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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:34:15 GMT -5
<we cut to GM Selena’s office where Stan Fulton is standing in front of Selena’s desk>
GMS: Stan, thank you for coming on such short notice. Eric requested that you get a title shot next week in Oxyoke.
SF: Yeah
GMS: Well, I can’t do that
SF: <looking very frustrated> WHY NOT?
GMS: Because next week we have a trios tournament, and you are teaming with Moose and LD, and the week after that, you have the OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament. Look, I can’t give you the match next week, or even the week after that, but how bout this……
<Selena pulls a contract out of a file>
GMS: Sign this, and you have a guaranteed title shot at the Doomy Doomy Doom Doom pay per view, pending the Invitational tag team tournament. Should you make the finals, then you get your title match the following MidWeek Mayhem. No BS, this is set in stone
<Fulton considers this for a second, then signs the contract and walks out of the office>
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live From Oxyoke, Colorado
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Shot Tournament – Winning Team Gets a Title Shot at the Doomy Doomy Doom Doom PPV
Eric O’Mac, Attitude Adjuster & Ecosystem (BYE) Moosehead Jack, LD Williams & Stan Fulton vs. Alexander Darling & The Flyin Hawaiians Nothing Happened & Honcho Williams vs. Firewoman & Texpress Chris Evans, J-P Sparxx & Psykle (BYE)
Card subject to Donner Situation
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:35:04 GMT -5
Alexander Darling comes into the Darling Luxury Suites finding it kind of shambled.
AD: Oh yeah...been a while.
Firewoman comes out of their room and stops.
FW: Yeah, um...sorry...it just kinda...happened...
AD: *shrugging* No broken glass. We'll call that progress.
Alexis comes in from the hallway.
LD: There you are...wow, what happened in here....*looking at Fire*...oh yeah....been a while.
AD: I mentioned that.
FW: I'm sorry...I ... I kinda DID stop myself before anything important got broken.
LD: Congratulations.
AD: Lex...
LD: Look, I know...I...it was my fault tonight and--
FW: Don't be silly, Lex...he's a big guy with a big foot and he hit you just right. I saw it...it's fine...
LD: Thanks, Fire...
AD: So...you get stitched up okay?
FW: Yeah, whatever...Selena told me to go rest instead of supervising. Her new ... I dunno, do we call it a wellness policy? How 'bout you.
AD: Yep, bandaged, ice, the whole nine yards.
FW: Cool...and Lexie, you get patched up?....oh wait, you didn't actually bleed did you.
Alexis and Fire share an icy look.
AD: Fire...
FW: What.
AD: ...
FW: Fine....Sorry.
LD: Uh huh.
AD: Lex...
LD: What.
AD: ...
LD: Fine...accepted.
AD: There, isn't that nice? Now...yeah, it sucks. So let's grab a late dinner, relax, and start getting ready for next week. We have a trios tournament and--
LD: Well, we'll just have to train more intensely and--
Alexander and Firewoman look at their toes.
LD: What?
AD: Well....uh....I had already approached Kai and Aina about teaming.
FW: And Chad and I had talked Texpress and I.....
LD: Well...who am I supposed to team with.
AD: It's not personal, Lex, you remember us all talking about this before right?
LD: *sigh*....yeah, I do.....I just thought....
FW: What about Davin? "Nothing Happened" rides again?
LD: I guess.
FW: Besides, if we spread ourselves out like that, ups the odds that those belts will be back in the RunDEA side of the arena, right?
Alexander and Alexis look at each other and then at Fire and smile.
FAAAAAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:35:58 GMT -5
*OOWF World Champion Eric O'Mac walks into the Destroyatorium and peers around. No one seems to be paying him any mind, so Eric goes to the nearest pool table and picks up a pool cue. He grabs some chalk and chalks up the cue, He looks like he is going to take a shot....and then SWINGS as hard as he can, hitting...
...Carl From Fresno.
Regardless of WHO was hit, everyone in the Destroyatorium is now paying attention, and some are ready to fight when Eric O'Mac breaks his pool cue in half and jumps on the table.*
Eric: Stay the fuck back!
*Eric swings his broken pool cue to prove his point.*
Eric: Now listen up! I know a lot of people hate the shit out of me. Maybe it's because I'm a McMahon. Maybe it's because I've been a terrible person. Maybe it's because you are all jealous of how fucking good I am!
Regardless of how you view me as a human being, regardless of how insanely jealous you are of my talent, my wealth, and my World Championship, I want to make something clear! I'm not going to give championship title shots to every piece of shit who attacks me from behind and cries about not getting a chance! Stan Fulton earned his shot through working hard and earning his chance! He acted like a little whore and a petulant bitch, but he earned his chance, and he'll get that chance! But if any of you fucking gutter dicks want a shot - prove to me that you deserve one! Because despite what you view me as, I am a fair man, and I will duck no one!
Lastly...I recognize that I am the best in the world at what I do. I also recognize that the things that I do sometimes aren't very nice. So, for the remainder of the week, for one week only, to make up for whatever the hell I'm going to do to piss you off in the next year of my holding this championship...
*Eric picks up a briefcase that was unnoticed under the pool table and jumps off the pool table. He goes to one of the bartenders and opens the briefcase to reveal a briefcase full of cash.*
Eric:...DRINKS ARE ON THE CHAMP!
*The excites the crowd and Eric slips out of the mob, walking out of the Destroyatorium as we fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:36:40 GMT -5
As Eric leaves the Destroyatorium, the scene shifts over to a table where we see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack enjoying a round of cold ones. The two look at each other and shrug.
OBJ: (Belches) That’s Australian for this seems like a strange place to be making that announcement.
Danny nods in agreement. He points to himself, makes the motion of swinging a weapon, then shakes his head no.
OBJ: True enough, and I can’t remember the last time I promoed about attacking someone backstage, I mainly just talk to myself these days.
Both men shrug again and continue drinking there drinks. Dashing Victor Deniro comes over with RSFJ #138.
DVD: Promo time boys.
Jack and Danny stand, we then have an awkward silence, as the RSFJ stares at them and they stare at DVD. Finally DVD breaks the silence.
DVD: You boys have the week off in the ring, so I’m taking the week off out of it. This one is on you two.
RSFJ: So which one of you wants to start?
Danny just raises an eyebrow.
OBJ: Really Sheila?
RSFJ: Fair enough. So after your match this week, the New Guard attacked you, do you have a response to them?
OBJ: Not really. It was not really a surprise, they were trying to make a statement, and we stopped it. They got frustrated, luckily for us, we had a friend who had our back.
Danny makes the motion of Wolves ears.
OBJ: Now both Evans and Sparxx are hell of talented singles competitors, but Drink and Destroy, are a hell of a team.
Danny smiles and nods.
OBJ: And with Lobo, we have become a hell of a trio. Lobo made a good point last week when he said the Hawaiians should be offended that Alex was looking at working with them as a short term thing. That winning the Trios belts would just be another diversion before his next singles feud. The Hawaiians are a hell of a team, and you could not ask for better partners, but only if you take teaming with them seriously.
Danny again nods in agreement.
OBJ: And this goes for everyone in the trios tournament. If you think you just because you have had a successful solo career you can just walk into the tag, or in this case the trios ranks and hotshot your way to the top, you are in for a shock. It does not matter if it is the current champs The Texans, the former champs The Hawaiians, or the future champs in Drink and Destroy, when you face a team challenge in the OOWF, you are facing the best in the world.
Danny makes the motion of a belt around his waist, and then shakes his head no. He then lifts his fists up in a classic fighting stance.
OBJ: Danny is right, no matter who we end up facing at Doomy Doom Doom Doom, we will not just be giving these belts up. If you want them, you better be prepared for a fight, and you better be ready to work as a true team to do it.
Danny motions to the two of them, and then mimics taking a nap, before vehemently shaking his head no.
OBJ: That’s right mate. We may have the week off, but we won’t be taking a nap on the competition, Not only will we watch each match intently scouting the opposition, but we will get with Lobo, and train harder then ever to make sure we are at our best for the PPV.
Danny smacks Jack on the arm, and the two lock eyes and then nod.
OBJ: As a matter of fact, we are going to ask our GM Selena to find whomever they can locally or from the OOVWF to get a team together to step up and challenge El Lobo and Drink and Destroy in an exhibition match just to make sure we can stay ring ready. OOWF has the best tag teams in the world, never forget that.
Danny mouths the word BOOM.
The RSFNJ smiles and wraps it up leaving. DVD walks over with a fresh round of drinks.
DVD: Not bad boys, now once Lobo gets here, you can start working on that teamwork you just talked about.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:37:11 GMT -5
CUT to the Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters® sponsored by Trojan where Carl From Fresno is stumbling out of the Destroyatorium towards Medical. He comes upon Stan Fulton who stops to help Carl get some medical attention.
SF: "Who did this?"
CFF: "Eric O'Mac."
SF: "Did he say why?"
CFF: "I think, before I lost consciousness, he said something about people not liking him because he's a McMahon and we're jealous of his talent."
SF: "No, we don't like him because he's a douchenozzle and randomly strikes jobbers."
CFF: "Didn't you randomly strike him?"
SF: "If you're calling him a jobber..."
CFF: "Ow... my nose is broken. And the rest of them were drinking and celebrating while I was injured. When I woke up on the floor they were just walking over me laying in a puddle of blood.
SF: "Fuckin' D&D. I can't believe we work in this shithole."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:37:47 GMT -5
*Davin is with Moonbeam, clearly trying to workout a pre-taped promo*
DM: So with HONCHO Williams, who is a Williams, and while probably isn't related in any way to LD Williams, might, could possibly be related - and he might be kinda good. He won a match or something. And then ALEXIS, well, the greatest tag partner anyone could ask for. And she's got all sorts of great Trios exper...er...uh...dammit Moony.
SFJ420: What?
DM: How am I supposed to pretend like we've got a chance to actually win?
SFJ420: *thinking*
DM: ...
SFJ420: *smiling* Improvise.
DM: Really?
SFJ420: Yeah, Do 3 minutes. Go.
DM: I am Davin Moreland. I'm the greatest champion this business has ever seen. A good portion of that is because of my complete and utter domination in the Trios division. You see all the super-teams joining up for this tournament, right? And what do you see from Davin? His old tag partner and some dude that hasn't promoed since August. I know what you're thinking. "They've got no shot". No shot? Really? How many times have I won these? AND I get to team with the Current Gnarliest IWA-MS Double Champ too? Lock it up. Davin Moreland. Alexis Darling. Homestar Runner-
SFJ420: Honcho Williams...
DM: The Gnarliest Trios Team Ever? I think it will be. And to my brothers who represent The Texpress - a warning. WHEN Davin, Alexis and Homestar beat you this week - expect gloating. A LOT of gloating. You made a decision several weeks ago. For your sake, I hope it works out for you - but if The Texpress and The Badass fall to Davin, Alexis and Homestar? There will be vignettes. There will be top 10 lists. Everyone and their mother will know the depth and gravity in which their poorly-planned and poorly-thought-out decision was made. Maybe they spent too much time in Oklahoma last week. But it's taken a lot to this point to chalk this up as a "business decision". Expect to be reminded of your "business decision" this Wednesday. Run DLP be damned. You will hear about this after you lose. A lot. For months.
SFJ420: Want to talk about your match with Fulton this past week?
DM: I got hosed. It happens. Stan's moving on to Eric, and I'm moving on to embarrassing The Texpress.
SFJ420: Ok, that's 3. Good.
DM: Good. Think anyone will buy it?
SFJ420: It's got to be better than that "He's not related to LD, but he's a Williams" garbage.
DM: Good point.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:38:44 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find Drink & Destroy and El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~! heavily…not that there’s anything particularly special about that. I mean, these guys drink heavily on a daily basis. It’s sort of their thing. Maybe I should start over…
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find Drink & Destroy and El Lobo Sangriento TEAMWORKING~!...no, that’s no good…FAMILIARIZING THEMSELVES WITH EACH OTHERS’ HOPES, AND DREAMS~!...nah, that’s way too corny…SHARING THEIR FEELIN–
ELS: Why not just stick with DRINKING~!
OBJ: BELLCH~! That’s Australian for “That was my plan.”
ELS: My bad. I was talking to Voiceover Guy.
*OBJ and Danny shoot each other a worried look…
ELS: What’s with the worried look? I can hear Voiceover Guy, and you can’t. No big deal.
OBJ: Does this Voiceover Guy have a name?
ELS: You know, I never thought to ask.
OBJ: …
DDT: …
ELS: So, we get jobbers this week? I was kind of hoping we could work commentary or maybe even do some refereeing. These matches are all about our belts, after all.
*OBJ and Danny consider Lobo’s idea while Lobo sits quietly, surely wondering why he never even bothered to ask a certain friend what his name is…
ELS: I’m sorry.
*OBJ and Danny look over at Lobo, confused, as I wait expectantly…
ELS: Sorry it’s my round and I haven’t gotten the beers yet. Be right back.
*Lobo gets up and heads to the bar like the asshole he is as we FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:39:12 GMT -5
GM Selena is sitting at her desk looking over some papers as one of her lawyers walks in.
L: The contract with Mr. Fulton has been processed.
GMSa-T: Awesome. One less thing to worry about.
L: Was there any trouble?
GMSa-T: Nope. But I thought there would be. At least a little.
L: I'm glad it went smoothly.
GMSa-T: Me too! Now I can focus on the Monkey Belts Tournament.
L: The Monkey Belt?
GMSa-T: You've seen the belts right?
L: I'm afraid not.
GMSa-T: They have monkeys on tricycles on the plate. They're so cute and awesome!
Just then one of the office workers walks in.
OW: Here are the ratings from the last few weeks.
GMSa-T: Are they good?
OW: See for yourself.
Selena takes the papers and looks them over. Her eyes widen and a smile creeps across her face as she looks at them.
GMSa-T: Wow, he wasn't kidding.
L: Who?
GMSa-T: Eric O'Mac. He really is the highest rated champion. Look at the boom!
DDT pokes his head into the doorway and mouths "Boom". The crowd yells "BOOM" to fill in.
L: My word, ratings went up 7% from the Midweek Mayhem prior to Hell On Earth.
GMSa-T: Get me the marketing department, stat! *laughs* I've always wanted to do that. But seriously, get the marketing department on Eric! We're gonna have him doing Make A Wish and kissing babies and dancing with housewives and all that junk!
L: Yes, Mrs. al-Takriti.
GMSa-T: Go! Go! Go!
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:39:42 GMT -5
<We join Moose, LD and Stan in their locker room in mid-conversation>
SF: And THAT is your game plan for this week?
MHJ: I don't see the problem with it
SF: You really don't do you?
MHJ: What? I hate Alex and relish the chance to wail on him. LD has had an issue with the Hawaiians. You take the remaining Hawaiian and turn him into a greasy spot. What is the problem here?
SF: I don't know, it just feels like.........like we could do more
LD: Like prepare binders or something?
SF: What are you saying?
LD: I'm saying, we are three of the toughest bastards in the OOWF facing three guys who won't take a step back. How much prep do you need? Go out there and do what we do and we will win. It's really that simple.
SF: <sighing> I guess
MHJ: Trust me
<Stan just gives Moose a look, Moose laughs and grabs more beer and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:40:04 GMT -5
Firewoman shows up at the training ring where Texpress is already working out. Chad leaps over the ropes and rushes over to her. Zane stays in the ring.
CM: AWESOME! This is going to be GREAT!
FW: Yeah, look...maybe this isn't...I mean, if you guys would rather team with Davin, I understand.
CM: What? No way. I mean, yeah, but we came up with this while he was busy with other stuff. I think. I can't remember. Anyway we're really excited about this.
FW: "We."
CM: Yes, we, now c'mon.
He grabs Fire's arm and leads her in the ring and up the steps and holds the ropes open for her. she gives him a look and then gets into the ring.
FW: Zane.
ZM: Fire.
CM: See? No problem. Zane is fine. Alex is fine.
FW: Well....
ZM: Can we just get to work?
Fire nods and the three of them begin TRAINING~! We get a montage, and while there are some awkward moments, things fall together nicely. Eventually they are done.
CM: See? Just like old times.
FW: Well, not exactly...
ZM: I gotta say...I think this team idea is going to work. I was...hesitant at first but...
FW: We clicked together pretty well, I agree.
CM: So...we've been the measuring sticks of the tag team division, and now, with our new li'l' cowgirl here--
FW: Really?
CM: It's time to see if the other trios teams Measure Up. Right?
ZM: Eh, needs some work.
CM: Okay....um....let's see, the three of us...oh! I got it!
ZM: What?
CM: It's time to see if the other trios teams Sparkle up.
ZM: ...
FW: ...
CM: No?
ZM: No.
FW: No.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:40:26 GMT -5
Once again, we're off at a local GeniusIQ Industries facility near Oxyoke, Colorado. Psykle is working out on a heavy bag while IQ sits nearby working on his laptop. Psykle launches a hard side kick at the bag, knocking it off its hook and across the room. IQ hears the commotion and looks up.
IQ: Everything OK?
Psykle: No. I just don't get it.
IQ: Get what?
Psykle: The why.
IQ: The why?
Psykle: Yea.
IQ: Explain.
Psykle: Well, I thought Selena said whoever lost between me and Moose at the PPV would get our title shot at the first Mayhem in October?
IQ: That I can explain. Lobo needed to get his title shot, and I talked to Selena and convinced her that it would be in the company's best interests to build up to your title shot, giving her the whole month of October to sell Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle for the Onslaught Championship at Doomy Doomy Doom Doom 8. This way, it also gives you a chance to see how Moose is going to defend his title. Apparently, based on this past week, he's going to run the clock down. So now you know how to train for it. Focus on not letting him get away, and work to get him hurt hard and fast.
Psykle: OK, well why am I teaming with the New Guard guys after me, Eric and AA had a successful match-up against the bitch, her bitch-boy and his sister last week?
IQ: Well, the three of them aren't teaming up either though.
Psykle: Yea, fine, it just doesn't make any sense why Eco is teaming with them, and I'm teaming with the New Guard...two guys who I've had my own issues with in the past.
IQ: Well, that's the past. You need to move to the future.
Psykle: And that's the other thing. How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to be teaming up with guys when you keep me away from the arenas, back here at the training facilities instead of backstage working with the other guys, meeting fans, even doing cameos in other people's promos? How am I going to get over if we keep that up? Why do you keep me away?
IQ seems to have a bit of a nervous look flash across his face when Psykle asks him this, but he quickly suppresses it and moves to his more stoic look and demeanor.
IQ: I was wondering when you would finally ask that question.
Psykle: Huh?
IQ: It's part of your training. Remember what's happened to you in the past when you would hang around backstage? Do I need to remind you of Todd Pettengil and the steel pipe? What was that over anyway?
Psykle: He took the last sugar from the coffee cart.
IQ: And you felt that brutalizing him with a lead pipe and then sodomizing him with that pipe was apt justice for that affront?
Psykle: At the time.
IQ: And now?
Psykle: Now, I'd probably just use Splenda instead.
IQ: You see, you've learned. You've also gotten to the point where you've learned to recognize and question the differences between the other wrestlers and the training I have planned for you.
Psykle: You still haven't answered the question. Why am I here instead of backstage?
IQ: Because you weren't ready.
Psykle: Ready for what?
IQ: Control.
Psykle: Wait. You said "weren't".
IQ: That I did.
Psykle: That's past tense.
IQ: That it is.
Psykle: Meaning I am ready?
IQ: Meaning you might be. Let's see how you do this week with the trios tournament and teaming with the New Guard. We'll talk after your matches.
Psykle gets a grin on his face as we Fade to Black.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:40:55 GMT -5
Eric O'Mac and Attitude Adjuster are sitting together in a club somewhere. Eric is O'Macking while AA plays Wingman With A Briefcase.Eric O'Mac: That's all right, you can touch the gold. AA: Do you accept briefcases as payment for drinks? Bartender: Not even a little bit. Suddenly, the DJ's music cuts out and the lights go off. The club groans, assuming the power has gone out. Suddenly, a haunting song plays over the PA system..."Ten Little Indians" from Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson.Four Little Indians, Hiding In A Tree...One Passed Out Drunk And Then There Were Three.A spotlight hits the balcony, and a drunk fellow is pushed off the balcony onto a table below. It's a short fall and he seems only mildly injured as he cries out, but no one saw the push. The lights go back out.Three Little Indians, Not Much Left To Do...One Left For Mexico, And Then There Were Two.A crash is heard, a spotlight flashes, and we see that the DJ's stereo set is sparking, an axe smashed into the system. The DJ runs away, with a few more joining him.Two Little Indians, Playing With A Gun, ONE GOT SHOT, And Then There Was One.No spotlight this time, but shots are clearly heard. There are screams, but no cries of pain. We hear a loud mob running.Good Night...Good Night....Good Night. GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT.There is a pause, and a spotlight hits Eric O'Mac and Attitude Adjuster, who appear to have been handcuffed to their chairs. All the seats around them are empty.Voice: One Little Indian...Nothing To Be Done...He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were...All the lights go on.Eco: (wearing sunglasses, holding a smoking gun pointed upward) ...None. Four goons in suits stand by Ecosystem as he approaches Eric and AA.Eco: Did you hear their screams, champ? Did you hear how afraid they were? I cannot, for the life of me, understand how cheers or boos can get you going at the level of those screams. Eric: I'm not screaming. You really want this fight? Eco: I don't want any fight. Those are trick handcuffs. Press the button. Eric and AA press the buttons, and the handcuffs release.AA: Wait, so why-- Eco: I wanted your attention. To be frank, I have no problem with either of you particularly. Eric, you showed a kindness to my sister when she was here, which papers over a number of our disagreements. AA: More kindness than you showed your sister. What were you even-- Eco takes off his sunglasses to reveal his eyes. They are white and empty.Eco: Do I need to justify my ways to you, Att? Is that the conversation you want to have? AA: I'm not afraid of you, Juni. Heck, I remember back when Johnny and I were fighting you and Volt, you being the clown who'd throw people through-- Eco: Open your briefcase. AA: What? Eco: Open your briefcase. Eric: There's nothing in the briefcase anymore. Eco: I beg to differ. AA opens the briefcase to reveal a white mask, at which he jumps. The mask has a bloodstreak across the face, painted into tears.AA: When did you…? Eco: You two did a fine job in your trios match last week. But nothing in your performance…nothing crossed the line. This week…I’d like to cross that line. And I expect your full participation. Eric: Is that a threat? Eco: (picking up the mask and placing it on his head) If I threaten you both, you’ll know. Eco begins to walk away with the men in suits, but he pivots quickly to look at AA.Eco: Oh, and AA? You know how you thought you opened a small cut on your leg while you slept last night? AA: Yeah…wait, how— Eco: You didn’t. Eco pulls the mask down over his head and pulls out a switchblade, tapping it against the teardrops. Eco exits.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:41:29 GMT -5
<Eco walks out of the club into the parking lot. Moosehead Jack steps from the shadows and stands in front of him. Eco reaches up and slowly takes off the mask. The two men stare at one another for a moment. Eco takes the knife from his pocket and throws it to Moose, Moose catches it and smirks. Eco pulls another blade from his pocket and we have an old fashioned stand off. The lot is empty, so there is no one to interfere.>
MHJ: How do you want this to go down Juni
Eco: You tried to hurt my sister
<they slowly start circling>
MHJ: tit for tat considering what you did
Eco: I warned you
MHJ: And you thought I would listen?
Eco: You never listened. From day one, you had to do things your way
MHJ: He will allow nothing else
Eco: You hide behind Him
MHJ: And you hide from who you are
Eco: You have no idea who I am
MHJ: That is where you are wrong Juni, I know you all too well. Tell me, when are you going to drop the act?
<Eco and Moose stop circling and Eco looks at him>
Eco: You think THIS is an act?
MHJ: No. I think you pretending not to be an insane bloodthirsty monster is an act. Drop it. Embrace it.
Eco: <shaking his head> I need to run you out of the OOWF
MHJ: You can try. Many before you have. But why? All those cowards who would not stand with you? Who would not help you eliminate me? What does that tell you about them? You tried to change Juni, they will never accept you. They will never understand you, I do. He does. Who could stop us? No one.
<Eco stares at Moose for a long moment, then takes the knife and throws it at Moose’s feet, sticking it into the ground. Moose smirks and does the same to Eco. The two men shake hands, but still do not seem to completely trust one another>
Eco: This will make you more enemies
MHJ: Ask me if I give a fuck
Eco: Your sister will hate your choices
MHJ: That’s fine. I hate hers too
<the camera fades>
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:41:55 GMT -5
**Stan Fulton and L.D. Williams are in a locker room, watching OOWF televison. We join them mid-conversation.**
SF: “ ‘Winging it’ is not a strategy.”
LDW: “It is for us.”
SF: “You keep saying that, but I’m not seeing it.”
LDW: “The key to a successful tag team is thinking alike - knowing what your partner is going to do before they do it, yes?”
SF: “True.”
**L.D. gets up and heads to a fridge at the back of the room.”
LDW: “kz is the exception that proves that rule. We tried the whole team dynamic thing and it doesn’t work for us. Unpredictability is what Moose does best, and it’s a nice change for me. The one thing we have in common is instinct - we know what needs to be done. The key to kHz’s success is not over-planning.
SF: “Uh- L.D…”
LDW: “I mean yeah, if I reach out for a blind tag the odds are about fifty-fifty that Moose will be there. On the other hand, I don’t have to worry about being there if he does it either.”
SF: “L.D., you need to…”
LDW: “As team strategies go you’re right - it sucks - and I wouldn’t use it with any other partner. But for me and Moose, it works.”
**Williams sits back down and hands Stan a drink. Stan replays Moose‘s encounter with Ecosystem.**
SF: “There’s that unpredictability for you.”
LDW: “How do you feel about handicap matches Stan?”
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:42:17 GMT -5
*Davin runs into Alexis somewhere. Not important where.* DM: Hey. LD: Hey. DM: So...ready for Wednesday? LD: No. You haven't spoken to me in a month. DM: You're not my NPC. LD: I may as well be. DM: True. So, you ready? LD: No! When was the last time you even saw our partner? DM: Well, never. But I hear he's big in the Internet Community. LD: Oh yeah? DM: Yeah, I did a Google Search for him. About 1,880,000 results. LD: Wow. DM: I know. LD: It would be nice to actually train with him once before the match. I don't even know what he looks like. DM: Just so happens I downloaded a picture, just in case you said that. LD: Cool. Let me see? *Davin hands her his phone. This is what she sees:* LD: Uh...Davin? DM: Yeah? LD: This isn't our tag partner. DM: Sure it is. I hear he's a great athlete. LD: Davin, this is Homestar Runner. DM: I know. LD: Our partner is Honcho Williams. DM: Right. Homestar Runner. LD: Are you feeling ok? DM: Never better. I wonder why that dude is so pasty. LD: Davin, he's not real. DM: The hell you say! LD: Really, he's a cartoon. On a website. He doesn't exist. Honcho Williams, presumably, does.. DM: Well, I'll tell you what, you and me, we should go watch some tape. I've got a binder for you. LD: Ok, cool. DM: And Homestar. LD: Honcho. DM: That's what I said. Homestar. *Alexis sighs as they walk off to Davin's locker room* *fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:42:40 GMT -5
*fade in to Chris Evans and JP Sparxx, who are discussing strategy*
Sparxx: Awright, we already in the second round without having to do shit.
Evans: Sparxx, that’s great and all, but this is no time to rest. Psykle would be a great asset to us, so we’ve still got work to do, and...
Sparxx: Damn Chris, you ever listen to yo ass talk sometimes? Quit dis recruiting shit of yours already. For fucks sake, if he joins, he joins. Damn, figured you’d be done with this shit by now.
E: *sigh* Heh, yeah, you’re right. It’s just that…this thing could be huge for us though, I mean, this is OUR time, and if we’re gonna get someone like Psykle, we’ve gotta think of some way to convince him, but not just for us, cause this movement of ours could be bigger than all of us.
JP: Don’t do it just for us? Heh, you heard what dat tomato-can Darling said, didn’t ya?
E: Man, fuck what Darling thinks. He wants to think that I’m some wannabe, let him think what he wants. This movement is about proving that we belong here, to show that despite what all the veterans think, that we’re here to stay and that we WILL make a name for ourselves.
Voice: Pardon me, but I couldn’t help but hear you saying that you need some help in regards to my client. Perhaps I can be of some assistance.
Evans and Sparxx turn to see that it is Psykle’s manager, Genius IQ.
IQ: I have the best interest of my client in mind, and since the three of you have no match this week, that is why I have decided that it would be best if we got to know each other a little bit better prior to your matches in the upcoming weeks.
E: Sounds fine to me, but what’s in it for us?
JP: Yeah, the Sparxx don’t work for cheap, nowhaImsayin?
IQ: For your cooperation, we will allow you access to any of our luxurious, state-of-the-art training facilities, one of which happens to be located in the area.
E: And how exactly would that be any different from any other place that we could train?
IQ: Please, do not compare us to some of these hole-in-the-wall establishments that try to pass themselves off as gyms. Our facilities have trained Olympic-caliber athletes from around the world.
E: You serious? Hell, you’ve got our interest now. Here, sit down.
IQ: Very well gentlemen, let’s get down to business, shall we?
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:43:06 GMT -5
The Flyin' Hawai'ians enter the Darling Luxury Suites. Alexander Darling comes in from a back room, sees them, and smiles.
AD: Great. You're here. I wanted to go over some strategic ideas I had for our match...
Darling is cut off by Kai getting directly in his face. Kono tries to pull him back, with no success.
AD: Kai. Howzit, brah?
Aina: Kai...bruddah...
Kai: Howzit? Howzit? Are you really saying howzit to The Kai?
AD: Yeah. Howzit, Brah?
Kai: Brah? Howzit, brah? You wanna hozit brah The Kai? You haole piece of monkey crap, you wanna howzit brah The Kai?
AD: Kai, what is your problem?
Kai: The Kai has no problem, it is Alexander Darling that seems to have the problem. You don't wanna team with The Kai and his brother, THE most electrifying tag team on the gods' green earth today! No, Alexander Darling, the problem lies with you! Not The Kai.
AD: Kai. I know what Lobo said. He misconstrued my words. I'm honored to team with you and Aina. I have been trying to do it for months. Noelani always...
Kai raises his hand like he's about to backhand Darling.
Kai: Do not speak of her. Do not speak of that fast talkin leg spreadin pseudo star wannabe in The Kai's presence again.
AD: Fine. My point is I'm happy to be your partner. If The Kai will have me?
Kai snorts and backs off Darling. Kono quickly puts her hand to his chest to keep him off. She then leads him out of the room. Darling then turns his attention to Aina, who has been watching the scene by the door.
AD: Howzit, brah?
Aina: Pele got his temper. He'll be fine, brah.
Aina offers his hand to Darling, who shakes it.
Aina: So what are your ideas, brah?
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:43:37 GMT -5
*Stank is in his home in Atlanta. He leans heavily on one crutch and opens his large refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of beer. Bracing himself on the crutch he leans down to pick up the beer of his choice. When he pulls himself back up he closes the refrigerator door, revealing his sister Simone, who had been standing behind the door, as Stank was looking for his beverage.*
Stank - You trying to scare me?
Simone - Should you be up?
Stank - It's been two weeks since the surgery Simone. The doctors gave me a crutch for a reason.
Simone - You don't want to reinjure yourself.
Stank - I've been very careful sis. If the workouts haven't hurt me, hobbling along to get a beer should be no problem.
Simone - Anyway, Did you see?
Stank - What?
Simone - Jared. He did a match in Japan.
Stank - He's still in Japan?
Simone - Yeah, under his old persona too.
Stank - Ghosthead?
Simone - Yup! I got it on video. Let me go get it and we can watch it downstairs. I presume that's where you're going. You've been spending a lot of time down there.
Stank - That's where I train baby girl. Plus it gives me easier access to the pool. Speaking of which, I thought you hired someone to clean the pool? They did a shity job. I hope they haven't left yet.
Simone - Uh... he hasn't... he's over here... sleeping on your couch.
Stank - What?
*Stank turns around and hobbles into the large den decorated in a modern style with nice furniture and accessories throughout. On the couch at the far end of the room lies a still figure... snoring.*
Stank - JUSTIN!
*Justin Sane bolts upright, rubbing sleep from his eyes.*
JS - Hey boss.
Simone - You... know him, Lucas?
Stank - Yes.
JS - Please let me sleep on your couch.
Stank - Simone.
Simone - What?
Stank - Why?
Simone - Why what?
Stank - Why would you hire Justin to clean my pool?
Simone - Are you kidding me? He only charged five dollars.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:44:10 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack is SITTING~! in Ric's Sandwich Shoppe. He's managed to find the only table with a single lightbulb swinging over it. He's just about to take a drink of his beverage, when Firewoman comes in, pulls up a chair and sits in front of him, arms across her chest.
MHJ: No, do join me.
FW: I'm not here for a social call.
MHJ: Does your hubby know where you are?
FW: I have a message for you.
MHJ: Then give it and go.
Moose starts to take a drink of his coffee. Fire takes a deep breath.
FW: I've been talking to our mo....Rose. As you no doubt saw, she and Sean have reuinited, sobered up, and are trying to make a go of it.
Fire pauses. Moose continues to take drinks of his coffee. Fire continues.
FW: In so doing, they have decided to open a restaurant somewhere on Lake Erie.
MHJ: Who the hell would lend them the money to do that?
FW: She didn't say, but I suspect Aunt Robin.
MHJ: Don't tell Davin.
FW: That's just my suspicion.
MHJ: Is that it?
FW: No...to celebrate this new lease on life they have invited the entire OOWF there to enjoy a real family-style Thanksgiving, and they would like you to be there.
At this, Moose starts laughing, but since he has just taken a drink of coffee, he ends up with a lovely spit take. Fire was prepared for it, and holds a towel up so she doesn't get sprayed. Moose grabs it from her and wipes his face.
MHJ: You have got to be fucking kidding me.
FW: Nope.
MHJ: There is no way in hell...YOU aren't going, are you?
FW: ...
MHJ: ARE YOU?
FW: I hadn't decided yet...but....probably....
MHJ: LISA!? You are just setting yourself up...They haven't changed...People don't change. Sure, they'll make a big display of ... whatever. But...what did you used to call them? Father-of-the-Year will get drunk and then The Whore will need to find a crack house and....what?
FW: I don't know...maybe they have?
MHJ: I can't believe you're that naive. The only way I'd go would be to watch the trainwreck.
FW: ...
MHJ: I can't believe you're buying this.
FW: Well...I mean, I've talked to them...a couple of times...maybe they HAVE changed?
MHJ: You really do have this fantasy of us being one big happy family, don't you...well, it's not going to happen. People don't change. Sean Quinn doesn't change. Rose Quinn doesn't change. Your stupid husband hasn't changed...
FW: Yes, he has--
MHJ: No, he hasn't, Fire, and one day you'll see that, and I'm going to laugh and say I told you so.
FW: You say I've changed all the time.
MHJ: You're still you...somewhere....you're just being deluded by Alex and Davin, just like you were by--
Fire stands angrily.
FW: Yeah? Well, you know what...YOU have changed.
MHJ: I have not.
FW: You have. You declared a truce with......
MHJ: Can't even say his name.
FW: Point is, the Moosehead Jack of old would never ... EVER...declare a truce with ANYONE. But you did. Softening in your old age?
MHJ: Hardly.
FW: Uh huh. Hold on tight to that belt, bro. You keep making truces with people, someone will take it from you while you're in line at the MCL.
MHJ: Like who? You?
Fire smirks and walks away.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:44:33 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison is walking down The Hallway (tm) and stops in front of the Darling Suites. He knocks and Alex answers the door. ~~~
Alex: Go away.
Chad: Listen, I just wanted to
Alex: I know what you want. She's not here. Off having coffee with her so called brother.
Chad: If you'd quit interrupting me. I want to talk to you.
Alex: There's nothing I want to talk to you about
Chad: Then stand there and listen. Lisa is teaming with us this week. I thought I'd tell you man to man, there's nothing going on between us.
Alex: As if sh...
Chad: Look, you don't like me. that's been obvious since our Run DEA days. It's obvious you have a jealous streak and don't like the fact she talks with me. As much fun as it is to poke fun at that fact, I'm telling you MAN TO MAN that we're are just friends. If you can't handle that, then suck it up and deal with it, Comprende?
~~~ Chad doesn't wait for a response and is heading for Ric's. He enters and see's Davin sitting at his usual table surrounded by his Angels. ~~~
Davin: Former Comrade
Chad: Shut up. I don't know where you got it in your head that we weren't allowed to be friends with and team with anyone else but you. Run DLP will always be the best DAMN Trios team ever to grace an OOWF ring. The three of us can go out there and win ANOTHER Trios Championship pretty much at will. Zane and I will ALWAYS have your back when push comes to shove. You know that. What we're doing here is trying to help a friend realize one of her dreams. You yourself have reached out to her before. There's no Yoko here. Run DLP lives. So if you win Crow all you want. Won't bother me at all. But if you lose, Have the stones to say you were wrong.
~~~ Chad turns and leaves Davin with a smirk on his face ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:45:32 GMT -5
*OOWF Training Center*
Alexis Darling is working out with Honcho Williams; basically just going through the motions when Davin Moreland strolls in.
Davin: Hey...whatcha doing?
Alexis: *catching her breath*Training.
Davin: Training with who?
Alexis: Our partner. Duh.
Davin: That's not Homestar.
Alexis: Right, it's Honcho. I thought we had gotten through this yesterday.
Davin: I was just patronizing you then. Where's Homestar?
Alexis: HE DOESN'T EXIST.
Davin: Then why would Selena make him our partner. You're speaking nonsense Lexie. Been a while since Alex...
Alexis: Shut up. Do you want to get in here and do a little training. It's been a while since you threw a matc...I mean wrestled a match with me.
Davin: I thought you were past that.
Alexis: Slip of the tongue.
Davin: I bet Alex is miss...
Alexis: Shut the fuck up Davin. You're not as funny as you think you are. Get in the ring and work with Honcho while I see if our Nothing Happened outfits have been delivered.
Davin: No idea why you want me to work with this local talent when Homestar gets off with doing no training.
Alexis just throws up her hands in frustration as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:45:56 GMT -5
*fade back in*
DM: Hey.
LD: WHAT?!?!?
DM: You know I'm just fucking with you, right?
LD: *bewildered* What?
HW: Yeah. Davin and I have been working out together for weeks now. Let's say that's true, because I have nothing better to do.
LD: Why would you-
DM: Cause you work better mad.
LD: ...
DM: Well, you do.
LD: So all this time...
DM: Yeah. Honcho. His name is fucking HONCHO. You think I'd forget that.
LD: I absolutely and totally fucking hate you, you realize that?
DM: Oh, you do not. Now Honcho, the most important thing to remember in working with us, is that she's the boss. We run strategy through her, you'll take your cues in the match from her.
HW: Um, ok...
DM: What?
HW: I mean, no disrespect Alexis, but seriously? You're Davin Moreland.
DM: Yes I am. I'm also a shitty tag partner. Right Lexie?
LD: He isn't very good at tag wrestling. No.
HW: But you've got like a million titles.
DM: Only one champ in this room right now, and it's Alexis Darling.
LD: Are you doing the "I forgot I was the tag champ" thing again? That was so fun the last time.
DM: Let's say, for the sake of argument, we were stripped of the IWA-MS Tag Team titles because we didn't defend them, because Davin said "Fuck IWA-MS".
LD: Works for me.
HW: So now what?
DM: Now we practice. This was just a fun little match before, but, as they say in Texas, Chad Madison done pissed me off but good. He needs a nice big slice of Northeastern Elitist Humble Pie, and we're gonna be the ones to serve it up.
HW: But I'm not from the-
DM: Shush. Davin is talking.
HW: Say what?
LD: Yes. Davin's talking now, about us being rich, smart, and better than them. You shush now.
HW: Yes'm.
LD: I could get used to this boss shit.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:46:23 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams and Stan Fulton in the Hallway of Random Encounters.**
SFJ#47: Gentlemen, neither you nor your opponents this week have had a lot to say about your match- ”
LDW: “Well then, let me tell you what’s going to happen this week. Moosehead Jack, L.D. Williams and Stan Fulton are gonna walk that aisle, we gonna get in that ring, and-”
SF: “If that sentence includes the words ‘get funky like a monkey’, I will kill you.”
**Williams pauses, looks at Stan for a moment, and draws a deep breath.**
SF: “Not kidding.”
LDW: <sighs> “Fine. Look, neither team in this match is entirely on the same page. Difference is, we’re used to it. More than that, we thrive on it.”
SF: “When teamwork goes out the window - and it will, the match comes down to who’s the best individually. Nothing against our opponents, but in that regard? Advantage us.”
SFJ#47: “That’s it?”
LDW: “What else is there? It’s not going to be an easy match by any stretch of the imagination, but when all is said and done, we think we’re the better team. Talk to Alex and the Hawai’ians, I imagine they’ll say the opposite. We’ll find out in a few hours.”
SF: “I can’t believe we’re-”
LDW: “Unh-unh.”
SG: “Excuse me?”
LDW: “There’s no way that line fits there.”
SF: “You’re just pissy that I wouldn’t let you say ‘funky like a monkey’”
LDW: “Pissy? Seriously?”
**They continue down the hall, grumbling at each other, as we - **
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:46:53 GMT -5
Fade-in to the outside of the local IQ athletic complex.
Evans: So where’s Psykle at, anyway?
IQ: Never you mind that. So let me show you around the place.
Evans, Sparxx, Jewel, and IQ enter the complex. All around them is just as IQ had told them: a facility that could be labeled as the Valhalla of Athletes, with free weights, weight machines, spas, massage tables, and hot tubs abound.
E: Now this is what I’m talking about.
IQ: Gentlemen, welcome to one of the many world-renowned IQ Training Facilities. Feel free to make yourselves at home here. As for you, Mr. Sparxx, my assistant will help escort your woman to our relaxing spa. Oh Ms. Goldendollars.
With that, a very attractive woman walks up to the group.
GD: Damn, you got a fine hottie like this working for you?
Jewel shoots Ms. Goldendollars a look that could kill.
Jewel: Don’t even get no ideas about getting with my man, you feel me? And that goes for you as well, baby. You feeling me too?
JP: Every night, babe. You know I’m just messin.
Sparxx looks around.
Damn, must cost a lotta scratch to fund dis crib.
IQ: I’m not one to pinch pennies.
Evans: Just Goldendollars, huh?
The 3 men share a laugh at this as Jewel and Ms. Goldendollars walk off to the spa together.
Chris?
The ninjacam turns to a familiar face: Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson.
E: Shawn? Huh, what are you doing here?
SJ: Trying to get back in Olympic shape. Seeing how Alicia got taken out by those cheating, rice-eating Japs, I’ve gotta be ready.
E: Haven’t changed a bit, I see.
Evans and Sparxx leave Shawn and continue their tour of the facility
JP: Yo Chris, didn’t you used to have a thing for dat shawty?
E: Yeah, but it’s in the past. Besides, I don’t like dealing with racists. I’m a uniter now, not a divider.
JP: Hey, I feel that.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:47:28 GMT -5
<Eco is sitting in the back, at a table in an empty room, lit only by a single bare bulb. He is sitting there staring blankly ahead. Moose is standing behind him>
MHJ.......face it Eco......HE is the cause of all your problems. HE interfered with your plans for Fire. HE is the one that talked the board into appointing Selena GM......taking YOUR spot, and YOUR company. You are the founder of this company, this is YOUR baby, are you going to let HIM walk around like he can do as he pleases?
Just think about it Eco, he has everything you have. Money, talent, charisma. You have all those things, and yet, he is beloved by millions. He is counted among the elite in wrestling, no matter how misguided that may be. You have all that, AND you are the creator of the OOWF, and what do you get? You get spit on by children.
The man weasels his way into everything. He makes himself the center of attention, he makes it all about him. Face it Eco, he not only THINKS he is better than you, he honestly BELIEVES he is better than you.
<the camera focuses on Eco and we see the blank look on his face has turned to a snarl>
They all think they are better than you Eco. Together, we can make them all suffer. We can show them all what you are really about. You tried to save them, and they laughed at you. They deposed you. They mocked you. They exiled you. They must all pay.
You remember what that deranged fuck Vince McMahon once said about the nWo? He said the nWo was a poison, a cancer, and to save the WWE, he had to inject it with that cancer, with that poison. Sometimes to save the thing you love the most, you have to hurt it more than you ever thought you could.
Eco, right now, your baby, your creation, the OOWF, it is suffering. It is infested with a cancer. It is slowly dying. The only thing we can do is cut that cancer from the OOWF, remove it completely, only then, can the OOWF start to heal.
<Moose lays a shiny scalpel on the table before Eco. Eco looks down at the tool and an evil smile slowly spreads across his face>
Eco, that cancer is Alexander Darling, we have to cut him from the OOWF. He doesn't want to face me, but you......he has taken it all from you. You can heal the OOWF.
<Moose steps back into the shadow as Eco picks up the scalpel and looks at it intensely, and we fade to black>
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