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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 1:55:58 GMT -5
OOWF November Pain 4 PPV Live! From Upper Frobisher, Nunavut Canada
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Stan Fulton vs. Danny Taylor
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. LD Williams
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] JP Sparxx vs. Honcho Williams
Steel Cage Match[/u] Ghosthead vs. El Lobo Sangriento
Firewoman vs. Psykle Matt Folz vs. Outback Jack Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Rabbit Mask Eric O'Mac & Attitude Adjuster vs. Davin Moreland & Stank Saints of Sinners vs. The Darlings Comrade Sharkoff vs. Nanuk Ujarak
Card subject to _____________________(insert running gag here)
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 1:56:43 GMT -5
We're in the trailers rather quickly after the all out brawl that the tag team match turned in to, and IQ and Psykle are both getting checked out by IQ's medical staff.
IQ: I'm fine, I'm fine...stop...I've taken worse beatings before...
Psykle: Yea, just the other day from Fire...
IQ: Right, yea...doctors, give me a minute with Psykle please.
The medical team leaves, and Psykle and IQ just stay there for a minute looking at each other.
IQ: Huh...
Psykle: Hmm?
IQ: It's funny.
Psykle: What's that?
IQ: You've been here what now?
Psykle: 9 months, 24 days, 1 hour, and oh, say 30 minutes or so.
IQ: Hmm.
Psykle: And...?
IQ: And you've been on the active roster the whole time, right?
Psykle: Well, with the exception of that few weeks of suspension back in April, yea. Why?
IQ: How many title matches have you had?
Psykle: Honestly I lost count.
IQ: That many, huh?
Psykle: Yea.
IQ: And how many titles have you won?
Psykle: You know the answer to that...
IQ: I know, but I want to hear you say it.
Psykle: Really?
IQ: ANSWER ME!
Psykle: NONE! OK? NONE!
IQ: Interesting.
Psykle: What's your point?
IQ: Am I on the active roster?
Psykle: No.
IQ: So, I've been given no title shots, right?
Psykle: Right.
IQ: Yet somehow, all that said and done, you with so many title shots that you lost track, me not even on the active roster, somehow...
IQ stands up, crosses to Psykle and slaps him hard across the face.
IQ: I HAVE STILL WON MORE CHAMPIONSHIPS HERE THAN YOU HAVE!
Psykle is stunned as IQ holds the DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPIONSHIP BELT up in his face and continues to yell at him angrily.
IQ: WHAT WAS THE POINT OF YOU COMING HERE? WHY ARE YOU EVEN COMPETING IN A WRESTLING RING? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT TO ACCOMPLISH IF YOU CAN'T WIN A SINGLE TITLE BEFORE I, NOT AN ACTIVE WRESTLER, DO?
Psykle sits there still shocked and says nothing.
IQ: ANSWER ME! WHAT KIND OF MAN ARE YOU? WHY DO YOU THINK YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO WIN A TITLE? WHY ARE YOU A LAUGHING STOCK IN THE LOCKER ROOMS, WHILE I NOW REIGN OVER A DIVISION?
Psykle *quietly*: Because...
IQ: SPEAK UP! STOP BEING SUCH A LILY-LIVERED, MEEK, UNIMPORTANT WASTE OF HUMANITY AND TELL ME WHY!
Psykle jumps up, slams IQ into the wall and yells at him.
Psykle: BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO CONTAIN MY RAGE AND NOT TO TAKE WHAT I WANTED! BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO PLAY BY THE RULES AND NOT FOLLOW WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DID! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN SUCCESSFUL? BECAUSE I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO YOU!
Psykle drops IQ and storms out of the trailers. IQ slowly gets up, dusts himself off, and picks up his phone.
IQ: About damn time. *Into Phone* Yea, it's me. I think he might be ready. Do me a favor, call you-know-who and let him know what's going on. Also, get my car outside, I need to bolt for the next arena before someone crazy decides to come take this belt from me. I kinda like the idea of having something that once was Fire's...
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:53:52 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is in a nearby trailer, getting a tear in his mask sewn up by the costume lady. She finishes up, ties a knot, cuts the string, and sends him on his way. He leaves the trailer and, at the same time, sees IQ leaving the trailer beside it, carrying the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship over his shoulder. Rabbit instantly goes after IQ, but IQ hears him coming and sprints to a car that was sitting just a short distance from the trailer, engine running. IQ jumps in the car and speeds away, leaving Rabbit behind in the dust.
He looks slightly agitated, but brushes it off and heads back to the arena. He meets up with his wife, waiting right inside at the doors, then they head for the parking lot to get a move on to the next arena. They get in the car and Rabbit looks in the rear-view mirror, but can't react quickly enough. Ricky Soaring Eagle reaches up from the back seat and wraps his arms around Usagi's throat. Usagi no tsuma tries to pry her husband loose, but Ricky is just too strong. Usagi thinks quickly, realizing his arms are loose, peels up part of his wrist tape and grabs a piece of razor blade that was taped inside. He digs it into Eagle's arm and drags it down, creating an ugly, deep gash that instantly starts pouring blood. Ricky lets go, jumps out of the car, then completely shatters the driver-side window with a backfist before sprinting to the medical trailer.
Usagi catches his breath and pulls his wife toward him to comfort her, and they sit in silence for a short while.
RM: It will stop being like this soon, I promise. Ricky Soaring Eagle is a man who loves to hurt. That is all he lives for. I live to wrestle, but I now see I must fight this man instead. I must hurt him more than he hurts me, and he will move on to his next target. Now we must drive, work is to be done at the next arena. Calm yourself, rest a while. We will arrive shortly.
Fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:54:19 GMT -5
It is Thursday, Thanksgiving (In the US) and a limo pulls up in front of the Quinn Family Restaurant. Alexander Darling gets out of it, and stands, kind of just taking it all in. Or steeling himself for what's to come. Probably both. Anyway...he observes quite the flurry of activity as people come and go from the restaurant, getting things out of cars and such. The limo driver opens the trunk and gets Alexander's bag for him. Alexander starts to take it, but then another hand reaches out and grabs it. He turns to see Lucky.
AD: Oh hey.
L: Fire wanted me to go pick you up, but I thought I should stay here to...monitor things.
AD: Good idea. And how are "things" going?
L: Well...very tense...kind of tension plastered over with false niceness.
AD: Huh. So a typical Thanksgiving across America.
L: Well, yeah, with a healthy dose of insanity.
AD: So, she's doing okay?
L: She is up to her eyeballs in decorations and place settings and organization....so...yeah, I guess "okay" about sums it up. You know....well, Dr. Freedman and I both wanted her to find something to distract her from the upcoming anniversary, but...well, we both think it is a little too soon for this. So--
AD: So I should be prepared. Got it.
They pass by a car with an open trunk. Fire comes running out towards the car, then sees Alex and changes her trajectory on a dime. She throws her arms around him, plants a kiss on him, and then starts recounting, without stop or breathing, everything that's transpired since the end of Mayhem.
AD: ...Fire....Fire.....FIRE!
FW: WHAT!
AD: Have you slept?
Fw; Oh my gods, no, there is still soooo much to do...the candles for the centerpieces are all different heights so I had to make sure that they at least made a reasonable pattern so they didn't look, completely disorganized, but THEN I had to rearrange the floral part, so then....
And on and on kind of like that. Alex just listens, a look of bemusement on his face. It's punctuated with "Ma this" and "Dad that" here and there, but nothing of concern, really. Finally...
FW: But I can't really talk right now, I have to get this stuff in and sorted and put on the chairs, and then I have to get the seating chart fixed because Mrs. Williams is coming! I'm so happy she'll be here!
Fire gives him another peck on the cheek and goes off in a flurry.
AD: Huh. No sleep, eh?
L: Yeah.
AD: That's gonna be a hard crash after the carbs and tryptophan hit.
L: Yep.
AD: Okay, well, just point me to the bar, and I'll be sure to stay out of her way....what?
L: About that....there's.....well, there's no bar.
AD: WHAT?!
L: Rose and Sean are "in recovery," so....Fire thought it was best if the entire thing was alcohol-free.
AD: You're....serious?
L: I know.....I asked her if she wanted me to bring her a flask just so she could have a nip here and there and she said no.
AD: Damn, you gave me hope....
Alex is interrupted by Lucky holding a flask in front of his face.
AD: Whatever she's paying you, it's not enough.
L: No kidding.
AD: Not sure this'll last the day.
L: Don't worry...I have more in the trunk of my rental car, and Victor is putting what he's bringing there when he gets here.
Alexander takes a swig, hides it in his jacket pocket, takes a deep breath, and then he and Lucky walk in to the festivities.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:55:07 GMT -5
As IQ has made it a good distance from the arena already, he pulls his Lamborghini Diablo VT 6.0 SE over to the side of the road to catch his breath. As he does, a new message alert goes off on his phone. He picks it up, and we see the following:From: ji24356@iyc.co.jp To: iq@geniusiq.net Subject: You need to watch this www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfj3dPkeaqIIQ watches the video and a look of realization crosses his face. He buckles his seatbelt (which he had forgotten to do when Rabbit was chasing him) and suddenly, a referee materializes...ONE...TWO...THREE!Referee: Winner and new DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION...IQ's Lamborghini's Seat Belt! The referee quickly disappears, and IQ is in shock.IQ: What the...? IQ quickly undoes his seat belt, leans forward, buckles it back up and sits down on top of it. The referee materializes again and...ONE...TWO...THREE!Referee: Winner and new DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION...GENIUSIQ! The referee quickly disappears again, and IQ begins shaking his head.IQ: This is going to be the most ridiculous title I've ever held. IQ pulls off as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:55:31 GMT -5
*Quinn Family Restaurant*
Alexander is sitting in a booth trying to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade since the football games haven't started yet when he hears yelling coming from the kitchen...
Fire: Ma, I got it. Go relax or something.
Alex takes a deep breath and quietly pulls the flask out and takes another deep drink before he hears footsteps coming up from behind and he quickly puts the lid back on the flask and slides it back in his jacket. Rose Quinn slides up besides Alex and starts rambling...
Rose: I can't believe how happy Lisa seems. But then I see you and how attractive and talented and smart and I'm just so happy.
Rose reaches over and ruffles Alexander's hair for what has to be the 8th time since he showed up when there's finally a jingling over the door and Alexis, Spencer, and Ashley enter the building.
Alexander: Excuse me Rose.
Rose lets Alex out who rushes over to his sisters, and yes, Ashley is basically a sister at this point...
Oh thank god you're finally here. I'm not sure how much more I can handle. Fire's gone off the deep end...
Fire: Who's that honey bunny? Oh your beautiful sisters showed up. Well, hi girls...I'd come in and chat, but cook cook cook. I'll talk to you lovelies later. MA, GET THEM SOME WATER.
Ashley: Water?
Alexis: She was serious about the no alcohol thing? Really?
Alexander: Shhhh...see Lucky, he's got a set-up out in his rental car. Flasks and everything. Spence, make sure you tell Victor not to bring it in the building, have him hook up with Lucky and we should be good all day. But thank god you're all here...I need to be saved before Rose pinches my cheeks or ruffles my hair again.
Spencer and Alexis look at one another and they laugh as Spencer pinches his cheeks and Alexis ruffles his hair...
I hate you both...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:56:11 GMT -5
<cut to the parking lot where a black Shelby GT pulls into the parking lot and parks, the windows are tinted, so no one can see who is inside, but they know>
Lucky: Uh oh
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:56:43 GMT -5
The wonderful, the amazing, and the brand new Onslaught Champion, J-P Sparxx is clowning around with his incredibly hot girlfriend, Jewel, with smooth, dark skin so beautiful it'll make your eyes water. Sorry, I got carried away there. Anyway, they're in their locker room on this festive celebrating.
Jewel: We should say thanks baby.
J-PS: yeah. Thanks.
Jewel: Dat's not whut I meant, baby.
J-PS: Ah, ya mean like the pasin' thanks 'round the table an' shit like dey do in all dose family dinner movies you love so much for sum strange reason.
Jewel: Ya leave ma Hallmark Channel alone.
J-PS: A'ight, so whut ya gots ta be thankful fo, my bootyfull girl?
Jewel: I'm thankful for you of course. I'm thankful to OOWF fo all da moneys dey be payin' ya.
J-PS: Sho 'nuff.
Jewel: I'm thankful to Usher, fo bein' Usher.
J-PS: Hey...
Jewel: He's on ma list baby, don't be hatin'
J-PS: Fine.
Jewel straddles J-P and kisses long, hard, and dirty.
Jewel: Your turn.
J-PS: I'm thankful fo you, ma hot chocolate bunny.
Jewel: Of course.
J-PS: I'm thankful to my parents for blessin' me with this ungodly talent I gots, but dat's 'bout it from dem, ya knowwhatI'msayin'?
Jewel: What else, baby?
J-PS: Oh, I'd also like ta thank OOWF for all da money dey be throwin' ma way. An' I'd like to think ol' Moose Ass Jack.
Jewel: What'cha thankin' HIM fo?
J-PS: Fo bein' such a dumbass an' answerin' ma challenge so I could take 'is belt, knowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P and Jewel laugh, then start making out. After a few moments, J-P comes back for air.
J-PS: Yo, camera dude, unless you wanna air sum x-rated stuff, I suggest ya run on along to yo fams, knowwhatI'msayin'?
(fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:57:21 GMT -5
GM Selena waits outside between the terminal and the landing strip, holding Humphrey as snow blows around her. A plane slows as it comes down the runway and the door opens and steps fold out.
GMSa-T: Omie!
H: BARK!
Selena runs up to Poe and hugs him.
Poe: Hello Beloved.
GMSa-T: Boy, have I missed you.
H: BARK!
Poe kisses Selena's forehead and they start to make their way into the terminal.
Poe: Are we sure we want to do this?
GMSa-T: Well, I dunno, but Kai and Aina are gonna be there, so that's cool.
Poe: Yes, I need to congratulate them on their victory.
GMSa-T: I'm not doing any GM work. My GM hat is off!
Poe: The holiday will be better spent that way.
GMSa-T: Can we avoid, you know...them?
Poe: In other words, you wish me to not have an encounter with Mr. Meyers.
GMSa-T: Or Uncle Moose after that whole thing.
Poe: Yes, I was rather disturbed by that. Perhaps my old friend and I need to hav...
GMSa-T: NO! We're gonna have a good Thanksgiving. No fighting, no bloodshed...actually that sounds boring.
Poe: With this lot, things will never be "boring" my beloved.
GMSa-T: No kidding. Hey! Did you know Aina has a girlfriend?!
Poe: No, I was not aware. How do you know this, did he tell you?
GMSa-T: No, but he's got like scratch marks all over his back. I saw him getting the makeup lady cover them up for the show.
Poe: Maybe he just got lucky.
GMSa-T: Yeah, well, maybe, but what if it's not and he's got a girlfriend?! Dude needs one.
Poe smiles at his bride and puts his arm around her.
H: BARK!
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:57:45 GMT -5
The Quinn Family Restaurant in Madison, OH, which is totally a real place that I have a picture of I took 4 months ago for this, and now I can't find, is full of OOWF staff, crew, and wrestlers. They're all seated and talking and so far no one has done anything to start any trouble, other than a few glares. Ashley and Spencer appear to be busy making sure people have soda and water to drink with their meals, and running out to the parking lot and back for some reason. Finally, Firewoman looks around and stands, clinking her fork against her glass.
Fw: Wow, when I first had this idea, I wasn't sure how many of you would make it. I'm really glad so many of you did, and I hope you enjoy it. We should probably all do the grace thing.
So....We give thanks to the spirits of the land from which we harvested and prepared this bounty; we give thanks to our ancestors, of both blood and heart that have passed on before us; and we give thanks to the divine, however we see him..or her...or them...or it...whatever...anyway.......amen.
The entire gathering makes an awkward "amen" in response.
FW: Great, now...before we eat....*there is a collective groan*...I just wanted to say...
I'm very grateful to have this place to come to...on those days when life just sucks and I just need something to laugh at, or to be distracted from whatever stupidity there is going on....I'm thankful for OOWF and everyone in it.
So.....let's eat!
There's a clinking of dishes and sounds of serving as each table starts passing dishes of traditional foods...
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:59:24 GMT -5
<Just as Fire finishes and dishes are starting to go around, the door opens and Moose and Eco walk in. The place goes silent. Moose puffs on his cigar, Eco has no expression on his face at all. Moose smirks>
Let's eat!
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 2:59:50 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Quinn Family Restaurant, where we find El Lobo Sangriento ASKING~! Commissioner Firewoman to PASS~! him the wine...
FW: There's...um...no alcohol in the restaurant.
*Lobo exchanges a look of disbelief with the other members of Drink & Destroy as we...
*Fade into the parking lot of the Quinn Family Restaurant, where we find El Lobo Sangriento MOVING~! a picnic table over to Lucky's car. The rest of Drink & Destroy join him outside. They've brought their plates with them...
ELS: Excuse me, Lucky? Could you pass the wine please?
*Lucky passes Lobo a bottle of red and a bottle of white. Lobo pours a glass for each of his stablemates, then one for himself, which he raises...
ELS: A toast: it may be colder out here than it is in there, but we have alcohol and friendship to keep us warm. Mostly alcohol. Happy American Thanksgiving, Americans. And Happy Thursday, Jack.
OBJ: BUUURP~! That's Australian for "Back at you, mate."
*The group dig in to their food as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 3:00:15 GMT -5
*Quinn Family Restaurant*
Just as Alex is about to get up, Moose and Ecosystem are dragged outside from behind and as they turn they see Kai, Aina, and Poe standing there with Selena & Kono.
Selena: I can't believe you'd show up here Jack. One nice drama-free holiday is all I wanted.
Kono: Let the boys handle this Selena, we should get inside before this escalates.
Selena and Kono walk into the restaurant and we hear a commotion inside, but the camera stays outside the building.
Poe: Ket...
Moose: Poe...
Eco: ...
Poe: Interesting company you're keeping these days.
Moose: HE would prefer The Five came back but since that seems dead and buried, HE thinks this is preferable.
Kai: The Kai doesn't care who HE is. The Kai wants some turkey and then The Kai is gonna have some pie. So The Kai thinks Moosehead Jack and the braindead zombie here should find their way down Oahu Boulevard and get to steppin'.
Moose: Maybe The Kai should respect his elders and shut the fuck...
Aina: And maybe you should watch what you say next. The numbers out here don't favor you and the longer we're out here the bigger the chance that everyone inside, including those people who hate either or both of you find their way out here as well. We have history Ket and that's why we've stayed out of each other's way but you're smarter than you like to have others believe.
Moose: Is that right? Even if that's the case, this is a family function and I am family...
Poe: Brother, you've made it quite clear who you want as family. This isn't the time nor the place. We've avoided confrontation as long as we've known each other. Is this really the time to start one?
Moose: You'd go to battle with me over her. A Darling....
Poe: No, but my beloved wants a quiet, peaceful holiday and I will go to Hell and back to give it to her. You are disrupting that, now I am asking you nicely to get in your car, find the nearest bar, and try to quiet the voices in your head for just this one night. If you refuse to do that, then I'll know just how far over the edge you have gone. Namaste brother.
Poe motions to Kai and Aina and they step around Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem leaving them standing outside as they enter the restaurant. We fade as we wonder what happens next...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 3:00:41 GMT -5
<Moose remains standing there for a moment, then closes his eyes and cocks his head like he is listening to someone, then storms around the parking lot for a bit, muttering to himself>
......NO.......THEY have all made their decisions! Fuck each and every one of them in that building! THEY want a happy, peaceful Thanksgiving? FUCK WHAT THEY WANT!
<Moose walks back to the car and opens the trunk and stands there for a moment, again he closes his eyes and appears to be listening>
She is not family anymore, she is the Boss, she has made that VERY clear, and if Poe can't understand that, then he has to be dead to me too. I won't get them all, but I will get enough, and hopefully, I will remind Fire of what a TRUE Quinn Thanksgiving is like
<Moose pulls Happy Deth Bat out of the trunk and walks toward the door where Eco remains standing. Moose stops next to him and he glares. Eco slowly turns and looks at Moose, then nods. They start toward the door as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 25, 2011 3:22:36 GMT -5
Comrade Sharkoff sits alone in catering at the OOWF arena in Upper Frobisher, Nunavut Canada (Weak Pop), sipping on some Vodka and eating a small bowl of Borscht
You stupid, ugly, lazy Americans! You spend all this day sitting around being fat and doing nothing! Why? because your forefathers needed help to survive ONE winter without the comforts of home! Have you had enough to eat this weekend, Crusher Fulton? No? Please go have some more. Get lazier. Become more like a slob. Soon you will need help getting off couch! Russians never needed any help to survive! And what do the Canadians do? Sit around and wish they were in America! I am coming here representing the Glorious USSR! I will take all the fat slobs here in the OOWF and Make them squeal like the capitalist pigs they are! Comrade Sharkoff will be the Number 1 just like USSR is Number 1! I will be champion! I will destroy who I face on Sunday, then I set my sights on revenge against The Fat, lazy American Champion!
Sharkoff gets up angrily, turning over the table. He goes to the Buffet Table, where a Thanksgiving meal for the crew has been thoroughly ravaged. He flips that table over, sending the lone crew member refilling his plate scurrying for safety. He storms out, dragging his chain with him...
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:43:36 GMT -5
As Moose and Eco head towards the door, Danny Taylor is walking around the corner, Pie in hand. He sees Moose with HDB II in hand, and reacts instantaneously, dropping the pie and rushing to the door. Moose is so focused on the mayhem he is ready to create, that he does not hear the approach until it is too late. Danny is able to reach out, grabbing HDB II and ripping it from Moosehead's hand. Moose turns around a look of pure hate in his eyes, and starts making his way towards Taylor. At this point the rest of D&D make their way around the corner and see what is starting to transpire.
Moose: Give it back now.
Danny simply shakes his head no.
Moose: (spreading his arms wise) Then at least be willing to use it you coward.
Danny again shakes his head no, then tosses HDB II back behind him where it lands at the feet of DVD. Vic has a flask in one hand, and a stun gun in the other. He quickly dumps the contents of the Flask on HDB II, before triggering the stun gun next to it, the spark setting the contents of the flask, and HDB II up in flames. A look of pure rage crosses Moosehead Jacks face, and he lungs forward catching Danny with a solid right cross to the face, he then grabs Danny by the throat and begins choking the life out of him.
Ecosystem begins to move towards Moose and Danny, when Lobo and OBJ cut him off. Without the expression on his face ever changing, Ecosystem calmly moves to the far side of the conflict, not yet willing to take on these odds. Meanwhile Danny is able to call on his MMA training to pull off a Judo style throw to break Moose's choke hold. Moose is quickly to his feet, and we see a black eye starting to form on Danny as well as a bit of blood trickling from his nose.
As Moose prepares for another attack, Lobo and OBJ stand beside Danny, and Vic takes up a spot by the door ready to head in for more backup if needed.
Moose: (smirking) Three on two, not very fair odds are they.
OBJ: This isn't about fair mate. The commish asked for a nice quiet Thanksgiving, and all you want to do is cause trouble. That's not gonna fly with us.
Moose: So you guys want to be her heroes now, I have some history of taking them out.
Danny shakes his head no.
Lobo: We aren't heroes, we are fighters, and if you want a fight this badly, we can give it to you.
OBJ: The only difference is, if this continues, others will come, and you two will end up in the hospital, and we will end up still sharing food and drinks with friends.
Lobo: Be smart Moose, this is not a fight you can win. You can continue if you like, but we aren't budging.
Danny nods in agreement, and everyone continues to stare at each other intensely in a sort of Mexican Standoff.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:44:09 GMT -5
As the Mexican standoff continues on one side of the building, a low rumble can be heard as a black and red Harley Davidson approaches the restaurant on the other side. Psykle pulls up to the restaurant and stops. He looks at the restaurant and seems to be having a debate with himself on whether or not to go in. As he seems to have made up his mind to leave, Rose Quinn comes out to throw a bag of trash away and sees him.
Rose: Oh! You must be one of Lisa's friends.
Psykle: Uh, well, not really, but...
Rose: What are you doing out here all alone?
Psykle: Well, I, um, wasn't sure...
Rose: Nonsense, if you've got nowhere else to go, you're more than welcome here. No one should be alone on Thanksgiving. Come on inside, and let's get you a plate of food.
Rose starts to go back inside, as Psykle still stands by his bike, before finally deciding to go with her. The two enter the restaurant and we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:44:37 GMT -5
We've moved on from the main courses and now all sorts of pies are at each table. Pumpkin, apple, banana cream....whatever. AD: Having fun? FW: Yeah...there's something missing, though.....wait...why is everyone loud? AD: Huh? FW: Yeah, it's sounding like a bar in here....if I didn't know better....wait.... AD: NAAAAaaaaaah, it's a bunch of wrestlers! You know how loud we are! Everyone's relaxing, having a good old time..... FW: Why do Ashley and Spencer keep going outside? AD: Maybe they don't want to kiss in front of your mom? FW: Huh? AD: Have some more pumpkin pie, Fire.... FW: What? Oh,...yeah....okay. Camera pulls back on the scene, of all the PIES on everyone's table. Wow, it's a good thing people haven't been drinking, or else they'd be throwing those at each other...........
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:45:23 GMT -5
Ricky Soaring Eagle sits quietly in the empty Arena, watching the ring crew set up for the ppv.
“So the rest of the roster is off celebrating Thanksgiving, a supposed celebration giving thanks for the help the “Indians” gave the early settlers. What a joke.
If that is what we are supposed to be celebrating, why are we celebrating it at the BEGINNING of the winter and not the end? A joke. It’s an excuse for everyone to get together, eat way the hell too much, and act like fools while Christmas shopping.
Now, you might think as a ‘Native American,’ I am insulted by this holiday. Just as I am supposed to be insulted by college teams with Indian names and Fans chanting while waving their arms up and down.
Here’s the truth. I don’t give a flying fuck.
My heritage was destroyed by the Navajo. My fathers lived in the desert southwest since before time was counted. We didn’t see white man for a hundred years after they came from Europe. We had nothing to do with Pilgrims and turkeys. If I were Iriquoi or Cherokee, I might care. If I were Seminole, Fans chanting a mockery of my war chant might concern me. If my heritage did not betray me, I might be upset by caricatures of a smiling indian wearing a feather on a baseball cap.
Native Americans have no one to blame but their own ancestry for those images. They bargained and made concessions with the white man. They did not fight hard enough, vicious enough against their advances into sacred land. THEY LET THIS HAPPEN. So instead of whining about it, why is no one fighting back? COWARDS
I spent my childhood surrounded by Navajo elders, cautioning me about becoming too involved in the white man’s world. Then I see the only families who have enough to eat were the ones who dealt extensively in the white man’s world. Do you see the contradiction? I went out and lived in the white man’s world, and in the supposed Land of the Free, faced the same kind of discrimination I lived with ON the reservation. Denied opportunities, denied jobs. Forced to live as a third class citizen of my own ‘country.’ So I fought back. Literally. I began to show people I would NOT be tossed aside. I was still the same ‘Indian’ in their eyes, but the only difference? I had now some money, some sense of accomplishment. I could survive.
Now on tour with the OOWF, we visit all these towns filled with ‘Eskimos’ who are doing their best to live as they did for hundreds of years, while becoming modernized at the same time. And It does not work for them. They might have some pride, but they struggle to survive. I want not that existence. I will survive.
So now I come to Rabbit Mask. You see, It matters not who you are or where you come from, what you dress like or who you associate with. My presence here is strictly survival. And to survive, I learned long ago, I have to FIGHT BACK, or I will be subjected to an existence too similar to that the Navajo did to my people, what the white man did to the Navajo, and what the outside world tried to do to me. And I am going to FIGHT. It has nothing to do with respect, or business. It is personal to me. Personal, because I have to FIGHT for my PERSONAL existence. I HIGHLY SUGGEST you do NOT get in my way. Getting in my way will make me ANGRY. I will be FORCED to HURT YOU. I will be FORCED to rip your fucking head off. SO I caution you one last time Usagi.
DON’T.
MAKE.
ME.
ANGRY.”
Eagle gets up and walks to the arena floor, circling the ring slowly. The crew member tightening the ropes eyes him wearily. Eagle watches the man literally shake in his boots for a few moments, before he walks up the ramp and back to the back.
The crew member wipes his brow and exhales greatly.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:46:26 GMT -5
~~~ Back to the Quinn Family Restaurant. Chad Madison walks outside kissing on one of the SFJ's. They turn and see the Mexican Standoff in progress Chad whispers to the SFJ, who scurries inside. He stands beside the others facing Moose & Eco ~~~
Moose: So the Pretty boy wants to get disfigured too
Chad: Not today, and sure as heck not by you.
~~~ Zane bursts out the door and surveys the scene. He turns to Lobo ~~~
Zane: What's going on?
Lobo: We're keeping the party crashers out
Zane: Good enough for me.
~~~ Danny, Jack, Lobo, Chad, Zane and Vic all take a step forward and we Fade.... ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:47:00 GMT -5
Eco, Moose, Lobo, OBJ, Danny, Chad, and Zane and Vic all stand in the circle still, slowly pacing in a slight circle. Suddenly, a fireball drops from the ceiling, causing everyone to back up some. The fire disappears--flash paper. Dropping in the center of the circle is...Mai Muyo.
Mai: Ugh, I'm terribly late. Is there any food left?
Moose stares daggers through Mai as Drink and Destroy look side to side at each other. Eco steps forward.
Eco: ....
Mai: Yes?
Eco: ....
Moose: Handle this.
Eco: ....
Mai: (cocking her head to the side) Yes. Handle this.
Eco: ...Pretty sure there is. Honestly, I haven't even picked up any of the food yet. Moose, did you even grab any dessert?
Moose's eyes flash wide. Eco pauses.
Eco: Wait, I...um, I...
Mai: Need to replace Moose's bat? We can do that. He'll probably have fun making a new one; arts and crafts are fun! Vic, if you don't mind chipping in at some point on the cost of materials, since you did set this one on fire and all...
DVD: Over my dead--
Danny puts his hand on Vic's shoulder and smiles at him, and Vic quiets down.
Mai: Great, now let's grab some food.
Mai leads a somewhat dazed looking Eco off toward the pies. Eco turns around.
Eco: Moose, are you, um...are you coming?
Moose stares at Eco and Mai, and then back at Chad, Zane, Lobo, Danny, OBJ and Vic.
Moose: ...This isn't resolved. Excuse me.
Moose picks up the small, charred chunk of HDBII and follows Eco and Mai. At a distance, we see him yank Eco away from Mai and head off to the side.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:47:43 GMT -5
CUT to a booth at the Koren Village Restaurant in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Sitting at said booth is OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton and his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.
MR: "So then we'll take a flight back to the Iqaluit Airport in Nunavut tomorrow afternoon. This was a good idea, Stan. We get to eat well. We're in a beautiful city and didn't have to go back and forth through customs."
SF: "Every once in a while I have a good idea."
MR: "I do so enjoy a drama-free meal."
SF: "Yeah, beats what's going on in Ohio."
MR: "How do you know?"
Fulton points behind Martha. She turns and sees OOWF-TV is being shown on a TV behind the bar.
MR: "They watch OOWF-TV here?"
SF: "No. While you were in the bathroom, I got them to change the channel from Hockey Night in Canada."
MR: "They were willing to do that?"
SF: "For about one hundred dollars."
Rodriguez laughs.
MR: "Canadian or American dollars?"
SF: "Canadian."
MR: "So what's going on?"
SF: "Well let's see. Alex started drinking before he even walked in. Lucky is supplying the booze out by his car. Drink & Destroy is on a picnic table near the alcohol. Fire is running on pure adrenaline, but is oblivious of what's going on. Oh, and Moose and Eco are going to beat the shit out of everyone there."
MR: "What?! We need to call Fire and warn her?"
SF: "No."
MR: "No?"
SF: "No. First of all they're all theoretically adults. They're responsible for themselves. Second, Fire knew this would happen when she quote-unquote disowned Moose. Third, Selena is there with Poe and they're both aware of Moose and Eco being there. And fourth, Danny's already started fighting with Moose; the more he's injured there, the easier it is for me to beat him Sunday night."
MR: "Really?"
SF: "Look."
Fulton points to the myriad papers and even to the iPad2 playing videos of Danny Taylor's matches.
SF: "I'm taking this match seriously. I'm studying film and making plans. He's at a Thanksgiving dinner, having what amounts to a bar fight. He'll claim D&D is always ready or he studied before he left for Ohio, but that's bullshit. He's unprepared and not at 100 percent. That gives me the advantage. And if that means letting Moose and Eco destroy the Quinn Family Restaurant, I aim to let them."
MR: "You're just as mercenary as Folz was."
SF: "No. Matt didn't care what the job was as long as he got paid. I care that I get paid as much as I can by holding onto championships."
MR: "Very subtle difference."
SF: "Maybe, but it's one I hold on to."
MR: "So what's next?"
SF: "Next, we finish our dinner, go out on the town and then head back to our respective hotel rooms until we have to go back to Frobisher."
MR: "I think the high there today was fifteen below zero or so."
SF: "I can't believe we work in that shithole."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:48:30 GMT -5
Moose drags Eco out to the lot.
Moose: What the hell are you doing?
Eco: Me? What are you doing?
Moose: They want a peaceful Thanksgiving? They want to cast us out, ignore the past, grant themselves all the blessings in the world...and I don't feel like letting them, just because your stupid little sister wants to pop in for dessert!
Eco: You, you, you.
Moose: What about me?
Eco: I'm hearing what you want. What does He want?
Moose: ...
Eco: I don't hear Him, but I know this. He thinks that given your options, you should be standing with me right now. And right now, I'm standing outside. From what you've told me, I fail to see how going in there and taking on that room accomplishes anything He wants.
Moose: Blood.
Eco: Yeah. Our blood. Or is that what He wants? And if so, why are you listening?
Moose: ...since when are you--
Eco: (opens the car door) Look Moose, I don't know what the fuck is going on in my head right now. I could blame a voice and give it a Bunch Of Capital Letters, but honestly, it's just me fighting with me up there. So you can hop in this car with me and we can talk it out, or you can stay here and bleed for someone's amusement--but it won't be mine.
Moose: ...
Eco: Feel free to give Him a call before deciding. I'm not leaving you unless you tell me to.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:49:26 GMT -5
Moose stares at Eco for a minute, then heads back to the trunk of his car where he pulls out a plain baseball bat. Moose digs around in the trunk and pulls out a logging chain, which he improvises and wraps around the bat. Moose takes a few practice swings, then heads toward the gathered faces>
MHJ: Someone is fucking bleeding today
Vic: This son of a bitch can NOT be this insane!
Chad: Yeah, he is
OBJ: Moose, you and I go way back, you know goddamn well that you are going to end up in a pool of blood here mate. Call off the crazy for the day
<Moose walks up to them and stops and looks around and points the bat to each one>
MHJ: eeny, meeny, miny, moe, which one of you motherfuckers is going to hit the goddamn floor…..
<The bat stops on Zane and Moose takes a step toward him, then turns and SLAMS Vic upside the head with the chain wrapped bat! Vic goes down in a bloody heap, and Jack, Lobo, Danny, Chad and Zane are on Moose. Moose gets a few shots in, but he is quickly overwhelmed. Eco joins the fray with a tire iron, but the odds still do not favor them. Moose keeps getting back up after being knocked down, and soon he along with a few others are bleeding. Before someone, most likely Moose, dies, a black limo pulls up and a very large black man gets out of the limo, pulls a pistol out and fires a single shot into the air. The fight stops and everyone looks at him>
VLBM: Gentlemen. I am here for a Mr. Jack Quinn
<Moose gets to his feet and wipes blood from his face and looks at the Very Large Black Man>
MHJ: And who the fuck are you?
VLBM: That doesn’t matter. What matters is your presence is requested at a meeting, and I am here to make sure you come along
MHJ: And if I don’t?
VLBM: If you don’t, your contract with the OOWF will be immediately terminated.
MHJ: Fuck you
VLBM: Mr. Quinn, I am being paid a large amount of money to make sure you attend this meeting. One way or another, you are coming along.
MHJ: We’ll fucking see about that
<Moose picks up the chain wrapped bat and heads toward the Very Large Black Man, he gets half way there, then cocks his head and closes his eyes, clearly listening to Him again. Moose stops and that familiar smirk crosses his face. He turns and tosses the keys to the car to Eco>
MHJ: Here, you know where it goes. I’ll see you in Upper Frobisher
<Moose then turns toward the restaurant and throws the chain wrapped baseball bat through the large plate glass window. It shatters and we hear yelling coming from inside and chairs being pushed back. Firewoman leads a parade of wrestlers who come out to see what is going on>
MHJ: Hi Lisa. You didn’t really think you could keep me away from this, did you? Hey, while you are listening, tell the drunk bastard and the whore I said hi and send my love. After that, tell them I hope they both fucking die. And tell your husband that Sunday, I am going to cut his fucking head off and kick it into the tenth row.
<Fire glares at Moose, Moose turns toward the limo, laughing and climbs inside. The Very Large Black Man follows and the limo speeds off>
<Time shift>
<Moose is sitting in a nicely furnished office. Clearly this is the psychiatrist his was supposed to see back in Inuvik. Moose lights up a cigar, not bothering to ask if it is ok. Dr. Angus Winchester is sitting in a chair across from Moose>
DAW: You were supposed to see me in Inuvik
MHJ: Yeah I got a little side tracked
DAW: By your sister
MHJ: By that female Darling, yeah, she attacked me for no good reason, can you imagine that Doc?
DAW: No reason
MHJ: None I can see
DAW: Some say you goaded her
MHJ: Some people are idiots
DAW: You don’t have a very high regard for people
MHJ: Look Doc, let’s cut to the chase. All you need to do is tell the Board I am fine, and I can wrestle, and then, I can be on my way
DAW: Do you think you are fine?
MHJ: I’m right as the rain, yes
DAW: You really believe that?
MHJ: He wouldn’t lie to me
DAW: Who is He?
MHJ: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you
DAW: But you are the only one that can hear Him?
MHJ: No, that Female Darling can hear Him too, she is just too stupid to listen
DAW: that Female Darling…….you mean Alexis?
MHJ: No, the other one
DAW: Samantha?
MHJ: Don’t jerk me around, you know goddamn well who I mean
DAW: You won’t even say her name?
MHJ: She is dead to me, what the fuck do names matter?
DAW: Why is she dead to you?
MHJ: Do we really have to do this? I know you have watched, you have the history, you know why
DAW: Humor me
MHJ: Fine. She is dead to me because she chose them. And she is living a fucking lie, denying who she is
DAW: Why do you care?
MHJ: Because it pisses me off
DAW: So she hurt you….
MHJ: No, I won’t give her that fucking satisfaction. She made her choices, now, she gets hurt just like the rest of them
DAW: Why is hurting people so important to you?
MHJ: Cause its fun, and because He encourages it
DAW: So, you enjoy hurting people?
MHJ: Fuck yes I do.
DAW: Do you think that is normal?
MHJ: Do I care?
DAW: Do you?
MHJ: Care? Fuck no. Do I think it is normal? <Moose starts to laugh>You have enemies, don’t you Doc? You have people you can’t stand. I am sure there are other shrinks out there who you can’t stand. What can you do? Do you write critiques of their opinion? Do you make snide comments at mixers? Is that gratifying? Wouldn’t you rather take a strand of barbed wire across their heads, hear their screams, watch them bleed? Do you know what kind of relief that is? Fuck that, I would say I am more normal than anyone. I get the rage out. You? You keep it all bottled up inside, nice and neat. And one day, you are going to be sitting behind your desk, and all that bottled up rage is going to burst out, and you are going to keel over dead of a heart attack
DAW: You think this is the best way to work out your anger?
MHJ: It’s worked well so far
DAW: At the expense of anyone who cared about you?
MHJ: Cared about me? If they cared, they know who I am, and they are not going to try and change me.
DAW: But you are trying to change your sister
MHJ: No, I am trying to make her realize she is fucking fooling herself, trying to be something she’s not
DAW: Why do you care?
MHJ: Because it fucking annoys me. I thought we already covered that
DAW: Is there anyone you consider a friend?
MHJ: Stank and LD are good guys
DAW: Friends?
MHJ: Ask them. They would probably rather be in a fight with me, than in a fight against me
DAW: And that is how you measure friendship?
MHJ: Its all semantics Doc. Now, will you clear me for the fucking match already?
DAW: And what if I didn’t?
MHJ: Chances are you wouldn’t walk out of this room
DAW: What would that accomplish?
MHJ: It would make me feel better
DAW: But it wouldn’t get you the match you want
MHJ: Doc, I am going to get that match one way or another. He has already said it will happen. Whether I get it this week, or whether I have to go about it another way, I will get the Darlings in the ring again, and I will bleed them dry
DAW: Why do you hate them?
MHJ: We have covered this too. You know why I hate them, everyone knows
DAW: And you have no remorse for what you would like to do to them?
MHJ: None, no
DAW: Alex is a married man, he has a family
MHJ: So?
DAW: So, that is important to him
MHJ: Since when do I give a fuck what is important to Alex?
DAW: Do you care about what is important to anyone?
MHJ: Not particularly, no
DAW: Are you familiar with the term sociopath?
MHJ: <laughing> Yes, do you know how many times I have been called that?
DAW: Do you think you are a sociopath?
MHJ: Do I think I am a person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience. <Moose thinks for a moment> Yeah, that sounds about right
DAW: And that doesn’t bother you?
MHJ: Why would it?
DAW: Those are people in the ring with you
MHJ: No, you want deep Doc, here you go. They are not people in the ring with me. They are everything I hate. Some nights they are drunken pops, coming to get Jackie for another beating. Some nights they are the junkie whore, shooting up and zoning out instead of protecting her kids, some nights they are the people who mocked us and picked on us for being poor. And some nights, they are Darlings. It doesn’t matter what their name is, they are fighting a battle they can’t win
DAW: Even if they beat you
MHJ: They may beat me, they can’t stop me
DAW: You think you are indestructible
MHJ: No one is indestructible, I am just willing to go further than anyone else
DAW: Like your match in Japan
MHJ: That was fun
DAW: You nearly died
MHJ: So? I nearly killed Alex too, I would like the chance to try again, make it happen
DAW: What if he died during a match, what would you feel
MHJ: <getting a sick smile on his face> It would be the single greatest accomplishment in my career. I could honestly retire the next day and say my career is complete
<The doc sits back and stares at Moose for a moment>
DAW: You’re serious about that
MHJ: As you may have gathered, I don’t like him
DAW: And that justifies murder?
MHJ: Accidents happen
DAW: You wouldn’t feel a bit bad about it.
MHJ: Nope.
DAW: It would crush your sister
MHJ: I don’t have a sister
DAW: You know you do. And it would crush her
MHJ: Then she should make better decisions
DAW: And if she got involved?
MHJ: She would get treated just like any of the rest of them, she is one of them now, she will get what is coming to her.
<The Doc just stares at Moose for a minute>
MHJ: Look Doc, this has been a blast and all, but I have to be in Nunavut, I have a match. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go.
<Moose gets up to leave, the Doc stands and steps in front of him>
MHJ: You really want to do this? If you do, call in Biggie or whatever his name is, I have a score to settle with him too
DAW: I don’t know if you should take this match
MHJ: Doc, I am leaving this office, and I am heading to Nunavut. If you are going to call off this match, you better send the fucking Canadian National Guard in there to stop me. Now, you have a good day.
<Moose walks out of the office, Dr. Angus Winchester watches him go then walks over to his desk and sits down. He pulls out a little tape recorder and talks into it…
…..subject Jack Quinn shows clear sociopathic traits with severe dissociative disorder. I fear allowing this match to happen may be a mistake, however……preventing this match may lead to far greater breakdown of the psyche. I recommend that the match proceed, with extreme caution, and should be stopped at the first signs of danger. I also recommend that the subject be monitored very closely for schizophrenia, the appearance of……Him……is very troubling, and shows a disturbing spit between reality and fantasy. Intense therapy is recommended, though, understandably not likely. This situation needs careful monitoring, I fear that Mr. Quinn’s break with reality could become permanent without intervention causing irreparable damage.
<Dr. Winchester clicks off the recorder and sits back shaking his head>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 26, 2011 17:50:11 GMT -5
Firewoman is in the kitchen pacing, and throwing pots and pans.
FW: I KNEW he'd fucking ruin it. I told him to stay away and I ... I just knew he'd fucking ruin everything....he always has.....he took that crappy bike that dad fished out the dumpster for my birthday and--
Psykle: Wow, you have issues.
Fire turns to see her opponent this week.
FW: Go eat. Get out of my--
Psykle: Face? I'm twice your height. I'd have to get on my knees to get in your face.
FW: Why are you even here? I figured your keeper wouldn't let you anywhere near ...well, anyone.
Psykle: He doesn't control me.
FW: Uh huh.
Psykle: He didn't want me to come here. He wanted me to save my rage for you...in the ring. But, after what you did to him--
Psykle advances menacingly, but Firewoman stands her ground, holding an iron skillet.
FW: What I did to him. Yeah, I saw his acting. He should keep his day job, because that Oscar is WAY out of his reach.
Psykle lunches and Fire dodges, hitting him in the back with the skillet. He turns and grabs her and lifts her up to throw her on the steel prep table, when a voice yells.
V: PUT HER DOWN!
They both turn and see Sean Quinn with his cane (he has a cane).
SQ: You put her down, young man, or I'll rap you upside the head with my shillelagh! You might be 100 feet tall, but I can reach.
Sean shakes his cane at Psykle. Fire and Psykle both look at him in shock, and Psykle puts Fire down, mostly because this is really odd and no one knows what to do.
FW: Pops...what are you doing? I got this!
SQ: No one's going to manhandle my little girl in my own place!
FW: Pops...don't.....
Rose Quinn comes running in with a broom.
RQ: SHOO!!! You bad, bad man!! Shoo!!! Get away from my litt--
FW: MA! Can we NOT .... with the 'little girl?'....just.....*Fire puts her head down and rubs her temples* I am never going to live this down....look...both of you.....go.....outside....did they put the plywood up at the window?
RQ: Oh yes, it's all covered up....I don't know what's gotten into your brother.
Sean and Fire share a knowing look.
FW: Okay just....guys, this IS part of my job...see the ninja cam?
Fire points to the INC. Sean and Rose look and then just kind of awkwardly wave.
FW: Right, so just....go out there....see if anyone needs anything, I have to finish this promo.
RQ: What's a promo?
FW: I'll explain it later just ....go, okay? Pops, I think Alex wanted to talk baseball with you.
SQ: Yeah? Oh, I hope he's a Phillies fan....I have a hat I can give him!
RQ: Is it the pink one?
They leave, but not before Rose turns and makes another 'shoo' motion towards Psykle with her broom. Fire rubs her temples again before turning to Psykle, who is nearly doubled over laughing.
FW: Okay, where were we...I think you had me over the table.....what is so funny?
Psykle: You should totally sign them to the OOWF...they can fight your battles there for you too....
FW: Very funny....
Psykle: They might have a better chance of winning.
Firewoman smirks, raises the iron skillet she had, and when Psykle goes to defend high, she kicks at his knee and drops him down to...well, down to her size.
FW: If you recall correctly, I HAVE beaten you. And not just in this ring, right?
Psykle takes a moment to remember a certain cage match from about a year ago.
Psykle: So what. If I recall correctly you cheated. You can't do it clean. Just give up now. Maybe you can retire and be a waitress here..."little girl"....and let your dysfunctional parents fight your battles for you.
Psykle seems fairly satisfied that he has pushed the right buttons, as Fire's own rage rises.
Psykle: Seriously...you used to be the most feared wrestler here....and now you're serving pie, and have the entire promotion fighting your battles for you. There was quite the altercation in the parking lot with Moose and Eco...*Fire's eyes widen at the mention of Ecosystem*...yeah, your former puppet master was out there...but all your former enemies and current allies had your back....you didn't even need to lift a finger....maybe it's you that's the real mind-control threat.
Fire takes several deep breaths, controlling her self.
Psykle: At least until Sunday, and then I'm ending you. Just like you should have been ended last year.
Fire snaps.
FW: You are NOT going to end me. In fact..................................................................................................you got your stips.....
Psykle: Huh? What stips?
FW: Oh, he didn't tell you? That's not that surprising. Then I will....If you win--
Psykle: When.
FW: IF....if you win, I'll resign as commissioner. And not just for two weeks. Permanently.
Pyskle: And if you win?
FW: Heh....he knows. But it's at a place and time of MY choosing. Tell him.
Psykle: *laughing* Fine. Whatever. But it'll be hard for you to resign through a breathing tube.
FW: Oh, and tell Idiot IQ....that file is getting a bit thicker.
Fire smiles and walks out to see what's happening in the dining room, waving Sean and Rose, who are hovering, away. Psykle laughs fairly confidently, and then goes outside to see if there's any apple pie left.
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