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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:23:36 GMT -5
<We cut to Ravenna Blue in her locker room, frustrated after her most recent loss. There is a knock on the door and a bloody Moosehead Jack is standing there>
RB: Oh my god, what the hell…..
MHJ: Just hush and listen. You asked me for advice once. I told you, if you wanted something, take it. It didn’t matter if it was a friend, or foe. This week, you have your chance. Let’s see if you will take the opportunity when it presents itself, or if you will hold back and do what THEY want you to do. I can say this, your opponent sure as hell won’t hold back. You’re welcome.
<Moose turns and walks away, Rav stands there for a moment, then rushes out of her room to go look at the lineup>
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OOWF Third Week Mayhem Live! From Elgin, Illinois
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match[/u] Tytan vs. Concrete TG vs. J-P Sparxx
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. Ravenna Blue
OOWF Campeonas De Trios Tournament for a Title Shot[/u] (2)Run DLP vs. (7)Firewoman, Alexander Darling & Alexis Darling (3)Matt Folz, Stan Fulton & Sean Moore vs. (6)Moosehead Jack, Stank & LD Williams (4)Drink & Destroy vs. (5)The Flyin’ Hawaiians & Eric O’Mac (1)Bryce Larson, The Dead & Tyler Vangarde (BYE)
Card subject to Minnie the Moocher
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:25:54 GMT -5
Cut to Matt Folz's locker room, Hayden Panettiere standing there with a mic in front of a visibly upset Matt Folz and Stan Fulton.
HP: Gentlemen, your comments about what happened tonight?
MF: There is only one word that describes what happened out there: Bullshit, pure and simple. There was no reason for the referee to make that call, it's not like Texpress was trying to intentionally get disqualified. In a year of horrible calls by officials, from Jim Joyce, to the Calvin Johnson non touchdown, to flagging football players for actually doing their jobs and hitting people, to..
SF: To officials taking away an obvious Vikings touchdown and giving the Packers a clear non touchdown during their Monday night game?
Folz glares at Fulton.
MF: Whatever.... just add this to the list. As far as I'm concerned, we ARE the tag team champions. Everyone just saw us pin the champs cleanly in the middle of the ring.
SF: Chad, Zane, you two are supposedly men of honor. You KNOW we beat you clean, and you're damn lucky to still be holding those belts. Matt and I are issuing a challenge to you right now. Either at the Pay Per View or 2 weeks from tonight at Mayhem, one more match, any stipulations you two want.
HP: Moving on, what are your thoughts about the Trios tournament this week?
SF: We've got our work cut out for us, but we're ready.
MF: I'm looking forward to this match. As I've said many many many times, LD is currently the best wrestler in this industry, Stank is probably the most talented big man currently going, and Moose? Well, Moose, dont think I've forgotten about you stabbing me in the chest and holding a scapel to my throat. Should be an interesting night. And as far as our partner, I haven't had much interaction with Mr Moore, but was damn impressed with his match tonight. Anyone who can go hold for hold with LD is someone to keep an eye on.
HP: One last thing. Matt, the whole OOWF audience wants to know, why have you agreed to join Alexander Darling's team? Not exactly a secret you two aren't the best of friends.
MF: 2 reasons Hayden. 1st, you said I can trust him. And 2nd, if he's sincere about what he's been saying, I believe he can help me reach my full potential. I would like to say one thing to Alexander though, I know you're also in talks with DH and Larson, and those are both excellent choices, but if talks fall through with either one of them, I would recommend you consider Stan Fulton.
SF: Thanks partner.
MF: Dosen't mean I like you, but then again, I don't like Darling much either, and you do fit the criteria. Young guy with potential, hasn't been a world champion yet, dosen't care much for Moreland, you would fit in with this.
HP: Thanks for your time gentlemen.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:27:08 GMT -5
*Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson is SITTING~! at Ric's with Moonbeam, each drinking a Dunkin' Donuts Coffee. Moonbeam is also doing some serious damage to a banana split*
OGMSJ: Gawd, when was the last time you ate?
SFJ420: Oh, I dunno...like probably an hour ago or something.
OGMSJ: How can you possibly eat all that and still look like an Ethiopian?
SFJ420: Dude, I'm not an Ethiopian. My doctor said I was the perfect weight for my height. What's like, the perfect weight for your height? 27 lbs?
OGMSJ: Short joke. Nice. Why are you so mean?
SFJ420: Mean? Dude. Do you KNOW who I am?
OGMSJ: You're hanging around Davin too much.
SFJ420: I know. That's why I'm totally sitting here drinking coffee and mowing a banana split with you. I've been like, reduced to that.
OGMSJ: You have no reason to hate me.
SFJ420: I DON'T hate you. I just don't like, like you.
OGMSJ: What did I ever do?
SFJ420: Are you being for serious right now?
OGMSJ: If "being for serious" means what I think it means, yes.
SFJ420: "Moose and Mouse"? The pilot for ABC Family? You tried to steal my boyfriend?
OGMSJ: Moose...and...
SFJ420: "MOOSE AND MOUSE!" You were totally like one of the main characters!
OGMSJ: Oh, that thing. I thought that was "Stick It 2".
SFJ420: YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANY GYMNASTICS IN IT!
OGMSJ: I know. It really showcased my acting skills.
SFJ420: What acting skills?
OGMSJ: Don't be a jerk. And I didn't try to steal your boyfriend.
SFJ420: YOU DID TOO!
OGMSJ: Ok, I totally did. Sorry. He was a jerk anyway.
SFJ420: I know. That's why he was my boyfriend.
OGMSJ: Why did you break up?
SFJ420: 2 reasons. 1, I was spending too much time on the road with Davin.
OGMSJ: And the 2nd?
SFJ420: Oh, he's doing life without somewhere in Upstate New York. Carjacking. Plus it was his 3rd felony. 3 strikes you're out, you know?
OGMSJ: Um, sure.
SFJ420: So who did you steal Evans from?
OGMSJ: NOBODY...I mean, uh, I didn't steal him...there wasn't anything to steal?
SFJ420: That totally like, doesn't make any sense, man.
OGMSJ: I mean, he's not my boyfriend.
SFJ420. Oh. Really? Could have fooled me. And everyone.
OGMSJ: We're just friends. That's all.
SFJ420: Oh, I see. Friends with benefits. I've got SO many stories about-
OGMSJ: NO not that. We haven't like, done anything like that. We're just friends. Jeez.
SFJ420: Fine. If you say so.
OGMSJ: Anyway, what's up with Davin and Samantha? I haven't seen them hardly at all the last couple of weeks on OOWF-TV.
SFJ420: They're busy.
OGMSJ: No shit they're busy. WHY are they busy?
SFJ420: The bet, probably.
OGMSJ: Probably? You don't know?
SFJ420: Nah, they're not talking much. Just watching lots of tape and sending a bunch of texts. I don't think all of Samantha's texts have to do with the bet, though.
OGMSJ: Really? I thought she quit that stuff.
SFJ420: Yeah, totally. And I quit smokin' weed. That's why my eyes are all red and I'm constantly eating and laughing at nothing.
OGMSJ: You're really being a jerk today.
SFJ420: Well, it's just been really quiet. It's not...you know...like Davin.
OGMSJ: Like, at all.
SFJ420: I know. He's been so weird lately. Just all over the place. I'm, like, kind of nervous about it, man.
OGMSJ: Why?
SFJ420: Never seen him like this. Like, ever.
OGMSJ: People are talking about him, all sorts of stuff is going on...and nothing.
SFJ420: I know. I just hope it's not anything serious. Like, something to do with Samantha or something.
OGMSJ: What do you mean? You don't mean...
SFJ420: *shrugs* I don't mean anything, man. I just know that shit's not right, man.
*As soon as she gets the words out of her mouth, Davin and Samantha walk purposefully into Ric's*
SDM: Ok. Interview. Both of you.
OGMSJ: Both?
SDM: 2 of us. 2 of you. You've got to do it while we're walking, so let's go.
SFJ420: SWEET!
*Shawn and Moonbeam jump out of their chairs and produce their hidden microphones as they follow Davin and Samantha down the hallway*
SFJ420: Where are we going?
SDM: To see Texpress.
OGMSJ: Ah, right, for the Trios match this week.
SFJ420: Against Fire, Alexander and Alexis.
SDM: Yeah, sort of a DLP/DEA match, I guess.
OGMSJ: Or "Run DEA EXPLODES~!"
SDM: Or, you know, not that.
SFJ420: Well, clearly, there's a lot to ask. First of all, Davin, any response to Alexander's comments about you these last couple of weeks?
*Davin curtly shakes his head no a couple of times*
SFJ420: Wait...seriously?
SDM: He said no.
SFJ420: But that's not like him at all.
SDM: Next question.
OGMSJ: Any thoughts about Eric O'Mac?
SDM: Fuck that guy.
*Davin shoots her a look but says nothing*
SDM: Eric is Eric. It is what it is, and that's it. Next question.
SFJ420: Davin, is your team set?
SDM: We're evaluating many different wrestlers at this time. We'll have our selections ready by the deadline.
SFJ420: So, is that, like, a no, man?
SDM: Regardless as to whether the answer is yes or no, I wouldn't tell you on camera.
SFJ420: Fair enough then.
SDM: Next question.
OGMSJ: Davin, are you looking to make a statement; considering Run DLP really IS the Trios division, and the fact that you had such a poor showing next time?
SDM: Run DLP is simply interested in winning the match. Pin, countout, submission, DQ, doesn't make a damn bit of difference. It all looks the same in the rankings.
OGMSJ: So, wait, this ISN'T a statement match?
SDM: It's a match we're booked for. We'll show up, and do our very best to win. Next question.
SFJ420: Davin, there's been lots of talk about your legacy over the last few months, both from you and from others. How would you describe your legacy.
SDM: Davin's record stands alone and speaks for itself. Anyone who says otherwise is either jealous, a hater, a liar, or some combination of the three.
SFJ420: Would you say Alexander Darling falls into one of those combinations?
SDM: I'm not going to speak to my brother's motivations when it comes to my husband. If Alex wants to speak, he knows where the camera is. Trust me. But it's not mine or Davin's job to call out haters and liars, and it's not mine or Davin's job to keep bashing his legacy over everyone's head. They all know. Davin's a living legend and will be a Hall of Famer the second he retires. All of this is common knowledge, and is accepted as fact by anyone being honest with themselves. That said, that's the last that I'm going to discuss Davin's legacy.
SFJ420: Davin, do you have anything to add?
SDM: No, he doesn't. Next question.
OGMSJ: Davin, why accept this bet? I mean, I know, I was there, but you've led Run DEA and Deviled Eggs...
SFJ420: And Run DLP.
SDM: Phantos, or Chad, was the captain of Run DLP. And Run DEA for that matter.
SFJ420: *snickers* Ok.
OGMSJ: My question is, you don't really have anything to prove as a leader or whatever. Alexander couldn't lead a 14 year old girl to an ice cold Smirnoff Ice. The only person this could possibly help is Alexander. If you win, you're expected to win. If you lose, Alexander strikes a giant blow against your reputation and can really marginalize you if you're not careful. Why risk all this?
SDM: When you claim to be the best, you take on all challengers and prove it; be it in the ring, at ringside, in the locker room, in the board room - that's where the challenge lies. The true champions rise to that occasion. The paper champions duck, dodge, avoid and ignore. And also, you're wrong. Alexander certainly can lead a 14 year old girl to an ice cold Smirnoff ice. He's got to have some place to put the roofies.
SFJ420: That you sell to him.
SDM: I have never sold drugs to my brother.
OGMSJ: But I know he's got roofies....
SDM: I have never sold drugs to my brother. I never will.
SFJ420: So you just give them to him?
SDM: Aren't you past due for a bong rip? Next question.
OGMSJ: Yeah, uh...why isn't Davin saying anything?
SDM: Are all your questions being answered?
OGMSJ: Well, yes, but-
SDM: Then who cares? Next question.
SFJ420: Any frontrunners for the team?
SDM: We're evaluating many different wrestlers at this time. We'll have our selections ready by the deadline.
SFJ420: Thanks for that horrible answer.
SDM: Next question.
OGMSJ: Are you back full-time now?
SDM: Yes. Next question.
SFJ420: How would you define your role?
SDM: Wife. Next question.
OGMSJ: Are you going to use more than one word to answer questions the rest of this interview?
SDM: It's possible.
SFJ420: There's a growing sense among the fans that Davin's jumping the shark from quirky on the way to jackass. Is this an intentional act?
SDM: Davin is and will always be Davin. He appreciates fan support and does what he can to show that appreciation. He can't control how they react to him. Davin's goal each week is to put on the best performance possible. That's all he can do. Next question.
OGMSJ: Any comments about Stank, Moose, or Fire, and voices, or blaming the fans for hatred, or anything to do with that?
*Samantha looks over to Davin, who just shakes his head no a couple times*
SDM: No comment at this time. My own comment? Fire needs to enjoy the silence and stop freakin' whining.
*Davin glares at Samantha after that*
SDM: Like I said, that's my personal editorial. Next question.
SFJ420: Any comments on Ravenna Blue and her relationship with Moose?
SDM: No. None of our business. Next question.
OGMSJ: Why are you being so stand-off-ish?
*Davin and Samantha stop. Coincidentally, they're in front of Texpress' locker room*
SDM: Because the more time we spend talking to you in interviews, the less time we have to concentrate on our task-at-hand. Our message will get out when the time is right. Don't worry. Now, if you'll excuse us...
*Davin and Samantha knock on the door, answered by Chad. He lets them in, and closes the door - not before shooting a lecherous wink at Shawn*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:28:26 GMT -5
(Tytan is walking down the Hall of Random Encounters when he runs into Chris Evans who sees him and goes into fight mode.)
Tytan: (chuckles) Nice, but its not necessary.
(Chris lowers down his guard a bit but still uncertain.)
Chris: What do you want then?
Tytan: Simple. I felt like I should be then one that brings this to your attention. Did you see your match for this week?
Chris: Yeah, so what. Ravenna and I will put on a show that will blow away the main event.
Tytan: That shouldn't be hard. I am going against a has-been and a wanna-be. That shouldn't be to hard to out shine.
Chris: So what's your point?
Tytan: The point is this "Cubbie" Ravenna has a nasty little bug that is whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
(Chris looks at him confused.)
Tytan: Moose, you idiot. Moose is selling the violence to a wounded dog, someone who is desperate for an opportunity to get a win.
Chris: Ravenna and I are friends, allies. She wouldn't do that to me.
Tytan: Think again "Cubbie" this is wrestling. We are here to beat each other up and get the win. And those sheep are out there and they are going to cheer for some blood. Do you think you have what it takes to deliver. Especially when someone that is your "Friend" comes at you with blood in her eyes.
(Chris ponders the whole thing)
I mean look at how quickly you two left me.
Chris: But you killed Eco..
Tytan: You are as bad as these sheep. You might as well shine the belt up for her real nice cause come Mayhem she's going to take the title from you.
(Tytan turns and starts to walk away.)
Chris: Wait...
(Tytan turns back)
Chris: What are you suggesting?
Tytan: Look for some new friends, and don't listen to the sheep. Be who you really are. Be the person that one that IC title.
Chris: That's it.
Tytan: Hey, you know where to find me...
(Tytan turns and walks away. Chris wonders what just happened.)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:28:59 GMT -5
Tytan turns a corner and walks straight into Firewoman, who stands with a serene, peaceful smile on her face.
FW: Tytan.
Tyt: Firewoman.
FW: We aren't going let you do this.
Tyt: Do what? And we who?
FW: Juni and I.
Tyt: Ah, so you're on speaking terms again?
FW: No, sadly....but that doesn't mean I don't know what he wants me to do.
Tyt: Uh huh...and what are you not going to let me do?
FW: We're not going to let you poison the rest of the OOWF.
Tyt: Uh huh...and how do you propose--
FW: You're role in this is finished. You served your purpose. You martyred Eco. He needed you to do that, but that is all. So your job is done, and you can lay that burden down and be forgiven and cleansed, so that Eco may welcome you into his fold when he returns.
Tyt: How hard did I hit you with that shovel?
FW: It doesn't matter, Tytan. What matters is that you will fail at this. Because I will stop you. Every time you try to do anything, I will be there, protecting those that you've blindsided, and reminding you that you are no longer Eco's true disciple. At least, until you abandon this quest and return to his message.
Tyt: Really? Look at you. You couldn't stop a clock with a hammer right now. This is what Eco has done for you.
Fire smiles and reaches behind the corner she came out of and pulls Athena out by her hair. Athena's eyes are teared up. Tytan goes to make a move, but Fire shakes her finger at him.
FW: Uh-uh. Don't. Now, the old Firewoman, she would have done way more than just taken this goddess from your quarters. No telling what shape you would have found her in. But I've finally gotten it I think. Eco has chosen me because I have the ability to do that. Heck, right now, I'm fighting the desire to send a message through your lovely assistant here. It would be amazing.....
Fire pauses, looking every bit the part of an addict confronted with her drug of choice.
But, I'm not going to. Not right now. But get out of line....sneak attack....emotionally torture...physically...whatever.....then that may change. Leave Evans, Ravenna...everyone alone. Got it?
Tyt: Yeah..whatever...I got it. You don't scare me, Fire.
Firewoman throws Athena into Tytan's arms.
FW: Oh I know. That's always been your downfall too, Tytan. Never knowing when you should be afraid.
Firewoman walks away, leaving Tytan with Athena sobbing in his arms.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:29:30 GMT -5
<we catch Moose, LD and Stank sitting in the back after the show. Naturally, Moose is still bleeding>
LD: Ok, trios time again. Do you think you two can stay sane long enough to win this?
MHJ: I make no promises
Sta: Are you calling ME insane?
LD: Ok, everyone in this room NOT hearing voices, raise your hand <LD is the only one to raise his hand> Yes, yes I am calling you crazy
Sta: You know why they never talk to you? No one likes Canadians
<LD throws a boot at Stank’s head which he easily avoids>
MHJ: If I could be serious for a moment <Stank and LD just stare at Moose> What? I figured Lance Storm would get LD’s attention <the other boot flies through the air, Moose avoids that one as well>
Sta: LD, nice job with the rookie this week. That kid has a world of potential
LD: He is tough, reminds me of Seamus. Sparxx show you anything in your match?
Sta: How to count the lights
<all three share a laugh>
LD: Ok, look, the Trios tournament. I want a shot at those titles. It is the one title none of us have held, and I think that needs to change. Our first round draw is a tough one, Folz, Fulton and Moore, they are a lot like Drink & Destroy, we are not going to out brawl them, we have to <looking at Moose> out wrestle them
MHJ: Why did you look at ME when you said that? Did I not just beat Evans in an Onslaught Rules match?
Sta: Yeah, how the FUCK did that happen anyway?
MHJ: Excuse me? This coming from the only one in the room who has NOT held the Onslaught Championship?
LD: How the hell did you win the Onslaught Championship anyway? I mean really?
MHJ: Stranger things have happened
Sta: You know, no, not really. That just about takes it as THE strangest thing in OOWF history
LD: And that is saying A LOT
Sta: Also, after we beat Folz, Fulton and Moore, because we ARE going to beat them, there is a chance we face the Darlings………and Fire
<Moose just stares off into space as Stank says this>
LD: Helllooooooo, Moose?
<Moose gets up from his seat and grabs Happy DethBat and walks out of the room>
Sta: Dammit we lost him
LD: Well, it was fun while it lasted
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:30:04 GMT -5
The Texpress arrive at the Elgin Arena and are unloading thier bags from the trunk of Zane's '65 Mustang when they are appraoched by a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist.
RNSFJ: Chad, Zane I'm here to talk to you about the controversial finish to the tag title match last week. What do you have to say for yourselves.
Zane: Nothing.
RNSFJ: Nothing?
Chad: Nothing toots.
RNSFJ: I gotta say, I'm pretty shocked.
Zane: Here's the thing. There's nothing to say. We didn't want the match to turn out like it did. We aren't out here gloating.
RNSFJ: FOlz and Fulton have challenged you to a match of your choosing at the PPV
Chad: We accept.
RNSFJ: What kind of stipulations will you choose?
Zane: Best 2 out of 3 Falls, World Class Rules
RNSFJ: You realize you would have lost the titles last week under those rules?
Chad: That's the entire point. But if Crusher and Matt want different stipulations, we accept any Wrestling match they choose
RNSFJ: Thats it? You guys did the mutual respect thing with DH and Alexis too. You can't get along with everybody.
Chad: I'm a lover not a fighter
RNSFJ: So I hear (smiles and bats her eyelashes)
Zane: If there's nothing else, we have a match to prepare for.
RNSFJ: (staring at Chad) That's it..... WAIT! No! I forgot, You will be facing your former RunDEA teammates this week, does that give this match any extra meaning.
Zane: We'll be in the ring with two former world champions. It will be a challenge.
RNSFJ: And your partner's "Drean Team" he's assembling, any thoughts on why you two weren't selected for his team?
Chad: Actually, You're wrong there. Davin told us about his plans. We wished him good luck. Our SOLE FOCUS is the World Tag Team Championships. We simply aren't interested in becoming singles wrestlers.
RNSFJ: Even though you proved yourself capable by winning the Onslaught Title during Zane's suspension?
Zane: Pretty sure we've answered that.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:30:58 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore, looking to talk strategy for the Trios Tournament, enters Matt Folz's locker room. Moore is wearing a leather jacket and jeans.SF: No, he's better in Minnesota. Did you see the comeback last week? MF: How many SuperBowls or MVPs has he won? He was The Man in Green Bay. SNM: Ah, Matt Folz. Stan Fulton. Just the lads I wanted to talk to. MF: There's the young stallion who just took LD to his limit. SF: Yeah, we'll need that sort of effort this week, if we're to win this thing. SNM: Oy, it's bloody hot in here. Moore takes off his jacket, to reveal:Both Fulton's and Folz's mouths drop.MF: Get the hell out of here with that. SF: Yeah, really - the Jets? MF: Although, we did turn a near 40-yo has been into a stud linebacker in Clay Matthews... SNM: What in the hell are you talking about? MF: Your Favre jersey - what do you think? SNM: confused and mangles the pronunciation... What Farvvvrvrve jersey? Fulton looks dumbfoundedly at Folz, as if to wonder if Moore's a moron, then to Moore himself.SF: The one you're wearing? SNM: I have no idea what you're talking about. Moore turns around, so Folz and Fulton can see the reverse side of the jersey.SF: Oh... MF: Better, I suppose - no accounting for taste. Anyway, here's what we're thinking... Fulton closes the door behind Moore, as the cameras
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:31:49 GMT -5
Moose is sitting at Flair's coffee shop, Happy Deth Bat at his side, and Fire comes up for their usual coffee time.
MHJ: Hey.
FW: Hey.
MHJ: So.....we could face each other this week.
FW: You need to stop.
MHJ: Stop what?
FW: Whatever the hell it is you're doing.
MHJ: I can't. He won't--
FW: So who is "he," Moose? Is it dad's voice you hear? Because let me tell you, that's whose voice I heard for years. Telling me I was worthless...that it was my fault we didn't have food, whatever else his drunken ass thought up. But not anymore.
MHJ: Oh? Let me guess.....Juni.
FW: Yes, and no. I mean, I thought if I burned the house down, that would work, especially if he was in it....
MHJ: Which was the original plan, right?
FW: But that didn't work....even though I was pretty happy with the total destruction of that house, where all that...happened. But I wasn't. It wasn't until....
MHJ: So help me God if you say until you married Darling...
FW: No....it wasn't until Tytan brought him to the ring...and I forgave him....then, all those things he used to tell me...tell us....disappeared.
MHJ: Uh huh.
FW: I guess what I'm saying is--
MHJ: I know what you're saying, and the answer is Fuck No. First of all, that's not who it is. Second, even if it was, there's no way in hell I'm ever forgiving that fuck....
FW: Moose, I understand...I can't forgive .... my mother. Even saying that, rather than "Moose's mom" or "Davin's aunt" is hard. But I can at least get that far now. And I'm working on it. I WANT to forgive her. And I will someday, with Eco's help, and ... practice.
MHJ: Practice?
FW: Yeah... I forgave you...Poe....Dad.....each one gets easier. So....I thought you could....you know practice....
MHJ: I don't have anything to forgive you for.
FW: Well, you probably do, but I wasn't talking about me.
Fire nods behind her, and Alexander Darling comes in, and sits down at the table with them, with his own coffee...well, no...it's a cappuccino....of course....*eye roll* Moose grabs the handle of Happy Deth Bat.
MHJ: Why is he here?
FW: You know why.
MHJ: You have got to be fucking kidding me. It's not happening.
AD: Look...we didn't get off on the best foot when I got here--
MHJ: Fire...he kidnapped me and carved his initials in my chest. He just made the understatement of the century.
FW: Moose.......just.....look, I need more coffee....you sit here, and do not make a move, or I will cram Happy Deth Bat up your ass. That goes for you too, Alex.
Fire gets up to get more coffee. Moose turns to look at Alex with a glare that would break glass.
AD: Look...this was not my idea.
MHJ: *glare*
AD: Okay....fine....maybe I subconsciously knew you were Ket, maybe you just reminded me...it doesn't matter. The point is......*takes a deep breath*....I don't give a damn if you forgive me or not, or whatever it is Fire's obsessed with this week. The point is, this is important to Fire...And you want your sister to be happy, right?
MHJ: *glare*
AD: Right. And I swear to you...so do I. A lot. This...us.....well, it's nothing we ever planned or expected but....it's kinda working, ya know?
MHJ: *glare more*
AD: It's weird, we've always been close, sometimes really close.... *Alex smiles a bit, as if he knew this would annoy Moose, and it does.* Surprised you didn't know that from Japan...anyway....It's important to Fire that we get along and don't try to kill each other all the time. We're not going to like each other, but I'd do just about anything to keep her happy, and you know I'll watch out for her....so....maybe not forgiveness...but maybe a truce?
MHJ: *glare more*
AD: Fine....I tried.....
Firewoman returns with more coffee.
FW: Well, everyone's still alive...that's progress.
MHJ: *glare*
AD: Kind of.
Alexander gets up to leave.
FW: You're going?
AD: You need to spend time with your brother. I get to see you all day and *smirking at moose* all night. *He kisses Fire on the head, gives Moose the same smirk and walks away.*
FW: So...no, huh.
MHJ: No fucking way, Fire. I can't believe you--
FW: Fine, whatever. Let's talk about something else.
MHJ: Wait...what happened to your eye?
FW: Does no one watch OOWF-TV?
MHJ: I don't remember a shot in your match...
FW: It was before the match....We were in the practice ring and Alex--
MHJ: Alex did that?
FW: Well, yeah but....where are you going?
Moose has grabbed Happy Deth Bat and stands up, with a very blank expression and walks out of Ric's. Fire sits for a minute drinking her coffee...and then realization hits her.
FW: Oh shit....
Fire stands up and runs out after Moose.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:32:32 GMT -5
Ravenna is seen walking towards her car. She has her cell phone out. She speaks flatly
RB: Tell Chad I owe him a date....I know. I forgot too...no I will not be wearing a dress...and you can go to hell. Just call them and tell him I forgot and a deal's a deal.
The camera fades as she walks to her car.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:33:13 GMT -5
<Moose is storming down the hall, Alex turns around just a moment too late and Moose SLAMS Happy DethBat upside his head sending him to the floor. Moose immediately pounces on Darling and grates HDB against his forehead drawing copious amounts of blood. Moose is in a rage, screaming incoherently at Darling. He pulls him to his feet and shoves him against the wall and SLAMS HDB into his ribs dropping him to the floor. Moose glares at Darling and reaches into his boot and pulls out……a scalpel. He pins Darling to the floor and puts the scalpel to his throat and starts to drag it across his throat when Fire shows up and grabs Moose from behind and pulls him off of Darling>
FW: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
<Moose just stares at Fire, Fire turns to check on Darling, who is holding his throat>
FW: WHAT THE FUCK MOOSE!
<Moose slowly shakes his head as he gets to his feet>
MHJ: I knew it. He was right. He said it would happen, and it is. I didn’t want to believe it. I never thought you, of all people would do it, but He said you would. I can’t believe it. He was right
FW: What the FUCK are you talking about?
MHJ: You are becoming one of…….Them
<Moose gives Fire an odd look, then cocks his head as if he is listening to someone. He shakes his head, looks at Fire again, then walks away>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:34:55 GMT -5
Fire looks down at Alex, and then turns and runs to catch up with Moose.
FW: HEY! I am NOT done with you.
Fire picks up a chair and throws it at Moose. It bounces off the back of his head, cutting it open, and he whirls around.
MHJ: Really? You want to do this? Right here?
FW: *picking up another chair* Junichiro Muyo does not approve of backstage and random violence. It's my job to stop it. It's what Eco would want.
MHJ: *laughing maniacally* So who are you, the avenging angel? You are no angel.
FW: No...no I'm not.
Fire swings the chair, and Moose ducks. He swings Happy Deth Bat, but not with a lot of effort, and Fire easily blocks it with the chair. Security swarms the hallway and with a massive effort separates the two.
MHJ: That's fine. We'll finish this later.
FW: I'm done. Don't do it again.
Moose simply laughs as security leads him away. Fire throws them off her, and then heads back to check on Alex.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:34:59 GMT -5
<We cut to GM the Rick's office where Moose is sitting there working the barbs of his strand of barbed wire while GM the Rick is apoplectic with rage>
GMtR: YOU.....TRIED.....TO......SLIT.......HIS......THROAT!
MHJ: But I didn't
GMtR: ONLY BECAUSE FIRE STOPPED YOU!
MHJ: Yeah, I owe her an asskicking for that
<GM the Rick just stares at Moose>
GMtR: You.......you have no remorse for this, do you?
MHJ: Nope. None at all. A couple more seconds and we would have had one less asshole in the OOWF
GMtR: <staring blankly> That's murder
MHJ: Well, seems like around here, murder gets you the world title, doesn't it Ricky?
GMtR: <furious> THAT'S IT! YOU'RE SUSPENDED!
MHJ: No, I don't think I am
GMtR: Excuse me?
MHJ: I make you money Rick
GMtR: A lot of people make me money, you are not special
MHJ: Really? So, you are going to pass up on the chance for me to meet Firewoman, for only the second time ever, and Alexander Darling across the ring, given what just happened? You are going to toss that away? Have fun watching your numbers plummet. You may not like me Rick, but people pay to see those idiot faces try to kick my ass
GMtR: Its still not worth it
MHJ: I think it is. And beside, I won the match. The stip was, we work out a contract. Right now, I am an independent contractor. Sure, you can drop me from the show, but technically, you can't suspend me. You want to suspend me? You want to force me to see a shrink? Sign me to a deal. Its all up to you Ricky. Now......I have to go, He has some unfinished business for me to take care of
<Moose gets up and walks out of Rick's office. Rick pulls a flask out of his desk drawer, looks at it, then pulls out a large bottle and drinks directly from that>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:36:29 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore, Stan Fulton, and Matt Folz are still in the locker room, talking strategy. A TV tuned to OOWF-TV is on in the corner.
SNM: Holy Christmas - do they have any programming other than Moose and Firewoman? No SFJ mud-wrestling, or anything?
SF: Or Jell-O wrestling. Mmmm...
MF: Will you two concentrate? I can't do this alone, you know...
SNM: Fine, I'll turn the bloody thing off, then - I'm getting tired of looking at Moose's face, anyway.
Moore gets up to turn the TV off.
SNM: So, let me get this straight - my job is to take on LD, while you two take on Moose and Stank - right? Good, because if that lunatic brings the bat into play, I'm tagging you in, big guy.
SF: What - are you scared?
SNM: Well, I'm not stupid, if that's what you mean.
Folz and Fulton stand at this, slighted by the Irishman.
MF: You just take care of business, and let the big boys handle those jackasses. You got our backs, though, if things get out of hand - don't you?
SNM: Of course, I do. I just don't want to take any, "unnecessary risks," shall we say. Barbed wire and scalpels aren't exactly my speciality.
MF: Right - that's why you have Williams.
SNM: OK - I'm off to get some more stout. I'll catch you around.
Moore leaves, running into Moose in the Hall of Random Encounters.
SNM: Moose - you bringing that... thing with you this week?
Moose either ignores or doesn't hear Moore, as he loving caresses HDB and mumbles to himself as he walks by. Moore just shakes his head and continues on his way to the Destroyatarium as the cameras...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:37:03 GMT -5
Firewoman is PUNCHING~! the bejeezus out of a heavy bag, and looks like she has been for quite some time. Alexander comes up behind her, but makes lots of noise so she knows he's there. She continues to punch while she's talking.
FW: What.
AD: That have Moose's face on it?
FW: Moose's face isn't good enough for my fists.
AD: Okay....so, shouldn't you be done soon? Lucky was looking for you.
FW: You tell me. We have a trios match in a few days.
AD: Are you nervous about it? I mean...I know .....
FW: Why would I be nervous? I can't wait. If we make it through the first round, we can face my idiot brother in the ring, so I can just once and for all get him to shut up. But before we get there, we're facing Chad and Zane, and while I know what you're thinking, because you suck at hiding it, this isn't about that, it's about them being the best damn tag team around, and then they're teaming with Davin, who's a tough opponent even when he's phoning it in, like he has been lately, but just watch we'll get lucky and the real Davin will show up. Why would I be nervous?
AD: We beat him and Eric last week, so --
FW: Yeah, about us....Lexie's barely spoken to me since we decided to make a go of this, much less do anything resembling 'training.' And you....
AD: Me what?
Fire spins around and hits him square in the stomach with a roundhouse kick, doubling him over, and then goes back to punching the bag.
AD: *OOf* What the fuck was THAT for?
FW: I saw you....talking to Moose, smirking at him. You were baiting him.
AD: That doesn't sound like something I'd do.
FW: ....
AD: Okay, that's exactly what I would do. And did. But I did try to be sincere first and he just wasn't listening.
FW: I know... I shouldn't have even tried.
AD: Well, it's not your fault. *He finally catches his breath* Look, you need to stop punching, your knuckles are all bloody.
Fire stops and looks.
FW: Huh...so they are.
AD: Some things never change. *He grabs her hand* C'mon lets get those cleaned up.
FW: *Jerking it away* I can do this myself you know.
Lucky: THERE you are. You're going to be late!
FW: For what?
Lucky is carrying his clipboard and a garment bag of some sort on his shoulder.
Lucky: You have an appearance. Sign autographs, do a bit of p.r. You and one other person.
AD: Great, I'm set.
Lucky: No, they have someone, but they didn't say who.
FW: Good, then SOMEONE can stop hovering. What is that?
Lucky: You're...uh....gown.
FW: My...what?
Lucky: Local dance studio is doing a Dancing With the Stars tryout thing or something. You get to be one of the stars.
Alexander can barely contain his laughter, and then gives up.
FW: Shut up.
Lucky: What's so funny?
AD: Oh lots of things. First off, Fire would have to let a man lead.
FW: Shut up.
Lucky: Hehehehehe....
AD: SECOND, women always move to the right, and trust me, Fire can't do anything to the right.
FW: Shut. Up.
Lucky: That's true.....
AD: But the funniest part of this....Fire can't dance... at all! She's TERRIBLE! You know why we don't dance when we all go out? Because she CAN'T. This is going to be FANTASTIC. I'm going.
FW: You are not. Lucky....get me out of this.
Lucky: Sorry boss...no can do...you're still on Rick's list from your match w/Tytan a few weeks ago.
Fire glares at Lucky, glares MORE at a still hysterical Alex. Lucky give Fire her stuff and leads Fire and Alex to a waiting car to take them to the studio.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:37:46 GMT -5
Noelani and the Flyin' Hawai'ians are at Ric's Sub Shop (Saturday Sausage-Fest; Extra Sausage All. Night. Long. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO). Noelani and Aina are seated at a table enjoying their subs. Kai is at the counter with Ric, both men bashing their fists into their forehead and shouting. Ric's bleeding (shocking ain't it?). Kai is not... yet.
N: So...
A: What?
N: You've never told me what that was about last week.
A: Don't worry about it kaikuahine.
N: AH HA I knew it!
RF: GOD! WOOOOOOOOOOO!
A: What?
N: You're doing it again. Getting all protective.
A: Hakuna Matata.
N: We agreed that if...
RF: GOD!!
K: Hana Hou!
RF: What did you say Fat Boy?!
Both Noelani and Aina watch the scene and shake their heads.
N: We agreed that if this was going to work...
A: I am sorry. It won't happen again.
N: Good. I'm trying to do business with these guys. Behave yourself this week and don't piss them off. beat them, but do it cleanly without any of that... testosterony stuff.
Kai shouts something in Hawai'ian. Noelani shakes her head at him.
N: Pupule.
RF: GOD!!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:38:28 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is working out with a punching bag. he looks more focused than he ever has. Jewel is close to him holding a water bottle.
J-PS: The time for games is ovah. I gots ma first World Title shot this week.
J-P punches the bag a few more times.
J-PS: Concrete TGIF, you masked foo, Ima beatchoo within an inch a yo life son. Ya in ma way, knowwhatI'msayin'? You gots ta go, son.
J-P punches the bag again five more times quickly.
J-PS: Now that leaves da big bad Tytan.
J-P stops on the bag and looks serious.
J-PS: I gots ta admit it, you a scary bro. I mean, damn son, ya killed a man. Dat's real ya'll.
Something flashes in J-P's mind. A smile crosses his face.
J-PS: But'cha know what? You ain't faced me son!
J-P hops around the bag punching it a few times.
J-PS: You ain't had da Spark. I'ma git'cha. Den I'm gonna get ma World. Heavyweight. Championship. Bro. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P punches the bag hard, then looks directly into the camera.
J-PS: Bitch.
J-P opens his mouth. Jewel squirts in some water. J-P sloshes it around in his mouth, then spits it at the camera, soaking the lens.
J-PS: KnowhatI'msayin'?
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:39:26 GMT -5
(The scene is a random Dance Studio and there are some camera and a couple of professional dancers. And some other random local celebs and sorts. There is a lot of action going on and the crowd stops when none other then Tytan walks in with Athena walking in slightly behind.) Tytan: Wow, I can't believe this is where Rick was actually sending me for a PR appearance. Athena: Oh my God, this is just unbelievable. (Athena is looking around and is getting all excited.) This is one of my favorite shows on TV and no way they managed to get him here. It's Johnathan Roberts. JR: Hi, and you must be one of the Wrestlers that they sent over from the OOWF. My name is Johnathan and by my guess you must be Tytan. (Tytan not knowing what to do decides that it is just safe to be professional but we all know that he totally uncomfortable with the whole thing.) Tytan: Hi...I have know idea what in the world I am doing here. JR: It's simple....this is a charity event. It's where we have one week to get a "celebs" couple in the case you and your partner ready for a Ballroom Dance contest where you will go against others and the ones that get the best votes from the fans and the judges will win the prize and the money will go to their charity. Tytan: So are you going to be teaching me? JR: No, she is. Tytan: My day just got better. AT: My name Anna. Tytan: Hello there beautiful. AT: Hi, I taught Chuck Lidell how to dance you should be no different. Tytan: Now, you said I have a partner....who is it? AT: What they didn't tell you? (Just then there is a commotion at the door and no other the Tytan's partner enters followed by Lucky.) Tytan: No, way....not her. (At the door Firewoman looks at Lucky.) Firewoman: No way not him. Lucky: I tried to get you out of this. (Tytan and Firewoman meet on the floor and they stare each other down.) JR: Oh and we got world from Rick that we are to tell you two back out of this and the Concussion Research fund will be really ticked off. (Just then Matt Morgan appears) MM: Then you have me to answer too. AT: And the Rick said he would have you suspended for two months. (Firewoman smiles at Tytan) Firewoman:Eco would love this. Tytan: Well...I guess we have no choice in this one. Firewoman: So what are we learning? AT: So since there is already a nice tension between the two of you. We figured JR: This is what we are going to have you two do. www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6VvR3hkePI(Tytan and Firewoman look at each other in disbelief.) T And F: Oh hell no! JR: Oh yes and you two will like it... Tytan: We will see... FW: As long as he keeps the shovel and home we will be fine. Tytan: At least here I know your shoes can't be loaded. (Anna looks and Johnathan.) A: At least we know that have a tension going for them. J: This could be a long week.... (FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:40:35 GMT -5
(We now catch up with Fire and Tytan who are still at the Studio trying to learn the tango. Anna and Johnathan are still having a hard time teaching them.)
(Tytan and Fire are taking the Steps and Johnathan spells them out.)
J: T-
Tytan: I hate you.
J: A
Firewoman: I hate you more.
J: N
Tytan: You are suppose to follow.
J: G
Tytan: Think of me as if I were Eco.
J: O
Tytan: (Firewoman Stomps on his Foot.) Ouch!
(Anna shakes her head as she sees what is going on.)
A: Look you two, if you want to do well in this event. You need to change the attitudes.
T: How do you expect us to do that when she wont let me lead?
F: How do you expect me to let you lead when you can't even do that right?
J: Well at least you guys have the characters right for this dance,
A: Tytan, do you realize that you whole job in this partnership is to make Firewoman look good.
J: She, is right. If you walk off the floor and people tell you that you looked good. Then you did something wrong.
Firewoman: Tytan having no choice in making me look good, I can get use to that.
J: And when you guys move across the floor. You need to take bigger steps. Tytan if you end up stepping on Fire's foot, that would be her fault. She didn't take big enough steps.
Tytan: So you mean I can actually try to hurt her?
(Johnathan and Anna look at each other confused.)
J: If that's how you want to look at it...
Tytan: I can do that.
A: Alright then let's try this again.
(They go back to the floor and start again. This time they actually do it and look pretty good.)
J: (To Anna) I think we may have found our way to teach them yet.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:41:18 GMT -5
There is a break in the action at the Dancing With the Stars tryouts and tapings. Fire and Tytan appear to be keeping their distance.... for now! Fire goes over to the champagne and hors d'oevres bar, where Alex is hanging out, chatting with some of the other dancers.AD: Fire....not as bad as I thought. Lucky: It's a lot like wrestling, really. The one who leads the moveset always goes to the left, so the other follows. Fire just has to remember there's no taking turns depending upon the story or the time in the match....er dance. Kayfabe comes out of the bathroom and throws a shoe at Lucky.Lucky: I mean....I got nothing...I can't save that. FW: Both of you shut up. How much longer do I have to wear this thing? AD: It's pretty hot...Lucky, can she keep that for....later? Lucky: Probably... FW: Seriously, I'm going to kick you again. AD: Not in those heels. FW: Wanna bet? At that moment Tytan comes up.Tyt: They need us to tape another session again. FW: Fine, I'll be there in a minute. Tyt: No....I have to....look, I have to escort you to the floor. FW: What? Lucky and Alex stifle a laugh.Tyt: It's the etiquette, Fire. I'm not supposed to let my lady go to the floor alone. AD: Wait......"your" lady? FW: Take your hands off me, or I'll put you through the catering table. Lucky: Fire, just go along with it....only a few more hours. Fire glares at everyone, but especially Tytan who holds his elbow out for her to take, in a very mocking way. Fire glare at him, then takes his arm in a huff.FW: Let's just get this over with. They walk to the floor again, fake smiles for the crowd of on lookers, and Tytan maneuvers her into the right place with a hand on the small of her back, drawing a glare from Alexander.AD: How much longer? Lucky: Two more dances I think...or until they kill each other, whichever comes first.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:42:03 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac walks into the Destroyatorium. As he walks in, the members of Drink and Destroy stand up with looks of concern on their face.*
Eric: Hey partners!
*Eric takes a seat at the bar. DVD gets up and walks over to him.*
DVD: Eric...what are you doing?
Eric: I'm hanging out with my new partners. We are so going to be Trios Champions.
DVD: You realize that Drink and Destroy is facing you, right?
Eric: Pssh. That doesn't make sense. We should totally team up. I have ten pack abs. I kind of fit in here.
DVD: Because you have abs?
Eric: Because they are ten packs. I'm sure you guys like ten packs, right?
DVD: Umm....one second.
*DVD walks back over and retrieves DDT. DDT walks up to Eric and motions to the door.*
Eric: Hey, what's up? Aren't you excited we are teaming up?
DDT:...
Eric: I see, you are at a loss for words. I've been thinking we should get rid of the Australian guy. He belches too much for my liking.
DDT:...
Eric: I see you agree. I can't stick around too long. If do, the bookerman might think I'm crawling back to the OOWF. I've made it clear that I'm a free agent, but I don't think anyone else wants my services. Don't tell anyone, ok?
DDT:...
Eric: Thanks buddy.
*Eric takes his drink and walks out.*
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:43:10 GMT -5
The Texpress are watching OOWF-TV
Chad: Wow. Fire and Tytan Dancing.
Zane: Add that to the list of Things I Never Want To See On My Screen Again
Chad: I dunno man, that outfit is pretty hot.
Zane:....
Chad:.... Don't go there. Ship sailed. in the past. I even have a date tonight
Zane: Good.
Chad: Speaking of.. it's about that time. Have fun watching more tape, partner.
Zane: MmmmHmmm. (grabs his laptop and flips it open. Chad leaves) I wonder if I can find one of those for Bridgette.....
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:43:10 GMT -5
DVD is seen walking into the Destroyatorium, he looks well rested, and happy, he is also reading a Hawaiian to English dictionary. As he walks past the bar Ashley looks over at what is in his hands.
Ashley: Trying to make some new friends Vic?
DVD: (looking up from the book) It's all business babe. We need to know what them Hawaiian boys are saying when we face them.
Ashley: And if you learn some new phrases to whisper to that pretty little manager of theirs?
DVD: (smiling) Well I guess that would just be an extra bonus.
Suddenly DVD's and Ashley's conversation is interrupted by a loud laughter coming from the other end of the bar. DVD heads over, were DH, OBJ and DDT are sitting around a television, all of them caught up in a fit of laughter.
DVD: What's got you guys laughing so hard.
DH: Fire....
OBJ: and Tytan......
Danny makes the motion of people ballroom dancing, and then points at the TV. DVD looks at it and just shakes his head in amusement.
DVD: Man it keeps getting weirder and weirder around here.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for Ain't that the truth.
DVD: Okay, enough fun and games, we need to prep for the trios tournament this week. We've got the Hawaiians in the first round, and we all know they aren't pushovers.
Danny knocks on his head.
OBJ: Yeah, Taylor's right, them boys have hard heads, it will be a fight with them.
DH: That is true, but their team does have a weak link.
Danny shoots DH a questioning look.
DH: Eric is their partner. When he wants to be he can bring it, but he lets himself get distracted way to easily. With that pretty little manager of theirs, it's a good chance Eric won't be focused.
DVD: Can't say I blame the man. It would be easy to loose yourself in those papaya's.
All three D&D members look at DVD.
DVD: Would you rather I had said pineapples?
DH: Anyways, best thing to do is prepare for the worst but hope for the best. If Eric comes to fight, it will be a tough match, but if he doesn't, we've got ourselves the equivalent of a handicap match.
Danny points to the roster sheet showing Larson/Tyler/and Dead getting the first round bye.
OBJ: Good point Danny, regardless of what happens, when we beat the Hawaiian boys, we will be facing a fresh team next. It's gonna be a long hard night for us.
Danny nods his head in agreement.
DVD: Hell as tough as the three of you are, I don't care if every team you faced had a bye. Drink and Destroy is starting a new era, and those trios titles sure would look nice over the bar. Let's bring it to em this week and give the rest of the OOWF locker room something more important to worry about then bets and dancing. Let's remind them what the Destroy part of the name means.
With that all four members raise their glasses and share a toast as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:44:33 GMT -5
(scene opens in the abandoned gym where CTG is doing pullups. SFJ#52 steps in as he drops back down)
SFJ: Concrete, I'm sure you're excited about having a World Title shot at this week's Mayhem
CTG: Citizen, facing a champion can be an honor and a privilege - though in this case it will be much more than that.
SFJ: You speak of JP Sparxx
CTG: A determined man named after women of ill repute. I had difficulty researching this man without having to clear my cache from the filth that came through
SFJ: and Tytan?
CTG: My disappointment of his past actions is well-known. Justice will find him, and if that is not enough, then Karma will find him.
SFJ: You're not looking past Sparxx, are you?
CTG: by no means - he is young, he is hungry, and he needs to learn respect. So my mission is clear. I will reclaim the World Heavyweight title for myself, JP Sparxx may actually be locatable upon the internet, and perhaps our GM will step up and properly administer the Justice that Tytan so deserves.
SFJ: if Tytan hasn't been sent to jail yet....
CTG: perhaps his trial is pending, but the greater justice is taking away a reward he does not deserve.
SFJ: Any other thoughts of Sparxx?
CTG: Should I google him again, I wonder if the next picture will be David Otunga.......
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 14:45:10 GMT -5
Cameras fade into GM the Rick's office, as Sean Naomh Moore has entered to talk about some new programming.
GMtR: So, Moore, the new fella - what can I do you for?
SNM: How long do I have to be here before I'm no longer the "new" guy?
GMtR: Depends on how long it takes before a new new guy shows up. Why?
SNM: I was just wondering - but that's not why I'm here. Do you know what we need around here?
GMtR: Is this about mud-wrestling?
SNM: [Surprised...] Well, yes - how did you know?
GMtR: I saw your conversation with Fulton and Folz. If I can talk Ivory into coming down for some mud-wrestling, I'll make it happen. We just need a location, as I don't really want to lose seats from papered... ahem... I mean, "paying" customers.
SNM: Ah, well, I'd imagine the boys in Drink & Destroy wouldn't mind putting in a mud pit in the Destroyatarium - especially if you can talk that Hawaiian girl into taking part. I'll see if I can talk Christy into it, too.
the Rick takes out his trusty flask of whiskey, and takes a swig.
GMtR: Sure, sure - now, if you don't mind, I have to check in to make sure Firewoman and Tytan haven't killed each other yet. No - seriously, I need to call Lucky and make sure everything is OK.
SNM: OK, well, thank you for your time. I'll talk to Christy and see if she's up for some action. Well, you know what I mean.
Moore exits the Rick's office as the cameras...
FADE
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