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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 11:26:13 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live From Conception Junction, Missouri
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Tytan vs. Bryce Larson
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. Moosehead Jack
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. Matt Folz & Stan Fulton
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Sean Moore
Elimination Match[/u] The Dead & Tyler Vangarde vs. Ravenna Blue & Concrete TG vs. Alexis Darling & DH Magnusson
The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Drink & Destroy Firewoman & Alexander Darling vs. Eric O'Mac & Davin Moreland Stank vs. J-P Sparxx
card subject to death by clouds
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 11:27:08 GMT -5
In the HALLWAY OF RANDOM DOORS
D.H. Magnusson : I can't believe I'm actually doin' this.
Lexie Darling : Oh stop it. It's not going to kill you. You might even change your mind.
DHM: He's an ass-
SFJ#88 charges up, microphone and cameraman in tow
SFJ88: Hi fans! It's me Candy, backstage with an EXCLUSIVE OOWF.COM weberview! And with me are D.H. Magnusson! And Alexis Darling! It's WONDERFUL of you both to join us!
DHM and LD stare at each other, blankly.
DHM: Weberview?
LD: No clue.
SFJ88: It's for all our WONDERFUL OOWF.COM fans!
DHM: Perky, ain't she?
LD: I give her 2 weeks.
DHM: Takin' th' under.
SFJ88: Coming up this week, the two of you are involved in what looks to be an incredible match, featuring two of the premier tag teams in the OOWF, The Dead & Tyler Vangarde and the team of Ravenna Blue & Concrete TG! What are your thoughts going into what should be an AMAZING showdown?
LD: We never overlook opponents, of course, but really - isn't calling them "premier" a stretch, even for you? On one hand we have, what? The leftovers from DEVILS, and on the other a pair of superhero wannabes? Oh, pardon me, a superhero wannabe and would be wannabe with a crush on Moosehead Jack? Please.
LD: DH and I have been in the ring with the best in the company today. We took the current champions to the limit and beyond, and we showed them twice that we could beat them in middle of the ring, and believe when I say that those two teams, they are nowhere NEAR the caliber of the competition we face night in and night out. Boys....and girl I guess...I'm so sorry to tell you this, but just simply better than you. And at mayhem, we'll show you just that.
SFJ88: Wow! Those were some VERY strong words from Alexis Darling! DH magnusson, do you have anything to add?
DHM stares at Lexie for a moment, about to say something, before grabbing the microphone and turning to the camera.
DHM: Y'know, Shannon me an' th' Dead had some wars a while back, an' I ain't never gonna sell him short, and th' Vangarde kid seems like he's got talent. An' then we got th' cape - the livin' legend of th' OOWF an' a broad with all th' heart an' guts y'gonna find. I ain't gonna sell neither team short, an' it's gonna be a fight - but fightin's what I do.
DHM: Y'see while everybody was playing scrabble tryin' to find th' coolest name for a pack of wolves, I was fightin'. An' while Blue was off pinin' for that piece of trash Moosehead jack, I was fightin'. An' while th' cape was off playin' cartoons up north, I was fightin'. It's what I do.
DHM: An' at Mayhem? We ain't goin' out there t'play scrabble. We ain't goin' out there t'be part of a soap opera or a cartoon. We're goin' out there t'fight. An' that's what's gonna put us on top.
DHM: Y'got your soundbyte - now hit th' bricks. I got a...thing.
DHM: I can't belive I let talk me inta...
LD: Oh, just shut up and come on.
LD shoulders past SJF88, pulling DHM through a door. As it shuts the plate becomes visible: Darling Executive Luxury Suites
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 11:28:14 GMT -5
No sooner do DH Magnusson and Lexie close the door to the Darling Executive Luxury Suites, then it flies open again, as GMtheRick busts in.
GMtR: Where is she?
LD: Who? Me?
GMtR: No, not you....*Alexander comes out of his room at the commotion*
GMtR: Your wife...where is she?
AD: She's getting ready to go, and she'll be the first one to tell you she has a name and it's not "Your wi--"
GMtR: She's going to call herself unemployed if she doesn't get her ass out here right now.
AD: Fine....fine....
Alex goes back into his room and a few minutes later emerges with Firewoman in tow, who looks like she just got out of the shower.
FW: Yes?
GMtR: Yes? That's all you have to say? After that performance in the ring?
FW: What do you mean?
GMtR: Look, I know you didn't want the rematch, but I expect you to be a professional. If I tell you you have a match with someone, I don't care who it is, you go out there and you do your damnedest to deliver what the people pay their hard-earned money to see, and that is a wrestling match, not an assault.
FW: Do you even WATCH wrestling?
GMtR: If I tell you wrestle a trained gorilla, you go out there with a smile and do your damnedest to make that gorilla tap out or get a pinfall! That is the way this world works, young lady, and if you think--
FW: You wanna talk professional? What kind of professionalism is it to put a known murderer in the ring?
GMtR: You kidding? You wanna compare records? I got at least three or four, one in this room, that--
FW: Not one that did it in YOUR RING, live on PPV. Who still gets free reign to do whatever he wants, including nearly killing ME. I don't need to tell you what happened to the last wrestler to do that, do I? And you reward him by giving him the belt?
Kayfabe looks up from a magazine and scowls.
FW: If you think I'm going to stand there and wait for him to do it again, you're full of shit. I didn't want the match, so I ended it. Period. You put me in the ring with him again, you'll get the same result. Besides, the fans seemed to think they got their "hard earned moneys' worth" of someone finally putting that monster on his ass and showing everyone what a pussy he really is when someone stands up to him. Now you wanna push this, we can see what the Board of Directors or any random state's commission has to say about it.
GMtR: .....
FW: ....
GMtR: Fine. It happens again, you're fired.
FW: It happens again, I won't stop with just Tytan.
GMtheRick stares as if he wants to test this, and then storms out. Everyone kind of looks around awkwardly. Alex pulls Fire to the side, and in case she decides she wants to follow Rick into the hallway.
AD: So.....you're feeling better?
FW: Yeah...I guess....
AD: What happened to 'Deathwish Fire?'
FW: I dunno...I guess I realized I didn't have anything to lose, and then it was just like...survival you know? Me or him, and that old instinct just took over and....to be honest, I don't remember much of it.
AD: Well....it's good to have the real you back. No more voices?
FW: No.......
AD: What's the matter?
FW: I dunno, it's just so....quiet.....like he's there....but he's just......waiting......
AD: Waiting for what?
FW: The right time ... to come back. But until then.....quiet....kinda lonely, too.
AD: Well, you won't be lonely for long, we--
FW: Really? *Fire's eyes perk up* We going...out?
AD: Later...we have a tag team match...me and you! Together in the ring again!
FW: Oh.....okay.
AD: Gee, try to be a little excited. It's against Davin and--
FW: Great...how exciting...Again. Rick and his redundant, unimaginative booking, I swear, he makes me wish I HAD signed with WWE...I'd at least be getting paid more for it...what?
AD: Are you done?
FW: ....... Okay...
AD: Davin and...Eric O' Mac.
Firewoman smiles, and it looks like the old Firewoman's smile.
AD: Thought that'd make you happy.
FW: It does sparkle with me.....
AD: Good...now, uh....*he looks over to DH Magnusson and Lexie* I've got some business to talk...but then we're going to that club you were talking about?
FW: Excellent. *another smile, but this one is ... different.*
Firewoman heads back into their room, and Alexander goes to join the others.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 11:28:59 GMT -5
Ravenna returns to her closet sized dressing room, ninja cameraman in tow.
She opens the door and begins packing for the next city, but she stops and kicks her table.
RB: Damnit!
She kicks her table over, sending her meditation table and it's contents flying.
SFJ16 appears out of nowhere.
SFJ!16: So Ravenna, how does it feel to lose, again?
Ravenna glares at her.
SFJ16: Some say you just haven't been yourself since the death of Ecosystem. What do you have to say to them?
She walks closer to the woman, who is completely oblivious to her own peril.
RB: I'd say they are right.
SFJ16 looks a bit stunned at her blunt response.
RB: We lost a good wrestler, no matter what anyone thinks about him. It's obvious to everyone that I had a lot of regrets. Hell, I still do. Losing him before I had the chance to really fully realize his impact on my career and life was devastating. I won't canonize him. But I also won't lie and say his death hasn't effected me. I don't think I've won a single match since his death.
SFJ16 starts flipping through some papers in her hands, but Ravenna stops her.
RB: It's fine Karen, I'm not worried about the past. All I can do is stop letting his death rule my life. The regrets of the past are just that and the sooner I can gt over it, the sooner I can move on.
SFJ16: Well, it looked for a while that you were moving on. Being seen in seedy bars with Moose Head Jack. Anything you wish to add to rumors that you are seeing each other.
Ravenna nearly snarls at the woman. Who takes a cautious step back.
RB: I see him regularly, like I see almost all of the members of OOWF.
SFJ16: But are you dating?
Ravenna steps closer to her, eyebrow raised. It seems like she's debating something and one of the options seems to be tearing this SFJ apart.
RB: It's hard to date someone who hears a lot and listens to little. Moose only feels anger, a lesson he has been all too willing to teach over and over again. He doesn't want to feel anything but anger, because it is comfortable. So he wears it like a suit. That being said, he'd rather be alone than open up to people and I can't compete with someone's lifetime of hate if they choose it. Now, if I can talk about wrestling and not this cheap Entertainment Tonight segment on my phantom love life, I'd appreciate it.
SFJ: But...what do you think Ecosystem would say to you dating a Quinn? The mouth of the beast, so to say?
Ravenna's already thin patience has taken all it could and she lunges at the woman, picking her up easily and hits her with a ROCKING Suplex Slam! The microphone falls out of SFJ's hand and Ravenna picks it up, brushing her hair back out of her face.
RB: I'd like to speak directly to those of you out there that want to know what Eco would do...what he would think. I'm here to tell you that it doesn't fricking matter. Eco doesn't care about who I'm seeing, or what Firewoman is doing. If I have any idea of what death is like, I certainly hope that it isn't worrying about what's going on here.
She takes a step closer to the camera.
RB: What I need is the support of my fans and the fans of professional wrestling. I've let you down. My thoughts have been too focused on getting over the loss of a great wrestler. And not on trying to become one. But I promise you, the fans of OOWF. That this Midweek Mayhem, I will focus on trying to be the best wrestler I can for you and for this sport.
I just hope you're all still with me.
I'm Ravenna Blue and the only person who can save me is myself.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 11:29:45 GMT -5
*Darling Executive Luxury Suite Meeting Room*
Alexander Darling and DH Magnusson are sitting on opposite sides of the table with Alexis sitting at the head of the table. It seems like a very tense room at the moment.
Alexander: Why do we have to be so formal about this?
Mags: You mean this isn't your idea?
Alexander: Why would I set up something like this?
Mags: Because you're an asshole.
Lexie: Would you cut that out?
DH just grumbles...
Alexander: Look, I know you don't like me.
Mags: That's putting it mildly.
Alexander: Whatever. That's not what matters.
Mags: And what does matter?
Alexander: The future DH, the future is what matters.
Mags: Okay, what about the future assh...I mean Alex.
Alexander: *sighs* You can call me an asshole or think of me as one all you want and part of you may be right. I have been an asshole and I can be one again.
Mags: Damn right you can be an asshole. My ankle will never be the same and you can think your money fixed everything, but it hasn't. I have a target now.
Alexander: I was a different person back then and you can believe that or not. At the end of the day the only thing that matters are my actions and if I haven't proven over the last year that I'm not the same Alexander Darling I was when I joined the OOWF, there's the door. You can leave.
DH stares Alexander in the eye for a long while before briefly turning and glancing at Alexis.
Mags: I may never like you, I hope you get that. But the truth is you have proven where you stand. And for some reason, I do have a weak spot for your sisters. So what did you want to see me about?
Alexander: I'm sure you've heard me mentioning the winds of change around the OOWF. The birth of a new generation of stars. And the fact is, while I have some people in mind to join me on this journey, I want someone I can trust to be there to pull me back from the ledge if I ever get close.
Mags: And you want that person to be me?
Alexander: We may not have been in Run DEA long and that may not have been a bright spot in either of our careers, but I did get to learn a lot about you DH. We may have been brought up in two different worlds and we may have gone about getting here in different ways, but we both got here and I need someone I know won't allow me to become the man I used to be.
Mags: And what do I get out of it if I happen to agree with you? Secondly, I already have a group, a family I believe in with Drink & Destroy. Why would I leave that?
Alexander: You don't have to leave them. What I want to do won't change your relationship with them. If they ever need you, I expect you to be there for them because I've learned that's what you do for friends, for family. All I'm asking is that you expand your base of allies. Not friends, not family...just allies. Work with me and those I bring in and we'll make everyone better.
Mags: Why do I need you to get better?
Alexander: Not to take anything away from anyone because Outback, Spin, and Danny are great talents but you've been around this company as long as I have and I get the impression that you feel like things have been stagnant for your career for a while. That's why you looked outside D&D for your new partner. That's why you looked to a Darling once.
Mags: But she isn't an asshole?
Alexander: If you only knew.
Lexie: First, thanks DH. Second, fuck off brother dear.
Mags: Do you two want some...
Lexie & Alexander: SHUT UP!
Mags: Back to the main point...what is it you expect me to say?
Alexander: Nothing right now. Think it over. If you have any questions, I have an open door. Come see me. Just think about it. For all of us.
Mags: I need a drink.
Lexie: I'll meet you at the bar in a few.
Magnusson walks out of the room and we hear him mumbling about assholes and being kicked in the face and just grumpy grumbling.
Alexander: Do you think he'll join up?
Lexie: I think part of him feels like he should. That it's a good next step. But DH is nothing if loyal and he has to decide just how much he'll be leaving D&D behind if he does this.
Alexander: He doesn't have to.
Lexie: He does and he doesn't. When push comes to shove, you can't be loyal to two fronts. You know that.
Alexander: There's no reason we can't be loyal to them as well. We can make it one front in time.
Lexie: I'm with you. You know that and I'll talk to him some more and make sure he knows it's not a choice between D&D and you. But a choice between a real future as a main eventer and a future as just another member of Drink & Destroy.
Alexander sighs as he leans back in his chair and seems to be deeply frustrated.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:20:03 GMT -5
The Scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and we see Danny Taylor playing around with Shotglass. Outback Jack is enjoying a cold one and watching OOWF TV, and DVD is sleeping like a baby in a corner booth. Ashley walks into the scene and nudges DVD waking him up.
Ashley: What happened to your belt?
DVD: Folz
Ashley: Do you want one of the boys to go win it back for you?
DVD's eyes widen in terror and he leaps from the booth in a panic.
DVD: No don't whatever you do, don't bring that belt back to me!
Ashley: Calm down, I was just kidding.
Ashley pats DVD on the cheek and walks over to join Spencer at the bar. DVD walks over and sits next to Jack watching the promos just as Ravenna's ends.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for good for her.
Danny nods his head in agreement and joins the others at the table. Shotglass curls up at his feet.
DVD: So who is on the sheet for us tonight?
Danny makes the motion of doing a hula dance, and Ashley and Spencer can be heard in the background making catcalls and whistles. Danny's face turns beet red.
DVD: OH, the Hawaiians again. You guys don't have the time together they do, but you have really started to gel. They are going to be in for a hell of a fight.
OBJ: Huh, I'm kind of surprised that you are focusing on the match.
DVD: Why is that, I'm a pretty solid manager for you guys.
OBJ: Well you know, they do have that right pretty Sheila they hang out with, and you do tend to get distracted by the ladies.
DDT nods and smiles in agreement. DVD just looks confused, his time with the title has left his memory hazy. Danny reaches into his OOWF files and pulls out a picture of Noelani and shows it to DVD. DVD's face light up, and he stands and adjusts his suit.
DVD: Well boys, good luck prepping for the match. I just remembered that I have a....business meeting I need to set up.
With that DVD leaves the room. Jack and Danny just look at each other and chuckle before ordering another round.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:20:41 GMT -5
GMtheRick is eating a sub from Ric's (Triple Meat Thursday's, while supplies last! Fatboy!). He takes a bite and the meat slides out into his lap. He uses a few choice swear words as he uses a napkin to try to clean up. He doesn't notice Noelani come into the office and lean over the desk.
N: What'cha doin' Ricky?
GMtheRick looks up to a great view, then looks further up to talk to Noelani
GMtR: Oh, hey, I didn't hear you come in.
N: Need a hand?
Noelani grabs a napkin but theRick grabs her hand.
GMtR: I'll be fine. What can I do for you?
N: Lemme help...
Noelani starts to "help clean up" as theRick's eyes roll back in his head.
N: So about that whole ref nonsense...
GMtR: Oh yeah?
N: They didn't mean to do it. They thought he was one of their opponents...
GMtR: That's what I...figured, so...they're not suspended.
Noelani smiles at theRick.
N: And they're still in line for a title shot, right? They DID make the finals...
GMtR: Absolutely.
Noelani smiles and stands up, holding the napkin in front of theRick.
N: Thanks Ricky. I'll cya later.
Noelani winks at theRick and struts out of the office, giving theRick a good view, leaving him shaking his head. Once outside, Noelani starts rubbing her hands up and down the wall.
N: Uck, my gawd, gross.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:21:30 GMT -5
("The Bird and the Worm" from the Used begins to play and we see Athena leading the way tossing out Rose Petals along the ramp to the ring. Then Tytan's Deatheaters are seen carrying Tytan out in a Kings Chair above their shoulders. Tytan has the World Champion Title around his waist and the shovel at his side.
They make it to the ring and Tytan climbs into the ring. The Deatheaters surround the ring. The crowd is booing harshly and throwing cups and other things into the ring.
Tytan takes off his title and poses on the ring post soaking in the hatred.)
Tytan: (taking a mic) Well sheep, it seems I am still the champion. (BOO's from the crowd.) That's right sheep I am not going away that easily. And it seems your Hero is broken....
Now, let's get onto business at hand. First off Firewoman nice little stunt. You knew I got into your head and beat you playing your own little game. That the only thing you saw left to do is load up the boot and do some damage to me that way.
Well guess what toots, you just used your rematch. If you want a shot at my Title you have to make your way through the list of other contenders. Beat them and then maybe you can get another shot.
And Rick maybe it's time to look at the refs. I mean I never used the Shovel so why should I be punished. She cheated and she should be the loser, Athena was just trying to protect me from an unjust attack.
(Boos from the crowd and cheers from Athena. Tytan laughs.)
Come on I am a fair champion. I am a fighting champion and I know that there are others that deserve a title shot. Look at Davin and Alex's teams, maybe I should give one of them a title shot because You waisted your Firewoman. But I will say this that it is nice to see the "Real" Firewoman back. She was a lot better then the nice and sensitive Firewoman.
So that now comes to you Bryce.
Are you ready? Are you wondering if I am going to try and break your neck like I did to Fire? Or am I going to use the shovel on you?
Is that some of the things that are running around in your head? Or better yet, are they now? (Tytan laughs)
So train hard, and be ready you have a chance to prove to the whole OOWF Heck who am I kidding you have a chance to prove to the World that you can take down the Big Bad Wolf.
Now, Evans don't thing I forgotten about you. It seems you forgot who I am, you seem to forget what I have done around here. I am going to remind you but here's the fun part. You aren't going to see it coming! I stopped the whole thing about leaving the fighting to the ring. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere! I can come and give you a friendly reminder about who I am. Now have I made myself perfectly clear? There is always room on the shovel for someone else's blood.
So, now OOWF. All of you that wanted my head on a platter, all of you that wanted revenge on me. Where are you? The only one that had the balls to call me out was Fulton and you know what I respect him for it. And by the way Ravenna nice to see you speak up for a change. Well and it seems you like Bad guys. Well it seems according to some of the sheep around here I am the biggest bad guy right now. Remember the locker room door is always open for you. I did what I had to do to save Juni from himself. I freed him and I can help you too. Embrace the truth and love it.
Remember the Truth will set you free, look what its done for me.
(Tytan's music plays and he heads back to the awaiting Deatheaters.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:22:08 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are sitting at a table at Club 152 on Beale, in Memphis, TN. Spencer and Ashley are dancing, and gathering quite the crowd, as it's not exactly a gay bar, but they don't seem to care. A few people come over to ask for autographs, which they give, but otherwise they're just listening to music and people watching.AD: What about that one? FW: She's okay.....what's wrong? You've had that frustrated look on your face since the meeting. AD: I can't get anyone to commit. Larson, Folz, Mags-- FW: Who? AD: DH Magnusson... FW: Who? AD: Very funny...this is a great opportunity for the new talent, I don't get why-- FW: DH is new talent? AD: No, but his experience is important. FW: Hm.... AD: "Hm" what? FW: Why do a feud by proxy? Why not just challenge him outright? AD: I -- FW: I mean, it's like .... you always gotta set up your opponent to have some sort of control or something over you. AD: Huh? FW: Like, okay...Poe was your mentor, so there was that dynamic. Davin was world champ and you were his minion-- AD: Hey! FW: Or whatever, but making sure he kept the belt...and with Moose he's the guy who tortured you through Japan, kind of like "Poe-lite"... AD: He'll love you calling him that. FW: Even your earlier feuds with Davin were just kinda meh, and could have been so much better. But you set yourself up as the underdog with all of your feuds -- AD: Except the one with you... FW: *smiles* That's because I'm special. AD: Uh-huh. *but he smiles back*FW: You get the full little guy raging against the man thing going, even though you could buy and sell everyone three times over. It doesn't make sense. You should just be you, not this guy constantly fighting up hill. AD: .... FW: ....uh...not that you asked. But just challenge Davin to a feud, one on one and quit playing games with-- AD: It's more than that though. I know I can beat Davin in the ring, I've proven that. But he thinks he can be a better mentor than me? All of our experiences in Japan, all the things I've learned in my career, I can take a group of wrestlers, pass my wisdom on to them, and make them better than any Davin Moreland-- FW: Wait..."pass my wisdom on?" How many gin and tonics have you had? AD: Enough to get annoyingly philosophical. This is the last one. Still no whiskey for you? FW: Naah.... Firewoman gets a far away look in her eyes as she stares off into space.AD: Thinking of him? FW: Huh? What? NO! Uh...Him who? AD: Ecosystem. FW: Oh...OH! Yeah, kinda.... AD: Still quiet? FW: Yeah...... Alex turns and looks behind him to where her eyes were directed and he sees OOWF-TV (of course), and Tytan's promo, although they can't hear it, but the camera does linger on the World Championship Belt.FW: It's fine. I'll get it back. When Ecosystem returns, he'll forgive me for slipping, and then he'll show me the way. AD: You don't need him to show you the way. You won lots before all this. FW: Empty victories, Alex. AD: Gee, thanks.... FW: Sorry...wait, that's not what I mean..... AD: Wait, who did you think I was asking about? FW: Huh? AD: You looked relieved when I said "Ecosystem." FW: Oh.... AD: You weren't thinking about him. FW: No.....I was thinking of....Moose. AD: Good god, why? FW: He's my brother? I can't tell if he's turned a corner on the crazy road and is coming back to his normal level of insanity or if he's -- AD: He can take care of himself, he doesn't need you worrying about him FW: Well, I will...it's what I do....I just wish you and he..... AD: HA! Keep wishing. FW: I wonder......maybe if you made the first move? AD: Are you sure you're sober? FW: No, hear me out...you've never REALLY tried, it's always been on the defensive, right? AD: Right..... FW: So....maybe if you just....tried..... AD: I don't have the deathwish, you do....look, it's almost two.... FW: I know......I just don't see anyone I like. AD: Those fans over there were cute. FW: Yeah? AD: Okay, no...not really. FW: ....... AD: ....... FW: Well, I guess let's go then. AD: Spence and Ash? FW: Let them have the car, we'll take a cab...did I ever tell you about the time I was in a cab and -- AD: LATER!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:22:48 GMT -5
The Texpress have just arrived and are unlaoding their gear from the trunk of Zane's '65 Mustang. Chad closes the trunk and turns around to see Stan Fulton & Matt Folz walking past them, also carrying their bags.
Chad: Folz, Crush
Matt: Boys. We'll see you in the ring again this week.
Stan: Be prepared to hand those belts over
Zane: Actually, I was hoping to see you before then.
Matt: You wanna go now? We'll kick your asses right here
(Fulton and Madison head towards each other, Myers is quick to get between them, but keeps talking to Folz)
Zane: No no no NO! Hear me out! We've got an event scheduled at the Nodaway County Children's Hospital. I was going to see if you'd come along and help out. The kids would really love it
Folz: Are you crazy? Why would we waste precious training time to do an appearance with our OPPONENTS?!? What would Kayfabe say?
Kayfabe: (Pokes her head out from around the corner) Actually, It's ok by me.)
Zane: See?
Stan: No Way. I don't trust you two
Chad: Talk to Mags, He's done a few of these with us. We've done several of his ASPCA evetns too. If there's a straight shooter on the roster, it's DH.
Matt: Not a chance.
Zane: Look at it like this.. The last time our opponents did an appearance with us, they won.
Stan: Still no. I wouldn't do an appearance at a sperm bank with a couple of jack-offs like you
(Folz and Fulton walk away. Chad looks at Zane with a goofy grin)
Chad: Sperm Bank? We should SOOOOOO do an appearance at one of those.
Zane: No Way.
Chad: Wouldn't that be hilarious a Sperm Bank in Conception Junction! (breaks into over the top laughter)
(From the background, Bridgette giggles lightly. Zane turns to look at her)
Zane: That really wasn't all that funny
Bridgette: Yes it was.
Chad: I might have to check into that. Maybe they're having a Collection Drive! (Once again breaks into laughter)
Zane: (starting to smile) I'll let you Handle that assignment
Bridgette: See? I told you it was funny.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:23:21 GMT -5
<we cut to an arena somewhere in Arkansas where an OOWF House Show is taking place. Kornpone Kenny is taking on Nigel Boatswain in a pretty good match when “Scarecrow” plays and Moosehead Jack heads to the ring with Happy DethBat on his shoulder. Moose steps into the ring and glares at Kenny and Boatswain and they both decide to take off. The crowd boos loudly, but Moose ignores then and waits to speak, looking down at the mat>
MHJ: You know……the question that everyone seems to be asking lately is……why. Why do we do this? Why did Juni die? Why do we get up every morning and fight the pain that roars through our bodies like a freight train………..why?
<Moose keeps looking down at the mat and storms around the ring, then finally looks up and out at the crowd with a look of pure hate in his eyes>
MHJ: I can’t speak for anyone else, but you want to know why I keep doing this? Because I hate you. I hate each and every fucking one of you.
<Moose gets more animated now>
MHJ: I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you, and <Moose’s gaze settles on a wealthy looking man, there with his family> I especially fucking hate you. You want to know what I think of before I sleep at night? I think of all you mindless bloodsuckers in the crowd, and I think of coming to your house, or your place of work and cheering for your blood. Or better yet, I think of grabbing you by the throat and raking HBD across your face, watching as your face contorts in pain and your mouth falls open for a scream that is forever silenced by my hands
<The crowd boos loudly now, Moose ignores then and continues on in a frenzy>
MHJ: YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I DO IT? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? You CHEER people, the more you cheer them, the more I hate them. They are your heroes, they are your favorites, you tell Little Jenny and Timmy Snotrag that THEY are their role models! They are the ones I want to leave in a puddle of blood, just to prove that as parents, you are fucking idiots. You people cheer men like Chris Evans, Concrete TG <Moose spits this next name> Alexander Goddamn Darling. Cheer them. The more you cheer them, the more I want to destroy them. The more I want to look out at your stupid faces while your hero’s blood is on my hands, I want to see your sad faces. I want to taste your tears of sorrow……and then spit them back into your face
<The crowd is really getting loud now>
MHJ: BOO ME FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY JUNI IS DEAD? YOU ALL FUCKING KILLED HIM!
<The crowd goes silent at this and Moose smirks, then laughs his disturbing laugh>
MHJ: That’s right…..YOU all killed him. YOU might have just as well been the ones with the shovel. YOU drove him to do the things he did. YOU drove him to seek his……whatever the fuck it was…….this is all on YOU! A man is DEAD and each and every fucking one of YOU is to blame!
<We cut to the crowd where we see children crying, parents looking on in shock, the boos get louder and debris begins to get hurled toward the ring>
MHJ: <looking at the camera now as garbage rains down around him> Evans? I beat you at your own game. Now what? You say you will go to hell with me like you did Larson. If you think what you and Larson went through was hell, you sir, are sadly mistaken. At Mayhem, I am going to take your title. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing.
<More boos, more debris>
MHJ: And Rav? You finally got it right. You are the only one you can rely on. Not Evans, not the glorywhore he is. Not Crete, deluded superhero Crete. Not these idiot fans who will cheer you to your destruction, the only person you can rely on is yourself. I mean, look out here around you, do you think they will give one shit if you die? They claim to be sorry about Juni………their fansites, their letters, their <mockingly> prayers. Juni was the flavor of the moment. Like Haiti, the miners in Chile and whatever “cause” they want to care about next. Ultimately, you will be forgotten by the little Snotrags and mommy and daddy will point to someone new and say “that is who you should be like since we are too fucking lazy to raise you properly”
<More debris rains down, but Moose’s mic is cut and GM the Rick comes out to the top of the ramp and heads to the ring, he never gets a mic, but we hear him telling Moose “you’ve gone too far! You are going to cause a riot!” Moose laughs, grabs HBD and rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, all the while being called everything in the book>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:23:54 GMT -5
Firewoman is WALKING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters, when she nearly runs into Ravenna Blue.
FW: Rav.
RB: Fire.
FW: ....
RB: ....
FW: Nice work with the SFJ. Now if you can just target the right people.
RB: What is that supposed to mean?
FW: Well, the SFJs are annoying, sure, but they're just doing a job, right?
RB: You're point?
FW: You're not mad at the SFJ.
RB: No...I suppose I'm not.
FW: But hey, that's a good first step.. He would be proud.
RB: Did he.....tell you that?
FW: Well..... *Firewoman looks down, almost as if she's sad* No, he's been... quiet....but the conversations we've had....when he comes back, he'll be happy to see you.
RB: Um..........
FW: And don't feel bad about your streak...it happens....you'll get it back. And you'll be able to go after the real target of your anger, too.
RB: Wow...um.....okay.....thanks.
FW: No problem.
Fire continues past Ravenna, who looks a little surprised. Fire stops and turns around.
FW: Hey....by the way....thanks.
RB: Huh? For what?
FW: Stopping Tytan in the ring a few weeks ago. I never said....well, thanks.
RB: Oh...uh.....you're welcome.
Firewoman continues down the hall, apparently looking for someone. Ravenna looks puzzled, and then goes back to where she was heading.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:24:36 GMT -5
Noelani and DVD are sitting at a table at Ric's Sub Shop (Free Salami Sundays...Fatboy!).
DVD: Interesting that you'd want to meet...here.
N: Neutral territory.
DVD: You know you and your team are welcome in the Destroyatorium.
N: It's nice for a social call, but this is business.
DVD smiles.
DVD: Of course. What did you wish to discuss?
N: Just furthering our previous discussion. There is no need for hostility between our teams. We are opponents, not enemies. Your team has a history of...well, let's just say what it is. Brutality.
DVD: Are you nervous?
N: Of course not. My boys were under the tutelage of Poe in Japan. They can hold their own with anyone. I'd just prefer them not to. This is wrestling. It is competition. It's not a snuff film.
DVD: Agreed. With the amount of sheer violence Drink & Destroy has dealt with in recent times, a friendly rivalry may not be such a bad thing.
Noelani scoots closer to DVD.
N: Absolutely. Nothing wrong with a little friendly competition.
DVD: Looks like we all want the same things.
Noelani scoots even closer to DVD.
N: Do we? Vic?
DVD leans in to Noelani.
DVD: And what is it that you want, my dear girl?
N: Same as always. I want my boys, and myself, to be the best at everything we do. And I do mean everything.
DVD: They say practice makes perfect.
Noelani gets out of her chair; never breaking her gaze with DVD.
N: See you on Wednesday. Vic.
Noelani walks away. DVD leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head as he watches Noelani walk away. As she nears the camera, Noelani rolls her eyes.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:25:11 GMT -5
Firewoman continues on her merry way, still looking for someone, when she runs, almost literally, into Eric O' Mac. He's talking into his bluetooth Borg headset.
EoM: That's great, Steph....great little skit you all did Monday....hang on *to Fire* I can't do a promo right now, I'm on the phone.
FW: I'm not an SFJ.
EoM: Okay, Steph, talk to you later. *He hangs up and then turns to Fire.* Okay, I'll give you your photo op. What am I doing next week?
FW: You're in a tag team match.
EoM: Really. Who's my partner?
FW: Davin Moreland.
EoM: Davin? I LOVE THAT GUY! Who are we facing?
FW: Alexander Darling.
EoM: Ugh....Haven't I beaten him already? Who's his partner?
FW: Seriously?
EoM: Never heard of him. Is he new?
FW: *sighing* No....I'm Alex's partner.
EoM: Don't say that too loudly. His wife'll hear. They claim they're all into that open stuff, but she's insane, and would probably slit your throat.
FW: Eric....it's me. Firewoman. I'm Alex's partner against you and Davin.
EoM: Since when do SFJ's wrestle?
FW: *grabbing his face in her hands and making him look at her.* ERIC! IT IS ME! LISA 'FIREWOMAN' QUINN! Remember Korea? Remember the laundry cart?
EoM: .......
FW: .......
EoM: You.....
FW: *letting go* Yes. Finally.
EoM: I don't like you.
FW: I don't like you either.
EoM: Alex was my BFF until you came along.
FW: No, that's not how--
EoM: And Alexis........
FW: *smiles* Okay, yeah...that one I'll take credit for.
EoM: .....
FW: .....
EoM: I'll see you in the ring.
FW: Really? Sure you won't get bored and wander off again?
Eric starts to say something, but then his headset chirps again. He answers it, and wanders off, distracted. Fire shakes her head and then goes back to looking for someone.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:25:57 GMT -5
Fire continues to search the halls. She stops where two hallways cross, then closes her eyes and appears to be saying a prayer. A voice comes from behind her.
V: You should never close your eyes where the Hallway of Random Encounters meets the Hallway of Planned Run-ins.
FW: Huh?
Fire turns, and looks up...and sees Stank.
FW: THERE you are. I have been looking for you.
Stank: You have?
FW: Well, you and Moose. Dude, are you okay?
Stank: What do you mean?
FW: I followed your....issues last week.....
StanK: Oh yeah....look, I don't want to talk about it....
FW: But .... I have to know............is he still......with you?
Stank: Who, Moose?
FW: No! Ecosystem....he's not....I haven't been able to....
Stank: Wow....are you really upset about this?
FW: What? No....I don't get upset...it's just that....it's so....QUIET now....I just can't...I can't stand the silence.
Stank looks at her for a long time.
St: Lemme ask you, Fire...At Mayhem, when you took it to Tytan, got yourself disqualified....was that you? Or was that Eco?
FW: *looks down* I .... I don't know.
St: You don't?
FW: I don't know what happened. One minute I was in my locker room, getting ready....and I remember getting...angry...REALLY angry....I mean...he brought my mother to TAUNT me. And that anger...it was so familiar...so comfortable...I just let it fill me...wash over me....and then the next thing I know....I'm looking down at Tytan, laying there...it felt so .... RIGHT.
St: But you don't know if it was really you, or....
FW: Right, and I can't get an answer...he won't talk to me and the silence, it's.......it almost hurts...
St: And you want to know if he's in my head now.
FW: Is he? Can you ask? Am I being punished for not--
St: For not forgiving your mother?
FW: That and....something else....
St: I don't know, Fire....I wish I could help...but I just don't know.
Firewoman nods and closes her eyes, after blinking tears away quickly.
St: You tell Alex any of this?
FW: No...he'd just worry..
St: Uh, ninja cams?
FW: Pssht....he doesn't watch OOWF-TV.
St: Okay...well, if.....I'm not saying I will...but if I ... uh ... hear anything...I'll let you know.
FW: Okay...thanks. *She wipes her eyes* When he comes back, I can ask him....he'll explain it then....I'm sure he will....he'll tell me how I can fix it...um...have you seen Moose?
St: He was at house show...should be back any time now...you okay?
FW: Yeah...fine...I'll go see if I can find him. Or maybe just get some sleep.
St: Okay...take care of yourself.
FW: I will...when Eco comes back, he can explain it.
Firewoman walks off. Stank looks after her with concern, and then shivers, and continues on his way.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:26:30 GMT -5
(Tytan is watching OOWF tv with Athena.)
Tytan: Its so reassuring to know that there are people out there that think the same way as I do?
Athena: Are you talking about Moose and that house show?
Tytan: Of course I am...he has always been the one that got it. He understood that it was each and every one of those people that cheered for the blood and their heroes. They wanted the bad guys to be destroyed, taken down. I gave them exactly what they wanted and then they decided to turn on me.
Athena: So now you are the bad guy?
Tytan: Yes, if that is how they want it. But here is the thing. (Tytan grabs the World Title and the shovel and looks to the camera.) They all know that I am right, all these people that have talked all this crap. Those that called me a murderer and that they were coming for me to get revenge. Where are they? I am not hiding from anyone....
You are all still quiet because you know I was right in what I did.
You know because you would have done the same thing. Or at least think you would.
You know because deep down
YOU ARE ALL Like me.
The only difference is I have allowed it to be
FREE.
You still all where the masks that the sheep want you to where. You play the part that they want you to play.
Firewoman did (Laughs) until I broke her and used her own games against her.
Now, she is free and she is almost back to her old self.
Ravenna you are seeing the truth. The truth will finally set you free.
You don't need them.
All you need is yourself. The sheep don't matter
The truth set me free and look where I am.
(LAUGHS)
Welcome to the Reign of Truth.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:27:12 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore, having heard about the wonders of Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, arrives just as Noelani is leaving. Also arriving is Ron Simmons. Simmons ogles Noelani and she gives the former WCW Champ a wink.RS: :damn: SNM: Ah, they don't make them like that back in Erin... Simmons and Moore walk in, both sitting at opposite ends of the counter.RF: WOOO!!! The APA finally showed up - about time I got some security in this joint. What'll it be, fatboy? RS: Spam! RF: Spam? But it's Salami Sunday. How about some good old fashioned American cold cuts? That's how we did back with the Horsemen, let me tell ya. The ladies, they loved to climb up Space Mountain and ride the Nature Boy's salami. WOOO!!! And then, ol' Double-A - Arn Anderson pops his head out from behind the grill.AA: Dammit, Ric - you aren't gonna tell that story again, are you? RF: Let me tell you something, Ron - that guy back there is the toughest sonuvabitch I've ever seen. But that's not why you're here. So you really want the salami- Simmons just gives Flair the "what-the-fuck" lookRF: Anything else you want with that? RS: Ham! AA just shakes his head and quickly throws together a salami, ham, and spam sandwich and hands it to Ric. Ric promptly serves it to Simmons.RF: Here ya go - choke on that slapnuts! Oh, damn, I've been spending too much time around Jarrett... Meanwhile, OOWF-TV is on in the corner, and Moore has his eyes glued to Moose's promo. He sees the crying children.Lost in thought regarding Moose's promo, he neither sees nor hears Flair approach.RF: Dammit, boy - when the Nature Boy speaks, you listen! Moore turns to see Flair's eyes bulging, a vein popping out of his forehead, and blood streaming down from his receding hairline.RF: What the hell do you want, fatboy?!?! SNM: I'll have the special of the day, my good man. And I'm sorry - Moose is on a rampage, it appears. RF: That sonuvabitch is always on a rampage. Don't you ever disprespect GOD! SNM: ... AA: Settle down, big fella - here's your sandwich. Hey - you're the new guy in OOWF, ain'cha? Ric finally wanders off, muttering to himself.SNM: Thanks for the sandwich. And yes, I suppose I am the new fella in OOWF. RF: That's right - and you like the salami. WOOO!!! AA: Well, I saw him and Paris a while back. I don't know about the salami, but he sure does like him some tuna! SNM: ... AA: Get it, tuna? SNM: ... Uh, sure... Tully Blanchard comes out of the men's room - mop in hand.TB: Dammit, Ric - you don't pay me enough for this shit! AA: So, Sean - do you think you can beat Williams for the Onslaught Title this week? SNM: ::shrugs:: Can I? Sure - I feel I can beat anyone. ::whispers:: Don't let Flair know I said that, will ya? AA: No problem. I've got enough on my hands trying to keep him sane, as it is. SNM: The only problem is that I'm not sure I've figured out the best strategy. Maybe I'll just call me mum's second cousin Dave, and ask to borrow his shillelagh. Or maybe I could borrow his son as a distraction. I dunno. AA: But, I thought you didn't like to play dirty? SNM: Not usually, but when a title's on the line, a man will do just about anything. LD Williams walks into Ric's and spots Moore.LDW: So, you're the young bastard that thinks he can just waltz into the OOWF and take my title? SNM: Don't call me a bastard. LDW: Aw, does that hurt the little bastard's feelings? AA: Come on now, we just had this place renovated. We don't need any trouble. RF: Real men settle their differences inside the ring, boys. That's how we did it with the Horsemen. That sonuvabitch Dillon, let me tell ya- SNM, LDW, TB, RS, AA: SHUT UP!!! Stunned, Flair falls silent then starts punching his forehead. The blood just starts pouring all over the counter.RS: :damn: TB: Oh, great - another mess to fucking clean up. SNM: ::smiles:: I'm going to take God's advice, and settle this inside the ring, Williams. But, remember this - I may be new to the OOWF, but I've been around the game a while now. I'll be watching my back - or should I say - someone will be watching my back. RF: That's right, fat boy! That bastard finally shows God some respect! WOOO!!! SNM: Arn, will a $10 cover my lunch? AA: And then some... I'll get your change. Just don't start anything while I'm gone. LDW: You won't need anyone to watch your back, son. I'm going to hurt you so bad, your mama back in Ireland's gonna feel it. SNM: We'll see. Keep the change, Arn. And Williams? I'll see you Wednesday night. LDW: Heh. See you then, junior. Moore backs out of Ric's, keeping his eyes on Williams.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:28:25 GMT -5
<Moose comes into the Conception Junction Arena swinging Happy DethBat wildly and laughing like a maniac. He pins a terrified production assistant against the wall with HDB, tapping the barbs against his throat>
MHJ: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.
Terrified Production Assistant: A looper?
MHJ: A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
<the Terrified Production Assistant looks at Moose wild eyed and starts to say something several times, but no words come out. Moose grabs his shirt and gets real close to his face>
MHJ: Do you know what I would DO to the Dali Lama?
<the Terrified Production Assistant shakes his head no, Moose laughs a maniacal laugh and shoves the Terrified Production Assistant to the floor and raises HDB. The Terrified Production Assistant cowers for his life, Moose brings HDB down, but stops just short of his skull. The TPA trembles in fear, Moose laughs louder and walks away, continuing down the hall. As he walks he shouts to random people>
MHJ: DID YOU SEE? THEY WERE CRYING! I MADE KIDS CRY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I FUCKING HATE THEM ALL!
<Moose rounds a corner and there Fire is standing with two cups of coffee. She takes a sip of one, then hands the other to Moose>
MHJ: How did you know?
FW: I heard you coming, we ALL heard you coming. Feeling a little crazy today brother dear?
MHJ: I……FEEL…….GREAT! DID YOU SEE THEM? They were CRYING! REAL TEARS! IT WAS FANGODDAMNTASTIC!
FW: <looking at Moose a little sad> Moose, when the children cry, let them know we tried, cause when the children sing, then the new world begins
<there is a moment of silence between the Quinn’s as Moose just stares at Fire>
MHJ: What the fuck is wrong with you?
FW: Nothing, its called clarity……peace
MHJ: He’s still not talking to you, is he
FW: <looking down> ………..no
MHJ: Good
FW: <looking back at Moose> Fuck you. I was making progress
MHJ: Yeah, making progress to becoming one of THEM
FW: One of what?
MHJ: One of those idiot fan favorites. Pretty soon Suzy and Tommy Snotrag will be looking up to YOU.
FW: I doubt that
MHJ: THEY are corrupting you
FW: Who are THEY?
MHJ: You know goddamn well who they are. You are not one of them, they are not one of us. Our worlds should never mix, it is going to burn you in the end
FW: Don’t you ever get tired of it?
MHJ: Of what?
FW: The endless rage. What the hell are you so mad about anyway? You are one of the most feared and, dare I say it, respected wrestlers in the world. Despite the way you live, you make a decent paycheck. What more do you want? What the hell makes you so angry all the time?
MHJ: You really want to know?
FW: Yes
MHJ: You know what…..never mind
<Moose turns to walk away and Fire grabs his arm and spins him back around facing her>
FW: NO! You are not walking away. Fucking tell me NOW
<Moose glares at Fire for a moment, then slowly pulls his hair back from his neck revealing a nasty scar that runs across his throat, Fire looks shocked that she had never noticed that before>
MHJ: You see that? You know what that is from?
<Fire shakes her head>
MHJ: Not long after the whore took you and left, Pops and his buddies were at the house, drinking as always. They decided it would be fun to whip my ass. They did too. I tried to fight back, got one of ‘em pretty good, broke one of the dining room chairs across his face, broke his nose, blood was everywhere. You would think Pops would side with me, but no. You know what he did? He grabbed me and held me, pulled his knife out and held it to my throat. Told me I was a disrespectful little bastard. He took the knife and ran it across my throat, I was lucky it was dull, it cut me, but not deep enough to cut the vein.
<Fire stares at Moose in horror>
MHJ: It gets better. I went to the cops the next day, told ‘em what happened. Thought maybe SOMETHING would get done. You know what they did? They told me to stop making shit up, and drove me back to the house. Told Pops what I told him, I got my ass kicked fresh that night, he damn near killed me again, had he not been half in the bag, he would have. I left that night, I never came back. You want to know why I am so pissed? You want to know why I hate? There you go. The system, it failed us. All those fucking “fans” that cheer us? They are all Them. They all see shit like that every fucking day, and what do they do? Not a goddamn thing. It is always someone else’s problem. They take their little poison off spring to see our shows so they can cheer us killing one another. There are people like…….Them. They sit back in their fancy houses, and they see people like us, and they think “oh what a shame, that is so sad” but do they DO anything? Fuck no. Instead, they buy a four million dollar car, like that makes a bit of a fucking difference. So fuck them. Fuck them all. I want them to suffer like I…..like WE did.
<Moose is practically snarling and spitting his words by the end, Fire just stares at him in disbelief>
FW: I……I don’t know what to say…..
<Moose is about to respond, when he cocks his head like he is listening to someone, a maniacal grin spreads across his face and he nods slowly>
FW: He is talking to you again
<Moose just grins>
FW: You are going to kill Evans, aren’t you?
MHJ: No. That is not what He wants…..not yet. I am going to beat him at his own game, because that will make them all cry. He is the next hero. He is the next one. I am going to beat him so they weep. It will be glorious. And just when they start to lose hope, I am going to show them all his blood on my hands, and it will be their fault.
<Fire and Moose look at one another, Fire starts to speak, but Moose just grins and walks away>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:29:11 GMT -5
Stank is walking alone in a white room. He is dressed in a white suit.Stank: The fuck? Stank walks over to the wall, and somehow...keeps walking. He realizes there are no walls at all, just white space.Stank: The hell is going on here? Is this more voodoo shit? Voice: "There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills." Stank: Playing philosopher now? Eco: It's a Buddha quote. Please turn around. Stank turns around to face Ecosystem, face illuminated, dressed in a suit.Eco: "Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed." Stank: I don't believe. Eco: Unfortunate. Eco touches Stank's cheek with his finger, leaving a mark of blood.Stank: What the--where did that-- Eco: Whose blood? It doesn't really matter. Blood begets blood. Stank: So you know? Eco: I don't. I don't care to. Stank: Why am I back here? Eco: Because I need something of you. Eco sheds one bloody tear, making Stank recoil.Eco: For some reason, I can speak to you right now, and not her. Stank: Fire. Eco: Yes. And she is pained. And I don't want her to be pained. I don't want to chastise her, punish her, or drive her to madness. I want her to be happy. Stank: And you do this by climbing into her fucking head and filling it up with your psuedo-philosophical BULLSHIT? Eco: And everyone else is doing her such favors? Stank is about to respond, but he's suddenly on a dirt plot, shovel buried in ground.Eco: I don't know what to do about him, really. I don't know where his head is at all. Sometimes I just sit and ponder the shovel. Stank: This isn't Tytan's. Eco: No. No, it's the one left by the grave. Stank: Whose grave? Eco: The important one. Stank: Stop playing your STUPID FUCKING GAMES. Whose grave is it? Eco: ...I don't know. Stank: You're lying. Eco: I'm not. Stank: You want something from me. Eco: We established this. Comfort Fire. Stank: Where's the cryptic message she wants? Eco: I...I don't have one. No, really, I don't. I don't know what's going on. And for the first time in a long time, I'm not in Tytan's head. Stank: Tell me this. Eco: Yes? Stank: Are you dead? Eco: Goodbye, Lucas. Storm clouds enter as the scene fades away, leaving only Stank--not awaking from a dream, but standing alone in the arena.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:29:48 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the hallway of Random Encounters. We see Alexander Darling walking down the hallway reading some paperwork. He stops just short of running into the massive frame of Dynamite Danny Taylor. The two men share a stare down for an uncomfortable length of time. Finally Darling breaks the silence.
AD: You have something you want to "talk" about with me?
Danny nods yes and then makes the sign language symbols for D and H.
AD: Ah, I figured one of you would want to see me about that, just figured it would be Jack.
Danny pokes Darling in the chest and then makes the motion of a knife being stabbed in his back. Then he pokes himself in the chest and makes the motion of a twig being snapped. Both men continue the stare down, before a change appears on Darlings face.
AD (his demeanor softening) : No I get it. Drink and Destroy has been like a family to you from the day you've got here. I can understand and respect that, If I thought my sisters were being manipulated I would be quick to come to their aid. You have my word, if I stab DH in the back, I will be ready for whatever retribution you bring. But know this, that isn't my intention, I want DH on my side because he is one of the best, no ulterior motive.
Danny continues the stare down for several more seconds before finally nodding his head. Danny extends his hand and Darling takes it and they share a gentleman's handshake. Danny steps aside and lets Darling continue on his way. Taylor watches Alexander continue down the hallway before continuing on his own way. Danny makes his way to Ric's sandwich shop. He enters to DVD and Ric Flair in mid conversation.
Ric: Wooooo! I would like to take her for a ride on space mountain fatboy!
DVD: Yeah, I wouldn't mind milking her coconuts.
Ric: Wooooo! I don't think coconuts work that way!
DVD just shrugs, and then notices Danny entering the store.
DVD: Hey big guy, doing a food run for Jack and the girls?
Danny nods his head in agreement.
DVD: Don't forget to get something for yourself, after all, the "thick salami" is on special.
Danny's face turns beet red as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:30:26 GMT -5
*Stank stands next to the ring in the empty arena. It's quiet save for rain pounding on the roof of the building. Stank stares up into the rafters and hears a muted roll of thunder.*
Stank - This is NOT happening to me. I need to remain calm. I can figure this out. I was at the hotel. I had a few drinks. I met up with... some chick. What was her name...? ... I don't know. I got a headache so I went to bed. Had that whacked out dream about Juni... blood. NO Lucas it WAS a dream!
*Stank looks down at the arena floor, rubs his temples, then throws his hands down angrily by his side.*
Stank - I got up. Came to the arena. Did the match. Beat the shit out of fucktard and that sneaky bastard O'Mac rolled me up for the win. Doesn't matter. I'll get him later. On to the next one. We get here. I check into the hotel. sleep. No Juni. Wake up. Look in the mirror. No blood. Come to the arena. Walk down The HALL~! Meet up with Fire... She's sad because Eco is not in her... head... ... ... he's in mine... NO! NO GOTDAMMIT! Waitaminute. waitaminute. Calm down Lucas.
*Stank starts to slowly walk up the ramp.*
Stank - You can figure this out. You're in control. Okay. Fire walked away. I headed toward Billy Dee's locker room. I walked in. LD wasn't there. I heard someone behind me. Turned around and... ... ... and... .... and... what the fuck happened?
LDW - You've been talking to yourself for the last twenty five minutes.
*Stank looks over to his side and for the first time notices LD Williams sitting in the front row by the ramp.*
LDW - I followed you here.
Stank - *sigh* Christ, LD. I think I've been drugged.
LDW - You hearing voices like Moose and Fire?
Stank - I pray the fuck I'm not.
LDW - Who is it?
Stank - ... ... ... Juni.
*LD Smiles a little at this revelation.*
Stank - What's so gotdamn funny?
LDW - Nothing. I'm just glad he isn't in MY head.
Stank - First of all if anyone asks I'll just deny it! Second...
LDW - Second?
Stank - I need to find Fire.
LDW - Why?
Stank - She's our friend... She's in pain... and she needs comfort.
LDW - Comfort? Somehow I think we are both woefully ill-equipped to supply her with comfort?
*Stank turns and stares at LD*
LDW - You know what I mean.
Stank - It's what the little asian man in my head wants me to do. So I'm going to try. Then maybe I can be rid of him. I tell Fire that Juni didn't just abandon her and maybe she will find comfort in that. I don't know. It's either that or go see a shrink... and you and I both know how THAT will turn out.
LDW - Don't remind me. I still can't believe Rick made us do that.
Stank - Well... you and Viper were out of control.
LDW - ME and Viper...? It was you and Donnie who were crazy! All I wanted to do was beat you for the World Title.
Stank - How about we just agree that Donnie was the crazy one.
LDW - Agreed.
Stank - ... and he's gay.
*Stank and LD look around wildly, but the arena remains empty except for the two of them.*
LDW - Wow. Nothing. The world has gone crazy.
Stank - I've got my own brand of loco to deal with for now.
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:31:13 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is watching OOWF-TV with Jewel in a locker room. The locker room is well decorated, like that of a big star with the company. The door knob turns several times as if someone is checking it before the door opens. davin Moreland walks in with Sam behind him.
DM: What the hell are you doing in here?
J-PS: Watchin' TV yo.
SM: How did you get in here?
J-PS: You need to lock yo doors.
DM: I did.
J-PS: You need ta lock it better homie.
Davin throws his bag onto the floor as Sam disappears into another room.
DM: I hope you've been watching some tape on Stank.
Jewel takes a bite of a donut and holds it for J-P to take a bite.
J-PS: I ain't worried.
DM: J-P, you have a ton of talent, but Stank is a former World Champion and he has over a hundred pounds on you.
Jewel: Over a hundred rolls a fat too.
J-P and Jewel laugh and fistbump.
DM: Joke all you want, but Stank can wipe the floor with you.
J-PS: Dude talks ta dead people yo!
Jewel: Sees 'em too baby. He all sorts a crazy.
DM: And you two speak some language that no one around here understands, what's your point?
J-PS: Yo, bro, don't be hatin' on how I talk.
Moreland gets up, walks over to a file cabinet and digs out a few tapes. He tosses them onto the couch next to J-P and Jewel.
DM: Here. Take a look at these. Take notes. You do know how to write, right?
J-PS: C'mon bro, I graduated. Don't be triflin'
DM: Jewel, be a good girlfriend and get J-P something to eat while he studies.
Jewel: I ain't gotta listen to you!
DM: You don't HAVE to. But you should. Help your man have an actual chance against a better wrestler than him.
J-PS: Stop disrespectin' yo!
DM: Shut up and show me something! I'll give you a ton of props if you don't get squashed like a bug this week.
J-P shakes his head, but grabs one of the tapes. Jewel mutters something under her breath as she heads to Ric's.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:31:04 GMT -5
*Darling Suite*
Alexander Darling is sitting watching some television when he hears the door open. He slowly turns his head and sees Firewoman enter the room looking very tired and emotional. It looks like Fire is about to head straight to bed when Alex takes a deep breath and calls her over. She turns her head, sighs, and walks over and takes a seat on the couch across from Alex. They sit in silence for a few moments as Alex looks his wife right in the eye.
Alexander: Are you okay?
Fire: What? Okay...of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay?
Alexander: I've noticed you haven't been sleeping all week.
Fire: I never sleep. You know that.
Alexander: Actually, for the past 3 months up through the last week you've been sleeping through the night for the most part.
Fire: That isn't. I couldn't. Are you sure?
Alexander: I am. But that's not the important part, the important thing is you seem lost right now Fire.
Fire: You don't understand. Like at all. It's just so damn quiet.
Alexander: Is there anything I can do?
Fire: Get him to tell me what I did wrong? Tell me how to fix it. Please.
Alexander: I don't think I can do that Fire.
Fire: What? Why?
Alexander: Because you didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to fix anything.
Fire: Then why is he so quiet? Why am I being punished?
Alex looks sad for a moment...
Alexander: I've always let you do your own thing, right? Never interfered in how you dealt with things, have I? Only helped when you asked me to, correct?
Fire: Yea. You've always been there for me and known when to hold back, but what's your point?
Alexander: I think you need help.
Fire: What? No...I just need Juni to tell me...
Alexander: NO YOU DON'T.
Fire: Why are you getting so mad?
Alexander: I'm not mad. I'm fucking worried about you?
That looks like it effects Fire a bit as she shakes her head...
Fire: Don't worry. I'll be fine for the match.
Alexander: I don't give a damn about the match. I care about what you're going through and this isn't like you. I need you to listen to me and listen closely, please.
Fire: Um, okay...
Alexander: What happened to Eco, to Juni, was tough on all of us and made a lot of us reflect on what we do in this business. For some it was about taking their ball and going home and for others it was a time to change paths. But for a select few others it was a realization that this is our life. Your brother is never going to like me and I get that and he's going to hate what I'm about to say but I agree with him on one thing. For some of us, we're going to live and die in a wrestling ring. Eco was one. Moose will be another and while they won't believe it, I'm a third.
Fire: You won't. You have too much...
Alexander: No Fire, I will. This is the life I've chosen and I did it voluntarily. It might be one of the reason Moose hates me so much deep down. At our cores, we're not so different, he and I. But Fire...you can be better than us and if that's what you want, what you need...we can walk away right now. We can live the life you've always wanted. Nice, quiet, and peaceful. Away from the voices. Away from the violence, the death, the hatred. And we can be happy, you and I. I know that. But you need to stop thinking others can save you. That you need to be forgiven for being you. You need to be happy with the person Lisa Quinn is. Not the Lisa Quinn others want or expect, but the Lisa Quinn you are.
Fire: Alex, I...I mean. I just, maybe...You can't give this up. He won't allow it.
Alexander: I don't care about HIM. I care about you.
Fire: I don't know what you want me to say. I can't just change...I'm going to go rest now.
Fire gets up and slowly walks into the bedroom while Alexander takes a deep breath before turning back to the television. He stares at it for a moment before taking the remote and throwing it at the wall smashing it into hundreds of tiny pieces. We can see the frustration on his face as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:31:51 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen walking the hallways, shovel in hand. He seems to be searching for someone.)
Tytan: Bryce....Larson....come out come out where ever you are....I have something for you.....
(He keeps on looking for a few more seconds. Sees something moving behind some boxes. Heads towards it and in one swift motion the shovel comes crashing down on the box leaving a huge dent. He moves the box to find out that it was a sound guy trying to get the sound for his promo.)
Tytan: Well...that's a good sound byte for you. I got tired of waiting for someone to sound off on me so I decided that I might as well make some noise then,
(Tytan laughs)
But like I said before. Everyone that talked about standing up to me...getting some sort of....revenge. Where are they now? No one wants to play. It's so sad. It seems that all those tough guys that had the big mouths....those that the sheep cheered. Have all decided that it's best to crawl back under the rocks they came from.
They are quick learners. You see they have all come to realize that I will do what it takes to bring the truth. To show the world what they truly are. These heroes that they cheer for are all fakes. Crete, Firewoman, Blue and even you Evans. Don't think I have forgotten about you. You still need to learn respect. None of you deserve the cheers. None of you are worthy enough to be called heroes.
Evans you sit there and base your toughness on one match. You don't even know what tough is....oh wait a minute you are about to learn the hard way. You have to face Moose in his world now. (Tytan laughs.) Still you want to base how tough you are from one match. You use to be Firewoman's lap dog. You are nothing but a weak, fake like the rest of them....and when the time comes I will bury you like the rest of them, and I will show the world who you really are...
Remember the truth will set you free.
(He turns and goes back hunter for Larson.)
FADE OUT
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 13:33:09 GMT -5
Alexander Darling is pacing, and then walks out of his locker room into a bright white light, with someone waiting for him...Eco: You're not going to die in the ring, Alexander. Alexander: You think you know the future now? Eco: No, no clairvoyance here. You may be on track to die in the ring. I don't intend to let you. Alex: You're not real. You're dead. This is a dream, and I'm not paying you any mind. In fact, I expect you to morph into Godzilla any second. Eco: You're very cute. Listen, I am honestly so grateful for what you're doing for Fire. But I need you to convey her a message. Alex: Stop right there. Eco: You need to listen, if you want to-- Alex: I don't need to listen to a FIGMENT of my IMAGINATION. Look, people are suggestive. Others think they see you, so I see you. But it doesn't make my dreams worth listening to. Eco: So let's say I'm you. Let's say you're talking to yourself about Eco, rather than talking to him. What would you say? Alex: Look, Lisa needs to let go. I don't know why this is staying with her, but it frustrates the hell out of me. She can't look after...the person you represent. Eco is one way, a way that I will follow, a way that she needs to be protected from. No matter what pretty words she might hear in her delusions...once you're on that path, you're not getting off. Ecosystem gestures behind Alex to his smashed TV pieces. He raises his hand, and the shards begin to reform into the shape of a television.Eco: You believe that once broken, you cannot be made whole again. That is only true for this life. Alex awakes.FADE
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