance.
Mai: No alliance, I like Edra. She was always nice to me and I want to be her friend.
Sunny: Look, things are crazy right now. Let me try to get her to call you back.
Mai: I understand. You have my number. The phone lines are open. I think together we can save Chloe. I want to help. OK?
Sunny: I...it's...OK, Mai, thanks.
(Sunny hangs up the phone and starts furiously writing as the cameras)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 14:55:40 GMT -5
*Amazing Jos has both arms slung over the shoulders of stablemates Christian Carter and Jason Allen.*
*The Suicide Kings make their way to the back as Jos gets checked by OOWF trainers and medics. Everything seems fine, for now, minus some dizziness and dehydration. They make him take off his mask.*
*Carter and Allen wait outside the room*
Jason: That was some fucked up shit. He get's hit in the head with a sledgehammer, then he gets all that weight powerbombed on to his heart. How the hell did OOWF management let that shit happen with Darling? Jose could be fucked up for worse.
Christian: Do you think this is a coincidence? Alexander Darling is one of OOWF's "Golden Boys". They are just going to let this go unnoticed and pretend nothing happened because he's got management in his back pocket! They now realize the threat of the Suicide Kings and they'll do ANYTHING to stop us! But you see Jason, we will not let this go unpunished! The future is now and there isn't a damn thing ANYONE can do to stop it!
Jason: Look, i'll keep an eye on Jos, you go ahead and get ready for your match.
*Christian nods at Jason and leaves.*
*At that moment Jos get's to his feet and assures everyone he's fine while he puts his mask back on. He takes a few steps then falls to one knee. The trainers get in position. After a couple seconds he falls head first into the floor.*
*The trainers and medic go in a frenzy as paramedics run in to the room with a stretcher*
*Jason looks in the room and watches trainers and paramedics carry Jos on to the stretcher*
Jason: *Stops a trainer in his tracks* Hey, he's with me, what's going on?
Grubbs the Trainer: The head trauma is what we're worried about the most. He seemed fine, then he took that nasty spill. We can't take any chances until we get a CT Scan.
*Both men run off with the stretcher outside and make it to the ambulance* *Suddenly there's a commotion near the building exit.*
*Alexander Darling is being held back by trainers, medics and security as he tries to get to Jason Allen. Alexander carries the sledgehammer and let's Jason know that he's no longer the hunted, he's the hunter.*
*The crew take the commotion back inside the arena as Jason Allen and one of the paramedics stay beside the Ambulance*
Jason: Now that we got that over with, we can leave. I'm not immediate family but I promised i'd keep my eye on him.
Ambulance Driver: Alright you can ride, but we gotta wait for my buddy to come back before we go.
Jason: Do you know who the fuck I am? YOu don't just bark orders at Jason Allen! I'll go back in there and get him myself!
*Before he get's a chance to leave, the Paramedic storms out the door*
Paramedic: Alright, they got him blocked off on the inside. I don't know how much longer we can hold him off. Let's roll!
*The driver get's in the car first and starts up the ambulance*
*Jason and the Paramedic run to the back and realize the back doors are open*
*They walk up to the doors and find only a tattered and torn MASK sitting on top of the stretcher*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 14:59:04 GMT -5
FADE in at a news conference in Chicago, Illinois. The press is set up to record and a OOWF banner hangs behind a podium. From behind the curtains The Crusher Stan Fulton steps out and makes his way to the microphone. He sets his notes down on the podium and begins.
“Good morning, everyone.
“I’d like to take this time to expand on my OOWF Grand Slam speech if I may. Wednesday night in Kentucky was special, but that was strictly for my partner and mentor, Junichiro Muyo. What I read that night was written by him, and though I stand by all of it, I wanted to read my own speech today.”
Fulton pauses, looks at his notes and begins.
“First of all, I’d like to thank the OOWF, their Board of Directors and all the fans of the OOWF. Thank you also, to the prior recipients of this prestigious honor: Moosehead Jack. Chris Cole. LD Williams. Davin Moreland. Stank. Alexander Darling. Firewoman. And last, but certainly not least, my partner, Ecosystem. It is a rare company that I keep. All of these men and women are Hall of Famers or certainly first-ballot future Hall of Famers.
“This Grand Slam Championship has been a goal for me since the first day I arrived in the OOWF. That match against Bishop Blaize was just a beginning. I do expect and hope that this accomplishment is not an end.
“I put my career on the line in that match knowing that this was my destiny. I knew in my heart that I would be standing amongst that revered company.
“And I also know that I wouldn’t have gotten there without the support of others. Specifically two people.
“Mai Muyo. You came to me when I was low and showed me the Light. You showed me that no matter what life tosses at your feet you can make the best of it. You were a true friend. I sincerely hope that the actions I felt I had to take to achieve this has not destroyed that friendship.
“Junichio Muyo. My partner. My mentor. I have always looked to Ecosystem as what this business accepts and what this business rewards. Eco is not a perfect man. He is not without flaws. But he takes his talents and makes them thrive in an environment that chews up and spits out men and women like yesterday’s news. There’s a running list of wrestlers that thought that they had what it takes in the OOWF. They are all gone. I won’t even recite the names as you know who they are.
“Eco not only thrived in this business, he created it. He nurtured it. He cared for it like he cared for nothing else. He is a man of dedication. Of intelligence. Of prestige. It was only through his guidance and training that I stand before you today as the OOWF’s newest Grand Slam and Six Pack Champion.
“I would finally like to thank one other person for whom this event would have never taken place.
“Me.”
Fulton gets an angry glare in his eyes.
“None of you believed I had it in me. Not my family. None of the so-called fans of this sport. None of the wrestlers in the back. None of you hack journalists.
“Three people believed in me and I was one of them. The other two I just mentioned. But it was my talent and my determination that pushed me to this. I couldn’t have done it without me.
“The OOWF and its booking committee have been trying for years to keep me in the lower to mid cards and keep my irrelevant. Well my talent wouldn’t let them. I defeated EVERYONE and so they had no choice. I’ve been working for the tag team championships for so long I’ve gone through four or five tag teams. From Ravenna Blue to Matt Folz to Mai Muyo. Trio tag teams where they thought that the Campeonas de Trios title would sate me.
“They were wrong.”
Fulton takes a sip of water and continues.
“Everyone of the wrestlers in the back fear me. They will never admit it. They’ll come out later this week and profess that they are the best and for me to bring it on. But they’ll also right after run to the bookers and beg that I am not facing them at the next Mayhem.
“This week the big losers are Awesome Bill and Daniella Murphy. The tag teams of this company are so frightened that no team will face Eco and myself. So we’re in three way matches because no one will face us one-on-one either. We are the future of this company whether anyone will admit it or not.
“The Suicide Kings and Ghosthead and LD’s daughter can all believe that they are the future. But they are just road bumps on the path to glory that Eco and I travel. They may even hold some titles but they’ll never achieve the prestige that we already hold.
“And as for those that came before us. Those names I mentioned at the start.”
Fulton smiles... like you’d see Freddy Krueger smile.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton grabs his notes, walks off as the reporters call questions.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:07:20 GMT -5
Ghosthead is seated on the floor of his motel room in Roachtown Illinois. His palms rest on his knees, his eyes closed, he breaths long deep breaths. Suddenly lightning flashes and thunder claps as rain begins to fall, the rhythmic sound of wet drumbeats splashing against the cars parked just outside Ghosthead's room. The cacophony of noise does not stir the OOWF World Champion out of his meditation. However, the long heavy breathing in step with his own just behind him does. Ghosthead slowly opens his eyes without turning his head to meet the intruder.
Ghost - And who might you be?
The breathing from behind him falls out of step then ends sharply with a harsh gasp of breath. Ghosthead rises to his feet from the lotus position and slowly turns around. Sitting on his bed in the lotus position is a boy covered in blood. Ghosthead furrows his brow at the sight. Lightning flashes through his motel room's window, illuminating the face of the boy as he stares up at Ghosthead.
Ghost - I have felt your presence before, child.
Ghosthead walks toward the boy who does not move as he maintains his gaze on The Death Knell. Once Ghost reaches the foot of the bed he reaches out and pulls gently at the shock of red hair on top of the boy's head, slick with blood. Lightning flashes once more followed by a loud pounding at Ghosthead's door. The boy turns his gaze toward the door. Ghosthead does as well. There is more pounding on the door before Ghosthead reaches it. He opens the door revealing Moosehead Jack standing in the pouring rain as wind blows in behind him with a waft of Jameson's Irish whisky carried to Ghosthead's nostrils from Moose's breath. Ghosthead takes note of the half empty bottle in Moose's hand drooped down by his side.
MHJ - Where is he!?
Ghost - Of whom do you speak?
MHJ - PATRICK! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!
Ghost - Are you referring-
Ghosthead turns his head back toward the bed, but the boy is gone with no trace of him having ever been there. Ghosthead once again furrows his brow in confusion.
MHJ - I saw him! He came in here! He's hurt!
Ghost - You are inebriated.
MHJ - Get outta my way!
Ghost - See for yourself.
Moose walks in past Ghosthead and checks throughout the room, in the bathroom, under the bed, behind the couch, he even pulls out the cushions, tossing them to and fro. Disappointed, Moose sits on the couch and pours more Jameson's down his throat, sloppily wiping his mouth with his sleeve before rising again to his feet, and stumbling out past Ghosthead, back into the rush of rain, as another flash of lightning accompanied by a thunder clap greets him.
MHJ - Sorry to bother you. I'm sure I won't remember any of this in the morning.
Ghosthead closes the door, turns and finds the boy has returned to his perch at the edge of Ghosthead's bed.
Ghost - Why are you here, kami?
"You'll have to forgive him."
Ghosthead turns in the direction of the voice where he sees a man with 3rd degree burns all over, the burnt fabric of his clothing fused with scar tissue at various points of his body. He is burned beyond recognition but spoke with an Indian accent. Ghosthead detects a hint of a Bengali dialect to his words placing the man somewhere from southern region of India near Bangladesh.
"Tripura, actually." The man says as if reading Ghosthead's thoughts. "Though I have family in Bangladesh. You're very perceptive."
Ghost - Who are you?
SM - Sashwat Jaswinder Dipali Mishra
Ghost - You're speaking to me.
SM - Yes. You are perceptive.
Ghost - Why are you both here?
SM - Both? No. There are more.
Ghosthead looks over toward the couch and spies a rather large Nordic looking man seated on his cushionless couch with half his head missing. And someone is fumbling around in the bathroom. Ghost drops his head and rubs his temples in annoyance.
Ghost - The veil has dropped completely I see.
SM - Alas my friend you do not.
Ghost - Meaning?
SM - Meaning... is that what you seek?
Ghost - I do not follow.
SM - No you do not... perhaps you should... or end up like one of us. This life you lead can be cruel. It is little wonder it has led you to the OOWF... the last stop before-
Ghost - How I grow weary of those who speak of me as if they know me.
The burned man smiles revealing perfectly white teeth.
SM - That one shot himself in the face. The boy chose to keep silent rather than voice a concern... and it cost him. The man in your bathroom abused his wife one too many times.
Ghost - And you?
SM - Got blow'd up real good. Trusted the wrong people it would seem.
Ghost - I fail to see how any of this concerns me.
SM - "Meaning" Jared Mann. You were cast out of your dojo in Japan, yes?
Ghost - Absent justification.
SM - Wrong... that is to say your perspective is wrong. Look again.
Ghost - I do not wish to play games with you kami. Be gone, all of you.
SM - You've heard the call from the darkness, Jared.
Ghost -
SM - You've said it makes your blood boil. Stirs in you an anger that drives you to violence.
Ghost -
SM - Look again, my friend.
Ghost - You and I are most certainly not friends. Begone.
"The man is trying to talk some sense into you, boy. You best listen."
Rare do we see emotion on Ghosthead's face. Rarer still is that emotion fear, but a flash of it crosses Ghosthead's face at the sound of the man standing in the entrance of his bathroom. He looks like a meaner version of his brother if that is at all possible. His face bruised and battered. The back of his skull caved in.
Ghost - ... .. Dad?
The boy sitting on Ghosthead's bed lets out a blood curdling scream as the man from the bathroom angrily advances toward Ghosthead with his fist raised, cocked and ready. The man grabs Ghosthead around his throat with his free hand.
"That's your problem, boy! You can hear.. BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN!"
Lightning flashes and thunder roars as Ghosthead opens his eyes and looks around the empty room from his seated position on the floor in front of his bed. Sweat pours down his face as he hears the rain fall loudly against the vehicles parked outside his motel room.
He hears the storm raging outside... and tries to listen.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:07:44 GMT -5
We fade in to see Mai Muyo knocking on Matt and Jaime's door. Upon receiving no response, she walks down the Hallway of Random Encounters and passes Firewoman.
MM: Hi Fire. Um, you haven't happened to see Matt or Jaime have you?
FW: Hello Mai. No, why?
MM: Shoot, I just wanted to talk to Jaime about the bachelorette party.
FW: Don't know what to tell you, sorry.
MM: Ok, thanks anyway. (pausing) Um, you know a lot about bachelorette parties and stuff right?
FW: I suppose you could say that.
MM: If you're not busy, you want to help me? Kind of having a hard time with this.
Fire smiles, almost laughing.
FW: I'd love to, follow me.
They disappear into Fire's room as we....... FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:08:09 GMT -5
(The scene is the Saints of Sinners locker room. Moose is sitting in an easy chair, enjoying a cigar and a Weyerbacher Imperial Pumpkin Ale, when Chloe walks into the room and kneels at Moose's feet.)Chloe: Jack..... Moose: Chloe..... Chloe: Do we have any plans for this weekend? Moose: Apart from hanging a few people and killing a couple of cases of this, not really, why? (Chloe reaches into her pocket and hands Moose a wadded up piece of paper. Moose looks around for his reading glasses, finds them and puts them on. He eyes the wad of paper suspiciously, then looks at Chloe questioningly.)Moose: Why would we want to go to.... (Chloe snatches the paper and points at a part of it. Moose...smiles?)Moose: Really? Well, this does sound interesting. Put on your big boots, I think we'll do some weasel stomping. Chloe: Cool! Thanks Jack! Moose: Yes sir, I like it. I like it a lot. (Chloe exits the room singing a Weird Al song as Moose sits back and kicks up his feet and we...)FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:08:33 GMT -5
continuing...and let's pretend this takes place last night....(ooc: Sorry Wyatt, Moose was supposed to do this yesterday. and I need to do some Gaelic translation, but I am very late to a meeting...so I'll edit that later...)
Moose gets a strange look on his face suddenly.
C: What's wrong?
MHJ: I'll ... join you there later...probably tomorrow...
C: But...
MHJ: I have something I gotta take care of.
C: But it says....
MHJ: *angrily* LATER! This isn't open to discussion!
C: *downcasts her eyes* Yes, Jack.
Chloe walks sadly away. Moose shakes his head and grabs his coat, and a canvas bag.
Scene change and Moose is walking in a cemetary. He walks up to a figure, shrouded in black, but some candles illuminate some matching red hair.
FW: Hey.
MHJ: Hey.
FW: Sundown. Happy birthday.
MHJ: To you too.
FW: You know it's only November 1 on the kayfabe bio sheet.
MHJ: Kinda like the family history on there isn't quite accurate.
FW: Yeah...It's not 'til the 23rd.
MHJ: I know....still....it's become a custom, and one that I like.
FW: Moose, I didn't ask Davin to go to Nate and --
MHJ: Shhhh....not now.....no wrestling.....
FW: *meekly*.....okay.....
Moose reaches into the canvas bag and grabs a bottle of Jameson's and three shot glasses. He pours all three and hands one to Fire, using a nearby tombstone as a table. He hands Fire a glass, takes one and leaves the third on the tombstone. He raises it to Fire.
MHJ: Deoch againn le Padraig.
Fire hesitates a minute, and then gets a bit misty eyed, and holds her glass to clink against Moose's.
FW: Le Padraig.
They both drink and then turn towards the setting sun, as we fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:09:09 GMT -5
*OOWF camera man, "Robert", turns on the light on his camera and slowly walks down a dark hallway as he records*
*The shot is a bit shaky as "Robert" makes it to the end of the hall. He stops at a door that isn't fully closed. A faint light emits from the cracks of the door*
*Robert's hand pushes the door open and slowly creeps in the dimly lit room*
*An over sized throne sits in front of a fire place*
*For a second it seems as if no one is sitting in the chair until a figure who is "masked" by a big shadow, briefly moves to cross his legs. He uses one hand to grip the armrest of the throne and the other to hold a goblet that is filled with a red substance. Old bloody wrist tape is wrapped around his wrists and knuckles*
Robert: Jos? Is that you? Do you remember calling me for this promo?
*A cold silence fills the room for a few moments*
"Address me as "Jose".... Classless vermin such as yourself don't have the right to acknowledge me by... That name."
*Figure uncrosses his legs and emerges from the shadows*
*A Tattered and sleepless "Jose Reyna" slowly reveals himself with a devilish grin on his face*
*He is maskless but half his face is covered in bandages, especially the back of his head.*
Jose: *Looks directly into camera* Alexander Darling... It's imperative that I quench my thirst for violence, with your blood.
Be prepared to say goodbye to your loved ones... Embrace the beauty and essence of life one last time...
My name is "Jose De Jesus Reyna"... the Skittering Darkness of the Abyss...
*Jose sits back in the shadows as the camera looks in the fire place. A few remnants from a "mask" can be seen in the ashes.*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:09:31 GMT -5
We see Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister deciding to spend a romantic weekend in Chicago. We see them just finishing dinner at Pizano's JM: You're right, that was the best pizza I've ever had in my life. MF: I knew you'd love it. JM: So what else is on the agenda tonight? MF (Winking): Well...I was thinking maybe we'd just head back to the suite and see how comfortable that big bed is. JM (smiles): Hmm, considering I may or may not have bought some new outfits to model for you, that sounds like a perfect plan. The two lean across the table and share a kiss, when suddenly we see Jaime's eyes get wide with surprise as she sees someone across the room. MF: You ok hon? JM: Oh My God, Charles. Hey, over here Jaime waves someone over and we see this man walk over to their table: JM: Matt this is one of my dearest friends, Charles Carmichael. MF: Ah yes, patron saint to slackers and underachievers everywhere. Dropped out of Stanford, worked at Best Buy for a number of years, eventually went back and finished your degree and now own the 4th largest tech firm in the country. CC: 3rd largest actually, but who's counting right? You must be the amazing fiancée Jaime keeps going on about. MF: I must be. Matt Folz, nice to meet you. The two men shake hands. JM: Care to join us for a drink? CC: Maybe just a quick one, I have a meeting with stockholders tomorrow. The perils of running a Fortune 500 company. MF (waiving the waitress over): Yes, I imagine it's a tough life. Waitress: What can I get for you? CC: Just a beer, whatever you have on tap is fine. MF: Add it to our bill, and bring the check please, thank you. The waitress brings the beer and the check. CC: A toast, to my old friend and her continued happiness. I'd be honored to pay for the wedding if you'd like. JM: That's very generous, but we already taken care of it. CC: Are you sure? I mean I can certainly afford it. MF: As she said, we've already taken care of it. Thank you though. CC: Fair enough. How about the honeymoon? I can lend you my private jet and have my pilot take you down to my private villa in Barbados or anywhere else you want to go. MF(Faking a smile): You really are a generous guy huh? Thank you for the offer but a friend...well, someone we know at least, wrote us a rather sizable check that we used to book the honeymoon. CC: Just trying to help. MF: Oh, I know what you were trying to do. JM: So Charles, are you bringing a date to the wedding? CC (Taking a long glance at Jaime's legs, which Matt does not appreciate): Sadly, not seeing anyone at the moment. I once was dating the perfect woman, but I wasn't smart enough to hold onto her. MF: Yes, well, I'm sure whoever that was has moved on to better things by now. CC: Yeah, I'm sure you're right. So, Jaime tells me you're a professional wrestler? MF: That's right. CC: I don't watch too much of that, but I imagine it's dangerous? MF: I've suffered more than my share of injuries, comes with the territory. CC: Have you thought about what you're going to do after your career is over? I mean you can't go on wrestling forever right? MF: Ah, something will come up. CC: Will it? I mean you don't want to become like this one wrestler I saw a news story on. Ric... Ric...Flair? I believe his name was. Divorced multiple times, heavily in debt, still having to wrestle into his 60's. Hardly the kind of life you'd want to drag a new wife into. MF: All due respect to the greatest professional wrestler of all time, I'm a lot smarter with my money than that. JM: And I trust Matt won't have to wrestle that long, and he'll get out before he does permanent damage to himself. CC: I'm sure you're right. Well, I have to get going. Thanks for the beer. Jaime, always great to see you, and very nice to meet you Matt. MF: Let me walk you out. Folz throws his credit card down on the table and kisses Jaime. MF: Give this to the waitress and I'll meet you outside hon. Matt and Charles walk out of the restaurant and toward Charles's limo. MF: Nice car. CC: Thank you. MF: I'll let you know when I land a job, I can tell you're very concerned. CC: Well, I just wanted Jaime to know what the future might hold for her. I can get her back anytime I want you know. Folz just laughs before burying a short left hook into Carmichael's ribs. MF: See, I don't care that you and her used to date. I don't care that she still considers you a friend. Shit, I don't even care that she invited you to the wedding. It's her day and she can invite anyone she wants. The past is the past and what Jaime did in hers is really none of my fucking business. But I do know two things: 1. We are madly in love with each other and we can't wait to get married, and 2. If you ever hit on her like that again, I'll give you an epic shit kicking you won't be able to rehab from, no matter how much money you have. Are we clear? Carmichael just nods in pain. Folz smiles and opens the limo door for him and helps him inside. MF: I'm glad we understand each other, very nice to meet you Chuck. The limo pulls away as Jaime walks out of the restaurant. JM: You can trust me you know. MF: I never said I didn't. JM: I mean it, we used to date, but I ended it. We're friends, that's it. I'm a thousand percent in love with you. MF: I feel the same way, and I trust you implicitly. The two share another kiss, before Jaime pauses. JM: You punched him, didn't you. MF: Damn right. Jaime rolls her eyes as we..... FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:09:57 GMT -5
Several hours later, Fire and Moose come in silently through the parking garage. Chloe is pacing and waiting. Moose looks at her oddly, as it is clear she is relieved he is back in one piece. She glares at Fire. Fire looks at her somewhat impassively. Moose walks toward Chloe who starts to smile in triumph, and walk towards Firewoman.
MHJ: Not now. C'mon.
Moose stalks away, with Chloe behind, but almost skipping. Fire merely sighs and turns a corner running right into Alex's chest.
FW: Oh...hey.
AD: Hello.
FW: What are you doing?
AD: Just making sure. It's entirely possible the two of them could have--
FW: No, they wouldn't....not today.
AD: Really? Because Moose doesn't set people up for an ambush on his birthday?
FW: Because it's not just HIS birthday.
AD: ...
FW: ...
AD: Oh.
FW: "Oh."
Firewoman starts to walk away. Alex follows, feeling a little bad that he forgot. He catches up.
AD: Sorry...do you need to--
FW: No, I'm fine...
AD: Chloe is really unstable. Even if Moose doesn't set something up, it wouldn't surprise me if she backstaged you, and you're not exactly....um....
Fire stops and just glares at him.
FW: I am fine. And you need to stay out of it. Focus on getting out of that slump you've been in.
Fire brushes past him and down the hall toward their rooms. Alex waits a beat and then follows, not very happy at all.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:10:29 GMT -5
OOWF.COM Message Board
FR: Chris Earwig RE: 11/2 Wrestling Unlimited House Show/TV Taping
I know that most of you here don't follow other Indy wrestling, and we don't get a lot of wrestling anymore near here, so when OOWF and Wrestling Unlimited both had shows close to each other, something smelled strange, and it was. So a couple of my buds and I took a drive to Belleville for this show. I call it a TV taping because there were cameras there from at least two different outfits, so I dunno.
The WU people always put on a good show, and it was good to see a lot of people wrestling that you don't anymore. What was really strange was that the OOWF's Power was there, and she not only beat midcarder Dixie Chic in about two minutes, but she challenged Womens Champion Mistress of Destruction to a non-title match. Mistress gave Power a good run for her money, but after about ten minutes Power had her in the Muta Lock when out of the back the Regulators, an all woman stable led by Layla and the big masked Regulator Prime (who hasn't been around in months) came out and began beating the crap out of Power. Mistress smiled and walked out as the other women in the stable stood around ringside and kept the locker room at bay with baseball bats and kendo sticks. Regulator Prime and Layla got Power up for a spike piledriver, then Regulator Prime got down in Power's face and started trash talking, though Power was pretty much out of it. The weird part was when Regulator Prime picked up Power and hit her with what looked like a Steiner Screwdriver, then started laughing crazily. Regulator Prime and Layla started celebrating their beatdown when two women came out of the stands with steel chairs, and I would swear one of them was Mai Muyo. I didn't recognize the other one, but she looked familiar, a darker skinned latino, I would guess. Anyway, they got over the barricade and got into the ring and Layla ate a Con-chair-to, and Regulator Prime hit the road. Security got into the ring and the one that looked like Mai talked to them and helped Power up. I should say, tried to, because Power seemed to not want any part of them and pushed them away. She walked out under her own power.
I'll post more over on the Indy board, but anyone got a clue about this? Do the OOWF and WU have some sort of talent sharing agreement?
FR: Mike Elevenbee
Power is not currently an employee of the OOWF. Mai does have some history with Power, and perhaps was just there as a spectator and decided to help her friend. Could the other one with her have been Miranda Williams?
FR: Chris Earwig
I just looked up her bio and yes, that was Miranda.
FR: Cade Weller
I got a call from one of my WU sources who tells me:
1) Immediately after the match Regulator Prime grabbed her bag and ran outside, where she was met by someone in a black muscle car. She jumped in and the car sped off.
2) The rumors that the Regulator Prime who was in WU several months ago was actually Chloe Neal was confirmed by my source tonight. No one would confirm whether that was her tonight, though from the account above, it most likely was. That might cause her some trouble with OOWF brass.
3) Power herself had a problem from what we are told after the match when she demanded to take on Regulator Prime after the match. WU owner Buckshot Jones offered her a match between Regulator Layla, then a handicap match against Layla and Bunni Bombshell. When Power didn't get her way, my source told me that she put Buckshot through one of the lockers. Not into, not over, but through a locker. So it remains to be seen if Power gets her way, or if she just had her first and last match in WU.
FR: Mike Elevenbee
I can confirm most all that Weller said, with the exception that when Buckshot recovered, she told Power that she would indeed get a three on one handicap match at the next WU TV Taping with three of the Regulators.
FR: Allen Von Brian
Meh, it's just a work. Those guys in WU are trying to rip off an old angle and play off on the heat between the Neals.
FR: Mike Elevenbee
Doubt it, Al. If it's a work, not even Buck's girlfriend knew about it, and that's rare.
FR: Robert Johns
Women's wrestling. What a waste.
FR: Alicia Coins
Here we go again. Is this where you go off on your anti-OOWF rant about Fire and Mai and the others.
FR: Robert Johns
Fuck them.
FR: Aaron Charles
Not with that attitude you won't
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Voice: SUNNY!
(Sunny closes the laptop and looks up to see Mary Lou just walking in the door)
Mary Lou: Any word from Edra?
Sunny: Nothing yet, Mary Lou.
Mary Lou: I'm going to bed. Have Edra wake me up when she gets home.
Sunny: No problem, goodnight.
(Mary Lou leaves the room as a troubled Sunny reopens the laptop and we....
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:10:52 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen walking into his locker room, and when he cuts on the lights, he jumps back seeing Dashing Victor Deniro sitting in a chair, holding his cane in front of him. Evans grabs at his heart, and mutters a curse.
Evans: What the hell are you doing here. If you think you are going to intimidate me, you are out of your mind.
Victor just smiles and slowly stands leaning on his cane.
DVD: Evans, please, when have I ever intimidated anyone. I'm not here for that, I'm here to offer you an opportunity.
Evans: (laughing) Opportunity? Last I checked, I have a PPV world title shot. I've got my opportunity.
DVD: For now. But lets say, hypothetically of course, that your "partner" walks out on you this week and leaves you for a two on one beat down.
Evans: Do you really think your boy Taylor would do that.
Vic thinks about this for a minute.
DVD: No, but I do think that Carter and his running mates would have no problems throwing a meaningless tag match if it meant they could take out the number one contender. Who would have your back in that situation? Folz? Not a lot of love between you two anymore. Danny? He might try, but then again after what you have done...he might not.
Evans: (eyes narrowing) What are you suggesting.
DVD: I suggest nothing. I'm merely saying that if there is a two on one beat down.. when you could just walk away, and let Carter see just how much of "his world" this really is.
With that Vic limps away on his cane, a small smirk on his face as Evans stands there pondering his words.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:11:20 GMT -5
*Outside Evans Locker Room*
Victor walks out of the locker room and with one last look over his shoulder to make sure Evans isn't following closes the door. As he turns back towards the hallway, a figure stands in his way.
Lexie: You're playing a dangerous game Vic.
Victor: Eh, I've been beat up enough babe. I can handle it.
Lexie puts Vic's arm around her shoulder as they walk off.
Lexie: I'm not talking about the physical Vic, though I am getting tired of visiting people I care about in hospitals. No, but Danny won't be happy when he finds out about all these manipulations you're taking on behind his back.
Victor: I'm doing what needs to be done. The things he can't do because he needs to be the guy he's always been and this is the guy I've always been. I have to be the guy who does the dirty work for Danny to keep him safe.
Lexie: I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong, but you just need to be careful. I mean, just a few weeks ago you went as far as to pull a gun on someone and had to go to jail. You don't have to go to those extremes.
Victor: I'll do whatever I feel I have to because no one else will.
Lexie stops walking which jerks Vic and he almost falls before Lexie grabs him and spins him around.
Lexie: Don't you even. I'm not sure about your past because you don't talk about it much and I know you've had a very rough time since you got here losing friends and allies to the business and to real life, but don't you dare say no one else is there for Danny or for you.
Victor: I didn't think...
Lexie: No, you haven't been thinking and that's part of the problem. You're just acting and lashing out without really thinking or realizing how it will affect people around you. DK and Dee have been nothing but friends since they got here and yet you go off on these excursions by yourself 90% of the time. Ashley and Spencer have been through everything that you and Danny have and have never left your sides and you sometimes act as if they're just there to serve drinks. And I...I helped you kidnap a man.
Victor: Not like you haven't done that before...
Lexie: You're right, I have. But I didn't do it without thinking about every single ramification, consequence, and things that could have gone wrong. You called me up and within 15 minutes talked yourself into a course of action that no one was going to talk you out and I came because someone had to be there for you. And I know it's also why you did that whole gun thing without me because you know it would have been stopped. Vic, I get being there for your family...you know I do. But there's a reason why people called me the most manipulative bitch in the world when I first showed up. I made sure every plan would go exactly as it needed to.
Victor: I act, Lexie. I may not think it through all the way, but I get results and Danny needs me to be that guy.
Lexie: You really can be insufferable sometimes. I'm here for you Vic. I'm here for Danny too. I may have some of my own things going on as well, but I don't turn my back on people. Stop acting first. I may hate Juni, but always said one thing that I agreed with...Work Smarter, Not Harder. So stop being a doof, and let me make you smarter.
Victor: You can try, but it's tough teaching an old dog new tricks.
Lexie: Have faith. I'm a master of teaching tricks *winks*
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:11:50 GMT -5
*Murphy's Law are standing outside a seedy bar, with a lot of motorcycles parked in front. Daniella is smoking a cigarette, and she and DK both have bottles of Sam Adams*
DK: That is so bad for your health.
Dee: Like wrestling in the OOWF is not?
DK: Whatever. We should probably be preparing for our matches.
Dee: Like we don't know our opponents? Besides, we pissed these guys off yesterday rooting for the Pats, so we can get in some work here instead of trying to find a gym.
DK: When you're right, you're right, little sister!
Dee: I'm in a good mood, so I'll let that slide, big brother!
*The Murphy's exchange fist-bumps and walk into the bar*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:12:28 GMT -5
*In a seedy bar in Roachtown, DK Murphy is throwing darts at a dartboard. Behind him, the bar is trashed, and several biker dudes and a few biker chicks are unconscious. As DK retrieves darts, three large bikers walk into the bar. A very tattooed old man pops up from behind the bar*
Old man: About time you guys got here! These two lunatics trashed the place!
*The bikers look at DK, who turns around and smiles*
DK: Yo, Dee, we got company!
*The woman's room door opens, and Daniella Murphy strolls out, looks at the situation, and looks like a cat that found new mice with which to play. The bikers had liked their odds until then, but now started to back away, until the door swung open. A huge biker dude walks in, and exchanges fist bumps with the other bikers, then looks at the opposition*
Biker dudes and old biker bartender: Tiny!!! (Kind of like Cheers, if Norm was a biker)
Tiny: Oh, this is not good. We have a serious problem here. This is not good!
*The other bikers exchange high fives, looking relieved that the cavalry is here. DK looks calm, but reaches into a pocket and slips on brass knuckles, suggesting he is taking the new threat seriously. Daniella, on the other hand, does not look calm at all, and walks right up into Tiny's face*
Dee: What the hell do you mean, "we" have a problem here. There is no "we" here!
Tiny: How can you say that? Did I mean nothing to you?
Dee: What part about a hook-up did you not understand, you dumb bastard? Besides, it was your girlfriend I liked! No questions asked, no commitments, remember?
Tiny: I know that's what we said, but I was hoping, I mean I know it doesn't mean a lick of sense, but, you know...
*Tiny starts sobbing, Daniella's expression softens, and she gives him a hug*
Dee: Dude, she wasn't right for you, but you'll find somebody someday.
*DK and the other biker dudes look at each other and shrug, and the old bartender pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and shot glasses*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:12:49 GMT -5
*Tiny and Daniella are still sitting at the bar, when DK walks back in*
DK: Sorry, but your friends passed out, just when the drinking contest was getting going!
Tiny: OK, I'll drag them out of here. Goog luck with your match!
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:13:29 GMT -5
Mai is sitting at her laptop, eyes glazed over when Jaime approaches.Jaime: Hello? Earth to Mai? Mai: Jaime! Whoa. Sorry, I was just...zoning out? That's the phrase? Jaime: Yes, hon. You look tired. Mai: It's been a long week. Jaime: What are you reading? Mai: Well like, I was running around dealing with some stuff with Chloe and her sister-- Jaime: First mistake. You have to keep crazy at a distance. Mai: Well, I'm not good at that. But anyway, then I went to talk to Firewoman about your bachelorette party, and she thinks I have a lot to learn about sexuality, so she sent me some stuff to read, and then I was searching related things, and so now I'm just reading...um...things... Jaime: Let me see. Jaime: Mai... Mai: I'm just trying to learn without looking at...y'know, inappropriate things. Jaime: Let's see what you're learning. Jaime: ... Mai: ... Jaime: ... Mai: ... Jaime: ...toot toot! Mai headdesks.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:14:01 GMT -5
We see Jaime McAllister trying to talk to an almost inconsolable Matt Folz.
JM: Hon, who knows, he could only be out 3 or 4 weeks. It's possible they could go 2-2 over that stretch.
MF: All set up to make a run. Beat the Bears, Beat Philly, Kick the shit out of that terrible Giants team, Destroy Minnesota again. 9-2 heading into Thanksgiving. At that point, the one seed is certainly in play and the 2 seed is almost guaranteed. Literally 2 fucking minutes into the game, all that went away. In 2 minutes, we went from Super Bowl contender to becoming the fucking Vikings. You know the sad thing? If the trading deadline hadn't already passed, I'd offer up a 5th round pick for Matt Cassel right now, THAT's how bad I don't ever want to see Seneca Wallace take another snap.
JM: I know something that'll make you feel better.
MF: Re signing Matt Flynn?
JM: Who?
MF: Never mind. I think I know what you're talking about, and of course I'm looking forward to the wedding.
JM: I would certainly hope so, but that's not what I was talking about.
MF: What then?
JM (Smiles): In a little more than 24 hours, you get to release all your frustration, all your anger by beating the everloving shit out of Chris Evans and Christian Carter in the same match.
Folz pauses and then smiles for the first time since 8 pm central time last night.
MF: Hey, you're right. I didn't think about it like that, thanks hon.
JM: Anytime. Love you
MF: Love you.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:14:31 GMT -5
(The scene is Monday midday at the American Sunrise complex, where a very worried Sunny is pacing the floor in her room, looking like she hasn't slept. Edra bursts through the door and slams her bags across the room. Sunny flies into her arms and hugs her like her life depended on it. Edra hugs back, but then Sunny pushes her away.)
Sunny: Where have you been? I've been so worried.
Edra: What? It's not like I haven't been away before.
Sunny: The show...
Edra: Oh, that, no problems. Everything went...
Sunny: I heard she was there...
Edra: ...yeah, well, she had friends...
Sunny: I don't think anyone knew about that...
Edra: Well, obviously someone did. That reeked of setup from day one...
Sunny: And that grandstanding by demanding another match?
Edra: I wanted a real workout. That Dixie Chic was nothing. Mistress of Destruction, though...she's really good.
Sunny: Until Chloe and her brigade ran in.
Edra: See, that's what's got me mad. If Mary Lou was following Clio why didn't Mary Lou know about her connection with the Regulators?
Sunny: I just think she didn't know or wasn't able to make a connection. The rumors weren't even confirmed that Chloe worked there until last night.
Edra: What rumors?
Sunny: On the OOWF Message Boards.
(Sunny brings up the messages on her laptop. Edra smiles.)
Edra: All it took was a little convincing. I get three of those girls next week.
Sunny: Next week?
Edra: Yeah, I got a three show deal, I wanna make the most of it and get back in shape fast.
Sunny: You never said what took you so long to get back?
Edra: Oh, well, after the matches Clancey and I walked back to the rental car, and, well, there were a bunch of fans around it.
Sunny: Uh-oh. And....
Edra: Well, it looks like Clio and Moose left their calling card.
(Edra shows Sunny a picture of the car. Three of the four tires have been flattened, and the car has been defaced with St Edward The Martyr crests and the words “Trust Us” spray painted on the side of the car.)
Sunny: You're not getting your deposit back on that rental.
Edra: Nope, and the security guard was a lot harder on me than he was on the other two.
Sunny: Harder?
Edra: Ran from Moose and Clio, but he tried to get in my face and tell me he didn't care, that I should get that piece of crap out of his parking lot.
Sunny: And which hospital is he in now?
Edra: St Elizabeths, but that's not important.
Sunny: Don't tell me you were a guest overnight at..
Edra: ...yep, the graybar hotel. By the time Clancey got ahold of the attorneys and straightened everything out, we missed a few flights back.
Sunny: You should have taken Mike. He could have expedited things.
Edra: Well, that's water under the darn.
Sunny: The darn?
Edra: We're using former WWE writer monkeys this week.
Sunny: Ah. So. Mary Lou's waiting to hear from you.
Edra: How much does she know?
Sunny: Probably more than I think. So, you going to go after her still?
Edra: I'm still deciding. This changes things. I'm just glad Miranda and Mai were there. Who knows what Chloe would have done.
Sunny: You said it.
Edra: Said what?
Sunny: You called her Chloe.
Edra: I did? Huh. Maybe I'm finally accepting it. Well, if she thinks she can play games, she's not the only one.
Sunny: The match tapes will be in the tape room later.
Edra: Thanks. Wish me luck.
(Sunny and Edra hug as Edra heads back down the hall. Meanwhile back in Roachtown, the Saints of Sinners are sitting around the table in their locker room having a cold one. Chloe goes out for more ice as Stank turns to Moose..)
Stank: Really? WU?
Moose: I don't know what you're talking about?
Stank: She went down there to poke at her sister again?
Moose: I'm surprised at you, Lucas. We were told to stay away from Edra. Whatever happened there I'm sure it was some of her father's enemies.
Stank: Yeah. So will she be good to go this week?
Moose: When has she not? She's a hundred percent.
LD:: At least she hasn't gone after Miranda.
Moose: She listened. Don't worry about now. Worry when they get into the ring.
Stank: Gotdamn right. I'm not holding back at all.
LD:: I wouldn't expect either of you to.
(Chloe rolls in a cart carrying a bucket of ice, a bottle of Bushmills, and a case of beer along with another box that looks like a flower box. Chloe hands the box to Moose.)
Chloe: Happy Birthday, Jack!
(Moose opens the box and finds a new, very sharp scalpel, a new small chain, and a new baseball bat wrapped in fine scissor wire. Moose smiles.)
Moose: Thank you Chloe, very thoughtful.
Chloe: The least I can do, Jack.
(Moose takes Chloe by the chin and Chloe's face goes blank.)
Moose: You being here is enough, but thank you. Now tomorrow you will work with Stank on your strategies for your match this week.
Chloe: Anything you want us to do in particular, Jack?
Moose: Hurt them. Badly.
Stank: We'll go over particulars tomorrow.
Chloe: Yes, Mr Mann. And I'm sorry, Mr Williams.
LD:: Just keep it in the ring.
Chloe: Yes sir.
(Chloe pours a round, the Saints toast each other, and we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:15:22 GMT -5
**Later, L.D. and Miranda Williams are sitting at Ric's**
LDW: "You've done well."
M: "I've done all right. I haven't been winning."
LDW: "You haven't been losing either. Against competition like Stank and Ghost, a draw is nothing to sneeze at. I-"
M: "Please don't tell me about Underdawg."
LDW: "I've got one story."
M: "Exactly - One. Story."
LDW: <sigh>
M: "It's just... Ghosthead phoning it in, Fulton calling me L.D.'s daughter... I hate being disrespected."
LDW: "I think you made that clear to Ghosthead. And Stan...he's never been great with names. Or gimmicks. Or logic. Or-"
M: "Taunting the big scary six-pack champion?."
LDW: "Little bit."
M: "So, you're facing Chad this week."
**L.D. smirks.**
M: "Daaad!"
LDW: "That match has nothing to do with you. Who you do or don't date is none of my business. I'm not about to maim Chad just because he likes you."
M: "But you're also not not going to maim him because he likes me."
LDW: "This is true."
M: "Don't make me come down there."
LDW: "You'll do no such thing. Besides, you've got you're own match to worry about. They won't disrespect you - or take you lightly."
M: "Stank I can deal with. He'll beat the crap out of me, but that's part of the job. Chloe - she creeps me out."
LDW: "Chloe's a good kid. She's just had a rough upbringing."
M: "Please."
LDW: "What?"
M: "My family are outlaws on one side and drug lords on the other. Hell, you met mom when you and grandma were hired to kill her brother! Chloe isn't the only one with baggage."
LDW: "The difference is that we never lied to you - intentionally or otherwise. From the time you could say your name you knew who you were. Who your family was, and what that meant. We raised you like Ma raised me - to know that life isn't a fairy tale. There are bad people in the world, and sometimes we're them. You were what, seven the first time Ma took you to Belize?"
M: "Six. <giggles> The first day of school the teacher asked me to tell the class about my summer vacation..."
LDW: "Three days of meeting with the staff."
M: "And two more with the school psychiatrist."
LDW: " Point is, you never had to hide who you are. Chloe didn't have that kind of honesty - not 'till recently, anyway."
M: "She's also nuts. "
LDW: "That too. But then, most of my best friends are nuts."
M: "Takes one to know one."
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:17:09 GMT -5
FADE in at a local sports bar. Sitting having a beer is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s watching John Buccigross on SportsCenter talking about the injury to Aaron Rodgers. The smile on Fulton’s face couldn’t be bigger.
Fulton checks his iPhone, sees that the Wild killed the Calgary Flames and he smiles even more.
His smile goes away as an SFJ has somehow found him and sits next to him with a microphone.
SF: “Go away.”
SFJ: “C’mon. It’s late and my editor has already told me that if I don’t get this interview I’m fired.”
SF: “Like I care. Everyone loses their jobs. Life sucks then you die. End of story. Go file that with your editor.”
SFJ: “Geez, you’re a grouch.”
Fulton turns angrily on the little bitch.
SF: “Listen closely. I’m not going to repeat myself. You want an interview. Fine. I’ll interview myself and you can listen.
(in a whiny little girl voice) “Why did you turn on everyone, Mr. Fulton? What are you going to do now? Why are you so mean?”
Fulton clears his throat and continues in his own voice.
SF: “I did what I did for the gold. I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do from now on. I’ve always been mean. I’ve just kept it controlled.
“There. Now get the hell out of my face or I’ll buy this bar and have you thrown out.”
The SFJ scurries from the bar and Fulton goes back to watching TV and drinking his beer.
SF: (to himself) “That’s a great idea. Every town we go to, I buy one of the bars and hang memorabilia from every team but the Packers. Ban all Green Bay fans. Great plan.”
Fulton watches more Aaron Rodgers injury reports and smiles again.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:17:53 GMT -5
Ecosystem sits at the front of the local courthouse near Roachtown at 3 AM. Eco: Today, the Supreme Court of these United States hears a case by the name of Town of Greece v. Galloway. I won't bore you with the details - a town board opens its meetings with a prayer, almost all of those prayers are Christian, people who are not Christian are upset. The precedents are long and confusing, and the Court will do what it wants. So be it. Eco holds up a stack of papers. Eco: The brief on behalf of the atheist appellee. There's a lot of thoughtful legal argument in here. But there is also one social science argument, right here (Eco flips through) on pages 25-26 that interests me, and should interest all of us. Follow along at home. The brief suggests that the standard for what it takes to coerce an adult should be lower than it is - perhaps as low as we set it for children, perhaps even lower. And it notes that "most adults will give obviously false answers to simple questions if everyone else does so." We fold over our morality in the face of competing views, we follow instructions even when immoral, and thus, the brief concludes by quoting Charles Carroll, "the rights of conscience are, in their nature, of peculiar delicacy, and will little bear the gentlest touch of governmental hand." Humans are weak! A solid argument, that. But this is not a mere philosophical digression. Think on what Stan has said - and he speaks the truth. Those who deny Stan's achievements, dismiss what he has done, and yet turn around and try to duck him. Are they simply cowards? Liars? Both? I'm afraid it may be worse. I'm afraid that our enemies may be neither cowards nor liars. I believe that they are sheep, just like our fans are sheep, and when they do not see the guiding hand of the shepherd, they presume themselves self-guided. See, others around them have developed the habit of ignoring an obvious truth. That truth is that a widely feared man who has achieved a level of success in this industry beyond that of 95% of those in this company must, by his nature, be a man to be respected and revered for his career. Yet the wise men deny it. And so their illogical denial of the truth of this world is propagated by the head-nodders. Two and two make five. Tomorrow, the Supreme Court will likely reject the fashions of the moment in modern psychology. They will likely hold adults responsible for their moral behavior as adults. Let us then embrace their expectations. Wrestlers, fans, OOWF Universe...be adults, and put Stan Fulton on the pedestal he deserves. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 12, 2013 15:18:34 GMT -5
*Jose looks out his window as he sits on a train to Roachtown, Illinois.*
*Jason Allen walks in and takes a seat next him.*
Jason: Hey, long time no talk. What's the word? You ok?
Jos: *Long pause followed by a Darby sigh as he looks out the window* Other than my infatuation with the crippling of Alexander Darling.... i'm "good". *Continues looking out the window*
Jason: Well... that's comforting to hear. I'm still a bit confused about changing your name. Why did you do it again?
Jose: I'm not in the mood... I get sick everytime I think of that word... the "A" word.
Jason: "Amazing"??
*Jose vomits sporadically on the seat in front of him*
Passenger sitting in front of Jose: What the fuck!? *gives a nasty look to Jose and runs to the washroom*
*Jason's eyes widen in worry*
Jose: i'm sorry. Please don't say that word again, I beg you. I'm fine, really.
Jason: Look man, i'm not sure what's wrong, but are you sure you are ready for this match with Darling?
Jose: The sickness won't go away until I see him scarred... For life.
Jason: *Thinks for a second as Jose continues looking out his window* Hey, I got something that might cheer you up, i'll be right back. *Get's up and leaves*
*Jose doesn't flinch, he continues looking out the window, with traces of vomit all over his lips and suit.*
*Jason returns for a brief second*
Jason: You had me worried last week, thought you were hurt for the worse. It's almost like a miracle... Anyways, found this in the ambulance and thought it might give you good luck tonight. *Hands Jose a tattered and Torn Amazing Jos mask*
*Jose's eyes widen and is reluctant to take the mask at first*
*He reaches for the mask and grips it tightly before stuffing it in his inner jacket pocket*
Jose: Thank you Jason.
Jason: Don't mention it... Let me go get some napkins to clean you up, buddy. I just hope you're ok, Jos.
*Jason walks away*
Jose: *Silent for a few moments* It's Jose...
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