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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:38:10 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Black Earth, WI
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Tytan vs. J-P Sparxx
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match - Stank is Special Guest Referee[/u] Chris Evans vs. Moosehead Jack
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Winner of the Three Way Dance
Winner Gets an OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Shot at November Pain 3[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Sean Moore
Winner Gets an OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Shot TONIGHT[/u] Davin Moreland vs. Bryce Larson vs. Stank
Firewoman vs. Eric O'Mac The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Drink & Destroy Ravenna Blue & Concrete TG vs. The Dead & Tyler Vangarde
Card subject to something bad happening because of Wisconsin
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:38:41 GMT -5
*We cut to Davin, who is doing a Dead-ly job of trashing his locker room*
DM: FUCKING HORSESHIT! THOSE FUCKING DARLINGS HAVE COST ME FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME! I end this NOW!
*He grabs a Trusty Rebar and looks to head out, but Samantha steps in front*
SDM: Are you done?
DM: Do I LOOK done?
SDM: Yes. You're acting like a little girl who had her dolly stolen. Shit happens. It was a schmozz and it happens. You've been in them before. You will be again.
DM: This is different.
SDM: It's not.
DM: Are you KIDDING?
SDM: Because it's the Blunder Twins? Shouldn't be any different. It's not like it was a title match or anything.
DM: It was a tournament match.
SDM: Was there a belt on the line?
DM: No.
SDM: Did you have control over the outcome?
DM: No.
SDM: Then shut the fuck up already and clean this before we have to go.
DM: I'll just pay the fine.
SDM: NO! You'll fucking CLEAN it and maybe you'll realize how fucking ridiculously you're behaving. *mocking* They cost me for the last time!! What a fucking baby. I thought you were mentally tougher than that. I guess I was wrong. Did you take your pills today?
DM: You've made your point. I'm going to clean this now.
SDM: Good. I'll be at the airport getting shitfaced while I wait for you. Later.
*She leaves and the door slams*
DM: Love you too, honey.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:38:37 GMT -5
Texpress are on their way to Wisconsin. Zane is once again driving, Bridgette asleep in the backseat.
Chad: So, another 0-fer in the trios tournament
Zane: Yeah, that sucked. Davin didn't answer his phone before we left.
Chad: You think he's mad at us?
Zane: He really hasn't been himself alot here lately.
Chad: Speaking of phones.... (grabs his and dials a number) HE you. Missed ya before we left...... Great match tonight..... Yes I saw..... Sometimes those are the toughest battles to win........... Yes........ No........ I don't think so............. Awwww, C'mon it isn't that bad............. I swear I didn't tell ANYONE..................... HEY! I'm a nice guy................ I understand, listen, you call me whenever you want............. There's always two sides to a story....................... You driving?................. Good, get some rest.................Talk to you at the arena......
Zane: Which floozy was that?
Chad: Umm.. none. It was Rav
Zane: So the date went well?
Chad: You could say that.
Zane: (shaking his head) you're full of it
Chad: No man, we had a really good time after all
Zane: Really (people's eyebrowing Chad)
Chad: Really. It was great
Zane: Wow
Chad: What? I can't have a good time
Zane: I just never expected it to be with her. She doesn't seem the type
Chad: What type?
Zane: The... hook up type.
Chad: WHAT?!?!
Zane: Your type, whatever
Chad: It wasn't like that.
Zane: it was "Special"
Chad: It was just a dinner date.
Zane: With no sex?
Chad: Of course not. She's not that kind of girl.
Zane: You are.
Chad: (grins) I know But she isn't. And I'm ok with that.
Zane: So she's going out with you again?
Chad: We'll see. Kind of left it open, you know?
Zane: Wow. Chad Madison gets to Second Date before Second Base.
Chad: It was weird, I was really not expecting it to last, Moose showed up, her waiting weeks to call back, and it seemed like she was only doing it so she could keep her 'promise', but after a while, she opened up and we really talked for several hours. It was nice.
Zane: Definitely a change of pace. for you.
Chad: (grins) Shock, huh!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:40:14 GMT -5
Backstage in Elgin, SoCalChristy sits with Sean Naomh Moore, who suffered his second straight loss.
SCC: Don't worry - it's just a little run of tough luck. It happens to everyone.
SNM: Sure, I guess... It just doesn't happen to me.
SCC: Look on the bright side - you get another chance to fight for a title in your #1 contender match with Alexander Darling. Winner faces LD Williams!
SNM: Darling? Bollocks - I don't want to face that pretty boy. I mean, I guess he's a good enough guy, but he's got everything - money, cars, buildings, a woman by his side, past championships, and a catchphrase. What do I have? A few wins, and now a couple of losses - a couple of drinking buddies over at the Destroyatarium...
SCC: Well, you did hook up with Paris Hilton a few weeks back.
SNM: :scowls: Yeah, and I got something from that I didn't want, too...
Christy's jaw drops.
SCC: I don't wanna know.
SNM: Nah - it's better. Doc fixed me up. Screw it. I'm heading over to have a drink or twenty with Jack and the lads.
Moore gets up to leave, and the ninja cam closes on Christy's saddened face and...
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:41:44 GMT -5
(Fire is PRAYING~! or MEDITATING~! we're not sure, but she is alone, seated, and her eyes are closed. she barely stirs as a shadow falls across her)
CTG: (in a more "indoor voice") citizen, a moment of your time.
(Fire's eyes open)
CTG: Firstly, I must express my gratitude for you saving me from a fate that could well have been death.
FW: (skeptical look)
CTG: Secondly, despite my near-incapacitation I did hear what you said.... words that I never thought I would hear from you. I could count on both hands who would have said it before you did.
FW: Only count yourself once, hero. You're only one man in this war.
CTG: and it's time that I started fighting like one.
FW: you're talking to the wrong person for that.
CTG: Am I? You have demanded justice, and bringing justice here is my mission.
FW: you haven't shown that
??: She's right
(CTG turns to see Ravenna standing nearby.)
RB: If you're going to be a hero, I think you need to start being a little more active in the hero business as much as in the wrestling business.
FW: I still don't think he gets it
CTG: ?
FW: At least I've called them on it. You haven't even stepped up to that. You're in some tag match this week
CTG: Booking and justice are not the same thing
FW: So why aren't you yelling at Rick about that?
RB: I don't think we can get the card changed that quickly.
FW: Don't get cold feet, Rav. Hero needs to "hero up"
(CTG looks back and forth to the two women and former champions.)
RB: Well?
CTG: I ..... I will speak to the commissioner presently.
FW: so he DOES have a pair.
CTG: (doesn't respond to that remark as he walks off)
Stank: (peeks in) and that, folks, is the ONLY way Crete gets a promo with more than one woman in it
(Fire and Rav chase him off)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:41:29 GMT -5
Alexis and Alexander Darling are making ready to leave when they hear commotion coming out of Firewoman's room, and then Lucky comes out, followed by Firewoman, who is Very Angry.
FW: How many were there, Lucky? How many?
L: *sighing* Three....
FW: Right...three...THREE. How many are SUPPOSED to be there, Lucky?
L: I got it, okay?
FW: TELL ME. How. Many. Are--
L: NONE, alright? Geez, I'm sorry, okay?
LD: What's all this?
AD: Lexie, stay out of--
FW: Genius here allowed not one, not two, but THREE PEOPLE through the front door of our suite, through this room here, and right into MY room.
LD: I thought you didn't have 'your room' anymore?
FW: I still need my space, it just has my meditation stuff. Alex says my altars creep him out.
AD: They do. Lots.
L: Okay, well I was wrong, and I thought...look, fine, it won't happen again.
No one has noticed that Dr. Sidney Freedman has walked in and been observing all this, until right about now.
SF: Everyone.
AD: Doc.
LD: Dr. Freedman, nice to see you again.
FW: .....
SF: Fire....
FW: I'm not sure about this.
SF: Rick just wants me to touch base with you, that's all. Are you still hearing things?
FW: No...not anymore....
Fire instantly goes from aggressive to passive and quiet. Alexander looks at her, shares a look with Lexie, and back to Fire.
SF: But you still think he's coming back.
FW: He is. He TOLD me. Look, Sid, I hear... heard voices all the time. This was... different....Look, I can't explain it, I just--
SF: Well, I want you to explain it to me, so let's take some time before you get to the next town and talk about it, okay?
FW: No way...I know what this is about.....
SF: Well, we need to at least meet. If you don't at least meet with me, Rick will suspend you.
FW: .......
AD: Lexie, why don't you and Lucky ....
LD: Right...c'mon, before you get fired again.
Alexis and Lucky leave.
FW: And here is where you two gang up on me.
SF: No one is ganging up. We can just sit there for an hour in silence. You once said I was the only therapist you came close to trusting. I haven't ever broken my word to you, have I?
FW: No...but...
SF: If you want to keep working...
Fire looks at Dr. Freedman, and then looks at Alexander.
FW: What do YOU think?
AD: Well, it's your decision, Fire, I can't tell you what to do.
FW: *throwing a water bottle at him* DAMMIT Alex, I need you to tell me what you THINK.
AD: Well.........*sighing*.......it might not be a bad idea.....
FW: Look, I'm sorry about the matches tonight. I promise I'll get it together before next time, and--
AD: This has nothing to do with the matches, Fire.......what could it hurt to just talk?
Fire glares at him, and at Dr. Freedman, and then sighs.
FW: I can't fight you both....fine......
AD: Lucky will get your stuff--
FW: Lucky's fired.
AD: No he's not, and you know it.
FW: Whatever...
Fire goes into their room and comes out with her jacket on, ready to go.
FW: You know, what's funny....How many times in my life I've heard "what could it hurt to just talk"...right before they take me to be locked up for "my own good."
She glares at Alexander again, and walks out, followed by Dr. Freedman.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:42:44 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on yet another argument between Stan Fulton and Matt Folz.
SF: “This is all your fault, I’m sure.”
MF: “You really think I have that much pull around here?”
SF: “We come to your home state and next door to mine and we aren’t even on the card. This is because I’m a Favre fan, right?”
MF: “You’re getting more delusional by the day.”
SF: “We’re in my home state next week and we’ll probably be sweeping floors. So what do we do this week?”
MF: “Train like a motherfucker. That’s what.”
SF: “. . .”
MF: “What?”
SF: “I frankly didn’t think it would take this long to get the tag belts.”
MF: “We’re good, but we have to be patient. That might be harder. Learning to wait. Everyone wants everything handed to them because they want it. We’ve earned our shot. Texpress agreed to our rematch demand. We just have to wait and see if they hang onto the belts and then when we’re booked. And if DH and Alexis win them next week, we ask them. We should be the number one contenders. That’s no hand out. We’ve earned that.”
SF: *sigh*
MF: “Might as well drive to Blue Earth. Where the hell is that anyway?”
SF: “About a stone’s throw north of the Iowa border and about two-thirds of the way across the state from here. Though I have one other option before we leave.”
MF: “Which is?”
SF: “We’re near Madison.”
MF: “College town.”
SF: “Lots of partying.”
MF: “Let’s go. One day off of training every once in a while is a healthy thing.”
SF: “You’re getting wise in your old age.”
MF: “Shut up, ya cocksucker.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:43:24 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a seedy dive bar, somewhere outside of Elgin, IL. There are some shady characters, seen through a thick layer of smoke, unusual in bars nowadays.
The patrons of the establishment, unaware of the ninja cameraman in their midst, busy themselves with sneering at one another, cheating at pool and breaking bottles for no apparent reason. Other than random acts of cliched barbarism and latent homo-erotic bravado, the place is insignificantly random.
The camera pans to the entrance of the bar and zooms in on a pair of black, worn cowboy boots and legs that seem to have some nice tone to them. Before it pans all the way up the female's form, whistling catches the camera man's attention and he pans back to the crowd. Several men look oddly at the woman who has entered and start with the catcalls.
Drunk Guy #1: Hey there mama, what are you doing in a place like this so late?
Drunk Guy #2: Come on over here, little lady and I'll give you a hard drink or hard whatever you want.
Drunk Guy #3: Bah they're both homos anyways, have a drink with me, sweetheart, I'll show you a good time.
DG#1 gets a little too close, and gets a knee to the groin. His friends start making fun of him, which pisses him off further.
DG#1: Fucking bitch! Get over here and let me give you what you deserve!
DG#1 makes one of the worst mistakes of his life when he takes a swing at the woman, who catches his punch and spins behind him, putting him in a solid arm bar and forcing him to the floor. DG#3 moves quickly to defend his buddy and is on his ass quickly, after his legs are easily swept out from under him. DG#2 takes the advantage and punches the woman, who always seems to be just out of the camera's lens, right in the face. It gets really quiet for a moment and the camera pans in on DG#2, who gets a face-full of spit and blood.
DG#2: On no you did not, bitch!
DG#2 lunges at the woman, who has let go of DG#1 and has squatted down just enough to catch the man's center of gravity with a hard shoulder. He collapses back a few steps, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of him as DG#1 gets up and bear hugs the woman from behind while DG#3 gets to his feet and punches the woman in the gut, hammering away at her abdomen.
The woman uses the leverage of DG#1 and pulls up her legs to kick out at DG#3's chest, knocking him into a table that flips over, tossing him onto the floor on top of broken bottles. She lets her feet find the floor, and pulls her shoulders towards the ground, flipping DG#1over her and onto the floor in front of her. She flips him onto his stomach and straddles him, setting up a wicked crossface. (OH NO! TOO SOON!) DG#2, wind firmly regained, lunges at the woman and bowls her off #3.
The two go sprawling across the floor, knocking over tables and forcing patrons to go flying. The woman proceeds to free herself of #2 and punches him once in his face, which was apparently enough to make him realize this was not the fight he was looking for. He scrambles towards the exit as the woman moves back to #1 and #3. She kicks #1 in the ribs twice, and mock lunges at #3, who runs towards the men's room.
She leans in and whispers something to #1, her back still to the camera and stands, kicking him in the ribs with her black boots one more time for good measure. She stalks to the bar and the music starts back up, wild-west-saloon style and some of the patrons cheer her. The bartender hands the woman a shot and a bar towel.
Bartender: The shot is on the house and the towel is for your face. That was a hell of a lot of fun, ma'am.
The woman takes both and pounds the shot, bringing up the towel to her bloody lip. The camera zooms in just as Ravenna turns her head back to the men on the ground, an odd expression on her face. She shakes her head slowly in disgust and turns on her heel, storming back out of the bar.
The camera zooms in on a man in the corner, amid the thick smoke of a cigar. As the smoke clears, we see MooseHead Jack, grinning like a mad man as we fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:44:03 GMT -5
(Tytan sits alone in the locker room.)
Tytan: It seems like sides are beginning to be drawn once again as the OOWF awaits the alleged return of Ecosystem, the man that I refer to as Juni. It seems that Firewoman had begun to gather a small band of Heroes. (Laughs) Well better yet a Has been, someone who doesn't know who she is, and then there is Firewoman herself. (Laughs again.) Well that certainly isn't any of the other groups that you belonged too.
But you have decided that you are going to leave the fighting in the ring, and you are going to stop the random attacks....Guess what Firewoman, I tried that already with one of the same people that you have now found as an ally. The thing is it doesn't work, because you think you can't make the world better for all those sheep. Those sheep that cheer you on like they give a damn about you when all they want is the blood we spill.
But you know what, maybe I will join you on your little Crusade. But here is the thing....IT WILL FAIL!
The reason it will fail is because we are fighters...and we will do what it takes to win and there are plenty of us out there that do this for ourselves and not the sheep. You know that was you at one point.....what ever you do Firewoman understand this. You had your shot you are done. You will not get another shot until you prove yourself worthy of it. Oh and by the way, if I am going to join you in the Crusade and save it for the ring. Then I am going to simply destroy each person I face in the ring. There blood will be on your hands Firewoman. This is how you want it, then this is how you are going to get it. The blood will spill in the ring, I will take each person I face apart in the ring and it will all be because you wanted it that way. So then I will beat each one within an inch of their life and it will be legal. It will be so legal when they get taken away on a stretcher you will not be able to do a thing about it, and your new friend Sparky will be the first victim.
Sparky, Vanilla Ice, whatever you are. Be prepared...you will bleed...you will scream in pain....and you will beg for mercy and it will all be because of Firewoman. She wants to make the OOWF ready for Ecosystem's return. She wants to prove that she is a worthy follower, well listen to this sweetheart being a follower didn't do a thing for me. One day the real Firewoman will see that this way wasn't what Juni wanted. He wanted us to join and work together with him. But now you decided that this is the best way. Don't you remember what he was before he met the end....He was the biggest threat in the OOWF, he wasn't good and Firewoman you are a Quinn you are not good.
So now I ask those out there in the OOWF if you are sick and tired of the sheep wanted to control you then join me and we will eliminate these "Heroes" once and for all.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:44:33 GMT -5
Noelani STORMS~ into GMtheRick's office.
GMtR: Dammit, knoc...oh, hey it's you.
You can nearly see the fire burning in Noelani's eyes as she walks up to GMtheRick's desk and slams her hands down on it.
N: I want him fired!
GMtR: Noelani, it doesn't quite...
N: If he doesn't give a shit, why? Is? He? Here?
GMtR: Well, his contract allows him...
Noelani tilts her head as GMtheRick looks into her eyes and sees the fury.
GMtR: Look, I know you're upset and what happened, and frankly, he's pushing my last nerve.
Noelani says nothing, but her features soften. She smiles and her eyes light up.
N: Ricky, these things keep happening to little ol' me...
Noelani runs her finger up GMtheRick's chest.
N: This isn't what we signed up for.
GMtR: Um, I'll see what I can do for your... satisfaction.
Noelani snaps up with a huge smile.
N: Thank you, Ricky.
Noelani sashays out of GMtheRick's office as he shakes his head and downs a shot of his usual.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:45:03 GMT -5
The scene comes up on a closeup of Ashley standing behind the bar at the Destroyatorium. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she has an irritated look on her face.
Ashley: You want to do what?
The camera pans back and we see DVD sitting on a bar stool.
DVD: Not me so much as Danny, and what he wants is to throw a pre-thanksgiving dinner before mayhem this week.
Ashley: Why would he want to do that?
DVD: Well Danny and his family aren't the closest, they don't always agree with his lifestyle choices, as I'm sure you can relate. (Ashley's face softens a little at hearing this) Now that he's here, Drink and Destroy has been like a family to him, and he wants to do something special.
Ashley: I can get that, but why thanksgiving, with the way tempers flair around here, you are asking for trouble.
DVD: Hey, I made the same argument, but he is bound and determined to cook for the whole roster.
Ashley: He wants everyone to come?
DVD: Well besides D&D, we figured Spencer would invite her siblings, so that's the Darlings Fire and Davin. We will invite the Texans as peacekeepers for them.
Ashley: Anyone else getting invited?
DVD: Well, Moore has been around a lot lately, so he gets an invite, and Folton and Folz have always been on good terms with us, besides them, Danny want to invite (DVD starts marking off the names on his fingers) Ravenna, Crete, Evans, Dead, Tyler, Sparxx, Larson, LD, Eric.
A slight Pause occurs
DVD: ohhh and the Hawaiians of course.
Ashley: ah I see so you just want a nice dinner with the Hawaiians pretty little manager.
DVD: While I wouldn't put that past me, this time that's just a nice little bonus, this is really Danny's thing, I'm just the messenger.
Ashley: Do you really think having the entire roster here for dinner will not end poorly.
DVD: Well, it's not technically the whole roster, Tytan doesn't get an invite, because quite frankly he scares the crap out of me. Stank has made his opinion of us well known, so I doubt he would accept one even if we offered, and even I'm not dumb enough to expect Moose and Alexander to make it through a whole meal without attempting to kill each other.
Ashley: I guess that makes sense, but I still think this won't end well.
DVD: For Danny's sake I hope your wrong.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:46:39 GMT -5
*Samantha Darling-Moreland is going through the mail, while Moonbeam and Shawn Johnson are playing Pitch...again. Davin is in the other room working out. We've got the "TNA Reaction"-style camera here, and it appears that, unlike regular ninja-cams, they have no idea anyone's there.*
SFJ420: God, you suck at this game.
OGMSJ: Ok, seriously, now you HAVE to be cheating.
SFJ420: Maybe, like, Pitch just isn't your game, man.
OGMSJ: You...you're stacking the deck or counting cards or SOMETHING. I don't suck at things. I just don't. You know who I am?
SFJ420: *lightly drops a card from her hand* Sweep.
OGMSJ: *flips the cards in the air scattering them everywhere* DAMMIT!
SFJ420: Pay up.
OGMSJ: NO! I am NOT doing that again!
SFJ420: C'mon, it wasn't that bad.
OGMSJ: THAT IS NOT THE POINT!
SFJ420: Man...don't be a welcher.
SDM: *from the desk, without looking up* Don't be a welcher, Shawn.
OGMSJ: But Samantha! Do you know what-
SDM: Shawn.
OGMSJ: But do you know what the bet is??
SDM: Yes. And if it wasn't really ok with you deep down, you wouldn't have agreed.
SFJ420: She's like, totally nailed you on that point, man.
OGMSJ: NONE OF THIS IS THE POINT!
*Davin comes in, towel around his neck*
DM: What's going on?
OGMSJ: Davin! PLEASE tell them I don't have to!
DM: Have to what?
SFJ420: She's like, trying to welch on a bet again, man.
DM: Ah. Well, I'm not going to stand for any bet welchers, for obvious reasons. Shawn, you're a champion. It's time to act like one. You won't always win, and you have to suffer the consequences when you lose.
SDM: God, you act like it's some sort of punishment. She just doesn't want her "reputation" sullied on camera.
SFJ420: And it hasn't been yet, man. Buuuutt...if you keep up this attitude, I might like, totally let it slip that you like-
OGMSJ: NO! Ok, come on. Let's go.
*She grabs Moony by the arm and drags her into the other room, slamming the door behind them*
SDM: Kids.
DM: They're so cute at that age.
SDM: Never thought I'd be the mother of 19 year old and 22 year old daughters at 32.
DM: You're very mature for your age.
SDM: Aren't you funny?
DM: Normally.
SDM: So I was checking through the mail, right?
DM: If you say so.
SDM: Don't be an asshole. Sit.
DM: *sits* The mail.
SDM: I got this invitation for Thanksgiving dinner.
DM: Huh. From who?
SDM: Danny Taylor.
DM: From Full House?
SDM: No dumbass, that's Danny Tanner.
DM: Oh.
SDM: "Dynamite" Danny Taylor? The mute guy? Boom?
DM: Oh yeah. Him. That's...weird.
SDM: Yeah, apparently he's inviting just about anyone.
DM: Well, I thought we were going to Ma's.
SDM: If that's what you still want to do.
DM: You don't?
SDM: *thinks* No, I do. In fact, I definitely do. My brother and sisters are probably going to be there and....yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be nice for once NOT to be in the middle of a clusterfuck.
DM: Calling that already?
SDM: Yeah, I'm really going out on a limb.
DM: Mom was going to go shopping, so I said I'd let her know who's going. Me and you and Moony, obviously. Did you ask Shawn?
SDM: Mhmm. She said...you'll love this..."I want to wait to see what Chris is doing".
DM: Of COURSE she does.
SDM: So, holding pattern there, I guess.
DM: Well, I don't want to keep Mom and the girls waiting. Text him, would ya?
SDM: Text him what?
DM: Just tell him to come over.
SDM: Ok. So, you going to do tape study now?
DM: Well, I've been thinking about that.
SDM: Oh?
DM: Yeah. I dunno. I'm thinking I might switch it up a bit this week. I've kind of been on a shitty streak lately.
SDM: Superstitious?
DM: I dunno, maybe. Maybe it's the fact that I've watched so much fucking tape on these two that I've got it memorized. Besides, it's not like-
SDM: Not like it's going to matter anyway because you want to kill them both?
DM: It's like we share a brain, my love.
SDM: So when does the shit-talking start?
DM: Hmm. I don't really know. I'm sure there will be some. I need to come up with better material than "Stank's Fat" and "Larson's a whiny, middle school gym-caliber wrestler". We'll see.
SDM: What about LD?
DM: I've had no beef with LD for a long time now. And anyway, isn't that a little presumptuous?
SDM: Never stopped you before.
DM: *sighs* Sammy, I just don't know where I'm at, you know? The boos have never really bothered me, you know, if I had DONE something worth booing. I've never had to worry about where I stood out there in fan-land. Now I feel like I'm getting the Cena reaction, but I'm not being booked like Superman, so I guess I just don't understand.
SDM: Does it really matter though? What they think?
DM: No, but at least I can tell what's getting over and what isn't. Right now, I have no idea.
SDM: Hell, just go out and do what you do, babe. Kick ass, be entertaining and do what you've got to do to win. Now's not the time to make friends with Billy Jo Bob from Who-Gives-A-Fuck, Wisconsin. They've already bought their tickets, and you're damned skippy they've come to see YOU. To boo you or cheer you, who cares? They're coming to see Davin Moreland do what he does; and you being unpredictable is why they keep coming. They never know when the gimmick's getting switched up, because it's all derivative off of what YOU do, and in reality, your own personality. Whether you hear HIM, or a Pole, or whether you're third person or first-person plural, whatever - it's all good. And the fact they don't know what's coming helps ensure the asses get in the seats. As long as you keep doing that, it doesn't matter. You're always going to be over.
DM: You're probably right.
SDM: Probably?
DM: Ok, you're right. You're always right. That's why I keep you around.
SDM: THAT'S why?
DM: Uh-huh. *he gets punched in the arm* Ow. Jerl.
SDM: You love it.
*Shawn and Moony come out from the other room, both with messed up hair, and Shawn looks distracted. Moony looks high.*
SFJ420: Yo, we got ice cream?
DM: I saw some Coffee Heath Bar Crunch in the freezer, if you haven't gotten to it yet.
SFJ420: Word. *she heads to the kitchen*
OGMSJ: *a little sheepishly* Samantha?
SDM: Hm?
OGMSJ: Got any gum?
SDM: Of course, hun. *she tosses a package of gum to Shawn, who catches it and shoves 3 pieces in her mouth* That good, huh?
OGMSJ: Shut up.
SDM: *snickers* Good news, Davin.
DM: *smirks* What's that?
SDM: Guess who else-
OGMSJ: OK OK OK...Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease don't say anything Samantha, ok? Please? I'll be good. I promise.
SDM: Ok. For now. But this is too funny.
*knock on the door*
SDM: Who is it?
CE: It's Chris.
OGMSJ: *whispering and panicking* OMIGOD NO NO NO NO-
SDM: Come on in, Chris.
OGMSJ: N--Hi Chris.
CE: Um, hi Shawn, Samantha, Davin. Everything ok with you Shawn, you look...weird.
OGMSJ: Oh yeah, sure, fine, never better. Want anything to drink? I'm headed for the kitchen.
CE: I'm fine.
OGMSJ: Ok bye see you in a bit!
*she nearly runs into the kitchen*
CE: What's with her?
SDM: Oh nothing. Just a bad run of cards. Has she talked to you about Thanksgiving yet?
CE: Umm, no? What about it?
SDM: Davin?
DM: Well, I assume you say the Danny Tanner thing.
SDM: Taylor.
DM: Right, him.
CE: Yeah, I saw it.
DM: Are you going?
CE: Umm, sounds kind of like a really bad idea, to be honest. But I've got nothing better to do.
DM: Well, Sammy, Moony and I are all going to be joining my Mom and the girls for Thanksgiving on the Cape. You're welcome to join us.
CE: Well, that's nice and all but-
SDM: And Shawn is going.
DM: She didn't say-
SDM: Trust me, if Chris goes, Shawn will go. Whaddya say, Chris?
CE: Shawn's going?
DM: Yeah. She's going.
CE: Won't your Mom's house be crowded?
DM: Uh, probably, if we weren't staying at my house.
CE: Oh, oh yeah, that's right. Are you going to have enough room?
DM: Have you SEEN my house?
CE: Well, just on TV.
DM: You'll be fine. You can even have your own room...if that's what you want. Or maybe you could-
CE: Yeah, yeah, I'll go! I mean...thanks for inviting me - when are we going?
DM: Right after Mayhem. So don't die or anything.
CE: *laughs* Well, I think you would have more to worry about there.
DM: Maybe. But that plane's not leaving without me on it.
CE: Good point.
DM: Cool. Stay healthy for the PPV too, ok?
CE: Wouldn't miss it. Can't wait.
*Shawn comes out of the kitchen, looking much more composed*
OGMSJ: Hi.
CE: Hi.
*silence*
CE: You want to come over for a bit?
OGMSJ: You guys need me for anything?
SDM: No hun, we'll be fine. Just text us when you know what you're doing.
OGMSJ: K, bye!
*They leave, making disgusting googly eyes at each other*
SDM: Remember when we used to look at each other like that?
DM: Um...No, actually. We were too busy being drunk at that stage.
SDM: Heh. Good point. Still, it was a good time, then.
DM: *puts his arm around her* Still is a good time.
SDM: Aww...for a raging douchebag asshole, you say the sweetest things.
DM: Flattery will get you everywhere dear.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:47:18 GMT -5
(CTG is KNOCKING~! insistently on the GM's door)
GMtR: someone Knocked? Just don't kick the door down when you come in
(CTG opens the door and strides in)
GMtR: was wondering when you were going to show up, "Hero".....
CTG: I am here regarding Tytan's actions at the last Mayhem show
GMtR: you're still alive. Did you thank Firewoman verbally or-
CTG: *coughs*
GMtR: right. So what sort of Heroic Rhetoric am I looking forward to, here?
CTG: I find it strange that I am not given an opportunity to rebut Tytan for his attempt on my life.
GMtR: he was going to hit you in the head, nothing to hurt up there.
CTG: .... Yet newcomer JP Sparxx is getting a rematch?
GMtR: Call it "incentive" - you're not doing your job around here
CTG: I did a job.....
(Kayfabe facepalms)
GMtR: You know exactly what I meant, Pureheart
CTG: DON'T GO THERE
GMtR: While you were out recouperating and playing World of Warcraft, things have gotten a little out of control around here. When FIREWOMAN is the one calling for justice around here I go through whiskey a lot faster
CTG: She is the one I suggested I come here and request that I be placed in the title match and replace JP Sparxx
GMtR: 'fraid not. EARN it. Show me you're actually interested in justice.
CTG: is that all you require? "Earning it"? Have you forgotten what I have done for this company?
GMtR: what have you done for me Lately?
CTG: ..... (turns and walks out)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:47:56 GMT -5
We join the scene in GMtheRick's office, already in progress. Rick, Dr. Sid, Alexander Darling, and Lucky are there. Lucky looks concerned, but Alex just looks angry.
GMtR: Are you sure Moose shouldn't be here, too?
Dr.S: Nooo! God, no!!!
AD: Moose and I in the same room would be counter productive. Besides, he's all but written her out of his life, and couldn't care less what happens to her.
GMtR: Okay fine....you were saying, Dr. Freedman?
DrS: I was saying that while things appear to have changed on the surface, her sociopathic tendencies are still there. It's only a matter of time before they come out.
AD: But she's doing better! No more nightmares or insomnia, no more--
DrS: It's because she feels safe...grounded now. And that's largely because of you, and it's not a bad thing. But it's a temporary feeling. She's gone through these phases before, right?
AD: ......
Dr.S: And I'm willing to bet that other things haven't. She's still detached and unemotional when you--
AD: I don't see how that's--
Dr.S: And despite her forgiveness, does she feel any guilt or regret for anything?
AD: ....
Dr.S: She STILL can't stand for anyone to say her name.
AD: I can....
L: He's right, Alex....
Dr.S: Not to mention the little problem of aural hallucinations, which have always been there, too, but have taken a fairly significant turn. In our sessions before, she always kind of knew they weren't REAL, just the manifestations of a traumatized psyche, but now..... Alex, I know this is especially hard for you to hear, but she really DOES think Ecosystem was talking to her.
AD: So what?
Dr.S: She thinks a dead man is talking to her and will be coming back to .... do something.
AD: Nothing wrong with a little hope.
GMtR: Alex....What is your recommendation, Dr. Freedman.
Dr.S: *takes a deep sigh* I think, given the level of trauma, the number of years she's gone essentially untreated...I think it would be best if Fire would engage in intensive one-on-one therapy in a place where--
AD: Wait...a PLACE?
L: Alex...
AD: She was right. You want to have her committed? *Alex stands and approaches Dr. Sid angrily, so that Lucky and Rick have to stand between them.* I will put you through that table right there, so help me--
Dr.S: I know....but I do believe it's best...The question is....how.
GMtR: What do you recommend? *Alex paces away from them, hands balled into fists, clearly enraged.*
Dr.S: Well, clearly, it'd be best for everyone if she goes voluntarily.
L: That's not likely to happen.
Dr.S: Well....there's involuntary commitment.....if her next of kin......
Dr. Sid's voice trails off as all eyes turn to Alex. Alex has his back to them, realizes where this is going, and then turns and glares.
AD: No fucking way. Do you not recall what happened the last time? In Denmark?
Dr.S: That was different. And I'll be there, and she trusts me.
AD: I bet not anymore. I'm not doing it.
Dr.S: I could do it myself...
AD: You'd be dead before you could dial the phone.
GMtR: Okay, let's not...
L: Look...why don't we get Fire in here...she may agree.
AD: Now who's delusional. Hey, maybe you guys could share a room! Get a two-for-one special!
There's a knock on the door, and it opens.
FW: You wanted to see me, boss? Whoa....*looking around. No one but Dr. Sid meets her eyes.* Ah, here it is. The "intervention." Okay, Doc....*she flops into a chair*....now what.
Dr.S: Fire, I think you need treatment, and more than you can get traveling around. There's a facility near New Orleans that I think would--
FW: Yeah, well, you can stop right there. I'm not going. I've been in those places, and all I've ever gotten was drugged and abused, and not in the good ways. Forget it. *she stands to leave, angry* Didn't I tell you, Alex?
Dr.S: Fire, we'd like this to be a voluntary decision. Otherwise....
FW: What, you'll have me committed? Moose won't sign a damn thing for me.
AD: Fire...it's not Moose's job........
Fire turns and looks at Alex, shocked.
FW: You wouldn't....
AD: ...
FW: ...
AD: You're right...I wouldn't. I already told them no. But they don't need me to do it either. Dr. Sid can do it on his own.
Fire whirls and glares at Dr. Sid.
FW: So much for trust.
Dr.S: Fire, you know the drill...it's a 72 hours commitment, then....
FW: Yeah at first. Ever try to leave after that, doc?
Dr.S: I'll be with you the whole time, after the initial evaluation.
Firewoman looks to all of them, and then looks to Alex angry, but with a little look of panic.
FW: Don't let them do this....
AD: We can fight it. The Darlings have the best lawyers.
FW: The Darlings that disowned you? Because of..........*she turns to look at the rest of them* Fuck you all. Do what you gotta do. I'm not cooperating.
Fire turns and storms out of the office, slamming the door.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:48:32 GMT -5
*Firewoman continues to STORM~! down the hallway, and the ninjacams choose to stay with her, rather than cut back to Rick's office, where there's a lot of "Should we go after her?" going on. No one wants to see that. Firewoman actually catches one of the ninja cameramen, and tosses him into the wall. There goes YOUR ninja card, buddy. She finally makes it out to the Loading Dock, where her scream is heard by absolutely no one. Or so we think. A fresh pack of Marlboro Reds comes flying at her from somewhere. Without thinking about how the cigarettes magically appeared, she goes looking for a lighter. *
FW: FUCK! Are you serious! This is just my-
*A lighter comes flying at her, which she catches, no problem*
FW: *lights one up* Thanks. *she tosses it back in the direction it came from. A familiar voice pipes up*
FV: The big, bad, scary pyromaniac doesn't have a lighter. I don't know if that's funny or ironic.
FW: *sits down on the loading dock, puffing away* Neither, it's just my shitty luck.
*The camera pulls back a bit, and we see she's sitting next to Davin Moreland...also smoking*
DM: You should know better.
FW: Than what?
DM: Than to believe in luck.
FW: I believe in lots of things.
DM: You believe in a lot of imaginary things.
FW: Now WAIT a second!
DM: I don't want to get into a theological discussion with you. My point is, you don't put your belief in things that are real. You don't believe in things you can count on.
FW: Well, now you're being hilarious. I can't count on anything. You see how things are...with Moose...with Alex...with my fucking DOCTOR...with-
DM: With everything. Got it. Poor you. I've heard this story before. What about you? What about Firewoman? You're the only one with problems. I understand. You don't need to beat me over the head with it anymore.
FW: *pissed* Why are you being an asshole?
DM: *stands up to leave and starts to walk to the door* There ya go. "Davin's an asshole". Not, "Davin's telling the truth." Heaven forbid you take responsibility for your own behavior. I'll see you around.
*Davin opens the door and is halfway back inside*
FW: WAIT!
DM: *sighs* What?
FW: Come back. Please?
*The "please" seems to shock Davin. The way it was said clearly reminds him of an earlier time. He plops down next to her again*
DM: What.
FW: Maybe you're right.
DM: Maybe? There's no maybe. I'm 100% right. You've decided to spend your life as a victim, protecting yourself an armor of false bravado and imagined infallibility. And, you've managed to surround yourself with enablers to perpetuate it. Good job by you, actually.
FW: Decided?? I haven't DECIDED anything! You KNOW what I've been through! And everyone I've counted on has let. me. down. Including YOU.
DM: Psh. You know better. Yeah, you've had a hard time of it. You've been through things no one should ever go through. But you've had the advantage of knowing that truth from a very young age, no matter how many enablers you surround yourself with.
FW: What truth?
DM: There is only one person in this world that you can truly count on. And the less you trust that, the more chaotic your life becomes. It's an ongoing pattern.
FW: And who is this magical person that I can count on?
DM: If you don't count on yourself, and rely on others to come through for you; you're going to continue this cycle forever. Trust you. Count on you. The rest is just dreaming, unicorns and rainbows - which you've been striving for since you were 6, and haven't stopped.
FW: *takes a deep breath, clearly shaken* So...what should I do? You know...about Dr. Sid and all that?
DM: *pats her on the shoulder as he gets up to leave again* You already know the answer to that, squirt.
FW: But I have a match, and I have to-
DM: Making excuses and justifications to ME isn't going to change your current situation. Go. Do what they ask. Listen. Apply the techniques they provide you. They're not out to fucking hurt you, they're there to help you.
FW: I don't trust them.
DM: Good. You shouldn't. You don't have to trust them to do what they say. I've had several, uh, 72-hour vacations myself, as you well know. It wasn't until the last one when it seemed to stick. I backslide at times, but I haven't been back. This can be your last time. But I'll tell you this...if you duck this? It won't be the last time, the next time. And I guarantee there will be a next time. And you get to be scared of that future rather than being scared of the present which you can correct. You've been scared so long you don't know what it's like NOT to feel it. What's the worst that can happen?
FW: They don't let me out.
DM: They let ME out. They'll let you out. You're smarter than they are.
FW: You think?
DM: I gotta go. You know what you should do, squirt. It's just a question of you trusting that.
FW: Don't call me squirt.
DM: You prefer Firebug?
FW: Not really.
DM: Lisa?
FW: Definitely not.
DM: Squirt it is. You've got my number. Keep the butts. You'll be glad you've got them in a few hours.
FW: You're just assuming I'll-
*Fire turns around, noticing the door close as Davin's already left*
FW: Go...well, I guess you do.
*She crushes out the butt of the cigarette and takes a deep breath before she heads back inside*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:49:18 GMT -5
*Fade in. We see Davin Moreland in his locker room when there is a knock at the door. Davin answers the door to see a basket of fruit with a note attached.*
DM: Sam, it looks like Eric's been by again.
SDM: Ugh. What does he want?
DM: Not sure. He just left us some fruit.
SDM: Looks like a note is attached.
DM: I guess I should read this.
*Davin picks up the note.*
DM: Dear Gavin,....great, now he's forgetting MY name....It's great working with you again. Thanks so much for inviting me over for Thanksgiving. I would normally say no, but my Dad's is in a coma, although, don't tell anyone, it's all a work. But Stephanie has become a bitch over the past 28 years and it's hard to get past that. And my step-mom is kind of pissed off about losing the election. So, it's probably just best that I stay away. So thanks again. I'll get you more fruit if you'd like. I use to fuck Johnny Appleseed's great-great-great-great-great granddaughter's twin sister, so I can get fruit whenever I want. Also, if you get the chance, could you tell the bookerman to go fuck himself? It's like he wants me to quit. I don't understand at all.
Thanks for inviting me.
E
PS: Do I really have to face Firewoman again?
*Davin takes a deep breath.*
DM: Should I tell him he's not going or should I just let him figure it out?
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:49:44 GMT -5
*Fade in. We see Outback Jack in the Destroyatorium when there is a knock at the door. Outback Jack answers the door to see a chocolate fountain with a note attached.*
OBJ: DH, it looks like Eric's been by.
DHM: Ugh. What does he want?
OBJ: *belch*. That's Australian for "Not sure. He just left us some chocolate. But He left us a note that I'm going to read."
*Outback Jack picks up the note.*
DM: Dear MooseHeadOutBack Jack, thanks so much for inviting me over for Thanksgiving. I would normally say no, but my Dad's is in a coma, although, don't tell anyone, it's all a work. But Stephanie has become a bitch over the past 5 years and it's hard to get past that. And my step-mom is kind of pissed off about losing the election. So, it's probably just best that I stay away. So thanks again. I'll get you more chocolate if you'd like. I use to fuck Hershey's great-great-great-great-great granddaughter's twin cousin, so I can get chocolate whenever I want. Also, if you get the chance, could you tell the bookerman to go fuck himself? It's like he wants me to quit. I don't understand at all.
Thanks for inviting me.
E
PS: Do I really have to face Firewoman again?
*Outback Jack takes a deep breath.*
OBJ: *belch*. That's Australian for "This ought to be fun."
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:50:27 GMT -5
We join the TNA Reaction ninja cams in the Darling suites. Firewoman comes out of the bedroom, with a very angry Alexander behind her.
AD: I don't give a fuck what Davin said, I said we'd fight it, Lisa...you don't have to do this.
FW: Alex....if I don't go, they'll just make me and even IF you get Daddy Warbucks to take your call, I'll still have to do the first 72 hours, so I'll just.... get it over with.
AD: But you said....getting out, even after voluntary commitment is hard......
FW: *smiling* This isn't my first rodeo, Alex....there are ways. Tell DDT he better have Tofurkey, 'cos I'll be back in time for the feast, and tell Eric to not make other plans for Wednesday night.
AD: Dammit, Lisa, quit making light of this...Don't do this....we can figure it out together.
FW: It's fine...I've done this a million times.
AD: You can't just leave. Nothing's going to change if you're not around people who care.
FW: Alex.....
AD: I was hoping you wouldn't make me do this...Lisa, I am your husband and I FORBID you to do this!
FW: ....
AD: .....
FW: Really?
AD: *Alex throws up his hands in angry resignation* Nothing else worked.
Fire puts her bag by the door, and then goes over to him. He pulls away initially, but then turns back toward her, still angry and not looking up, as she takes his hand.
FW: Alex. I know what I'm doing. I know how the game is played. Trust me.
AD: If you aren't back, I'm coming to get you.
The door open and Lucky walks in with Dr. Freedman. Alex glares daggers at him.
Dr.S: Ready?
FW: As I'll ever be.
Dr.S: Okay...the facility in Louisiana doesn't have space right now, but there's a local place for the initial evaluation. I'm going to head down there, though to get things set up...
FW: Wait....so you WON'T be there?
Mild panic seems to settle in Fire's eyes, but she hides it quickly.
Dr.S: It'll be fine, Fire...I'll see you Louisiana.
FW: If needed.
Dr.S: Fire.....
FW: Right, right, we'll see....Okay, I guess I'm ready, Lucky.
Dr.S: If you and Alex need a moment...
Their eyes meet for a minute.
FW: Naw, we're good.
L: C'mon boss.
Lucky grabs her bag and heads out. Fire hesitates a moment......and then follows him, without looking back.
Dr.S: Alex, I know this can be hard for spouses to deal with, but it's the best thing for--
Alex whirls around, allowing all the rage of the past few days to explode.
AD: YOU do not know what is best. You don't even know her. I do.
Dr.S: Alex, this isn't helping.
Alexander's rage boils over and he kicks Dr. Sid in the stomach, doubling him over. Alexander lifts him up and crucifix bombs him through the nearest table.
AD: This is your fucking fault!! I should have never agreed to let you see her, much less talk her into it!! If she is there for more than three days, so help me I will.....
Alexander is too angry to even finish the sentence, so instead goes into the bedroom and slams the door.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:51:26 GMT -5
<Moose watches the goings on with Firewoman on a TV in a back room by himself. The promo ends and the screen fades to snow. Moose sits there for a moment with a blank expression on his face, then kicks the television over. The room, lit now by only a single bulb, shows Moose shaking his head>
MHJ: She's never going to learn. You know, I think it is really funny, Fire hangs with us in the Five, she reunites with her brother, a supposed psychopath who will only lead to her destruction, and what happens? She wins the world heavyweight title and has the most success she has ever had in her career. What happens when she hangs out with.........Them? She gets committed. Twice. Nice decisions sis.
<Moose gets up and storms out of the room, grabbing Happy DethBat before he goes>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
A ninjacam fades in to see Chris Evans with his arm around Shawn Johnson.
Evans: I’ll see you later, Shawn.
Shawn: Bye Chris, see ya later.
They kiss.
Chris enters his locker room, where Ravenna is waiting for him.
Ravenna: Hello Chris.
E: The hell, Ravenna?! Geez, give me a warning next time, alright?
R: Why Chris?
E: Why? Cause I don’t exactly feel like having a friggin heart-attack this early in my life. Not to mention if Shawn shows up and sees me in my locker room with another woman. Believe me, she’s not the type that is alright with seeing me even talking to another woman.
R: You know what I mean, Chris.
E: No, not really.
R: The match, Chris. Our match. You screwed me out of the title, Chris.
E: *half-heartedly* Oh...that.
R: Yes, that, Chris. How could you do that to me, your own partner? What about your honor, Chris?
E: My honor is still very well intact Ravenna. Think about it. Did I use a weapon to beat you? Nope. Did I use any outside interference? Didn’t happen. Fact is, I simply took advantage of the situation, and I would hope that you would be smart enough to do the same thing.
R: But that’s not what you’re all about, Chris.
E: Look Rav, you want to be nice in this business, or do you want to be effective? Myself, I’d rather be effective. I may respect you, and I may consider you as a close ally, but if keeping this title means screwing you out of getting it, then that’s what I’m gonna do.
R: This isn’t like you Chris. Davin is manip...
E: Don’t you say it! Don’t you fucking accuse me of being manipulated, Ravenna! What I did last week was of my own accord. I told you before the match that I wouldn’t treat you any different from any other opponent. If I treated you like an ally, and showed hesitation, I wouldn’t believe that I deserve to hold this title. And besides, I saw your previous promo. You are not one to be calling be out on being manipulated. You can deny it all you want, but Moose has you wrapped around his finger, and is using you like a puppet.
R: He is no...
E: I’d even put good money on the fact that he even set that whole scene up, knowing that it would force you to show your violent side.
R: I...You don’t know what you’re...
E: What I’m talking about? I’ve spent more time around the Quinns than you have, Rav. Fact of the matter is, Moose doesn’t give a flying fuck about you. The Quinns know nothing of compassion for others. All they know is manipulation and causing pain to others for their own selfish gain. If it got them a shot at glory, they would slit each other’s throat to achieve it, and smile while doing it. Looking for kindness and hope in Moosehead Jack’s soul is a lost cause, because Moosehead Jack has no soul. And I don’t believe Fire’s little goody-goody act for a second either. Sooner or later, she’ll screw the OOWF over again.
R: ...
E: Look, I gotta go prepare for my match. Moose is tough enough, but with his little buddy Stank in the picture, it’s basically a 2-on-1 match-up. You should probably go check back in with Crete and prepare for yours. We are still allies, after all.
R: ...
E: Look, I know what Moose is all about. But you’re your own woman. You gotta choose your own path in life.
Evans leaves.
R: But....but what is the right path?
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:52:43 GMT -5
*Backstage*
A little while after Firewoman has left the arena, Alexander Darling is fuming but he's trying to keep himself in control. He throws his phone across the room as his control doesn't seem to be working very well and he turns to the television which has OOWF-TV running. He sees the talk between Firewoman and Davin Moreland and we can see Alex get even angrier. Finally he's had enough and storms out of his locker room and makes his way down the hallways and makes his way to the Moreland locker room. He kicks open the door and Moonbeam and Shawn scatter when they see Alexander walk in. Samantha and Davin enter the room after hearing the commotion.
Alexander: How fucking dare you?
Davin: How dare I what?
Alexander: You know what I'm talking about Davin. How dare you get involved in my personal life.
Davin: I don't have time for your emotional outburst Alex. If you want to come back when you're calm...
Alexander: CALM? You want me CALM? I'll fucking show you CALM.
Alexander starts to approach Davin and for a second it looks like Davin's about to meet Alex, but he just shakes his head and turns away. Before Alexander can make another move, he's spun around by Chris Evans.
Evans: I don't think...
Before Chris can even finish his sentence Alexander connects with an elbow to his face knocking him back. This seems to spur Davin into action, but just before Davin gets his hands on Alex, security swarms into the locker room and starts to drag Alexander out of the room.
Alexander: Get your fucking hands off me. This is between me and him.
Davin: No, it isn't. She came to me Alex. She's family and I'm not going to turn my back on her so get your head out of your ass and learn to deal.
Alexander: Learn to deal...I'll fucking show you how I deal.
Evans gets back to his feet and now he's being held back by security.
Evans: You're not wanted here so just get out. Deal with your issues on your own. No one wants you...
Alexander breaks through security and gets to Evans but before any blows can be exchanged between them, we hear Alexander say something...
Alexander: Someone here wanted me. Just remember Cubbie; I had her first.
And security once again breaks up the melee and this time they get Alexander all the way out of the room but not before he shouts once last time...
Stay out of my life Davin. If you don't you'll regret it. You have my word on that.
The camera lingers on the Moreland locker room for a moment and we almost see the beginnings of a smirk on Davin's face and we can see him mouth the words "it's so easy."
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:52:50 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore finally arrives at the Destroyatarium, where Outback Jack and DH Magnusson are standing next to a chocolate fountain shaking their heads.
SNM: Mornin' lads... What's that? :points at the chocolate fountain:
OBJ: Heh - that loon, Eric O'Mac -
SNM: Ah - 'nuff said. Say, have you seen DVD? SFJ#... I don't remember her name - 13? handed me this.
Moore hands over the Thanksgiving invitation.
DH: Oh, yeah - you coming?
SNM: What is this "Thanksgiving Dinner?"
OBJ: What do you mean?
SNM: Thanksgiving Dinner? Never heard of it.
OBJ: :BEEELLLCH: Never heard of Thanksgiving, mate? It's a grand excuse for Americans to eat too much, watch some American football - which pales in comparison to Aussie Rules - and drink more than normal.
SNM: Really? I didn't think Americans needed excuses for all that. No offense, DH...
DH: Heh - none taken. It's really about celebrating the fall harvest and giving thanks to God. It has since, well, quite frankly - Jack's right.
SNM: Oh, so how many people are coming?
OBJ: :shrugs: Who knows? It looks like Eric is planning on crashing the party. But I think some others are looking for excuses to not show up. So, if you come, that's two - besides us, of course. You know, you could bring someone, if you want.
SNM: Food and drink? Sure - I'll be here. Now, what can you tell me about Alexander Darling? :takes a guzzle of Guinness:
DH: Oh, boy - do you have a day or two? Why do you ask?
SNM: Well, I face that pretty-boy this week. Was wondering if there was anything I should know. And since I've had a tough time the past couple of weeks, any insight on how to beat him would be just grand.
OBJ: Well, you could insult his wife - that might push him to do something to get himself DQ'd.
SNM: No - I don't play like that. I mean, sure, Fire's as looney as they come - hearing voices and all that. But I won't stoop to that level just to get a cheap victory.
DH: You're bigger than him, and you both are pretty quick. But Darling's one tough SOB. Plus, he's got experience on his side. Your best bet is to mix up your game - do something unexpected, something you haven't done in the OOWF yet. But don't get reckless, or he'll make you pay.
SNM: Thanks, I'll try that. In the mean time, how about another round?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:54:11 GMT -5
*We cut back to Davin's locker room after Alexander Darling's senseless attack*
DM: You all right?
CE: *pissed* Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck that guy.
OGMSJ: You're NOT fine! You're bleeding! Come on, we'll get some ice on that...
*Evans and Shawn leave, presumably to put some ice on that*
DM: Too easy, Sammy. He's on a hair trigger right now.
SDM: Well, you DID set this whole thing in motion.
DM: Did I? What exactly DID I do? I told Firewoman to do what she thought was best for her. If that's interfering in HIS life, he's completely delusional.
SDM: He's delusional anyway. But I don't think that's it.
DM: You're right. He can't control his wife. That's his problem.
SDM: *raises an eyebrow before recognition comes over her face with a smile* You're right. But he's not man enough to do it. Hell, Firewoman is more of a man than he is.
DM: I'm sure she'll love to hear that.
SDM: *shrugs* Truth hurts.
DM: All I know is, the longer he goes around here acting like a rookie with an impulse control problem, the less and less likely it is that he'll be able to find three people who can stand to be around him long enough to be a team.
SDM: That might be the case anyway.
DM: It's not really fair. I'm so gosh darned likable.
SDM: *mocking* Yes dear. Whatever you say dear.
DM: *smirking* Like I said. Too. Easy.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:54:41 GMT -5
<Davin just settles back when he hears yelling in the hall>
DM: Oh shit
<Davin gets to his feet and heads out to the hall where he sees Moose charging down the hall Happy DethBat ready do strike, and Darling standing there snarling at Moose>
DM: MOOSE! Where you going with that DethBat?
MHJ: Davin? Just stay out of it, I am going to do what I should have done in Japan
AD: Fuck you Moose. All fucking talk
<Moose turns and charges at Darling, but Davin gets between them and whispers to Moose>
DM: Not now Moose, not now
MHJ: FUCK THAT! IT'S HIS FAULT FIRE IS WHERE SHE IS!
AD: WHAT??? FUCK YOU MOOSE! Seriously, you are fucking delusional, I tried to STOP her!
MHJ: Funny she didn't NEED ANY GODDAMN MENTAL HOSPITALS WHEN SHE ISN'T HANGING AROUND GODDAMN DARLINGS!
DM: Moose......Fire is sick......
MHJ: Fuck that. She is FUCKING FINE. It THEY would quit trying to make her something she IS FUCKING NOT
AD: You are out of your fucking mind
<before things escalate any further, GM the Rick and additional security show up and get between Moose and Darling
GMtR: ENOUGH both of you
<Moose wriggles free of Davin and gets close to Darling and looks him dead in the eyes>
MHJ: So help me Darling, by God, or all the other fucking deities in the world, I will kill you. I will finish what I started in Japan, and end your fucking life.
<Darling stares right back at Moose and doesn't say anything right away, eventually, he does. He stares Moose in the eyes, and takes a step closer>
AD: Fuck. You.
<Moose snaps and goes after Darling again, but there is too much security between them and he can't get to him. Moose throws Happy DethBat at Darling and it imbeds in the wall inches from Darling's head. Darling laughs and Moose is in a rage. They pull them apart and Moose turns to Davin>
MHJ: AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
DM: Now was not the time Moose
<Moose steps closer to Davin>
MHJ: Now is ALWAYS the time to beat on that piece of shit
DM: Moose you got it all wrong, I am not saying not to hate Alex, but.....
MHJ: Fuck you Davin
<Moose turns to walk away and Chris Evans BLASTS him upside the head with the Intercontinental title. Moose hits the floor hard, and grabs his head. Evans stands over him and smirks, then looks at Davin and walks back into the locker room without a word>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 6, 2011 15:55:24 GMT -5
*Davin is just sort of looking at Chris Evans, who looks satisfied with himself as he slings the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder.*
DM: Well, that was...something...what's the word?
CE: A statement?
DM: I was thinking more "opportunistic", but statement works.
CE: You're not mad?
DM: Why would I be mad?
CE: He's your cousin?
DM: *shrugs and smiles* It's business. I'm not mad. Hell, I doubt he's even mad. If it were him he would have done the same thing.
CE: Oh.
DM: What?
CE: Well, like...he's a heel, right?
DM: Last time I checked.
CE: So does that mean I'm a heel?
DM: Nope. Has nothing to do with you being a face or heel. Has to do with you taking advantage of a situation. That's the only way you can climb the ladder here. Take advantage of situations, or sit there and feel bad for people or try to fix people. Choice is yours.
*The two go back into the locker room*
*fade
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