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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:09:51 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Poodiac, New Brunswick Canada
OOWF World Tag Team Triple Threat Match[/u] Flyin Hawaiians vs. LD Williams & Davin Moreland vs. Team RabbxtFire
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match - Best of Three Series - Match 3 (Sparxx leads 1-0-1)[/u] JP Sparxx vs. Psykle
Sadistic Madness Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Ecosystem
Texpress vs. Eric O'Mac & Attitude Adjuster Alexis Darling vs. Matt Folz vs. Ghosthead vs. Moosehead Jack Chris Evans & Stan Fulton vs. Outback Jack & El Lobo Sangriento Stank vs. Comrade Sharkoff vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle Honcho Williams vs. TBA
card subject to hockey fights
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:11:32 GMT -5
*General Manager's Office*
The outer door is opened to the office and Chuckles is guarding the entrance to Selena's office.
Chuckles: JuhJuh JUH JuJuh
SUPERKICK damn near takes Chuckle's head off.
The figure doesn't barge into Selena's office however and knocks. From inside...
GMtS: Chuckles, I told you no disturbances.
Unknown Figure: It's not Chuckles...
GMtS: Oh...Alexander, come on in.
Alex rolls Chuckles out of the way and walks into the office while still dripping blood down his face...
GMtS: Normally I'm a big fan of blood...but NOT IN MY OFFICE. Make it quick, what do you want?
Alexander: Ecosystem...Sadistic Madness. Time to start cutting off body parts.
GMtS: I'll have to make sure our insurance is up to date, but it'll be done.
Alexander nods and even more blood drips off his head as he exits the office.
GMtS: Chuckles, get in here and clean this up.
Chuckles begins to "crawl" back into the office.
Chuckles: Juhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:12:09 GMT -5
-->Honcho Williams is seen sitting in his locker room watching a hockey game being televised. CC Scott walks in and notices that he really isnt paying attention and walks over to get the scoop...
CC - What happened man, I thought you had a match this week?
HW - Guess not, maybe the OOWF doesnt think im ready just yet....
CC - Were you cleared by your doctor to compete?
HW - Yep, I am totally healed. The ankle is as good as new
CC - Then maybe they want to make sure you are completely healthy before they get you back in the action.
HW - That could be, but we will see come next week wont we.
==>Williams shuts off the TV and picks up his phone to check something, as he sets it down he starts to reconverse with Scott
HW - You are a complete asshole, you know that right?
CC - What do you mean bro?
HW - Sticking me for 114 points on some bullshit on Words With Friends.
CC - Oh yeah, that. Knew that one would get ya.
HW = The best I could muster was 51 points....its something but damn man
CC - You will beat me eventually.
HW - All things aside, I am really looking forward to getting back in the ring and performing again. I was SO close in that title match I thought I would finally attain something...
CC - Look dude, you have made a load of progress here so far, once you get back into the thick of things, you will be at the top again.
HW - But for how long this time....what if I get this bum ankle again...
CC - Cant worry about that man, you need to focused on what you are destined for, the OOWF World Championship, which, in time, will be yours.
HW - Damn right, and the road to redemption starts now!
CC - Next time can we try not to sound like a cheesy uplifting movie.
HW - Yeah, that was awkward
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:12:59 GMT -5
More new opponents for Comrade Sharkoff. First of all, Stank. He used to be a great champion. Now, he is a nobody. Much like America, his glory days are long past. Much like Russia, My glory has yet to come. My glory will be soon, for I will beat him, the Indian, and then Fulton Crusher and become champion, and make mother Russia proud! Long Live Mother Russia!
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:13:38 GMT -5
~~~ A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist catches up with CHad Madison & Zane Myers as they arrive in Poodiac, New Brunswick (Cheap Pop) ~~~
RNSFJ: Congratulations on the win at Mayhem yesterday.
Chad: Thanks hot stuff. It's always nice to get a W, but honestly, that wasn't much of a challenge
RNSFJ: you have one this week in Eric O'Mac and Attitude Adjuster.
Zane: Challenge? maybe not. But there is unfinished business there. Eric was pretty instrumental in making the World Tag Team Championships pretty meaningless this past summer. He and Larson made a habit of cheap shots, and unending strings of Non-Championship Matches. I doubt they made more than a handful of actual defenses during their run.
Chad: And Alan, well, his history as one of The Heels says it all. They ducked us at every opportunity for years on end. Since we can't get ourselves a Tag Team Championship Match, we will take the chance to settle up some old scores.
RNSFJ: Any idea who your next trios partner is going to be? Or when your next title match is?
Zane: Unfortunately no, but we won't give up. We are determined to put the first chink in the New Guard's armor. We know more about the Campeonas than anyone. The right partner is out there, and we'll find them.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:15:38 GMT -5
Ecosystem walks into Moose's broom closet locker room, wiping dried blood from his face.
Eco: Is he fucking serious?
MHJ: As serious as you want to take him.
Eco kicks the shelving unit on the wall. A board snaps off. Moose raises an eyebrow.
Eco: Jack...you asked me a question before our match.
MHJ: And?
Eco: And fuck it. If they want to be burned to the ground...let's burn.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:16:15 GMT -5
“Last week was a good week for me. I was able to destroy the funny man, give him a satisfying ass-kicking. Then I got my hands on a champion and made him feel some of my pain. I nearly broke him. If that idiot official hadn’t gotten in my way…… I would be a champion as I speak. I know it, he knows it, the powers that be know it.
Soon, very soon the rest of the OOWF will suffer alongside you two. Soon, very soon, I will make them all feel the anger inside me. Soon, very soon, the name Ricky Soaring Eagle will be spoken in hushed, feared tones.
This week, I again get the chance to hurt not one, but two competitors at once. I know little about Mr. Sharkof and Stank. What I do know is this, they will need to bring their absolute best, they will need to put up a real fight. Because I intend to make them hurt. I intend to make them suffer. I intend to make them… FEEL MY PAIN!”
As he walks away from the camera, he sees Stank in the distance. With surprising speed, he bolts at him and tackles Stank to the ground. Ricky pounds away at Stanks face. Stank fights back, when suddenly, he finds himself in a chokehold. Ricky leans in and whispers in his ear as he squeezes the breath out of Stank
“Apparently, you’re a big deal around here. And apparently, some people didin’t think I deserved the title match I got last week. Words like that make me angry. When I get ANGRY, someone must pay. This week, it’s you. “
With that last word, Stank passes out and gets shoved to the floor. Eagle looks up and sees a bunch of staffers looking at him with fear in their eyes. Eagle snarls and walks away, while the staff swarm to help Stank.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:16:52 GMT -5
Alexander walks into the common room of the Darling Luxury Suites around 7:30, already dressed, black hoodie and all. Fire is sitting on sofa watching a candle burn, and it appears she has done so all night. He walks behind her, waits until she gives a sign that she knows he's there, and then plants a kiss on the top of her head.
AD: Insomnia again?
FW: No, this time by choice.
Alexander circles around and sits next to her on the couch.
FW: You know, I used to say "Happy Solstice" around this time of year because of the surprised look that people would give me. I had a vague thing about it being an important day, but that's about it.
AD: And now?
FW: It's been a ridiculous year, Alex. I never thought things could get so dark.
AD: I know.
He stares darkly into the flame
FW: Alex...
AD: Yeah?
FW: Why do you want that stip with Eco?
Alex: You know, I have been thinking....I failed you last year.
FW: Huh?
AD: The one thing that has always guided me. Protecting my family. I let you get into that match with Tytan--
FW: You couldn't have stopped me.
AD: No, but I could have stopped him. Or Eco...Or M....anyone else who threatened my family. But I didn't. And that will never happen again, Fire.
FW: I know but--
AD: So why watch a candle burn all night?
FW: Huh? Oh....it's a reminder. This is the longest night of the year, and the candle is a reminder that there is always light in the darkness. That everything rises, sets, and rises again. I never used to believe that...but...I do now.
AD: And this is all from that crazy dream?
FW: Mostly.....
Fire gives him a peck on the cheek, and she gets up.
AD: Where are you going?
FW: Time for a run. Sunrise is in 10 minutes!
She goes out the door to the hallway to meet everyone who runs with her in the morning. Alex looks at the candle for a long time.
AD: Sorry, Fire. Sometimes, there's just darkness.
He reaches out and extinguishes the flame between his fingers.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:17:35 GMT -5
CUT back to the backstage area where Stank is just awakening from his choke-out. Helping him to his feet is OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.
S: “Wha? Get your hands off me.”
SF: “Whatever, man. I was just helping you up. Somehow you’ve managed to piss off Ricky Soaring Eagle too. You’re just awash in friends around here.”
S: “I’ve got plenty, traitor.”
SF: “Traitor is it? Let me tell you one last time, Lucas. Everything I do now I learned from everyone else. From my first matches here with Spin Hansen, God rest his soul, to working with Matt to hanging around you, Moose and LD. I didn’t come into this company this way. You all made me this way.
“So if you don’t like what you see, stop looking in the mirror.”
S: “. . .”
SF: “Damn, that’d make a good catchphrase.”
Fulton walks off trying out his new catchphrase over and over.
S: “I can't believe he’s working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:18:37 GMT -5
As Firewoman walks down the hallway to meet "everyone who runs with her in the morning", she sees Stank walking down the hall toward her.*
FW - You look pissed.
Stank - I am.
FW - Why?
*Stank steadies himself, still a little groggy from the beating he recieved earlier. He then reaches into the left pocket of his sweats and pulls out his wallet retrieving $505. He puts the five dollar bill back in his wallet and hands Firewoman the remaining amount.*
Stank - That idiot Ricky Flapping Chickenshit jumped me from behind. I'm looking for him. This is all I got right now. I'll pay the rest of the fine once it's given.
FW - No Stank. Where are you going?
*Stank walks away and calls over his shoulder.*
Stank - To spread some Christmas cheer.
*Firewoman demeanor changes to a more jovial one as she smiles and waves at Stank.*
FW - If that's all then go right ahead.
*Stank stops in his tracks, turns, and looks at Firewoman like she's crazy.*
Stank - You do... realize... by Christmas cheer I mean-
FW - TINSELS? I have some in my office if you need them.
Stank - What is wrong with you?
FW - Nothing... hurry up I'm ready for our run, but I'll give you some time. I'll just have to convince Chad and LD to wa-
Stank - I'm not running with Chad anymore by the way.
FW - What? Now c'mon don't be like that!
Stank - Nah... this was supposed to be OUR thing. I go away for a month and you go and replace me.
FW - Now, now, Lucas you need to learn to share.
Stank - I'll talk to you about this later.
FW - Extra tinsel in my top left drawer.
*Stank stares, shrugs his shoulders, and walks in the direction one of the staffers who has been paying attention is pointing. Stank glaring at him was enough for the question not needing to be stated.
Soon Stank arrives at an area where Ricky Soaring Eagle is being annoyed by a bold SFJ. The camera lights are in Ricky Soraing Eagle's face so Ricky Soaring Eagle can't see a pissed off Stank approaching. Ricky Soaring Eagle can't contain his shock when said camera is YANKED away from the cameraman and is SMASHED down on Ricky Soaring Eagle's head. Ricky Soaring Eagle falls to the floor as the cameraman and SFJ flee the scene. Stank stands over Ricky Soaring Eagle and watches Ricky Soaring Eagle bleed a bit from Ricky Soaring Eagle's forehead.
Ricky Soaring Eagle opens Ricky Soaring Eagle's eyes and looks up. Once Ricky Soaring Eagle regains Ricky Soaring Eagle's focus and sees that it is Stank standing over him, Ricky Soaring Eagle's anger consumes Ricky Soaring Eagle. Ricky Soaring Eagle begins to say something, but gets a huge PUNCH to the jaw for his trouble, a harbinger to unconsciousness.
Stank flips Ricky Soaring Eagle over onto Ricky Soaring Eagle's stomach and sits his much larger self on Ricky Soaring Eagle's back. Stank then locks Ricky Soaring Eagle in the CATCH-22. Ricky Soaring Eagle flails Ricky Soaring Eagle's free arm around, searching for a way to plant Ricky Soaring Eagle's hand and try to leverage his way loose, but Stank SQUEEZES even tighter, leaning back hard, begging the question on which will come first? Ricky Soaring Eagle's back will get broken? or Ricky Soaring Eagle will lose consciousness? The latter wins, and fortunately for Ricky Soaring Eagle's back, Stank realizes that Ricky Soaring Eagle is no longer among the conscious. Stank releases the hold, pushing Ricky Soaring Eagle's head hard to floor and likely breaking Ricky Soaring Eagle's nose. Stank rolls off of Ricky Soaring Eagle's back and leans in close to Ricky Soaring Eagle's bleeding face, speaking sternly.*
Stank - You fucked with the wrong man today. I get that you are a rookie and want to make a name for yourself.
JS - No he doesn't.
*By this time Justin Sane has arrived on the scene.*
Stank - Huh?
JS - He's just angry and looking for a fight. That's his thing. Do you watch OOWFtv?
Stank - I trust you to do that for me?
JS - Oh... can I-
*Before Justin finishes his sentence, Stank has reached into his wallet and pulled out his remaining bit of cash, handing Justin the five dollar bill. Stank rises to his feet.*
Stank - So this one *KICK* wants a fight.
JS - Yup.
Stank - Well this wasn't much of a fight now was it? Okay Ricky. If that's all you want, I will oblige you the fight of your life come Mayhem. You fuck with me before then and you might not make it to Mayhem. I don't give a gotdamn how angry you are. Your time would be better spent taking care of that sore back in the meantime. I assume there is a ninjacam somewhere around here.
JS - Probably.
Stank - Well now I will address Comrade Sharkoff. I was watching your little promo Sharkoff before I was so rudely *glares at Ricky Soaring Eagle lying on the floor* interrupted. I only have this to say to you Comrade Fuckoff... USA! USA! USA!
JS/Stank - USA! USA! USA! USA!
*Stank and Justin Sane walk away chanting while Ricky Soaring Eagle stirs slowly back to consciousness.*
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:20:05 GMT -5
Later, clearly having finished her run, Firewoman is talking to Selena in the GM’s office when Firechild walks in, wearing his street clothes (jeans, white & black check shirt, and a black hoodie with his logo on the back.) FW & Serena stop talking as Firechild walk up to the desk and tosses several counter-signed forms with labels like ‘injury indemnity’, ‘contract renewal’, ‘media responsibilities’ and ‘image rights agreement’ onto the pile of half finished paperwork on the desk.
Selena leafs through the forms…
GMtS: This all seems to be in order, is there anything else I can do for you at the moment, Chris?
Firechild shakes his head.
GMtS: It’ll be a few weeks before I’ve got a match for you, but feel free to stick around, get comfortable with how things are done, who the movers & shakers are. A lot has changed you know.
Firechild grins at that and nods.
Selena looks at Firechild, then at Firewoman, comparing the intensity of their bearing, the tendency to pagan affectation in their dress…
GMtS: Hmn… FireCHILD and FireWOMAN? (raise eyebrow questioningly)
Firechild and Firewoman look at each other with a mutual feeling that this is going to be a long-suffering thing.
FC & FW (together): No relation.
Firechild gives Serena and FW a nod of respectful acknowledgement and walks out…
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:21:18 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster, a disinterested Eric O’Mac and the cardboard cutout of Johnny Adrenaline are...WHERE? Come on. You’re kidding me, right? But... When was the last time you EVER saw AA there? Seriously? You really think this is going to work as a promo? OK, but this one is on you.
AA, EOM and the cardboard cutout of Johnny Adrenaline are in the ring. Training. Yeah, I know. Ridiculous. That’s what I told the guy writing this promo.
AA is working up a sweat in the ring with a local jobber. (Yeah, I know, super outlandish. Next thing you know AA’s going to execute a dropkick.) Cardboard JA is set up in the corner, with his moveable arm resting on the top rope as if he wants a tag. EOM is on Page 25 of the PWI Top 500. AA armdrags the jobber, then turns to JA and EOM.
AA: Did you see that? How awesome was that?
Jobber: Really? That’s your best move? I was armdragged better last week by a meth addict in a Wal-Mart.
JA: ...
EOM: Can you believe PWI only ranked Dr. Wagner Jr. #28?
Jobber: Are you just waiting for me to attack you from behind?
AA: Look, guys. We’re facing TexPress at this week’s Midweek Mayhem in Poodiac, New Brunswick, Canada...
EOM (not even looking up from the magazine): Cheap pop, exclamation point. Trademarked. Yeah, yeah. Move on.
AA: We need to get serious about this. I’ve been carrying you too long, Eric. Did you see what happened to me last week? Ricky Soaring Eagle beat me clean in the middle of the ring. I’m use to losing and rarely getting any offense, but other than a sneak attack, chop block, Figure 4 and a poke in the eyes, it was like I was in a squash match. And then we didn’t even take the time to attack him after the match. It’s almost like I’m turning face. And I don’t even want to go through that again. Johnny, that’s why I brought you in. So what do you think?
JA: ...
AA: I get it. You’re rusty. But you have to start pulling your weight. Here, get in the ring with this jobber.
Jobber: You have to be kidding me.
AA leans over to JA in a whisper: Don’t rough him up too much. (AA tags JA’s arm. Of course, Cutout JA doesn’t move. So AA pulls the cutout through the ropes and stands it up in the middle of the ring.) Get him!
EOM: This is going to be good. (Yet he doesn’t put the magazine down.)
Jobber: I am not doing this.
AA: Look, let’s start with a test of strength. Johnny, you remember that, right? (AA moves the JA arm up in the air.)
Jobber: I am not getting paid enough for this.
EOM: Neither am I.
The Jobber walks up to the cutout and flicks JA’s ear. That causes the arm to fall, hitting the Jobber on the shoulder and creating a nasty paper cut.
Jobber: OWWWW! That’s it. I’m done. (The jobber rolls out of the ring, holding his bleeding shoulder.)
AA: Great karate chop, Johnny! I had no idea you’d been working on new stuff since we’ve been apart. I missed you! (AA hugs the cardboard cutout. Somehow the other JA arm flops around AA’s waist. It’s a tender moment. AA then turns to the camera.)
AA: TexPress, it’s like old times! Johnny may not be in fighting shape yet, but he’ll be at ringside when you have to face Eric O’ Mac and Attitude Adjuster. The tag team division has never been brighter! AA and EOM are training and studying. And Johnny’s been thinking! Midweek Mayhem! Poodiac, New Brunswick, Canada!
EOM (still not looking up from the magazine): Cheap pop, exclamation point. Trademarked. Are we done now?
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 22, 2011 20:21:56 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 is with L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., this week you will team with Davin Moreland to face Team Rabbxtfire and the OOWF World Tag Team Champions the Flyin’ Hawai’ians. The New Guard have had some harsh words for you in the last several days. Do you-”
LDW: “Harsh…what? What words? Kai criticizing me for actually talking about our match? Evans and Fulton arguing - they don’t know who or when, but they’re pretty sure that somebody in the New Guard is going to step up and tell us a thing or two - eventually? Or Matt Folz, the fountain of wisdom, insisting that he lost because he forgot that I was old and decrepit….WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? News flash Matt. You didn’t lose to me, and you didn’t lose to Stank, Lobo and I, because you were respectful. You didn’t lose because you’re forgetful. YOU LOST BECAUSE WE KICKED YOUR ASS!
You want to know why I make jokes, Kai? You want to know why I do impressions? Because your six sorry asses are so far beneath me I can’t even see you. And I’m the guy that wants you to succeed! Forget about ability - you‘ve got that. Forget talent - you’ve got that to. Most of all, forget the fucking gold. What happened to the hunger? What happened to the Stan Fulton who wanted to be the fastest rising star in history? What happened to the JP Sparxx who wanted it so bad he made the world sit up and take notice? What happened to the Night Marchers willing to make their mark in blood? What happened to Folz the cold-blooded destroyer and the Chris Evans that was going to make the world forget about that other Lionheart? I‘m pushing forty and I‘ve got more drive than all of you put together!
Am I getting your attention yet? Am I pissing you off? If you want to lead this company you best get used to criticism. People are gonna pick at everything you say and do - good or bad - so I might as well start the party.. Your mantra seems to be that you want what you’ve earned - I say you need to earn what you’ve got.
Wednesday night Hawai’ians - it starts with you.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 9:11:42 GMT -5
We come up in a hospital room, were Danny Taylor is resting comfortably. Victor Deniro walks in holding a cup of coffee (probably spiked). Danny wakes up and raises the bed to look at his friend. He nods towards the TV, and Vic cuts it on and turns it to OOWFTV. The two sit in silence for a while watching the various promos. LD's finishes and Danny makes eye contact with Vic and raises an eyebrow in question.
DVD: I won't lie to you, things have been rough. Lobo has been distant, and Jack is itching for a brawl. LD and Stank have stepped up, but lets face it, there is still a lot of bad blood there. We can use a voice of reason.
Danny starts to try and get out of the hospital bed, and Vic quickly stops him motioning for him to stay.
DVD: Woah! Chill out bro, I did not mean it like that. We could use you back, but if you come back before you are cleared, you don't do any good for anyone. You concentrate on getting healthy, I will concentrate on helping the boys with the new guard, and there leader Fulton.
Danny raises an eyebrow and then makes the sign language signs for C and E.
DVD: (laughing) Evans? Please, he could not lead himself out of a wet paper bag.
Danny motions for Vic to elaborate.
DVD: "Lionheart" likes to think of himself as the next Jericho, but the truth is he's the current Billy Gunn.
Danny shoots a questioning look.
DVD: Let's look at history and facts. Evans shows up in a tag team with Bryce, they ride Firewomans coattails and try to leach off the five, when that fails, he hooks up with Crete and Ravena and tries to ride Sanctums coattails. That fails, so as soon as Davin comes calling, he jumps all over his junk and joins GFY, that fails, and he jumps ship to ride Eric's tail in BKK. Again that doesn't get him over, so now he forms the new guard claiming everyone else has held him back when all these vets have worked hard to get him over.
Danny still seems confused.
DVD: Like Billy Gunn, Evans has tons of talent, but the only time he is interesting is when he is surrounded by people more interesting than he is. Without the New Guard, Evans has nothing. Of course it looks like it's only a matter of time before Fulton takes that from him. (A serious look comes over his face) Unless we take it from him first.
Danny lays on hand on his shoulder and frowns.
DVD: I know, that is not how we should be thinking, but what they did to you, it just pisses me off.
Danny taps on his heart and shakes no, then taps on his head and shakes yes.
DVD: Maybe you are right, anyways, get some more rest, I need to go check in with the boys.
With that DVD leaves, as a sad DDT looks on.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 9:12:12 GMT -5
A limo pulls up outside of a big house in Florida. Spencer Darling gets out, followed by Alexis, Alexander, and Firewoman.
LD: I can't believe THIS was your surprise.
FW: Look, Sam and Spencer did a lot of negotiating so we could all be here.
AD: I don't know why. It's not going to make us any less disowned.
FW: Because it's Christmas and it's time to be with family. We spent Thanksgiving with mine, so now we spent Christmas with yours. Next year we switch.
AD: Fire...I don't think you get the depths of how dysfunctional this is.
Fire is growing increasingly angry, as it appears this has been an ongoing argument ever since they left Canada.
FW: Did your parents pimp you out to support their drug habit?
LD: ...
AD: ...
FW: Then shut the fuck up, smile, and spread some goddamn Christmas che-- HEY! Veronika! How ya doin'!
Veronika is on the porch to greet them, with the two brothers behind her.
VD: Hey guys. Fire, you sure about this?
FW: Positive.
Some staff helps them with their bags, and this time Fire does not try to deck any of them. Alexander and Alexis stand back, while Fire, Spencer, Veronika, Julian, and Christopher chat informally. Julian and Christopher seem to be paying a lot of attention to Firewoman, and as she, Spencer, and Veronika walk in, they watch extra closely as she walks away, to make sure she doesn't trip or something. Alexander scowls at this.
JD: Damn, bro'....who'da thought a jerk like you coulda scored THAT.
CD: She'd ruin my political career, but I bet it'd be worth it.
Alexander glares at the two of them as they walk in behind Firewoman. He and Alexis wait a minute and then follow the group in to the sitting room, where Mr. and Mrs. Darling are, ironically, standing.
MrsD: Welcome to our home.
FW: Thank you...it's...well, I'm glad we're here and I hope that--
MrD: Ms. Quinn...good to see you. Last we heard you were dead.
FW: Yes, well, I got better.
AD: Yeah, thanks for the condolences and flowers by the way.
MrsD: We didn't send flowers.
AD: Exactly.
Samantha comes in carrying Mickie, and senses things about to go badly so she intervenes.
SDM: HEY! Good you're here. Spence, where's Ashley?
SD: She's staying with Danny and Vic, in case they need anything.
There's all sorts of chattering and passing out of drinks and Fire even manages to get a smile from Mr. Darling. Fire holds Mickie a bit before passing her off to Davin, who joins them. While it might be uncomfortable, for the moment at least, everyone seems to be making an effort. Julian and Christopher make sure Fire's glass is never empty. All seems to be temporarily right, except for Alexadner and Alexis who are standing back away from the group, sipping their wine, and frowning.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 9:12:52 GMT -5
-Static-
“Micah” by Russian Circles plays across footage of stormy skies
THE PRODIGAL SON RETURNS
We see dynamic studio shots of Firechild, complete with new look.
IN A TIME OF DARKNESS
THROUGH FLAME WILL YOU BE SAVED
BUT WHO SAID SALVATION CAME WITHOUT PAIN?
Epilepsy inducing highlight reel of Firechild’s previous run.
SOME THINGS CHANGE
Shots of the New Guard holding the various title belts – the film seems to blister and burn, then cuts to a close up of Firechild’s face, grinning.
SOME THINGS STAY THE SAME
Camera cut’s back to Firechild in the sound studio. He flicks his lighter on and tosses it onto the floor. The Firechild logo (flaming crow, exactly like in the movie) is picked out across the floor…
EVERYBODY BURNS
-Static-
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 9:13:51 GMT -5
**Cut to L.D. Williams on his cell phone.**
LDW: “...You and Stank used that - I dont want to do the same thing…We could go with The Establishment, but there’s Eco and Moose overtones to that. How about Team Awesome?…yeah, it is kind of lame…Uhhh - I don’t think Greatest Of All Time Special Edition is a good idea. I’ve got it - The Fear the Fraud Foundation presents the Greatest Of All Time, Davin Moreland and Living Legend L.D. Williams - Team Glass Ceiling!…Well we’ve got time - we’ll come up with something.”
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 9:14:19 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is backstage, kicking and chopping at a large punching bag. Stan Fulton walks up behind.
Mai: Blessed afternoon to you, champ.
SF: (adjusting his title) So you noticed. I feel like no one else in your soap opera has.
Mai: Well, everyone is always a little family-focused during Christmas time, right? I'm only in the gym right now because there's talk I might get a call up to main roster again.
SF: Would you take the contract?
Mai: Well, it's a great time. If chumps like Stan Fulton are holding the title, the competition must be pretty weak.
SF: (smirks) You do realize if I hit this punching bag once, it would fly off the chain?
Mai: Different styles. Squeeze it.
Fulton gives the bag a small squeeze and stuffing pours out of dozens of small slits. Mai smiles and shows him the tiny razors on her gloves and shoes.
Mai: Death by a thousand cuts.
SF: Isn't that the match your brother has tomorrow?
Mai: Oh, don't remind me. At least the bleeding moves the match closer to an ending.
SF: You were a bit of an Alexander Darling fangirl when you got here, weren't you? Maybe if you don't like what you see...
Mai: I should start looking in the mirror?
SF: Do you think it works?
Mai: It's more an occasional sentiment than a catchphrase. I mean, no one will chant it along with you. Hey Stan...what are your plans for tomorrow?
SF: Um...depends on the time.
Mai: Would you...Mom's actually going to be in town to visit me and Junichiro, but she's coming in later...would you be available to go to church with me in the morning? It's Christmas and all...and I know you don't like organized churches, but you don't have to give in the collection plate....and we can even go to the Lutheran one if you want, I just want to be in a morning service...
SF: Um...
Mai: Okay, sorry, it's kind of last minute, just let me know, okay? Bye!
Mai ducks out. Stan shakes his head and leans against the weight rack. The second shelf promptly snaps and everything falls over.
SF: I can't believe we're working in this shithole.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 13:42:02 GMT -5
Psykle is working out in the trailer again, when Stevie comes in carrying his briefcase. OOWFTv is on the big screen, while Psykle’s match with Sparxx is on continuous replay on the TV in front of the XR45 Home Gym that he’s working out on that’s been modified to offer up to 1000 lbs of resistance instead of the standard 210 lbs.Stevie: Working hard or hardly working? *snort* Psykle: When did this become a bad office cubicle drama show? And did you just snort? Stevie: Um, uh, no, don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, what are you up to? Psykle: I’m working on a cure for cancer. What does it look like I’m up to? Stevie: Well, it looks like you’re focusing on the past again instead of focusing on the future. Psykle: Yea, well, I need to study the past or I’m doomed to repeat it. I have to win this week against Sparxx, can’t go to a time limit draw with him again. I need to win this week, then have the momentum to go into the Pay-Per-View. Stevie: Good, nice intensity, but remember, Sparxx is human, not a robot. Psykle: Meaning? Stevie: Meaning he’s got initiative and doesn’t have a set of rules that he follows that dictate what move he’s going to do next. You study the tape too hard, and you’ll be thinking all about what he did after one move instead of thinking about what move he could do next. Psykle: Yea. I got that. That’s why I’m watching myself, not him. Trying to see what I could have done differently. Next, I have a bunch of Sparxx’s matches that I’m going to watch, both Onslaught division and non-division, and get a good idea of his general move set and see what tendencies he has. Stevie: Hmm, not a bad plan. Anything I can do to help out? Psykle: Well, I could use… Justin Sane is on OOWFTv now at Roma’s Wraps asking LD Williams if he has Five Dollars, and Stevie sees this, his eyes resting on the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title.Stevie: Yea, sure, I’ll get right on that. I’ve got to go, though. Catch you later, OK? Stevie walks off to another part of the trailer while Psykle goes back to his workout. We see Stevie click the locks open on his briefcase as he walks out of camera range. A few minutes later, someone new appears…IRON-STEVIE HAS RETURNED TO THE WORLD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!
Iron-Stevie heads off towards Roma’s Wraps as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 24, 2011 20:35:14 GMT -5
<we cut to a priest sitting behind a desk, the name on the desk says Father O'Flaherty a mountain of paperwork in front of him. He mutters to himself as he pours over some papers>
FOF: I just don't know how we are going to do it, the kids are going to get less this year than ever. If only I could.......
<Father O'Flaherty is interrupted by the sound of a large truck stopping outside, he looks somewhat annoyed and gets up and walks outside where a huge delivery truck is parked. A large man gets out of the truck with a clipboard and walks up to the Father>
LMWAC: This the Blessed Center for Those in Need?
FOF: Yes it is
LMWAC: Then you must be Father O'Flaherty
FOF: I am, what is all this?
LMWAC: I have a delivery for you
FOF: I didn't order anything
LMWAC: Yeah, I figured that, I was just told to deliver this here by tonight......or else
FOF: Or else what?
LMWAC: I didn't ask. Don't want to know
FOF: What's in there?
LMWAC: I dunno
<The large man with a clipboard yells at his partner>
LMWAC: YO! Larry! Open it up, let's see whats in here
<They open the truck and it is stuffed with toys and clothing, Father O'Flaherty's jaw drops>
FOF: What......there.......who? There muse be thousands of dollars worth of stuff in there!
LMWAC: Right around $25,000, paid in full, and demanded to be delivered tonight......
FOF: By WHO?
LMWAC: He never said who he was, oh yeah, and he told me to give you this too
<The large man with a clipboard pulls an envelope from his pocket and hands it to Father O'Flaherty, the Father opens it, and it is full of money, he does a quick count>
FOF: There is another $25,000 in here! And a note too.....
Unlike some, I haven't forgotten where I came from and those who helped me. Take care of the kids like you took care of us
LMWAC: Who's it from?
FOF: It doesn't say
LMWAC: Ok Father, where do you want this stuff?
FOF: Huh?......oh, follow me, bring it all in here.....
<they set off to work bringing in the toys and clothing, down the street a little way, a black and gray Shelby Mustang roars to life and roars down the street into the night>
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 25, 2011 13:52:25 GMT -5
*Fade-in to a meeting in the hallway between Chris Evans and Justin Sane*
Justin Sane: Evans, I finally found you by yourself. Face the wrath of the Doughawk!
CE: Whoa, hold on there, Justin. Now normally, this is the time when I would totally kick your ass. But hey, tis the season and I want to offer a holiday truce.
JS: I’m Old Guard.
CE: Yeah, we all know that. Hell, even the Axis and Allied Powers during World War I had a Christmas truce.
JS: I barely even remember anything from history.
CE: *mumbles under breath* Yeah, big shocker there.
JS: Huh?
CE: Nothing, never mind. Now, is there anything that you want this year?
JS: Can I have 5 dollars?
CE: That’s it? Yeah, sure, here ya go.
JS: Um, thanks, I...guess.
CE: Sure, no problem. Say, is that another 5 dollars over there?
JS: What, where?!
As Justin turns around, Evans puts on his Captain Excellent mask.
JS: Hey, there’s no 5 do...huh, Captain Excellent? Where did Evans go?
Cap E: Oh, he had to go get a drink. By the way, I’m a bit short on cash right, so can I borrow 5 dollars?
JS: Oh yeah, sure.
Justin hands Captain Excellent the 5 dollars that Evans gave to him.
CE: Hey, thanks. You know, that Chris Evans guy isn’t all that bad, ya know?
JS: He’s New Guard, and he’s trying to take down my boss.
Cap E: Yeah, that’s true, but all he’s really trying to do is help guys like myself out. His actions may not be all that great, but his heart’s in the right place, and I’m willing to do my part to make sure it happens.
JS: I still don’t trust that guy though.
Cap E: Suit yourself. Hey, is that Jesse Neal over there?
JS: Huh?! Where?!
As Justin turns around, Evans takes his mask off.
JS: That’s not Jesse Neal, that’s....huh, Evans, what do you want now?
CE: Just one last thing.
Evans leans back and smashes Justin in the face with a stiff right hand, dropping him.
CE: Truce is off, old man.
While Justin is still staggered, Evans puts his mask back on once again.
JS: That’s it...DOUGHA...
Cap E: Whoa, what are you doing?!
JS: Huh?! Where the hell did Evans go?
Cap E: Huh, Evans? Oh, he ran around the corner somewhere.
JS: Oh he’s a dead man!
Justin Sane runs around the corner and screams, DOUGHAWK!!!!! The camera turns around the corner to see Justin lying unconscious on his “victim”, the catering table, where a visiting DH Magnusson is shown visibly sobbing over the remains of the garlic chicken.
The camera then turns back to Chris Evans, who is just shown chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 26, 2011 17:34:23 GMT -5
The marvelous J-P Sparxx is sittin' back with his Onslaught Championship belt draped over his waist knockin' back some egg nog. Jewel is standing beside him ina cute, yet still amazingly hot Santa style dress (if it can be called a dress since it barely covers half her ass) holding a sprig of mistletoe over him. He doesn't seem to notice.
J-PS: Hey ya'll. J-P Sparxx here, partakin' in sum' holiday revelry, if ya knowwhatI'msayin'? I been spendin' dees holidays countin' ma blessins an' I'd like ta share dem with you all.
Jewel: (ahem)
J-PS: I see ya baby. You're in dere, trust me.
Jewel rolls her eyes.
J-PS: First, I am indeed blessed ta be so damn talented. I make dis shit look easy. Second, I'm blessed ta have such a fine piece a ass as ma girl Jewel standin' beside me.
Jewel: (ahem)
J-P looks up at Jewel who continues to hold the mistletoe over them.
J-PS: You so fine. Thirdly I'm blessed ta be defendin' ma belt against Psycho. Dude kinda sucks, so I gon' keep ma belt, knowwhatI'msayin'? Fourthly, I'm blessed 'cuz I know our li'l cutie of a General Manager will soon be givin' me better opposition an' shit, 'cuz she knows the Spark is da future a dis bizness. At least da bitch better know. Think she knows baby?
Jewel: How could she not know?
J-PS: I know, right? Finally, the Spark is blessed fo all you fans out der. I know I may call ya names an' shit but all us, heels an' faces, know dat we ain't nuttin' witout ya'll. So I hope ya'll, like the Spark, had a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, all dat shit, and have a Happy New Year. The Spark will. An' here's why...
J-P sits up quickly, grabs Jewel, causing her to squeal and drop the mistletoe. He dips her, looks into her eyes for a moment, then kisses her as we (fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 26, 2011 17:35:23 GMT -5
*Darling Compund*
It's Christmas night just after Dinner and we can hear some yelling come from insider the house and it sounds like it's Alexis with Catherine about how she's ruined her life. Christopher is arguing with Samantha about his political career and how her history is a hinderance to it. Davin is trying to keep Mickie quiet and Spencer is on the phone with Ashley trying to avoid another family squabble about her sexual orientation. Even Julius and Julian are arguing about whether or not Julian should stay in college for his senior year or go pro. This leaves Veronika and Firewoman to avoid all of it which is typical for Veronika as she's almost always ignored and Fire is surprised to be out of the spotlight for a change. Missing from all the action is Alexander and as the camera pans from all the fighting another INC finds its way outside and up into what might be the most luxurious Treehouse of all time. Sitting in the corner of the first room is a black-hooded Alexander Darling.
Alexander: Found me, did you? Another typical family outing with the Darlings and people think money makes everything nice and easy. Living proof that money's just another reason to fight. Another thing to use to exert control over those you're supposed to love without question. But I've never said money hasn't made life easier. I wouldn't have this place of my own if it wasn't for money. A place to avoid the fights and arguments just for a little bit.
But it is nights like this, when the fighting and arguing gets to be too much for me when I have time to come out here and think about what my life is now. How some people will never forget where I came from and how they think it truly changes the man I've become. My history...my family has shaped me, of that there is no question, but never doubt the sincerity of my actions because I'm just a so-called rich punk.
I asked for a match this week and people may wonder why I'm going after a limb instead of the heart. Why I'm willing to allow my sister to go after the heart. That I would ever willingly put her into harm's way but the fact is she is more than capable of ending this war. Of putting the final nail in the coffin while I may hesitate. My hatred is well known, but deep down there is a part of me that when I see Moose, I still see Ket and my history with him and Poe boils to the front of my mind and I wonder if I put myself into this mess. Then I come back to the locker room and I see Fire and I know her opinion of her brother and I know that no matter what she says, there's still a part that cares and I can't be the one to take that away from her. But Alexis, she understands the cost...she understands the necessity, she's willing to make that sacrifice of her relationship with Poe, with Fire, with everyone if it takes care of the cancer.
But that leaves me with the enjoyable task of eliminating his current partner of crime. I don't care if he's medicated out the ass...Ecosystem is a problem. Has been a problem since he came back and started down this path. He claimed at first it was to save Alexis and myself. To save the OOWF from The Five. To save everyone from evil and for a while we all believed him, believed in him but it was just a ploy. Junichiro is a master of manipulation. He manipulated the OOWF, he manipulated the fans, and he's manipulated his family and it has to stop. Sadistic madness won't be the finish...we both know that, but it's a start and I've allowed others to take the lead in these fights. No longer. Ecosystem will be taken out of this war and I will be the one to do it.
I've lived in the light of the OOWF for a long time. Trying to be the best version of myself, but it's allowed stuff like the Saints of Sinners to gain a foothold. Time to take back the dark and eliminate the problem. I'm a vicious man when pushed Juni...you've pushed and pushed and pushed. It's time for you be pushed back and I'm going to enjoy watching you bleed. So bleed you will. Pain you will suffer and it will be at my hands and at the end of Mayhem, you will realize one unalienable fact.
I am Alexander Darling, and you're just not.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 27, 2011 0:52:33 GMT -5
-->Honcho is working out in the gymnasium of the arena when he notices that CC Scott has charged into the room and is running towards him. Williams sets down his weights, tells his spotter to take a break and turns to Scott
HW - Whats up man, you seem extremely excited.
CC - I am, and I got good news!
HW - Whats that? Did the Sabres win a game? Did your fantasy team win the championship?
CC - No man, even better! You got a match.
HW - What?.....I thought I wasnt on the card.
CC - You weren't, but I had mentioned to creative that you were completely healthy, and they said they hadnt heard from the physician because he took a break two weeks for Christmas.
HW - Doctors.....
CC - You probably will be facing some local jobber, but at this point it could be the perfect thing for you.
HW - It will be a good match to get me back into the swing of things.
CC - Damn right. Now get off that machine and get to the practice ring. We have some work to do.
HW - What do you mean?
CC - You have been out of action for weeks, you need to work on your ring work. The last I saw the other day it was pretty sloppy
HW - Whatever you say man, your the boss.
CC - It will be of great help to you, and the more you work the more it will pay off. One day, with this hard work, you can become the best in the entire business and pave your way to greatness!
HW - I thought we agreed to stop the ridiculously cheesy lines
CC - Oh yeah, I forgot. I need to remember that.
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Post by BookerShark on Dec 27, 2011 0:53:01 GMT -5
*Davin is ON THE PHONE~!*
DM: No no no...we can't USE Team Awesome...well, because it's been used before...I know everything in wrestling has been done before but....uh huh....uh huh...No....Team Glass Ceiling is fucking retarded LD, and you know it...Well how about just "Fear the Frauds"?...yeah, true...too much like "Fear Us"...This just in, no one feared y-...oh, PLEASE let me finish that sentence...How can we be Team Hardbody? You weren't even ON Team Hardbody...well, I gotta go, baby's whining and it looks like people are going to start killing each other...Actually, I think I think I'm heading back today...
*Voices in the other room become raised*
DM: ...Ok, I meant right now...nah, I'll go home after....ok.
*He hangs up, and starts bouncing Mickie around in an attempt to shut her up. As soon as Davin gets off the phone, Mickie stops crying and starts giggling*
DM: So that little performance is just because I wasn't paying enough attention to you?
MM: GA!
DM: Ugh...You're just like your mother. Speaking of which, let's blow this hot dog stand. Sound Good?
MM: *indistinguishable noise*
*Davin comes back in the main room where the loud noises are coming from. He being nearly 7' tall, and having an adorable baby in one arm is more than enough to, temporarily anyway, draw everyone's attention.*
DM: Sorry everyone. That was work. I actually have to head back now, unfortunately. Something's come up. Can't be avoided.
SM: *under her breath* Oh, Thank God.
SD: *under HER breath* It IS a Merry Christmas after all...
CD: Oh, Davin, that's terrible. I feel like you just got here...
DM: I know Catherine. I wish I didn't have to run back so soon. It's been a lovely holiday, hasn't it?
*No one in the room says anything*
DM: Hasn't. It?
*Collective agreement throughout the room that it was, indeed, a lovely holiday*
DM: Anyway, let's do it up North next year. Mom had such a good time over Thanksgiving.
FW: Wait...You're LEAVING?!?! Is it an EMERGENCY??!!? I'm the COMMISSIONER! Why wasn't I notif-OW!
LD: *fresh from elbowing Fire in the ribs* I'm sure if it were an emergency Selena would have let you know. This probably has to do with the Foundation. You know how modest Davin can be.
*Everyone whips their head around at Alexis after this. Even Davin has a skeptical look*
LD: What?
DM: She's right. I do have to get back and meet with the, uh, Canadian Division of the Fear the Frauds Foundation. Something about diverting funds for next year's Christmas in to more beneficial areas. *this causes virtually everyone's eyes to glaze over. After all, it's a non-profit.* So, Sam, honey...?
SM: Oh. Oh right. Well good-bye everyone.
*Lots of hugs and handshakes to go around. Davin says something to embarrass the fuck out of Christopher as everyone laughs at him. Finally Davin gets to Veronika, who looks about as pissed off as someone that age can.*
DM: Enjoying your present?
VD: *pulls out a hardcover book that says "How to Play Chess by Davin Moreland". She flips through the pages and we see there are about 200 of them. All filled with the word "HA!" over and over.* Yeah. Great. You're such a jerk.
DM: Nobody likes a hater, Ronnie.
VD: Shut up.
DM: You can always take up Checkers.
VD: Shut UP! You wouldn't even play me once the whole time you were here!
DM: That will be your birthday present.
VD: What? You playing?
DM: No, another book. "How to Retire an Undefeated Champion, by Davin Moreland"
VD: Get out before I throw you out.
*They head out and, whatever, there's probably some flying and whatnot. Anyway, Davin ends up in New Brunswick. He's enjoying an adult beverage with LD Williams and Stank at a local adult beverage establishment.*
S: Yup.
LDW: Yup.
DM: Yeah.
S: ...
LDW: ...
DM: So what are we going to do about this name?
LDW: I dunno.
DM: Stank?
S: Don't ask me. Besides, the best name's taken.
LDW: kz?
DM: You're funny. Why do you care about a name anyway? Aren't you Mr. No Frills? Moreland/Williams isn't good enough for you?
LDW: No.
DM: Why not?
LDW: Because Williams is in the wrong place.
DM: It's alphabetical.
LDW: So?
DM: ...
LDW: ...
DM: My Mom beat up your mom.
LDW: ...
DM: ...
LDW: Damn.
S: You should still have a name. And a theme song.
DM: And for the love of Christ, no Rush or Nickelback.
LDW: What about-
DM: No Loverboy either. Or Snow. Or Alanis Morrisette.
LDW: Ok. That really limits the field. How about Bryan Adams?
*Stank and Davin both look at him in disbelief*
LDW: What? He's a National Treasure, eh?
S: So is the Holmes on Holmes guy.
LDW: But HE doesn't have a CD, eh?
DM: I think we need another round...
*fade*
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