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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:26:12 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Woody Point, Newfoundland Canada
June 4, 2014
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
LD Williams vs. Rory Albright
OOWF World Tag Team Title Triple Threat Match
Crash & Burn vs. Banned From Everywhere vs. Shane Tuska & Power
Non-Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Stan Fulton
Non-Title Match
Stank vs. Chris Evans
No Disqualification Match
Suicide Kings vs. Ecosystem, Mai Muyo & Texpress
Stips TBA
Moosehead Jack vs. DK Murphy
Chloe vs. Firewoman
Matt Folz vs. Alexander Darling
card subject to Rob Ford invasion (give me a break, how much goes on in Canada?)
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:26:48 GMT -5
(Backstage at the Banned from Everywhere hangout Nowhere. Bill, Justin, Tommy Wilder and Miranda are sitting around a table with the World Tag Team Championship belts in the middle. Justin and Miranda are sitting next to one another having an awkward conversation, while Tommy has a couple of huge mugs in front of him. Bill is talking to...air. Power and Sunny walk in after the match. High fives all around for a good night. Eventually Tuska comes in with Spider McNulty. Spider sits down next to Power and McNulty scoots his way between Sunny and Power. )
Miranda: So....Justin.
Justin: So....Miranda. Can I borrow...
(Miranda hands Justin five bucks as a round of drinks is brought out by Arctic McBearington.)
Power: (Whispering to the bear) Is this stuff drinkable?
Arctic: Perfectly. Sex on the Beach made with Smirnoff Wild Honey vodka.
Sunny: Mmmm, sounds good.
Spider: Stupid froo froo drinks.
Sunny: Oh, give it a try, Spider.
(Drinks all around except for Miranda, who pouts because she's underage, and Justin, so he doesn't leave her out...)
Tommy: Dude, try one of these Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino. It'll mellow you right out.
(Tommy slides one of the 128-ounce glasses down to Justin, who tastes it, guzzles it, and begins talking a blue streak 90 miles an hour before falling over in his chair still jabbering.)
ABFD: What for did you do to my partner, Wildman?
Tommy: Shoot, just that new Starbucks drink. Whipped cream, mocha drizzle, and 60 shots of cappuccino.
Power: Sixty?
Sunny: Shots?
Miranda: Cappuccino?
ABFD: Lemme in there...
(Bill opens Justin's mouth and pours what might be PCPL from his Mason Jar into Justin's mouth including one last drop with a flourish. Justin sits right up, blinks twice, and begins talking at a normal pace to Miranda as if nothing had happened. Arctic brings a couple of sodas around to Justin and Miranda, and everyone raises their glasses.)
Power: To a great match!
(Most everyone says “To a great match!” Power turns to Shane who slowly picks up the drink and sips at it. Power smiles as the conversation resumes and the cameras fade.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:30:07 GMT -5
EcosystemFirewoman is pacing the waiting room of a hospital, cheeks wet with tears, when she hears a voice from around the corner.Voice: “HO HO HO! Come follow Mr. Socko, kids!” Ecosystem runs in from around the corner, dressed in scrubs, carrying balloons in one hand and wearing a Mr. Socko on the other, with little kids following him.Eco: Fire! Eco runs up to Fire and gives her a big, unsolicited hug.Eco: I was so worried about you – I came right over – Fire looks up at the balloons.Eco: Well, not right over – I had to get cleared from medical, and then I wanted to pick up something to cheer up Alexander. Do you think he’ll like them? I also brought young fans – Fire: (not listening) They’re trying to keep me out! They said it would be three minutes, and it’s ten, and I don’t know what’s going on, and— Eco takes her cheek in his hand. Eco: It’s fine. It’ll be okay. He’ll be okay. I wanted to tell you that was a really brave thing you did for him. I may not understand why you feel the way you do about Chloe, but I can tell that was a big step. I know you may not see me as a figure of guidance any more, but I am just so proud of you— Fire: Juni? Eco: Yes? Fire: Your hand is still covered in Carter’s blood. Eco moves his hand away from Fire. She has a small red streak on her face.Eco: Whoops. Let’s let Mr. Socko clean that up, huh? Eco wipes Fire’s face with his sock-hand, but she turns away from him.Eco: I’m sorry – I just wanted to – Fire: (ignoring) They can’t keep me out. I’m going to my husband. Fire storms back in through the doors, and we hear the yells of nurses.Eco: Well, fuck this. Hey kids, want some balloons? Kids: (ear-splitting screams) YEAH! Eco: Ugh, this must be what it’s like to be Mai all the time… <Elsewhere> Chris Evans is backstage, having just dressed back into plain clothes after a shower. The dressing room is empty; he’s obviously been moving slowly. There’s a knock on the door.Evans: Who the hell knocks around here? Get the fuck in here or go away. Evans opens the door...
..to find Christina Gallagher.Gallagher: Hey. Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were decent. Evans: Aren’t you the chick who works for— Gallagher: Mr. Junichiro Muyo, yes. And on his instruction, I’ve been watching you, learning about you. Evans: Great. The last month has been a real bang-up introduction to the career of Chris Evans. Gallagher: Well, that’s kind of the point. You’re a former World Champion, almost a Grand Slam winner, which I guess is a really big deal, but you’re the most aimless man in the company right now. Evans: You know who’s aimless? This fucking joke of a booking team we’ve got, that has me curtain-jerking with no-names and never given a serious opportunity to reclaim the championships that are rightfully mine, to take that Grand Slam Championship – hell, I don’t need anyone, I’ll win the Tag Team Championships myself – and to remind everyone who Chris Evans is. But I’m never given a chance— Gallagher: We agree. Evans: You do? Gallagher: Yes. We agree. The problem isn’t Chris Evans. I mean, forget today, everyone has an embarrassing loss from time to time. Junichiro assures me that he has even had a couple. Evans: A couple? Gallagher: The problem isn’t Chris Evans. The problem is management. You need new management. Evans: Exactly…wait, what? Gallagher hands Evans a card.Gallagher: Mr. Muyo would like to offer to serve as your corporate representative. Your agent, if you will, or your “wrestling manager.” Evans: You have got to be kidding— Gallagher: And of course, I would be lending my services to your portfolio as well. Evans: Well, now we’re talking. Gallagher: Professional services, Chris. Evans: Oh, you look like a professional. Gallagher: Okay, please. There’s a reason I work for a gay man. Just think the offer over, and call Juni when you’re ready to talk. Gallagher exits. FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:32:01 GMT -5
Murphy's Law
*Firewoman is still in a waiting room when Daniella Murphy walks in and gives her a hug, which is out of character because neither of them are into hugs*
Dee: I just have one favor to ask.
Fire: OK
Dee: Don't kill her.
Fire: Because?
Dee (going into Hinterlands mode): Because I am going to drag her into Hell and beyond!
Fire: I thought you weren't cleared to wrestle?
Dee: No, I'm still not cleared, but Wally has me set up with expert acupuncturists.
*Split screen to Stank looking queasy*
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:33:10 GMT -5
Firewoman
Firewoman is STANDING~! at the hospital coffee bar, patiently waiting. Sort of. She finally gets her turn and gets a caramel mocha soy latte, leaves a generous tip, and heads back to what is presumeably Alex's room. She stops to take a sip and sees Junichiro Muyo, Mr. Socko on one hand, and slightly deflated balloons in the other, sleeping in chair. She smiles slightly and goes back in to Alex's room. We see that the nurses and staff lost the battle to keep Fire from sleeping in the room (was there any doubt?), as a pillow and blanket are rumpled onto the chair that she stayed in. She tries to quietly sit back down, but not very successfully, as Alexander turns his head and sees her.
AD: Hey.
FW: Hey, how are you feeling?
AD: Like someone ripped my arm out of my shoulder and beat me with it.
FW: Close...
AD: How am I?
FW: They relocated your shoulder, stitches, ice, codeine, the usual "thou shalt nots" which you'll ignore. They'll release you later today.
AD: It's all very foggy....did you come to the ring?
FW: *shyly* Yes.
AD: .....and?
FW: And she stopped beating on you. Win-win.
AD: Fire....you're lying.
FW: Huh? No, what makes you think that?
AD: Your lips are moving?
FW: *laughs softly*
AD: And because I can always tell.
FW: .....always?
AD: Usually. Okay, no, I can't tell, but you are leaving things out between "I came to the stage" and "She stopped."
FW: Fine. She said she'd stop if I got in the ring with her.
Alexander sits up in bed, not even wincing a little bit, although he probably should.
AD: You did? Right there?
FW: No, not....you'll see the video probably. Next week. She said that and I said okay, so she said "I quit."
AD: Hey....I won!
Alexander smiles at this, and then notices that while Firewoman is also trying to smile, it's kind of failing.
AD: Hey...hey.....we'll get you out of--
FW: No, Alex....we can't. I mean *I* can't. I gave my word, no tricks, no turning it down later. You know how I feel about people going back on their word.
AD: ....
FW: It'll be fine...I'll figure it out....I'll...we'll have our match and then that will be it.
AD: But...you keep saying you aren't ready....are you?
FW: .....
AD: You did this....for me?
FW: *shrugs uncomfortably* Well....you did the match in the first place for me, so.....
AD: ....
FW: Alex, I'm so sorry....I never thought it would go this far. I mean, no I'm not ready...it's too soon....I just....I misread a few things and I miscalculated...I never do that....
AD: Well, you haven't really been yourself lately. Have you checked with Dr. Freedman about this?
FW: I have a Skype session with him later. I will get his okay, I promise.
Alex reaches out and pulls her towards him, kissing her on the forehead and holds her there.
FW: I'm just...I'm sorry...I never thought it would hurt you.
AD: I'm fine.....I'll be fine. Don't worry.
A nurse comes in, breaking up the tender moment, as she starts to attend to Alex's bandages and checking his vitals under the very skeptical and watchful eye of Firewoman. FAAAAAAAADE.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:35:50 GMT -5
EcosystemFirewoman ducks out of the room – maybe to grab Alexander some snacks from downstairs – and within twenty seconds, Ecosystem pokes his head around the door – and immediately has a pill bottle thrown by his head.
Eco: Whoa! Your arm is getting better already. Alexander: That was my other arm. Also, GET OUT. Eco: No ill intentions here, friend! I’m here to cheer you up! Eco comes in carrying two deflated balloons.
Eco: …They, um, they deflate a little overnight and the kids took some. Eco ties them to the end of the bed. Alexander groans in the bed.
Eco: Aw, it still hurts doesn’t it? Here… Ecosystem pulls the bloody sock over his hand.
Alex: Oh, fuck no. Eco: Let Mr. Socko kiss it better! Eco begins to walk toward Alexander, but he quickly stops to duck a thrown bedpan from Alexander.
Eco: Yeesh, good thing that wasn’t full. Alex: Eco. GET OUT. Eco sighs and sits down in a chair.
Eco: Okay, it looks like it’s time for us to have a heart-to-heart. Alex: No, it’s definitely not. Eco: It’s just, you know…I’m here because of Fire, sure, but also because I care about you. We heroes have to stick together. You’ve got Chloe and Jack and Carter and now Eric coming back, and if we don’t stand together, we’ll all fall separately. Alex: …Did you just draw a line between heroes and villains that had Eric on the villain side and you on the hero side? Eco: …Maybe. Alex buzzes for a nurse.
Eco: What are you doing? Alex: Ejecting you. A nurse arrives.
Alex: Nope.  Alex: Nope. 
Alex: Uh-uh.  Alex: Not happening. 
Alex: No way.  Eco: Nurse Laverne Roberts from Scrubs? Alex: Good enough. Please remove this man. Laverne: Let’s go. Eco: Wait wait wait. What if I had someone vouch for me? Laverne: Like who? Eco: (pulling out a five dollar bill) Like…the man who freed your people? Laverne: Uh-huh. Listen, unless ten Benjamin Franklins all working together freed my people, you’re getting your ass out of this room. Eco and his clown/zombie/Austin menagerie leave.
Laverne: You know, you should be a little nicer to your racist friends. Alex: He’s not my—ARGH! Alexander flops back on the bed.
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:37:38 GMT -5
Miranda Williams
**Crash and Burn have finished a workout and are exiting the gym when they are approached by SFJ#47.**
SFJ#47: Tommy, Miranda, this week you defend your titles against both former champions Banned from Everywhere and the team that took you to the limit last week, Power and Shane Tuska. Your thoughts?"
M: "Truthfully? We're looking forward to it. It's going to be a tough match - they're both great teams. But, they're also friends, which means we should be able to keep it clean. It'll be nice to be in the ring with people who aren't...who are crazy in a good way."
TW: "We've been a team for just weeks, and we've already risen straight to the top. Thing is, we're still gelling. Every match, the timing gets a little better, the communication a little smoother, the moves a little wilder. Soon, you're going to see us bust out some stuff that'll blow your mind."
SFJ#47: "The Suicide Kings have also made it clear that they're looking for a title shot."
TW: "Miranda's old man and I don't agree on much, but I don't like people setting themselves up as royalty any more than he does. If the Kings - or anyone else, for that matter - want a shot, tell them to get in line."
SFJ#47: "Thanks for you-"
M: "One more thing. A lot of people at talking about Chloe, and what she did to me. The consensus seems to be that I'm a victim. Miranda Williams is a lot of things, but she is not a victim. Ever. Don't think that this is over Chloe. Your day will come.
But right now, Tommy and I have a Championship to defend. And like my partner says, we'll take on all comers. Line them up, and we'll show them why he's Crash, and I'm Burn.
**Miranda turns her head and brings her hand to her mouth, then turns back and breathes fire at the camera**
**Cut to Stank and L.D. Williams in the Saints' locker room, watching Crash and Burn's promo.**
S: "Billy-Dee, your daughter can breathe fire."
LDW: "Uh-huh."
S:"You don't seem surprised."
LDW: "She worked at a carnival for a few summers."
S: "A carnival?"
LDW: "Side show. Fire breathing, Sword swallowing, Contortion - pretty much everything a father doesn't want to think about his daughter doing."
S: "-"
LDW: "-"
S: "No wonder Firewoman likes her."
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:38:15 GMT -5
*Norm Peterson walks into the Destroyitarium. Daniella Murphy is behind the stick.*
Dee: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
Norm: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:38:57 GMT -5
**We join Crash and Burn in mid-conversation as they leave the arena.**
M: "...hasn't returned any of my calls. I just don't get it."
TW: "They've got a busy schedule. I'm sure it's-"
**A large stretch limo with bull's horns for a hood ornament pulls up beside them.**
M: <giggling> "Hmmm, I wonder who that could be?"
TW: "JBL looking for climbing advice?"
**Miranda launches herself at the limo as the door opens, and slams into Chad Madison with a hug. Zane and Bridgette get out of the car on the other side.**
M: "Where have you been?"
CM: "Texpress Animal Shelter Tour, 2014. It's been hectic as...heck, but we're doing a lot of good."
M: "You always do."
CM: "We're heading out to dinner, and I was hoping you'd join us."
M: "Do you even have to ask?"
ZM: "Tommy, you in?"
TW: "Nah. I've got a date."
M: "With who?
TW: "A high place and far too little safety equipment."
**Zane shakes his head, and the others laugh, as we fade**
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:39:50 GMT -5
LD Williams
**Rory Albright is working out with (read beating the crap out of) some of the local talent in an empty arena when L.D. Williams strolls down the aisle and takes a seat at ringside. Both Rory and Carrie Weiss see him, and Carrie starts toward him, but Rory shakes his head. Rory dispatches the last jobber, hops out of the ring, and comes over to lean on the railing in front of Williams.**
RA: "Scouting?"
LDW: "Yep."
RA: "A bit brazen, don't you think?"
LDW: "I'm a living legend, kid. I left subtle behind a long time ago."
**Albright nods, and they stare at each other a long while, niether man saying anything.**
RA: "So, is this where you tell me how easily you're going to beat me?"
LDW: <chuckles> "Bravado left before subtle. I've always been more of a tell-it-like-I-see-it guy."
RA: "And?"
LDW: "You've got a lot of talent. I think I've got a few things up my sleeve that'll surprise you, but it's gonna be a tough match."
**Albright considers this for a moment.**
RA: "Aren't you supposed to be some sort of bad-ass? I though all the Saints were twisted monsters."
LDW: "Twisted is relative in this company. The competition is pretty tough. As for bad-ass - you'll find that out Wednesday night."
**Williams rises and starts up the aisle, but stops and turns around.**
LDW: "The real reason I'm being civil though?"
RA: "Yeah?"
LDW: "Anyone who sets out to embarrass Chris Evans and actually pulls it off? They deserve a little respect."
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:41:17 GMT -5
Miranda Williams
**Texpress, Bridgette and Miranda are eating in a fancy restaurant, and the conversation appears to have gotten a little heated.**
Miranda: "A FLUKE?"
Chad: " I didn't mean it that way. I-"
M: "'Fluke' is a little hard to misinterpret Chad."
Zane: "I believe what my partner meant to say is that Experience matters. Individual and as a team. And when it comes to experience, no one's worked together as long or as much as we have."
M: "All of that is true, and absolutely none of it justifies you believing Tommy and I don't deserve to be champions."
Z: "No one said you didn't deserve-"
M: "I believe your exact words were "You guys won the championship because we weren't in the match."
C: "Well, it's-"
M: "DON'T"
Bridgette: "Now Shug, I don't believe the boys meant any harm."
**Miranda catches Bridgette's eye and winks.**
M: "I'll tell you what boys. If you two Texas blowhards are so sure you can beat us, but your dignity where your mouths are. The next time we get booked against each other, if we win, you wrestle your next match in tutus. Pink ones."
**Bridgette stifles a giggle.**
Z: "And if we win?"
M: "Then you're Tag Team Champions again."
C: "But what if you'r already lost..."
**Chad stops talking when he sees the glare Miranda is giving him, but Zane quickly interjects.**
Z: "Or it's a non-title match."
M: "Well...in that case..."<Miranda whispers something in Chad's ear and his eyes go wide.>
C: "DEAL!"
Z: "Wait - what did she-"
C: "Shut-UP Zane. Deal."
**Chad and Miranda shake hands (or something L.D. Doesn't want to think about) on it as we...
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:42:57 GMT -5
Tuska
The screen switches to a very serene looking Tuska, meditating backstage at tonight's OOWF house show. His eyes are half open, and there is pure calm about his face. He's in his ring gear, awaiting a match with some local talent. Spider McNulty strolls in, his rugged face lightened by a confident smirk. His fists are taped and his head is freshly shaved.
McNulty: Yo, Tuska. Ready to squash some no-talent Canadian?
Silence, save for the gentle rhythm of Tuska's breathing. McNulty shrugs and sets his bag down on a bench. He stretches his arms and shoulders as he continues.
McNulty: You know kid, you're a lot less... tense these last few days. Power been treatin' you right, eh?
Tuska's eyes open fully. The slightest hint of a smile stretches across his lips. He nods.
McNulty: Not for nothin', kid, but if she ain't gonna switch hit for ol' Spider, she probably ain't go--
Tuska: She puts my mind at ease.
McNulty's eyes pop open wide as he's interrupted by his near-mute colleague. Tuska very smoothly rises from the floor and takes a seat on the bench, next to McNulty's bag.
McNulty: Cheez whiz, kid, you're so damn quiet all the time that any time you do actually talk, I don't know if I should should shit or play dead. Well, good on you. I'm glad Power can help you out. Hell, she does seem to have some kind of... whaddya call it, an aura about her, huh?
Tuska nods.
McNulty: Well, don't let her make you soft, Tuska ol' boy. Dames gotta way of doin' that.
Tuska blinks, says nothing.
McNulty: Well, cripes, I guess you did need some ironin' out... Just don't let her soften you up to the point that you lose that competitive spirit, Shane. You got a lot to offer this business. This company.
An OOWF staffer pops his head in.
Staffer: Mr. McNulty, your opponent is being announced. We need you in gorilla position.
McNulty raises his massive arms above his head for one final stretch.
McNulty: Ayuh, time to take out the trash, kid. Get loose, this ain't gonna take me long.
McNulty takes a step, and then stops. He points at his bag.
McNulty: Keep an eye on my insurance policy, will ya?
Tuska nods. McNulty slaps the tarantula tattoo on the back of his neck with each hand.
McNulty: Spider's comin', meatsacks!
McNulty struts out of frame as the camera closes in on his bag. Fade.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:43:49 GMT -5
Stan Fulton
FADE in on the ferry between Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland. Sitting in his Peterbilt rig is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s playing Clash of Clans on his iPhone and begins to speak to the Top Gear-type camera set up in his truck.
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger.”
Fulton smiles.
“Henry V. Wonderful writing by the Bard.
“For us, Jared, we go to war again on Wednesday night. The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship... is not on the line. So, I don’t imagine you’ll be giving your all. Then again, who knows what goes on in that messed up noggin of yours.
“But for me, this is a chance to move up the ladder towards your title once again. I've held it once. Only for a short time. I mean to hold it again and this time for a very, very long time. Long enough to face every person on this roster over and over and defeat them. To make them bleed like I made Reek bleed.
“Our war is just beginning, Jared.”
Fulton puts his iPhone away as the ferry signals that arrival is imminent.
“All hell shall stir for this.”
FADE.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:45:01 GMT -5
Dee Murphy
*Spider McNulty is walking back from his match when Daniella Murphy steps into his way and stares into his eyes*
SM: Do we have a problem?
Dee: No, just checking on something Dad said.
SM: And what would Outback Jack have to say about me?
Dee: That you guys damn near killed each other out of stubbornness back in the day, that you're tougher than an old boot but not half the wrestler he was, and the rest of it is a lot worse.
SM:...
Dee:...
SM: Tell the old son of a bitch I said hello.
*They exchange fist bumps and move on*
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:46:12 GMT -5
Mai Muyo
Mai is sitting, smiling, perusing a small civics book.
Mai: Stan is reading his favorite works, I thought I'd pull out one myself. Mayhem is on June 4th this coming week, and June 4th is the day that Martin Luther King Jr. gave his "Power of Non-Violence" talk. (Mai laughs.) You wouldn't think that King on nonviolence would be my brother's favorite thing, and maybe it wouldn't be now, but when he was 19, new to university in the states, this is what he brought me back to read.
Mai pauses for a moment.
Mai: We love seeking nothing in return. We love the one who does the evil deed while still hating their deed. We love them as God loves them, because God loves them.
This would is profoundly unsatisfying. We will never be fully content in this life, because we know - even when we don't really believe - we know we are made for more. But we can be satisfied in a moment. People don't seek solace in pornography or promiscuity or drugs or alcohol or the indulgences of wealth because they make them feel empty. Those things make them feel very full for a moment...and then empty later. But when you don't know anything better, being full occasionally sounds better than always starving.
The Kings had a moment when they were full. They had, in some number at different times, the Tag Team Championships, the Intercontinental Championship, and the World Championship. "If it is not broken, don't fix it," or whatever the American saying is.
But now, they have none of those things. None of those championships. So there's a choice to be made. Kings, you can embrace materialist nihilism, pursuing the precious trinkets at any cost, even if they can only be held for a fleeting time. But I promise you, I promise you, there's nothing but sadness and emptiness there.
You can seek something more. Something higher. You can not just hold titles that make you proud, but live lives others can be proud of. You can not just be champions, but live like champions.
Come in from the cold. Behold God, beholding you, smiling.
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:48:37 GMT -5
Firewoman
Fire and Ecosystem are SITTING~! in catering, staring at a chessboard. Fire never looks up, but Eco does occasionally, checking out who is coming and going.
Eco: Are you sure you're okay being out here in the open?
FW: Alex banned you from our suites. You wanna play chess this is our only option.
Eco: Well, I will protect you.
FW: Mm-hmmm.
Eco makes a move with one of his pieces and Fire doesn't blink. He studies her and the board carefully.
Eco: I gotcha.
FW: Mm-hmmm....
Eco: Five moves. Six, tops.
Fire doesn't answer, nor does she move. Yet. Eco waits a few minutes.
Eco: Damn, you can almost see the wheels turning. What is going on in that head of yours.
FW: This.
Fire moves a piece. Eco's face is incredulous.
Eco: But...you just...Fire you just exposed that bishop!
FW: Okay.
Eco: But...so then I can just do this!
Eco moves a piece and takes the bishop. Fire doesn't react. Her eyes never leave the board. Another few minutes pass, a bit longer than the last pause. Ecosystem seems to be growing impatient.
Eco: I'm surprised Chloe hasn't said anything.
FW: Why would she? I gave her what she wanted. I suspect she'll have nothing to say or do now that she got her way.
Eco: Oh so that's why you were okay with meeting out here. Wait....
Fire makes another move that similarly shocks Ecosystem.
FW: Your move.
Eco: Fire...I can take your Queen.
FW: Okay.
Eco: It's your most valuable piece!!
FW: I always wondered about that. The King is what everyone wants to capture to win the game, right? But he's essentially worthless. He can only go one square in either direction..but the Queen...SHE can travel the whole length of the board, in any direction, even diagonally. Capture her and the King is nothing.
Eco: You just make the most illogical and confusing moves. Impulsive even.
FW: *shrugs* Well, if I put her in that position, I guess you have no choice.
Ecosystem starts to make a move, then looks at the board. Hard. He raises his hand to move a piece then looks through his eyelids at Fire, who still has a perfectly blank face. He puts his hand down. Minutes pass.
Eco: Dammit.
Finally he moves a piece, and captures the Queen, but he's far from certain. Fire frowns.
Eco: what's wrong?
FW: You said the game would be over in five moves, but I think it's three.
Eco: Three?
Fire moves a pawn one square.
FW: Checkmate.
Eco: What??!?
FW: Three moves.
Eco: But...HOW? I took your bishop, both rooks, your QUEEN.....
FW: I know.
Eco: You sacrificed your most valuable pieces..
FW: "And a little pawn shall lead them." You owe me.
Eco: I don't think I do. I think you cheated.
FW: Not at chess. Never at chess. Besides you went over our last game and found what?
Eco: ...
FW: ...
Eco: Okay fine, you didn't cheat, but I still don't see....
Fire stands up and looks down at Ecosystem.
FW: Pay up now or later?
Eco: Um...later...It's too public here.
FW: Okay...but no welching.
Firewoman walks away, with perhaps a backwards leer? as Ecosystem studies the board to see what happened...again.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:50:00 GMT -5
Matt Folz
We fade in and see Matt, Jaime and Mai having dinner at a buffet place while discussing this week's card.
JF: So Mai, what match other than yours are you looking forward to most watching?
MM: I can't wait to see the match Matt helped put together.
MF: Huh? Don't get me wrong, I never have and never will like Darling, but I didn't do anything to put this match together.
MM: Not that one. I was clearly talking about Fire/Chloe.
MF: Exactly how hard did you get hit in the head Wednesday? I have no idea what you're talking about.
MM: Duh. You gave Fire a pep talk on Tuesday and now she's getting over her fears and facing Chloe. You're a good person for doing that Matt.
MF: Uh, that's.... that's not what I did at all. I told one of my partners to get her head out of her ass so I knew I could depend on her when going up against a team full of 4 grand slam winners. That's all.
JF: Babe, don't be so humble. It's things like that that are going to win you an award in September. Fortunately you have plenty of time to work on your speech.
MF: Uh, wait, what?
MM: As much as I wanted to repeat as Face of the Year, if I have to lose it, I'm glad it'll be to a friend.
MF: Oh you are not fucking serious.
MM: Totally. I took a straw poll in the locker room on Wednesday, you're like far and away the leading candidate so far.
Matt groans and turns a bit white.
MF: I'm getting up to get more food. When I get back, we're talking about anything else other than this bullshit, ok?
Matt gets up from the table and Mai and Jaime wait until he's out of earshot before giggling.
MM: Poor Matt, should we tell him we're joking?
JF (Smiling): Nah.
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:50:51 GMT -5
Chloe
(Chloe is walking back from Jack's car pushing a cart full of various beers and liqours when she is accosted by an SFJ.)
SFJ: Chloe, you've been strangely silent this week.
Chloe: Yeah, so?
SFJ: Well, since you got what you wanted....
Chloe: Yes, I did. And no one really understands it.
SFJ: Are you in a mood to talk?
Chloe: You want to hear it? It's not pretty.
SFJ: Of course.
Chloe: Well, enough has been said about what Fire did after she was beaten in my first match here. And make no mistake about it, we BEAT HER! But then she started telling everyone how she threw the match, how she laid down because she liked us. She lied. And then she used her mind games and deviousness to take advantage of Clio. Jack wants his sister...his real sister back. I want the woman I saw as a part of the Five. That woman was Firewoman. This woman, she isn't the real Firewoman.
SFJ: So why go all through this if you know you can beat her so easily?
Chloe: Because no one believes I can beat her. No one believes I can measure up to her. They think I'm a joke. They think I don't belong in the Saints. But Jack believes in me. I fight by Jack's side because she's too good to do it. I fight for him. And I fight for me. Because in the final analysis I will not be beaten. After Wednesday night no one will doubt that Chloe belongs in the Saints of Sinners. And no one will believe in the myth, the legend that was once...Firewoman. I will break her. Now if you'll excuse me, there are four thirsty men waiting for me.
SFJ: But Chloe, why do you do this? Why do you still act as the gopher for the Saints?
Chloe: (smiling) Are you kidding? I'm thirsty too! And this way I get what I want! You'd be surprised what the others want me to get.
SFJ: Really?
Chloe: Oh honey, if it were up to Stank...wait, are you trying to cause trouble?
SFJ: No, but I...
Chloe: I AM THE MARTYR! No one causes trouble in the Saints. And if you want to do that missy....
(The SFJ runs off as Chloe laughs)
Chloe: I just love doing that...
(Chloe pushes the cart back toward the Saints locker room as we fade....)
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:52:22 GMT -5
Christian Carter
"Where in the hell is he?"
Nate Corbitt stands face to face with Alexis Darling.
AD: Not here and that's all you need to know.
NC: As much as I dislike Mr. Carter, he has obligations to the OOWF...appearances, all the ins and outs of being an OOWF Superstar. Now Ms. Darling...where is he?"
Alexis Darling smirks at Nate...
AD: Christian Carter will be at the next show...and for him that's good enough...he has his eyes set on Juni Muyo, you know...your boss...and we will take out the Muyos and Texpress...and then your gonna gi e him what he deserves .."
Nate seems confused.
NC: And what does he deserve Ms. Darling?"
AD:"Oh you know...a World Heavyweight title shot to get back what is rightfully his."
NC:"And if I refuse?"
AD:"Oh Nathaniel, you really don't want to make an enemy out of us..."
NC: Dont you theaten me...you won't like it...
AD: Oh Nathaniel, its not a threat...its a promise. We'll see you Wednesday.
Fade
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:53:26 GMT -5
Ecosystem
Ecosystem is watching the monitor with Alexis eagerly, when Christina Gallagher comes in.
Gallagher: Carter still thinks you're calling the shots with Nate, doesn't he?
Eco: And I see no reason to disabuse him of that notion. Let him box at shadows. I'm not as interested as Mai in helping him toward the light. What do you have for me?
Gallagher: I communicated your offer to Chris, and -
Eco: And he laughed in your face, said not in a million years, and then tried to have sex with you. That's fine, we'll wear him down.
Gallagher: Actually, he only came on to me a little bit, and he didn't say no.
Eco: What?
Gallagher: I mean, he did start to express disbelief, but he was just looking at the card when I left.
Eco: He didn't say no?
Gallagher: He didn't say no.
Eco pauses.
Eco: Well, if he's not even going to open with a no, that might be a koala of a different color.
Gallagher: Horse.
Eco: Huh?
Gallagher: It's horse of a different color. That's the idiom.
Eco: Whatever. Just do me a favor and order a couple custom robes. Old-school Ric Flair shit.
Gallagher: ...For Chris? Already?
Eco: I like to count my eggs before they make an omelet.
Gallagher: Chickens before they...never mind. Sure.
Gallagher walks off. Ecosystem turns toward the camera.
Eco: You know, Kings, I may think your logic isn't sound, but I don't think of you as jokes. I think you're one of the finest young blood factions we've ever seen, and Christian Carter, you especially have God-given talent that most people in this industry would kill for. Your rise to the championship was meteoric. Hadn't seen it in a long time, won't see it again for a long time.
Ecosystem leans in.
Eco: So when I say that I am going to put you down and leave you lying beneath my feet, I say that only because I know...that I am every bit as good as I say I am.
Prove. Me. Wrong.
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:57:10 GMT -5
Tuska
The screen switches to Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center. In the ring are Tuska and Power. Power is talking to Shane about the timing of a maneuver. Sunny and the bodyguards are looking on from ringside. Nearby, Spider McNulty is finishing up a set of barbell curls. The sweat gleams over his tarantula tattoo and the veins in his formidable arms.
Power and Tuska fist bump and both exit the ring. Tuska retreats to the floor and begins a cool down stretch, his face almost smiling, placid. Power walks up to Sunny and gets a kiss and protein shake. From the other side of the room, McNulty calls over.
McNulty: Hey Power, how about a spot?
Power looks at Sunny, who smiles like a cat and nods. Power throws a towel over her shoulder and makes her way to the weights. McNulty is drenched in sweat, wearing a black tank top and old grey sweats. He motions to a bar loaded with 225 pounds.
McNulty: I'm gonna try a few reps, if you wouldn't mind... Shane's in la-la land whenever he gets in yoga mode.
Power: Sure, Spider. Just watch your mouth.
McNulty smirks and chalks his hands.
McNulty: You got it, toots, er, Power.
Power rolls her eyes. McNulty takes a grip on the bar. He grunts and hoists the load up off the rack and positions his feet. Power readies herself.
McNulty: (clearly straining) Let me ask you a question while I got you alone, Power...
He slowly but powerfully executes a rep with precise form.
McNulty: ...are you sure you're... (another rep) safe with Sunny?
Power maintains a ready posture in case McNulty can't handle the next rep, but her eyes shoot hot knives into Spider's face. Spider's eyes are focused into a mirror, watching himself as he lifts.
Power: I told you to watch your mouth, Spider.
McNulty: (squeezing out a third rep, his form starting to suffer) I hear ya. I just wonder if... (another rep) ...all the trust you've got in her is...
Spider attempts a fourth rep, but struggles midway through... He nearly loses his grip when Power swiftly steps up and grabs the bar, helping him to the top of the movement.
McNulty: ...misplaced.
McNulty's eyes lock with Power's for a moment as he says that word. She holds the gaze for only a second and steps back, letting go of the bar. McNulty easily lowers the bar and squeezes out another rep without much trouble. Power definitely seems put off. Sunny and the guards have taken notice. McNulty racks the weight.
McNulty: See, I knew I could trust you, girlie. I'll tell ya somethin'... I knew that from the first words we said to each other. With her (he nods in Sunny's direction as she and the guards close in), I don't get that feelin'. Just sayin', kid. I been around da block once or twice, if you know what I mean.
Sunny: (walking up) Is there something wrong, love? Mr. McNulty showing off a little too much?
Power stares McNulty down for just a breath past a moment. Sunny studies her face and then, with as much subtlety as is possible, begins placing herself between Spider and Power.
Sunny: (to Power, though staring down McNulty) I think it's time for a sauna and a light meal, don't you think, dear?
Power: (nonplussed) Absolutely.
The guards take position around the two women as the group turns to leave. Spider winks at one of the guards, but gets no response. Sunny looks over her shoulder at Spider. He's resting his elbow on the rack, a smirk on his sweaty face.
Sunny: We'll see Shane this evening for another in-ring session, correct, Mr. McNulty?
McNulty: (smirking intensifies) Oh yes, Sunny, we'll be there. You can trust me on that.
Sunny's displeasure with the atmosphere is almost tangible as the entourage leaves. McNulty grabs the loaded bar and begins another set, his smirk very much intact, as the scene fades.
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:58:04 GMT -5
Power
(Power, Sunny, and the bodyguards are coming out of the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center when they are approached by a random SFJ. The bodyguards look at Sunny who nods, and they allow the SFJ to approach. Sunny is holding Power tight, almost fondling her.)
SFJ: Power, your relationship with Shane Tuska is the talk of the Internet. Tell me how you two are able to coexist so well.
Power: Shane Tuska is an amazing talent. He has had so many traumas and guilt and grief that he couldn't overcome it on his own. I've been able to take that pain and channel it into making him a stronger and more powerful wrestler.
SFJ: The contrast in your styles is amazing.
Power: No doubt, Shane is a totally focused cruiserweight. He excels in high impact wrestling, which is unique for a cruiser. While I am a strength based wrestler with, if you don't mind a brag or two, I'm faster and can do more than anyone expects.
Sunny: (Rubbing her arms in a seductive way) And my Power is strong, way way stronger than anyone expects.
SFJ: This week you and Tuska will be in a triple threat match for the OOWF Tag Team Championship. Any thoughts?
Power: Props to Tommy and Miranda. They amazed everyone with their win, and the way we all matched up last week.
Sunny: No one expected Power and Shane to jell as well as they did. And they're getting better.
Power: And let's not forget our three time former Tag Team Champions Banned from Everywhere.
SFJ: Can't we?
Power: Seriously, Bill and Justin are more than a comedy team.
Sunny: Not much more...
SFJ: So are you predicting victory at Mayhem.
Power: Always expect the unexpected. With these teams, anything can happen.
Sunny: Never count my Power out.
(Power turns and walks away, but Sunny stays with the SFJ.)
Sunny: Just to make it clear, Power is mine. And anyone that tries to move in? Well, let's just say these two men behind me won't let that stand. (Turning to the SFJ) GOT IT?
(The SFJ just nods as Sunny stares a hole in her. Then Sunny slowly turns and walks away, flanked by the bodyguards, as the scene fades)
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 5:59:26 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack
<We cut to GM the Nate's office where DK and Moose are sitting. Corbitt looks frustrated>
GMtN: NO! We are not doing an exploding ring c-4 instant death barbed wire razor match!
MHJ: WHY THE HELL NOT?
GMtN: One, our insurance couldn't cover that even if we gave them ALL the money, two, someone would die
MHJ: So?
GMtN: So, you know the rules
DK: Well then what kind of match ARE we going to have?
MHJ: I'm sure Murphy would like a match where I couldn't cheat and hurt his little feelings
DK: Nah Jackie, how bout you just try to beat me straight up.....just once
MHJ: How bout we let it all hang out, weapons and all
DK: <slowly standing> Works for me......let's do it in a cage too!
MHJ: <standing as well> You're on Murphy. I'm gonna drag this out so I can wail on you for the entire night
DK: Say the word Moosey.....
<the tension is about to boil over when Nate looks up and grins>
GMtN: GOT IT! Sit down....both of you <surprisingly they do> What we are going to have is the first ever OOWF Crucible Match
MHJ: What the hell is that?
GMtN: One hour iron man match.....
DK: We've done those.....
GMtN: But this one is split up....the first fifteen minutes is under Onslaught rules. The next fifteen minutes is a straight match.....the next fifteen minutes is anything goes weapons match......and the final fifteen is inside a cage.
MHJ: That's a Three Stages of Hell match essentially
GMtN: Not quite.....you only get 30 seconds between match types. Just enough time to lower the cage, bring out the weapons or go over the onslaught rules.
<Moose and DK both consider this for a moment then smirk and not>
MHJ & DK: Deal
GMtN: Fine. I'll draw it up and send the contract to your locker rooms for signatures. Dismissed
<Moose and Murphy both give Nate an odd look, then get up and head out of the office>
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 6:00:46 GMT -5
Alexis Darling
*Some Dive Bar*
Two-fifths of the Saints of Sinners are sitting in a back booth checking the door as it seems they are waiting for the rest of their group to show up. Chloe & Fulton are playing a heated game of quarters when all of a sudden the door slams open and in walks Alexis Darling. She's quickly followed by the rest of the Suicide Kings. Christian Carter specifically is trying to block her way and screaming about a time and a place, but Lexie shoves past him and makes a beeline right for Chloe. Fulton is about to get up when a hand on his shoulder by the masked man stops him for a moment. Chloe does get to her feet but she's pushed right back down onto her seat by Alexis.
Chloe: I thought you were past this jealousy Lexie.
Alexis slides into the seat next to Fulton while Carter just shakes his head and takes the seat next to Chloe and Jose & Jason are getting drinks at the bar but making sure to keep an eye on the proceedings in the booth.
Lexie: You know, here's the thing Clio.
Chloe: My name is...
Lexie: I don't give two flying fucks what your name is. Glory, Clio, Chloe, Jack's bitch...whatever, it's all the same.
Chloe looks like she's about to jump over the table but Carter puts his arm out to stop her.
Fulton: Watch that arm or I'll have no issue breaking it.
Carter: If I had any idea what Jack sees in you, it'd be a miracle. But how bout we let the ladies talk before this becomes a thing.
Lexie: As I was saying; you and I...we don't like each other. Hell, I think the entire lot of you Saints isn't worthy of a second thought besides LD. But Carter and I made an agreement with regards to my personal animosity towards you and yours. You stay out of my business and I won't make you my business. You crossed that line.
Chloe: I figured you'd be happy I weakened your brother and got Fire to cave. You have no love loss for them.
Lexie: Do what you wish with Fire, but the problem is I don't want nor need my brother weakened. I want him broken. I want him to see exactly what his attitude has cost him. I want him to know despair. And only I can give that to him. You tried to take that from me. So I'm gonna have to take something from you.
Chloe: And what exactly do you think you can take from me? I'm getting everything I wanted. Fire's weak. Fire's scared. And she's agreed to give me what I want.
Lexie: You silly, silly little dumb girl. You can take that fake bravado and play it for the people who buy it. You know you're stepping into a lion's den and you can't tame the beast but that's not what I'm talking about. Here's all you need to know Chloe, one day you're going to wake up and you're going to realize you missed it all. You missed the rise of the new empire and the only thing you'll be able to say is "Oh Damn." And when that day comes, let this be a reminder of what I do to those who cross me.
Lexie leaps out of her seat and jumps across the table spilling drinks as she drills Chloe with a headbutt right to the face that shatters her nose. Carter looks shocked as it doesn't look like something he was privy to. Fulton tries to get up but he's held down for just a second by the masked man behind him, but he's able to reach out with one hand and grab one of Lexie's arms. Chloe wipes her hand across her face and sees the blood which just angers her and she lashes out at Lexie. Carter tries to hold her back, but that happens just as Fulton's able to free himself from the booth and he pulls Carter off Chloe and spins him around and gives him a hard shove into the wall. That brings over Reyna & Allen who grab Fulton, but not much more happens as the door opens and Stank & LD Williams walk in and shake their heads as they see the situation...
*To Be Continued???*
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Post by wyattcox on Aug 17, 2014 6:02:36 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack
<Moose walks in behind Stank and LD, and things quiet for a moment as Jack walks up to the table>
MHJ: What the fuck is going on?
CC: Nothing Jack, we were just.....
MHJ: <glaring at Alexis> I wasn't talking to you Carter
<Lexie slowly gets to her feet and stares Jack in the eyes>
Lex: Your pet and I were just having a little conversation. She crossed a line....
MHJ: And what line might that be?
Lex: Alex is mine. I will break him.
MHJ: Oh really? And just when did you plan on getting off your ass and doing that?
Lex: On my own time. When I am ready to break him
MHJ: Uh huh
<things get real tense for another minute, Reyna tries to ease the tension>
JR: Hey, its just a misunderstanding between Lexie and Chloe. The Saints can trust the Queen of Kings
MHJ: <never taking his eyes off of Lexie> The Queen of Kings is a Darling, which means I wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire. I damn sure will never, ever, trust her
Lex: <smirking> Your sister is a Darling.....a fact you would LOVE to forget
MHJ: My sister is a Quinn who made a terrible mistake
<while Lexie and Moose stare one another down, LD speaks up>
LD: So.....we gonna do this or what?
<the Kings and Saints glare at one another again>
SF: Ok.....this needs to be done
<Stan turns to the masked man and PUNCHES him right between the eyes dropping him to the ground. Stan looks down at him>
SF: Don't ever fucking touch me again, asshole
<tensions rise as we........fade>
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