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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:41:54 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Socastee, South Carolina!
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Chris Cole vs. Thim Reynolds
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Altrageous vs. Capellan
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] kz vs. The Chickenshit Heels
OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Match - No Time Limit[/u] Jim Jones vs. Concrete TG
Dog Collar Chain Match[/u] Ax-Man vs. UnderDawg
Canadian Dragon vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Uncle Entity The Devil's Brigade vs. The Halfrican Americans Spin Hansen vs. Josh O'Neal Seraph & Sriram vs. The Team From Down Under
Card Subject to Blooregard Q. Kazoo
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:42:17 GMT -5
OOWF T.V. fades to a commercial break:
This week, on True Hollywood Stories…
Reporter: “How does a man go from this…”
**Footage of Johnny Adrenaline on the golf course, and in his spacious home.**
R: “…to this…”
**Footage of Johnny and AA dumpster diving.**
R: “Intercontinental Champion, Tag Team Champion, promo artist extraordinaire. Johnny Adrenaline rode the tide of Superstardom in the OOWF. Unfortunately, that tide carried him into a sea of excess. Alcohol, gambling, prostitutes, as fast as Johnny rose to the top, his decline was even faster. To get the truth we spoke in-depth with two men who watched Adrenaline’s downward spiral first hand; Co-worker Moosehead Jack:”
MHJ: “It’s just hard to watch, you know? We saw it coming, but there was nothing we could do. We tried…trust me.”
R: “And former best friend, L.D.Williams:”
LDW: “I…I just couldn’t team with him any more. I was getting rich off the gambling, but it just wasn’t worth it anymore.”
**As the camera fades back to the reporter, L.D. flashes an evil smile.**
R: “Join us as we chronicle the downfall of OOWF Superstar Johnny Adrenaline. This week, on True Hollywood Stories.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:42:39 GMT -5
[Attitude Adjuster is seen in the locker room eating a sandwich in front of a new mini TV, watching the True Hollywood Stories commercial as it fades out. And how about that, Johnny walks in a split second too late.]
JA: I miss anything?
AA: Not really. Only the commercial for the TV show that's gonna be hyping you this week.
JA: ME?? I mean... yeah, that one. Let me see the commercial.
AA: I don't have TiVo on this thing.
JA: What, couldn't afford it with the sandwich budget?
AA: No! ... I just had money on Portugal.
JA: Dumbass...
AA: When the hell did they do a TV show about you? I don't remember it. I mean, they would've had me all up in that shit. I could've gotten Uma, too. It could've been huge.
JA: Remember when the cameras followed us in the bar when we were setting up that fatass Capslock and his buddy there?
AA: Um... actually, no I don't.
JA: Well, they were there. You were too busy eating or something.
AA: Speaking of eating, I shouldn't have eaten that sandwich in the dumpster.
JA: Made ya sick, didn't it?
AA: No, it had pepperoni on it. I've been craving pepperoni ever since.
JA: Never mind the asskicking we took from those two cowards. I mean, I expect petty shit like that from a no talent bum like Williams, but Moose? I thought he was a badass who didn't need to jump people from behind.
AA: Like us?
JA: Just like us.
[fade out]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:43:01 GMT -5
A cheesy swirling edit reveals Sean Mooney and Jim Jones standing infront of the blue OOWF screen, Mooney just holds the mic for Jones to speak.
JJ: Concrete TG, I beat you twice already! Let's make this 1, 2, 3!!!!!!!!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:43:21 GMT -5
<We are inside the 3PS locker room. Altrageous is sitting on a comfy chair whith Sugar & Spice in his lap. Firechild is sitting on a couch and Chris Cole is pacing. The monitor is playing a Thim Reynolds vs. Seraph match.>
CC: Firechild, I'm going to need you this week.
FC: I'm injured. They say any more shots to the head and my career may be over.
CC: It is a risk I'm willing to take.
FC: Why? You're fighting a massage therapist.
CC: Look, Thim is a cheating son of a bitch. I trust him as far as I can tyhrow him. You've seen that fat bastard, it isn't far.
Alt: Calm down Champ. It will be fine.
CC: Seeing as you have that chumpstain Capellan this week I can see why you are so lax. I'm nopt going to take anybody softly though. I worked hard to becvome World Heavyweight Champion and NOBODY is going to take that away from me.
Alt: Spice, I think Cole needs to relax. Work your magic.
<Spice gets up and walks over to Cole. She starts massaaging his shoulders.>
Spice: Champ, I know you are going top beat the living hell out of that British you suck and are banned this week. You are the champ for a reason. He doesn't stand a chance.
CC: She really knows how to relax a man doesn't she?
Alt: Damn straight. Hey Firechild. Make yourself useful and go get us some booze and some more companionship. Theree is no need to waste this night.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:43:41 GMT -5
<Chris Cole leaves the 3Piece Set locker room and heads down the halls. As he wanders deep in thought he hears a voice, immediately recognizable>
Well, if it isn't the champ <Jack steps out of the shadows>
CC: And don;t you forget it either Jack
MHJ: Hey now, why the hostility? Rumor around the back is that you are trying to rally some support for your match against Thim this week.
CC: So, what of it? Firechild has every right to be my second during the match.
MHJ: Cole, you are a smart man, so when an opportunity arises, you will take it. Think this through. All we want is for Thim to get a fair shot at the gold. One on one, the better man wins.
CC: You are not fooling anyone Jack, the second I agree to that, you and Williams hit the ring and take me out and Thim steals my title.
MHJ: <after a pause> I am not sure what I can say to alleve your fears. You have my word, Thim wants to do this on his own, and me and Williams will honor his wishes. So the ball is in your court....
<Jack steps close to Cole>
....and being the smart guy you are, I certainly think you can see that having kz with you rather than against you is a good thing. Keep it on the level Cole, and maybe we can all do business together to eliminate some common enemies. Think about what is in your best interest.
Trust me.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:44:02 GMT -5
*TTFDU with SFJ37*
SFJ: So you guys are facing Seraph and Sriram, who just wrestled each other last week. Any comments?
OBJ: A thrown together tag team against us? The Rick must have been hitting the flask pretty hard.
GB: Maybe they should watch the tape of last week's Mayhem. One of them might not be so happy with the other, not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
SFJ: Speaking of last week's Mayhem, some of the fans seem a little down on you guys.
OBJ: Because of that little rib we pulled on the Halfricans, sending them in against the Devils Brigade? You have to understand, new guys like that have to pay their dues a little. Besides, I was dryer than a dead dingo's donger, and needed a little amber nectar for hydration. *drinks Fosters, the usual belch* Australian for sports drink!
SFJ: I thought athletes drank Gatorade.
GB: Hey, did you know the history of Gatorade? It's a fascinating story, involving the athletes of...
SFJ: Sorry, we're out of time. Back to you, Scheme Gene!
*Scheme Gene is on his cell phone, unaware he's now on the air*
SG: You want me to appear in a porn film? I'm flattered... of course I have been working out. I'm curious about what actresses I'd work with...what do you mean there aren't any actresses? Hey! Who do you think you're talking to, pal... oh, nevermind. I keep getting calls for him for some reason.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:44:21 GMT -5
<Chris Cole busts into the kz lockeroom. He looks at LD Williams and then at Moosehead Jack.>
CC: Tell your boy to scram.
MHJ: LD, I’ll get back with you in a minute. Give us a minute.
<LD nods and walks out giving Cole a hard shoulder bump on his way out>
CC: I’ve thought about your proposal.
MHJ: And?
CC: Look there are a few more complications. Even if I were to trust that you and LD would steer clear of the match, which I don’t, there is still the issue of that masked freak Canadian Dragon running around gunning for me. If I go out there alone I’m a sitting duck for that ladder jumping psycho. We already know he has no respect for the World Title after his incident with stealing the belt. I’ll make sure the match with Thim is one on one if you show some good faith and take out the freak. Now the ball is in your court.
<Cole smiles, pats the World Title on his shoulder and walks out.>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:44:42 GMT -5
## Cole grins, opens the door and walks straight into Thim . . .
TR: Cole, how's it hanging?
CC: fine. What the fuck do you want.
TR: whoa! What happened to all this respect man?
CC: Hey, I may not like any of you but I've been the distance with people like Moose . . . I know what he can do and I know where he's coming from. You . . . I don't know you Thim. Moose tells me that you guys are hanging together and that I should give you a shot, well, fair enough. Everyone needs a shot every now and then and you get yours this week but rest assured Thim. After you lose at this weeks Midweek Mayhem you're not getting any kind of rematch. You didn't do anything to deserve this shot, you're not having another.
TR: Don't stress Chris. All I was looking for was a one on one title match - one shot is all I'll need as long as it's straight. The last thing either of us need is that Canadian Jumping Bean Canadian Dragon getting in the way.
CC: as long as we see eye to eye on that Thim we'll just have to disagree on the result until after the match
TR: that we will Cole, that we will
## Thim stands aside and lets Chris Cole out, just tripping him slightly as he goes past . . . Thim waves at Cole
TR: see you Wednesday Chris
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:45:01 GMT -5
**Chris Cole has left the kz locker room and L.D. Williams has returned.**
LD: “Nope.”
MHJ: “It’s a fair proposal.”
LD: “It is, except that Cole’s the one making it. Thim’s one of us. He’s taking the title, and. anyone who gets in his way dies – that’s a given. Outside of that, if you’re asking me to choose between the Set and Canadian Dragon, I say we back Dragon.”
MHJ: “The Set would make good allies.”
LD: “The Set are no different than Eric. One of him was hard enough to stomach, never mind three.”
MHJ: “And Dragon’s better?”
LD: “Dragon’s nuts, but he’s dangerous as hell. That makes him more our speed. Truth is, we don’t need either one, and neither is going to settle for Thim taking the belt.”
MHJ: “True. But we stay out of it, Thim won’t get a fair shot.”
LD: “Well I’m not taking out Dragon for the Set unless you give me a really good reason why I should.”
MHJ: “-”
LD: “And don’t even THINK about saying ‘Trust Me’.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:45:21 GMT -5
<The conversation continues>
MHJ: Well you know there is no way Dragon is going to listen to reason, especially coming from us.
LDW: Then we will just have to take him out, he can't interfere if he can't walk
MHJ: That is true. But that still gives us no guarantees from Cole and Alt
TR: Like Williams said, they are a bunch of poofters anyway, we don't need 'em. Beside, any alliance we make with them will end when I beat Cole
LDW: Face it Moose, they have what we want, and when we get it, it is gonna lead to more violence, no matter what we agree on.
MHJ: Well then, I think we only have one solution. We should pay Rick a little visit and see if we can't make this a cage match.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:45:45 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster has called a meeting of The Chickenshit Heels Posse. In attendance are Johnny Adrenaline, Ric Flair, Ron Simmons, Abdullah the Butcher, Repo Man, Fred the Monkey and Jesus C. Kidneypuncher.
AA: Look, guys, here’s the situation. As you all know, Johnny and I were recently attacked by Mooseheadjack and LD Williams while attempting to find our Box O’ Promos in a dumpster. Over the last few weeks, we have been out-heeled by KZ. This is very disturbing. Now, LD Williams has created a mockumentary of Johnny. These are all classic heel traits. And if they are the heels in this feud, that means we have become the defacto faces. This is not a good thing. We are The Chickenshit HEELS, not the Chickenshit FACES. Besides, who’s ever heard of a face that’s chicken? It just doesn’t work. Therefore, our entire gimmick would be ruined. And without a gimmick, we’re nothing.
JA: Umm, I was the Intercontinental Champion.
AA: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Does this always have to be about you? I’m concerned about the gimmick and all you can think about is your past glories? Johnny, stay on course here!
Now then, we do not want to become faces, right? Ric, remember the times when you were a face?
RF: REMEMBER? REMEMBER BEING A FACE? I GOT THE CRAP BEAT OUT OF ME! I COULDN’T CHEAT! MY PROMOS SUCKED! SPACE MOUNTAIN CLOSED! I NEEDED VIAGRA!
AA: And Ron, remember when you were a face? Granted, you held the WCW World Title, but it was an afterthought. As a heel, you were Doom. You were The Acolytes. You kicked ass and took names and drank beer!
RS: DAMN!
AA: And Abdullah. You were a face once, in Japan. You cut a GAWD DAMN PROMO IN YOUR LITTLE SQUEAKY VOICE! That sucked.
So team, we have to out-heel KZ. We have to do something so dastardly that fans want to cheer KZ and boo us again. I don’t want to hang around Terry Taylor and Tim Horner! I want to be a heel!
JA: So you have a plan?
AA: Of course I have a plan. My plan is right outside this door. My plan will make us the biggest heels in the OOWF. I present to you, my plan!
Everyone stares at the locker room door. It begins to open, and then a large man walks through the door.
TCH Posse: BIG BOSSMAN!
AA: That’s right, Big Bossman. The man who dragged Big Show’s mother’s casket behind his car. The man who killed and cooked Al Snow’s dog. The man, who as Big Bubba Rogers, was the original 911. Bossman has guaranteed to me that he will make The Chickenshit Heels the biggest heels in the OOWF.
JCK (to Johnny): Isn’t Big Bossman dead?
JA: So are you. But this is AA’s promo, so roll with it.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:46:05 GMT -5
Stank is at his home in Atlanta. Music is playing loudly on the stereo. SFJ's 3-AB2 through 3-AB25 are lounging around the swimming pool in the backyard. Stank is sitting in his fully furnished basement only on his third beer. On the big screen plays a compialation of Drink & Destroys greatest matches. A hellacious cage match between D&D and Hellion and Corax concludes and the match for D&D's first tag title reign against 3 Piece Set is about to begin when SFJ 3-AB4 walks downstairs. Stank pauses the DVD.
SFJ 3-AB4 - Hey you coming to play with us anytime soon?
Stank - Not now babe. I'm busy.
SFJ 3-AB4 - What are you watching?
Stank - *sigh* Look, I promise to be up shortly. Could you just leave me alone for a minute?
SFJ 3-AB4 - Excuuuuuuse me.
The sexy female journalist leaves. Stank unpauses the DVD and pops open another beer. Stank watches a few more minutes of the DVD then pauses. He looks around the the room with a bit of unease. The phone rings 3 times before one of the SFJs upstairs picks up.
SFJ 3-AB9 - STANK! JOSH O'NEAL IS ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!
Stank - TELL HIM I'LL CALL HIM BACK!... Now... is there an Invisible Ninja Cameraman in here?
*silence*
Stank - I KNOW you're in here! I heard the creak on the floor behind me! GET THE FUCK OUT!
The scene cuts to Josh O'Neal on his cell phone.
JO - What do you mean he'll call me back?
SFJ 3-AB9 - Sorry. That's all he said. *click*
JO - Bu.. dumb bitch.
Josh flips his cell closed and walks down the hall toward his locker room when he is NAILED from behind by Spin "Freakin" Hansen, wielding a steel chair. Josh goes down HARD!
SH - Heh, Heh, too easy.
Spin enters Josh's locker room.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:46:27 GMT -5
(Josh is now cuffed to a pipe in the locker room, unable to move. Spin is lecturing him, as he looks on...)
SH: Josh, Josh, Josh. You just don't get it, do you? You fall for the same old tricks. You keep on making the same mistakes. And every time, you pay for them.
Remember what went on on your first leave? Going to a bar, hitting on that girl? Trying to get her to go out back with you for activities best left unmentioned? Remember spilling your beer on some guy next to you, then playing it off as though it was someone else's fault?
And then you and that guy fought, made up, and became running buddies every time you came back into town? I remember it. I remember it well.
We had some good times in the past, Josh. We epitomized the very nature of drinking and destroying. More than those assclowns that used to hang out here that you joined. You had my back and I yours. We were tight.
JO: I don't know you! What are you talking about?
SH (continuing unaffected) And then you threw it all away. You had to make one... simple... mistake.
You deprived me of the one thing in my life that made me happier than anything else. And from what I've seen, I'm not the only person whose life you've ruined.
JO: STOP SAYING THAT! IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT STANK IS TAKING A BREAK AND THAT CAPSLOCK IS MISSING!
SH: Is it? How sure are you about that? I think that you're a pox, Josh. I think that you exist solely to make others miserable. And I think that it's time for a little bit of payback.
(Spin opens Josh's locker and pulls out Josh's Drink & Destroy mug and T-Shirt. He walks over to Josh, and shatters the mug over his head. O'Neal looks up, his face a canvas of blood and indescribable anger.)
SH: I'm note done yet. Like I've said earlier... if you play with fire, you're going to get burned. Nothing can bring back what you took from me. And nothing will be able to bring this trinket back, either.
(Spin pulls a Zippo from his trunks, and sets the Drink & Destroy T-shirt aflame, laughing...)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:51:45 GMT -5
## theRick is sat in his office looking kinda stressed, baseball is on the TV in the background and an open bottle of whisky is on the desk. After a knock on the door Thim Reynolds enter, closely followed by Mooseheadjack and LD Williams
TR: hiya theRick
## Thim beams a huge smile across the room to theRick who in turn folds his arms on his desk and slumps his head into them
tR: oh god what now . . .
## theRick sit back upright, brushes himself down, necks what remains in the glass of whisky
tR: Thim, Moose, LD . . . what can I do to help you all today? Who would you like banned, who are you going to demand a match with or a match cancelled against or, well I don't know . . . MHJ: nothing like that Rick, we just want a bit of fairness around here LDW: yea Rick, we're not all bad TR: we just want a little bit of justice round here
## at that theRick nearly drops the bottle of whisky
tR: Justice!! From you lot!! Pull the other one TR: no really theRick, we mean it MHJ: take a look Rick, what is wrong with this picture tR: ?? LDW: (pats the belt around his waist) Gold!! MHJ: (pats the belt on his shoulder) Gold!! TR: (looks up, down, left and right but pats nothing) Hmmmmm, no gold MHJ: and we don't think that that's exactly fair now do we guys
## Thim and LD Williams both shake their heads
tR: and what do you want me to do about it, Thim's got a one on one title match this week hasn't he? That's what you've been asking for, you earned the shot and now you've got it. TR: true enough but we all know what's going to happen . . . no one around here trust's anyone and with good reason. I've got my shot sure but it's just going to turn into a huge pier six. The minute Alt and Firechild appear down Moose and LDW will head out to get my back . . . that nutter Dragon will probably show his face there too and at some point it'll all erupt and the ref will call a DQ tR: I should damn well hope so TR: but Cole is such an ass clown he's going to use that as an excuse to duck me claiming that I've had my shot and don't deserve another one tR: so WHAT DO YOU WANT!! MHJ: oh that's easy, we want a cage match . . . tR: huh, you three against Chris Cole?? No way LDW: no no no, like my friend here said we just want justice. Thim Reynolds Vs Chris Cole one on one inside a cage TR: just to keep other 'interested parties' out of the way so to speak tR: hmmm, let me think about it (theRick flicks through some of the papers on his desk) . . . no TR: why the hell not?? tR: how many reasons would you like?? a, it's your first match one on one for the title - don't spoil it by putting a cage in the way. b, we don't have a cage with us this week. c, do you have any idea how much it would cost to get a cage shipped out here at short notice?? 4, NO now FUCK OFF!!! TR: well the rest of the set damn well better stay out of my way this week or they're going to have hell to pay come on guys, it's obviously his time of the month or something . . .
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:52:07 GMT -5
(CTG is working out in his abandoned gym when the Invisible Ninja Cameraman finds him. He's in the middle of a set of preacher curls as he speaks)
Jim Jones.... It seems you think that you're invincible against the likes of me. Well, this is one time we will find out for sure, won't we? Because time isn't going to be the issue. This time there are no limits... I'm sure that scares you, doesn't it, Jim? This isn't 1979 anymore. Your style against my strength (slow curl for emphasis) my speed (three fast curls) and the unpredictability of my moves (sets the hexagonal dumbbells on the bench and actually pushes up in a handstand) it won't matter, will it?
(CTG drops back down and puts the dumbells aside)
I've got all the time in the world, Jim Jones.... but three seconds is all I really need, right?
(CTG smirks as the scene fades to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 20:52:42 GMT -5
Big Bossman is out in the forest, dressed in his SWAT uniform. Attitude Adjuster is standing next to him. BB: Attitude Adjuster, you made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I thrill in upsetting people. I enjoy making people angry. I am the ultimate heel in professional wrestling, boy. So when you said you needed help out-heeling Mooseheadjack and LD Williams, well, I must say I was honored to work with the No. 1 PROMO MAN IN THE OOWF! AA: So what have you come up with Bossman, and why are we out here in this field? BB: Well, I did some research, and I found that Mooseheadjack is an evil, evil man. He’d punch his own momma in the gut for a piece of chewing gum. Moose, you’re a bastard and your momma told me so! But Mooseheadjack also has a soft side. A soft side that not many know about. See, Moose loves animals. He’s had many pets over the years. Dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils... AA: Moose had a gerbil? Did he turn it sideways and stick it… BB: Now, now. Let’s not infringe on other wrestler’s catchphrases. But let’s just say that Momma Moose once had to take Lil’ Moose to the hospital for some emergency “extraction.” AA: OWWW!!! BB: Anyway, I found that Mooseheadjack has a favorite pet right now. It’s an unusual pet, but then again Mooseheadjack is an unusual person. And Mooseheadjack loves his dear pet, don’t you Moose? You’d hate to see something happen to “Fluffy” wouldn’t you? AA: Fluffy? Moose calls his pet Fluffy? What is it? A poodle? A Chihuahua? A little goldfish? BB: Nope. Give Mooseheadjack credit. He has a pet befitting his personality. Or should I say “had” a pet befitting his personality. You see, last night, I took a wander over to Mr. Moose’s house. It was quiet and dark, pretty easy to sneak into that back yard. And standing there in the back yard was Fluffy. Just as happy as can be. Even ate some food out of my hand. The stupid thing never saw it coming. I pulled out my Cobb County registered rifle, put it between Fluffy’s eyes and… AA: You killed Fluffy!? BB: Moose, Fluffy’s not coming back to you. Forget about stapling lost posters of your dear, dear pet, Moose. Because Fluffy’s right here. And he’s not coming back! BB & AA: Bahahahahahahahaa!! AA: But wait, there’s more! While Bossman was out killing Fluffy, Johnny Adrenaline and I were paying a visit to a special friend of LD Williams. A secret special friend that LD doesn’t want people to know about. But we know, LD. We know. Monkeys in the truck, roll the footage! The screen flickers to see AA and JA sneaking into a suburban house. They climb through an open bathroom window. The towels hanging from the shower are monogrammed “AC.” We hear AA doing commentary. AA: We’re in the home of LD Williams’ special friend. They’ve known each other a long time, but LD tries to keep the relationship a secret. Well, LD, we found out about your little secret. We found out about the secret bank account and the monthly payments. And recently, we found that you’re making secret visits on weekends between Midweek Mayhems. JA: Nice plug, AA. AA: Thanks, Johnny. JA: Anytime. AA: So let’s sneak into the bedroom and find out who this special friend is, shall we? AA and JA sneak into a bedroom. Asleep in the bed is a man familiar to some in the OOWF. It’s the retired Antonio Cutter. Hanging on the walls are recent autographed photos of LD Williams. AA: See, LD Williams has never forgotten how he broke Antonio Cutter’s neck. Oh, he blamed it on Johnny, but doctors have told us that it was the chairshot by LD that caused the damage, not the botched Adrenaline Rush. JA: Hey, I slipped on some blood! AA: It’s OK, Johnny. It’s wasn’t your fault. Snitzky says so, too. In fact, it was all the fault of LD Williams. And he knows it. That’s why he’s been secretly writing checks to Antonio Cutter for the past year. LD feels guilty. But with guilt came friendship. And LD, now with friendship comes consequences! JA and AA attack Cutter and start beating him with punches and kicks. Cutter awakes and tries to fight back, but he’s obviously not in wrestling shape anymore. JA and AA drag Cutter outside to a pool deck. They drag Cutter onto a diving board for added height, then hit an ADRENALINE RUSH on the CONCRETE POOL DECK! AC: My neck! Ahhhhhh! I think you broke my freaking neck! AHHHH!!!!!!! The film fades to black, then comes back to AA and Bossman in the forest. They are joined by Johnny Adrenaline. All of them are standing next to the dead moose. Johnny is holding a photo of Cutter busted open on the pool deck and holding his neck. AA: Moose, LD! You wanted to provoke The Chickenshit Heels? You want make us faces? No one makes Attitude Adjuster and Johnny Adrenaline faces until we say we’re faces! Fluffy is dead, Moose! LD, Antonio Cutter has a three broken vertebrae in his upper neck! And it’s all your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Yourrrrrrr fauuuuulllllllttttt!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:32:07 GMT -5
<Mhj is in the back watching TCH's promo. A wave of anger flashes over his face, and Jack takes a few moments before he speaks>
Adrenaline, Capps, you wanted to make this personal? You think by taking this to a personal level makes me fear you? You think doing what you did makes me respect you any more? Or fear you two? I got news for you two, all you did was make me more determined to hurt you, make you bleed, and end your career.
I want you two to enjoy the fresh air, I want you both to see how precious life is....
Cause at MidWeek Mayhem, the breaths you take after the bell rings, will be your last.
Trust me
<Jack punches the camera and sends it tumbling to the ground and walks off>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:32:52 GMT -5
SFJ # 47 is Walking up to JW westgaard who is the Rehab center following his neck surgery.
He is leaning on some equipment watching a TV
JW is watching the Chicken shit heels promo
JW (with anger in his eyes): You've got to be fucking kidding me.....
SFJ 47: What's Wrong JW?
JW: Well that asshole Adrenaline, just keeps giving me motivation to go back to the OOWF, first him and his big fat friend put me and Tommy on the shelf. Now they go and attack the man who was my first ally & friend in the OOWF when I was a rookie. Him and LD ended Cutters career, LD's been a man about it, but Johnny has been spineless, but I gues that his way of doin things.
SFJ47: So you'll be back in the OOWF?
JW: Doctor says minimum of 8 weeks, there was no Structural Damage to the vertebrae in the area that protects my Spinal cord, only where the ligaments attach to the bone, so the recovery time will be a lot shorter.
SFJ47: What about Wilder?
JW: his back is healing up quite nicely....he's doin a lot of rehab in the pool....they've got this big mountain of a man in there standin in from of the diving board to make sure Tommy's not doin triple gainers and shit when they're not looking.
SFJ47: Good well we're looking forward to having you guys back in the OOWF.
JW: one last thing.....Johnny you better pray Cutter is ok, because if he's not ....... the small shred of mercy that Tommy and I Might have showed you and fatso, just might dissapper. Remember..... that which does not kill us, will only make crazier!
[Edited on 7-11-2006 by birdyman47]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:34:21 GMT -5
<Jack, still livid from TCH promo storms down the hall to 3PS locker room, without knocking Jack walks in>
CC: Well, come in Jack.
Alt: Ever hear of knocking? <Jack shoots Altrageous a look and he goes back to his business with Sugar and Spice>
MHJ: Cole, we need to talk, tell these two to dissapear.
CC: FC, Alt, give us a minute ok?
<Altrageous, Sugar & Spice and Firechild leave>
MHJ: I'm sure by now that you heard Rick wouldn't make it a cage match.
CC: yes I did. And where the hell do you guys get off asking for a cage match anyway?
MHJ: Simply a means of keeping others out.
CC: Like you and Williams
MHJ: Like Alt and FC
CC: I don't need their interference to beat Reynolds
MHJ: And Thim doesn't need our interference to beat you
CC: Is that a fact?
<getting nose to nose with Cole>
MHJ: That's a fact.
CC: I'm real scared Moose
MHJ: Damn right your scared, I can see it in your eyes. That title means everything to you.
<Cole eyes Jack nervously, he and Jack stare each other down>
CC: So is this how its gonna be? C'mon Jack, you might get the first shot in, but the second there is trouble, Alt and Firechild will be back in here, and you will be done.
<MHJ stares for a moment, then a wicked grin spreads across his face>
MHJ: Nah, Cole, not right now. You just make sure your boys stay away from the ring, and I will make sure me and Williams stay in the back as well. Just know this, if Alt and Firechild so much as step foot from behind that curtain, me and Williams will be all over them. If that is what you want, so be it. That is your decision.
CC: What if Dragon shows up?
MHJ: Well it appears that Dragon's beef is with you, not us. If he makes it our business, then he will have problems.
<Jack stares at Cole for a second more, then turns and walks out of the room without saying another word>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:35:11 GMT -5
Capellan's music hits the arena and the crowd goes wild. There's a long pause in which Capellan doesn't appear, and then a taxi rolls out and down to the edge of the ring.
Capellan hops out to a thunderous ovation, pays the cab driver, and climbs into the ring with a mic.
"A lot of you are probably asking: so Capellan, what happened about the drug charges?" he begins, "Well, let's just say that all charges werte dropped and Niles Anderson is now stinking up some two-bit Columbian Wrestling Federation."
The crowd roars.
"And some of you are probably wondering why I'm cutting a promo like I'm Hardbody Harris." Cap continues.
The crowd roars again.
"And that's because I want to make one thing perfectly clear to Chris Alt - because if he thinks I'm calling him 'Altrageous', he's even stupider than that name - and his running buddies. I am not Hardbody Harris. I am not a quitter."
The crowd half roars, half murmurs, wondering how to take that. Is this a hell turn?
"Look, I know you guys loved Harris, and I'm sure he was a great guy, though I can't say for sure since he was a little too busy in his Treehouse to ever hang out with the rest of us, but face facts: when 3PS came after Harris, he ran. When they came after me, I took everything those punks could throw for two months, and then I took Firechild's title!"
That gets a whole-hearted roar.
"And that leaves me with just one more thing to say: Chris Alt, do your worst. Bring Slutty and Skanky to ringside to interfere. Have your buddy Chris Cole do a run in. Get yourself DQed. Cheat all you can. Because none of it will stop me. I will come after you and come after you and come after you, and unlike Hardbody Harris I will never quit. I will take back my title."
Capellan leaves to a thunderous ovation, but as he reaches the exit he turns back for one last word.
"And Capps and Adrenaline, if you think this means you two are off the hook ... think again."
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:35:36 GMT -5
*The camera fades to black to show a TV showing a tape of LD Williams and Moose talking. The TV shuts off and the room is filled with darkness.*
CD: "It's funny...all this talk about who is going to align with who. All this work to be as evil and dishonest as possible. It's like the more things change, the more the OOWF remains the home of the morraly corrupt.
You see, there's no difference between Niles and Cole. There's very little difference between Microplay and Viper. All of them have held a title they do not deserve. And for those of you keeping track...I took the title from Microplay, and I smashed Viper's dreams with a sledgehammer."
*The TV turns back on to show a tape of Dragon losing the OOWF title.*
CD: "But there is one thing that has changed. I have saw what happens in the OOWF. I know what it takes to be the OOWF champion....and I will hold the title again."
*The TV quickly cuts off and light fills the room to show that Dragon is standing in kz's empty locker room.*
CD: "Oh...and kz...sorry about the mess."
*With that the camera cuts off abrutely.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:36:22 GMT -5
*TTFDU are sitting in their locker room, feet up, adult beverages in hand, watching the promos*
OBJ: So, KZ, the Chickenshit Heels, the Set, all squaring off. And the Brigade and the Halfricans ready to explode.
GB: The Rojos on one side of town, the Baxters on the other, and us right in the middle.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:37:35 GMT -5
Cole Storms out of the 3PS locker room furiously after his confrontation with MHJ just as Alt and Spice re-enter.
Alt: Man what a hard ass!
The side locker room door open and in straggles Ax-man with a stethoscope around his neck.
Ax: You Alt I couldn't help but over hear from, ummm the other side of the the arena. He spots spice. Hey babe, long time no see ,he slaps her playfully on the ass and swipes one of Cole's fine Cuban cigars and lights it up and he then plops himself down in Coles custom leather chair. I may be seated? look sport I hear that your injured huh? You know you should really, consider taking some time off to heal up, you don't wanna end up with Bret Hart syndrome now.
Alt: How and the hell did you get in here and how long have you been listening at the door?
Ax: Sorry dude, let me introduce my self, I'm the Ax-man, founder and the original and best ever member of a little group you may have heard of called the 3 Piece Set.
Alt: Yeah I know all about you. Now answer my frigging questions!
Ax: Hey cool there champ, I've still got a few keys and combinations to some off the finest 3PS locker rooms all over the world and I’ve just happen to over here every thing that’s happened in the past couple of hours as I’ve been causally strolling around the hall way. He now pockets his stethoscope. Now then Christine, you must also know that I needed time off to heal a little myself and ended up at the wrong end of a beating for the most awful of crimes "not being there to win matches for the most useless sack of shit to ever wear the OOWF World title, your boss The Curtain Jerkin' Chrissie Cold. Any way take care with that concussion or what ever, just make sure to heal up and take all time you need, and don’t feel pressured to come back to the active roster any time soon and give my regards to girls that includes fire infant, and give my thanks to Chris "Herpes" Cole sore for the fine ass cigar.
Ax strides on out with a shit eating grin on his face as he puts out the half smoked cigar in the arm of Cole's leather chair. He then move over to Spice's Locker opens it with his big ass set O' keys and pulls out a set off Dog collars.
Ax: I'll just borrow these and this he grabs Spice. Got a big dog collar match coming up got some practice in. Feelin' limber honey?
Spice: You bet stud.
Ax and Spice exit
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 27, 2008 21:37:56 GMT -5
cuts to a loading dock in the bowels of the arena
The Devil's Brigade and SFJ # 52 are near a table where there's two bottles of Irish whiskey.....
Tommy O'Neil, opening the first bottle : So if doz two Silly ferry wanka 'alf pints <takes a pull of whiskey draing a bout a third of the bottle> fink dat dey even 'ave da sligh'est chance of winning ta'night .....den dey ah in fer a Rude awakening <take another huge pull off the bottle>
Harper Camby: Exactly Tommy, We're primed and ready to feast on these two chumps. Fly....Nayr, you see we don't really care about win/loss records we earn our shot by hurting people. <grabs the second bottle opens it and takes a big pull....not like Tommy, but a good amount none-the-less.)
TO: ya bet ya swee ass we hurt people, we put em in fekkin 'ospitals....jus ask dat Ferry Nancy boyo Viper.....or Semaj B. <finishes the bottle, and hands it to Harper>
HC: this goes out to the entire OOWF locker room, the Brigade is on the march and we're bringin Hell with us. < takes a pull and has about half the bottle left >
TO: Time to get Evil......
end interview
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