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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:55:20 GMT -5
OOWF Blood on the Walls II PPV Live! From Chevy Chase, Maryland April 27, 2014
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match Christian Carter vs. Mai Muyo
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match Alexis Darling vs. Firewoman
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match Banned From Everywhere vs. IHOP
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match Ecosystem vs. Miranda Williams
Best of Five Series – Match Five – There Must be a Winner Alexander Darling vs. Danny Taylor
Submission Match LD Williams vs. Tommy Wilder
Winner Gets an OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match Ghosthead vs. Stan Fulton
Texpress vs. Suicide Kings Saints of Sinners vs. Murphy’s Law Stank vs. Power Chris Evans vs. Rory Albright vs. Shane Tuska
Card subject to Chevy Chase Maryland remembering what happened the last time we were in Chevy Chase, Maryland
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:55:40 GMT -5
Shane Tuska appears on the screen, sweat drenched and fatigued. He's slightly hunched, his head hanging as he slowly makes his way through the locker room. A TV monitor displays the newly announced lineup for the Blood On The Walls pay per view. Tuska pauses and ponders the screen for a moment, his face expressionless. Chris Evans suddenly appears, his lip curled into a sneer. He and Tuska lock eyes for a moment. Neither Tuska's posture nor his demeanor change. Evans steps closer, seething.
Evans: You think you stand a chance against me? Me?!
Tuska doesn't move.
Evans: Guys like you--
Evans punctuates his words by pushing Tuska against the wall.
Evans: ..don't belong (he slams Tuska against the wall) in the same ring (he again slams Tuska into the wall) with guys like ME!!
Evans open hand slaps Tuska across the face. Tuska slumps to the floor, making no motion to defend himself. Evans stands over him, his face the picture of contempt. He shakes his head and storms out, as other wrestlers and officials survey the scene, seemingly put off by the one sided affair. Tuska is on his knees, motionless. The camera pans back, and Rory Albright and Carrie Weiss are seen among the onlookers. Albright has just the slightest smirk on his face, but his eyes show at least some concern. Carrie whispers something in his ear and Albright nods. They eye the slumped figure of Tuska for just a moment more before exiting the locker room area.
Tuska doesn't move as the camera closes in on his face and fades to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:56:05 GMT -5
(Sunny Hamid and one of the bodyguards makes her way to GM Nate's office to see the lineup. She shivers and heads back to Medical. She walks in and closes the door. We hear a howl and a disturbance, and Edra Neal comes out of the door. She is still bloodied and seems to be holding the frame to stand. She sees an interviewer and grabs her. She stops at various points in the interview and grabs her head, but keeps talking.)
Alexis Darling, I should have expected that from you. I always knew you were no good. Day after day, week after week, you continue to prove that you are a cheating, lying, back stabbing, nothing happening, egg sucking dawg. You start sticking your nose in my business and I promise you that I will end you. Bet on it.
And Firewoman, as much as I don't like your husband, I was out there trying to help him. Where were you? What, the mere appearance of my sister and you're gone? Do you think I'd let someone...anyone...stand between me and my Sunny if someone was attacking her? I wouldn't care if it was the entire Saints of Sinners, the Kings, Ghosthead or the Devil himself. No one would stop me. I would get her back. Or die trying.
And Lucas Mann. I was going to come out and express my sympathy on the loss of your nephew. But I see you continue to fight with the honor of your family. (Power spits on the floor) Family honor. Stank, I respected you. As a member of the Saints of Sinners, I enjoyed learning from you. When I faced you in the ring, you were shocked that I was able to Suplex you. I am stronger. I am 250 pounds of solid steel and muscle. You wanna side with my crazy sister? I warned you all before. You won't like me when I 'm angry. And Stank, believe me, I'm angry. I'll march right through you like Grant through Richmond, and when it's all over with...
(Sunny tries to interrupt her but Power pushes her back. The bodyguards come and grab Power.)
...when it's all over with, Stank, I'll leave YOU lying in the middle of the ring. Bet on it. Sucker.
(The bodyguards forcefully remove Power, still bleeding, back to medical. Sunny picks herself up, dusts herself off, and calmly walks back to medical...smiling? The cameras fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:56:42 GMT -5
Reisterstown Maryland Arena – Indie House Show –
Local heel Thomas Clarence Morton, Esq. vs. Tommy Wilder is joined in progress…
The match so far has been Morton's strength and size vs. Wilder's speed, and while the OOWF Extreme Specialist has been one step ahead for much of the match, Morton has gotten his shots in…
Morton once again takes a shortcut, going to Wilder's eyes on the lock up, and then delivering a series of vicious short arm clotheslines. Hey hoists Wilder up to go for his finisher "The Settlement" (DVD), but Wilder counters with a series of knee to the head and slides off of the former corporate lawyer's back – CRASH AND BURN sends Morton into the turn buckles – as Morton gets to his feet, Wilder to the opposite corner… CAFFIENE RUSH! Wilder bulldogs Morton into the middle of the ring – senton! Off the ropes – Running Senton! And another! Shooting star splash! Front Flip Legdrop! Standing Moonsault! Running elbow drop! Springboard off the ropes - STOMP the LANDING! Springboard roaring elbow drop!
MAKE IT STOP!!!!
Wilder suddenly spins to his feet and locks in The Buzz Kill! Morton is tapping like a frat boy at the start of a keg party! WILDER WINS!
Wilder celebrates for a moment, then asks for the mike -
TW: Thanks everyone! Wooooo! What a rush, baby! That was a blast! However, I got something else on my mind. Something a bit more serious. LD Williams.
(Boos from the crowd)
TW: Hang on, hang on. Look, I've said it before. LD is a top notch competitor. One of the best the OOWF has ever seen. Don't care much for most of his running buds, and I don't get why he needs to do some of the stuff he does, but hey – we gotta create our own Karma, right?
LD, fact of the matter is, I do respect your abilities. That is what has forced me to the next level the last few weeks. You have forced me to the next level. You don't respect me? Cool - I really don't care, man.
I've already shown what I needed to learn. The fans get it, other wrestlers in the back know it, and most importantly LD – I KNOW IT.
I Can Hang With the Great LD Williams.
In a straight up wrestling match. In a no DQ match. In a fight in the hallway.
And this weekend – (points to where TC Morton tapped out) – I'll show everyone that I can go with you in a submission match.
I'll show Carter. Alexis Darling. Ecosystem.
Hell, I might even show YOU.
Get ready dude.
We're gonna get WILD, submission-style.
(Wilder tosses the mike to the ref, backs up to the ropes, throws up double "Rock on" horns, then "gun to the head" as he back flips off the ropes to the floor and heads up the ramp – And Iggy and the Stooges "Search and Destroy" blares over the speakers…)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:57:10 GMT -5
Firewoman is at a medical facility of some sort, next to where Alexander is laying. She's moved the comfy chairs from the lobby in there and made a little bed for herself.
Nurse: Ma'am those are lobby chairs and they need to be--
Fire stops her with a look. She's a smart nurse and leaves. Alexander opens his eyes and looks.
AD: Why are you still here? I told you to go back and get some sleep.
FW: Can't.
AD: Geez, you even have the whole bed to yourself, no one accidentally touching you, to set you off--
FW: You know I'm okay with that now. I haven't sleep-punched you for weeks.
AD: *smiling a little, but he's in a lot of pain* Yes...been kind of nice.
FW: Yes, well, now I find that I CAN'T sleep if....
AD: hehehe...can't say it, can you...
FW: Alex...I'm sorry I wasn't there...I was so focused on Alexis that I didn't even hear what was going on and by the time I got to the gorilla position it was all over.
AD: It's okay...
FW: It's not...I lost focus...I let her get to me....I got that tunnel vision seeing red black out thing Dr. Sid and I have been working against....
AD: Did you call him?
FW: Um....yes......left a message.
AD: How long is his vacation going to ask? Maybe he should come back if--
FW: No, no...let him rest up....like you should be doing. No more talking.
AD: Did you win?
FW: Kind of....
AD: Kind of?
FW: If I tell you will you shut up and rest?
AD: ...Maybe.
FW: *exasperated sigh* Fine. I had her beat and then Carter came and carried her off, so I won by count out.
AD: Carried her? Why? Is she okay?
FW: I really don't give a damn if she is, and neither should you.
AD: If it was you and Moose...well...never mind. You two would try to kill each other.
FW: Enough talking. You promised.
AD: I lied.
FW: That's my line.
Fire adjusts his pillow for him and he sees the bruises and scrapes on her neck from where Alexis had the chain.
AD: Jeezus....did Carter do that?
FW: ...........Yes. Now shush.
AD: I will kill--
FW: Not if you don't REST. Don't make me sedate you myself.
AD: You don't like needl--
FW: I won't use a needle. Now hush.
Alex tries to think of something smart ass to say, but can't, and he starts to drift off. Fire stares at him to make sure he's actually resting and then she settles back down in the chairs. Her phone goes off and she checks the text. The INC zooms in we see it's from Lucky.
"Firewoman v. Alexis Darling...for the IC"
Fire settles back in the chairs and smiles.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 9:58:42 GMT -5
Christian Carter, OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, sits with the Kings in their lockeroom after the show, and in walks GM Nate Corbitt...
CC: Our beloved GM, what can we do for you?
Nate looks at Carter
GMN: Well, thanks to your stupid actions Mr. Carter, my show was somewhat ruined...
CC: I have no idea what your talking about...We made the show, like we always do.
JR: Yeah, your gonna love those ratings yo!
GMN: Well, I am going to love the ratings for Blood on the Wall, because you and Allen will once again take on Texpress...and believe me, they are looking forward to kicking your asses again...
JA: What did you say asshole? Do you want us to kick your ass...
Carter looks at Allen, and gets up...
CC: Now easy there Jason, Mr. Corbitt knows he's in the spiders web...So you give them Texpress again, that's fine...now that your done, I suggest you leave...
Nate looks at him and smiles...
GMN: Well, if I was done, but there are a few more things you need to know about Sunday...including you Alexis...
Alexis Darling looks at Nate...
AD: And what would that be?
GMN: Well, seeing that you decided to get yourself counted out tonight, it's only fair that Firewoman gets another shot at you, so this time, it will be you and Firewoman again...
AD: Fine, I have no problem kicking my sister in law's ass again...
GMN: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, it's going to be for your Intercontinental Championship...
AD: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! ONLY I CAN!
Carter steps in between Alexis and Nate before she does something stupid...
CC: Do you have a death wish Nathan? Ms. Darling here is already in a pissed off mood, this will make it worse...We will not agree to this...
GMN: Mr. Carter, I'm afraid you have no choice...And if you or any King gets involved in the match, I will have the IC title stripped from Ms. Darling, and award it to Firewoman.
Carter looks at him, furious...he gets right in his face, but then realizes that he's about to lose control and backs off...
GMN: Now if you'll excuse me, I have some other things to take care of. Nate turns to walk to the door...Carter turns to look at Lexi who is fuming...before he could say something Nate speaks again, turning back to Carter.
GMN: I almost forgot Mr. Carter, about you...
CC: What about me?
GMN: Well, seeing that you are my current champion, and your request to fight Alexander Darling was declined, thanks to your queen, that we were trying to come up with a contender to face you...unfortunately, we weren't able to come up with anyone...
CC: Hey, I'll take the night off...
GMN: Now, you didn't let me finish...we weren't able to come up with anyone, until now...you will defend your World Heavyweight Championship against the woman that you beat for Ms. Darling's IC Championship...Mai Muyo...and believe me, she is wanting to pay you back for the farce you put on after that match. Now, I really must be letting your opponents know, have a good night...
Nate walks out of the Kings lockeroom, as Carter looks at Lexi...She is still fuming, but then she see's Carter smiling...she seems to calm down and starts to smile as well...Jason and Jose look at them confused...
JA: I don't know what they think is funny...they're stacking the deck against us...
JR: Yeah, what's so funny?
Alexis looks at them...
AD: Just think about it...it falls right into our plan....
Camera Fades...
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 10:00:27 GMT -5
(The scene: A house show in Mount Airy, MD. Murder Inc has just slaughtered two poor unfortunate local jobbers, and as they all exit the ring the soothing strains of Dethklok emerge from the speakers and Murder Inc flees through the crowd. Out of the curtains first is Chloe, who leads Moosehead Jack (who for some reason has a big smile on his face), Stan Fulton, LD Williams, and Stank to the ring. The four men enter the ring as Chloe skips around the outside smiling and waving to the fans as if their boos were cheers. Chloe stops at the ringside table and takes the microphone and rolls into the ring.)LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, May I have your attention...SHUT THE HELL UP! (Crowd boos) For those of you who are not aware, my name is Chloe Neal. I am the martyr, the enforcer, and the lovely spokesmodel of the most dominant stable ever in the OOWF if not in ALL of professional wrestling, the Saints of Sinners! (More boos) Thank you, thank you so much. The men behind me have held Championship Gold in this company for a combined Three Thousand, Five Hundred, and Nine Days. More than Nine and a Half Years. You are looking at dominance. You are looking at excellence. You are looking at the Saints of Sinners! Thank You! (More boos as Chloe skips over to Moose) This is the man who believes in me, believes in my abilities inside and outside of the ring. Together at Blood on the Walls 2 live from Chevy Chase Maryland, we will perform a mercy killing. We will put Murphy's Law out of their misery. Last time I took the drunken Irish sots too lightly. Sunday we will eliminate them permanently, and they can go back to bartending. (More boos as Chloe skips over to Fulton) This man was one of the first to see me before I came to the OOWF. He knew what I was capable of, and he now is freed from the phoney robes of a holy man to be the beast he has always been. The Crusher! (More boos) This man faces Ghosthead for another shot at the World Championship. Last time he got a shot, it was tainted. This time Stan Fulton will not fail. He will win, and go on to be the World Heavyweight Champion! (More boos as Fulton smiles and nods his head and Chloe skips over to LD) Almost three and a half years of Championship Gold. And some skater punk thinks he can deride this man. LD Williams isn't a man to be trifled with. And in a submission match? Really Wilder? You're crazier than I thought. LD Williams will BREAK YOU, Boy! (More boos as Chloe skips over to Stank.) You know, Mr Mann, right now you're my favorite Saint. You know why? Because you left my sister in a bloody heap in a mass of splintered wood after your match at Mayhem. It made me....happy...and more. Now you get her one on one in Chevy Chase. Just do one thing for me, Mr Mann. Hurt her. Injure her. Break her spirit. Break her mind. Break her body. BREAK HER! (Stank nods as there are more boos and Chloe skips to the front) There is a friend that all these men have...and that I believe is a disgrace to her name. She knows who she is. And I want to apologize now to each of these men, particularly you, Mr Williams, for what she has forced me to do. It starts now. Open season on all of her friends. (turns to the Saints) Not to you gentlemen...yet. There are other, better examples. (Turns back to the crowd) Just remember, little Lisa, their blood is on your hands. Every drop. Trust me. (The music starts up again as Chloe skips around and LD has words with Moose as the camera fades.)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 10:01:23 GMT -5
~~~ Chad & Zane stand in front of the OOWF Banner in full regalia. Tony Llama Boots, Wrangler Jeans , Custom Lone Star Flag Pearl Snap Shirts & white Stetson Western Hats. They take simultaneous drinks from their Aquafina Bottles & face the camera. ~~~
Zane: Jason Allen, Jose Reyna. The time has come.
Chad: You say this is "Your World?" The time has come to prove it.
Zane: You see, we've seen your kind before. Cocky, egotistical, dangerously overconfident. So sure you're about to put us in our place.
Chad: The difference is.. we are still here. Where are the rest of them? Where are The Defenestrators? Where are Capellan & Viper? Where are Weapon X? The Midnight Sons? The ChickenCrap Heels? World's Greatest @#!*% Team? Fear Us? Gods & Monsters? Team TEaM? Poe & Stank? Valor? The Flyin' Hawaii'ans? The Brass Knuckle Kings? Regicide? Shall I go on? Need I go on?
Zane: I'll tell you where they are... they are gone, done, no longer a team, no longer relevant. They are just a footnote in the annals of the OOWF. They were all very talented wrestlers, many of them former Tag Team Champions multiple times.
Chad: The difference between all of those teams and Texpress.... We Are Still Here. We aren't sitting back on our laurels, collecting royalty checks & hawking "Best of" DVDs. We Are Still Here.. Week after week, city after city, night after night, proving that we are still The Measuring Sticks.
Zane: So come Sunday night in Chevy Chase, Maryland (Huuuuuuuge Cheap pop) We will find out whether the Suicide Kings Measure Up..... or if they will fade into oblivion like every other team out there who thought it would be a good idea to Mess With The Bull
~~~ They toss their empty Aquafina bottles into the nearby recycling bin. Chad flashes the Horns sign as we fade...
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 15:17:31 GMT -5
**Miranda Williams is sitting alone in a both at Ric's when a ninjacam approaches. She doesn't acknowledge it and continues to stare into her coffee as she speaks.**
"Being L.D. Williams' daughter has its advantages around here, but it has a cost too. My friends aren't entirely sure whether to trust me - and who can blame them? My enemies...well I can't really make those. There are too many people around here who'd love to use me as an excuse to question my father's loyalties or drag him into a war. So, I focus on winning match to match, and ignore the long term - vengance, payback, righting past wrongs."
There are, however, exceptions to every rule. Case in point, Junichiro Muyo - Ecosystem. Mr Muyo, I've been watching you since I was nine years old. I watched you become a hero. I watched you become a comedian. I watched become a madman and struggle to recover. I've cheered for you, and I've cheered for others to hurt you. The biggest fight my father and I ever had was over why he didn't end you for what you did to Firewoman.
Water under the bridge...none of my concern.
Then again, my grandmother taught me to forgive and remember. Trust me Mr. Muyo...I remember.
Sunday night, we meet for the Onslaught Championship. It might just be another match - may the best wrestler win - or, you might decide to let your sadistic side out to play. Not to spoil the surprise, but I kind of hope you do. I may be young, Mr. Muyo, but I'm no saint - <chuckles> - in any sense of the word. If you were to push me...well, there's a lot of pent up agression from the things I can't do, and if it were to spill out in your direction...I'm pretty sure Daddy would approve.
See you Sunday Mr. Muyo. I've been waiting a long time for this."
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 15:18:09 GMT -5
The house show at Mount Airy, MD is again the scene, as the camera fades in on the ring, where a match has just started. Shane Tuska is taking on The Maryland Mauler, a grizzled local veteran. After the two combatants lock up, the Mauler forces Tuska to the corner, utilizing his decided weight advantage. The referee steps in to force a clean break, but the Mauler thumbs Tuska's eye. Heat from the crowd as the Mauler grabs the top rope and curses the fans in the front row.
Meanwhile, Tuska shakes it off and snarls, a rare expression of emotion from the quiet newcomer. As the Mauler turns to face him, Tuska lands a superkick with deadly speed and precision. The Mauler rocks back and hits the ropes. He stumbles forward to Tuska, who immediately leaps into his high knee lift/back elbow smash combo, the SILENCER. Nice pop from the crowd as the Mauler crumples to the mat, as they know the match is over as quickly as it started. Tuska's face shows rage for just a moment more, and he drops his to knees. He covers his ears and takes a deep breath. Mixed reaction from the crowd as Tuska then slowly covers the Mauler for the pin.
Tuska slides under the bottom rope as soon as the ref counts 3, not worrying with getting his arm raised or playing to the crowd. He silently and deliberately makes his way up the ramp, when suddenly Chris Evans appears from the back dressed in his street clothes. The crowd shrieks with surprise as Evans nails Tuska with a running clothesline. Major heat as Evans begins stomping and kicking Tuska. After a good many stiff shots, Evans begins yelling and berating his prey, when suddenly Rory Albright charges in!
Albright, decked out in his ring gear in preparation for a match later on the card, lands a few quick rights and lefts and forces Evans down the ramp toward the ring. Great face pop for Albright as he lands a kick to Evans' midsection. Officials and backstage personnel fill the ring area, breaking up the fray. Evans and Albright are jawing at each other, both in a frenzy.
Evans: You and that sick freak up there are finished!
Albright: Yeah right, chump! This ain't over! Not by a long shot!
The camera turns and fixes on Tuska, on his knees at the top of the ramp. There is a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. He's breathing heavily but expressionless. The camera zooms in extremely tight on Tuska's face. From behind the hair hanging near his face, his eyes can be seen, fixed on the ring area. The audio shifts slightly to catch a single utterance from his mouth over the noise of the crowd, his voice like sandpaper...
Tuska: Evans.
Without taking his eyes off the brawl that's now been broken up near the ring, Tuska quickly leaps to his feet. He backs through the curtain as the scene fades to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2014 15:27:09 GMT -5
FADE in on an empty Saints locker room. Sitting wrapping his hands is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He looks up as the camera comes on. He nods and goes back to what he was doing.
“It’s now been four months since I held one of the tag team belts. It’s been two years since I held a singles title. It’s been too long.
“Now I told the booking committee they had less than four weeks to make my matches mean something. I truly thought they would see the light and give me a shot at the OOWF Onslaught Championship that is currently held by my former tag team partner Ecosystem. For you see, I have issues with my good friend Junichiro.
“But this Sunday night I have an opportunity for a different opportunity. Ghosthead, you of course have my deepest condolences. If there’s anything you or your family need, please do not hesitate to contact my company. Martha will set up whatever you require. As I consider the Saints of Sinners my family now, you are part of that extended family.
“Having said that, I intend to walk out of this God-forsaken hell hole that is Chevy Chase, Maryland, as the Number One Contender for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. You, G-H, stand in that path. I don’t begrudge you the same opportunity I am after. And I know that you will go into the match with the same thought I have: ‘I will win this match.’
“But that will not be the case. For you see, Jared, this is my last chance. If this fails my wrestling career is, for all intents and purposes, over. Now, as I've said before, I've come to terms with that and if that is the case I have much to fall back on.
“I am not ready to retire.
“Win or lose, you have my respect, Ghosthead. I’d wish you luck, but neither of us need it. You will lose Sunday night. I will go on to face the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. Either Mai or Carter. Either one’s fine with me.”
Fulton stands
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton shoves his hand into the camera lens as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 14:58:48 GMT -5
As the house show in Mt. Airy, MD is almost over, the Main Event see's the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Christian Carter defending his title against former PHWF World Champion Dillon Walker...IC Champion Alexis Darling is at ringside, watching her man on, as it has been a back and fourth match, with both men getting near falls...
Carter gets whipped into a corner...he comes out slowly as Walker looks to give Carter a Superkick...Carter ducks out of the way and Dillon nails referee Robbie McCann by accident. McCann goes down, and Walker can't believe it...Walker turns to check on McCann, as Alexis tosses in Carter's title. Walker starts to revive McCann who slowly starts to come...
Walker turns, and turns right into Carter crushing his skull with the world title. Walker goes down, Carter tosses the title back to Alexis who acts like nothing just happened, and McCann starts to get to his knees...Carter picks up Walker, and connects with the Final Testimony, as the MD crowd boo's...Carter goes for the pin, and McCann makes the slow count...1...2...3...
Carter celebrates the win like he just won the title again. He notices McCann and grabs him...tosses him out of the ring, and him and Alexis start to lay it into Walker who is just out of it. Suddenly the crowd buzzes as Mai Muyo comes running down, but she is met by Jason Allen and Jose Reyna before she could get into the ring. They slide her into the ring, only for her to get a Final Testimony...
Carter grabs a mic, and starts to talk...
CC: Mai...(panting)...when yo wake up...(panting)...I want you to realize one thing...(panting)...God isn't going to help you this Sunday...(panting)...you Jesus freaks need to realize that the only god you should be worshiping is me...and I'm going to steal a line here when I say...(panting)...I am a wrestling god...and no one is going to stop me from keeping this title...
He pauses for a second and starts up again...
CC: As for you Nathan Corbitt...you want to try and stack the deck against us...putting my Lexi into the ring with Lisa Quinn, banning us from ringside? Put the Kings against Texpress? Then you want to go and put me in this match against this slant eyed Jesus freak...and then and go put Stan Fulton and Jared Mann in a #1 Contender's match? When are you going to realize Corbitt, that you are looking at the best thing you have in this company? We should be working together to make this company even greater...but all I see is you wanting to get rid of me and the rest of the Kings...and that is going to be your greatest blunder as the GM of OOWF...
He pauses again...
Jason and Jose, yeah, they have fallen off the radar in the tag titles for a bit, but a nice win against Texpress this Sunday, and they should get a shot at Banned from Everywhere...I mean those hicks as champions only have made it the laughing stock of this company...those titles should be held with sophistication, and respected...Something myself and Lexi here hold with our titles...hell even Juni has some respect for his Onslaught title...
Then you have Lisa Quinn, the Firewoman...who has been hell bent on trying to make my Lexi's life a living hell, ever since she married Alexander...Fire, can't you see, all of this that we did...all the lies and back turning...all of it was YOUR fault...you have had the opportunity to make things right, and now your going to pay the price, when Lexi beats you from an inch of your life this Sunday...
Mai slowly starts to stir, only with Alexis picking her up and connecting with the Air Raid Crash...Mai is out, and Carter gets to her, bends down and starts to talk to her as she lay unconscious...
CC: As for you Mai...you should be annoyed at what Nathan Corbitt has done...he is going to put you with me, and I am going to end your god forsaken career...when you wake up, I hope you remember this and remember it good...you are going to bleed...and I'm going to make you wish you were with your god...I am going to decimate you, because you and the rest of this roster is no match for the Kings...
As that is being said, out runs Firewoman, Alexander Darling, Texpress and Miranda Williams...Carter motions for the Kings to retreat through the crowd, as Fire and Miranda look to Mai, and Alex, Chad and Zane stare at the Kings....Camera fades...
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 14:59:04 GMT -5
(Earlier in the Mt Airy house show, Bishop Blaize comes out for an unscheduled match. He responds to the cheers of the fans, and he stands in his corner bouncing back and forth on his heels...when)(...and out comes Chloe Neal, DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal title around her waist. She raises her Branding Iron and casted hand high in the air. She skips down to ringside with a broad smile on her face. Blaise gives a McMahon-level gulp as she realizes what kind of trouble he's in. He worries more when he realizes that the referee for this match is none other than Ben Coleman. Chloe hands the belt to Coleman, Coleman calls for the bell and Chloe charges with fists and casts flying. Chloe throws Blaize into the ropes and throws that casted hand right into Blaize's face. Blaize is out. Chloe picks him up... CORKSCREW! Chloe...rolls out of the ring? She grabs the microphone and screams, pacing back and forth... )“Fire! Power! Lisa! Edra! This is ALL! YOUR! FAULT!” (Chloe rolls back into the ring with the microphone, drops it on the mat, then begins pounding away on Blaize's shoulder. Coleman is making only a half hearted attempt to make Chloe stop. Chloe grabs onto Blaise's arm and cranks it into a LONDON DUNGEON! She keeps pounding on that shoulder and there is a loud sickening pop, and Blaize begins pounding on the mat. Coleman gets down in Blaize's face and asks him if he wants to give up. We hear Blaize scream YES! Coleman takes his time getting up off the mat and walking over to the timekeeper to call for the bell. )(Coleman leisurely walks over to Chloe and takes his time before asking her to release the hold. Medical is out to look over Blaise who has that arm held at an unnatural angle.) (Coleman raises Chloe's hand and puts the belt around Chloe's waist as Chloe picks up the microphone.)I hate little Alexis Darling. But we agree on one solid thing. The artist formerly known as Firewoman is not in our class. Not. At. All. Edra, keep up your good girl act. You are not at all capable. You will burn. And from the fire you will be reborn...you will... (H-Blockx The Power pours from the speaker and the fans all come alive as Power comes down the ramp to confront her sister. Chloe drops the mike and exits through the crowd. Power rolls into the ring and checks on Blaize, then grabs the microphone.)Chloe! Just like you to call me out and then take off running. You are going to regret ever starting all of this. You know that for some reason the Board wants to keep the two of us apart. And yet here you are, pick pick pick...lemme tell you, brat, your days are numbered. Bet on it. Fire! We need to talk to get this thing settled. Call me. Chloe needs to be stopped, and you're the only one in a position to make it happen. And Stank. Stank stank stank Stank STANK! This has to stop. Big man standing up for the little brat...well guess what, Lucas. You may be the bigger man, but I'm the badder woman. Win or lose Sunday night, know this. You'll know you've been in the fight of your life. Bet on it. Sucka! (Power checks on Blaize again as she rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, where Sunny and the bodyguards are waiting. Sunny has an upset look on her face as the cameras fade.)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 14:59:59 GMT -5
*The Murphy's are being interviewed by Scheme Gene*
SG: Last time you faced the Saints of Sinners it was a tough match but you came out victorious. Any predictions for Sunday night?
DK: Well, Gene, we did look at that match again, we've been training and working on a few things, of course we won't take them lightly but we will be confident...
Dee: All that's true but not what's most important.
SG: What is most important?
Dee: After what happened to Danny at South of the Border, it's going to be payback time. We are going to make Jack of the Hinterlands proud.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:00:20 GMT -5
**Moosehead Jack and Chloe are in the Saints' locker room, Moose drinking, and Chloe polishing her weapons. L.D. Williams enters the room and stares at them for a long moment.**
LDW: "We need to talk."
MHJ: "Figured this was coming."
**Williams paces the room and hesitates several times before he speaks.**
LDW: "Chloe, I think going after Firewoman is a mistake. You know that. But, it's your prerogative. Now you're talking about targeting Miranda, which is an even bigger mistake."
C: "I said I was sorry Mr. Williams, and I am. Some things just have to be done."
LDW: "Yes,they do. In fact, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, so let me tell you how it's going to go. If you attack my daughter outside of a wrestling match...I won't interfere."
MHJ: "You won't?"
C: "Really?"
LDW: "On two conditions. One, whatever you do, it's you. No Draculs, no Moose, just you."
C: "Okay."
LDW: "Two, it goes both ways. I won't stop you, but I - and if I have anything to say about it, the rest of the Saints - won't help you if it goes wrong or if she retaliates."
C: "Somehow, I don't think that's going to be a problem."
LDW: "Of course you don't. Like everyone else, you think that her being my daughter stops with how protective I might be. Nobody considers what being my child means for how she was raised, what she might be capable of."
MHJ: "She's your kid. Of course she's talented."
LDW: "It's not about talent Jack. You know her grandmother. You know who her mother's family is. When she was little she wanted to walk to school on her own - like a normal kid. We told her she had to be able to protect herself. As soon as she could disable her bodyguard, she wouldn't need him." <chuckles>
MHJ: "How long did it take?"
LDW: "Six months. She was seven. You do what you have to Chloe, just know that Miranda will do the same."
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:01:18 GMT -5
*The Destroyitarium is loud on Saturday night, but the Murphys are in a booth in a back corner ignoring the crowd*
DK: I just don't know...
Dee: You saw what happened to Danny, to Alex!
DK: I feel the same way you do, but, I never wanted to do it this way.
Dee: I grew up hearing our grandfather talking about the same stories about boxing you did, about fair play, about respecting referees. I know Dad broke into the business when things were different. But times have changed, Dom!
DK: I know.
Dee: I'm not saying we have to go there in the match, but we should be ready.
DK: Alright, I'll give it a try.
*Daniella Murphy's eyes roll up, and, like her father Outback Jack, she looks like his alter ego Jack of the Hinterlands. DK Murphy takes a shot of Jamesons, and does the same*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:02:08 GMT -5
*The Mann Brothers, Stank and Ghosthead arrive by limo to the arena (It's hard for me to write "arena" since I live like 20 minutes from Chevy Chase and know that there is by no means an arena there... but that hasn't stopped us from making up one in other towns... uh.... the largest conceivable venue is perhaps the Chevy Chase pavilion which has a lot of retail inside it, but I can imagine a large crowd standing around overhead looking down at a wrestling ring and watching-*
Stank - Yo!
*WHAT??*
Stank - You are over thinking this man! Just get on with the promo!
*The nearest arena is in DC! We're about 25 minutes north of that in Chevy Chas-*
Stank - No one gives a shit! Move it along!
*Fine! The Mann Brothers arrive by limo from Baltimore Washington International Airport after a two day trip in Atlanta to see their mother. Stank exits the limo and is immediately accosted by SFJ#17. You happy??*
SFJ#17 - Stank, Power has had some choice words for you.
Stank - Yeah I heard.
SFJ#17 - Do you have a response?
Stank - No. Not really.
SFJ#17 - She says she's a bad woman and that after your match this Sunday you will know you have been in a fight.
Stank - So?
SFJ#17 - So... what do you think?
Stank - Look... I'm sure she'll give it her best. She's strong. *Shrugs*
SFJ#17 -
Stank - What else do you want me to say? I mean what does a guy like me say to someone like her? How about this... ask her if she knows she was in a fight this past Mayhem? Ask her that. Does she remember me smashing a steel chair on top of her dome? Does she remember the blood running down her face? Does she remember me putting her through a table? I mean... I did that... and it wasn't even personal. Not for me. To me that was just a Wednesday. Yeah it so happens to have made her twin sister very happy and I was glad to do it, but truth is... I would have done that anyway because... I do shit like that. Look I'm not underestimating Power, they don't call her that for nothing. At the same time, I'm not intimidated.
She should be though.
Yeah... that's it.
*Stank walks away through a mass of cameramen and enters the arena. The crew hang back and wait for Ghosthead to exit which he does eventually, sans makeup and wearing mirrored Shades. SFJ#17 approaches him.*
SFJ#17 - Ghosthead, Stan Fulton-
Ghost - I saw Stan Fulton's promo.
SFJ#17 - Any Comments?
Ghost - I understand Stan Fulton's position. I can see why he says he is going to defeat me. It is unfortunate that he has put so much more than a number one contendership on the line in our match at Blood on the Walls 2 because I admire the competitor in Stan Fulton. It would be regrettable to cut his career short, however I will not be denied the exacting of my wrath against the usurper Christian Carter and his whelps... and should Carter not escape with the title, I will not be denied taking the OOWF World Championship from Mai Muyo.
Stan Fulton is confident, perhaps... certain even, but he is also mistaken. If he walks into Blood on the Walls 2 secure in the belief that he is going to defeat me... he has already lost. The last time he and I battled I gave him everything I had and was defeated, yes. At Blood on the Walls 2 I know I must bring him more... more than everything. This time... this time I carry with me... more... I will bring it with me to Blood on the Walls... I will bring it to Stan Fulton... Then he too will know, just like everyone else... The Death Knell tolls for thee.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:03:27 GMT -5
GM Nate is SITTING~! in his office when Firewoman barges in.
GMtN: You know, maybe I’ll just get that door removed. No one appears to use it anyway. Of course, maybe I’ll just wait and one of you will rip it off the hinges so I won’t need to place a work order.
FW: …. Are you done?
GMtN: Sure….what do you—
FW: My match against Alexis…I want it to be no DQ.
Nate throws his pen down on his desk in frustration.
GMtN: You know….Rick told me how demanding you guys were….”I don’t want to wrestle this person.” “I want to wrestle these people in this order.” “I want this match.” “I don’t want a title match.” “I do want a title match.”
FW: …
GMtN: …
FW: Nate…who am I?
GMtN: Firewoman?
FW: ….
GMtN: Fine. Grandslam Six Pack Champion Firewoman, first ballot Hall of Fa--
FW: Yes, but that’s not what I meant. I’m one of your most popular wrestlers, I put asses in the seats, I sell more merchandise than—
GMtN: Yes, yes…
FW: And if my long term plan goes the way I want it, I’ll be sitting where you are someday. Unless of course, you piss me off and I take one of the very generous offers from certain other companies. Then the board will fire you for losing one of their most popular wrestlers, and –
GMtN: Fire, I can’t make it no DQ….I already said that the Kings were banned from ringside. I can’t change that…
FW: Are you the GM?
GMtN: I feel like that might be a trick question.
FW: ….
GMtN: Fine. You got it. Whatever.
Fire removes the garrote she from her pocket as she rubs her neck. The bruises and scrapes have faded some, but are still visible. She drapes the garrote around her own neck.
FW: Good. I have some payback to take care of.
GMtN: Awesome, now….about Chloe’s demands….you may want to see the list she—
Fire’s earlier bravado disappears, and she almost physically becomes smaller.
FW: It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing she can say or do to make me change my mind. Dr. Freedman has been very clear on this matter. If there’s something that feels….off….I should go with my gut on that.
GMtN: Okay…but don’t you even want to know who—
FW: I have a fairly good idea.
Fire gets up to leave. Nate nods and grabs his pen again.
FW: Oh, and Nate?
GMtN: Yes?
FW: Even if someone ripped off the door, we change locations every four to seven days…You’d just have one for people to ignore at the next place.
Firewoman smirks a little and leaves, as Nate just shakes his head.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:04:20 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is in the hallway of overdue promos when he is approached by SFJ#47.**
SFJ#47: "Given that you've been feuding with Tommy Wilder the past several weeks, you've had surprisingly little to say about him. Why is that?"
LDW: "Why should I say anything? I'm not the one who thinks he has something to prove."
**Williams starts to walk away.**
SFJ#47: "Really? That's it? Wilder's right - you really don't respect him."
LDW: <chuckles> "Respect. Wilder likes to throw that word around, doesn't he? He believes that bending the rules in our matches means I don't consider him a worthy opponent. Do I need to wear a sign that says 'heel'? There's about a decade's worth of evidence that I'm not a nice guy - You'd think he'd be able to figure it out. The thing I don't get, to be honest, is how destroying my car makes him the good guy.
Tommy, tomorrow night I'll use a low blow if I need to. I'll hit you with a chair if I get the chance. I'll do pretty much anything and everything to win. But that doesn't make you special - I do that in every match. To you, this is some big chance to prove yourself, but to me it's just another day at the office. That said, there is no way in hell you will ever make me submit"
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:04:57 GMT -5
(Power is sitting outside the arena. She has a drink shaker in her hand and is enjoying the night. She sees INCy and waves the camera over. She holds up the shaker to the camera.)
The perfect meal. My masters thesis in real life. The correct combination of pure whey protein, enzymes, and amino acids to give me much of my physique. Minus, of course, the energy components that I'll have in my drink before the pay-per-view. (Power sighs) It seems like it was so long ago. All those long nights, those tests, analysis. Then keeping all this away from my sister. She wanted it to be exploited, to be marketed. Nobody else gets this. This is mine.
(Power downs the rest of the drink and holds the shaker.)
This, the focus room, the workouts. It's like I've been preparing for this moment forever. But you're right, Stank. Nothing at all prepares you for a steel chair over the head. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, it hurt. It hurt a lot. See, I know how much pain you're in right now. I know you hurt for your brother, your mother, your family. Hell, I'd feel the same way. In fact, I know better than you think.
The difference is, I expect my sister to resort to that, to bring all her minions and all the weaponry and leave me a bloody mess. But you're talented. You're Stank. You're good. You don't have to do it this way. Hell, bust my arm with a hammerlock, break my leg with a figure four, drop me on my head. But to do what you did, well Stank, you know and I both know you're better than that.
If you feel the kid's not worth your time or effort and you just wanna shortcut it and get a payday, that's on you. But you and I know that's not why you did it. I've seen Chloe do it a million times. She worships you, Moose, the rest of the Saints. She'll get you to do anything she wants. That's her biggest weapon. And her biggest failing.
If busting me in two is what you wanna do, Stank, then bring it. If you wanna take a shortcut or two, go ahead. But in the final analysis I'm better than you remember. My time with Texpress last week, with Mai and Miranda, well, let's just say that I'm more than just a big dumb weightlifter. And tomorrow night you're just gonna find out that there's more to Power than meets the eye. I'm strong, probably stronger than you. I'm fast, no doubt faster than you given your knee problems. And I know that I can not only dish it out, I can take it. Focusing past the pain to let you find out how it feels for once to be on the receiving end of a Powerdriver. Stankbomb, Catch 22, CTG, Stank-U. Bring them all. But I won't lay down. I'm not scared. I know you're Stank, Grand Slam Winner and first round Hall of Famer. But do you know who I am?
(Power pulls in INCy real close)
I'm Edra Neal Cox. I'm Power. I'm doing this the right way, in memory of my father. And I'm hungry. Are you, Stank? Are you?
(Power lets INCy go and stands up to head back to the arena as the cameras fade.)
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:05:52 GMT -5
Firewoman and Tommy Wilder are returning to the OOWF Arena, which was SPECIALLY BUILT for the OOWF and will clearly be disassembled afterwards...anyway, they are on Fire's motorcycle, which has of course been going well above posted speed limits anywhere on the planet. They come in to a screeching halt. Literally. The early morning PAs drop their stuff and hold their ears.
TW: *Getting off motorcycle and removing helmet* WHoooooooooa, now THAT was a rush!
FW: *doing the same* Yeah, I can't believe those curves down that hill. Good find.
TW: I tell you, I am PUMPED~! LD can BRING IT and I'm...oh, sorry.
FW: What for?
TW: Eh, I know he's a friend of yours...which is weird cos he's friends with...you know..."her."
FW: Well two things. First, no one should ever take it easy on anyone in the ring because of who they're friends with, and LD would be the first one to tell you that. Once the bell rings, he isn't going to care that you're friends with me.
TW: Hehehe, true...wait...friends? Us?
FW: Um....I guess, yeah. Friends are who you hang out and do fun stuff with, right?
TW: Yeah, that's usually the ... wait, you sound like you aren't sure about that.
FW: Well...long story, mental stuff....anyway, second...allies and teammates aren't always "friends."
TW: Alright...I'ma hit the shower.
He holds out his fist for a fist bump. Fire smiles and returns it.
FW: I'm going to run with...I dunno, whoever shows up... Stank, Chad...
TW: Not Alex?
FW: Please...he wouldn't get up this early on a bet. Remember--
TW: "Fire kept her helmet on the entire time." Cross my heart.
Wilder leaves and Fire turns to see an SFJ standing there, microphone in hand, ready to go.
FW: Don't you people ever sleep?
SFJ: Don't you?
FW: Touche...okay, what.
SFJ: I noticed you made your match a No DQ.
FW: Yes. Because that gives me more freedom to get even with Alexis for what she's doing to her brother.
SFJ: Aren't you worried about the Kings interfering?
FW: I'm fairly confident they would have been interfering somehow anyway. But if they want to prove that Alexis can beat me on her own, they'll stay away. They don't? Then that just proves my point that she can't do it without help.
SFJ: I see...
FW: We done here?
SFJ: Yes, I guess...
Fire turns to walk away, and then turns back.
FW: Alexis, you may think you can just dismiss your brother, your family with a wave of your hand, and get off scot-free, but you can't. Just because Alex can't or won't do what needs to be done, doesn't mean I won't. I will. Without even blinking or losing a second of sleep over it. Actually, I think it might make me sleep like a baby. And Carter, I don't know what you've done to make Alexis turn her back on us, but believe me when I say it won't go unanswered. As my brother is fond of saying "actions have consequences." Maybe not this week, or next...but eventually. I always get back around to getting my revenge. Always.
Firewoman smirks and walks away.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:08:25 GMT -5
Ecosystem sits in a rocking chair, with an old worn Bible, in the basement of Blessed Sacrament School outside of Chevy Chase, Maryland. He reads aloud to the dolls and figures, turned toward him in a circle, as though they were children.
Eco: “And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.”
Eco closes the Bible, raises his Onslaught Championship to his shoulder, and kisses it.
Eco: “Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne.” Blessings indeed.
Eco rocks in the chair.
Forgive and remember. Forgive and remember. Doesn’t sound so bad to me, Miranda.
See, my dear sister has brought me back to this text. It turns out that forgive and forget is an adage without basis. It draws strength from no tradition. Christ said to forgive your neighbor over and over, to love them fully, but nothing says forget…
Except one verse. One verse. (Eco opens to a bookmark.) The Epistle to the Hebrews, Chapter 8, Verse 12. “For I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more.”
That is God’s standard. God, the same God in this faith that actually had to bear the burden, be the fall guy, suffer for your sins…He will forget your sins in light of your repentance.
But I am not God.
Now, don’t you think that I’m happy with that fact. I hate that I am not God. But I know, really and truly…and perhaps unlike Christian Carter...that I am not God.
Ecosystem pauses and leans back once more.
You may not be a Saint in any sense, child, and you are certainly not God…but you may yet inherit the Kingdom of God. These disciplines that you have taught yourself – to focus on what is in front of you, to not be tied down into the quicksand of vengeance and hatred – these disciplines do your soul good.
You smirk at the idea that you may let out what you’ve been holding in against me. Do me a favor. Don’t smirk. Don’t laugh. If you must be evil, be evil with clear eyes and a sober heart.
Milton’s Satan rallies the demons against God by declaring – this is Book Five, beginning at Verse Seven Hundred and Ninety-Four, for those following a long at home.
"Who can in reason then, or right, assume
Monarchy over such as live by right
, His equals, if in power and splendour less,
in freedom equal?"
I may think you less than me in power and splendor, but you are my equal in freedom. Use your freedom well. Do not sell your soul for thirty pieces of silver...or one golden belt.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 15:11:08 GMT -5
*GM Nate is SITTING~! in his office when Stank BARGES in after having RIPPED the door off of its hinges! GM Nate sighs then rips a work order in two and places it in an empty trash can next to his desk.*
GMtN - *Deadpan* Stank. Come on in. Have a seat.
Stank - What should I do with this?
GMtN - Just place it over there and I'll have maintenance come by and pick it up.
*Stank tosses the door off to the side then sits on the chair in front of Nate's desk. GM Nate puts on his fakest smile.*
GMtN - How can I help you.
Stank - I want you to make my match with Power a no DQ.
GMtN - *Sigh* I don't know how Rick handled these things.
Stank - Whiskey
GMtN - …
Stank - Bottom right drawer.
*GM Nate looks in the bottom right drawer and finds a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label.*
GMtN - Hmm.. I wonder how long that's been there.
Stank - So about my match..
GMtN - No.
Stank - I'm sorry?
GMtN - No. I'm not changing your match the day of the pay per view.
Stank - Nate…who am I?
GMtN - This again?
Stank - ...
GMtN - Fine. Grandslam Six Pack Champion Stank, first ballot Hall of Fa--
Stank - YES, Yes, but that’s not what I meant. I’m one of your most popular wrestlers, I put asses in the seats, I sell more merchandise than anyone!
GMtN - I don't think that's true.
Stank - Really? Who then? Who sells more merchandise than me?
GMtN - Off the top of my head... Firewoman.
Stank - WHAT? No fucking way!
GMtN - It's true.
Stank - ...
GMtN -
Stank - ... AND?
GMtN - And what? You called this meeting!
Stank - Make my match tonight no DQ!
GMtN - Asked and answered!
Stank - FINE!
*Stank rises to his feet.*
Stank - I'm taking this! I'm taking this door with me!
*Stank grabs the door and walks out of Nate's office where he is met by a flying visible camera.*
Stank - Power you ask me if I'm hungry? I am actually. That's why I'm headed over to catering after this. Listen Edra.. you seem to get off on talking about how strong you are. You've even actually deluded yourself into thinking you're stronger than me. Whoopty Fucking doo in any case. I've fought the strong, the weak, the fast, the furious, the hungry, the satiated, and have won. Bottom line. I don't give a shit how many energy drinks you pour down your piehole because in the end it won't matter. You seem to be trying to appeal to my better nature.
Stop it.
I don't have a better nature. I just have this door... and I look forward to introducing you to it later on tonight.
You see I'm at a point in my career where... it's the little things, you know. Like watching you bleed, and when I say you I don't really mean you per se, I just mean "you" in general. Yeah... things like watching you bleed, or dislocating your shoulder, or a rib perhaps, hyper-extending your neck, and listening to you scream... the little things. Your strength can't prevent me from doing any number of those things to you... or doing none of them at all.
That's right. Maybe I won't do a damn thing but take the DQ and beat you upside the head with this door.
Now... if you find that disappointing... well... I don't blame you. I was young once. I remember what it was like to be a nobody trying to make a name for myself by going up against the big dogs expecting to see who is better and pass the test of... skill... and determination... and if I were in any other kind of mood to play... I would.
But I'm not in the mood and I'm at a point in my career where I don't have to play.
You my good woman... You Edra... the burden is on you... to fight the good fight... to pass the test... to accommodate your better nature. All I have to do is show up because where you see a test I see just another Pay Per View. I know it's called Blood on the Walls, but after tonight... maybe it will be remembered as Blood on the Door.
Don't believe me?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2014 16:47:10 GMT -5
Fans have already begun to gather in the Chevy Chase arena, buzzing for the show, when "Hero" by Skillet hits the PA system. Mai Muyo makes her way down through the crowd, slapping hands and hugging a couple children. We see she is bandaged from her assault over the weekend by the Saints, as she takes a microphone.
Mai: Christian Carter. (boos) So you want me to worship you. I take it from your "slant-eyed Jesus freak" talk that you're getting a little tired of hearing the God talk from me.
So I'll read you a text from a man a little less traditionally religious. You know, sometimes I still struggle to say just what I want to say in English, so it's nice to borrow from great authors. Let me read from "This Is Water," by David Foster Wallace.
"Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you...Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out."
Christian Carter, I pray for you, behind closed doors as well as publicly. I pray for you, because every time you demand worship, every time you declare your greatness, I weep for the weakness and insecurity you must feel. That weakness, that desperation at not being the king of this world or the next...it nearly consumed my brother. It still might, someday.
I know. You think you are stronger than him. I think you are not. But we won't know until you fall. And you will fall, Christian.
Mai pauses and begins to sing.
Mai: You can run on, for a long time...Run on, for a long time...Run on, for a long time...
The crowd sings along "Sooner or later, God'll cut you down." Mai smiles, then frowns.
Mai: I want to see you cut down, Christian. But I also want to see you lifted up after that. Redeemed. You would rather I didn't, I know. You would rather I bow the knee to you as you are. But if I refused to bow that knee, if I refused to fear you, you'd want me to cut out all the Christian pity and just hate you. Hate you for what you did to my friend Jaime, even after her husband bowed the knee as you needed...hate you for what you've done to me and others I love.
I am reminded of what the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Junior said to his enemies promoting a culture far worse than the one you promote. So I want you, Christian, wherever you are, to look into my eyes on this screen and believe me when I say...
"I love you. I would rather die than hate you."
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Post by wyattcox on Jun 23, 2014 3:41:49 GMT -5
Stank
*GM Nate is SITTING~! in his office when Stank BARGES in after having RIPPED the door off of its hinges! GM Nate sighs then tears a work order in two and places it in an empty trash can next to his desk.*
GMtN - *Deadpan* Stank. Come on in. Have a seat.
Stank - What should I do with this?
GMtN - Just place it over there and I'll have maintenance come by and pick it up.
*Stank tosses the door off to the side then sits on the chair in front of Nate's desk. GM Nate puts on his fakest smile.*
GMtN - How can I help you.
Stank - I want you to make my match with Power a no DQ.
GMtN - *Sigh* I don't know how Rick handled these things.
Stank - Whiskey
GMtN - …
Stank - Bottom right drawer.
*GM Nate looks in the bottom right drawer and finds a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label.*
GMtN - Hmm.. I wonder how long that's been there.
Stank - So about my match..
GMtN - No.
Stank - I'm sorry?
GMtN - No. I'm not changing your match the day of the pay per view.
Stank - Nate…who am I?
GMtN - This again?
Stank - ...
GMtN - Fine. Grandslam Six Pack Champion Stank, first ballot Hall of Fa--
Stank - YES, Yes, but that’s not what I meant. I’m one of your most popular wrestlers, I put asses in the seats, I sell more merchandise than anyone!
GMtN - I don't think that's true.
Stank - Really? Who then? Who sells more merchandise than me?
GMtN - Off the top of my head... Firewoman.
Stank - WHAT? No fucking way!
GMtN - It's true.
Stank - ...
GMtN -
Stank - ... AND?
GMtN - And what? You called this meeting!
Stank - Make my match tonight no DQ!
GMtN - Asked and answered!
Stank - FINE!
*Stank rises to his feet.*
Stank - I'm taking this! I'm taking this door with me!
*Stank grabs the door and walks out of Nate's office where he is met by a flying visible camera.*
Stank - Power you ask me if I'm hungry? I am actually. That's why I'm headed over to catering after this. Listen Edra.. you seem to get off on talking about how strong you are. You've even actually deluded yourself into thinking you're stronger than me. Whoopty Fucking doo in any case. I've fought the strong, the weak, the fast, the furious, the hungry, the satiated, and have won. Bottom line. I don't give a shit how many energy drinks you pour down your piehole because in the end it won't matter. You seem to be trying to appeal to my better nature.
Stop it.
I don't have a better nature. I just have this door... and I look forward to introducing you to it later on tonight.
You see I'm at a point in my career where... it's the little things, you know. Like watching you bleed, and when I say you I don't really mean you per se, I just mean "you" in general. Yeah... things like watching you bleed, or dislocating your shoulder, or a rib perhaps, hyper-extending your neck, and listening to you scream... the little things. Your strength can't prevent me from doing any number of those things to you... or doing none of them at all.
That's right. Maybe I won't do a damn thing but take the DQ and beat you upside the head with this door.
Now... if you find that disappointing... well... I don't blame you. I was young once. I remember what it was like to be a nobody trying to make a name for myself by going up against the big dogs expecting to see who is better and pass the test of... skill... and determination... and if I were in any other kind of mood to play... I would.
But I'm not in the mood and I'm at a point in my career where I don't have to play.
You my good woman... You Edra... the burden is on you... to fight the good fight... to pass the test... to accommodate your better nature. All I have to do is show up because where you see a test I see just another Pay Per View. I know it's called Blood on the Walls, but after tonight... maybe it will be remembered as Blood on the Door.
Don't believe me?
FADE
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