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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:22:14 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Sopchoppy, Florida April 16, 2014
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match Alexis Darling vs. Mai Muyo
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match - No Disqualification Banned From Everywhere vs. IHOP
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match Ecosystem vs. Chris Evans
Stan Fulton vs. Danny Taylor Texpress & Alexander Darling vs. Suicide Kings Saints of Sinners vs. Murphy's Law LD Williams & Stank vs. Tommy Wilder & Firewoman Ghosthead vs. Miranda Williams vs. Power
card subject to Florida being America's wang
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:43:59 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in medical. Mai Muyo comes in.
MM: How are you.
FW: I'll live. Your brother is crazy. I could have handled it.
MM: I have no idea what he's thinking. I can't even imagine a stupider move than to drag himself out of the hospital for someone who doesn't even.....um.....sorry, Fire...I'm just---
FW: It's okay, I get it. How are you doing...that was a shitty way to lose your championship.
MM: I haven't even thought about that....
FW: You know, you aren't wrong.
MM: About?
FW: Eco and I. We aren't friends, and I don't like him. I don't think he likes me.
MM: He just--
FW: Look...I've been trying to figure this all out. Why we have this...connection. I think...we are both have very similar backgrounds. We had to deal with a lot of crap that kids shouldn't have to, and do horrible, terrible things to survive.
MM: I think that your um....life was worse than--
FW: It's not a contest, Mai. Anyway, things we had to do ... they hit us at a very fundamental level, and under stress or whatever, we return to type, no matter how much we fight against it. No one really gets that struggle unless you do it. Eco and I get each other. We know.
MM: Maybe, but so why ... Why Trinity, why ... now?
FW: Eco saw in me that I wanted out of the whole mindset, so he wanted to save me, as part of "saving the OOWF." It's like the "Nightmare Before Christmas." They try really really hard to do Christmas, but they just can't. They can't and they won't ever get it right. Eco can have all the good intentions in the world, but....kinda like me, it always ends up wrong.
MM: No, Fire, you're not like that.
FW: *batistalaugh* Well, true, I don't want to save anybody or be saved even. I just want to belong, maybe...I dunno, I'm still working it out. But whatever it is, Eco sees it...and he gets it. He gets me in a way that really no one else does...not Moose, not even Alex really....And I know he gets it. And that means something.
Mai nods.
FW: Go check on him. Text me and let me know how he's doing, I gotta go meet up with Alex.
Mai nods again
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:44:28 GMT -5
<we cut to the roof of the Slapout Hilton, a 20 story hotel. We see Moose and Stan Fulton walk out onto the roof, Fulton with a beer, Moose with a bottle of whiskey. They walk to the edge and look out over the city>
MHJ: Stan.....Crusher.....a long time ago I told you people don't change, they just pretend to change. They take whatever disguise suits them and claim that that is who they are. One minute they break the rules and taunt the sheep, the next minute they kiss their asses. Those people are lost souls. They don't know what they want, and even worse....they don't know who they are
<Stan just looks at Moose>
MHJ: For ten years, the White Hats of the OOWF have been trying to get rid of me. They have been trying to make me go away, but they can never do it. Why? Because they are not true to themselves. They talk a big game for the idiot fans, but when it comes right down to it, they don't have the guts to go through with it. They refuse to fight me at my own game.
Stan, I knew from your first match in the OOWF, you had the killer in you. You showed it early on, you showed it in the New Guard, you showed it today. Stan Fulton is a ruthless, sadistic individual......but there is one thing Stan Fulton wants above all......acceptance
<Moose turns to face Stan with his back to the ledge>
I am giving you the choice Stan. Twenty stories, one shove and Moosehead Jack is gone forever. You will have done what no one else can do. You would be loved by the locker room, you slayed the beast. One little push Stan
<Stan stares at Moose hard for a minute, then drops to one knee and lowers his head>
Stand up Stan. You are a Saint, Saints kneel before no man. You are one of us, as I knew you could be. This is the REAL Crusher, now.....you are free
<a blank stare comes across Stan's face, then he breathes in deeply and exhales and laughs maniacally. Moose grins and slaps the big man on the shoulder>
MHJ: Let's celebrate
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:44:58 GMT -5
(Mai exits Fire's room in the Medical area and runs into Power and the entourage.)
Power: Fire is right. You deserve better. You have my back against my sister, I've got yours against the Kings if you need me.
(Mai says nothing, just hugs Power)
Power: Go, check on your brother. She's waiting.
(Mai takes off as Sunny puts her arm on Power's shoulder)
Sunny: This isn't our battle, love.
Power: She's had my back. Her battles are my battles. Fucking Kings. Fucking Lexie bitch. I told everyone she was evil. Now there's your proof. First they took out Jamie, then they hurt Mai and her brother.
Sunny: Too many fronts, love, too many fronts.
Power: (Dark look coming over her face) They piss me off. They won't like me when I'm pissed off.
(Sunny guides Power to the locker room as the scene shifts to the Smackout Hilton, where The Saints are gathered following the matches. Chloe wheels out a cart of alcohol and begins passing around drinks. She taps on a glass to get everyone's attention)
Chloe: We didn't all win, but we sent messages to everyone. We sent people to the hospital, we made people hurt. We are showing everyone just how to send messages. We are the Saints, and as Mr Williams proclaimed, that says it all. We are the premiere stable in professional wrestling today. And it's all due to the planning of one person. To Jack.
The group: (In unison) To Jack.
(The group raises their beverages and toasts him.)
Chloe: Every member of this group is top shelf. I am proud of you all. Thank you all for accepting me. And LD, thanks for taking out my sister. She's going to learn she can't stand against the Saints.
Moose: We get the Murphys this week.
Chloe: This week you have a partner you know, a partner you trust. Together we'll show those drunken sots how the Saints destroy the cabbage.
(Chloe and Moose pour another round of Jamesons and throw back the shots as we fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:45:30 GMT -5
Alexis Darling is sitting in the Kings' lockeroom, embracing her newly won OOWF Intercontinental Championship. She looks at Carter, who is smiling from ear to ear...
AD: I really don't know what to say...Thank you.
CC: Lexi....I mean, Alexi...
AD: YOU can call me Lexi.
CC: Alright...Lexi, you deserved it. You have showed us loyalty, I am very greatful...
AD: Thank you...but...
CC: But what?
AD: Why did you call out my brother again? I told you the board won't sign the match...I'm not allowing it...
CC: Bad habbit...even though the board said no, I know your brother...I know that he would accept because he's not one to say no to a challenge...I know this match isn't going to happen...at least not soon. But...I do get him next week. We do...(looking at Allen and Jose)
JR: What?
CC: Me and the two of you, are taking on Texpress and Alexander Darling himself...
Allen and Reyna look at each other, both with sadistic grins on thier faces...Carter looks at the ninjacam...
CC: But let me make something very clear to our GM...I want this match a NO DQ match...Anything goes, because we are going to destroy those pricks one by one...and I get to hurt brother dearest for my lovely Queen Lexi...
Carter looks at her and smiles...she comes up to him, and without even saying a word passionately kisses Carter on the lips...Jason and Jose are shocked and can't believe what their seeing, and Carter takes it in. He wraps arm around her as she places her arms around his neck.
CC: It's good to be the King...
Camera fades...
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 9:45:50 GMT -5
~~~ Fade into the Texpress Dressing Rooms. Zane & Bridgette are sitting across from each other at the table, whispering quietly & holding hands. Chad barges in wearing his workout clothes, sweating & a little out of breath. He stops, puts his hands on his hips & grabs a bottle of Aquafina Bridgette looks over at him and waves ~~~ Bridgette: Nice run? Chad: Yeah. She really pushed us today. Zane: Having trouble keeping up? Chad: Naaa.. Bridgette: Or he got distracted watching her run from behind... Chad: (Huge Grin) Maaaaaybe. You know, you two should join us one morning. It's kind of addictive. Zane: Pass. I get my cardio in just fine thank you. Bridgette: And shug, you and Miranda enjoy that time alone. Lord knows there's not a lot of it around this place. ~~~ She points to the Ninjacam. Chad waves. ~~~ Zane: You need to see something ~~~ He steps over to the Media Center and grabs a remote. He cues up OOWF-TV and pulls up Carter's latest promo. ~~~ Chad: Poor Victor. Zane: That's what you took from that? Chad: Well, yeah. I mean it's one thing for Lex to turn on her friends, but for him to see her and Carter like that HAS to hurt. Zane: I meant... Chad: I know what YOU meant. No DQ? No Sweat. Heck, we've been in bloodier, more violent matches than that lately and walked away the winner. Bridgette: I think Mr. Carter needs to go visit OOWF.com and readc up on the history of Texpress. Chad: You're assuming he can read. Zane: Let them think they have the advantage in a No Disqualification Match. Let them ignore the fact that we've won Scaffold Matches, Taipei Death matches, Volcano Matches & matches featuring every way you can hurt a human body and then some. Let them ignore the fact that we're teaming with Alexander Darling. Let them forget that he's Literally left his mark on more people in this company than anyone has. Chad: You see Christian, you have no idea who you are dealing with here. Yes, we play by the rules and do things the right way. If it's no DQ you want, we Can play in those rules with the best of them. In a fair fight, Alexander Darling and Texpress have nothing to fear from anyone, anytime, anyplace. We can out wrestle you, and we can out fight you. Bridgette: And, as a part of the OOWF legal team, how about this... You want your Quid, here's the Pro Quo. A No Disqualification Match, no problem. But, during the match, Alexis Darling, or any other potential member of the Suicide Kings not involved in the match, are banned from..... Chad: Banned From Everywhere? ~~~ Awesome Bill and Justin Sane hear this, and walk out of the adjoining room wearing scuba masks & flippers. Justin has a 20's style one piece bathing suit on & Bill is in a Speedo. They are followed by Ellie Mae, Drunkey, Drunkette & the rest of the BFE entourage. ~~~ Ellie Mae: Sorry, I told them they shouldn't use the Hot Tub again. ~~~ They exit the room. Chad stands there, mouth agape. ~~~ Bridgette: .... Alexis Darling, or any other potential member of the Suicide Kings not involved in the match will be banned from the arena. Should be simple enough, don't you think? Zane: Sounds good to me. I'm going to see Alex. Chad: And I'm calling the HazMat Team to clean my hot tub... AGAIN! ~~~ Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 13:11:02 GMT -5
FADE in on the Saints locker room. Stank and LD are discussing something on the far side of the room while Moose and Chloe are finishing off Jack’s bottle of whiskey in another part of the room.
Sitting by himself without looking at anything is Stan Fulton, nursing another beer. An SFJ somehow has made her way inside the locker room. She gets a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look and makes her way over to Fulton.
SFJ: “Can I get a word, Mr. Fulton, about your match last night and your attack on Ecosystem?”
Fulton just stares without seeing. The only answer he gives the SFJ is breaking the beer bottle over the arm of the chair and sticking the jagged, broken top at her face.
She backs away as Moose and Chloe come up along the side of her.
MHJ: “You SFJs have been used to seeing the veneer that Stan used to have. I've stripped that away and now you see him how he always has been. Now I will say there were times when that Holy Man schtick came in handy for his career. He suckered Mai and Juni into getting him the World Tag Team Championships.”
SFJ: “So he’s an animal now?”
C: “He’s The Crusher. He’s a Saint. This is the real Stan Fulton. A raging killer. The only thing that’s keeping him from ripping your throat out is Moosehead Jack. Now what did you want?”
SFJ: “I just wanted some comments on his match with Danny Taylor.”
Moose laughs.
MHJ: “The so-called Pure White Hat. Though we've seen differently haven’t we? Danny Taylor is more like the Crusher than he would have you believe. Crusher here is going to peel away more of Danny’s facade and show the rotting structure underneath. Either that or Danny ends up in ICU.”
C: “Get out.”
The SFJ flees.
C: “You ever going to say anything again, Stan?”
Fulton looks up.
SF: “Only when necessary. Words are a waste. Actions matter.”
MHJ: “Exactly.”
There’s a knock on the door.
SF: “That’s for you, Moose.”
Moose looks askance at Fulton and nods at Chloe who opens the door. Standing there is a man with a manila folder in his hands.
Man: “I’m here to see Stan Fulton?”
C: “He’s busy. What do you want?”
Man: “Then I was told to see Moosehead Jack about a job.”
Moose glances at Fulton who nods.
MHJ: “Show our guest in, Chloe. Let’s talk.”
Moose walks over to a nearby table and chairs and takes a seat. The man doesn't hesitate and walks over, taking the opposite chair and sets the folder on the table.
Man: “My name is Ben Coleman. Mr. Fulton said you needed a referee. I’m the best there is.”
Moose pulls the folder to him and looks through it.
MHJ: “Eight years between Ring of Honor, New Japan and even a stint in WWE. Where you... shoved Vince McMahon?!”
BC: “He and I disagreed on a few things about referees. I informed him of my opinions. Forcefully.”
Fulton has gotten up and made his way over. He leans down to whisper in Moose’s ear.
SF: “We can use him in our matches. Think Danny Davis. Only we’re better at making sure the odds are in our favor.”
Fulton stands back up, walks over to Coleman and shakes his hand. Then he goes to the fridge and grabs another beer. Moose smiles and lights up a cigar.
MHJ: “Stan, would you grab beers for all of us? It’s time to celebrate the Saints new referee.”
Fulton passes around more beer as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 10, 2014 16:34:34 GMT -5
Fire returns to the luxury suites where Alexander is having a true Firewoman-style violent meltdown of trashing the locker room.
FW: Hey...what's up? What's wrong??
AD: Nothing...just...nothing. Are you....
FW: No, no, I'm fine...Eco got down there in the nick of time before things got too out of hand.
AD: *sarcastically* Oh...great. Good. HE can make the save.
Alex slams a few things, throws a few more. Fire is pretty stoic during the whole thing, passively observing.
FW: I'm guessing though, this has very little to do with Junichiro Muyo.
AD: Fuck him.
FW: Kay...He's not my type, or rather, I'm not his...although I've never tried to seduce a--
Fire is interrupted by some other destruction.
FW: Are you going to tell me what this is about?
AD: No.
FW: Let's try this again. Are you going to tell me--
AD: No, Fire, I'm not. Go find a seedy bar to hang with your brother and his friends, and plot the return of the Five.
FW: Wow, really reaching there.
Alex picks up a photograph. It's of the two of them on a beach somewhere, smiling. Fire's wearing a plain but elegant white dress, holding flowers, and Alex is dressed in white as well, something akin to 'beach formal.' Fire grabs it out of his hands.
AD: HEY!
FW: OH, no you don't. This one is off limits.
She shows it to him, and he calms down a bit, although he's still agitated.
AD: You're right...I'm sorry....I just....this thing with....
FW: Yes?
AD: This thing with Danny...it's just .... it needs to end.
FW: It's one more match and then it's over.
AD: Yeah, it might very well be! Did you see that? I just don't get it...I don't understand him at all. I can dig deep into my past and find something to fuel that rage and that desire to just turn all that hurt onto another person, but Danny...it's like he doesn't have it in him...If I don't accidentally kill him, Moose will.
FW: Yeah...I don't understand it.
AD: I .... I figured you would. Sorry I trashed the--
FW: No, I don't understand why you're lying to me right now.
Alex's earlier anger returns.
AD: I'm not fucking lying to you.
FW: Alex, I know what this is really about.
AD: Oh, did one of your voices tell you?
FW: Maybe. The one on the television.
AD: You're making less sense than usual.
Fire turns on OOWF Network and they are replaying the latest Suicide Kings promo, ending on Carter and Alexis's lip lock.
AD: That? I don't fucking care about that.
FW: Try again. This time maybe make an effort to convince me.
AD: I don't care. Quit bringing it up. She's just mindfucking Carter and eventually it'll all make sense and....
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: Alex...I think you have to face facts.
AD: No, I do not.
FW: Babe...She's not coming back.
AD: Shut up. You don't KNOW her.
FW: Yes, I--
AD: NO you DON'T!
FW: Alex--
AD: You don't. Not like I do...the things we've been through together...
FW: The things you've been through together don't seem to give a damn to her right about now, and they haven't for a really long time. AD: You are just saying that because you're JEALOUS. It's ridiculous and irrational, but then that kind of sums you up and--
Fire throws a paperweight his general direction at that. He bats it away from where it would have embedded into his skull.
FW: ALEX! All the time we sat here wondering who the other person was that attacked Davin and me at the temple, and she SAT RIGHT THERE and didn't say a DAMN THING.
AD: But...
FW: It's over. Alex. It's done.
Alex looks at Fire as if she just stabbed him in the heart. Fire seems visibly affected by the look he gives her. He sits down on the couch, kind of in a slump.
AD: She's really done it. Lexie...she's gone. She's really left. She's got her championship, she's got her new ... she's just.....gone. The one person, other than you, who I never thought would do.....
Alex's voice trails off. Fire looks at Alex and a look of rage crosses her face. Her fists clench and it looks like she's going to turn and walk out the door, but suddenly she stops and looks back at Alex. A different look comes over her.
FW: Whoa.....
AD: What?
FW: It's the weirdest thing. I REALLY want to go and kick Lexie's face in.
Alex stands up and gets very close, looking down on her menacingly. Fire does not react.
AD: No fucking way. You leave her--
FW: At some later point we will examine the parallels between your defense of Lexie and mine of Moose. But not now, this is ...weird!!
Fire walks away as she's trying to figure it out.
FW: It's like...smashing Lexie's face in WOULD make me feel better....but....it would probably make you feel worse.
AD: Fire, you lay ONE HAND--
FW: And....like all I want to do is make you feel better....like...I can feel .... I think Dr. Sid called it....empathy?
AD: ...
FW: ...
AD: *smiling a little* Okay, but--
FW: This is just....like ... I want to put your feelings AHEAD of my own!!
AD: Fire...
FW: This is...this is AMAZING! It's like it's totally not even about me!
AD: And yet....
FW: Huh?
AD: Remember how it's not about you?
FW: Yeah, it's amazi--
AD: I'm glad you've had this breakthrough but...
Alex sits down, again.
AD: Whatever....do what you want....
Fire looks at him confused, and then walks over and sits down next to him. She takes a hand.
FW: I'm sorry...
Alex nods sadly.
AD: Now what do I do?
FW: I don't know...But we'll figure it out together.
Alex nods again as Fire pulls his head to her shoulder.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 17:57:46 GMT -5
We fade in to Jaime Folz's hotel room. Matt sitting next to her, both shaking their heads as they watch the end of Mayhem.
MF: Fuck. This is my fault, I caused this.
JF: What are you talking about?
MF: I personally asked Mai to challenge Carter. I wasn't entirely sure she'd have to put up her Championship to do it, but I had my suspicions she might have to. I should have never put her in that spot.
JF: This isn't your fault. Mai made her choice, it's not like you held a gun to her head.
MF: No, I did worse than that. I played off her guilt. I convinced her that putting Carter in intensive care was more important than anything, and it cost her.
Just then a doctor comes into the room.
D: Good news. The MRI came back clean, we suspect there should be no long term effects. We're processing your release papers now.
MF: Thank you Doctor. Can she handle a long plane flight?
JF: Long flight? Is the company going overseas again already?
MF: Fuck if I know, or care right now. I'm taking you home til you're fully recovered.
JF: Not exactly a long flight to Green Bay hon.
MF: I didn't say anything about Green Bay. I'm taking YOU home to Australia. I've already talked to your mom, she's thrilled by the idea of course. I just want to make sure you're cleared to make the flight.
D: She'll be quite sore, but other than that I don't see any problems.
MF: Thank you doctor.
D: I'll go get your paperwork.
The doctor leaves, leaving Matt and Jaime alone.
JF: Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to go home and see my family. But don't you have to get back to work at some point?
MF: I can take as much time as I want to, and that might be a long while.
JF: What are you saying?
MF: I'm saying, we have enough money saved. I can keep my hand in, head up the training school Stan is starting. Or maybe work for our General Manager, learn the other side of this business.
JF: You're joking, right? Please tell me you aren't being serious right now. You're not seriously talking about retirement.
MF: I haven't made any final decisions, but I'm more than 50 percent sure.
JF: Why now?
MF: I haven't decided anything yet, ok? Just thinking. For now, I'm calling our pilot and seeing how fast he can get the plane back here so we can leave.
Jaime shakes her head as we...... FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 17:58:32 GMT -5
The screen opens with a view from the back seat of a moving car. The video quality is subpar but adequate. The two men seated up front are in the middle of a conversation. The driver is interviewing the fellow in the passenger seat, an indy wrestler named Spider McNulty. McNulty's career in the ring is on the back end, but he's still a fairly imposing man with a large frame and thick beard. McNulty chuckles at something he says as the audio picks up the conversation...
Driver: What about Tuska? Whatever happened to him?
McNulty: Shane Tuska? Man, I don't know. That's a situation that... Wow, I haven't thought of him for a few years.
McNulty's demeanor turns slightly more serious.
Driver: You guys used to make towns together, yeah?
McNulty: We did, yeah. I had been in the business for a few years more than he was, but we got a long pretty well. He was very respectful, and really willing to learn. That's what you look for in a rookie.
Driver: What happened with him? There were rumors, what the dirtsheets printed...
McNulty: The dirtsheets don't know spit.
McNulty thinks for moment, turning his gaze to the trees and roadsigns passing by out his window. He adjusts the sunglasses on his face and looks down at his hands.
McNulty: We rode together a lot. He was young, just breaking in. We worked a show in Missouri together, and like I said, he was real respectful and usually kept his mouth shut around the veterans in the locker room. He was a sponge, too, always listening, learning. He never cursed either, which is a rare trait in a locker room full of has beens and wannabes. He was young, he was a good kid. We started making towns together, out on the circuit in the Midwest. He was a quick learner, got good really fast. He started getting good bookings, and making a name for himself, especially in the Midwest. We worked a few tag matches together, and watching him up close, you could tell this kid had 'it'. He was going to make it.
McNulty takes a moment to spit into a bottle close at hand, leaving a small bit of tobacco stained spittle on his greying beard. He wipes his mouth and continues.
McNulty: You know, fans only know what we let them see, what we do in the ring... It's a show. We're real people, man. We've got wives, kids... Tuska had a family. He loved those kids. He worked hard for them. We'd talk business on the road all the time, but eventually the conversation drifts, you know. He was in the Army, infantry. 2 tours in Afghanistan, I think. He saved up some money, came home to Iowa, and started training. He was a weekend guy at first, but then he started getting good, started getting booked, and boom, he was wrestling full time. It's a lot of time away from the family, but... He was good, you know. Going to be big. And then it all turned to shit.
Driver: His family was killed, right?
McNulty: Drunk driver. Friggin' drunk driver.
Driver: Jeez.
McNulty: Everybody was DOA. Tuska just got booked to do a tour in Japan, and he was going to have 2 weeks at home when he got back. He was really looking forward to it. Japan was the next step for him...
Driver: Did you go to the funeral? Did you see him at all after that?
McNulty: No funeral. No nothing. He just disappeared. My guy in Japan that got him booked called me, asked what the hell? Where's Tuska? I don't know, man. He fell off the face of the earth for all I know, man. Crap. He had a future in this business, a bright one.
Driver: I heard he went to Mexico..?
McNulty: Yeah, he did some lucha stuff. This was like a year after the accident that I heard he was down there. And he went to Japan, finally, too. Did some deathmatches, barbwire shit. That wasn't his style, but... I think he was either trying to die or trying to punish himself, I don't know. I haven't talked to him, I don't know where he is or where his head is at, but... I think he's carrying around a lot of pain, and a lot grief, and whoever gets in the ring with him needs to know that he's got nothin' to lose. Nothin'. That man... he's a shell. He's empty, and he just doesn't care what ahppens. To him, or to whoever's standing across the ring from him.
McNulty spits into his bottle again, shaking his head. The audio fades and the screen goes black, with just a small thin line of static through the middle. A haggard, whispering voice speaks, and with each word, the line across the screen jumps ever so slightly...
Voice: Silence... is golden.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 17:59:44 GMT -5
The scene opens on a jovial, rotund man, his short stature and impish grin hiding his true age, which is probably near 50. He's dressed neatly and plainly enough in a polo shirt and khakis, with wire rimmed glasses hanging on to the tip of his nose. The name Dell Petersen appears under him on the screen. He smiles a bit sheepishly as he introduces himself and motions to the small building behind him.
Petersen: Hello, and welcome to what is essentially the Midwest's independent wrestling museum, I guess you'd say. This is a shop on the back of my property, and it's a bit of a mess, but I think we'll see some things that will interest you.
He turns to the building and steps inside. He pulls a string hanging from a light fixture on the ceiling, and reveals a cluttered room full of wrestling memorabilia. He moves to the center of the room, to a table with a pile of old flyers and photos.
Petersen: This is Shane Tuska, wrestling what I believe was his 4th or 5th match.
He lifts a photo from the table and holds it up for the camera. Pictured is a young Tuska, clad in red tights and white boots, standing on the second rope with his arms raised, playing to the crowd.
Petersen: This was at a show that ran bimonthly down in Ames, Iowa. If memory serves, there was between 60 and 70 people there, at the Knights of Columbus Hall near the fairgrounds. Tuska was wrestling under a different name then... Ricky Easterling I believe it was. He was a good natured baby face if there ever was one.
Petersen sets the photo down and rifles through the piles in front of him. He smiles as he finds the next photograph. He again lifts it to the camera.
Petersen: This was about a year later, at the same hall... Attendance had tripled now.
The photo shows Tuska, clad in silver and blue, pinning an unrecognizable opponent, enthusiasm etched into his face and posture.
Petersen: He progressed rapidly. By all accounts an excellent student of the sport and a fine athlete. He was as pure a babyface as you could want, and the people loved him... You say you want to know what happened to Shane Tuska. Well, most of us that knew him, knew who he was, don't really think about him much anymore. It just hurts too much. Wrestling is full of tragedy, we all know that. But Shane Tuska's story might be the most tragic of them all. What happened to him was so unfair... if you'd known him, you'd know what I mean.
Petersen pauses a moment and sets the photo down.
Petersen: I believe that Shane Tuska died with his family. Died inside, I mean. I'm what you would call fairly well connected to the independent wrestling scene in North America... Years of tape trading and corresponding with other fans and historians throughout the US and Canada and Mexico has built me a considerable list of folks that I can call on to find almost anything as it relates to wrestling... And I kept tabs on Tuska as best I could. It was such a tragedy what happened to his young family, I just felt like... like the least I could do was see his story through to the bitter end.
Petersen sniffs, and then produces a VHS cassette from the table.
Petersen: This is what became of Shane Tuska.
The screen fades to black as the camera focuses in on the cassette.
Static. Then garbled blue screen, which finally settles in on a wrestling ring. The video tracks and adjusts until the quality is at least decipherable. A masked luchadore lays prone on a table leaning in one corner of the ring, and from the other side shoots Tuska, wearing a dark green singlet and black boots. He's bleeding from his temple and mouth. He charges in and drop kicks the luchadore into the table, smashing it into so many pieces. There is a modest pop from the crowd in attendance, perhaps about 40 Mexicans watching from makeshift bleachers. Tuska drags his opponent out of the corner and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. As the luchadore bounces back, Tuska leaps and hits him with a high knee and back elbow smash to the back of the young wrestler's head. This is The Silencer, Tuska's trademark finisher. The crowd mildly pops again, and Tuska gets the pin. He ignores the referee trying to raise his arm and instead retreats to the corner, puts his hands over his ears and shuts his eyes. Someone in the audience hurls a bottle of Corona at Tuska, hitting him in the shoulder, spilling beer onto the canvas. Tuska briskly stands and stomps the bottle, breaking it. He picks a piece of glass from the mat and slices his palm with it, cutting deep. He tosses the piece of glass aside and puts his pointer finger over his lips. "Shhhh!" The crowd falls quiet as Tuska leaves the ring, without so much as a sideways glance in any direction.
The screen fades black, save for small line of static across the middle. "Silence... is golden." proclaims the haggard, whispering voice.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:01:38 GMT -5
(Sunny and the bodyguards are leaving the suite, with Power far behind them)
Power: What's the big hurry?
Sunny: We have an appointment with Nate about your contract. You have your weekly get together with the other women on the roster.
Power: That can wait.
Sunny: No it can't. I'm going to talk with Nate about this edict that you don't get any matches with your sister. You seem to be so focused on everyone else and not on your own career.
Power: Look, you were the one who said I should recruit others to help me against Chloe and the Saints.
Sunny: And now you're taking on the Kings on top of that. That's not just dangerous, that's insanity. The Kings, they're not your battle.
Power: Look, I get it now. When you're trying to do whats right, they're ALL my battles. How can I condemn Moose and Chloe and want to destroy them and then sit back and do nothing while the Kings put Jamie in the hospital? That would make me as big a hypocrite as those two. And I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a hypocrite.
Sunny: All at once it's not about Chloe and Moose but it's about being Miss Nice Girl. What is it, did Moose get to you with that talk about your dad?
Power: Look, I don't really know if Moose is right or not. All I know is that now I want to be the person that does what's right when everyone else is wrong, regardless of the consequences.
Sunny: That's just too idealistic.
Power: Maybe it is, but it's the only way to mend fences here with the people who can do me any good. And I think that I need to start with one person. I'll catch up with you after coffee.
(Power takes off down another hallway as Sunny shakes her head and the entourage heads for Nate's office. Power stops at the suite of Texpress and knocks on the door. Bridgette answers.)
Bridgette: Hi, Shug, ready for coffee?
Power: Yeah, in a minute. I was wondering...is Chad here?
Bridgette: Chad? He just got back with Miranda. He's changing.
Power: Yes, yes he is.
Bridgette: I'll tell him you're here. I need to finish getting ready.
Power: Thanks, Bridgette.
Bridgette: No problem, Shug.
(Power waits at the door, and eventually Chad shows up.)
Chad: You wanted to see me?
Power: This is hard for me to say, Chad. I've been watching you and Miranda. I really misjudged you. You treat her like she's every bit a lady. I was wrong.
Chad: That's an understatement.
Power: Please, Chad, try to understand. All my life I had to stand up for Clio. I had to defend her from lots of people who were saying what you were saying. Except they really meant it. They were hurtful, and I had to stand up and fight for her more times than I can ever count. I guess when it comes to that stuff I've still got a really thin skin. More than one person has told me that I misunderstood you. I've been an ass. I've overreacted. I'm sorry.
Chad: I..I don't know what to say.
Power: You don't need to say anything. Just know that against the Saints or the Kings, I'll have your back, whether or not you have mine.
Chad: (Grinning) Well, gee, I'll have to think about that.
Power: I know I've got no right...
Chad: Stop, I'm kidding. I've seen you with your woman, and I think you're being serious. So OK, let's play it by ear.
Power: We're OK here?
Chad: Well, I don't think we'll be double dating anytime soon.
Power: Yeah, we run in different circles than you guys, but maybe coffee sometime. The times I've worked with Miranda have been cool. I like her.
Chad: Yeah, she's something else.
Power: And I know you've already heard this from someone else, but you treat her wrong...
Chad: Stop. There's a couple of others that already made that point perfectly clear. Fire, LD, and....
Power: ...and...
Chad: It's too silly to repeat.
Power: Silly? You mean?
Chad: Borrowed five bucks in the process.
(Power laughs)
Power: Good talking to you, Chad.
Chad: (Tips his imaginary cowboy hat) Ma'am.
(Power curtseys and heads off to the coffee. As she rounds the corner Bridgette comes out.)
Bridgette: She took off?
Chad: Yeah, you just missed her.
Bridgette: What did she want?
Chad: I'm not sure. Maybe a backup plan. Or maybe she's sincere.
Bridgette: She's sure a lot different when she's not around her sister. Maybe that's a good thing.
Chad: I hope so.
(Bridgette heads out for the coffee as Chad goes back into the suites and we fade.)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:02:36 GMT -5
~~~ Bridgette & Chad return to the Texpress Dressing Room and meet Zane. Zane is watching OOWF-TV, and has his notepad. ~~~
Zane: Tuska... Tuska...Shane Tuska... Chad, why do I know that name?
Chad: Beats me. Why?
~~~ Zane cues up the Spider McNulty & Dell Peterson promos ~~~
Chad: Huh. McNulty.. I think I remember of him. We were at the same show once in Hermosillo when we were breaking into the business. Big Guy. He ate a live tarantula in the ring. Freaked me out. I think that was him.
Zane: I was thinking we did a show with Tuska once too, but in Matamoros.
Chad: Possibly. We did so many of those little shows in Mexico & other places it is hard to keep track.
Zane: Looks like he has talent. I just wonder where his head will be. That kind of trauma tends to go either one of two ways. You go full on crazy...
Chad: Like Moose
Zane: Or it motivates you to become a better person...
Chad: Like Danny.
Zane: Let's hope its the latter and not the former.
Bridgette: Well we should find out soon.
Zane: Oh?
Bridgette: Yes. I heard GM Corbitt talking about him on the phone yesterday while I was in doing some promotional arrangements.
Zane: Did he say anything about the match on Wednesday?
Bridgette: Not specifically. He wasn't real happy with me, but, he is also annoyed at the Kings. I'd bet he goes along with it.
Chad: Well partner, looks like we got ourselves a fight on our hands. Did you talk to Alex?
Zane: No, Lucky said he and Lisa were occupied. I didn't ask questions.
Chad: Good plan. Well, let's go see him together & figure this out
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:03:38 GMT -5
FADE in on the Saints of Sinners locker room. All are watching OOWF-TV and the just finished reports on Shane Tuska.
Moose turns to Fulton.
MHJ: “You ever face him?”
SF: “I may have. There were times I drove from Minneapolis to Ames. The pay wasn’t bad for the crowd size and the crowds appreciated it more than the Minnesota crowds did at times.”
LDW: “Something major happened to turn him.”
Sta: “Each of us in this room knows that feeling.”
All nod in remembering.
Chl: “Alright. Enough feeling sorry for ourselves. That’s not what the Saints are. Let’s go out for this weekend’s house shows and prove what we are.”
Fulton raises his beer bottle.
SF: “Here’s to pain.”
The five clink-drink as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:04:32 GMT -5
Firewoman and Miranda are walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters.
MW: Man, it's going to be weird without Jaime.
FW: She'll be back soon.
MW: I dunno...Matt's taking her to Australia.
FW: *batistalaugh* They've both got this business in their blood. They'll be back.
MW: If you say so...
They turn a corner and walk past a door. Firewoman stops a few feet beyond it, and Miranda keeps walking a bit before she realizes Fire is not with her. She turns around.
MW: What?
FW: You go on...I have to see someone.
MW: Um....I don't think that's a good idea.
FW: It'll be fine. I'll see you there in a bit.
MW: I think I should probably stay.
FW: *angrily* Am I still your coach?
MW: *surly teenager-like* Yeeeeees....
FW: Then what is rule #2.
MW: "Don't argue with the coach."
FW: Then go...I will see you there.
MW: Fine.
Miranda storms off as a surly teenager would. Fire shakes her head and walks back to the door and loudly knocks.
The door is opened by Jose Reyna who goes from surprise, to shock, to defensive posture in short order.
Jose: Well, well, well....what have we here.
FW: I'm not here for trouble, I need to talk to Alexis.
Jose: She's busy.
CC: *from further in the room* Who is it?
Jose moves a little bit so he can see.
CC: Aaaaaaaah...Hey, Lexie, the in-laws have come to see you.
Alexis emerges from another room, sees Fire, and smirks.
LD: Well, I figured it was only a matter of time. Step aside, Jose, I got this.
Jose does so, and Fire walks into the room. Jason Allen comes from somewhere else. Alexis walks up to Fire so they are about a foot apart.
JA: Is it just me or did the temperature in the room just drop about thirty degrees?
FW: Lex.
LD: Fire.
FW: I'd like to speak to you alone.
LD: I bet you would. Sorry, but anything you have to say to me can be said in front of my colleagues here.
Jose: Nice try, though, Fire. Get her alone, so you can repay her for the boot to the face.
LD: Jose, go over there with Carter. My sister in law and I apparently have things to hash out.
Jose does so. The three men take up positions around the room where they can get involved in a moment's notice. The fourth masked man appears as well. Fire does not fail to notice any of this, and she smirks. In the conversation that follows, the air is thick with tension, and both Fire and Lexie are in full on inner bitch coming out mode.
LD: If you are here to dis-invite me from the Diva conference, you needn't bother. I assumed I was out.
FW: Good that saves me that. But no, that's not the main reason. Alex.
If Lexie is impacted by this, she doesn't show it.
LD: Yes, I caught your little sympathy fest. Did you hold his widdle head until he cwied himself to sweep?
FW: No, but we did have some pretty awesome anger-sex after the INC went away.
LD: Also known as the only kind of sex Fire knows how to have, as I well know.
Jose: I can't decide if this is creepy or just hot?
FW: Actually, your brother has been quite the inspiration in, how shall we say, expanding my horizons in that regard.
LD: How nice for you. So what is it then?
FW: While nothing would give me greater pleasure than putting my fist through your head and pulling your brain stem back out through the front--
At this, Jose and the masked man leap forward. Lexie puts up a hand, stopping them.
LD: No, no, boys....no need to worry. Fire wouldn't DARE touch me outside of the ring, and risk the wrath of my brother. She knows she'd lose him forever.
FW: ...
Jose and the masked man settle down.
FW: That may be right. Today. But I think you know me a LITTLE better than that, and there may come a day...ONE day...where not even the threat of losing Alex would keep my hands from going around that pretty little neck of yours. And it would sparkle perfectly well with me.
LD: Is that supposed to threaten me? Scare me?
FW: It's just a reminder. Alex isn't willing to do what needs to be done. I am, however, not Alex.
Just when you thought the tension couldn't get any thicker...there is unspoken rage that has lain dormant for a while passing between the two women.
JA: Definitely hot.
Jose: Would you shut up?
FW: But today is your lucky day, Lexie. I am just here for one simple thing.
LD: And that is?
FW: Car keys.
LD: Huh?
FW: The McLaren. ALEX's McLaren.
Firewoman holds out her hand.
LD: Ha! In your dreams!
FW: I am growing tired of having to ride with Lucky or Miranda or Alex or anyone. I would like his car back. Please.
Please is clearly not being used here as "please."
LD: I'm not--
FW: Technically, because of this *Fire shakes her ring finger at Lexie, who sneers at it* it is my car too. You know what happens to people who have taken and damaged my vehicles. Let's not make this a thing. Keys.
Lexie smirks at Fire, and then reaches into her pocket and finds the keys. She tosses them hard towards Fire's face. Fire doesn't miss a beat and catches them. and smirks back.
FW: There, see? Was that really worth all this drama?
LD: Yes it was. Now get out.
FW: Gladly. It smells in here.
Fire turns ago and then whips back around quickly into Lexie's face.
FW: One day...I think... I will be coming for that championship. Just so I can get you in the ring.
LD: Over my dead body.
FW: Yeah? Perfect!
Fire kisses Lexie full on the mouth, but it's anything but love. Lexie pushes Fire away and they both grin at each other.
LD: Any time your done jumping at Chloe's shadow, you just go right ahead and meet me in that ring.
Before Fire can react, Carter gets out of his seat and approaches.
CC: Okay, Fire you got what you wanted. Go along your way now.
Fire smirks at him as she wipes her mouth.
FW: Sure thing, Champ.
Fire pockets the keys and turns again to go, but then turns back.
FW: You know, Carter, you won't be able to hide behind Lexie forever. The best of five series is almost over, and when it is, Alex is going to set his sights right on you. I wouldn't want to be standing where you are. Hell, I HAVE stood where you are, and I can tell you it's not fun. Your scars will have scars.
CC: Yeah, yeah, yeah
FW: *batistalaugh* Famous last words. Just sit here and gloat with THAT *meaning Lexie* about how you've taken almost everything away from Alex. Almost. *she wiggles her wedding band at him too* And then maybe reflect on that saying about when a man has nothing left to lose how dangerous he is.
CC: You said almost.
FW: I did. You know there are three people other than myself that I never liked facing when they were that desperate, that focused, and I've faced them all. Poe, Moose, and Alex. And really? I think of the three Alex would scare me the most, if I were you.
CC: But you're not me.
FW: No, and I'm very glad about that.
CC: Oh yeah? Why?
FW: Cos HE'S Alexander Fucking Darling. And you're going to know what exactly that means very soon.
Fire slams out the door into the hallway. Fire is shaking with rage, but soon stops as she's distracted by Miranda standing there.
FW: What the fuck...didn't I tell you--
MW: Rule 3. Never leave an ally alone in a room full of enemies.
Miranda smiles triumphantly.
FW: THAT you listen to....you don't remember to bend your knees for a snap suplex, but THAT you remember.
The two continue walking down the hall.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:06:35 GMT -5
The screen switches to grainy footage of two men sitting at a table. To the left sits a young Asian man, dressed neatly in a jacket and dress shirt. He looks reverently at the man on his right, an older Asian fellow dressed in a kimono. Large framed glasses sit on his gentle features, a stark contrast to the aged softness of his face. The older fellow speaks a few words in Japanese, translated by his younger counterpart.
Translator: "...he came here, a very troubled young man. He was very athletic, but also very raw. His internal struggles had left him almost savage in his nature."
There is a pause while the older man speaks some more.
Translator: "Tuska-san had faced incredible darkness, and it had left him scarred. He came to me for training, and I obliged his request, out of sympathy, and, I suppose, in the hope that I could help him..."
As the older man continues, the screen shows more grainy footage, this time of Tuska in training. Dressed in a traditional gi, he is being thrown down to the mats by Judo trainers, over and over again.
Translator: "He seemed to be in need of punishment... pain, to hold his demons at bay. Or perhaps to appease them. It was never clear to me. In spite of his emotional shortcomings, he was a very good student..."
Tuska is then shown in a wrestling ring with ropes, instead, surrounded in barbwire. There is a haze hanging over the ring, and he and his opponent show the wounds of what is obviously an infamous Japanese death match. His opponent retrieves a burlap sack from ringside, and hurls its contents onto the mat: jagged broken glass.
Translator: "... but this is when I had to sever my ties with Tuska-san. What I had been teaching was not enough for him..."
Tuska is thrown into the barbwire of the ring, and becomes tangled. He thrashes about, his face pained yet almost expressionless.
Translator: "...he had come to me in search of something, some way out of his pain, perhaps. But he did not find it. I was not willing to destroy this man, no matter how much he seemed to want it. I sent him away, and he turned to the hadakoa style, the deathmatches. His inward scars became outward scars. I have not seen him since."
Tuska is shown being slammed onto the pile of broken glass. He convulses and spits blood as the footage slows and pauses for a moment on his troubled face.
Translator: "I know he left Japan and traveled abroad. I was contacted by one of my colleagues on the Olympic committee in India a few months later. Tuska was there, pursuing a study in meditation and the precepts of yoga practice. That was three years ago. I hope he has found... whatever he was looking for."
The screen shows Tuska seated cross legged on the ground, in a circle of fellow yogis. His scars still prominent around his shoulders, and his eyes still dark and void, he breathes deep. Fade to the single line of static across the screen.
Voice: Silence... is golden.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 11, 2014 18:07:29 GMT -5
A road sign reading "Welcome to Keokuk" is shown on the screen. The sun is shining on a beautiful spring day in southern Iowa. Quiet scenes from around town are presented; the town square, kids at a playground, someone walking their dog. During this display, a narration begins.
Voice: I knew Shane Tuska very well. He'd done his duty for his country, and came back home to Keokuk to start the rest of his life.
The steps of Keokuk's Municipal Complex are shown, then a sign for the police department.
Voice: Shane was a good kid who became a very good man. Married his high school sweetheart, had 3 beautiful children...
A face is given to the voice as we see a middle aged man, grey haired and serious. He sits against a backdrop of Keokuk's Muinicipal Complex. The name Sgt. Frank Jessup, Retired appears on the screen below him.
Jessup: I am Frank Jessup, and I was a police officer here in Keokuk for 31 years. My sons went to school with Shane Tuska, played ball with him. When Shane committed to the Army, we had the going away party at our house.
Footage from a high school wrestling tournament appears, with a very young and skinny Tuska illuminated just so. Highlights from several of his matches are shown, Tuska performing takedowns and getting pins, as Jessup continues.
Jessup: Boys will be boys, but I'd place my hand on the Bible and tell you that Shane was never a hell-raiser, never a trouble maker. My boys tell me he never so much as had a sip of a wine cooler during their growing up. He had good grades and kept out of trouble. And he loved that girl...
A photo from what appears to be a small town senior prom is shown, young Tuska with his arms around the waist of a pretty blond cheerleader type.
Jessup: When Shane came home after Afghanistan, he took a job and started his wrestling training. He had married, and they had the twins, and you'd believe that their whole life was roses.
Jessup's eyes soften, and he looks down for a moment. He quickly regains his police officer posture and looks hard at the camera.
Jessup: Shane was up and coming in the wrestling scene, and quickly making a name for himself. Had his photo hanging up in a few places around town, kind of a hometown hero. And I guess, you know, you hear about 'life on the road' and all the stories of these wrestlers livin' fast... Well, Shane got caught up in it too. By this time Julie was pregnant with their third...
Jessup pauses again, looking downward. He doesn't look up for several moments. A voice comes from behind the camera, some viewers may recognize the voice as belonging to the driver/interviewer from the Spider McNulty vignette.
Voice: And they were killed by a drunk driver?
Jessup's eyes go cold and he looks up, piercing the camera with his gaze.
Jessup: Shane was the driver. Those beautiful kids and that sweet wife of his... He drove them right into an oncoming log truck and ended them and their precious lives in an instant. How in the hell he survived is a mystery to me. If you can even call it 'surviving'. He went from the ER straight to the psyche ward in Des Moines. He was deemed unfit for trial, and sent on his way with no more than slap on the wrist and a few prescriptions. He had enough booze in him to drown a bull. How he escaped a prison sentence is beyond me, I'll tell you that.
Jessup frowns, making deep lines on his forehead. He shifts in his seat and straightens himself again.
Jessup: He left town and never came back. I knew he was still wrestling, and getting beat all to hell in far off places, but I've not seen or heard from him since the day I arrived at the scene of the accident. Wherever he is, he's dangerous, I'll tell you that.
Jessup shakes his head.
Jessup: Damn shame. Damn shame what happened to that family.
The scene fades... and is replaced by the OOWF locker room. It's early, empty. Tuska is in a corner, sitting cross legged on the floor with his hands atop his thighs. His eyes are open, but focusing on nothing in particular. He breathes deep and shuts them as the camera closes in. Fade to black, save for the thin line of static across the screen.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 13, 2014 9:33:37 GMT -5
Alexis Darling is standing on the roof of the arena enjoying the cool night air when she hears some thumps behind her. She calmly turns and sees Dashing Victor Deniro standing there silhouetted by the moon. For a moment, neither speaks, and they just stare at each other. Finally Alexis speaks.
Alexis: Victor...
Before she can continue Victor holds up a hand cutting her off. Again time passes and neither speaks before Alexis speaks up again.
Alexis: This has nothing to do with y...
Again Alexis is cut off as Victor raises a hand. This time he speaks.
DVD: You knew what you where doing....you knew what would happen.....whatever we had...it's over.
Alexis frowns, not liking Victors words.
Alexis: This is just business, I thought YOU would know that.
Victor's eyes narrow, and he sneers at Alexis.
DVD: No, this is personal, and YOU knew that. We are a house divided....and it's your fault....never forget that.
With that Victor turns and hobbles away as Alexis stares daggers into his back. Some time passes, and we come up in the Destroyatorium. Spencer Darling and Shotglass are the only ones there. Spencer is wiping down the bar as Shotglass runs between her legs. The door opens and Dashing Victor Deniro hobbles in. He pauses when he sees Spencer at the bar. The two lock eyes, and for a moment, no movement happens and no words are exchanged. Finally Spencer walks around the bar, Shotglass nipping around her legs. Spencer and Victor come face to face and Spencer speaks.
Spencer: Do you hate me?
For a moment Victor does not respond, and then he speaks.
DVD: I don't know what I think.
Spencer takes a deep breath and then talks.
Spencer: I'm not a saint, I'm not a King. I'm not my brother and I'm not my sister. I will always love them, and I will always hold them close. However, when push comes to shove, my loyalties are with Ashley, with the Murphy's, with Danny, with......you. I'm Drink and Destroy ... and you should know that.
For a moment, Victor says nothing, but then tears start to flow down his face. Spencer's expression changes from frustration to sympathy, and she embraces Victor.
Spencer: I'm so sorry Vic.
DVD: It's not your fault, it just hurts so much.
Spencer: I know, but I also know we will overcome this. I don't know what will come next, but if I know nothing else, I know we will survive. (she then grabs Vic's face and looks him eye to eye) We are Drink and Destroy, and that's what we do. No one will ever stop that.
Victor tries to smile, but too many tears fill his face. Spencer sees this and just pulls him in for another deep hug as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 13, 2014 9:35:16 GMT -5
Eco sits in his hotel room, ice pack on head, ribs bandaged. He watches the clip of Stan Fulton shoving the jagged, broken beer bottle in the face of the female journalist from earlier. He puts his elbows on his knees, folds his hands and bends his head forward against his hands, as to pray.
He looks up to the NinjaCam.
Eco: Stan, let's be very clear what has happened. You are not progressing. You are not free. You are regressing into chains.
And it's sad, because you were about to surpass me. You were about to take over the corporate side more thoroughly and brilliantly than I ever had. You were ready to evolve into the kind of man who pulls the strings and makes society work. But now...
Eco makes a flushing sound.
You, and Moosehead Jack and the Saints, and Christian Carter and the Kings...you all think you're the fall of society, the eaters of worlds. But you are nothing but slaves to our social hangups. You are a five year old's picture of super villains, a comic rendition of violence and sadism. The real villains wear three-piece suits and go to work every day believing that they're helping people. That's much scarier and much sadder than a big muscled idiot who mocks religion and has a big nail bat he calls his "Death Bat" or some such shit. Fucking childish.
See, Moosehead Jack is exactly the person that six year old Moosie Poo dreamed of being when he covered his ears and cried for Daddy to stop hitting Mommy. "I'll make them all bleed" isn't the motto of a destroyer of worlds; it's a LiveJournal "About Me" page. And he can play dress-up in his Batman villain clothes all year long, and Christian Carter can watch as many stupid Bond movies as he likes, but you, Stan...you should be a fucking grown-up.
I understand. The real world is scary. Not being acknowledged is scary. But fear is an emotion, and cowardice is a choice. I thought, Stan, that no matter who you aligned yourself with, you were less of a worthless, cowardly, cookie-cutter, hopscotch-level villain. But maybe I was wrong.
Eco pauses. He laughs, bitterly.
I heard something on Wednesday. When I came out of the crowd, Stan, after you did a number on me...and before you did so again...I heard something. It wasn't Firewoman's quiet sigh of relief. It wasn't Stank's roar. It wasn't your guttural growl. It was the fans...cheering me.
This is what it has come to. You want to make Junichiro Muyo, the arrogant elitist, the flesh-eating sadist, the mind controlling slaver, the murderous businessman the most reviled man in this company, the absolute worst of the worst...you want to make him the good guy?
You're fucking on, you stupid son of a bitch.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 13, 2014 9:37:49 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in a seedy bar somewhere between Slapout and Sopchoppy drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar. Chloe walks up to the table he is at and flips over a chair and sits down hard>
MHJ: What?
Chloe: Eco called you out
MHJ: He did?
Chloe: He said you were a comic book super villain
MHJ: I hate comic books
C: I KNOW!
MHJ: Wait, ECO said this?
<Chloe shows Moose the promo on her phone, Moose watches it then sits back, slams another shot and puffs on his cigar and starts to laugh>
C: How is this funny? He is disrespecting the Saints!
MHJ: Which Juni said that? The Juni who founded the OOWF, yet folded and ran away when I wouldn’t lay down for him and the Establishment? Or was it the Juni who was a comic act in Los Defenestrators? Or was it the Juni who went insane and took over the OOWF and awarded himself titles at gunpoint? Or maybe it was the Juni who decided to munch on some flesh? Or perhaps the Juni that likes having conversations with Joker or whatever invisible being he sees this week? Or……maybe this is Wolf of Walstreet Juni who is going to tell us how his money makes him powerful? And this guy says Stan has an identity crisis?
C: He should bleed for this
MHJ: And he will. Which is exactly what he wants at the moment. He wants Stan to come after him and nearly bludgeon him to death so he can play the martyr and suck up to the idiot fans. He thinks that them cheering him will prove some kind of redemption……well it won’t. People don’t change Juni, I know exactly what you are. Just know this Muyo-san, titles cannot be bought and sold, traded like commodities. In the business world, you may be a wolf, you may be someone to be feared, but we are not in the business world. In THIS world, money doesn’t mean shit, we all have it. What matters is being able to go into that ring and destroy the person across the ring from you. Nothing else matters. You may not like me, you may think I am a cartoon, you may think anything you want, but you know I can back it up when I say I am going to destroy. You? You can try……but unless you, once again, bring in an army to back you, I don’t think for one second you have it in you.
<Just then a shadow falls across the table, standing before them is a big burly man with shoulder length hair, a long beard, and a jagged scar across his face. Moose just looks at him>
MHJ: Can I help you?
Man: I just wanted to let you know…..you’re sitting in my seat
MHJ: Is that a fact
Man: That’s a fact
MHJ: You talk awful reckless for someone who has nothing to defend themselves
Man: I don’t need any weapons to take down a broken has been like you
MHJ: that a fact?
Man: yeah…….that’s a fact
<the two men stare at one another and Moose slowly gets to his feet. The man stands there with a snug look on his face, the camera catches Chloe slowly reaching down into her boot and pulling out a scalpel. Chloe jumps to her feet and swings the scalpel for the man’s chest, but Moose grabs her arm at the last second, the blade stopping just inches from his chest. Chloe looks at Moose, Moose looks at the man and breaks out in a big grin and laughs>
MHJ: Jake Walker…….how the hell are ya?
JW: Jack, I am great. This must be Chloe
<Chloe looks confused for a minute>
MHJ: Chloe, this is an old associate of mine, he is a big wrestling fan, right Jake?
JW: You seen Ravenna around?
MHJ: <laughing> no, last I heard she got married and had a kid
JW: That’s a damn shame. So Jack, what’s on your mind? You don’t usually ask me to meet you between shows
MHJ: Got a new kid starting in the OOWF, seems like a head case, just wondering if it is a good head case, or one that is just playing the part. Some guy…….McNulty…….said….
JW: Spider McNulty?
MHJ: Yeah, you know him?
JW: Watched him clear more than a few bars in his time. Real nice guy, tough as a two dollar steak. He’s getting kind of up there to be starting in the OOWF….
MHJ: No, not him, some kid, Shane Tuska……..you heard of him
JW: Tuska……Tuska………you know, it seems like I remember hearing something about him. He was one of those goody goody faces, then a car wreck killed his family……guy lost it. From what I hear, he has a death wish, but won’t do it himself. Instead of Death by Cop, I think he wants to go Death by Wrestler
MHJ: So he is legit?
JW: Legit crazy, AND legit talented, the kid is no joke
MHJ: The Saints will have to keep an eye on him. Where you headed Jake?
JW: Wherever the wind takes me Jackie, you know how I roll
MHJ: You wanna ride with us to Sopchoppy?
JW: Hell yes
<Moose tosses Chloe the keys and grabs a couple more bottles of whiskey and they head out>
MHJ: Chloe, you drive, you aren’t going to believe some of the shit Jake here has done….
JW: And you ain’t going to believe some of the shit Jack here hasn’t told you
<Chloe gives a wicked grin and she guns the car and roars out of the parking lot into the night>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 13, 2014 9:38:54 GMT -5
(It's a sunny Saturday afternoon as a bikini clad Power and Sunny are sumbathing on a private stretch of Miramar Beach. One bodyguard is with them, and another is a short distance away.)
Sunny: This is the life.
Power: Yeah, dad always loved coming here when he couldn't make it home. White sugar sand beaches, soft salt air, beautiful.
Sunny: (Reaching over to touch Power's hand) Just like you.
Power: It would be great if Silent Sam here would just move. He's getting in my sun.
Sunny: (In a sharp voice we've never heard before) Āmi tāra tāra khāli hātē āpanāra yaunāṅga sariẏē dē'ōẏā, pāchē āmāra saṅginī ēra sūrya bā'irē niẏē yāna!
(The guard cringes before bowing slightly and responding, “Hyām̐, āpanāra mānanīẏa.” Sunny smiles while Power looks puzzled.)
Power: What's that noise about?
Sunny: Just reminding him about his place. (Snaps her fingers) I know what move you should work on. The Iron Claw.
Power: Didn't the Von Erichs overuse that?
Sunny: No, it would be perfect. Do the Fritz pose for our friend here.
(Power grabs her wrist and gestures at the bodyguard with the claw. He cringes and steps back further. Sunny smirks.)
Power: You might be right. It sure intimidates him.
Sunny: So, this week, you and Miranda and Ghosthead.
Power: Yeah, this should be cool. I love working with her. Ghosty creeps me out though.
Sunny: You ready?
Power: After that run on the beach and that workout I'm feeling great.
Sunny: Good. Now if I could just talk you out of getting into everyone else's business...
Power: Look, I help them, they help me. That's all there is to it.
Sunny: You're setting yourself up...
Power: I DON'T want to have this discussion today. I want to enjoy a day off.
Sunny: Yes, love. But it looks like our sunbathing is done. It looks like a storm's brewing.
Power: Hey, let's head over to Panama City Beach. There's this little club there, the Splash Bar...
Sunny: Love, do we have to?
Power: We haven't gotten out and had a good time in a while. Let's party while we're young enough and still able to.
Sunny: But your training, love....
Power: Oh, screw training. We're in Florida. And it's not like they'll let me win against Ghosthead...
(Kayfabe comes running on the beach and is clotheslined by the bodyguard. Kayfabe is DEAD!)
Sunny: (Sighing, turns to the bodyguard.) Bālikā uṭhā'ō ēbaṁ sē māchi ām̐katē śuru karāra āgē bhyāna tāra karā!
(The bodyguard bows and replies, “Hyām̐, āpanāra mānanīẏa.”)
Power: WOO HOO! Party tonight!
(Power grabs her towel and heads for the SUV dragging Sunny with her. The bodyguard sighs as he picks up Kayfabe and heads for the SUV as the scene fades)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 13, 2014 17:34:15 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is training in a local mostly-empty gym, kicking the punching bag as hard as she can. She switches to punches, then backs up...and hits a superkick that sends the bag flying off its hook! Mai goes to retrieve it as someone comes up behind her.
Mai: I see you in the mirrors.
Eco: I wasn't trying to be sneaky. Just didn't want to interrupt you when you're in the zone.
Mai: (shrugging, bringing the bag back) Same zone I'm always in, Junichiro.
Eco: No, it's not. You never kick anyone as hard as you kicked that bag.
Mai drops the bag.
Mai: (suddenly bitter) You're right. I am angrier. I'm pissed, in fact. Not that I lost the championship, you know, because that happens. And even the brass knuckles, yeah, I don't like it, but it happens, but the fingerpoke...
Eco: You care about that championship.
Mai: I have worked so hard to make that championship mean something, Junichiro. From when you awarded yourself the championship from Matt Folz, to when Chris Evans accidentally forfeited the belt to El Lobo Sangriento and ELS tossed it back without a thought, the name of the Intercontinental Championship has been dragged through the mud. But from April 3rd, 2013, for over a year now, I have made this division and that championship mean something. And now...poke.
Eco laughs.
Mai: What's so funny?
Eco: You're still pissed that I awarded myself the Intercontinental Championship! That was years ago.
Mai sits on the seat of a rowing machine, hands on knees. She looks up at Eco.
Mai: You can laugh at me if you like, Junichiro. You can say I'm a child, just like you call Stan a child. But honor still matters to me. And I'm going to fight for this.
Eco sits cross-legged at Mai's feet. She waits for him to speak, but he just observes her.
Mai: Look, I don't know what this is, Junichiro. We weren't talking for a reason, and yes, some things happened -
Eco: A lot happened. And you were there for me.
Mai: And I had to be there for you, but look at us. Look at who we are still. We can't just be fine.
Eco takes Mai's hands.
Eco: Yes we can. But we have to be different. I can't be the older brother guiding you every again. We hold different moral compasses, and I can't point you to your due north, nor can you point me to mine. But we can still love each other.
Eco points to the speaker system, which is playing Imagine Dragons.
Eco: Wait for it.
Mai: Eh?
Eco: (pausing a beat, then singing along with the overhead music) "If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared?"
Mai: (eyeroll) Very cute.
Eco steps over to the mats.
Eco: I bet you can't make yourself kick a person as hard as you kicked that bag.
Mai: Try me.
Mai comes in with a kick on Ecosystem, but he catches her for a single-leg takedown. Mai, on the ground, pops Junichiro in the jaw with an elbow, and rolls him over into an armbar. Ecosystem twists out into a rear naked choke, but Mai flips him over with a quasi-snapmare and kicks him HARD in the back. Eco yelps, then smiles, as the two go back to catch wrestling each other on the mats as the music plays.
"A monster, a monster, I've turned into a monster, a monster, a monster, and it keeps getting stronger..."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 14, 2014 16:59:37 GMT -5
Firewoman watches Mai and Eco wrestling and enjoying being siblings while she sips her latte. She turns around and comes face to face with Moose.
MHJ: Aw, you already got yours. I got one for you.
Fire looks down and sees that, indeed, Moose has two coffees in his hand.
FW: Oh, um...thanks. I'm kinda busy though and--
MHJ: You owe me.
FW: Huh?
MHJ: You woke me up at three a.m. a few weeks ago because you thought was dead.
FW: Yeah, well, it was just a dream so--
MHJ: So you care enough to risk the wrath of the entire Saints locker room to check on me, but now you're too busy for coffee?
FW: We don't have to--
MHJ: So you say...but I want to have coffee with my sister.
Moose hands Fire a cup, which she takes, and then he takes her elbow FIRMLY~! and moves her to catering where there is a table.
MHJ: Sit.
FW: Moose, I--
MHJ: NOW!
FW: ...
MHJ: Please.
FW: Fine.
Fire sits and puts her coffees on the table. She crosses her legs and folds her arms. Moose smirks and sits. They sit in silence. Uncomfortable lengthy silence. Finally...
MHJ: So what's new?
FW: Nothing.
MHJ: Jesus, Mary and Joseph what is your problem!!!
FW: Well, hello to you too, Sean.
MHJ: What?
FW: Dad's favorite exclamation--
MHJ: I don't care...WHY did you take the time, if you were concerned about my life, to put a chair under Chloe's door handle so she couldn't get out.
FW: ...
MHJ: Fire...
FW: Because.
MHJ: BECAUSE WHY!!
FW: Because don't YELL at me...sheesh...I just didn't want to...you know...
MHJ: Piss her off?
FW: Kinda...
MHJ: Scare her?
FW: No...
MHJ: Beat her up?
FW: Moose, I just didn't want any...drama.
MHJ: ...
FW: ...
MHJ: You.
FW: Yes.
MHJ: No drama....
FW: ...Yes.
MHJ: So instead of just calling, say, or waiting until production meeting that day, or whatever, you broke in to the locker room, put a chair under her door, broke into MY room, tiptoed up to the bed, put your face in mine, turned on the light and attempted to give me CPR despite my being awake, alert, and breathing....
FW: Yes.
MHJ: All that to avoid..."drama."
FW: ...
MHJ: ...
FW: Well, when you put it like that--
MHJ: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU! And don't you DARE get up out of that chair and run away or I will drag you back here by your hair.
FW: I just...I just don't WANT to.
MHJ: Want to WHAT?
FW: Get into anything with....her.
MHJ: Chloe?
FW: ....
MHJ: Jesus Christ, Fire, why not? I mean, I know she's my ally right now, and she's a damn fine wrestler, but she's NOT you.
FW: I know that, Moose, it's just....she's just....different.
MHJ: Different how?
FW: I can't explain it...
MHJ: Can't...or won't.
Fire glares at Moose, who smiles satisfied he has struck paydirt.
FW: Fine....only if you promise me something.
MHJ: For you? Anything.
FW: Keep her away from my match.
MHJ: Huh?
FW: I'm serious. LD and Stank are tough enough, I don't need to be worrying about her interfering.
MHJ: Okay, okay...I'll do my best.
FW: I'm serious...If I see her, I'll walk right out of the match.
MHJ: Okay. Now spill.
FW: She just....I just....*sigh* I've faced tough oppenents before. I've faced opponents who gave me nightmares. I've faced opponents who I thought wouldn't just beat me, but could end me....my career...me....Poe, Ecosystem, Tytan, even Alex....YOU....
MHJ: I would never--
FW: We both know that's not the case, and if those towels hadn't been throw in during our best of seven series, we would both not be sitting here talking.
MHJ: Okay, maybe...
FW: The point is...I've always actually looked forward to those matches...I was excited by the possibility that this could be it, and I might not come back from it. Some times maybe I wished I wouldn't come back...but either way, I was going in, and I was going to go down swinging.
MHJ: Okay...
FW: But this...Moose, this is different. I mean, I knew going into the match with Tytan that something was up, but I did it anyway. Now...and maybe it's because I didn't listen then, I don't know....but now every fiber of my being is screaming at me ... this is different...SHE is different....so, when they came back, I just blocked it out, ya know? I know people think that I was just acting, but I truly didn't remember bringing them in, giving them their shot. Dr. Sid and videos helped me remember.
MHJ: Wow.......I just....I thought you were acting...
FW: *smirking* Like with Eco?
MHJ: I guess....Sorry, Fire...
FW: *shrug* It's okay..
MHJ: So that's why you had it written into your contract? Because you're afr--
FW: DON'T you dare say it out loud! I'm not....I'm not proud of it...in fact...I'm ashamed...
Fire looks down, and there might be the glimmer of a tear visible through her lashes. Moose is taken aback. A few minutes pass.
MHJ: Fire...I have to tell you....I have to warn you...
FW: *wiping an eye before she looks up* Warn me?
MHJ: She's a lot like you in one way...she isn't going to let up. And I'm not sure I can talk her out of it.
FW: *quietly* Okay.
MHJ: She's going to do whatever it takes to get you in that ring. I'm not sure there's anything I can do to stop it.
FW: ....
MHJ: ....
FW: Okay.
Fire gets up quietly and leaves Moose sitting there kind of stunned. LD and Stank come to join him. Fire passes them without even looking up.
LD: Moose, you okay?
Stank: Yeah... you look paler than usual. What's wrong with Fire, she barely said hi.
LD: Scared of us for our match.
MHJ: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY SISTER HAS NOT BEEN SCARED OF ANYONE A DAY IN HER LIFE AND...
LD and Stank look at Moose, stunned.
LD: It was just a joke, Jack.
Stank: Yeah, we know better.
MHJ: Right...sorry...sorry guys....let's just go get a drink, okay? Or ten.
LD: Sounds like you need about twenty. What's up?
MHJ: Um...nothing. Nothing you guys need to worry about.
Stank: SUUUUUuuuuuure. Crusher got us a table, and says to hurry it up.
The three get up and leave and head to wherever they're going.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 14, 2014 20:15:47 GMT -5
The camera focuses in on a dimly lit room where Dynamite Danny Taylor is sleeping soundly, his alarm goes off and he groggily reaches over and turns it off. Danny flips off the covers and sits up dressed in nothing but his boxers. As he does every morning, Danny slowly rubs the scare on his neck, as his eyes slowly adjust to the room. He stretches, and the camera sees all the various scars and bruises that adorn his chest and arms. Before standing Danny rubs his left knee, and we can see that it is slightly swollen. Danny stands grimacing a little and makes his way over to his personal bathroom. He cuts the light on and runs some water in the sink, splashing it into his face. He looks up in the mirror, and under these conditions we can see the left side of it is still slighty discolered from it's past burning, and that some fresh stitches are just above his right eye. Danny let's out a deep sigh, and a look of tiredness and perhaps frustration adorns his face. From off camera we hear Ashley's voice.
Ashley: Hey Danny! Are you up? I could use some help.
Danny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, when he opens them the tiredness and frustration is gone, replaced by a large grin. He throws on a pair of slacks and a OBJ Belch T-shirt and heads out to see Ashley struggling to drag a keg to the bar. Danny smiles at her and picks it up and puts it into place. She gently punches him in the arm.
Ashley: Thanks big guy.
As Ashley ducks down to attach the tap, Danny rubs his shoulder and grimaces, but quickly hides it as he sees Spencer heading into the room holiding Shotglass. Danny smiles at her and heads to the back and comes back carrying a large bag of dog food. He pours some into a bowl and places it down. Shotglass starts gobling it up as Spencer rustles Danny's hair, and he responds by picking her up and spinning her around in a giant bear hug, causing her to giggle.
Ashley: (shouting from the bar) Hey! Keep your hands off my lady!
This draws giggles from both Danny and Spencer. Danny places her down and looks up at the clock. He motions to the girls that he has to go and takes off. We get a cut and come up at the training ring where the Murphy twins are in the ring. Danny shows up in his gear and joins them in the ring. For the next couple of hours, Danny works with the Murphy's on timing and counter moves, really putting both through their paces. After they finish up, the Murphy's slap Danny on the back and head off. Danny just watches them leave smiling, but as soon as they are out of sight, his smile changes and he starts rubbing first his knee, and then shoulder. He then dumps a bottle of water over his head and heads to the showers.
The scene cuts away, and when it cuts back we see Danny and Victor who is limping on his cane heading towards a fan meet and great. For the next several hours we watch as Danny poses for photos, signs anything and everything he can while never once losing his smile. About halfway through, a production assistant shows up asking for Victor to come to a meeting with GM Nate. Victor looks to Danny who motions him away. After some more time passes, the staff calls for the session to end, but a large group of fans remains. Dann refuses to leave and stays until every fan has some kind of memento to remember him by. Once all the fans have left, Danny treatst the staff that stayed to a meal, before heading back to the arena.
In the taxi back, Danny's smile fades and we see him gingerly rubbing the fresh stitches above his head. Once he gets back to the arena however, he hides his pain with another smile and heads back towards the destroyatorium, making sure he takes time to stop and greet every member of the staff he comes across. He even takes the time to help set up some backstage segment sets and takes a moment to help Bill and Ellie pull Justin down from being caught up in some set lighting. When Danny finally makes it back to the Destroyatorium, it's late and everyone else is asleep.
We can see that Danny is exhausted and has put ice packs on his shoulder and knee. As he heads towards his room, he notices the light shining out of Victors room. As Danny passes by, he glances in and sees Victor sitting in a chair staring at a picture of Alexis. Danny looks over to his bedroom longingly, then back to his friend. He smiles slightly and then walks into the room, and gently lays a hand on Victors shoulder. Victor looks up at him saddly, and Danny walks across the room and grabs a bottle of brandy and two glasses, and then gently shuts the door in the INC's face as we
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 15, 2014 9:15:27 GMT -5
*It's morning in the Destroyitarium. The Murphy's are sitting in a booth, drinking coffee and watching a tablet propped up between them. Victor hobbles over and sits across from them.*
DVD: I know I never have to tell you guys to hit the gym, but I'm pleasantly surprised to see you scouting opponents without a reminder from me or Danny.
DK: Well, these aren't just any opponents, Vic.
DVD: True, but if I can make a suggestion, I see Moose and LD coming out to the ring here. Nothing wrong with checking that out, but you might want to concentrate on matches with Moose and Chloe teaming.
Dee: Oh, we've scouted them a lot already. Watching this match is more like a reward for our work.
*She turns up the sound, so we can hear the ring announcer, speaking first in Japanese and then in English*
Announcer: ...and their opponents, from parts unknown, weight unknown, Empty Team!!!
*INC has gotten a closeup, and we see Empty Team coming out to the ring as the crowd goes berserk. Meanwhile Danny Taylor has wandered over, and as they show a closeup of "Jack of the Hinterlands" he smiles. However, when he hears the announcer stating that this was a Taipei Fence Match, his smile fades.*
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