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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:14:03 GMT -5
FADE back in on the hospital room of Dynamite Danny Taylor. Dashing Victor Dinero and Spencer Darling keep watching the respirator and other machines which keep Taylor alive.
Eventually, Victor gets Spencer to get some coffee or stretch her legs, and she leaves the room for a few minutes.
Not long after she leaves, Victor pulls a chair right up to DDT’s bedside and he rests his head down on the bed.
The door reopens and Victor doesn’t look up.
DVD: “Did you get some coffee, Spencer?”
A voice replies, but it’s not Spencer.
V: “She’s going to be a while. Some friends are keeping her busy.”
Victor turns around and looks right into the face of OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.
DVD: “How dare you come in here.”
SF: “I dare because I am the World Heavyweight Champion and I dare because the New Guard is in charge now. But calm yourself, Dickhead Victor Dinero, I’m not here to hurt you or Danny any further.”
DVD: “I thought you had more honor, Fulton. I thought you were one of the good guys, like Danny.”
SF: “What can I say. You’re not a good judge of character. Let’s get a few things straight, Victor. I’m not a good person. You’re not a good person. Alex, Davin. They’re not good people. We’re wrestlers. We’ve all got skeletons in our collective closets and we have all regrets and things we might change. We’re all going to look back on our careers if and when we reach old age and say ‘I wish I would have done that differently.’
“But let’s be honest. We’re very much alike. We’d both do anything and everything to get done what we want. You’ve already proven you’re willing to hurt people. You’re just as evil inside as I am.
“In fact, the only person in this company that doesn’t have that darkness inside him is laying in a hospital room, in a coma and may or may not survive the night.
“That’s what being ‘one of the good guys’ gets you, Victor. So if you have any concern for that man there, as soon as he wakes, you’ll get him to quit the OOWF and find a job working with kids or the elderly. Because this is a dark, dark world we work in. We’re all in it for ourselves. And I proved that point last night. And the people you and Danny hang with are just the ones who will pay the price.”
Victor, too stunned to even respond, just watches Fulton, waiting for him to make a move.
SF: “While you’re here, turn on OOWF-TV Wednesday night. You’ll see.”
Spencer opens the door and sees Fulton.
SD: “Vic. Everything okay? The New Guard seemed to be in every hallway.”
DVD: “Yeah, Spence. Stan was just leaving. We had a nice talk.”
SF: “Ms. Darling.”
Fulton nods his head and steps back out into the hallway where the New Guard’s Chris Evans and new DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Matt Folz are waiting.
CE: “Well?”
SF: “Now is not the time. Hopefully I got through to Dinero, but if not and Danny gets in our way, he’s going to be a statistic.”
MF: “J-P, Kai and Aina are watching the doors.”
CE: “Good. We’re done here. Let’s get out of this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:14:55 GMT -5
Cut to Matt Folz entering the New Guard lockerroom carrying a package, his newly 'Earned' DDT title around his waist.
CE: So, didn't take you long to break that "no backstage attacks" pledge of yours huh?
MF: Technically I didn't, gotta love the rules concerning this belt. Hell, I don't even want the thing, but it'll make for a nice visual on Wednesday, after that I'll give it to someone.
CE (Nodding): What's in the package? Oh, don't tell me that's....
MF (Sighing): We agreed we were going to give this to Stan when the time was right.
CE: Still can't believe you spent money on that.
SF: Spend money on what? What's in the box?
MF: Bought this as kind of a welcoming gift the night you agreed to join us, obviously couldn't give it to you until today.
Folz hands over the package, Fulton opens it and smirks.
JP (Looking over Stan's shoulder): Damn, that's ugly. Not that that green and gold stuff is any better, knowwhatI'msayin?
SF: Must have killed you to buy this.
MF: Brother, you have no idea. But even Chris and I have to reluctantly agree he's the best running back in the league right now.
Cut to Stan holding up a purple number 28 jersey.
SF: Thank you, I appreciate it very much. To the New Guard.
Everyone together: To the New Guard.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:15:37 GMT -5
*Stank is at Flair's Sandwich Stand when he is approached by Eric O' Mac and Attitude Adjuster.*
Stank - What's with the tennis racket, Alan?
*AA is wearing a suit with a dark red shirt and white tie. He carries with him a Dunlop Tennis Racket concealed within a black cover. Eric looks over at AA then hangs his head, massaging his forehead as he tries to stave off the onset of a migraine.*
EOM - He thinks he is my manager.
*Alan points the racket at Stank.*
AA - You know what your problem is big man, huh? You know what your problem is? You LACK the good sense GOD gave to a TICK on the neck of a starving dog in the summer's HEAT, that's what!
Stank - Huh?
AA - Let me tell you something, Stank! Let me paint you a picture! THIS man *points to Eric* is under MY purvue, you get me?
EOM/Stank - No.
AA - That means WHATEVER he wants... I MAKE sure it happens!
EOM - Why is Fire still commissioner?
AA - I'm working on that.
EOM - I'm still not World Heavyweight Champion.
AA - You have to give me some time.
EOM - Why do you keep losing matches for us when we team up?
AA - That's WHAT managers DO!
EOM - GOD! WHY am I paying you?
AA - I'm getting paid?
EOM - COULD you AT LEAST, knock STANK upside his head with that TENNIS RACKET??
AA - ...
EOM - DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE!
*AA shrugs his shoulders and advances on Stank. Stank calmly blocks the tennis shot, lifts AA onto his shoulders, and delivers a STANK-U on AA through Flair's Sandwich Stand!*
Ric Flair - Not cool, brother.
Stank - Sorry about that. I'll pay for the damages.
EOM - REALLY? THIS? This is all you have to offer?
*Attitude Adjuster groans.*
AA - I'll make it up to you.
Stank - Well if we're done here, gentlemen, I have somewhere I need to be.
*Stank walks away, while Eric O'Mac stares down at Attitude Adjuster.*
EOM - Was I JUST in a COMEDY PROMO?
*AA grabs the tennis racket lying nearby and staggers to his feet.*
AA - Uhh... didn't feel like comedy.
*Eric reaches for AA's tennis racket.*
EOM - GIVE ME THAT!
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:16:17 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., can I get your comments on what happened Sunday night?”
LDW: “This week Outback Jack and I are facing the Texpress in what should be a tremendous match. With any luck, the winners will get the chance to face Stank and Davin Moreland next week…because THAT is exactly how much attention the New Guard deserves.”
But I’m a generous guy, so I’ll play along. The New Guard want to style themselves as outlaws, fighting against the system for what’s rightfully theirs. Well, then glass ceiling, thy name is L.D. Williams. To get what they want, the New Guard is going to have to go through me.
‘Cause you haven’t got it yet, have you Chris? Sure, you guys have all the gold, as you keep pointing out, but that’s not enough. What you really want is relevance…respect...to be recognized and remembered for what you’ve accomplished. For that, you’ve got a ways to go. That little stunt you pulled Sunday night? My advice is to milk it. Ride that puppy for all it’s worth, because it’ll never be this easy again. From here on out, you’re going to have to scratch and claw just to hang on to what you have, never mind making any gains.
And Chris, any time you want to test your theory that eliminating one of will make the others stronger, I’ll be happy to make you the guinea pig. If I were your partners, I’d be wondering which one you plan to sacrifice.”
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:16:47 GMT -5
Cut to LD Williams walking away after his promo, hearing sarcastic clapping from behind him. Turning to see Matt Folz standing there.
MF: Nice promo.
LD: Something you want?
MF: There's not a wrestler in this company I respect more than you. Watching one of your matches is like watching a work of art, I really mean that. But you know what? FUCK respect, this is about all of us finally getting our shot.
LD: Well well well, look who finally grew a set of balls, for what, another week, maybe 2 before you take your ball and go home again? Trust me, you don't want any part of me.
MF: Any time, any place, whenever you want.
LD: Easy to talk a big game, the question is, can you back it up?
MF: Like I said, anytime, any place. Just you and me, I'll even have it in writing that the New Guard is banned from ringside if you want. No better way to show how we're taking over than for me to embarrass the best wrestler in the company.
LD: I can't tell if you're crazy or suicidal,but I"ll be ready whenever Selena makes the match. Enjoy your last few weeks in the company.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:17:38 GMT -5
Fire is standing outside looking into the night sky, but with sunglasses on, possibly still hung over, smoking. Davin Moreland comes up beside her.
DM: Cuz.
FW: Cuz.
DM: Thanksgiving went well, I see.
FW: It did. Yours?
DM: Fantastic.
FW: ....
DM: ....
FW: ....
DM: So....
FW: What do you want?
DM: No Old Guard for you?
FW: No, Davin. I told Stank, and LD. I can't right now.
Firewoman gets a flask out and takes a drink. Davin raises an eyebrow.
FW: Oh, please...Hair of the dog.
DM: Uh huh...need I remind you of your family history?
FW: Ugh, no, that's all I heard about this weekend...meetings this and sponsors that....
DM: What about your meds? What are you taking?
FW: I dunno, Lucky has the list. I can't pronounce them.
DM: Because you know, some of them don't mix well with alcohol....
FW: Davin, I have parents...I don't need another one.
DM: ....
FW: ....What?
DM: So, not getting involved with Old and New Guards...not interfering with Moose and Alex.
FW: Nope. *sip*
DM: Well, it's just as well...I got it all under control. *Davin does the Backward Knuckle Crack of Confidence*
FW: Uh huh..... *sip*
DM: You didn't go see Danny.
FW: No, no I did not. But...you guys are right...he can hear you.
DM: Yeah?
FW: As time passes, and in the therapy sessions, I'm kind of able to remember stuff....I know when I was there......I could hear stuff...you and Alex....Eco said it was just a dream...
DM: It wasn't. I was there.
FW: I know. I thought about going to visit but....too familiar....I just figured I'd come ahead here and make sure there was security ready for when everyone got her. Vic is keeping me informed.
DM: Okay.....you know....you're in a match with him.
FW: Yep. *sip*
DM: You ready?
FW: It's a five on five.
DM: So?
FW: So, the chances are I won't have to worry about it. *sip*
DM: Uh huh...look...it's not like you to duck--
FW: Hey, fuck off. If I was ducking him, I'd have Selena take me out of the match.
DM: Oh good...drinking AND lying to yourself. It's like a two for one.
FW: Okay, just go away now.
DM: All I'm saying....this is going to be a rough few months, and I'm not talking about the gang warfare. I'm not even talking about the never ending "I'm darker and more evil than thou" contest between Alex and Moose...Just...don't let them drag you back down with them while you get through the many anniversaries coming up.
Fire gives Davin a bit of a sneer, but then relaxes and nods. He nods back, and goes back inside. Fire takes another drink, draining her flask, extinguishes her cigarette, and also goes inside.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 4:18:09 GMT -5
We see outside the arena, where a Pink Cadillac pulls up. A very tired looking Dashing Victor Deniro gets out of it. He pauses momentarily and rubs his hand along the hood. He cracks a small smirk.
DVD: You would have to pick the pink one wouldn't you Danny.
Mentioning his wounded friend, quickly wipes the smile from his face. He sighs deeply before making a bee line towards the Destroyatorium. He enters, and Ashley and Shotglass quickly rush to meet him.
Ashley: How's Danny?
DVD: He is stable, but still hasn't fully come to. Spencer is still with him, but I had to come back to make sure everyone else was doing well.
DVD now notices that the place is empty.
DVD: Speaking of which were is everyone. Please tell me they haven't rushed into a fight already?
Ashley: No, LD is with OBJ, I think they are prepping for their match, and El Lobo is getting a final medical check after the chair shot from Eco.
DVD: Chair shot from Eco? Great, with all the new guard stuff, I almost forgot about those psychos as well. What match are OBJ and LD in anyways, I haven't seen the card.
Ashley: They are taking on the Texexpress.
DVD: And the New Guard?
Ashley: They all have the night off.
DVD's eyes narrow.
DVD: I will head over to check on Lobo in a minute, but I have a stop to make first.
Vic leaves the bar, and we get a quick cut to seeing him outside the Texpress locker room. Vic knocks on the door, and Bridgette answers.
Bridgette: You need something Vic?
DVD: (motioning towards the locker room) How are the boys.
Bridgette: A little bruised up, and angry, but otherwise they are recouping well.
DVD: Good to hear. They have a match against LD and OBJ this week, they used to be one hell of a tag team themselves.
Bridgette: Yeah, Zane has filled me in.
DVD: I want you to let them know, that even with Danny laid up, I will still be at ringside with OBJ keeping an eye out.
Bridgette: (looking a little taken aback) You don't trust them to keep it clean?
DVD: It's not them I'm worried about. Don't you find it a little strange that four of the guys the New Guard have targeted lately are in a match where they will have to focus on each other, while the New Guard conveniently gets the night off? Let them know that it's not just Jacks back that I will be looking out for that night.
With that Vic starts to head towards medical.
Bridgette: I will let them no, and Vic, thanks.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 6:18:05 GMT -5
Time lapse in reverse...back in the elevator. Alexander Darling is going down in the elevator after seeing Davin...when it stops.Alex: Huh? Oh, whatever... Alex opens the panel, looking for a start or call button. Suddenly, he hears rustling on the top of the elevator. The panel slides open...and a man drops down...Ecosystem.Alex: Of course. Of course you. Looking to get one back for Master Jackie. Eco: He told me to do whatever I want. Do you know what I want? Alex: A friend? A sense of morality? A better haircut? Eco: I want my scalpel. (Eco reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long, sharp one, clearly stolen from the hospital.) Thank you, nurse. Alex rushes toward Eco, but Eco swings the scalpel out front, forcing Alex to dodge. Using the distraction, Eco kicks Alex hard against the wall. Eco is about to jump toward him when another figure drops behind him--swinging his own razor around to his neck.Mai Muyo: Back off. Eco steps away from Alex. Alex steps toward him, but Mai brandishes her blades at him.Mai: A moment. (She turns to Eco.) What did I tell you? Eco: Don't go after the Darlings until Moose tells me I can. Mai: No. And you know that's not what I told you. Mai: And what did he say? Eco: "Do whatever you want. All bets are off." Mai: Nothing explicit about having to assault Alex, is there? Eco: No. Mai: You disobeyed me. Eco: Dis--disobeyed you? Mai, you're my sister. I am not beholden to you. You have gotten involved in my business one too many-- Mai: According to who? Eco: Excuse me? Mai: Who says I have gotten involved in your business too much? Eco: ...Me. Mai: Who chose to attack Lobo? Eco: Me. Mai: Who made the decision to attack Alex? Eco: It was for Moose... Mai: You. Eco: Me. Mai: You say you don't want to listen to me. And that's fine. But as we stand in this elevator, you can listen to three people. You can listen to me. You can listen to the Faciest Face Who Ever Faced While Actually Talking-- Alex: Doesn't have the same ring. Mai: --or you can listen to yourself. There's no one else here. No Moose, no Him. So who do you want to listen to? Eco: ... Mai: See, Junichiro, I know something you did recently. I know that you made a choice about listening to yourself. Eco: How did you-- Mai: I got you a refill to boot. Mai tosses Eco an orange bottle of pills. Surprisingly, Eco throws aside the scalpel to catch the bottle. He holds it, hands shaking.Mai: I'm not going to tell you what to do. But you know what-- Eco: I do. Eco unscrews the top, pours out two pills, swallows them.Eco: These won't kick in for at least a few hours. Mai: Say they did. What would you tell me? Eco: ...I'd tell you to press the top left button. Mai does, and the elevator goes down, opening at the lobby. Mai brandishes her blades toward Alex in front of the crowd waiting for the elevator and pushes him out. The crowd piles in to the elevator where Eco sits in the corner. The doors close.Alex: ...I don't know what you're doing with him, but don't expect me to allow him and Jack to go ahead and-- Mai: (turns sharply) Alex, I expect nothing of you. Mai walks out.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 9:20:00 GMT -5
Pan across the empty arena. The camera flys over all the seating areas, then zooms in on one random row of seats. It lingers on seat one of that row (we see the numbering plate bolted to the edge of the seat) and seems to pause for a moment.
Then we hear the voice of Ricky Soaring Eagle.
“Tomorrow I am in a 5 on five elimination match. Tomorrow I have four partners, all of whom seem to have the same proclivity for inflicting pain as I do. Four others wo enjoy beating the shit out of someone.
Tomorrow, I have not one”
Camera pans to seat two
“Not two”
Camera pans to seat three
“Not Three”
Camera pans to seat four
“Not four”
Camera pans to seat five, then up to where he is standing behind the seat
“But five people to take out my anger on. Good news for me. Very, VERY BAD FOR THEM. So to the twins Darling, Firewoman, Usagi, and Lobo, I advise you to put up a decent fight. I want the match to last as long as it can. I want you to suffer as much as possible. IF the match is over to quickly, and I do not get to kick each and every one of your asses thoroughly, I will get angry. VERY ANGRY.
And to my partners, I will need my fair share of the destruction. Keep me involved in the match, or once the bell sounds, and our massacre is complete, you may well find YOU have angered me as well. I warn ALL of you…
DON’T.
MAKE.
ME.
ANGRY.”
He grabs the seat, and in two or three quick tugs, rips it out of the concrete and hurls it up the steps. We watch it sail through the air a good 15-20 rows up, break into a couple of pieces, and then the screen goes black
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 17:37:59 GMT -5
The incredibly handsome and talented, and your Onslaught Champion, J-P Sparxx is chilaxin’ on a brand new seude sofa with Matt Folz at the other end.
J-PS: Yo yo yo, welcum ladies an’ gents. In honor of the expansion an’ shit of da New Guard, it’s J-P Sparxx’s semi-irregular Top Ten Frauds a da Week.
Matt golf claps.
J-PS: I gots ma New Guard bro Mattie Lice to assist me…
MF: DON’T call me that.
J-PS: I say it wit nuthin’ but love bro, knowwhatI’msayin’? Anyway, also assisting me by lookin’ so damn fine in a brand new thong…ma girl Jewel.
Jewel comes out holding numbers on large posterboards, but is wearing footy pajamas.
J-PS: Baby! Where’s da bikini I just bought ya?
Jewel: It’s like five degrees J-P, I ain’t wearin’ dat shit fo dis!
J-PS: A’ight, I feel ya. But I’m gonan feel yo fine ass in dat bikini lata, knowhatI’msayin’?
Jewel: I sho do baby, an’ we’ll see.
MF: Don’t make me picture that.
J-PS: Let’s git dis thing started, ya feel me? Matt, will ya do the honors?
MF: Number 10.
Jewel holds up the 10.
MF: Numba Ten is…The OOWF.
J-PS: Contraulations bitches. Dis is what it’s like ta have ya asses owned.
MF: Pwned?
J-PS: Wow…just wow. Anyway, look bitches. We gots you. Ya never saw it comin’ We gots all da gold an’ we gots all da talent. Ya can try ta stop us, but you’ll be unsuccessful an’ shit, knowwhatI’msayin’? Who next?
MF: Number Nine.
Jewel holds up number nine.
MF: The NBA Players.
J-PS: Ma dawgs! Wha happened? Ya held out…fo dis? You bitches got robbed! It’s like dudes broke into your crib an’ ya just handed ‘em shit. Way to puss out bros. If ya gonna stand up fo yoselves, DO IT! KnowwhatI’msayin’? Disappointed, man, disappointed. I don’t wanna talk ‘bout der asses, who next?
MF: Number Eight.
Jewel holds up number eight.
MF: Texpress.
J-PS: Ah yes, da FORMER tag team champions, an’ so-called measrin’ sticks. Know what I heard? I heard dey keep dose measurin’ sticks to measure der dicks in hope dey grow sum more, knowwhatI’msayin’?
Jewel starts laughing.
J-PS: Yo, I heard dose redneck sunbitches was hung like field mice.
Matt is even laughing.
J-PS: In all seriousness…tho I’m not kiddin’ ‘bout your puny ass dicks, I don’t like rednecks, so I’m glad our Hawaiian boys took yo belts away. Ya ain’t deserved ‘em since country music was cool.
Jewel: Which was never.
J-PS: Which was never. Man I hate rednecks. Who next Matt?
MF: Number seven.
Jewel holds up number seven.
MF: Matt Folz. What the fuck?
J-PS: bro, you’re the only member of New Guard without a belt. Ya gotsta step up yo game, knowwhatI’msayin’?
MF: There are no more belts! Who do you want me to challenge? You?
J-PS: Yeah. Like dat could happen. Who next?
Matt glares at J-P, but continues.
MF: Number Six.
Jewel holds up number six.
MF: El Lobo Sangriento.
J-PS: Yo, El Loko, ya had yo chance ta join us fleabag wolf boy. But’cha had to be what all da fans wanted an’ “do da right thing.” Ya know what da right thing is? What’s best fo you, knowwhatI’msayin’? But instead of joinin’ da best group OOWF has eva seen, ya got buddy buddy with Drink & Destroy. Bad career move, Loko, knowwhatI’msayin’? Now since yo not wit us. Ya against us. Ya feel me? Who next Mattie?
MF: Number Five.
Jewel holds up number five.
MF: Psykle.
J-PS: Ya know I actually think Psykle’s a bad ass dude. But like El Loko, he turned us down. Bad move, son. He too tied up with Firewoman an’ all dat shit. Son, it’s easier ta get ass. Now, I’m sure her tomato can hubby ain’t pleasing her since I hear he’s hung even worse dan those Texas retards, an’ I hear she’s pretty open. All da time, knowwhatI’msayin’?
J-P offers Matt a fistbump, but Matt just rolls his eyes.
J-PS: Ma point is der are mo impotant things bro. Ya gots ta prioritize. Ya gots potential. Ya feel me son? Der might still be room on da New Guard train. If ya want it. An’ we want you. Movin’ on. Matt…
MF: Number Four.
Jewel holds up number four.
MF: Moosehead Jack.
J-PS: Moose Ass Jack. Dude’s crazy. Plain an’ simple. He keeps thinkin’ sum dude talkin’ ta his crazy ass. Ain’t no one talkin’ to yo crazy ass, ‘cuz no one wants to, knowwhatI’msayin’? Bu hey, keep talkin’ to yoself in da mirror. Maybe some nice men in white jumpsuits will bring you a shiny new jacket and do us all a favor. Psych Ward’s gon git’cha. Can’t happen soon enuff. Let’s go. Next.
MF: Number Three.
Jewel holds up number three.
MF: Alexander Darling.
J-PS: Dis dude ain’t worth ma time. He goes from World Champ to challengin’ fo da Trios in no time flat. No disrespect to my Hawaiian boys, ‘cuz dey seem ta like ya, but you suck dude. Dat’s all I can really say on ‘im. Makes ma head hurt. Who next?
MF: Number Two.
Jewel holds up number two.
MF: Davin Moreland.
J-PS: Davin “Daddy” Moreland. Dis hurts me bro, it really does. You done a lot fo my career. You was my idol an’ shit. I still think you got it bro, but’cha gone soft. Ya gone softer dan the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Jewel: Softer than Texpress on date night.
J-P, Jewel, and Matt laugh.
MF: Softer than Darling on his honeymoon.
They all laugh again.
J-PS: Mattie Lice got jokes. Oh God, lemme compose myself.
J-P sits up, clears his throat.
J-PS: A’ight, Davs. See, I was gon’ leave ya off dis list, den ya had ta text me dat bullshit. I need ta step up MY game? Son, look around you. I’m surrounded by the best group a talent in wrestlin’ history. I am da Onstar Champion. We all gots belts, ‘cept for Mattie Lice over here.
MF: Keep it up…
J-PS: Where’s yo friends? Where’s yo belt? Ya ain’t gots none. Ya surrounded by chicks you ain’t bangin’ and used diapers. Pretty soon, ya might need one fo yoself, knowwhatI’msayin’?
MF: he should buy stock in Depends™
J-PS: Dude, Mattie Lice is brigin’ it! Alright Mattie, do the honors of intro’in’ Numba One.
MF: And the Number One Fraud of the Week is…
Jewel holds up number one and sticks her hip out with a smile.
MF: “Dynamite” Danny Taylor!
J-P laughs.
J-PS: Omigod, did you see dat? Dude gets one shot at the World Title an’ ends up in da hospital. I dunno wha happened.
J-P and Matt look at each other and laugh. J-P rolls on the couch a little bit.
J-PS: Way to show up son, knowwhatI’msayin’? You too coulda joined us, but ya chose ta stick with your bar. A BAR?!?! Guess what? Now, we don’t want yo ass. Ya finally got yo shot in da spotlight an’ ya choke dan da Detroit Lions.
Matt holds his arms up like he did something.
J-PS: Altho ya did do sumthin’ productive. Ya gots me to change the New Guard motto. Ya either with us…o yo ass end up in da hospital. KnowwhatI’msayin’? Dat goes fo all you bitches. Ya can join us, or ya can stay outta our way, ‘cuz if ya don’t…ask DOA Danny Taylor whut happens.
Jewel: I thought he was mute or sum shit?
J-PS: A’ight, don’t ask him. Whatever. Jewel, baby, ya just ruined ma bit.
Jewel: I’m sorry baby.
J-PS: It a’ight. I just take it outta yo fine ass lata.
Jewel: Promise?
MF: That’s my cue.
J-P looks to the ninja cameraman.
J-PS: Dats yo cue too bitch. Deuces. Com’ere baby.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 17:38:29 GMT -5
*Fade in to the medical wing of the Three-Gun Arena in Rivière-Trois-Pistoles, Quebec, where we find El Lobo Sangriento LEAVING~! the doctor’s office and entering the Hallway of Hallway of There’s the Guy I Was Looking For and Promos (it’s a small arena, so the Hallways are combined – hell, the “medical wing” is really just the clangy pole storage area with some white sheets spread over some cots. Anyone know when we’ll be getting back to some legit venues? I can’t believe we’re working in this shi–
ELS: *Ahem*
Voiceover Guy: Sorry. Did I run long?
ELS: That and attempted catchphrase infringement. You done?
VG: I’m done. No, hold on...
*Lobo is just about to promo when he not-so-randomly encounters Dashing Victor Dinero…
DVD: Lobo. Just the guy I was looking for. How’s the head?
ELS: Not too bad, thanks. Doc said it’s a very mild concussion. Nothing to worry about. I’m cleared for tonight. How’s Danny?
DVD: He’s been better, but you know Danny. He’ll fight his way through this. Hey, do you want me out there with you tonight? I can watch your back and keep an eye out for the New Guard.
ELS: Your call, chief. I’m guessing it’s going to get pretty chaotic out there whether the New Guard shows up or not. There’s a lot of bad blood between the teams. You’re welcome to come out if you don’t mind getting caught in the crossfire.
DVD: We’ll play it by ear.
ELS: Sounds good, man. I’ve got some promo business to catch up on, then I’m heading to the hospital to check on Danny before Mayhem. I’ll catch you later.
*Vic heads off as Lobo turns to the camera…
ELS: Now, on to tonight’s business. Ricky Soaring Eagle – I have to admit, I’ve been a bit busy, so I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. My apologies. I’m sure we’ll get acquainted in the ring tonight.
ELS: Psykle – I sincerely hope that psychotic episode you had with IQ was just a temporary setback. You’ve got all the potential in the world, and it’d be a shame to see you waste it by becoming a giant rage monster.
ELS: Ghosthead – Man, we haven’t even started to settle our score, have we? I look forward to going one-on-one with you again soon, but tonight, I’m going to show you what it’s like to have friends. You have no idea what you’re missing.
ELS: Saints of Sinners – You guys are in for a world of hurt tonight. You’ve crossed every line there is, and you need to be stopped.
ELS: And to my partners tonight – Let’s not stop them. Seriously. Let’s slow them down and keep them from doing too much damage for a bit, but I don’t want to stop them. I want to save them for Danny. He’ll be back, and when he gets here, I want there to be something left of Saints of Sinners for him to obliterate.
ELS: And finally, to the New Guard – Congrats, guys. You may have no morals and no decency, but you do have all the gold. Do I regret declining your offer? Not a bit. I was going to say I want nothing to do with your little group, but that’s not entirely true. What I intend to do is take you on and defeat you one by one. So, who gets the first shot? Well, since he ran his mouth most recently, I’ll give it to Sparky. Do you know what I am saying?
ELS: Wolfpack out.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 30, 2011 17:39:19 GMT -5
*Davin's on his phone. Irate. Samantha is equally irate. It's on speakerphone. There's a lawyer on the other end.*
DM: You fucking DO something about it! That's what we pay you for, jackass!
SM: Yeah! Why the fuck did we bother with trademarks if YOU'RE NOT GOING TO ENFORCE THEM??!?
AL: *trying to stay calm* Listen. Davin. Samantha. This JUST happened.
DM: I don't give a blue FUCK when it happened. We pay you and your firm a TON of money to take care of this shit. So TAKE CARE OF IT!
AL: What do you want to do?
SM: Davin, so help me, I will STRANGLE this motherfucker.
DM: Gimmick Infringement. Copyright Infringement. Trademark Infringement. I don't fucking CARE. You go to civil court, get a default summary judgement, ok? I want those pricks eating ramen noodles for the next year. Do you understand me? I want J-P's weed money. Got me? They want to be young and hungry? They wanna be YOUNGRY? Good. They can get their fucking wish when they're WALKING to the next event because they can't afford gas for Stan's Kia. Is that clear enough for you? Or should I draw you a fucking diagram next?
AL: I got it. I got it Davin. We're putting together the brief now. It will be taken care of by the end of business.
SM: You do that, ass!
*The phone goes silent*
DM: Pretty slick, J-P. You prove every day that Davin's your hero. You should have known that your little stunt would end up this way.
SM: You see, there's a drawback with being young and hungry when you're up against "old vets". You see, they don't have to attack you backstage or any other stupid shit. When you're young, you're also inexperienced. In other words, stupid. And when you do stupid things like ripping off a trademark - you're going to be hurt far worse than any rebar to the head could possibly accomplish.
DM: You're going to be hurt in the wallet. And not just a little. Paychecks? Garnished. Endorsement futures? Garnished. Appearances? Garnished. See, Samantha's not stupid. We're protected for a ridiculously high amount of money for trademark infringement. And we WILL recoup our losses. When I say you'll be eating Ramen Noodles for the next year? I'm not kidding. You may want to consider pawning those title belts - because that's the money you'll be living on for the next year. J-P? You may as well have flushed all your weed money down the toilet. I doubt Jewel's going to be ok with that.
SM: Stupid, stupid...
DM: Did you just channel Randy Orton?
SM: Young. Stupid. No longer Lucky. It's a shame, the "New Guard" is going to be over before it got started. You had all sorts of potential there, kids. But, as was going to happen eventually, to put it like Sparxx, "You done fucked up, son".
DM: Cock a doodle doo, broke-ass motherfuckers!
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 1, 2011 9:04:34 GMT -5
Davin's lawyer calls him back.
DM: What?! Are they broke yet?
D'sL: There's a problem.
DM: I don't wanna hear about problems. What problem?
D'sL: There's precedent.
DM: What are you talking about?
D''sL: During GFY's run, you allowed Mr. Sparxx to use your trademark. It only happened once and it doesn't necessarily prevent a lawsuit, but it's a lot dicier as a result of your allowing him to use it.
Davin throws his phone across his dressing room.
DM: Muther...!
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 1, 2011 9:05:31 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into GM Selena's office.
FW: You wanted to see me?
GMSa-T: Yup, here, have a cookie.
FW: I don't want...are those Oreos(tm)?
GMSa-T: Yup, I just landed them as a new sponsor.
Firewoman has a barely audible squeal as she takes a handful of Oreos from Selena and sits down.
GMSa-T: You're welcome.
After Firewoman eats a few she realizes something must be up.
FW: Okay, I know you didn't call me in here to give me cookies.
GMSa-T: No, I'm adding a duty to your job.
FW: What now? Am I in charge of maintenance too?
GMSa-T: No, well maybe, I'm not totally sure what you're in charge of exactly, but anyway, it's a shared duty.
FW: With who?
GMSa-T: With ME!
FW: I am NOT walking your seal.
GMSa-T: Seals don't walk. They kinda...well I don't know what it's called, but it kinda looks like they're doing the Worm.
FW: Selena? Focus. What are we doing...together?
GMSa-T: Oh, booking.
Firewoman nearly spits out a cookie.
FW: You want me to book? Actual matches? On Mayhem? Really?
GMSa-T: Yeah, totally. We'll split 'em up and stuff.
FW: You're giving ME that authority?
GMSa-T: I won't let you do anything crazy. And you will do the same for me.
FW: Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why?
GMSa-T: Well, I'm kinda getting tired of people saying I'm biased.
FW: You are biased.
GMSa-T: Just against Texpress because they've been nothing but turds to me. Haha. Turds.
FW: So I'm booking Texpress then?
GMSa-T: Not totally, but you get the idea. People wanna say I'm biased, well, now I'm not the only one to blame. The duck doesn't stop here.
FW: Duck? You mean 'Buck'?
GMSa-T: Well yeah, but duckies are so much cuter. Hm, I should see if AFLAC(tm) wants to sponsor us.
FW: So this starts next week?
GMSa-T: Sure. We can meet after Mayhem. Provided nothing happens to you in your match. Although I could go to the hospital if I need to...
GMSa-T: I'll see you later tonight then.
Firewoman gets up to leave, but lingers, looking at Selena. Selena smiles at Firewoman and hands her the rest of the Oreos(tm).
FW: Thank you.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 1, 2011 9:06:07 GMT -5
Ghosthead - Yes Lobo you have experienced only a taste of the ultimate sorrow I wish to bestow upon you. Tonight however we find ourselves on seperate teams. Tonight a measure of the roster will learn what it is to find themselves opposed to the Ghosthead Killer.
I know some of Usagi from his exploits in Japan. The same can be said of the Darlings and Firewoman from their legendary dealings with Poe. I never had the pleasure of competing against any of them, however, so I look forward to testing them in battle and I will do what I must to obtain victory.
I have all the skill available to me to do just that. Trained in the dark arts taught to me by Sensei Mutoh himself. Master of the will to inflict hurt. Do not let the theatrics fool you. I am the very.. best.. at what I do because I am the Ghosthead Killer, The Death knell. To live is to endure. Underestimate me at your own peril.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 1, 2011 9:06:29 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Riviere Trois Pistoles, Quebec Canada COMRADE SHARKOFF vs. JACQUES DEGUERREDe Guerre is a local worker who is very popular with the fans. Sharkoff……is not. He attacks DeGuerre from behind to start the match and beats him mercilessly. Sharkoff overpowers the smaller DeGuerre and throws him outside the ring and smashes his head into the ring post opening a nasty gash on his head. Sharkoff shows no mercy and rolls him back into the ring and lifts him onto his shoulder in a back breaker. DeGuerre, to his credit, doesn’t quit, so Sharkoff runs him into the corner, then lets him fall to the mat and walks around the ring to a chorus of boos. DeGuerre gets to his feet and Sharkoff charges into the corner, but DeGuerre moves out of the way. Sharkoff slams into the turnbuckle and staggers to the middle of the ring and falls to the mat. DeGuerre climbs to the top rope and hits a missile drop kick and covers for a two count. The crowd roars for DeGuerre and he heads back to the top rope and leaps, trying for a clothesline, but Sharkoff is back on his feet and KILLS DeGuerre with a RUSSIAN SICKLE while he is in mid air! DeGuerre does a complete 180 and slams to the mat. Sharkoff rolls him over, then pins him with one foot. WINNER in 5:01 – Comrade Sharkoff
STANK & DAVIN MORELAND vs. ERIC O’MAC & ATTITUDE ADJUSTEREric and AA are out first and the crowd boos them loudly. AA plays up the crowd, while Eric just looks annoyed. The Greatest Tag Team in the World is announced next and Stank and Davin make their way to the ring to the roar of the crowd. AA and Eric try to attack, but Davin and Stank fend off the attack and send Eric and AA outside the ring to the floor. Davin grabs Eric from the outside to pull him in, but AA slides in and hits a low blow on Davin while the referee is getting Stank out of the ring. The heels cut the ring in half and beat down Davin for a bit. Davin fights back and makes the tag to Stank and Stank cleans house. AA attacks Stank from behind and Stank turns around, goozles AA and DRIVES him to the mat with a CHOKESLAM! Stank pulls him up and he and Davin batter him with double team moves, leaving him bloody. AA staggers toward his corner and falls down, making the tag to Eric. Eric leaps to the top rope and tries a cross body block on Stank, but Stank catches him, hefts him to his shoulders, tags in Davin, then throws Eric in the air, on the way down, Davin catches him with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER, covers, and gets the three count. WINNERS in 10:14 – Stank and Davin MorelandPost-match, Davin gets right on the mat next to Eric and starts talking trash. Some of it must have been funny, because Stank is even laughing at this point. AA takes this opportunity to sneak into the ring, with a fist full of something. That is, until Stank gives him the "Child, please"-look. AA drops his roll of Loonies and heads to the back. TEXPRESS vs. FEAR USThe LD Tag Team Reunion Tour continues on. He and Jack are announced first and they get a HUGE ovation from the crowd. Texpress is out next, and they get a nice ovation, but nowhere near what LD got. The four men shake hands and the match begins. Texpress get the early advantage and keep Jack in the corner and work him over with double team moves. Fear Us quickly shows there is no ring rust on their team and take the advantage and isolate Zane and get several near falls. Fear Us keep Zane down using quick tags and Andersons like precision strikes, working over Zane’s neck and shoulder. The crowd rallies both teams, even though their main support is behind LD. We pass the twenty minute mark and the time keeper announces that there is ten minutes left in the match. Zane finally fights out of the double teams and catches Jack with a powerslam. Both men are down and the referee starts the ten count. Jack tags LD at seven and he charges into the ring, but Zane dives and tags Chad. The two of them tear down the house until we get to three minutes left, then the match goes into overdrive as both teams try to hit everything in their arsenal to get the win. In the end, neither can keep the other down and the match ends with a thirty minute draw with all four men in the ring. WINNER – 30:00 Time Limit DrawThe four men shake hands, and raise one another’s hands in victory as the crowd cheers all of them. RABBIT MASK, EL LOBO SANGRIENTO, FIREWOMAN, ALEANDER DARLING & ALEXIS DARLING vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE, GHOSTHEAD, PSYKLE, MOOSEHEAD JACK & ECOSYSTEM – Elimination MatchOur version of a proper Survivor Series, only with about a million times the violence and hate. Seriously, whose idea was it to put these two teams together? Rabbit Mask starts things off for his team and calls out Soaring Eagle. They brawl for a few minutes, then we begin the process of each side tagging in someone from their team to hit a move, then try for pins. No one gets pinned and we have a standoff. Moose and Fire end up in the ring and the two siblings go nose to nose. Moose rakes Fire’s eyes, then grabs her by the hair and drags her to his corner and tags in Eco. Eco steps between the ropes, but Fire never sees him, she fights out of the corner with blind rage, elbowing everyone and throwing punches until she is free to cross the ring and make the tag. Alex and Eco go at it for a moment, then Eco tags Moose in, and the two of them tear into one another with a savagery that we rarely see. The brawl spills out of the ring and both Moose and Alex grab whatever is not nailed down and begin hammering one another with it. Finally the referee has had enough and calls for the bell. Moosehead Jack and Alexander Darling are disqualified, both men are eliminatedThe match breaks down a bit and Firewoman ends up in the ring with Eco. Eco stares at her and Fire shrinks a little, then Eco calls her Lisa, and Fire explodes. She has Eco on the mat and tries for a BEST FIRESAULT EVER, but Eco rolls out of the way. Fire lands on her feet, with the referee distracted, she turns around to run the ropes, but Moose is standing there with a chair! Fire glares at him for a second, but before she can react, he SLAMS the chair down on her head. From outside the ring, Alex grabs Moose and pulls him out and they continue to brawl. Eco grabs a dazed and barely conscious Firewoman from behind and rolls her up for the three count. Firewoman has been eliminatedEco gets to his feet and Alexis grabs him and slams him into the turnbuckle. She charges in, but Eco moves out of the way and Alexis slams into the turnbuckle. Eco sets her up for the ENDGAME, but Alexis slips out of it, grabs Eco in a full-nelson and snaps off a PERFECT DRAGON SUPLEX, dropping Eco right on the back of his head. Alexis bridges, and gets the three count! Ecosystem has been eliminatedAfter that flurry of eliminations, the match slows down a bit. Psykle comes in and clubs Alexis to the mat with a clothesline to the back of the head. Psykle, Soaring Eagle and Ghosthead work well together keeping Alexis in their corner brutalizing her. Alexis comes close to making the tag several times, but she can’t quite make it to her corner. Soaring Eagle pulls Alexis to her feet, and Alexis staggers him with an enzuguri to the back of the head staggering him. Alexis gets a few kicks in then charges toward Soaring Eagle trying to leap over him to get to her corner, but Soaring Eagle catches her and HOT SHOTS her on the top rope! Lexie’s head snaps back and she falls to the middle of the ring. Soaring Eagle tags in Ghosthead and he pulls Alexis up and hits the HORROR DRIVER! Ghosthead covers and gets the three count. Alexis Darling has been eliminatedEl Lobo Sangriento charges into the ring and nearly SPEARS Ghosthead out of his boots. The two of them brawl around the ring. Ghosthead manages to tag in Psykle, and once again they use the numbers advantage to keep Lobo isolated. It doesn’t last long though, Lobo fights them off and pulls Ghosthead into the ring and hammers him with punches and it appears that Lobo snaps a little because he chokes Ghosthead. The referee tries to get him to break, but he refuses. The referee has had enough, and he disqualifies Lobo. El Lobo Sangriento has been eliminatedLobo leaves the ring, and Rabbit Mask tentatively enters the ring. Ghosthead recovers from the choke and glares at Lobo, who is halfway up the ramp. Ghosthead snarls and leaves the ring and charges at Lobo and the two of them brawl up the ramp. Security tries to separate them, but they can’t. The fight rages, and the referee counts Ghosthead out of the ring Ghosthead has been eliminatedRabbit Mask takes advantage of the confusion and charges into the corner and knocks Psykle off the apron and pulls Ricky Soaring Eagle into the ring and rolls him up for a quick two count. Rabbit Mask uses his speed to keep the two bigger men off balance and gets several near falls. The numbers catch up to him though, and he tries a moonsault on Psykle, but Psykle catches him and DRIVES him to the mat! Psykle and Soaring Eagle destroy Rabbit, taking their time and beating him mercilessly. Psykle pulls Rabbit to his feet and PUMMELS him with strikes then sets him on the top rope setting up for the PSYCHO DRIVER! But Rabbit leaps onto Psykle’s shoulders and snaps him to the mat with a hurracarana! He wraps a stunned Psykle up and gets the one, two, THREE! Psykle kicks out a SECOND too late! Psykle has been eliminatedSoaring Eagle nearly takes Rabbit Mask’s head off with a clothesline. He pummels Rabbit in the corner, then pulls him out and hits the SITTING THUNDER! Soaring Eagle gives a casual cover, but somehow Rabbit kicks out! Soaring Eagle is STUNNED! Soaring Eagle spends the next few minutes battering Rabbit Mask, but somehow Rabbit keeps kicking out. The crowd is 100% behind Rabbit in this and they cheer him on. Soaring Eagle tries to hit the RETURN TO EARTH, but Rabbit slides down Soaring Eagle’s back and tries to take him over with a sunset flip, but Soaring Eagle drops a knee across his throat. Soaring Eagle walks around sneering at the crowd, then turns and bends over to pull Rabbit up, but Rabbit rolls Soaring Eagle into a small package, one, two, THREE! RABBIT MASK PULLS OFF THE IMPOSSIBLE! WINNER in 57:23 – Rabbit MaskRabbit Mask bails out of the ring where Soaring Eagle is FURIOUS. He celebrates with the fans, then heads to the back. Soaring Eagle pursues him, but Rabbit gets away. The New Guard’s music plays and they all come to the ring, each one holding a title, and in the case of the Flyin’ Hawaiians, two belts. The crowd boos them loudly, but they all ignore it. The six of them get into the ring and hold their titles high in the air, and the crowd boos even louder. Matt Folz grabs a mic. You can boo us all you want, but the fact remains that you are booing the future of the OOWF. <more boos>. You know, already, I am hearing how despicable our actions are, how we are already a menace to the OOWF, and, according to Russ’ facebook page, we are nothing more than a gang of vicious thugs.<Folz steps back and thinks about this for a minute> Now, I am not saying we are ABOVE smacking a few people around, and what happened to Danny, well that was just unfortunate, but go back and look at the tape, what WE did was betrayal, WE did not send Danny to the hospital, he was already on his way thanks to Moose. We just added a few shots so he understands that we are serious. <louder boos> Deal with it. You want to think we are nothing more than vicious thugs? Ok, Sparxx, come on up here front and center.<JP Sparxx and Jewell walk up to Matt Folz> I have rarely seen eye to eye with this man, but I know greatness when I see it. <boos> Boo all you want, do any of you idiots remember HOW Sparxx won this title? <crowd murmurs> that’s right, you are all like a bunch of goldfish, ten second memories. Mr. Sparxx won a match against Alexis Darling – I’ll get to HER later – and Honcho Williams, he OVERCAME the odds against an established tag team and won the match. Now, Sparxx could have taken the match at the pay per view against Moose. He could have spent those days training and preparing for one of the most sadistic wrestlers in the OOWF, but no. Sparxx grabbed the brass ring, and called Moose to the ring, and challenged him to a match THAT NIGHT. Now, JP, refresh my memory, what happened then?
JPS: I pinned that worthless has been Moosehead Jackass yo, the Spark done got him!
MF: That’s right, Sparxx pinned Moose……in THIRTY SIX SECONDS……CLEAN. Proving, he is the future of the OOWF. Now, Hawaiians, Kai, Aina, come on up here for a second<Kai, Aina and Noelani step forward, the crowd boos them loudly> MF: Again, boo all you want, you people wouldn’t recognize greatness if it took a dump on your poutine. Now, Kai, Aina, you boys have a lot of gold right now. Let’s start with the Trios titles that you hold 2/3 of, who did you guys beat to win those titles?
Aina: We pinned Drink and Destroy, Jack, Danny and Lobo. We tried to EARN some respect around here, by doing things the honorable way, but did that work? NO! It took Noelani here to open our eyes to the way the OOWF REALLY works!<Noelani asks for the mic, Folz hands it to her> N: I’m baaaaaack……did all you stupid haoles miss me?<the crowd nearly boos her out of the building, Noelani just laughs at them and hands the mic back to Folz> MF: And I assume you boys did something underhanded and dirty to get these titles, right?
Kai: The Kai does not need to cheat. We beat those jabronies CLEAN in the middle of the ring, one, two, three
MF: Interesting, interesting. Now, what about those tag team titles? I mean, since Texpress is the measuring stick of the OOWF, SURELY you had to cheat to beat them!
Kai: The Kai already told you, The Kai and his bruddah do not need to cheat. We beat Texpress clean, in the middle of the ring
MF: Well how about that! <crowd boos louder> These two beat Texpress AND Drink and Destroy, and they did it CLEAN! By OUT-WRESTLING them! And you idiots boo them! And you idiot announcers call us nothing but thugs? How bout we bring the OOWF Intercontinental champion up here, Chris, come on up!<Evans steps forward and the crowd boos him loudly, he smirks and slowly takes the Intercontinental title from around his waist and holds it into the air drawing more boos> MF: Now Chris, your case is just a little different, who did you beat for the Intercontinental title?
CE: I pinned that man <pointing to Stan Fulton> in one of the toughest matches in my career.
MF: but then there was a little hiccup, right?
CE: <smirking> Well, Lobo thought he could pull a fast one, but he knew giving up the title was preferable to the ass beating he would have got when I won the title back. GM Selena, clearly recognizing that I am the future of the company, restored me to my rightful position as champion.
MF: Now, you had a match against one of the acknowledged best wrestlers ever in LD Williams at the pay per view, clearly you won, but to overcome such greatness, you must have cheated like a motherfucker. I mean, certainly you needed both Sparxx and I to help you win that match
CE: Nope. I beat LD clean, in the middle of the ring, one, two, three…….again.
MF: <feigning surprise> Well I just don’t know what to say here, we certainly don’t SOUND like a bunch of ruffians! That brings us to the last member, the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Stan Fulton, Stan come on over here<the champ walks over to Folz, and he gets the loudest boos of the night> MF: Now, Stan, you are the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, is that right?<Stan just slaps the title> MF: And, if my memory serves me correctly, you defeated Eric O’Mac for that title? Now, Eric has said, REPEATEDLY, that HE is the best wrestler in the OOWF. How many times did you have to cheat to pin HIM?
SF: Not. A. Single. Time.
MF: Man, you mean to tell me you defeated the man who did NOTHING to help Evans and I get over? You beat the man who used the Brass Knuckle Kings to, once again, try to advance HIMSELF? You defeated the man who threw Bryce Larson, another guy who could be the future of the OOWF aside, because Eric wasn’t getting enough glory? You beat THAT guy?<Fulton just smirks> MF: Ok ok ok, well you had a series of matches against the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the man who is evidently the ONLY reason ANYONE watches the OOWF EVER, Davin Moreland. Now, facing that kind of greatness, that kind of legend, SURELY you had to cheat then, right?
SF: I pinned him clean, in a cage.<Folz turns to the crowd> MF: So look at that, all those titles, and we did not have to cheat a SINGLE time to win them. And you boo US?<Folz takes a moment to compose himself, then speaks, shaking with frustration> MF: You know, we tried to do it their way. We were told just be patient, our time would come. We were told, keep doing what you are doing and your time will come. Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland claim they are going to help us get to the next level with the whole Unforgiven/GFY thing. They said this would help us take the next step, that it was all about showcasing US. But it never was, was it? It was about the two biggest egos in the history of this company having another dick waving contest. It was all about them. It was all “look at me, I can make these guys I, I, I. And then, when Chris, Sparxx and I got tired of it and bailed on them, what happens? Do THEY take any responsibility for being colossal douchebags about the whole thing? No. They blame us, saying we just didn’t want it bad enough, that we weren’t READY for the next step. They buried us because WE decided WE didn’t want to play second fiddle to THEM.<Folz takes a moment to calm down> Chris Evans had matches before Hell on Earth against Stank, and he was nothing more than an afterthought to Stank. Eric ignored him. Davin openly mocked him. THAT is what we were supposed to endure? The Hawaiians had to play second fiddle to the Texans, constantly being reminded but them, and planting it in the idiot fans minds that they just didn’t measure up they weren’t as good, they weren’t on their level. Sparxx gets completely marginalized by Moose, hell Moose even dressed up as Ket over the summer, because god knows getting one of your personas over is not enough, you have to make sure you bury everyone. And Darling? You may well have been the worst offender to Stan. Claiming that his title was not legitimate until he beat YOU? Fuck. You.
We were told, be patient, our time will come. We waited, and we waited, and we waited. We sat back and watched as Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling and Stank got more and more title shots and we got nothing. We sat back and watched as Drink and Destroy got tag title shots. We sat back and watched Moose destroy the Onslaught division. Moose decides he wants to pad his resume with a SECOND Grand Slam victory, and suddenly, he is an Onslaught wrestler, taking away shots from guys like Evans and Sparxx. We sat back and watched Firewoman’s drama unfold……AGAIN. We sat back and watched while Alexander Darling got his WIFE as the OOWF Commissioner, and then he gets to turn around and hand pick the General Manager. We sat back and watched Eco try to destroy the OOWF. We sat back and listened to Stank dismiss us all as unimportant, the OOWF title was ALL that mattered to him, and he would bury anyone who got in his way. We sat back and watched as the SAME people got shot after shot after shot. All the while, we were told to just keep doing what we were doing, and our time would come. Well we got tired of waiting. We FORCED our way into title matches, and once we got them, we WON! And we won CLEAN!
They say those how have the power make the rules. Look in this ring. We control the OOWF. We hold all but one share of the Trios titles, and Alex, if you have a brain rattling around in that stupid head of yours, you will do the right thing and give up that share of the title. Your Wolves run with a new pack now. Run DEA couldn’t do this. The Five couldn’t do this. WE did this, because WE are the future of this company.
This is how it is going to be from this point forward. Davin Moreland, Stank, Firewoman, the Darlings, Moose, Eco, Eric, AA you guys all get NOTHING! I want all of YOU to sit back and be patient. Bide your time, keep doing what you are doing, and one day, maybe, your time will come. For all I care, you can all go start the Senior Tour of the OOWF. Moose and Eco and the Darlings can bleed one another dry. Davin can live in his fantasy world where he thinks he is still relevant. Fire can have more personal drama, we don’t care. You can do whatever you want, but just know this, so long as we hold the gold, you will all get a taste of the frustration, of the anger, of the rage that comes when you are held down. I know what all of you will say, you will say we are just ducking you. <Folz laughs> Ducking you? We BEAT you. We have NOTHING left to prove by beating you. You are all living off of reputation at this point, and that…..ends…….now.
Now, you might have noticed that there are a few names left out. It seems like Outback Jack and LD Williams want to step up against us. That is fine. We will be happy to make an example of them. Same with Texpress. You boys are no longer the measuring stick for anything. The New Guard is the new measuring stick. Once we are done humiliating you, you can go join the rest of them on the senior tour. As for the others? Ghosthead, Rabbit, Psykle, Sharkoff? You guys will get your chances. You will get a chance to prove that you are the future of the OOWF as well. No holding you down, no mocking you, no burying you in promos, no telling everyone that you just can’t hang, you will get your chances, if you win, you win, if you fail, you go to the end of the line. And Danny, Lobo……you boys simply made the wrong decision. Make no mistake, you two ARE the future of the OOWF……its just your future now involves getting your asses kicked by the New Guard.
You don’t have to like it, but you will have to live with it.<Folz drops the mic and the New Guard celebrate in the middle of the ring as we fade to black> Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF New Years Evil 7, Live! January 1st from the Sunnyvale Trailer Park in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, December 7th live from Hunts Harbour, Labrador, Canada.
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