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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2011 23:57:26 GMT -5
We’re in the underground parking lot in the arena, and a sleek brand new red Lamborghini Aventador comes flying in and squeals to a stop. Out steps IQ just moments before Psykle rides in on his trademark black and red Harley.
IQ: I told you I’d beat you here.
Psykle: You didn’t say nothing about running the red lights.
IQ: Ha!
SFJ13 quickly runs up and jumps into Psykle’s arms.
SFJ13: Psykle! You’re back! I missed you!
Psykle: Hey Sandra. Sorry, it’s been kinda hectic.
SFJ13 (flirtatiously): Got time for an interview?
IQ steps up and interrupts.
IQ: All interviews and statements for my protégé will be going through me from now on.
SFJ13: Oh. Well, I have a few questions then. First of all, where have you been?
IQ: That’s a rather long story, and we’re working to repair the camera’s data store and put together a video package to showcase the retraining that Psykle has undergone to get his rage under control.
SFJ13: I see, what about Davin Moreland stepping in to referee the match between Psykle and Moosehead Jack, thereby preventing you from refereeing your own protégé’s match?
IQ: Frankly I’m thankful. Refereeing is not exactly my cup of tea, so to speak, and it was just an agreement that the Board and I reached so that Psykle could come back to compete.
SFJ13: What about Firewoman’s edict to the referees that they either agree to referee Psykle’s matches or find new jobs?
IQ: I think that’s a wonderful usage of Madam Commissioner’s power, and a commendable performance of her duties.
SFJ13: what about Moosehead Jack’s comments regarding the challenge you issued?
IQ: Moose doesn’t quite realize what is going on here. Frankly, he should be honored. We don’t expect Moose to fear Psykle, we don’t expect to make a name for Psykle at Moose’s expense. No, what we expect is to have a match that EVERYONE will look at and see as being a tremendous match and something worthy of the OOWF. We expect that given the matches Psykle and Moose had before, that having this match will be just another way to show that Psykle can perform at the level expected of the higher echelon of wrestlers in the OOWF…
While IQ talks, SFJ13 slips Psykle a piece of paper and nods her head towards the hallway. Psykle shrugs and looks at the paper before walking off down the hallway SFJ13 indicated.
IQ: …We expect that Davin calls the match down the middle, not letting his feud with Moose get in the way. We expect…
As IQ continues to go on his tirade of what he expects, the camera picks up the paper that SFJ13 handed to Psykle and he’s since dropped. On it is one sentence “Firewoman wants to see you”. Apparently, Psykle has gone off to find her, while SFJ13 distracts IQ with the interview.
IQ: …that this match be one for the ages…
As IQ continues his tirade of expectations still longer, the camera man gets tired, and we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:06:32 GMT -5
*Davin walks into Stank's office with a bottle of indeterminate brown liquid and 2 glasses. He throws a quarter on the floor, which sends Justin Sane running, and just sits in the seat in front of Stank's desk and starts pouring*
S: You know...ALL of this...
DM: I know.
S: Is this a peace offering?
DM: No. It's a humanitarian mission.
S: Thanks.
*They drink for a sec*
S: But seriously, Davin-
DM: I know.
S: I mean...
DM: I KNOW! Ok? I know. I get it. I understand.
S: I mean, I know you didn't plan all this.
DM: No. There were some...unintended consequences along the way.
S: ...
DM: And then some things that I thought wouldn't-
S: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
DM: Duh. *gulp*
S: *pours himself more* I mean, this started back with the contract thing.
DM: Still some of your best work.
S: Thank you, and it got the desired result - but Davin...
DM: What? Moose took it the wrong way? Doesn't seem to recall the end result? You act like this surprises you. Moose remembers what he wants to remember. No new ground broken there.
S: Ok, fine. And you know what? It probably worked out pretty well, but it should have just been Davin vs. Moose - all this other surrounding stuff, I mean...
DM: You mean, what, exactly? You didn't count on so many people ready, willing and able to kick the shit out of Moose at the earliest possible moment?
S: Well, yeah. That.
DM: He's not a well-liked guy.
S: Neither are you.
DM: Point taken. But that just means Moose sucks more.
S: Davin, I don't want another war.
DM: Well, I don't either. I remember the last one. Apparently lots of other people don't. And yes, before you say anything, I'm well aware Moose will start a war all by himself just because he can. Now the question is, who will be standing with him?
S: ...
DM: ...
S: Like I said, I don't want another war.
DM: I don't see how I can help that in any way.
S: You can back off of the Moose stuff, you could put the word out in the locker room that we're ending this-
*Davin just looks at him*
S: Pass me that? *grabs the bottle*
DM: To me, it's this simple. Moose realizes that no matter what happens, he'll never get the approval from Them if he beats me - so now he needs to attract attention to himself another way. Tease this Fake Five group. Attack J-P from behind, like a good 3rd Chickenshit Heel should.
S: He's pretty good at it.
DM: It's pathetic.
S: I just said he's pretty good at it.
DM: Whatever, Lucas. Here's the thing. I started shit to fuck with Moose. if Moose responds by attacking EVERYONE ELSE, that's not my fucking problem is it? YOU have him on YOUR roster, so YOU deal with him. I'm not his fucking da-da.
S: But you s-
DM: Started it? Yes, I did. And I'm going to be the one that finishes it too. What I'm not going to do is to go one wild goose chases and play his game, Lucas. Right now he's playing MY game. I much prefer it that way.
S: Why don't you just kick his ass in a match then?
DM: I'm suspended.
S: Right.
DM: ...
S: You know we can fix that.
DM: *shrug* No big deal. I get to be special guest referee this week.
S: ...
DM: I'm gonna call it right down the-
S: Don't.
DM: Ok.
S: I'm just trying to stop this before it gets out of control, you know? So I figured I'd come to you since this is pretty much all your fault.
DM: Or, you know, it's not my fault because Moose is a fucking psycho.
S: Or, you know, you KNEW he was a fucking psycho and you did it ANYWAY, making it your fault again.
DM: ...
S: ...
DM: Not bad.
S: DAMMIT DAVIN!
DM: What Lucas. Seriously? What do you want me to do? I can't help what a grown-ass man does.
S: People listen to you.
DM: Sure, some people. Moose does not listen to me. Even if there WERE a time he listened to me, that time would not be now. And you're drunk if you think I'm going to tell people not to defend themselves or have their friend's backs.
S: I have had a few of these in the last 10 minutes or so.
DM: Lucas..
S: ...
DM: ...
S: ...
DM: You're gonna have to try something else.
S: *sighs* Yeah.
DM: *stands up* If I can help, the phone lines are open.
S: Seriously? E-Deviled Eggs taglines?
DM: Just the one.
S: K. Get out.
DM: K.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:07:15 GMT -5
CUT to the Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters. The Crusher Stan Fulton is ~~OMG!! WALKING~~ away from the camera angle though it looks like the camera is trying to catch up with him. A voice behind the camera calls out.VBC: "Stan. Wait up. Please." Fulton stops; his shoulders drop as if he's resigned to a terrible fate and cannot escape it. As he turns around, up from behind the camera comes his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.MR: "Stan, where have you been? Did you see what happened to Moose?" SF: "Yeah, I saw. I thought about trying to do something, but the Others said what I was going to attempt would be unreasonable and not practical. So I abandoned Moose. Just left him to lay there in a pool of his own blood. Just... walked away." MR: "You would've been hurt badly too, Stan. Not to mention there were four of them. Well three and Victor." SF: "Granted, but I was also the only one brandishing a weapon. I mean... well.. look at this." Fulton pulls out an iPhone 4 (where he got that we're not sure. He was stuck with a cheap-ass Nokia the last time he brandished a phone). He shows Rodriguez this video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVkxEbX9hpQ.SF: "Watch Master Parnell there. He's the one attacking and being attacked by two opponents. Watch how fast that sword moves. "Granted I'm no where any close to being in Master Parnell's league, but I do know what I am doing with a sword. The axe handle is not the same but similar. I could have gotten enough speed going with it to keep all three at least engaged until Moose revived. "But I guess the Others know better." MR: "Stan, you know that you shouldn't listen to the Others. They don't always know." SF: "I thought they were a legend. Fiction. But I hear them now. They're close, Martha. Very close. "Winter is coming..." FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:08:11 GMT -5
The scene comes back up in the Destroyatorium and we see El Lobo, DVD, OBJ and DH sitting around a table. DDT comes over with a round of drinks and passes them out before joining the group at the table.
El Lobo: So you were saying something about an army?
DVD: (chuckles and shakes his head) It was meant as a figure of speech more than literally Lobo. We are not looking to form some supergroup to enforce our will over others, or assert dominance.
El Lobo: What did you mean then?
DVD: It is more of a changing of mindsets. What happened with Moose, the multiman beatdown, It was less than a year ago that was damn near an everyday occurrence. The only difference, it would have been Moose, Firewoman and Stank standing tall and laughing about how untouchable they are.
DDT nods his head in agreement.
DH: Seems a little funny that those are the same people quick to raise a fuss when the tables are turned.
El Lobo: So Stank was wrong about avoiding a war?
OBJ: Stank is a hypocrite.
Everyone gets silent and looks over to Jack surprised at his statement.
OBJ: Stank wants to act like the battles between factions and stables are wars that are going to ruin this company. He wants to talk like we don't understand what has come before. I've been here just as long as him, I've seen the stables come and go, and I've fought and bled my fair share. He wants to say he is trying to avoid War, and I say it's bullshit.
El Lobo: How so?
OBJ: From the moment you enter this company to the day they drag your carcass out of the arena you are at War. You are at war with every other person on the roster. You are fighting it for titles, for accolades, for "your spot", for your chance to shine. If your not, you don't need to be here. Stank can say he wants to avoid a war all he wants, but what he really means is he doesn't want his comfortable position rocked.
DH: Jack has it spot on. For all his talk and yelling a little while ago, there isn't much to back it up. He may be the world champ, but how does that give him anymore authority than anyone in the room.
El Lobo: But isn't he the corporate champ?
DVD: And what does that exactly mean?
El Lobo: It means....umm well....I have no clue
OBJ: And neither does anyone else it seems. He was in charge of contracts, yet last I checked those where done. Yet he still has the office, and still walks around telling everyone else to fall in step behind him. When Eco wanted to threaten you, his words where that "the corporate champ would do some spring cleaning." I'm sure that does not sit well with you.
El Lobo: No it does not.
OBJ: Someone wanna tell me how come an active wrestler has that kind of pull.
DH: That is it exactly. Rick my have had his problems, but he knew that. As much as Stank or Fire may think they will do the right thing, at the end of the day power corrupts....
El Lobo: and absolute power corrupts absolutely. So you are trying to set yourselves up as the watchers of those in power, the defenders of justice so to speak?
DVD: Hell no. We had some people around here not to long ago who wanted to be heroes, talked of justice and bettering this company. That sanctimonious BS does not fly. When you look around this table Lobo, remember one thing....We are not the heroes of this story.
Lobo seems slightly taken aback by this.
El Lobo: Then who is?
OBJ: All the heroes are dead or gone mate. All that's left are the fighters, and that's what we aim to do. If Moose or Eco or even you decides you want to pull this do whatever you want without fear of consequences crap, Don't be surprised if you find yourself on the opposite side of one of us. For too long the same group of thugs have run roughshod with no consequences, we aim to see that change.
DH: For months all we've heard from the fans is "why don't you do more?", "why do you wait until it's gone to far before stepping in?". Well that is changing, if we think you have crossed a line, we will respond in kind.
El Lobo: What gives you the right?
DVD: If not us who?
El Lobo: Perhaps Firewoman, she is the commissioner.
DVD: Please don't get me started on that one, She is just as bad as her brother, if not worse. He at least is honest about what he is doing, she just tries to hide it.
OBJ: Vic, now is not the time for you to vent.
DVD: No, he needs to hear this. Lobo, the first day I was in this company, Firewoman welcomed me by nearly superkicking my head off. Why did she do this? Was it because I attacked her, because I threatened her family or friends? No, it was because I mistakenly called her a valet.
El Lobo: I can see where she would take offense to that....
DVD: Let me finish. After I said that, Danny corrected me, and I admitted to being impressed that she was willing to compete against the talent here. When she tells the story, she conveniently leaves out that part. 90% of the problems in her life are of her own making. She wants to bitch about us attacking en mass? It wasn't too long ago that she was more than willing to do that with the five, and let's not forget her actions with Trinity.
El Lobo: In her defense, she was drugged.
DVD (smirking) : All the drugs in the world does not change the fact that those seven deadly sins attacks came out of her mind, not Eco's. Hell look at today, she comes upon her brother laid out, and who does she threaten (he points at Danny) The guy who instigated it (DDT shakes his head no) (DVD points to OBJ) The grizzled veteran who should know better (OBJ shakes his head no) (DVD points to DH) The guy who punched him in the face with a logging chain (DH just chuckles at this)
DVD pauses
DVD: No she threatens me, the one guy who did not lay a single finger on Moose. She tells me she would take me out one on one. My response to that, is no shit she would. She is a former world champion wrestler trained by the yakuza. I am barely 150 soaking wet and have been in maybe 5 fights my adult life. I would be surprised if she couldn't kick my ass.
DH: Here is the thing with Fire, one minute she is the Uber Violent Dominant Quinn, and the next she is the Sympathetic Underdawg Darling. She has been playing both sides against each other for months, if she's not careful she will find herself with nowhere left to turn.
OBJ: We can't rely on her, Stank for all his talk is still the same guy he was when he was running with the five, the same guy who had no problem teaming with Moose to put his former friend Spin on the table permanently, and do you really think Eco is going to stand up for anyone who isn't licking his boots?
El Lobo: No, I suppose he wouldn't
DVD: At the end of the day, Stank can talk big, but the match was over, they could have stood up, said we got the better of them that day, and took the loss like men. Instead Moose once again was ready and willing to cross the line.
OBJ: Sparxx came to our aid, don't know if it was because he thought it was the right thing, he felt he owed us one or if he just wanted to get at Stank, but he did. We don't take that lightly.
DH: We will no longer and sit and be silent when we see actions we disagree with, and if those in power don't like us doing that, then they better put a stop to it first. The Destroy at the end of the name is not just for show.
DVD: This is not a threat, or even a warning, it is merely a statement of fact. We will not back down, we will not roll over, we will no longer let the same few people run around doing whatever they wish without seeing retribution for those acts.
El Lobo: And what about those who aren't like myself?
DVD: We aren't going to ask you to do anything, whatever this brings upon us, we are ready to handle. We just ask you to look in the mirror and see whether you like what you see staring back. If you are fine with staying the way things are, so be it. If you are ready to stand up and prove that no one is untouchable, then do what YOU think is right.
With that the members of D&D hold up their drinks and take a deep swig. El Lobo sits in silence pondering their words as the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:09:21 GMT -5
Firewoman is in her office, doing office-like things. She catches DVD's comments on OOWF-TV.
FW: Whatever. Keep your mouth shut, then. Quit writing alligator checks with your mouth that your canary ass can't cash.
Her voice trails off, muttering more insults. Lucky opens the door and Psykle comes in.
FW: Thanks, Lucky. Have a seat.
Lucky leaves, and Psykle sits.
FW: Welcome back.
Ps: Thank you...
FW: So...all done finding yourself?
Ps: I suppose so....
FW: Good. And look, no hard feelings about the fight club, right? It was a lucky shot.
Ps: ......
FW: Ah....going to no-sell that, eh? Not going to admit it was you? That's fine. I know it was.
Ps: .....
FW: Good. So that was the first thing. The second thing, I'm sure you've noticed that the referees are less than thrilled about your return.
Ps: Yeah...
FW: So much so that they, initially, refused to work your matches, until I reminded them of a few facts of life. Still, Davin will be refereeing your match against Moose.
Psykle smiles and rubs his hands together. Fire frowns.
FW: Don't rely too much on Davin being biased against Moose. He's .. well, despite our current problems, he's family too, and will relish in a good bloodletting just like the rest of us. You'll still need to be on your toes.
Ps: Why are you telling me this.
FW: Two reasons. One, I can't have my referees refusing to work matches. Now, I held the line, and played hardball with them, but you lay another hand on a referee in a match, outside the ring, in the hallway....you so much as bump against them accidentally, and your ass WILL be out of here before you can say "excuse me." Got it?
Ps: Got it.
FW: Excellent...second......
Ps: ......
FW: Look....I've seen that IQ has you on some kind of ...regimen. Are you sure that's on the up and up?
Ps: Well, yeah, what do you mean?
FW: What I mean is this....there have been any number of Svengalis with their proteges through here, most recently me....what?
Ps: Svengalis?
FW: Never mind....I need to know that this is not some kind of control thing, that these drugs are good for you. If they aren't, I won't hesitate to put a stop to--
At that point, IQ busts in to the room.
IQ: what the hell is this?
FW: Just getting reacquainted, why?
IQ tugs on Psykle's arm, getting him to stand up, and rush him out of the room.
IQ: Because *I* am his manager and you talk to ME, not him. *to Psykle* I told you....NO TALKING TO MANAGEMENT without me.
Ps: It was just --
*IQ shoves him out the door then turns to Fire.*
IQ: You talk to me, not him. Do this again, and I'll file a complaint with the board.
IQ slams the door behind them. Fire stares after him suspiciously.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:10:36 GMT -5
DHM downs his drink and winces, standing to reach behind the bar and produce two bottles.
DHM: Stank's right about one thing - This company can't take 'nother war. Vic, you an' Danny weren't here for th' last one. An' that one was an office war. This kinda thing gets real personal, real quick.
DDT furrows his brow at DHM, spreading both palms out in front of himself.
DHM: That ain't what I'm sayin' Danny. We don't back down, but he's right. We owed th' kid, we paid him back - books clear on that. If he wants t'pick a fight with Moose, that's on him. We don't raise an army. We got an army. An' we don't go t'war. We do what we gotta. An' we leave no doubt. What we got, is us. An' that's enough. This room here - me an' you, an' Vic, an' Jack, an' Spence, an' Ash - That's us. Somethin' gets outta hand, we handle it.
DDT tilts his head slightly, nodding reluctantly.
DHM: An' when that changes, it changes. But not before. Smartest thing. Time'll come, sure enough...But until then...
DVD: We watch our backs. And everyone elses?
DHM: Got it in one, Vic. Now, I gotta talk t'some people. Unfinished business.
DHM stands, grabbing both bottles and shaking off Spencer's offer of his chain before stalking out the door, hearing Victor ask Jack about the war as the door closes behind him.
STARWIPE!!! [/b]
Stank is STARING~! at his phone as he sees DHM stalking towards him.
DHM: You an' me, Lucas....we got unfinished business.
Sta: Oh for the love of....You know, I'd think if ANY of you people would get what I was saying back there, it would be you. Jesus Christ on a rubber crutch, Maggs...
DHM: Ain't what I'm talkin' about. I heard ya, but y'know we're gonna what we think we gotta. 'Specially when it comes t'Moose. He keeps crossin' th' line an we're gonna put him down. You wanna keep people in line? Start there.
Sta: You know damned well that I can't control him.
DHM: No more'n y'can control us.
Stank sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up.
Sta: So, is that it. You just wanted to drop by to threaten my partner?
DHM: Naw. Told you. We got somethin' unfinished.
Stank tenses slightly, his feet shuffling back into a fighting stance until DHM produces the bottle of Jaegermeister, cracking the cap off and pointing it upwards.
DHM: Y'still owe him one. Here's t'Spin.
DH dumps a mouthful from the bottle into his mouth, handing the bottle to Stank, who shakes his head with a half grin before mimicking the motion, muttering Spin's name quickly, and downing the drink himself.
Sta: How did he drink this garbage? It's like cough syrup.
DHM: Don't I ask. Brother, not keeper, remember?
Stank hands DHM back the bottle, which quickly makes it's way into the garbage can.
DHM: Thinkin' we done bein' sociable with each other.
Sta: I'm thinking so, yes.
The two men stare at each other for a moment before nodding, and DHM stalks off, pushing his way through the door to Darling Suites, making a beeline into the office. Firewoman sits half-slumped, face in her hands of a pile of paperwork, while Opus waddles about, carrying a handful of pencils.
At length Firewoman looks up, staring at Magnusson, who drops heavily into the chair in front of the desk, reaching for the water glasses with one hand as he thumbs the lid off the second bottle he brought with him, the bottle of Jameson's Whiskey. Firewoman watches him as he splashes the liquid into each glass, pushing one forward.
DHM: Never got a chance t'say welcome home.
Forewoman stares, eyes shifting between DHM and the glass in front of her. After a moment, she picks it up.
DHM Welcome home, Sparky.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:11:48 GMT -5
<Moose is walking down the hall and comes upon Stank>
Sta: Moose, just the man I was looking for. I suppose asking you to back off isn't going to do a damn bit of good is it?
MHJ: No
<Stank shakes his head and shows his frustration, then calms himself>
Sta: Dammit Moose! This shit with you and Davin has fucking spread. We have Drink and Destroy unleashing their brand of vigilante justice. What's next?
MHJ: <with a weird look in his eyes> ........Armageddon
Sta: What the.......oh FUCK! Have you been talking to Him again?
<Moose just grins>
Sta: NO! HELL NO! NOT ON MY WATCH! Dammit Moose you know how long it took to recover from the first War? We CAN NOT go through this again!
MHJ: Stank, let me tell you something that worthless drunk of a father once told me, maybe the only thing he ever said to me that was worth a shit......."You remember the story about the the three Chinamen playing Fantan? This guy runs up to them and says, "Hey, the world's coming to an end!" and the first one says, "Well, I best go to the mission and pray," and the second one says, "Well, hell, I'm gonna go and buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores," and the third one says "Well, I'm gonna finish the game." I shall finish the game, Stank.
Sta:.........someone else said that too.......
MHJ: Yeah.........Billy the Kid
Sta: Young Guns II
MHJ: They used the line
Sta: I remember another line from that movie..........Moosehead Jack......you....are.....not.....a......God
MHJ: <smirking> Guess we'll find out
<Moose walks away leaving Stank looking like he needs another drink>
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:13:31 GMT -5
*Stank walks into Ecosystem's office.*
Eco - Did you find Moose?
Stank - He found me.
Eco - And?
Stank -
Eco - Okay. What's going on with Drink & Destroy?
Stank - They feel marginalized. So now they're causing a ruckus just to get noticed. I suppose the Trios Titles were not enough. Give each of them a shot at my title and maybe that will shut them up.
Eco - You think it's that simple?
Stank - No... but it is a start. I'm trying to make this work Juni, but those fucks are not buying it.
Eco - You need to make a better sales pitch.
Stank - I thought was... Victor hasn't learned a thing. He still the same motherfucker who stuck his nose into my business BEFORE he was even part of Drink & Destroy. And now his ignorance is spreading.
Eco - So what do you suggest we do about that?
Stank - Outback Jack thinks I'm an idiot. Clearly he thinks this. There's a difference between invading Iraq and sending Seal Team Six in to take out your enemy. Those idiots want to invade Iraq.
Eco - We got a Persian tour coming up I don't know about?
Stank - You KNOW what I mean.
Eco - Yes. Few of us do. Who do we have on board?
Stank - After my talk with Davin I think he gets it. Fire... she knows, but I don't know if she cares. Maggs just came to me and he's smarter than the rest of his stable, so...anyway... Moose could care less.... Alex is of the opinion that war is inevitable. I think Crusher thinks it's going to happen as well. The BKK? Surprisingly they haven't been the players we thought they would be, so far. Actually... they've confined most of they're actions to the shows.
Eco - Eric has got something up his sleeve. He started the last war, remember?
Stank - He won't let us forget. I just don't understand, why excluding Maggs, Drink & Destroy just dosen't get it. Maybe I have to tackle that issue differently. I went in there all pissy and that's all they heard. My bad. They need to know however that they are on the wrong side of this issue.
Eco - Perhaps I should pay them a visit. Set the record straight?
Stank - I doubt that would work. The apprehension the roster had with your takeover is still lingering in the background. You declaring yourself #1 contender every other week isn't helping matters.
Eco - What's the point of having power if you aren't willing to have fun using it?
Stank - There's a time and a place, Juni. Always. That's been my credo since I've been here. A flare up here and there is expected. A wildfire, however doesn't help anyone. The chaos The Five brought to the OOWF however it may have looked, was controlled. We did what we did because it needed to happen. We each had our individual issues, but what we had in common was our vision for the OOWF. Everything that we did, each step was calculated, right up to Firewoman vs Poe. That vision wasn't shared by anyone outside of The Five, but whether they realize it or not... it benefited the company as a whole. Now we couldn't just come right out and say that. The job would never get done. That's how I felt about it, at least. THIS time, however, I will have to make it plain... or maybe I should just leave it alone.
Eco - Maybe you should dumb down the message.
Stank - Maybe. Outback Jack can kiss my ass. He calls me a hypocrite. Where the fuck were D&D when Eric O'Mac attacked me in my office a couple of weeks ago? Where were D&D when Davin jumped Moose? Where were D&D when I smashed a watermelon fruitbasket over Bryce Larson's head? Where were D&D when Psykle was on his rampage, taking out referees and fans? Where the fuck was D&D? I could name literally hundreds of incidents that would call for their intervention under this new attitude they're sporting, and I BET you my next paycheck, they would ONLY step in if the name of the guy committing the arbitrary slight was Moosehead Jack. That's bullshit. They'll only step in against people they don't like. I'm a hypocrite? Fuck them. DVD, DDT, Outback, they are FRAUDS. Each and every one of them. Davin should make new T-shirts.
Eco - You're getting worked up again.
Stank - I keep thinking about how Danny approached me. Moose and I were at war with Drink & Destroy. We fought to a stalemate pretty much and I was starting to wonder how much more was I going to get out of engaging them in a prolonged feud. Before I could even discuss it with Moose, Danny came up to me. I beat him down and he kept getting right back up in my face. The boy won me over. We reached an agreement. And that was that. I was no longer calling for the death of my former stable. I realized then they weren't going away. I even admired it a little. You could say I was...
Eco - Proud?
Stank - Sure. We'll go with that. I had a lot invested in D&D and up until today... I had had my regrets in leaving Drink & Destroy. And lord knows what happened to Spin was not what I wanted. I never wanted that. But the fact that he did what he did and now listening to D&D today... I realize why I left them. It had been nagging me for months up to the moment I became one of The Five. Moose and my crusade against Drink & Destroy had me turned around on that nagging feeling for a moment... but after today...? Like I said... I know now that leaving them is what needed to happen... and it saddens me. They don't get it. I thought Outback might, but he surprised me today. They choose to believe I'm full of shit...? Fuck them. For all their talk... they sound like a bunch of Crete wannabes. They can go ahead and deny it, but it's the same shit.
Eco - So the question remains...
Stank - I don't know what to do about them. They want to be the OOWF police. That's more of a full time job than they think. They want to bitch and moan about getting attacked after their match during a SHOW? Guess what? Won't be the last time that happens. What they gonna do? Jump in everytime someone gets attacked after a match? Gang up on Bryce and Eric when they put on a set of Brass Knuckles to secure a win? Beat up Kai and Aina when they lose their temper and jump Texpress. I fucking think not. Maybe... maybe I could get Maggs to listen if I set a different tone. The vigilante shit can't happen. Maybe he can talk to the rest them.
Eco - All I asked of you, Lucas was that you make a good faith effort. I never expected you to succeed. The endeavor was perhaps unfair, but you tackled it like the champ I know you to be. Though I am loathe to do so, it may become necessary for me to step in.
Stank - Meaning you'll pass the buck to Firewoman.
Eco - Exactly.
Stank - ... ... ... gotdammit...
Eco -
Stank - Winter IS coming.
FADE to WHITE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:14:28 GMT -5
Lights come back up on Stank and Eco.Eco: ...Okay, maybe there is something I can do. Stank: When you say "I," do you mean Firewoman still? Eco: No...no, I have an idea that only I could authorize. It's a little dramatic. Stank: Which is? Eco: As you said, these fuckers want to invade Iraq. You can invade Iraq--it might not go well, but you can try. But you can't invade China. Too many soldiers, police, what have you--no force in the world is large or powerful enough to subdue them. Stank: So you're talking overwhelming force. Look, I gave you the list of everyone we MIGHT have on our side-- Eco: No, fuck that. Fuck alliance building. It's messy, and worse, it's slow. I'm looking to buy some security. Stank: You mean like your Blackwater guards-- Eco: More than these guys. TIA, Stank--This. Is. Africa. Mercenaries come cheap, and they bring their own ammo. Drink and Destroy think they need vigilante justice for even the smallest infractions? I'll remove the need. Stank: Look, how many-- Eco: Five hundred. Stank: WHAT?! Eco: Five hundred. Five armed guards will accompany every single employee in the OOWF for the next week and a half. The rest will be distributed across general areas. I'll pay for some of this out of pocket, don't worry. Stank: Wh--Where the fuck are you going to find reliable-- Eco: Do you think all the people behind South Africa's Executive Outcomes just went away when they "disbanded?" I'm going to place a few calls. Stank: You're insane. Eco: Am I, Lucas? Am I really? Is it insane to look at a million, near-billion-dollar company, and say, hey, maybe I WON'T leave security to fucking CHANCE. Maybe I won't run a, did I mention, NEAR-BILLION-DOLLAR COMPANY on the WHIMS AND HANDSHAKES OF THE INSANE--and that includes me. No, we're locking everyone the fuck down until this shit cools off. Use your veto if you want, Lucas. But you better think long and hard, because this shit has the potential to explode unless we remind everyone who is in control. They will respect us, Lucas. And I could give a shit if they find that respect looking into their hearts or looking down the barrel of a gun. Now let me make calls. I expect we'll have 90% of our guests by morning. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 0:15:21 GMT -5
*Darling Locker Room*
Alexander is watching the current events of the OOWF while seemingly keeping an eye on the door as well since he has been the only one to walk away unscathed after the past couple of days of backstage shenanigans. Once he sees Eco deciding to bring in armed mercs, Alex's head drops and his sisters in the room all seemingly know what's coming next. Alexander sighs and leaves the locker room and takes the Hallways of No Resistance to the Office Suites of the OOWF. He tosses Justin Sane some money without saying a word and Justin scurries off. He walks right into the CEO's office without knocking...
Stank and Ecosystem look up and both seem defensive at first until Alex pulls out a chair and slams his feet up on the desk.
Stank: Excuse me Alex, we were...
Alexander: For once Lucas, shut up for a minute. I'll deal with your hypocritcal bullshit in the ring this week.
Stank: Don't you think you can come in here...
Alexander pushes himself out of the chair and gets up to his feet as Stank walks around the table and gets right in Alexander's face. The two are nose-to-nose...
Alexander: We've never done this dance Stank. I know you can taste it as much as I do, but you can't make the first move can you? Because then everything I've said will be right and you'll have no fake bravado to stand behind. We'll finally get Stank and Alexander Darling the way the world wants it.
Stank: You don't think I've been wanting that Alex. To finally get my hands on your condescending ass. That you think you're better than anyone else in this company. That you use your name to get things in life...
Alexander: Wow, you really are his fucking puppet. How far is Moose's hand up your ass right now...
And that should start the fight but Eco must have hit a button and some of his Blackwater guards are quickly in the office separating Alex and Stank...
Eco: We will not have that in my office gentlemen. Save it for the ring. It does my bottom line no good to have my corporate champion and my would-be hero fighting without the fans paying top dollar.
Alexander: That's all it is to you Eco, isn't it? We're all fucking chess pieces that you pick up and place where you need us because it's always been a game to you. You came to me recently telling me you wanted to avoid the wars that are coming. Well look in fucking front of you. They aren't coming anymore. They're already here.
Stank: You'd like that, wouldn't you. Because then it'd give you the justification to act the part you claim you want no part of. To take out those who oppose you and then when the dust settles, we'll be living in the land of the Darling regime, right. You're see-through Alex. Your requests, your demands...it's all just a way to get you and yours in charge.
Alexander: *chuckling* You haven't told him who I want as the new GM, have you?
Stank: *looking back and forth between Alex and Eco* What's he talking about, Juni?
Ecosystem: It doesn't matter because no decisions have been made.
Stank: Fuck, it doesn't matter. You really are just playing games with everyone still, aren't ya Juni?
Ecosystem: I'm doing what's best for MY company. Right now, that includes you in a position of power. In the future it may not.
Alexander: You two deal with your little office politics, but Eco...Juni, armed mercenaries walking around the arenas is asking for the opposite of what you expect. Treat us like we're in a warzone and the battles will be fought behind your back and without your knowledge. Let us do what we need to do to police ourselves and maybe you'll still have a company when all is said and done. Winter is no longer coming gentlemen. Winter is here and I plan on seeing Summer.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:45:28 GMT -5
*Stank looks at Alex.*
Stank - Go away Alex. Nobody invited you here. I'm tired of listening to your bullshit.
*Without waiting to hear Alex's smartass retort, Stank turns his back on Alex and faces Ecosystem.*
Stank - Of course that's a veto, Juni. No fucking guns. Never fucking guns.
Eco - That's it, huh?
Stank - Actually no.
*Stank turns back around and shoves Alexander Darling aside. He walks out of Eco's office into the administrative suites. He peeks into Firewoman's office as she prepares to close for the day.*
Stank - I'm done.
FW - What? What do you mean?
*Stank walks past Justin Sane's desk and enters into his office. He walks over to the couch and reaches into his gym bag. He pulls out the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship belt. He stares at it for a few moments before walking back out of his office. As he passes by Firewoman's office she calls out to him.*
FW - Lucas what's going on?
*Stank continues on and enters back into Ecosystem's office. He resists the urge to smack Alexander Darling upside his dome with the belt, instead he plops it down on Eco's desk.*
Stank - I'm done with the bullshit. Just done. Moose and Davin can kill each other. Drink & Destroy can play cops and robbers. J-P Sparxx can copy Davin's promos. Alex here can keep dreaming about that OOWF that only exists in his head. You can do whatever GALACTICALLY crazy shit you want, Juni. Take the OOWF to hell for all I care, but you're not taking me down with you.
I'm out.
Eco - What?
*Stank turns his back on Eco and heads out. He looks down at Alex as he walks by.*
Alex - Fuck you Alex. Fuck you very much. One less active wrestler in power, right? Well you get your fucking wish. I hope you fucking choke on it you deluded fuck.
*Stank walks out leaving Eco stunned and Alex in silence. A moment later Firewoman walks into Eco's office.*
FW - What the fuck just happened?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:46:27 GMT -5
*We fade in to the local French Lick, Indiana middle school gym. It's a packed house, at least 175 people are here, because there has been a rumor circulating about something BIG~! happening. A high school student with a voice for radio has the old-school plugged in mic*
HSSwaVVR: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to French Lick and WELCOME to IWA-Mid South Wrestling!
*applause*
HSSwaVVR: Now I know you've heard the rumors all week about some big news, and there is. Tonight, we welcome back one of our most decorated champions. She's currently with the Global OOWF promotion and has been able to come here due to some injury time...Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the 2-Time IWA-Mid South Women's Champion....ALEXIS DARLING!
*Believe it or not, this gets a huge pop. "Fighter" hits and the place goes as batshit as 175 people can get as she hits the stage. She does a lot of high five-ing down to the ring and climbs in. She takes the kid's mic, and tries not to be repulsed as he looks her over. She sort of rubs her cast and addresses the crowd*
AD: Well everyone, thanks for having me back.
*applause*
AD: You know, being back here in French Lick...you know, I got my start in this gym right here...*cheap pop*...won my first title here...and it really changed my life, you know? This was the first time I was really "on my own", and thanks to you, the fans who supported me, and who still DO support me - I'm able to be as successful as I am today, and I owe it all to you.
*applause. Probably tears from the crowd. She is WAY over in Indiana.*
AD: And you know, if it weren't for this bum arm, I'd probably show you what I can still do in the ring against your Women's Champ-
*She's cut off by "Friday" by Rebecca Black, as the most vile of vile heels out here in Indiana - a pair of metrosexual Jersey Shore knockoffs, come out wearing their IWA-MS Tag Team Titles. As they're being booed, others not familiar with these two are told they are the "Jersey Boys". Well, that's pretty fucking original. They're not twins, but they're not all that dissimilar. They're also wearing ostentatious glasses, so we can't really tell them apart. Let's call them 1 and 2*
JB1: *just a horrifically bad attempt at a Jersey accent* Hey yo, Alexis! Yo, good to see you, badabing. Hey, you know what I mean! Yo Alexis, you from Jersey too, right?
AD: *trying to sell horrified while trying not to laugh* Um, yes, I was born in New Jersey. Not any New Jersey YOU'RE from, but yeah.
JB2: *same terrible accent try* Yo Alexis, I bet you ain't seen 2 prime Jersey Boys like these in a long time, BADABING!
AD: *still being a pro* No...no...can't say I have...probably not since college. I thought that painful chapter in our country's history was over, but apparently, it lives on...with you 2 hicks from Indiana trying to do a shitty Jersey accent. I mean look at you. Who books this shit?
*The crowd is in a collective hysterical fit of laughter after this, and the 2 boys in the ring are clearly displeased as they ditch their glasses and force Alexis into a corner. It becomes obvious this wasn't in the script*
AD: What the fuck?
JB1: It's one thing to come back here and lord it all over us on how GREAT your career is and how we suck. We can take that, it's the business.
JB2: But to disrespect us? Call us hicks? I don't know where YOU come from, but here? You need to be taught a lesson, and it's going to start now!
*With that, the two Jersey Boys start stomping a mudhole into Alexis, injured arm and all. Trash fills the ring as this sort of chicanery WILL. NOT. STAND. Finally, Ian Rotten comes out. Some of the refs rush out ahead of him and break up the fight, with Alexis breaking free a couple times to get shots in*
IR: Well Alexis, seems like you've stirred up quite the hornet's nest here.
AD: I am a GUEST, and to be interrupted and then ATTACKED by these two? I mean, I'm a girl in a fucking cast, man! What the fuck?
IR: Well, what the fuck is...it's clear we can't settle this with words.
AD: Settle WHAT with words? I want to go home. And if I kick these little shits in the face on my way out? That's fine too.
IR: What if I gave you that chance?
AD: To kick their ass? It's 2 on 1, and I have a broken arm.
IR: How about a tag match?
AD: Who the fuck am I supposed to tag?
IR: Me?
*Crowd Pop*
AD: No offense, Ian...but no fucking way.
IR: Can you think of someone better?
AD: *thinks, mutters to herself, and then smiles* Yes, yes I can.
IR: Ok then, so it will be-
AD: Nah, I'm not done Ian. If we're going to do this, they're going to have to sacrifice something else other than a severe beating. I mean, that's not even challenging...and we? We're pros. So as a pro, and I'm pretty sure my partner would agree - there's no way we're taking this match without the titles on the line.
*Crowd LOVES this. Jersey Boys are over-selling their reaction in a pretty comedic way*
IR: *thinks* Can your partner be here before the Main Event?
AD: *smiles* Yeah. I'm sure we can make that happen.
IR: Ok, so tonight's Main Event! The IWA-Mid South Tag Team Titles are on the line...it's the defending champion Jersey Boys vs. 2-Time Women's Champion Alexis Darling and her mystery partner!
AD: One more thing.
IR: What's that?
*Alexis sprints to the two Jersey Boys, standing next to each other and hits each of them with half a Dropkick. She kips up, dusts herself off, and high fives the crowd to the back*
*ads. time shift*
*It's time for our Main Event of the Evening!*
Jersey Boys v. Alexis Darling and Mystery Partner - IWA-MS Tag Team Championship Match
HSSwaVVR: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is our Main Event, and it's for the IWA Mid South Tag Team Championships!
*applause. "Friday" fires up*
HSSwaVVR: Introducing first, YOUR reigning and defending IWA Mid South Tag Team Champions! Weighing in at a combined weight of 439 lbs., from "The Shore", New Jersey....The JERSEY BOYS!
*Crowd boos the shit out of them like a good crowd should*
HSSwaVVR: And next...the Challengers...Introducing First...*"Fighter" hits*...From North Brunswick, New Jersey...weighing in at 128 lbs...and the Former 2-Time IWA Mid South Women's Champion...please welcome back...Alexis Darling!
*Alexis appears in the doorway, waving and smiling, and holding a piece of paper. She gets the attention of one of the ring people, and has him deliver it to the ring announcer. He scans it, then gives a blank look out to Alexis, who merely smiles and motions for him to continue*
HSSwaVVR: At this time, Alexis Darling wishes to be announced as a team with her partner...
*She waves to a smattering of applause, and as soon as she gets to the back, all the lights go out, and a pretty big screen is unveiled on the wall. THIS is production people! There is dead silence until the first strains of "So Whatchu Want" fire up over the PA. A reaction shot of the Jersey Boys is priceless. Clearly, not too many people were told about this part beforehand. A spotlight hits the entrance and, in their #1 and #4 DEA Jerseys respectively, Nothing Happened appears, and start shaking hands and kissing babies*
HSSwaVVR: And now Ladies and Gentlemen your Challengers...She hails from North Brunswick, New Jersey! He hails from Cummaquid, Massachusetts! Weighing in at a combined weight of 416 lbs...they are the Former OOWF World Tag Team Champions...Nothing Happened!
*The crowd is almost too shocked to cheer, as Alexis and Davin finally get into the ring as if this were the most natural thing in the world to do. Just as the referee holds the belts in the air, Davin stops him from ringing the bell as the crowd sort of groans, expecting him to grab a mic. But instead, he just points to Alexis...who TAKES OFF HER CAST and throws it! Her arm's ok, and the crowd is happy about that. The bell rings...and WE'RE UNDERWAY!
Davin and Alexis seem to be having a nice little chat in the corner, to the point where one of the Jersey Boys grows a set and tries to break it up. This enrages Alexis and she one-hops the turnbuckle Shelton-style and snaps off a sweet Hurricarana. Jersey Boy 2 comes in to protest, and Alexis dispatches him with a Running Enziguri.
She tags in Davin, who immediately sprints to the other side of the ring. They both apply surfboard holds and...STEREO MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMPS! Davin asks the ref which Jersey Boy is legal, and he clearly has no idea. So Davin LAWNDARTS one into the crowd, while Alexis has had the other in a Darling Clutch for some time. The boy is probably trying to tap out, but Alexis is reminded that she's not the legal man. Or even the legal wo-man. She reluctantly heads to the apron, and Davin drags the dead Jersey Boy to the corner. He whispers something to Alexis, and hoists the Jersey Boy on his shoulder, and has him in a Press Slam position on the top rope.
Blind Tag from Alexis that the ref sees. That's the cue for Davin to get his guy up, spin him and ELEVATED REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER FROM THE TOP ROPE! Davin deftly gets out of the way as Alexis has climbed the turnbuckle. PHOENIX SPLASH! Davin is on the lookout for troublemakers, but none are coming. The ref can count to a billion if he wants.
YOUR WINNER in 3:41 by PINFALL and NEW IWA-MS Tag Team Champions...NOTHING HAPPENED!
No balloons or confetti, but everyone in the crowd has cowbells, and they ARE a-ringin'. We see the camera pan out to see Alexis on Davin's shoulders, in a similar pose to how they won the titles in OOWF and we fade.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:50:35 GMT -5
DH leaves Fire's office, with an empty bottle of whiskey. Fire stands and wanders down to Stank's office, followed by the super ninja TNA Reaction cam that she totally doesn't know is there. She knocks and comes in.
S: You're up late.
FW: Insomnia. Although, I'm telling you...lately...
S: Yeah...being a wrestler and in management is like the recipe for fatigue.
FW: I know...I'm usually asleep by now, and I've even been taking naps.
S: Huh...so...whatcha want?
FW: We are NOT hiring mercenaries...
S: Heh...you mean MORE mercenaries.
Firewoman sighs and looks out the window.
FW: I agreed to this because you said it was a way to contain him.
S: I thought...we still can.
FW: It's not that I don't care, Stank. I do. I care about a lot of things, a great deal.
S: Like?
FW: Like having a peaceful backstage area? Stank, I sided with you before remember.
S: Right before you all turned on me, yes I remember.
FW: Ah...good times.
S: Uh huh.
They both smile though.
S: Eh, you were young. You fixed it when you did the same thing to Davin to form the Five.
FW: Point is...it WAS fun and exciting. I'm not going to deny that. That's what the younger guys see. I mean, I did give EVERYONE involved in the recent flare up a warning, not just one side. I get it...I know that we can't let it happen again.
S: So what do you do then, Madame Commissioner? Suspensions? Fines?
FW: I don't know....no one much cares about those. Moose certainly doesn't. Alex doesn't...
S: Speaking of things you care about...Dealing with being the middle of those two has to be exhausting.
FW: Thing is, under Rick, D&D would have been right to do what they did. They've been operating under that old model that 'anything goes so long as the show goes on' for so long.....
S: But now...
FW: This is where Alex is wrong. Having folks from the locker room in charge, we get it. We can clamp down on problems before they happen, so that wars don't happen...keep any one stable from getting too much .....
Firewoman's voice trails off as she stairs out the window where it just started to rain.
S: ....
FW: ....
S: Trinity?
FW: ....
S: Still eats at you, doesn't it.
FW: *sarcastically* Gee, I don't know why it would. *More normal voice* That's why it seems like I don't care, Stank. I mean, hell, almost everyone has forgiven me, or at least been able to move past it....
S: Except Davin.
FW: ....
S: ....
FW: ....
S: Don't tell me you don't care, I can see it.
FW: It doesn't matter, Stank. It is what it is. If I dwell on the past....does it bug me that I let someone control me that much? Does it bug me my own cousin won't talk to me? He mentored me through the first year or so here.... but I can't think about it, Lucas. When I dwell on it...well, you remember how I was before Moose came back.
S: Yeah...I wasn't sure you'd make it.
FW: So, I'm not dwelling on it...he can't see past it, well...that's the way it is. I can't change it.
S: Would you.....if you could?
FW: Doesn't matter, I can't. What I can do is try and keep a lid on things backstage. Keep Juni in check. So that's what I'm going to do. If that's not enough...
S: It might be....but I need to know that you're on the same page as I am.
FW: I am. No war.
S: Good to hear.
FW: Alright...I'm going to get some sleep. You should too. S: Run in the morning?
FW: You know it.
S: .....
FW: If we can't contain him......we may need to go back to Plan A... I never took Eliot off the job, like I told Alex....and I know now EXACTLY where she is.
S: Fire....
But Fire has already left the room.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:52:08 GMT -5
We're back in Eco's office with him and Alex, Fire having left for Stank.
Eco: So take it.
Alex: What?
Eco: (picking up the belt) Take it. You want to be the big hero of this company, and I need a new corporate champion. Take the belt.
Alex: That was never what this was about, and you know it.
Eco: Fine. You know what, fine. Fuck you, fuck Lucas, fuck everyone. I'll sustain his final veto if I must, but I will carry this company on my back.
Eco slings the belt over his shoulder.
Alex: Juni, what are you--
Eco: That's World Champion Junichiro Muyo to you. Unless Stank comes to take it back, this is mine. (Eco weighs the belt for a moment) 25 lbs, yet no one can shoulder the burden besides me. Funny.
Eco walks out as Alex sighs and lays back on the desk.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:53:13 GMT -5
*Stank is at his hotel. He sits in the bar staring at his beer mug. He doesn't look up when someone sits beside him.*
"You can't quit."
Stank - Don't tell me what I can't do.
"So what about the mission?"
Stank - I don't believe in the mission, anymore.
"Just like that, huh?"
Stank - No. Not just like that. It took a long time to wear down my patience.
"Do you know, Eco has appointed himself World Champion?"
Stank - It's his company.
"No. It's OUR company. You were there to remind him of that."
Stank - Stop kidding yourself. The man owns the company.
"He gave you power to stop him. Hell he even suggested you were the only one who could take the World Title back from him."
Stank - I don't want it.
"Bullshit. You love being World Champion. You're one of the very few I would want to take the World Championship from."
Stank - You would try.
"You see? I know you."
Stank - What's the point? Tell me that. Tell me why I should continuously bang my head against the fucking wall day in and day out.
"Who else will?"
Stank - Alex.
"You kidding me? You and I both know that Alex is not cut out for-"
Stank - Fire.
"Now you're just being silly."
Stank - Davin.
"I'm not even going to respond to that."
Stank - Victor.
"No way."
Stank - How about you, then?
"Not my style, Lucas. You know that."
Stank - All I know is that I am tired of the bullshit. Justin is getting me a ticket on the next flight out.
"So you're really leaving?"
Stank -
"I'm not letting you."
Stank - You can't stop me.
"You don't think so? Then to quote a good friend of mine... you haven't been paying attention."
*Stank continues staring at his beer mug as LD Williams rises from his seat and walks out of the hotel bar.*
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 18:55:34 GMT -5
PA: I know who you are, the leader of lost souls.... The speakers begin blasting Adema's "Immortal" as Ecosystem comes out in full suit, flanked by guards. The Angolans boo him as one guard places the World Title belt on his shoulder. He raises the microphone to his mouth.Eco: CALE A BOCA!!! (Boos) Mostre respeito para o seu campeao do mundo! Having finished antagonizing the crowd in their native Portuguese, Ecosystem enters the ring.Eco: Dear OOWF fans, I have a sad, sad announcement. It appears that your champion Lucas Mann, isn't interested in being your champion any more. It appears that the daily grind is just too much work for old Lucas. He's getting a little older, a little fatter, and the work is just too much...so much, in fact, that he won't even come down to this ring to take his title back from me. The camera zooms in on the STANK nameplate.Eco: Didn't even change it yet, Lucas, wanted to give you a chance. But go ahead and walk away if you like. Because if I have to carry this company on my back, I will. No one wants to make the hard choices. No one wants to sacrifice liberty for order, give up wrestling purity for ratings. Every wrestler in the back is content to keep on doing whatever they wish, assuming it will all work out. Well, it won't. It won't work out, unless someone is willing to turn the invisible hand into an iron fist, and COMPEL it to work out. The crowd is booing ever louder.Boo! Yes, boo! You brought them to this, Lucas! Their hopes and dreams, everything invested in you, is thrown to the wayside. But I promise you, I promise you fans...I will MAKE you believe in Junichiro Muyo. I will NEVER leave you. I will be...a People's Champion. Bring me my new faceplate. Two Blackwater guards climb up to the ring, one carrying screws and an electric screwdriver, another carrying a metal prop. They work together to attach the metal and hand it to Ecosystem.Eco: It's a brand new day. Summer is here. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 19:04:32 GMT -5
Texpress are watching OOWF-TV
Chad: He Quit?
Zane: Looks that way.
Chad: ........
Zane: ........
Chad: I guess Davin was right about him
Zane: Looks like it.
Chad: Surprised?
Zane: No. Dissapointed.
Chad: World Champion Ecosystem. That just sounds..... absurd.
Zane: Agreed. Let's get back to work on Regicide, I want our Championships back.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 20:37:50 GMT -5
Stank continues peering into his beer. Firewoman comes in, in full on Irish redhead rage.
Sta: Here it comes....
FW: There you are.
Sta: Before you say anything--
FW: Shut up, Lucas....Just...shut up. Seriously...do NOT make me make you shut up.
Sta: *smiling a little bit* As if you could...
FW: Yeah? I don't test my skill against quitters, Lucas....so if you want to find out--
Sta: Okay, woman....say your peace.
FW: Were you even LISTENING to what I said before? I don't even get that open with Alex, for Christ's sake...seriously, Lucas, if you hadn't talked me into doing this...dammit, I don't know if I would even BE here.
Sta: You weren't going to quit.
FW: That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. You talked me into doing this...channeling my rage against Juni into keeping him contained rather than skinning him alive...
Sta; Well, now you can do that. Or whatever other crazy-ass series of felonies you have planned with Mia....
FW: Not to mention, giving me something to focus on--
Sta: You said all this already, woman. Doesn't matter.
FW: Well, it fucking matters to ME, dumbass.
Sta: Man, Davin's right...it IS all about you...
FW: That's because I'm honest, Stank. Everyone else is going to blow sunshine up your ass about 'the good of the company' but I'm not. I'm going to tell you that if you leave, two things will happen.
Sta: Uh huh.
FW: First, there is nothing stopping me from ripping Juni's heart out and eating it while he watches.
Sta: Except you're a vegetarian.
FW: Second, you'll never get to prove you're a better wrestler than me.
Sta: What? You ARE crazy. I don't need to prove that shit. No way are you better...
FW: Yeah? Stick around and prove it, or quit now and accept that I would have beaten you.
Firewoman slams her chair back so hard it falls over with a loud SLAM, turning the bar patrons' heads, as she storms out the door.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2011 23:21:24 GMT -5
Ecosystem enters the backstage area from the crowd when he hears a voice...Voice: How's it feel? Eco turns around to see a monitor with the face of....World Heavyweight Champion Randy OrtonThe crowd, viewing from outside, boos like madmen.Eco: It feels good, Randy. The circumstances aren't the best, but-- Randy: Hey, don't let anyone tell you that. I was awarded the WWE Title by Vince McMahon in 2007--it's still a reign in the record books. Eco: Certainly. I appreciated seeing you put that hack Christian in his place on Smackdown. Orton: See, Juni, you get it. You're not like any of the haters, jealous of my talent. You understand, it's all about ratings. Randy Orton, World Champion...that draws viewers. Christian as World Champion? Eco: Not even close. Orton: Not EVEN close. You and I, we're the kind of men who carry companies into the future. Remember when kz went off-exhibition and attacked me and Cena during our Wedding Extravaganza? Eco: Bad business. Orton: Terrible business! Our companies could have forged a relationship that night to serve both our core products better...yet that unprofessionalism ended it. I hope your reign atop this company--in more ways than one--will signal a turn for the better. Eco: Don't worry, Randy. I've seen the light. With this belt on my shoulder, OOWF will be providing quality wrest--no, quality entertainment, for years to come. Orton: Attaboy. Orton goes off the monitor as Eco smirks.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2011 17:23:16 GMT -5
The camera pans out on the flame of a solitary white candle. Originally all we can see is the inside of the flame, but as it pans out we get nearly the entire candle. Then a woman's voice is heard, with a slight melody in her voice.
FV: I'm comin' home. I'm comin' home. Tell the world that I'm coming home.
Let the rain wash away. All the pain of yesterday.
I know my kingdom awaits. I won't forgive them, their mistakes.
I'm comin' home. I'm coming' home. Tell the world. I'm coming...
Home.
The candle is blown out and we slowly fade.
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2011 17:24:22 GMT -5
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
We’re backstage in a suite IQ has rented for the event. State of the art fitness equipment, computers and video equipment are all around, as are a hot tub, two sofas, and a small bench and locker in the corner. IQ is visibly upset and berating Psykle.
Psykle: What the hell was what?
IQ: That! You? Firewoman? Private conversation behind my back?
Psykle: Look, you told me to follow the rules of the OOWF. The commissioner asked to talk to me, I went.
IQ: I also told you not to talk to management without me!
Psykle: Hey, it’s not my fault you were caught up giving an interview on camera with Sandra.
IQ: You think I like doing that? You think I enjoy spending all my time on camera carrying on about you and making you relevant again to the audience because you had to go and break the camera on the first day up the mountain in Tibet? I’m doing this for you, Psyk, don’t you understand?
Psykle starts to get angry and we can see that familiar rage building in his body language.
Psykle: I guess I don’t, why don’t you explain it to dumb old me?
IQ realizes the conversation isn’t going the way he wanted it to, and wisely changes tone and tactics.
IQ: Look, Psyk, it’s a difficult world here. There are all these rules that we’ve got to follow, and new ones seem to keep popping up. Listen, why don’t you take it easy and relax, go soak in the hot tub for a bit, let me handle the contracts, the management, the rules, I want you to focus on just two things.
Psykle: What’s that?
IQ: First, the temper control tactics we discussed.
Psykle: And the second?
IQ: Kicking Moose’s ass at Mayhem and showing the fans why they never should have forgotten you.
Psykle gets a twinkle in his eye, as he relaxes a bit and walks off to get changed and relax in the tub. IQ pulls out his cell phone.
IQ: It’s me. No, that’s fine. No, I just think we might need to rethink our allegiances. Yeah. It might be time to make that call. Let me work on a few other things first though. OK, bye.
IQ hangs up and presses a buzzer on the wall next to where he was standing. The very tall and statuesque Miss Goldendollar walks in.
MG$: Yes sir? How can I be of assistance?
IQ: First, I want you to schedule me a meeting sometime soon with Ecosys…excuse me, World Champion Junichiro Muyo.
MG$: OK. Then?
IQ: Then? I don’t know, why not meet me back at my hotel room? We’ll figure it out from there.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2011 18:28:31 GMT -5
<IQ turns around and Moosehead Jack is standing there. IQ gets ready for the onslaught, but Moose just stands there and looks at him.>
IQ: How did........
MHJ: <smirking> You would never have seen it coming.
<IQ is slightly shaken by this>
MHJ: So........you have Psykle's best interests at heart huh.
IQ: He has come a long way since he started listening to me
MHJ: And you think.......what? Putting him in the ring with me is a good idea?
IQ: If what I have taught him is going to work, you are somewhat of a.......forgive the expression, but a measuring stick around here. If Psykle can keep his calm in the ring with you, given your........tendencies.......then I suspect he can keep his calm against anyone.
MHJ: Look IQ, here are the facts. Right now, I am pretty fucking pissed off. I have Davin Moreland thinking his shit don't stink, and he is somehow a golden god on one side. I have that punk bitch J-P Sparxx on the other running his mouth, and then I have Stank, one of the FEW people on this planet I consider a friend, up and quitting. So lets get this straight, I am in NO fucking mood to be a test for your boy Psykle. This week, at Mayhem, I am going to go out there and I am going to make him suffer. I am going to take all this irritation and anger, and I am going to unleash hell on your boy. So, you might want to let him know...........calm will get him killed.
Trust me
<Moose turns and walks out of the room without another word>
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2011 18:29:30 GMT -5
**Stank watches Firewoman leave, and then pulls out his cell phone. He dials a number, but apparently doesn’t get an answer, as he shoves the phone back in his pocket. Downing the last of his drink, he tosses some money on the table and walks out.**
“Kinda hard to leave without a ticket.”
**Stank turns and sees L.D. Williams leaning on the wall outside the bar.**
LDW: “Justin really has a thing for Canadian coins.”
S: “Seriously? You think that’s going to stop me?”
LDW: “It’ll slow you down long enough to reconsider.”
S: “Not gonna happen.”
LDW: “And for me to have your passport yanked.”
S: “What?”
LDW: “And distribute your picture to people who provide less-than-legal ways out of the country.”
S: “Son-of-a-…How?”
LDW: “We’re in Africa. Ma and I have made a lot of friends - and a lot of money - here over the years.”
S: “And this is supposed to accomplish what?”
LDW: “Lucas, we’ve run together a long time. D&D, the Five, now.”
S: “And? What do you want? A handshake? A final drink? A hug? My blessing? What?”
LDW: “We all had our own reasons for starting the Five, but yours and mine were the most alike. We knew the company was getting stagnant. That somebody had to force new faces to step up - Alex, D.H., Ravenna, Spin…”
S: “And look where that got us. Ravenna bailed, Spin’s gone, and Alex and DH want to fight wars that don’t exist. I’m sick of it L.D. Sick of the bullshit, sick of the whining, sick of trying to keep a peace that everybody needs and nobody wants.”
LDW: “Fine. You want a selfish reason? We burned a lot of bridges with the Five. Nobody trusts us. We so much as have a drink together and people start gathering armies. I have no doubt that all four of you have my back, but Poe’s gone, Moose is even further over the edge, and Fire’s focused on being commissioner and not killing Juni. I don’t have a lot of friends around here, and I’d just as soon not lose another one.”
S: “-”
LDW: “Not good enough? Then how about your own peace of mind? The thing with this company is it’s home for a lot of them. It’s their life. In some cases it’s more important than their life. If things get bad, they won’t walk away - they’ll fight tooth and nail for what’s theirs. It’ll be the first wrestling war with a body count.”
S: “Let me guess - you’re going to say their blood will be on my hands.”
LDW: “Of course not. You’re not responsible for other people’s actions…but it’ll feel like it. Every attack, every injury, every ended career or shortened life, you’ll wonder of you could have prevented it. You do what you have to do, Lucas, but think it through. Juni has your title, and he’s talking like a self-made saviour again. This trip you wanna take might be one way.”
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Post by BookerShark on May 9, 2011 3:36:21 GMT -5
*After his discussion with LD, Stank hails a cab from outside the bar. We're not in the US, so the cab actually stops. He hops in the back. The cabbie doesn't turn around.*
S: Airport.
C: ...
S: Oh, shit, yeah...uh...Aero-porto?
*The cab starts moving, but after a while, it's clear the cabbie is just taking random streets. Stank is getting pissed*
S: AEROPORTO AEROPORTO! Where the fuck are you going?
C: Settle down, Lucas. We're going to have a nice, quick chat, k?
S: *sighs* Quick? With you? Yeah, that'll happen.
*The cab stops outside this bar which is essentially a tent with some boxes to sit on. They each order something brown and start to knock a couple back. The cabbie puts the car keys on the floor in front of Stank*
C: Take 'em. Drive yourself to the airport. I ain't your bitch no more.
S: Cute. Took that one out of mothballs. How are you getting back?
C: *shrugs* I'll figure something out. I'm pretty resourceful.
S: Ok Davin, so you dragged me out here to give me a, I assume stolen cab and tell me to go to the airport?
DM: It's not stolen. It's, uh, borrowed.
S: Uh-huh.
DM: ...
S: ...
DM: ... *gulp*
S: I hate when you do this. It's gimmick infringement, and I'll go to the papers if I have to.
DM: Which papers?
S: ALL OF THEM.
DM: Well done.
S: So? Is this the Sappy Speech about how I'm invaluable and can't leave the company and blah blah blah because I've heard it at least 3 times already.
DM: No.
S: *looks interested finally* Ok then, what?
DM: If you want to leave, then leave. I mean, you've had yourself a nice career. 2-Time World Champ, million-time Tag Champ. A sure-fire Hall of Famer despite not achieving the Grand Slam. That's impressive stuff, Lucas.
S: Thanks for the Grand Slam reminder.
DM: *shrugs* If it were easy, everyone would do it. As it stands, only the very best of the best have...but your career is nothing to sneeze at. I'm sure almost everyone would love to have your resume.
S: Clever tack, Davin. It's not going to work though.
DM: Ok, how about this? There is exactly one wrestler on the roster who was a wrestler in a management position WHILE a war was going on. And by the way, he's the same guy that ENDED the fucking war.
S: And then turned heel by betraying a comrade-in-arms. And one handsome devil.
DM: Just the facts, Lucas.
S: Ok. Fine. So what?
DM: Just saying that the SAME person who has that experience might be willing to lend his services as a consultant.
S: Yeah, teaming with you will be a tremendous career move. Not to mention it won't be hazardous to my health at ALL.
DM: Fine, enough nicey-nice then. You want Eco gone? I can make that happen. In fact, I can make that happen very quickly.
S: Who's going to be the GM? You?
DM: Fuck no. A relatively unbiased person. Someone who really loves to see some good violence. Not me. Not anyone who I'm associated with. Although it it WERE me it would be amazing.
S: Uh-huh.
DM: Lucas, you want Eco gone, I can make that happen. You want to stop a war? I can make that happen too. You want to START a war, I sure as fuck can make that happen.
S: You say "I" a lot.
DM: And you say "Pay me my downside" a lot.
S: *sighs* That's not- whatever...continue.
DM: Am I making this about me? Not intentionally. But let's face facts, Lucas - I'm a pretty fucking influential person, with the fans, in the locker room, with the Board. If I really wanted to, I could take a HHH all over the OOWF. But I don't. The OOWF is bigger than me, bigger than all of us. Since the day I walked in here, I knew that. I just felt it. No one told me. And if you look back on my entire career - despite my affiliations or whatever I was doing, I have NEVER lost sight of that. It's why I'll never respect a Concrete TG or a Hardbody Harris. Traitors jump ship. I don't care if I'm face or heel, I'm pretty fucking consistent. Jump ship, and you're on my permanent shitlist.
S: Like that matters. Besides, who says I'm going to wrestle anywhere else?
DM: No one.
S: That's right.
DM: But it doesn't matter. You go NOW? You're doing exactly what Crete did in my mind. Leave us when we need you the most. You remember what THAT bullshit was like, right? One day, Team Facey-Face is in good shape, the next, Team Facey-Face consists of Stank and some green up-and-comer.
S: My World Title was stripped by some megalomaniacal psycho, and all I do is take shit in this job I didn't want in the first place.
DM: So quit.
S: I am. Or, I'm trying to.
DM: K.
S: That's it?
DM: Sure. Just about anyone would quit in your situation.
S: ...
DM: ...
S: ...
DM: But-
S: Here we go...
DM: Here we go nothing. You quit now, and then waltz back in here in 3 months or 6 months or a year or 5 years...everyone else seems to have a short memory. I don't. It will make our previous feuds look like a fucking slapfight.
S: So don't quit...for you? Davin, uh, I don't know if you realize-
DM: No, Lucas. Don't quit if you don't want to. Quit if you want to. Just know that IF you quit, and then try to come back? You're going to have one major obstacle to clear first if you don't want to be fighting for the fresh pizza rolls every week.
S: Fine.
DM: I also want to say, if you quit, and you STAY quit from OOWF, you have my number. You need anything, ask.
S: From you?
DM: I know a wide array of people.
S: ...
DM: So quit. Or don't. Do what's best for you, Lucas. But no matter what you decide, I want to leave you with one thing. I've had 2 great, career-defining feuds in this company. Both put me on the map and made me a even bigger star than I was before - and that's only thanks to the guy working across the ring from me. One of them was Chris Cole.
*Davin takes the keys from the floor and puts them directly in Stank's hand. He briefly claps him on the shoulder before heading back to the road, without hesitation or even a look back. Stank is left staring at the keys as he motions for more brown stuff without looking up*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 9, 2011 3:38:01 GMT -5
Firewoman is WORKING OUT~! in the ring, sparring a bit with Kai. Well, Kai is sparring. Fire seems to be doing a little more than sparring, and in fact lands a few stiff punches in a series, one of which that splits his lip just a bit. A little bit of blood shows, not much thought, but it's enough that Firewoman sees it, smiles, and gets Kai into a very realistic Dragon Sleeper. Lucky, who was yelling the whole time anyway, now rushes into the ring, and pulls Fire's shoulder so that she releases the hold.
Kai: Damn, Lolo, what is wrong with you?
FW: What? Can't take a little realism?
Kai: I can take it just fine, Lolo, but you need to get a grip, and get yourself under control.
FW: I'm fine.
Firewoman throws Lucky's hand off her shoulder, and then slides under the rings. Kai calls after her.
Kai: Get your head in the game, Lolo......
FW: Fuck off, asshole.
Firewoman storms out of the training area, as Kai throws a water bottle out of the ring. Time change and perspective change and we are back at the Darling Luxury Suites. Fire surveys the area, picks up a chair and throws it through the very expensive HD television, shattering the screen, and causing sparks to fly. Alexander comes rushing out of the room to see Firewoman upend a table that contains a laptop computer and an iPod docking station.
AD: HEY!!!
Firewoman stomps mid rampage and speaks very calmly.
FW: Hello.
AD: Hello yourself...what the hell is this about?
FW: People suck. That's what it's about.
AD: People always suck. What's special about today?
FW: Stank...Eco....Davin....Moose............
AD: That is a long list of suckage. *He pulls up a chair and sits down* Well, carry on then....don't let me interrupt.
FW: Huh?
AD: I'm just going to sit here and watch. Always fun to watch a Fire meltdown.
Fire looks around and then it's clear she doesn't know how to respond to this.
AD: Besides, that laptop was due to be replaced, and I'm tired of that television. Just once I wish you'd break your own stuff.
Firewoman lets this sink in, looks around, and finds a pool cue. Why is there a pool cue? Who knows. She looks around and spies the Keurig in the corner, and walks up to it.
AD: Wait...Fire...think about this....
Fire wails away at the coffee machine like a pinata, until it's a heap of broken metal and plastic.
FW: That's not nearly as satisfying.
AD: Great...you without coffee....why punish the rest of us?
FW: Oh.....yeah.....sorry?
AD: Feel better?
FW: A little.
AD: Okay...sit...talk.
*FADE*
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