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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 19:56:21 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From the Ingamo Hall Friendship Centre in Inuvik, Northwest Territory Canada
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Steel Cage Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Davin Moreland
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
Drink & Destroy vs. Alexander Darling & The Flyin' Hawaiians
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Winner of the Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Tag Team Triple Threat Match - Winners Get a Tag Title Match Tonight[/u]
Stank & LD Williams vs. Eric O'Mac & Attitude Adjuster vs. Chris Evans & Matt Folz
OOWF Onslaught Title Shot Triple Threat Match - Winner Gets an Onslaught Championship Match at the PPV[/u]
JP Sparxx vs. Honcho Williams vs. Alexis Darling
Firewoman & Rabbit Mask vs. Psykle & Ricky Soaring Eagle
Ghosthead vs. Ecosystem
Moosehead Jack vs. "Slick" Rick Yemm
card subject to the terror of the Ice Road
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 19:57:32 GMT -5
*Davin is limping around backstage, holding his ribs*
DM: OW! MotherFUCKER!
*He's still limping around, until he happens upon the locker room of LD Williams. He walks in without knocking, and it's not like LD is in any condition to stop him, as he's taping some stuff up, with bandages on the floor around him. He looks up.*
LDW: Oh, it's you.
DM: *grimacing in pain* Hey, LD.
LDW: Hey yourself. Ribs?
DM: Of course. What else?
LDW: Rib tape?
*LD tosses Davin a roll of Diamond Dallas Page (tm) Rib Tape*
DM: Thanks. *he starts taping himself up*
LDW: ...
DM: ...
LDW: So did you seriously come in here to steal my rib tape?
DM: Oh. Did you need it?
LDW: Well yeah.
DM: Your ribs too?
LDW: No. Pretty much my everything.
*Davin tosses the Rib Tape back*
DM: We're getting too old for this.
LDW: Psh. Speak for yourself.
DM: ...
LDW: ...
DM: ...
LDW: Ok, specifically? I'm getting too old for these douchebags thinking they're doing something. Ok? You get that from me.
DM: I agree.
LDW: ...
DM: ...
LDW: Did we just agree on something?
DM: We did.
LDW: Should that worry me?
DM: Probably. After all, I'm the diagnosed Bipolar one on the roster.
LDW: You used to talk to a pole.
DM: You used to talk to Moose.
LDW: ...
DM: ...
LDW: Ok, point taken.
DM: I'm just thinking-
LDW: Scary-
DM: -Thinking that, you know, maybe it's stupid to try to fight these douchebags one-on-three.
LDW: Ok...
DM: ...
LDW: Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
DM: Narf. POIT! I think so, Brain. But how many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?
LDW: Animaniacs + 70s Tootsie Pop commercial in the same sentence.
DM: You set me up, I knocked it out of the park.
LDW: ...
DM: Well, I did.
LDW: So you are pondering what I'm pondering?
DM: I wouldn't have come here otherwise.
LDW: So it wasn't just for the Rib Tape, then?
DM: No.
LDW: ...
DM: Don't make me say it, you hosehead.
LDW: Them's fighting words, eh?
DM: Nice.
LDW: So...
DM: Hey. Think about it. You and I, we're not getting any younger, right? But I know we've both got plenty of prime years left. And I don't know about you, but I'm not done winning titles. Are you?
LDW: No.
DM: Are you sure?
LDW: Yes. Stop being a hosehead.
DM: Fine. You know where I am.
LDW: I do. Hey, I've got a Fear the Fraud Foundation appearance next week. I know you've been a silent partner and all, but do you think you'd-
DM: Text Sam the details, and I'll try to make it work.
LDW: Ok.
DM: Ok.
LDW: You know, this might piss a lot of people off?
DM: Why? We're just talking here.
LDW: Yeah. Talking.
DM: Yeah.
LDW: ...
DM: "Talking" would totally pass a polygraph.
LDW: I'll give you a polygraph to the head if you don't get out of here.
DM: Ok, fine. And if you need something to help you...uh...recover faster...Text Sam for that too.
LDW: She's a busy girl.
DM: Damn good thing too. Otherwise I'd be fucked.
LDW: Truth. Now if you don't mind, I have to call-
DM: Say hi to your Mom for me.
LDW: -....yeah.
DM: Yeah.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 19:58:06 GMT -5
Cut to Chris Evans, JP Sparxx and Matt Folz walking triumphantly out of the arena, accompanied by Jaime McAllister and Jewel.
MF: Taking my girl out to dinner, you guys want to join?
JP (With Jewel hanging all over him): Nah man, we got plans of our own, yaknowwhatI'msaying? I'll see ya both at the airport tomorrow. Dueces.
MF (Shaking head as they walk off): Chris?
CE: Nah, you two go ahead, I'd just be a third wheel. Besides I've got some tape of Texpress I want to look at.
MF: Give me an hour, I'll watch them with you.
CE: Nah, plenty of time for that. Your first match back, you celebrate. I'll see you in the morning, 8 am workout?
MF: Count on it, Next Tag Team Champions right here.
CE: You're damn right.
Evans fistbumps Folz before walking away.
MF (Smiling at Jaime): Looks like just you and me kiddo.
JM: You know what I really want to do?
MF: What's that?
JM: Well, your first night back. Got me kind of excited watching you again, think we should do it right here.
MF: Really? Here??
JM: Right here, right now.
MF: You want to....
JM: Promo.
MF: Huh? Wha...... oh, uh, yes. Promo, that's... that's exactly what I thought you were talking about. Great idea.
JM (Rolling her eyes): Sure it was. Thought you'd see it my way, ready?
MF: Let's do this.
Jaime smiles as a mic and the official OOWF promo banner appear out of nowhere.
JM: Hello OOWF fans, I'm Jaime McAllister here with Matt Folz, who made a triumphant return to the ring this evening. Matt, what is next for the New Guard and yourself?
MF: Our immeadiate goals are obvious. Chris and I have an opportunity to win the tag titles and we will do so. As far as JP, I know he's motivated to win another shot at Moose and get the rematch he richly deserves.
As far as our long term goals? They're very simple: Beat everyone who's already had their shot and has denied us ours. LD, Stank, Moose, Texpress and anyone else who's in our way is a target. I'm not personally talking about backstage attacks, although I can't speak for Chris and JP, but anyone who's across from any combination of us in the ring is going to lose and be humiliated in the process.
JM: Big words, are you sure you can back them up?
MF: I am. I have my head screwed on right for the first time in months. I'm in the best shape of my life, I'm quicker, I'm stronger, I'm completely ready for anyone the bookers throw at me.
JM: Moving on, Commisioner Firewoman has invited the entire OOWF to her family's restaurant for Thanksgiving, will you be attending?
MF (laughing): I don't think so. Everyone watching this knows my feelings about Darling, Fire and I don't have any love lost between us, Texpress will be bitter about losing their tag titles the night before, I have no interest in spending a dinner with Selena, and her husband once sent me through a flaming table, not a ton of friends there. No, I will be spending Thanksgiving at home in Green Bay with my parents, you, and I also extend invitations to Chris, JP, and Jewel if they wish. If not, no hard feelings.
JM: Anything else you'd care to add?
MF: Nah, think that covers it for now. Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving.
JM (Smiles): And maybe after we can do what you really want to do tonight.
Folz winks to the camera as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 19:58:37 GMT -5
Firewoman is in the Commissioner's office, doing Commissionerly things. She is suddenly interrupted by Comrade Sharkoff barging in her door.
CFW: Can I help you... Oh... it's you. What's wrong with the transport truck this time? I made sure the chains were ordered and the crew installed them properly.
I am not here for talking about setting up rings or carrying boxes. NO MORE! I want to fight! I want to be made real wrestler in OOWF.
CFW: You know, I thought I remember seeing something about you wanting to wrestle before..... but realistically, With all the newcomers we've added recently, Rabbit, Ghosthead, Eagle, putting you on the payroll is going to be kind of tough
That is what you Americans say is CowShit! I am ALREADY on the payrolls. I get paid to be laborer. I get paid to travel with ring crew. Why can I not become wrestler and get my chance to fight?
CFW: You know you don't have to be on the active roster to go after the DDT IronPERSON Title
I have been the Champion of the DDT Ironman numerous times! I was not given my chance! That is not good enough! I want to be in real matches!
CFW: Ok OK. Let me see what I can do.
You do that and you put me in fight with Crusher. I owe him backpay for the mangling of my foot!
CFW: Whoa. Slow down there killer. You don't get to come in and take on the World Champ right away like that! I'll get you on one of the next couple shows. But you won't be getting a title shot anytime soon. You have to work your way up to that level.
Fine. You let me fight in ring, You put me on cards. And I will show you I WILL get my match with Crusher. I will get my revenge!
CFW: In the mean time, you stay on the raod crew. You do well enough, and I'll see about replacing you on the crew and getting you on the roster full time. Consider this a probationary period. You screw up? It'll be back to Russia with you. You attack Fulton? You can kiss your chance good bye.
I will have my match with him. I came here to fight. You will give me fight, or I will take fight to YOU!
Sharkoff storms out
CFW: Did.... did he just threaten me? Seriously, Eagle puts me through my desk, That crazy Russian threatens me, IQ is trying to make Psykle's by beating me. Why does everyone pick on me? That Does NOT Sparkle.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 19:59:07 GMT -5
~~~ Zane Myers walks in to Selena’s office and stands towering over her desk. She looks up sheepishly~~~
GMtSa-T: Ha…Have a seat.
Zane: That won’t be necessary. I just thought you should know I think you are a lying piece of trash. You hide behind “The Board” when reprimanding Chad, saying “The Board” liked the “Respect Thing” between Aina, Kai, Chad and myself, and “The Board” wanted him reprimanded, but then you turn right around and tell Kai & Aina to get “Hardcore” against us and come up with this stupid “Last Match” concept. Because Clearly when a feud is this long running and Still packs arenas and pulls ratings, the best thing to do is END IT.
GMtSa-T: I… I
Zane: Save it. You’ve had it out for Chad and I since you took this job. You put us in separate matches. You continued the grand tradition of Rick, Eco & everyone else putting the screws to us because they don’t think we’ll fight back. You clearly want Kai & Aina to succeed. Just have the balls to come out and say so instead of continuing this charade.
Hear this. If anything funny happens at November Pain, Live on Pay Per View from Upper Frobisher, Nunavut, Canada (Cheap Pop, yes even this soon) Texpress Will Hold you personally responsible.
~~~ Zane Turns and walks out ~~~
GMtSa-T: Wait.. I thought we were going to play charades?
~~~Cut to Zane walking into Firewoman’s office.~~~
Fire: What now…. Hey…Zane.
Zane: I need a favor.
Fire: Name it.
Zane: The “Last Match” between The Hawaii’ans and us, I want..
Fire: Yeah, that’s going to need to go thru Selena.
Zane: I don’t think she’s going to be all that receptive to Chad or I honestly.
Fire: Well, I can pass it along. What are you thinking, Best 2 out of 3 Falls?
Zane: No. I want Lumberjacks. If there’s going to be a problem, I want back up at ringside.
Fire: You know that’ll mean more people to worry about. You sure you want to risk that kind of cluterfu--- err … bomb?
Zane: It’s going to be that way no matter what. I can just feel it coming. Time to be pro-active.
Fire: Alright. I’ll bring it up. Feel like joining me tomorrow morning for a run?
Zane: Sure. Give me a call.
Fire: Bridgette won’t get jealous?
Zane: No, She’ll be fine. I talked to her today, she’s enjoying a break from the travel, but she’ll meet us once we get back to civilization. I need to get going. I half expect a phone call from Poe soon.
Fire: Omar? Good God, what did you do?
Zane: Watch your monitor. You’ll see.
Fire: Will it Sparkle?
~~~Zane shrugs and leaves~~~
~~~ Fade~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 21:42:14 GMT -5
<The Saints of Sinners are walking through the back when they are stopped by a Random Female Journalist>
RFJ: Moose, Eco, it appears that the Saints of Sinners are off to a poor start as a tag team. You have yet to win a tag team match. What do you have to say about this?
MHJ: <looking at her with genuine confusion> What do you mean a poor start?
RFJ: You have yet to win. You can't exactly win the World Tag Team Titles if you can't win a match
MHJ: <looking around incredulous> Do you really think that is what this is about? What WE are about?
RFJ: Isn't it every teams goal to win the world tag team titles?
MHJ: <laughing and pointing to Eco> This man is a Grand Slam champion and the founder of the OOWF. I am a TWO TIME Grand Slam champion, do you know what that means?
RFJ: Well it means that......
MHJ: It means I have held every title in this company TWICE. What exactly is winning all the titles in the company a THIRD time going to do?
RFJ: Bring prestige to your career?
MHJ: <once again looking at her like she sprouted a third head. Moose holds up his Onslaught title> Do you think that is what this is about?
RFJ: Well, I.......
MHJ: The only reason I am holding this is because it makes people mad. You have heard them, Alexander Darling, Matt Folz, Chris Evans, Lobo......me holding this title is an INSULT to them, THAT is why I keep it. Not for prestige not for some ridiculous notion of honor I am holding this for one reason, to piss people off.
RFJ: So then.......the Saints of Sinners goal is NOT to win the World Tag Team Titles?
MHJ: Now is not the time. We could though. We could go to that ring tomorrow and beat Texpress. Chad and Zane don't want to admit it, but they know we can beat them. I have beat them before, they have beaten me before. But that is not the point. The point is, that is not what He wants right now.
RFJ: And he wants......
MHJ: Blood. Its all he talks about. It is why I tell our opponents what is coming. They know what we are going to do, and they still can't stop us. We tell them, we are coming into that ring, and we are going to make you bleed. And we do. They thing because they get a stupid disqualification win that that changes anything? That that somehow concerns Him? Wins are wins, losses are losses, the blood on our hands, the screams echoing in our ears........THAT is what He wants.
RFJ: So, the titles are never going to be a goal?
MHJ: When He wants us to win the titles, we will win them. When He decides that the best way to bring Him more blood is for us to win the titles, to make all the teams in the OOWF come to us, that is when we will win the titles. When He wants us to kill the OOWF so bad, they will all die to death, we will do that too. Don't you understand? He is running things now. He has taken full control. His will be done.
<Moose looks right into the camera>
My Father who ain't in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your time will come,
your will be done,
for all those souls you threaten
for this, I often bled
never forgive my enemies
as my enemies will never forgive me
lead them with title temptation
and deliver them to the Sinners
<Moose closes his eyes and appears to be listening to something. He smirks then opens his eyes>
He approves
<Moose walks away leaving the camera to focus on a stoic, ghost like Eco, he whispers, without his mouth moving>
trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2011 22:08:11 GMT -5
Firewoman comes into the Darling suite, holding a big stack of construction paper and some scissors and pencils and stuff. Alexander is walking around and as he does a he shoves a chair out of his way in anger. He slams the door to their room as he enters, and then when he comes back out he slams it open and it hits the wall. He continues this way as he goes about whatever he is doing, and Fire merely watches him.
AD: What are you looking at?
FW: I'm wondering if you're going to tear the place down or not.
AD: Haven't decided.
FW: *sigh* Okay, what's all this--
AD: Oh you know, that whole losing, not being in the title picture for...well, anything really.
FW: You're in the match for the Trios, remember?
AD: It's not an individual belt though.
FW: No it's not but it's something, at least.
AD: Wait a minute...what's wrong with you?
FW: Me? Nothing...
AD: Yes there is. You lost tonight too....why aren't you mad?
FW: Me?
AD: Yes. The woman for whom trashing locker rooms has become an art form. Psykle, beat you. Clean.
FW: Yeah, he did. Clean. No real cheating or shady moves, IdiotIQ didn't get involved....I'll beat him next week. He has a few tells that I picked up on this time and .... what?
Alexander is looking at her like she's gone crazy, which is kind of ironic when you think about it. He slowly walks around behind her, and as he does, he runs his hand under the hair hanging down over her neck. She appears to kind of enjoy this, as her eyes close half way. He steps behind her and lifts her hair up.
FW: Um...this is awesome and totally sparkling with me, but uh...ninjacams?
AD: What? No...I mean, yes...but right now I'm looking for the port.
FW: The what?
AD: You know...where you were attached in the pod.
FW: Huh?
AD: Clearly you aren't Fire, if you're this calm after losing. You must therefore be a pod person.
Fire pushes his hand away and turns around.
FW: Funny. What, all this time, wanting me to not flip out over every little thing, and now I don't, and I'm a pod person?
AD: No it's just...well, maybe.
FW: I don't have time for this....
AD: What are those?
FW: It's for the invitations...just...never mind.
Fire is now more clearly annoyed and thus more herself, but she stalks off to another room. Alex shrugs, and goes back to slamming things.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 18, 2011 17:36:23 GMT -5
Ricky Soaring Eagle arrives at the arena. He is met once again by the female backstage reporter.
“Ricky.. over here! Hi! So what about that loss to Rabbit Mask?”
“The loss concerns me very little. All I care about is that I was able to make Usagi feel some of my pain. He put up more of a fight than I anticipated. He got to feel more of my pain than I expected. The final decision of the official means little. I walked away nearly happy.
“You did hit a referee with a chair.”
“So I get a slap on the wrist or a reprimand. He needed to be hurt. He was in my way. Rabbit Mask needed to know I will hurt anyone and everyone.
“So you’re not worried about Rabbit Mask seeking revenge this week in your tag team match?
“I worry about no one but Ricky Soaring Eagle. This week I team with Psykle, a man who I am told possesses a similar rage as I do. I am sure he will prove to be an ample assistant in kicking as much ass and causing as much suffering as possible.”
“You also face Firewoman, the person you put through her own desk. No concerns there?”
“Have I NOT made it CRYSTAL CLEAR To YOU! I fear no one in this company. Not ONE person here will cause me to think twice about beating the shit out of them until I am satisfied. Her record here is well documented. And if she wants to get ‘revenge’ she knows what do to.
“So about what you said last week.. about your ancestors…. “
“Do NOT make me relive that. I told you, I told everyone. I have lived a life that has never known happiness. I have only known suffering. Being treated like second-class within a second-class society is only one of the thorns on the cactus. I warn you. Don’t make me speak of that again.
“You’re name has come up a number of times lately. Are you thinking about joining the Saints of Sinners or New Guard?”
“I heard Chris Evans’ speech. And it is true I am wanting opportunities myself. And Moosehead Jack is right, sometimes it is good to have someone to watch your back. I have not become fully engulfed in the atmosphere here. I have no need to choose a side…. Yet. Both groups have their advantages. But both have drawbacks. I would prefer not to limit myself or get involved in battles that do not concern me on a personal level yet. All I want is to be fed opponent after opponent. All I desire right now is the rush that inflicting pain gives me. The feeling of another man’s life in my control. The sensation of hearing bones snap, cartilage rip and muscle tear. I crave that high. If one group or the other gives me more chances for people to feel MY pain, then I will think hard about joining them. Until then I advise you to leave me alone. You are beginning to MAKE…… ME…….. A N G R Y!!!!!!
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 18, 2011 17:37:08 GMT -5
As the various talent, staff, crew, and others of OOWF meander through their day they come to ... Um, I guess they have mailboxes, like every other work place? Where they can get mail and paperwork and such? Sure...mailboxes. Anyway, inside each mailbox is a 5x7 envelope decorated with fall leaves that appear to have been glued on somehow. When opened, there is heavy white paper with what looks like one of those hand-outline turkeys we used to make in elementary school, also glued on it. It's way less awkward than those often looked though, so it could be store bought to look that way? Who knows. Anyway, the calligraphy...yes, calligraphy says this....
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 18, 2011 17:38:05 GMT -5
CUT to a small regional airstrip near Quinhagak, Alaska. OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton is packing his gear in the back of a chartered airplane. The small plane doesn’t look like it will hold the massive girth of your World Champion, but he’s going to give it a go.
For some strange reason, a random SFJ runs onto the tarmac and sticks a microphone into the face of Fulton.
SFJ277: “Mr. Fulton. Can I get a word with you? I’m new to all this and could use a break.”
SF: “Sure. What’s your name?”
SFJ277: “Bernadette.”
SF: “Let me tell ya somethin’, Bernie. It’s a cold, cruel world we live in.”
SFJ277: “What are you talking about?”
SF: “No idea. I just haven’t had a decent promo in a while. And as the World Champ, that’s just not going to be tolerated. So I was trying too hard.”
SFJ277: “Let’s talk about your match with Danny Taylor and Alexander Darling.”
SF: “Sure. Three way match; non-title. Danny pinned Darling. What more did you want to know?”
SFJ277: “Well, your thoughts on the outcome.”
SF: “My thoughts? I don’t have any now. The match is over. I wasn’t pinned and my title is still over my shoulder. My paycheck cleared. It’s all good.”
SFJ277: “You don’t seem upset that you lost.”
SF: “Why should I? My title wasn’t on the line. Let’s be honest. I used this match as more of a training exercise. Now I have film to watch and with which I can plan. And to be honest, I was kind of looking ahead to this coming week.”
SFJ277: “Speaking of which. Davin Moreland versus Stan Fulton for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship inside a steel cage.”
SF: “Sort of like printing money, isn’t it? The OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and leader of the next generation of wrestlers against the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time and OOWF Grand Slam & Six Pack Champion, Davin Moreland. Match of the year.”
SFJ277: “Any chance you lose your title?”
SF: “None. Now that might sound like bravado and what a champion is expected to say. And on any given night, Davin has the skills and moxie to beat anyone. But I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I’ve defeated Davin already. I’m relatively uninjured. Not to mention more than a few years younger than Mr. Moreland.”
SFJ277: “You sound like you’re looking beyond Davin too.”
SF: “On the contrary. Davin has said that he would have beat me without the interference of Eric O’Mac and AA. Could be. Could be. But he didn’t. He lost. But with that interference, some might say I dodged a bullet.
“So I aim to show the world that I am the very best in this business. There will be no excuses, no asterisk on this victory. I will go into November Pain as OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and face Dynamite Danny Taylor and defeat him as well.”
SFJ277: “Well thank you for your time Mr. Fulton. I appreciate the opportunity.”
SF: “You’re welcome.”
At this time the plane’s pilot comes over to the pair.
PP: “I’m sorry Mr. Fulton, but the weather coming in is too rough for us to take off. We’ll have to wait another day. You can stay in the hanger tonight. There’s a space heater and some beef jerky.”
SF: “I can't believe we're working in this shithole.”
SFJ277: “You can say that again.”
SF: “I can't believe we're working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2011 2:09:24 GMT -5
We come up and see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro walking down the hall of world champion photo posters. They both appear to be in a good mood, and we join mid conversation.
DVD: I'm just saying, I'm kinda surprised to get an invite, me and her aren't exactly BFF's you know.
Danny throws Vic a quick look and raises an eyebrow.
DVD: yeah yeah, I know, a lot has changed in the past year, just kinda surprised is all. I take it we are going?
Danny nods in agreement, and then makes the motion of downing a drink.
DVD: You already promised to bring booze? Beer or Wine?
Danny simply nods yes.
DVD: Well, that will make things fun.
They continue to walk forward, when Danny suddenly stops looking up at the picture of current OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. Vic notices and stops walking as well.
DVD: Getting nervous?
Danny nods in agreement.
DVD: Don't, you have the skill, you have the drive, and most importantly, you have the support of your friends. We believe in you, now you have to believe in you.
Danny smiles at this. He then points at the picture, and moves his hand far out, he then brings it close, and holds up three fingers.
DVD: That is true, you can't really look ahead when we have a trios title match this week. We have faced the Hawaiians plenty of times, and lately it seems like you and Darling have been trading wins, so who knows how it will go.
Danny shrugs.
DVD: Well, Lobo has had his issues with Ghosthead, and OBJ has both Moose in his ear and the New Guard at his back, some would say this is leaving us distracted, but I'm curious what you think Danny.
Danny points to himself, and then taps on his eyes, before making the motion of the belt around his waist.
DVD: Focused on retaining the trios titles, I bet Lobo and Jack would say the same. We aren't underestimating our opponents, yet they have been silent time and again. Let's hope they are not underestimating us.
With that both Vic and Danny turn towards the Inc, looking it directly in the lens.
DVD: That would be a mistake.
Danny mouths the word boom, and both men smile before walking off.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2011 2:09:52 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is on his way to Firewoman's office to discuss a locker room and their upcoming match. He gets to the door and knocks, but gets no response. He knocks again, and again gets no response. He turns to walk away, but then notices the doorknob beginning to turn. He waits for Firewoman to open the door and greet him, but instead...
RSE: I'm not through with you!
Ricky Soaring Eagle opens the door and pounces on Rabbit Mask, taking him to the floor. Rabbit struggles to get loose, but Ricky is too strong. After wailing away at Rabbit's head, he turns to choking. Rabbit fights to breathe as Ricky squeezes away. As Rabbit's consciousness fades, he sees a figure appear behind Ricky.
An oriental woman, also dressed as a rabbit, grabs Ricky from behind and jumps on his back. She puts him in a tight sleeper hold and he fights to throw her off, but she hangs on and Ricky eventually passes out. He falls forward then bounces, his head ricocheting off the concrete. Usagi awakes and sees the woman, his eyes light up and he embraces her. But he quickly motions her aside and pulls an unconscious Eagle to his knees, just enough to hit the Rabbit Driver. Ricky lands in brutal fashion, and Rabbit follows with a cover.
ONE, TWO, THREE! NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION... RABBIT MASK!
With Ricky out cold, Usagi peaks into Firewoman's office and grabs the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship he left laying on the floor inside. He puts the belt over his shoulder and takes rabbit girl by the hand.
RM: I may be a man of respect, but I am also a man of payback. Consider us even, Ricky Soaring Eagle. Let us continue this war at Mayhem.
They walk away as we fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2011 2:54:12 GMT -5
~~~ A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist walks in the Texpress Dressing Room. She finds Zane leaning back in his chair, pointing a remote control at a Big Screen TV, while Chad is seated on the floor, taking notes ~~~
RNSFJ: Am I interrupting?
Zane: Would it matter?
Chad: Naaah, come on in pretty lady.
~~~ Chad pops up and steers her towards the couch, then sits beside her ~~~
Chad: What can I do for you?
RNSFJ: Well, I just had some questions about your match this week
Chad: Of course, of course. Well, we have the disadvantage of not really knowing who we face this week. There are three different teams we might face
Zane: Two.
Chad: Actually, Three. It's a Triple Threat Match
Zane: Actually, Two.
RNSFJ: I'm confused.
Zane: I'm not surprised. Yes, there is a Triple Threat match this week. And Yes, the winning team does face The OOWF World Tag Team Champions, The Texpress, later that night. But there are only 2 possible teams we will be facing.
Chad: Oh yeah, Because Evans and Folz are so smug and full of themselves that there's no way they can work together and win?
Zane: No
Chad: Ummm.... Is it because Attitude Adjuster has that legal issue in Canada and won't be able to make the match so Eric will have to find a substitute partner?
Zane: No.
RNSFJ: I'm still confused.
Chad: (scratching his head) I kind of am too.
RNSFJ: .....
Chad: .....
Zane: .....
RNSFJ: .....
Chad: .....
Zane: .....
RNSFJ: .....
Chad: .....
Zane: .....It's Simple. Stank. Championship Opportunity. Not Allowed.
Chad: OOooooooooooo.
RNSFJ:I'm STILL confused.
Chad: I'll explain it to you later. In detail. In Person. Over Dinner, say... 8 o'clock?
RNSFJ: Oooh Yes!!
~~~ She gets up excitedly and runs out of the room ~~~
Zane: Finally.
Chad: So, why are we breaking down tape on all 3 teams if LD and Stank aren't a possibility?
Zane: Because I don't trust Selena to follow the rules the way that she should. He should have missed the Main Event of Hell On Earth. They Orton'ed his suspension there. Who's to say she won't "forget" and let him in the match? Plus, we're in Canada, and there's no way that LD gets denied the match if they win. Frankly, without teaming together often, if ever, They've got to be the favorites to win. We need to be ready.
Chad: That's why you're the best.
Zane: No, That's why We are the best.
Chad: So let's get this done... I have a date tonight.
Zane: Yeah. I saw. Don't stay out too late, Lisa won't like it if you stand her up in the morning.
Chad: I'm all over it.
Zane: I don't want to know....
~~~ Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2011 0:03:23 GMT -5
We see Ricky Soaring Eagle standing on the roof of the arena.
“Respect. Payback. Little man, I have no use for either concept.
Respect means I accept you as my equal. You certainly are not. You might be a fellow wrestler, but you are NOTHING like me.
Payback means I care anything about attacking you or that belt. I don’t. I said as much the moment I won the damn thing. It was never about that title. I took it to prove a point, to make sure I got my match that week. I did. I’ve been expecting to lose it ever since.
I warned you early on. I will warn you again DO NOT MAKE ME ANGRY! I will warn your little valet as well. I have no qualms extracting pain from a woman, as our commissioner will find out soon enough.
As for a war? Wars are fought over land, property. There is nothing you have that I want. Not even that belt. You are just one more body in front of me I get to mangle.
You people still don’t get it apparently. I care about NO ONE, not even my partner this week. If things were different and we were fighting instead of teaming, my goal would be the same; to rip his head off. I will promise him loyalty from bell to bell. Beyond that, he should do like everyone else and stay out of my way, or risk me beating the fuck out of him too. To do otherwise will MAKE ME….. A N G R Y!”
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2011 0:04:17 GMT -5
**Stank and L.D. Williams are sitting in a booth at Roma’s Pretty Wonderful Wraps, attempting to drink what passes for coffee as we join them mid-conversation.**
LDW: “So, technically, we can’t win.”
S: “We can win, but we can’t take the title shot.”
LDW: “So you have problems with Eric & AA, I have problems with Evans & Folz, and we have to face all of the above in a match we have no reason to worry about getting disqualified...”
S: “That’s about the size of it.”
LDW: "-"
S: "-"
LDW: <chuckling>“My kind of night.”
**Stank smiles until he takes a swallow of his ‘coffee’. He holds the cup away from himself and glares at it.**
S: “How big a donation did they make anyway?”
**Williams sips his own ‘coffee’ and grimaces.**
LDW: “Not nearly enough… But speaking of the foundation, I got you this. I was hoping you’d wear it to the ring Wednesday”
**Williams hands Stank a package wrapped in brown paper. Stank opens it and holds up a black hockey jersey. The front has a small Fear the Fraud Foundation logo. The back has Stank’s name and the number 708.**
S: “Nice.”
LDW: “Glad you like it. I thought about adding the Five logo, but…”
S: “Yeah, I know…I'll wear it - happily, but-"
LDW: “What?”
S: “Why 708? I mean I - oh you didn’t-”
**Williams appears to be trying not to smile as Stank grabs his cell phone and looks up oowfwrestling.com. After a moment he tosses the phone aside and grabs the other package beside Williams, unwrapping a similar jersey that says ‘Williams 951’.**
S: “Asshole.”
**Fade as we hear Williams laughing.**
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2011 17:36:05 GMT -5
This happens BEFORE Ricky Soaring Eagle finds himself on the roof of the arena.
Firewoman and Alexis Darling are WALKING~! down the hall towards Firewoman's office. Alexis is looking through Firewoman's proposal.
LD: But what I'm saying is that now if we're actually employees of OOWF Inc, then we can't head off to Shimmer or IWA and--
FW: No, Lexie, if you go to page...um....it's like around page 67 or so. It'd be no different than if we had real jobs.
LD: This isn't a real job?
FW: No, like....so say I'm a college professor.
LD: Um, okay.
FW: I can work full time at that, but then I can also have a part time job on the side, say, as a 911 dispatcher....
LD: .......those are some fairly random examples....
FW: Not as random as you'd think....as long as the part time gig doesn't interfere with the full time one, it's all good. I can even teach kenpo and do psychic readings for extra spending money if I want.
LD: Uh huh....I see....so as long as schedules don't conflict, it's all good?
FW: Sure. Just like now, really. The only thing that might be a problem is if you got hurt at Shimmer, then I don't think our insurance would pay out on that, but we do have the guys in the gray suits trying to figure out how to make sure it's fair for everyone.
They stop at the door to the anteroom of the administrative offices while Fire gets her keys.
LD: Wow...that was easy.
FW: Huh?
Lexie steps up to her and twirls a few strands of Fire's hair around her fingers.
LD: I thought I'd have to use my wiles to convince you.
Fire smiles as the lock clicks open.
FW: Oh, well, in that case. No absolutely not...there's nothing you can ever EVER do to convince me. No matter how ... hard you try.
As they walk in, they are interrupted by the sight of Ricky Soaring Eagle laying there, unconscious, no belt in sight. Fire scowls.
FW: You know, Lexie...there are only a few simple rules to getting along around here.
LD: Yeah, they're streaming across our oowfwrestling.com web page....no death, no rape, no no-selling, no fire--
FW: That last one is just a guideline.
LD: Uh huh.
FW: And I meant for getting along with ME.
LD: A few? Alex and I are on volume three...
FW: First, don't use my name. Second.....
Fire and Lexie pick up Ricky Soaring Eagle by each arm so he's standing, still out of it. Fire turns around to face him, grabbing him by the face.
FW: STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!
LD: I think he can't hear you.
FW: He can hear me....
LD: Okay, well...If the look you have now is any indication, I think I should suggest we NOT do what you're thinking about....save it for the ring.
FW: .....
LD: .....
FW: .....
LD: Fire.....
FW: Fine....JUSTIN?
*Justin Sane comes in from wherever it is he hangs out. Firewoman reaches in her pocket and pulls out $5 and hands it to Justin, and then shoves Soaring Eagle toward him.
FW: Here...take this....and this.....and get him out of here....
JS: Sure thing!
Justin drags him off somewhere. Firewoman and Alexis continue toward her office, and go in. Fire is still very annoyed. Lexie goes over to her pretty shiny desk and runs her hands slowly over the smooth top.
LD: Nice desk.....
FW: Yeah...you know...I should go see if Justin needs help.
LD: You just want to go put him through a wall or something.
FW: Yes, I do.
LD: I believe we had something else on the agenda.
FW: Huh?
Lexie leans back against the desk with a smile.
FW: Oh...right....
Firewoman closes the door on the INC, and then we hear the lock click.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2011 17:37:40 GMT -5
*Roma's Wraps*
LD and Stank are still "enjoying" their coffees when 2 more cups are placed in front of them. They both look up and see Alex standing there and quickly get defensive.
Alexander: Stop. I'm not here for that.
Stank: ...
LD: You're not stupid enough to come at both of us at once and I don't see anyone with you, so this must be something else.
Alexander: It is. Also, it's real coffee in Roma cups so enjoy it.
LD and Stank look at each cautiously and LD is the first to bring the coffee to his mouth and he nods at Stank that it's actually very good.
Stank: Make it quick...
Alexander: Look, I get it. Both of you don't like me for whatever reason and we don't need to get into it. It is what it is and maybe it won't be one day or maybe it always will be, but that doesn't really matter to me.
Stank: Bullshit. You care too much...
LD: Lucas, let him say his peace and then he'll be gone.
Alexander: Thanks. I'm not here about me anyway. I know you both got the invitations and for her own reasons, Fire believes you two are her friends. Good friends are hard to come by in this business and she won't say it, but it hurts her that Davin found a way out of it.
LD: What's this have to do with us?
Alexander: She wants you to come to Thanksgiving with our family. So, I wanted to come to the both of you and extend the invitation personally because Fire is too afraid to ask personally herself. We don't like each other, but Fire does like you both and I really like her so I want to make sure you both knew I wanted you there as well.
Stank: This wouldn't change anything between us if we went.
Alexander: Never expected it would. This isn't about me and you Stank. It's about Fire. Anyway, I've said what I needed to. Enjoy the coffee. Hopefully, I'll see you guys Thursday. If not, enjoy the holiday.
Alex gets up and leaves as Stank and LD look at each other and we....
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 21, 2011 1:16:17 GMT -5
We come across Ricky Soaring Eagle walking down the steps from the roof. He steps out of the stairwell, and walks towards Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, when suddenly a voice calls out from behind him.
VFB: Strong words up there.
Ricky turns around and sees IQ standing against a wall, being very nonchalant.
RSE: I meant every last one of them.
IQ: I'm sure you did, and I want you to know that we feel the same way. Psykle and I will guarantee loyalty from bell to bell. The only other thing we'll guarantee is just like you said, if circumstances were different, and you two were on opposite sides of the ring, he'd try to rip your head off too.
RSE: Good to see we understand each other.
IQ: Oh, we do, we do. There's just one thing though, if you're going to team up, there's no reason that the loyalty can't start a bit before the bell. Why not come with me to the training trailer. You and Psykle can get some training in together before the match.
RSE: I need no training or help from you.
IQ: Hey, hey, this isn't me offering you something for nothing, here. No. You and Psykle both want to dish out some pain and punishment. I just want you two to be best equipped to do so. The best way for that to happen is to train a bit together, and learn a bit more about each other's strengths so that you can play off them.
RSE: Hmmm.
IQ: Look, we've got a few days before Mayhem. If you want to train, you know where the trailers are. If not, take care, and we'll see you on Wednesday. OK?
RSE: I will think about your offer.
IQ: That's all a man can ask.
Ricky Soaring Eagle walks off as the camera follows IQ through the hallways. He heads outside to the trailers, and goes into the first trailer, where we find Psykle relaxing and playing OOWF'12 on the PS3 hooked up to the wall screen.
IQ: I miss anything while I was out?
Psykle: No, just relaxing giving the guys in the training facility some time to relax and recover. Where have you been?
IQ: No where special. Just had a brief run in with your tag team partner, suggested that he come by and train with you before the match this week.
Psykle: Uh huh, what did he say?
IQ: Said he'd think about it.
Psykle: OK. Oh, hey! Meant to ask you, I got this in the mail, any idea what it means?
Psykle gets up and hands IQ one of Fire's invitations to the Thanksgiving Party.
IQ: Oh isn't that cute? Little Lisa is trying to be domestic.
Psykle: Why would she send me one though? We hate each other.
IQ: She sent me one too. It's a ploy, she knows we'd never accept the invitation, but she sends it anyway so she can look like she's trying to be the good one and send out an olive branch to you. She's just trying to get in your head. Just ignore it.
IQ goes to toss it in the trash, but Psykle grabs it before it gets in the can.
Psykle: I think I might have a better idea, boss...
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:22:21 GMT -5
<the Saints of Sinners are walking down the hall, Moose is having a conversation with........someone.......while Eco remains quiet and stoic behind him. SFJ13 stops them and puts a mic in Moose's face>
SFJ13: I have questions, you have answers
MHJ: He will allow it
SFJ13: Ok, let's start with your sister, she invited everyone on the roster to Thanksgiving dinner, except you and Eco. What are your comments on that?
MHJ: My who?
SFJ13: Your sister
MHJ: <thinking> hmm, nope, I don't have a sister
SFJ13: Are you really doing this? Lisa Quinn, married to Alexander Darling
MHJ: Doesn't ring a bell
SFJ13: We will stand here until you answer me
MHJ: Fine. The newest female Darling wants to have a Thanksgiving dinner? I don't care. The fact remains, I know where it is, and if Eco and I want to go, there is not a fucking thing she, or anyone else, can do about it
SFJ13: You know Alex will be there
MHJ: Good, then the turkey won't be the only thing I carve
SFJ13: So, you are going?
MHJ: I will do what He wants. He likes bloodshed, that seems like as good a time as any. But I don't know yet.
SFJ13: On to other things, JP Sparxx, Honcho Williams and Alexis Darling have a three way match for a shot at your Onslaught title, what are your thoughts on that?
MHJ: <thinking> One has become mute, one thinks he deserves my title, and one is a Darling. One will die, two will lose, all three will bleed.
SFJ13: That doesn't even.......ok fine, last thing, have you seen this promo?
SFJ13: What do you have to say about that?
<Moose just grins, then laughs maniacally and walks off>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:22:54 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting in the vicinity of Roma's and Ric's sandwich shops, drinking coffee, with all sorts of lists and things in front of her, and talking on the phone.
FW: No, I don't know how many...because we're wrestlers, Ma, we don't know what we're doing from one day to the next, much less in three days.............yeah, the crew........confirmation from them................right, and then some of the SFJs, I think Chad is taking care of arranging their transportation.......................................no, don't worry about the pies, Danny is bringing them............yeah, I'll talk to Vic about the alcohol..................Ma....Ma..............ROSE! Calm down, it'll be fine......I will fly out after my match Wednesday, with Lucky, and then Alex will meet me Thurs.......well, of COURSE he's coming, he's my husband...................................no, he's not....because I didn't invite him, that's why...............................................................maybe some day, Ma, but not right now.............okay, I'll see you late Wednesday.
Firewoman hangs up and realizes there's a shadow that has fallen over the table. She looks up and sees it's Genius IQ.
GIQ: I'm amazed at your growth.....not Rose, and not even your favorite term, "The Whore," but "Ma."
FW: I'm trying.
GIQ: Well, you're at least making it look that way. A last week she was "The Whore" so what changed.
FW: *shrugs* It slips out when I'm angry.
GIQ: I see........
FW: You should know all about that, given your protege there.
GIQ: Yes, I do....what I do know is that I don't believe that you have changed at all. All the pharmaceuticals, all the cognitive therapy, and all the talks on couches in the world aren't going to make a leopard change its spots. Yet you continue to play this game, this charade that you're such the changed woman....a family woman......poor Firewoman who thought she was going to be a mother, and got everyone to fall for that. That was just the test, right? To see who was convinced and who wasn't?
FW: Go away.
GIQ: I will....*he sits down*....when I've said my piece. You see, I know you haven't changed. I know you have had your sneaky underworld buddies in Japan turning over stones and looking into shadows to find something on me, or on Psykle.
FW: *smirking* No, not him. Just you.
GIQ: Not denying it?
FW: Why would I? That would ruin this story you're getting ready to tell....Please, continue.
GIQ: You're not going to find anything. You're just wasting their time, and making yourself look stupid in the process. And I doubt anyone wants to make themselves look stupid or drain the resources of those people, so I trust you'll get bored with this soon enough and....what?
FW: Interesting......
GIQ: What is?
FW: Your concern for my "boredom." And you're over playing your hand a bit.
GIQ: Excuse me.
Firewoman leans across the table and gets right in his face.
FW: If there's nothing to find, why do you care so much if I look?
She sits back down, smiling, as Genius IQ thinks of something to say.
FW: Let me look stupid, right? Let me piss off the Yakuza. Doesn't that just solve all your problems? No, I think it's because there IS something to find and it's buried pretty deep....but maybe I'm getting close. I mean, maybe....just MAYBE, this file right here has the answer to getting rid of you.
She holds the file folder up and smirks. Genius IQ looks at it, and then laughs.
GIQ: Please....if you had something you'd have used it by now....
FW: Would I? Or would I wait until JUST the right moment......
GIQ: I still say you got nothing.
FW: Hm...Well, so far, I know you haven't always been a manager......
GIQ: Who has?
FW: And I know you weren't always a successful business man.....no, you were in "the business" before, right?
IQ attempts to hide his surprise at this, but Fire notices.
FW: Pretty successful, too.....then....nothing. What happened? It's got me pretty curious, I gotta admit.
IQ smirks.
GIQ: You know....curiosity killed the cat, Lisa....
Firewoman's smirk turns into a frown.
FW: Are you threatening me?
GIQ: *mockingly* Why NO, Fire.....I read up on your various "conditions," and I know better than to poke at someone as unstable as you are.
FW: Do you really think you scare me? You think you intimidate me? You think I give a FUCK what you think? Curiosity killed the cat? Dude, you know the history......the one you're keeping from Psykle. I have been there, and done that. I was finally DONE with all this crap, all this rage, all this pain, all of it was GONE, and then the maniac who talked me into letting it all go brought me the fuck back. And you're right....All the pharmaceuticals, all the cognitive therapy, and all the talks on couches in the world are NOT going to convince me that this is better and that I should be here and not there....so threaten to end me? Good...do it....I WELCOME it......but don't be surprised if I take you with me.
GIQ: So.....you're a sociopathic PTSD and dissociative disorder patient with a death wish. At least we know where we stand.
FW: *smiling* I think we're pretty clear on that, yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Thanksgiving dinner to continue to plan. *Firewoman stands.*
GIQ: Should I assume we're still invited?
FW: Of course. I know you would likely not starve, but no need to be alone on the holidays. Dinner is at four, and don't be late. Sean used to beat us if we were late by a second.
Firewoman walks past GenIQ and heads toward the exit. Without turning around....
GIQ: See you in the ring, then, Lisa.
Suddenly, he sees stars. Apparently, Fire was moving a chair out of her way and when he said that, as she picked it up and nailed him across the back of the head with it. She throws the chair to the side and walks over to IQ, who is laying face to down on the table. She grabs his hair and pulls his head up so she can look in his somewhat glazed eyes.
FW: I said....DON'T CALL ME THAT.
She shoves his head down onto the table and the goes back to walking out of the food court.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:23:19 GMT -5
**Alexander Darling is gearing up for some in-ring training when L.D.Williams walks into his locker room.**
AD: “L.D.”
LDW: “Couple things. First, I don’t dislike you. You annoy me. Not to make you feel less special, but everyone annoys me, you no more than most.”
AD: “Fair enough.”
LDW: “Second, your wife doesn’t think I’m her friend. She knows she’s family to me. I’ll be at dinner, and Ma is flying in as well. Which leads to the third and most important thing.”
AD: “Which is?”
LDW: “Is there going to be…entertainment?”
AD: “Aside from the obvious train wreck of having most of the roster, Fire, and her parents in the same room?”
LDW: “Yeah, besides that.”
AD: “I’ve no idea.”
LDW: “I just have this sneaking suspicion that there might be karaoke.”
AD: “I really hope not, buy why do you care?”
LDW: “Ma and Karaoke don’t mix.”
DA: “She doesn’t like it?”
LDW: “Just the opposite. You haven’t lived until you’ve heard her sing ‘Cherry Cherry’, but when she sings ‘Lady Marmalade' you’ll just wish you hadn’t lived.”
**Alex cringes as we fade.**
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:23:41 GMT -5
Psykle is walking around backstage, when he comes across Paul Roma cleaning up a mess outside of Roma’s Wraps.
Psykle: Hey Paul, you got any turkey wraps?
Roma: What do you think I’ve got? I’ve got it all, but right now I gotta clean this mess up that Fire and your boss made.
Psykle: Fire and my boss?
Roma: Yea, Fire was sitting eating quietly, your boss sits down, I go to the back to make some more wraps, next thing I hear is a large crash. I come out here, your boss is face down and Fire’s gone.
Psykle: Wait, something happened to IQ? Where is he?
Roma: Some guys showed up and helped him out to your trailers.
Psykle: Shit!
Psykle bolts out towards the trailers.
Roma (calling after him): Hey! You still want that turkey wrap?
We fade out and fade back in to the medical trailer outside. IQ is in a hospital bed, completely in traction, bandaged up, with a breathing tube down his throat. He is alert but unable to speak due to the tube. Miss Goldendollar is sitting at his bedside holding his hand and seems to have been crying. Doctors and nurses are milling about checking machines, IV drips, etc. Psykle comes in and sees the scene.
Psykle: Oh my god! IQ! What happened?
MG$: That evil, evil….witch! IQ was eating a wrap at Roma’s, and she…she did THIS to him!
Psykle: What the hell?!? How? What happened?
Miss Goldendollar looks to IQ, IQ looks at her, then looks at the TV and nods his head. Miss Goldendollar picks up the remote and hits a button. The TV comes on and shows Fire sitting at a table at Roma’s. IQ walks in frame and has a seat.
Psykle: Turn up the sound. I want to hear what she says.
MG$: I’m sorry, there’s no audio feed on the video unfortunately.
IQ and Fire can be seen talking, it continues for a bit and Fire gets up to leave, the camera quickly cuts to another angle, and we see Fire slam IQ in the back of the head with the chair. Another quick camera cut, and we are behind Fire, seeing her raining down punches on someone, but we only have her top half in frame and can’t see her pummeling IQ…or at least that’s what “someone” wants Psykle to believe is happening. As the video continues, there are more camera cuts, we see the face of IQ writhing in pain as someone off camera does something painful to him, we see Fire throwing random objects apparently on top of IQ, and finally, we see IQ, his face bloody, pulled up by Fire. She says something to him, and then slams his face back into the table, though no blood seems to get on the table cloth. Psykle seems to be seething with rage as he turns back to IQ.
MG$: I told him not to go alone.
Psykle: IQ, I’m sorry I wasn’t with you. I promise you though, the bitch will pay.
IQ nods his head and begins to drift off. He looks at Miss Goldendollar and jerks his head towards Psykle, apparently asking her to take him out of the room.
MG$: Come on Psykle, we have to let the doctors work. IQ will be fine. You know the doctors are the best in the world and the medical technology we have is beyond all other locations.
Psykle and Miss Goldendollar leave, and the INC follows them.
Psykle: I can’t believe I let this happen.
MG$: There’s nothing you could do. Listen, the doctors will use the same tech we’ve been using with your injuries. You know how fast those heal. He’ll be fine by tomorrow. Most of what you see in there is just precautionary anyway.
Psykle: Are you sure, that attack was a horrible. I can’t believe Fire would go that crazy.
MG$: Listen, trust me, he’ll be fine. You, go train.
Psykle: I’m going to need to go for a run. I need to release some of this rage before I start training or we’ll have a few less guys for me to train with.
MG$: OK. Oh! One more thing, IQ told me to tell you, if you need anything while he’s getting healed, just call Johnny Ina…
Psykle: SSHH!! INC’s are everywhere.
MG$: Oh! Right. Well, yea, just call him if you need anything.
Psykle: OK.
Psykle leaves the trailer and heads off to run off some of his rage. Miss Goldendollar waits to make sure he is gone, then heads back into the medical room. IQ is sitting up in the bed, with the medical equipment being removed by the doctors.
IQ: Did he believe you?
MG$: Why wouldn’t he have? Just make sure you “take some time” to heal. I told him you should be fine by tomorrow. If he comes back to check on you before then, we’ll just tell him that the doctors have sedated you for the healing process, and that you aren’t to be disturbed. I’ll also ensure that no one else comes in here.
IQ: What would I ever do without you Miss Goldendollar?
MG$: You better pray you never have to find out.
Miss Goldendollar gives a wry smile to IQ, before walking over to him and giving him a passionate kiss as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:24:21 GMT -5
Aina is WALKING~ with purpose towards the Texpress locker room. He bangs on the door. Zane Meyers opens the door.
ZM: What?
Aina: You got a problem with us, brah, you come to us like a man.
ZM: What are you babbling about?
Aina: What's wrong, brah? You got your panties in a twist because we got a little rough with you? You're supposed to be the measuring sticks brah.
ZM: We are the meas...
Aina: And the true measuring sticks like to try to intimidate young women, huh? What a real man.
ZM: Oh, you mean Selena. She's had it out for us...
Aina: Who cares?! She's your boss, who you've never shown one ounce of respect for. Just because your girl may bow down to your every whim doesn't mean the rest will. Maybe she just wanted to see something different in our 197th match.
ZM: Are you done? Brah?
Aina: Nah, we aren't close to done. Brah. But my respect for you is. Mahalo. It'll be easier, and a lot more fun to beat your ass and take your belts. This is your one warning.
Aina storms away.
ZM: Aloha.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:24:57 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Midnight Sun Recreation Centre in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, where we find El Lobo Sangriento LOOKING~! right into the camera…
ELS: I don’t get you, Ghosthead. You say you came to the OOWF to settle a score. To find “balance.” But you won’t wrestle me. You refuse to get in the ring with me. You refuse to fight me fairly. I might have a solution. There’s a certain match style here in the OOWF that we didn’t have down in Mexico, and I’ve made it somewhat of a specialty of mine. It’s clean, it’s fair, it’s sportsmanlike, and I’m the best in the business at it. So here’s my challenge to you: at November Pain 5, El Lobo Sangriento versus Ghosthead in…a Steel Cage match.
ELS: No, I’m not challenging you to an Onslaught Rules match. You know why? It’s too easy. Too easy for you to disregard the rules and get DQed. Too easy for me to beat you clean in a match I specialize in and you have no experience in. Either way, just too easy.
ELS: On the other hand, a Cage guarantees an actual, sanctioned match. That is what you want, isn’t it? It’s sure as hell what I want. So, Ghosthead, the ball’s in your court. You and me in a Cage at November Pain. Your call.
ELS: Wolfpack out.[/b]
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 24, 2011 2:25:22 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Midnight Sun Recreation Centre in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, where we find El Lobo Sangriento ENTERING~! the Destroyatorium…
Crowd: Lobo!
ELS: Afternoon, everybody.
Ashley: Beer, Lobo?
ELS: I’ve heard of that stuff. Better give me a tall one in case I like it.
*As Lobo sips his pint of Labatt Genuine Lager, he glances up at the Campeonas de Trios titles displayed above the bar. He then heads over to the table where his partners, Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack, are discussing strategy for tomorrow’s title defense...
OBJ: Belch. That’s Australian for “Look who decided to show up.”
*Danny arches an eyebrow at Lobo to punctuate Jack’s point…
ELS: Yeah, sorry guys. For real. I got caught up in this Ghosthead situation, and I’ve sort of been keeping solitary lately. Being a lone wolf, I guess.
*Danny points a Lobo, then at Jack, then at himself. Then he holds up a single finger...
ELS: I get it. Drink and Destroy is as one. My head knows that, but I’m still struggling with the team thing. It’s just not something I’m used to. I’ve run solo my whole career. It’s just going to take a little more time to adjust, I guess.
OBJ: Take all the time you need, mate, but know that we consider you part of the team. You’re not the new guy, you’re just one of the guys.
ELS: Thanks, Jack. That means a lot. Now, where are we with match prep?
OBJ: We’re in good shape. Danny mapped out a strategy. I’ll let him fill you in on it.
*Danny goes into a long, elaborate series of gestures while Lobo takes notes…
ELS: Wow. That’s a great plan. Any worries from either of you about the match?
OBJ: The only problem might be when Kai and Aina communicate in Hawaiian. We won’t know what they’re saying. They won’t likely do it as much as usual so they can keep Alex in the loop, but they might catch us by surprise.
ELS: Oh, no worries then. I’m fluent in Hawaiian.
*Danny looks shocked at this news…
ELS: No, it’s true. Listen: Mele kalikimaka, ohana, malama ka aina, nalowale ko’olauloa ho’apono mana’o. Po’ipu heihei palekeiko. Hana 'a'a makehewa ke kinohi. He kane hewa' ole, kai e' e e malama. Powa maka moana loa aloha. Ne me'e laua na paio, ma ke kahakai ho'opa'I. Ho'ohuli na'au ua hiki mai kapalena pau. Oia'i'o.
*Danny looks even more shocked, but Jack starts to laugh…
ELS: What’s so funny?
OBJ: Nice try, mate. You just said “Merry Christmas” then rhymed off the episode titles from season one of Hawaii Five-0.
ELS: So? It was Hawaiian, wasn’t it?
OBJ: It was, but it won’t help us understand what Kai and Aina are saying – unless they’re feeling really festive during the match.
*All three men laugh at this. Probably more than they should, but they’ve been drinking, so it’s understandable. Let’s leave them to their catching up and strategizing, shall we?
*MAE HO'OMAE WAHO* (*FADE OUT*)
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