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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:43:05 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Scrap Tavern Crossroads, Delaware
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] Alexander Darling & The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Phantos, Lucios & El Lobo Sangriento
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] JP Sparxx vs. Outback Jack
Saints of Sinners vs. Stank & Davin Moreland vs. Stan Fulton & Chris Evans Matt Folz vs. Danny Taylor vs. Mai Muyo vs. LD Williams Psykle & Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams Firechild vs. Rabbit Mask Firewoman vs. Ghosthead Comrade Sharkoff vs. Justin Sane
card subject to dem boys showin' up
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:45:08 GMT -5
*Rabbit Mask is in the back being interviewed by SFJ#17*
SFJ#17 - Rabbit Mask nice win over Ghosthead.
*Before Rabbit Mask can respond he is JUMPED from behind by Ghosthead! Ghosthead pulls Rabbit Mask up and launches him off his feet, SLAMMING him into a nearby wall. Rabbit Mask's impact cracks the wall as he slides down hard to the floor! Rabbit Mask staggers back to his feet and Ghosthead sends him back down to the floor with a BIG BOOT to his face! Ghosthead then mounts Rabbit Mask and starts WAILING on him with hammer blows to his head. Rabbit does his best to coverup sheilding himself from the blows. Ghosthead switches positions and locks Rabbit Mask in the VEX VICE! Rabbit Mask howls in pain as Ghosthead cinches it in even tighter! Security arrives and Ghosthead releases the hold, kipping up to his feet. The first man gets sprayed with BLACK MIST to his face, sending the startled security guard screaming about his burning eyes! The second guard falls hard to the floor from a back body drop. The third recieves a ROUNDHOUSE KICK nearly decapitating him. The fourth brandishes a teloscopic steel baton and swings it at Ghosthead. The Ghosthead Killer dodges the attack and fells the security guard with an uppercut, and a hard, straight kick to his chest! The distraction gives Rabbit Mask time to recover some. Ghosthead whirls and spots this. Having dispatched the first wave of security he slowly saunters over to Rabbit Mask who has lifted himself to his hands and knees. Ghosthead pulls Rabbit Mask up all the way to his feet, steadies him, then stares at the camera as he whirls around with lightning speed, and HEEL KICKS Rabbit Mask HARD on the side of his head, knocking the smaller man out cold. Ghosthead's back is to the fallen victims as he stares at the camera. His eyes seem to take on an eerie red color.*
GH - Firewoman...
*Ghosthead SPITS RED MIST this time onto the camera lens. We see nothing but hear Ghosthead speak.*
GH - Blood moon rises...
*We hear Ghosthead's footsteps fade away followed by another wave of security and OOWF officials. Someone calls for a stretcher as we break to commercial.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:46:03 GMT -5
We come back from commercial to see Rabbit Mask, on the stretcher, being shut into the back of an ambulance. The ambulance speeds away and we are told we will be updated on Rabbit Mask's condition as we receive word. We are told his scheduled match at the upcoming MidWeek Mayhem may be in jeopardy, depending.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:47:07 GMT -5
You might think that Comrade Sharkoff is happy. But NO! I am not lazy American who can be easily pacified. I beat Fulton Crusher, just like I said I would. But am I World Champion now? NO!
Comrade Sharkoff is NOT satisifed! becuase now, I am not in World Champion Match. no, now I get to face somethiing called a Justin Sane. Crazy son of a borscht. Comrade Sharkoff will give you 5 rubles to go tell Fulton Crusher I am not finished with him yet. One beating is not enough for what he did to me! I will stomp his head off and become Double-O F Champion!
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:49:09 GMT -5
Stank - It's not as bad as MY situation. LDW - What are you talking about? Stank - At LEAST it's Marvel that has trademarked the "Weapon X" name. MY NAME has been trademarked by a fucking CARDBOARD CUTOUT! LDW - I'm pretty sure that's fake. Stank - I had Justin look into it. He assures me it's legit. LDW - Stank - LDW - Stank - Yeah I should probably follow up on his research. LDW - Why? You don't think five dollars is enough to buy you a crack investigation? Stank - Maybe an investigation on crack. LDW - You can't get that for five dollars either. Stank - ... true. LDW - Somebody call my maaah-ma!Stank - ? LDW - Somebody call my maaah-ma!Stank - *LOL!* What the fuck is wrong with you? LDW - Seriously call my ma. She'll find out for you. Stank - I wouldn't want that bodycount to lead back to me. LDW - She's a pro. No one will ever find them. Stank - Pass. LDW - Okay, I'm just saying.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:50:15 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in the Darling Luxury Suites the morning after her match, feet propped on the coffee table, drinking coffee and watching OOWF-TV. She sees Ghosthead's promo, and laughs.
FW: Yeah right. See how you do without all your back-up helping you.
She hits play on the remote that controls the DVD player. Alexander comes in, unshaven, hood up.
AD: What are you doing? We have to GO! Are you packed?
FW: I never un--
AD: Right, forgot.
Lucky leaves carrying Fire's bags but also his own.
AD: He's coming too?
FW: I'm not leaving him here unguarded.
AD: But--
FW: It's not like he'll be sharing a room with us.
AD: Opus?
FW: At your family's zoo in Florida, under armed guard.
AD: It's not a zoo, it's a preserve.
FW: Whatever.
AD: How did you get that?
FW: Christopher likes me.
Alex scowls.
AD: What are you watching?
FW: Oh, since we're headed there, I thought I'd watch my ROH debut.
AD: Not that again....
The camera changes so that the match is shown over OOWF-TV. What we see is a much younger Alexander and Alexis Darling, and Firewoman.
Cut back to the Darling Suites
AD: You totally should have been fired.
FW: Yeah, well, I wasn't. And here we are now..
AD: Yeah...um, look about going back there...I know last time we were there....things got .....
FW: Whatever. Ancient history.
Lucky comes back in, goes to their room and comes out again with Alex's bags.
L: Limo is here.
FW: Groovy. Let's go!
Firewoman gets up to leave, and Alexander follows her a few minutes later.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:52:00 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline knock on the door labeled “Honcho Williams” and walk in without waiting. Honcho hears the door open and quickly turns off the television set. We’ll leave the reason why for a later plot device.
HW: Damn it, don’t you ever wait for an answer?
AA: My hands are kind of full. Johnny’s got the title to worry about, so I have to do all the heavy lifting.
HW: Do you have any other double entendres you need to use?
AA: I might have a handful of them.
HW: Can we get on with this promo?
AA: No problem. It seems we’re steadily climbing up the tag team ranks, and this week we face the new team of Psykle and Ricky Soaring Eagle. Since they’ve never tagged together, this must be a chance for us to gain another win and move up in the rankings without burying one of the other tag teams in this currently ridonkulous division.
HW: How does Kayfabe not kill you each week?
AA: Who?
HW: Figures.
AA: So, since we’ve both had issues with Soaring Eagle, I think it’s wise that you start the match, show off your improving skills, get the crowd behind you, then I’ll come in, poke Psykle in the eyes, tag you back in and you can finish the job.
HW: How is this even a tag team?
AA: I provide the promos. Johnny provides the title push. You get the rub from both of us. With our help, you’re going to be a star.
HW: How did that answer the question? I swear, I’m nothing more than a prop for you to do promos around.
AA: Not true. You’re the young, feisty talent, just waiting for your opportunity. You’re Sam Houston. You’re Brett Wayne.
HW: These 1980s Georgia Championship Wrestling references are going right over my head.
AA: So get back on track with me. Psykle and Ricky Soaring Eagle! Midweek Mayhem! Live! From Scrap Tavern Crossroads, Delaware! (Except in Hawaii, where it’s on a three-hour tape delay!) You’ve met your match in Honcho Williams and Attitude Adjuster! Honcho’s learning tag team wrestling from the greatest tag team in the WORLD, The Chickenshit Heels! Tell ‘em, Johnny!
(AA slaps ODIMHMCCC#HCJA on the chest. Johnny falls over.)
AA: Johnny was out a little late last night. He’s a bit under the weather. We can fix that in post-production.
HW: Really? I need to start reading contracts before I sign them.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:52:31 GMT -5
~~~ Fade into The Hallway (tm) which is unusually quiet. The doulbe doors at the far end open up, and two familiar shapes walk in out of the bright sunshine outside. As they get closer, we get a beter look at them... Silver Masks, Red Trim. Silver wrestling tights, Red trim.
We see Bridgette behind them. ~~~
Bridgette: GO on ahead boys, I have a stop to make.
~~~ Bridgette turns the corner and pokes her head into the general manager's office ~~~
Bridgette: Hey shug, I just have a minute. There's an error on this week's card. The main event will feature Alexander Darling & The Flyin' Hawaii'ans defending the Campeonas de Trios against El Lobo Sangriento and Phantos & Lucios
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:53:50 GMT -5
As Firewoman and Darling head towards the waiting limo, they cross paths with Dashing Victor Deniro. Vic and Alexander do the mutual head nod of respect to each other.
DVD: Can I speak with your wife for a minute, in private.
Alexander looks over at Firewoman, who motions that he can keep on towards the limo. Darling just shrugs and heads off. There is a momentary silence, that is best described as "uneasy". Finally Firewoman breaks it.
Firewoman: You wanted to speak to me, so speak.
DVD: Look, I know me and you don't always get along, but....well.... I need your help.
Firewoman: I'm not the commissioner anymore, If you have problems, take them to Selena.
DVD: I'm not looking for help from a commissioner. I need a special kind of help that only someone with your....talents can accomplish.
Firewoman raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.
Firewoman: You want to do something to the new guard that others won't really approve of.
Vic seems slightly taken aback by this.
DVD: What? No, the new guard are scum, Danny, Lobo and Jack can more then handle those twits on their own. I need your help with something way more important than that.
Now Firewoman seems genuinely confused.
Firewoman: Spit it out Vic, what do you want from me?
DVD: This Wednesday is...
Firewoman: Mayhem.
DVD: Yes, but it is also Danny's birthday, and I wanted to throw him a surprise party, but I'm not really good with the planning, that's his thing. So I figured.....
Firewoman: You figured that after my recent Thanksgiving and Christmas events, that I would be able to pull this off. (Fire pauses thinking this over) Look, I don't particularly like you...
DVD: Fine, I'll see if maybe Ash and Spencer can put something to...
Firewoman cuts him off.
Firewoman: But I do like Danny. He has always been nice to me even when he did not have to. I'll help.
DVD: Great, so what are we going to do.
A wicked grin crosses Firewomans face.
Firewoman: If I told you now Vic, it wouldn't be a surprise. Now if you excuse me, i have a plane to catch.
With that Firewoman walks off to join Darling at the limo. The camera pans back to see a slightly conflicted DVD.
DVD: What did I just get myself into?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:54:43 GMT -5
An update on Rabbit Mask's condition...
"We have been informed that Rabbit Mask is suffering from several injuries, including multiple concussions, after being brutally assaulted at the hands of Ghosthead just last night. The extent of these injuries has not yet been determined, but we will continue to keep you updated as we receive word."
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2012 21:55:13 GMT -5
The charismatic sexy beast that is J-P Sparxx is posing in a mirror. He strikes the usual poses, checking out his fantastic, Mr. Olympian worthy abs. Jewel comes up behind him, draping the Onslaught Championship belt over his shoulder and stands behind him, rubbing his abs, looking into the mirror himself. J-P then belches real nasty like.
J-P: That's Sparkish for "I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror. The headliner. Finisher. I'm the Closer. Winner."
J-P looks at Jewel who just grins back.
J-PS: Outback Jack? You just a tired ol' sack of shit lookin' poor excuse fo a man, ya feel me son? I used ta like you Drink & Destroy guys, then ya got all pussy whinin' bitches. So bring yo hairy, smelly, kangaroo shit reakin' self to my ring. To my match. An' I'll SHOW you. Why I'm the man. I'm the Spark. An' the Spark's gon' git'cha. Then he'll take a shower or something 'cuz ma girl don;t like me crawlin' inta bed smellin' of loser. Ya dig? Go eat some vegemite or some shit. I'll see you at Mayhem. Bitch. Deuces.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2012 12:43:24 GMT -5
We come up in the Hallway of "you should have seen this coming" encounters, where we see the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Stan "The Crusher" Fulton ~WALKING~. Suddenly he stops, and is approached by none other than JUSTIN SANE!!!!!
Stan: .....
Justin: .....
Stan: ......
Justin: ......
Stan: Do you want something?
Justin: Comrade Sharkov wants you to know that he is not done with you.
Stan: .....
Justin: .....
Stan: ......
Justin: .....
Stan: Is that it?
Justin: Yep.
Stan: .....
Justin: ....
Stan: ....
Justin: ....
Stan: Ummm, thanks?
Justin: No problem. Now I can go collect my five Rubix cubes.
With that Justin wanders off. Stan just shakes his head.
Stan: I can't believe I'm the champion of this shithole.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2012 12:43:51 GMT -5
FADE to the OOWF Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters sponsored by Budweiser®... Grab Some Buds™.
The OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton™ is ~~OMG! WALKING!!!~~ either to the OOWF New Guard™ suite or perhaps away from it depending on what his last encounter with Justin Sane was. From this perspective it’s really hard to tell. Anyway, he’s walking as I said and a Random Sexy Female Journalist stops him and says...SFJ66: “Mr. Fulton, can I have a few words with you?” SF: “Of course. Always happy to help. What can I do for you?” SFJ66: “I’d like to get an interview with you if I could.” SF: “Sure. How ‘bout right over there.” Fulton points to the OOWF Interview Area sponsored by Aquafina® (I’m thinking Texpress uses this one most).SFJ66: “That’d be fine.” Fulton and the journalist walk over to the interview area.SF: “You know, wait a minute. There’s something I haven’t done in a long while and I think I should. I’m afraid though that I won’t have time for you today, miss. Perhaps we could reschedule?” The RSFJ rolls her eyes and stomps off in a huff. Fulton looks off camera and motions someone onto the set. It’s none other than former AWA announcer Larry Nelson.LN: “Good afternoon, fans, Larry Nelson here for this OOWF Midday Report. I’m here with your reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Stan, you’re coming off a loss to, what can best be said, is a PHWF castoff. A comedy act. Someone not nearly on the level of even Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline. What are your thoughts?” SF: “Larry, we have to look at the whole picture here. Yes, I lost a non-title match against OOWF’s answer to Doink the Clown. But Sharkoff did have all that revenge motivation going for him. And frankly, if it wasn’t for the establishment getting involved, I would have won. So I’m calling it a win via disqualification.” LN: “Would you consent to giving Comrade Sharkoff a World Title match?” SF: “No.” LN: “Uh... that’s it? Just ‘No’?” SF: “Seriously? I’m supposed to give the fourth or fifth most important character TexShark writes a title match?” LN: “Please welcome my next guest, Kayfabe.” Kayfabe walks nonchalantly onto the set, shakes Larry’s hand and then punches Fulton square in the wiener. She then walks off set.LN: “Geez, Stan. You didn’t see that coming?” Fulton is gasping for breath and clutching his twig and berries.SF: “Uh, damn, uh no, Larry. I think that loss to Comrade Dumbass has thrown me off my game.” LN: “Let’s move on, Crusher. Next Wednesday night you team up with OOWF Intercontinental Champion Chris Evans™ to face Saints of Sinners and Stank & Davin Moreland. Now, Davin has made some disparaging remarks about you and the New Guard as has Stank. Do you have any response?” SF: “Sure. Hey, Stank? Davin? Thanks. We in the New Guard appreciate you keeping us relevant. Lord knows we haven’t done enough work on that ourselves.” LN: “That’s an... odd stance to take.” SF: “Well, Larry, you see I’m having second thoughts about all this New Guard faction. Now I like the guys I’m hanging with. I get along with them and I’m not just their foil when they want someone belligerent in their promos. “And deep down I agree with the overall goal of the New Guard. Stop giving all the rub and title shots to the established stars of the roster. Let the talent show through. It’s the problem that all organizations have had. WWE kept the title on John Cena over and over and over. And he didn’t need the title to get over. “TNA put the title on Sting and Kurt Angle. Now the WWE has titles on CM Punk and Brian Danielson. TNA has their title on Bobby Roode. The OOWF has their World title on me. The next generation is taking over and the established stars need to share the spotlight. The New Guard embraces that philosophy. “But I think we’re going about it the wrong way. We’re being timid and not exerting our power across the company the way we should. We should be putting more pressure on the Board of Directors and making sure our esteemed General Manager agrees with our direction. “Look at last week’s match. I was in a match with Comrade Sharkoff. That’s not having your World Champion face talent. That’s the established stars, Texpress, getting their promo-brother a shot. Why is Texpress influencing the World title picture? They don’t even hold the World Tag Team titles.” LN: “You’re saying that because Texpress and Sharkoff have the same promo writer that Texpress got a shot at the World Champion? That’s insane.” SF: “I’m entitled to my opinion, Larry. As much as it annoys the hell out of everyone else. And to be up front with you, Larry, the New Guard lacks leadership. It’s lacking that one man to step forward and plant his flag in the ass of the establishment. “And that’s why I brought you out here, Larry. I’m officially announcing my campaign to be President of the OOWF New Guard™. We’ll run a clean campaign and there’ll be no negative promos, except against the establishment and in response to others.” LN: “What?” SF: “Our website, Fulton2012.org, should be up and running within the month.” LN: “You sure you’re not Justin Sane in a fat suit?” SF: “Stan Fulton for New Guard President. A change worth making.” Fulton walks off set.LN: “Uh, thanks, Stan. I’m Larry Nelson for this OOWF Midday Report. Have a great afternoon.” Nelson starts to walk off the set muttering, his microphone still on.LN: “I can't believe I came back to work in this shithole.” FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2012 12:44:16 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland exits his vehicle and starts to head into a local establishment in Camden Delaware, when Stank walks out of said establishment holding a large cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee.*
DM - Hey, look who it is. What are you doing here?
Stank - I just thought I'd stop by and get me a revitalizing cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee to help me jump start my morning.
DM - I'm glad to see you realize what my wife and I have for years. The people here at Dunkin' Donuts know how to brew a good cup of coffee. They've taken care of my family's coffee needs for a long time and I'm just here to say hello to the people inside, grab a Big-n-Toasty breakfast sandwich, and two cups of coffee, one for my cousin, and one for myself.
Stank - That's great man.
DM - Yeah, HEY, you know we got a match Wednesday, right?
Stank - I sure do.
DM - It's us versus that fatboy, no offense...
Stank - Huh?
DM - ... boring, World Champion, Stan Fulton and the undeserving, fraudulant, Intercontinental Champion, Chris Evans.
Stank - Don't forget Saints of Sinners.
DM - The more, the merrier.
Stank - Should be a good one.
DM - No doubt. Well I'm going to go inside. I'll catch up with you later.
Stank - Yeah later.
DM - Cock a doodle doo, mother-
Stank - Ah! AH! Watch the language man... this is a family ad. *Turns to camera thumb up, and a smile.*
DM - Oh right. America runs on Dunkin'. *Turns to camera, two thumbs up, a gleam on his pearly whites.*
Paid endorsement. For more than 60 years, Dunkin’ Donuts has been freshly brewing America’s Favorite Coffee just for you. It’s a job we take seriously. America runs on Dunkin’.© 2011. DD IP Holder LLC. All rights reserved. Actual payment not really given. Small print manufactured for creative reasons only and is not to be construde as consent given by the actual Dunkin' Donuts company or any partnership with this website or its owner. Put the gun down Kayfabe. I don't mean to hurt you.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 14, 2012 16:54:15 GMT -5
*Fade in to the local tavern in Scrap Tavern Crossroads, Delaware, where we find El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~!, as is his wont…
ELS: Hey there, Wolfpack! It’s your old pal Lobo. As I’m sure you’re all aware by now, Chad and Zane have decided to go old school for our match at Mayhem, and I couldn’t be more excited. In fact, I’m busting out some new ring gear for the occasion…
*A grinning Lobo holds up a new mask and tights. They’re exactly like his usual gear, except they’re silver with red trim…
ELS: Matching tights, boys. If that doesn’t mean victory, I don’t know what does.
*Suddenly, Lobo’s smile fades, and he becomes deadly serious…
ELS: Kai, Aina: you’re New Guard. I think you know what that means to me. We haven’t crossed paths a whole lot yet, but I can guaran-damn-tee you that as long as you’re aligned with the rest of those assholes, you’re going to see a lot of me. And you won’t enjoy the side of me you’ll be seeing.
ELS: And you, Alex: I thought I knew you. I thought you were one of the good guys. I thought you had more respect for this business than to team up with a couple of guys who are trying to destroy it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re part of the New Guard now. Expect to be treated as such in the ring.
ELS: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some drinking to do. Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 14, 2012 16:55:01 GMT -5
*We're back from commercial and we see El Lobo with his mask pulled up above his nose so he can continue to drink. A gray hooded figure walks up behind him and FOREARM SMASHES El lobo on the back of his head!
Lobo has been hanging out with Drink & Destroy so he has developed the wherewithal in skill to push his drink out of the way without spilling any of it. His head however slams onto the bar and bounces back up an inch before he can turn and confront his attacker.
Ghosthead doesn't give him much of a chance as he uses his forearm to pin Lobo's head down onto the bar, while the other patrons in the bar back away, staring in disbelief. Ghosthead throws punches to Lobo's kidneys. Lobo reaches out and grabs a nearby beer bottle and SWINGS it back hoping to nail Ghosthead, but Ghosthead easily avoids the strike. The dodge is enough to give Lobo room to swing around and backhand Ghosthead off of him.
Ghosthead staggers back and Lobo jumps on him, knocking the smaller man to the floor! El Lobo doesn't waste anytime as he mounts Ghosthead and wraps his hands around Ghosthead's neck with a snarl! Ghosthead struggles mightly to breath. He prepares to spit black mist into El Lobo's eyes, but Lobo has that scouted. He covers Ghosthead's mouth with his right hand while continuing to choke him out with his left. Ghosthead is in trouble. He struggles in the large masked man's grip and is fading fast.
In one last desperate act he manages to get his knee between the bulk of El Lobo's body and himself. He tries to push off the bigger man, but El Lobo slides off to the side, looking for more leverage to trap Ghosthead's arm, shoulder, and neck. The move proves costly as it gives Ghosthead enough room to swing his hips and lock his legs around the arm Lobo is using to choke the life out of Ghosthead, he also has El Lobo's head locked in and just like that, El Lobo is trapped in a TRIANGLE CHOKE!
Ghosthead sqeezes with all he's worth as El Lobo immediately regrets the mistake. In his own desperation move, El Lobo lifts Ghosthead off the floor, but he only gets the Ghosthead Killer a foot and a half inches high before collapsing back to the floor. El Lobo is fading fast! He tries to turn Ghosthead over, but the fallen one refuses to release his hold. Lobo tries a few, feeble punches to Ghosthead's legs, but to no avail. Lobo loses consciousness and a few seconds later Ghosthead releases the hold, lying on his back, exhausted and breathing heavily.
Ghosthead sits up after awhile and stares at the other patrons who simply stare back in horror. Ghosthead rises to his feet slowly, walks over to where Lobo was sitting, finishes off Lobo's beer, and then smiles at the camera. We see his teeth are coated in black mist from his attempt to spray El Lobo earlier. Ghosthead turns back to the fallen El Lobo Sangriento and wipes his fingers in blood from Lobo's mouth after the big man's face was smashed onto the bar earlier. Ghosthead hops over the bar and writes three words on the back mirror. He turns back toward the camera.*
GH - Firewoman...
*Ghosthead stares at the camera for a few more seconds as his eyes seem to darken then fade into a dark reddish hue. Ghosthead hops back over the bar and past the camera out of frame. The camera focuses on the words in blood on the bar room mirror which read "Blood Moon Rises". The camera turns back toward the frightened patrons. Ghosthead is no where to be found. A few of the patrons walk over to check on El Lobo as the camera fades*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 14, 2012 16:55:35 GMT -5
*Fade back in to the tavern in Scrap Tavern, Delaware, where we find some patrons CHECKING~! on a prone El Lobo Sangriento. One of them hands him a cloth to wipe the blood away from his mouth with. He gladly accepts and cautiously wipes his mouth. When he’s done, Lobo hands the cloth back to the patron, but the man refuses. Instead, he hands Lobo a Sharpie and asks him to sign what Lobo now realizes is a t-shirt…
Patron: He fucked with you. Go knock him the fuck out.
*Lobo chuckles, signs the shirt, hands the fan a couple of front-row tickets for Mayhem, and gets up. He heads to the bar and picks up his beer to wash the remaining blood out of his mouth…
ELS: Why is my bottle empty? I had half a beer here, and I know I didn’t spill it.
Patron: Ghosthead drank it while you were…indisposed.
ELS: He drank my beer? He drank my beer? Oh, Ghosthead. You of all people should know better. You saw what happened to El Pollo Loco down in Mexico when he drank my beer. You saw what happened to Fuji Morita when he drank my beer in Japan. You were there. You know better.
*Lobo heads out of the bar and around the back. He hops up onto a dumpster and reaches up to the ladder that leads to the roof. He finds a hooded man waiting for him, as he knew he would…
Ghosthead: El Lobo Sangriento. The Bloody Wolf. Heh. I guess you’re a little more bloody than usual tonight, aren’t you?
ELS: Yeah, that joke never gets old. What the fuck, Ghosthead? You blindside me, choke me out, and drink my beer? Are you insane?
GH: I think we both know the answer to that question.
ELS: Right. Well, maybe you didn’t get the memo, but I don’t put up with that sort of shit anymore. I don’t know if you were trying to impress Firewoman or scare her, but I can guarantee you you’re not getting into her head by attacking me. All you’ve done is piss me the fuck off, and that was a mistake.
*Ghosthead approaches Lobo and gets right in his face. The two men are nose-to-nose…
GH: I came here for this, and you didn’t give me satisfaction. You gave me a couple of mild fistfights and a blowoff. We were supposed to end our feud. We were supposed to solve it.
ELS: You know what? You’re right. You beat me, and I moved on. That wouldn’t have happened in Mexico. But here’s the thing, Ghosthead: I have friends here. You don’t get my full attention like you used to. I have backs to watch. I have payback to dole out. I have responsibilities here. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings. I was going to get back to you in time. I promise you that. But now? Now you can wait. You’ve hurt me in the past. Hell, you hurt me pretty bad tonight. But the New Guard did something worse: they hurt my friends. Their payback for that is my number-one priority.
GH: You think you can blow me off? I can take you out anywhere, anytime, just like I did tonight. You will face me.
ELS: Again, you’re right. You can take me out anywhere, anytime. Because like I mentioned, I’m distracted. I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got friends.
*With that, Victor Dinero, Danny Taylor, and Outback Jack appear at the top of the ladder and move into position behind Lobo. Ghosthead looks at the odds, slowly backs away, and drops off the edge of the roof. Vic rushes over and has a look…
DVD: He’s gone.
ELS: Figures. Nice timing, guys.
OBJ: Bellllch. That’s Australian for “Of course, mate.” Now, did you leave any beer in the bar downstairs, or did you drink them dry before Ghosthead took you out?
ELS: I think there’s a round or two left in the fridge. On me, of course.
*Drink and Destroy head back down the ladder and into the tavern as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 14, 2012 16:56:24 GMT -5
"My anger is at an all-time high. I'm put in a team with the man who pinned me last week. Psykle and I have been forced together more than once now.
I don't like him. He doesnt like me. But, we both do one thing very well. Kick the oppositions ass.
My opponents this week are apparently some kind of vaudville act, complete with props. I don't care for any of that shit. All I care for is hurting them as much as possible for as long as possible on Wednesday.
I want them to hurt. I want them to suffer. I want them to
FEEL
MY
PAIN.
And partner, leave your little buddy at home. He might get hurt in the process
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 14, 2012 16:57:32 GMT -5
~~~ Phantos & Lucios walk into the Destroyitarium and see Lobo sitting at the bar. ~~~
Phantos: There's our partner.
Lucios: Sorry we weren't on site when Ghosthead Pearl Harbored you. You know if we were around, we'd have been right there.
Lobo: Danny and Jack had my back, don't worry aboot it. (adjusts his new mask) You like?
Phantos: Definitely. Lucios and I were about to grab some dinner and then hit the gym.
Lucios: Thought You might want to come along and we can talk shop.
Lobo: Just let me finish my beer
Phantos: Los Vengadores Mascaras are coming at you New Guard. you'd better be ready!
Lucios: (to Lobo) I've tried to tell him to stop calling us that. He doesn't listen
Lobo: Ehh, I kinda like it.
~~~ Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:02:06 GMT -5
**The World’s Most Famous Indy Wrestling Arena** It’s the last weekend of professional wrestling in the world-famous ECW Arena as after tonight, the arena will undergo massive reconstruction and renovations and quite possibly never hold another wrestling show again. But even if it does, the atmosphere will never be the same. Festivities are in full-swing as a weekend full of events are taking place and fans are coming and going as are the wrestlers in the back. The EVOLVE show being run by Gabe Sapolsky is about to begin and the fans are taking their seats when ”THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE” hits and the fans seem shocked at first. It leads right into AFI’s “Prelude 12/21” and the lights in the arena except go for a blue spotlight focused on the entrance…the music continues to play and nothing happens at first. The song fades and leads right into Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” and finally the fans are positive and they go absolutely batshit insane. And yes, Alexander Darling steps into the spotlight in full douchebag mode but behind that you can see something more behind that exterior. Alex stays on the ramp as the crowd continues to cheer and he just seemingly takes it in. Finally the music fades and the house lights come back up and we see Alex already has a microphone in hand. He starts to walk down the aisle as he begins to speak… Alexander: Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.As he finishes that line Alex slides under the ropes and into the ring. He takes a long look to each side of the building and he nods at all of them before taking a seat on one of the turnbuckles. He tries to start speaking a few times but keeps stopping as he looks around the arena once again. My name is Alexander Darling. It’s not a gimmicked name or a show name…it’s what I was born as just across the river in New Jersey. I was raised in New York and Florida and I was still Alexander Darling. But it wasn’t until I stepped foot into this building first as a fan and then as a student that I truly became Alexander Darling. This building right here is where the man before you was truly born.The crowd goes nuts… It wasn’t always like that for you and me here. This town fucking hated me when I first started in this business. I was cocky…wait, I still am. I was a douchebag…wait, still one of those too. And I knew I was the best…wait, I still know I’m the best. But something did change in these last 10 years, I learned it wasn’t just about me. It was about making you fans remember me and the only way that could happen was to make sure I performed to the very fucking best of my abilities every single night.
This place here…the famous ECW Arena is my valley of the shadow of death but I do not fear it anymore. I’ve lived in fear and I’ve lived by causing fear and they really aren’t much different. I know you fans have a long night of great action in front you capped off by a good friend of mine getting the honor of wrestling the last match ever in this building, but if you would indulge me for a while…I feel like talking for a while and there is no better place to talk about history than where mine began. A place where so many historic events have taken place…Shane Douglas and the death of the NWA; Tommy Dreamer and Raven and the best feud in wrestling history; the very best wrestlers in every style ever wrestled in this building – Taz, Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero, Psicosis, Juventud, Bryan Danielson, CM Punk, Austin Aries, Nigel McGuinness, Tyler Black, the Briscoes, the Eliminators, the Steiners – and so many more.
Actually you know what, fuck the history lesson. Here’s the bottom line. Moosehead Jack is a dead man, he just doesn’t know it yet. Ecosystem is a joke and always has been and always will be. Ghosthead is biting off way more than he can chew. And Stank is a fucking hypocrite. They’re not worth the time or energy that I planned on wasting on them. For all of them, the time of their judgment is coming and I will be their judge, jury, and executioner.
On another note, I would have liked to have been here with my sister but she couldn’t make it as I’m sure you’re all aware but she does send her appreciation and all that to you here. But there is someone in the back who I would like to join me right now…hit her music…The Cult’s “Firewoman” hits and of course Firewoman comes out and her ovation even puts Alex’s to shame. The crowd is bonkers as one of their favorites ever has returned and she is looking stunning in a black v-neck t-shirt covered by a white button shirt with only the first few buttons done and a very nice pair of form-fitting leather pants. She makes her way down to the ring and meets her husband in the center of the ring. And I thought I was well-liked.Firewoman: You knew I was their favorite.Alexander: Aren’t you always?Fire just smiles… This is actually a big thing for me and us here.Fire wonders where this is going… It was always a dream of mine that one day Fire and I would be able to stand in this ring as allies. History in this area has not always been great for us.Alex just looks down and Fire looks like she’s trying to not remember… But we’re not here to walk down that particular memory lane. The fact is Fire and I have been friends for a long time, but it took us longer to be allies and when we did get there we weren’t able to come back here and then life took us in different directions. But that’s the past and this is the present, but now we’re in this ring as best friends, allies, husband and wife, and if she’ll have me, tag team partners...Fire looks shocked but then she breaks out into a huge smile and nods emphatically. Just the answer I was looking for. So, today, here in front of the crowd where Alexander Darling was truly born and Firewoman became the amazing woman she is today…we stand before you as PHOENIX RISING and as a great man used to say in this ring…hit OUR fucking music…Click this -> A Perfect Circle’s “Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” begins to play and the newly dubbed Phoenix Rising exit the ECW Arena ring for possibly the final time and the crowd is giving them massive cheers as they slap hands with the fans around ringside. **Fade**
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:02:50 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison stands in front of the OOWF Interview Banner ~~~
So looks like little Davin found him some partners. LD, who talked to us about teaming up already. And then even Stank saying he was considering doing the same. And Stank hates us.
So Davin, how does it feel to be everyone’s second choice?
I know you’ll have something smart-mouthed to say in response, so I’ll just cut to the chase. A little birdie tells me at Dance of Death, Live! On Pay Per View, there will be a 4-Way Elimination match for the Campeonas de Trios. Word is we’re involved. Word is you’re involved.
So here’s the deal. Between me and you, man to man, whoever DOESN’T win the Campeonas that night, come out and publicly states. “I Suck.” That’s it. Two words and cut. No grandiose statements. No prop bets, just admit to the world they suck.
Here’s the beauty of it. There are 2 other teams in the match. There’s a theoretical 50% chance we BOTH end up losing. In that case, we BOTH face the consequence.
So what about it, Goat-boy? Do you have the sack to admit when you simply don’t Measure Up ?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:03:36 GMT -5
Back at the EVOLVE show...there have been several matches, and then also guest spots from people who got their start there but have moved on. It's a who's-who of indie wrestling backstage but there's also a section near the gorilla position where the guests are all sitting and getting into the show as much as everyone else is. There is a lively party atmosphere there and backstage. Anyway, after the Bobby Fish and Sami Callihan match, "Firewoman" by the Cult fires back up, and once again the fans give a warm welcome to one of their own.
FW: Wow...you know.....
The crowd starts to cheer again, so she waits, adjusting the bandanna she wears to hide the scars on her forehead.
FW: Thanks....you know, last time I was here, for our Hometown Heroes tour, I talked about how important this place was to me. It was my ticket out. Out of the life, out of the streets.... I found people who understood me. I made friends....REAL friends. Because that is what home is, right?
*cheers*
FW: So how many of you were here for my first match? *some cheers* I just watched it the other day and you know? It was STILL awesome.
*Cheers. The camera cuts to Alexander Darling, who has come back out and is in the VIP section with the other alumni, watching his wife. He's smiling, but he rolls his eyes and gives her a golf clap. She smiles and waves at him. Austin Aries raises a glass to her.*
FW: You know, my opponent in that match was right. I should have been fired. But you guys....you guys popped so loud....Gabe had no choice but to keep me on, and Alex and I had our first rookie feud. We may have been just curtain jerking, but it was pretty popular, and put us both on the map.
And you know, that means I have you guys to thank for my career. If you hadn't supported me THAT NIGHT, I would probably not be standing here today. And for that, I will always thank you fans specifically.... I don't know why they're changing this venue, and I truly hope wrestling comes back here.
*cheers*
FW: The last time I was here, my former coach Austin Aries, said I needed to get back to my roots, to reconnect with why I started in this business. He was right, and I didn't listen then. I should have, and I think now...NOW is the time to take his advice seriously.
The last time was here, I beat Concrete "Takaken" Gryphon *some cheers from the crowd both for CTG, and for CTG getting beat.* And I did it by doing just what I learned to do here. And I'm going to do it again. Ghosthead has thrown down his gauntlet and is playing his version of mind games. I'm here to tell you, it's not going to work. You're talking to a woman who convinced Attitude Adjuster he was going to be a father and had him on his knees proposing to make an honest woman out of her, for touching her valet. If Tytan were still around you could ask him about what I did to his manager, and that whole crucifixion bit. You're talking to the woman who resisted the biggest control freak in Japan. And yea, I was under the spell of the king of the mind games, yet still I was able to turn the tables on him, and beat him with my own set of mind games.
So keep it up, Ghosthead. It's entertaining. And it's more revealing than you probably intend it to be. Go ahead and play up your history, your drama, your sad tale. It still pales in comparison. But meet me in the ring Wednesday, and there won't be a big brother of yours there to step in and save you this time.
*crowd cheers*
FW: Lots of things have happened since the last time I was here. I still have the scars of some of them.
Fire reaches up and takes off her bandanna, revealing the scars that were made by Alexander Darling the last time they were all there. There's a hush. The camera cuts to a very uncomfortable Alexander Darling.
FW: Alex...you wanted to know why.....why I kept things from you.....why I turned on you.....I didn't answer you then because...well, you were pissing me off and torturing me...but I'm going to now.
There's another hush. The camera cuts to Alexander who is pretty well stunned, and is a little unsure if he wants to follow where this is going.
FW: ...I just didn't trust that anything ever lasted....I didn't believe that if you found out who my brother was, it wouldn't change things......but I should have.
Fire looks like she might have more to say, but decides against it, and drops the mic. They hit her music and she walks quickly up the ramp, past where all the alumni are and then in to the back.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:04:14 GMT -5
Psykle is sitting alone in a dark, non-descript location. The lighting is dim, barely enough to see Psykle.
Psykle: I’ve been quiet ever since Mayhem. These are dark times.
Psykle lights a single candle in front of him, illuminating the room a tiny bit more, but mostly just casting an eerie reflection in his red-mirrored sunglasses.
Psykle: To every darkness, one must shine some light.
Psykle blows lightly at the candle flame, and suddenly a large burst of fire whites out the camera lens, before it settles down, and the whole room becomes illuminated, showing us that Psykle is in one of the high-tech gyms that GeniusIQ Industries owns.
Psykle: Ricky, we’ve tagged before, and I’m sure we’ll tag again, but that’s not what I want. That’s not why I asked for this match this week. No, I asked for this match because you need to learn to control your rage, and the only one willing to help you do that, the only one with the experience to help you do that, the only one who can in fact help you do that, is me. Look at Mayhem this week. Look at what happened. Moose and Alex? They were busy fighting their own battle, and were off letting their rage out. You and I were left in the ring, facing each other one on one. As long as you kept your rage under control, you were beating me. Then, a mistake. A simple mistake is all it took. You made one, and you let your rage loose. What happened after that, Ricky? What happened? You were blinded by your rage, and I was able to defeat you. I’ve been there before Ricky. I have. Rage. Pure, blissful, uncontrollable rage. There really is nothing like it. However, if you let yourself be consumed by it, and if you don’t try to control it, trust me, it will consume you, it will control you. Worse than I was controlled by IQ. Worse than Fire was controlled by Ecosystem. Worse than the media is controlled by liberals while a conservative is in office and by the conservatives when a liberal is in office. You have talent Ricky. You truly do. You need to control your rage before it controls you.
Psykle stands up, and takes a deep breath.
Psykle: As for our opponents this week, individually, Honcho, I know all about dealing with people a few beers short of a six-pack. Attitude Adjuster, I’m sorry you got caught up in Stevie’s superhero fantasies. As a team though, I make no apologies for what Ricky and I will do to you. Whether we win or lose, we will most likely put you through quite some torture. I know Ricky won’t be able to control his rage, he hasn’t tried to learn to control it yet, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have spent enough time doing it to control it yet. You two are in for a world of pain. Just remember, it’s nothing personal.
Psykle walks towards the door.
Psykle: It’s just business.
Psykle exits the door and flicks the light off as he goes, sending us back into total darkness.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:05:21 GMT -5
SF: So Lionheart, this week, you and Fulton have definitely got your hands full when you go into what appears to be a 4 against 2 handicap match against Saints of Sinners and the team of Davin Moreland and Stank. Your thoughts?
Evans: Heh, you act as if we’re actually worried about this. For the time being, Moose and Eco are of no real concern to us. Hell, with the nuclear heat brewing between Moose, Eco, Alex and Fire, I doubt their minds are gonna be focused on this match-up. And as for Stank and Davin, Stank’s loyalties lie with Moose, and Davin really has no true connections around here anymore. Oh he can think he does, but nobody really likes that patronizing asshole. The only team that’s got any sort of teamwork or cohesiveness is Fulton and myself. SFJ: Speaking of which, what do you have to say about Fulton’s stance on the New Guard being weak?
E: Wait, what? Fulton called us weak? When the hell did he say this?
SFJ: Right here, look.
E: Huh.
SFJ: So one of your own stablemates feels that you guys are weak. And then, there’s also this part.
E: You know, I really thought I had you figured out, Fulton. I say that you’re a close ally, and then you go and say something like that. *sigh* There’s only one thing that I really can say in response to that. Fulton, as the founder of the New Guard, it really hurts me to say this, but I need to. Fulton, you are…
SFJ: Finished? Out of the group?
E: He's absolutely correct.
SFJ: So he’s…wait, what? He’s right?
E: You got a problem hearing or something? Of course he’s right. Aside from that part about needing a true leader. We all have the same mindset, the same goals. Win championships, and push out those that refuse to give up the spotlight. As far as I’m concerned, having a leader only causes dissent amongst those deemed lower in the ranks. That clashing of egos was the downfall of Run DEA, it was the downfall of The Five, but it damn sure won’t be the downfall of the New Guard.
But aside from that, he’s absolutely right when he says that we’re holding ourselves back right now. I mean what have we done as of late to really push for change? So far, we’ve talked a big game, but haven’t really done much worth. We’re like Davin and Eric, only with talent. Hell, the only ones that have really done anything are Captain Excellent and Super Fly of The Executioners.
SFJ: …
E: …
SFJ: …
E: What?
SFJ: You do know that everybody knows it’s you and Fulton in masks, correct?
E: Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about. We’ve got the talent to back up our words, and if we’re gonna do something, we’re gonna do it face-to-face.
SFJ: Uh-huh.
E: Look, think whatever you want, I know the truth of the situation, and that’s all that matters. And the truth is that in order to make a difference, we need to make a real impact. We need to do something that shows those in the locker room to watch their backs and for those who doubt us to view us as a legitimate threat. In fact, we already have an idea of who our first target is going to be.
SFJ: Who is that?
E: Wow, so in addition to being deaf, you’re also a fucking moron. You really think I’m gonna tell you and give them a chance to plan for us? No, that’s not gonna happen. We already have the date set, and we know how we’re gonna handle it. The only thing I will tell you is that it will happen sometime in the near future.
And for those who continue to doubt us after this or who are affected by this onslaught, just remember this: We are the New Guard, we are gonna clean up this shithole, and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2012 11:06:00 GMT -5
It's the morning after the EVOLVE show, and Fire and Alex are having a very cozy breakfast in the corner of the hotel restaurant. Lots of smiles and quiet laughing, occasionally hands brush against hands....aaaawwwww. The INC can't resist bursting in on such a touching scene.
AD: So...look, I need to ask you...
FW: Oh, no...serious face. We were having such a good time....
AD: I know--
FW: I mean, after the show last night was just.....
AD: Pretty incredible, I know...It's just...in the ring.....that was the first time you've ever come close to mentioning what happened...last time we were here.
FW: Oh....
Fire self consciously goes to adjust her bandanna, only to remember she's actually not wearing it.
AD: I asked you another question, a while ago. Before....your match with Tytan.
FW: THE match?
AD: Yeah....remember? I asked you if you had forgiven me, for real....and you said we'd talk about it after the match, and then....well....
FW: Oh yeah....I think I do remember that.
AD: Then, you were gone...and I didn't know the answer. That was one of the worst of a lot of bad things and--
FW: No.
AD: Huh?
FW: At the time that you asked me, no. No I had not.
AD: ...
FW: ...
AD: Oh....and....now?
FW: ....
AD: ..... FW: Alex, you can insist that Moose "drove you to it" or that my actions "made you do it" but ultimately it was your decision...your idea. While I made some considerable errors in judgment, that I have to own, your actions in that warehouse for those couple of days....that's all on you.
Alexander looks down.
FW: Kind of like...... *she takes his hand*...Kind of like my actions in that room with Ecosystem....those are mine...I have to own them.
AD: *looking up quickly* No..it's not the same....He was controlling you, you had no--
FW: Diana had started to reduce the drugs he was giving me, and I thought I had a plan to get out but I had to keep playing along....I could have found other ways to do it, but I chose what I chose. And then, when I heard Syd at the door....
Anyway....that entire experience taught me what it means...what it feels like to get pushed too far, whether by perceived injustices or by control freaks, and how easy it is to lose control and then not recognize yourself when you get it back.....I didn't know all that when you asked me that question, but I did when I got back. So if you were to ask me that question now, the answer would be yes, I forgive you.
Alexander exhales after what seems like a long time not breathing.
AD: That's...just...amazing....You are the most amazing--
FW: Besides, we're even.
AD: Huh?
FW: You carved me, I carved you and branded you with the iron you used on Moose. Even Steven.
Firewoman smiles. Alex looks like he's not sure if he should smile or not, but finally when he sees she's just trying to lighten the mood a bit, he does. The waiter brings their check, Alex signs.
AD: Ready to head back?
FW: Yeah...Ghosthead awaits.
AD: Okay...if you wanna have a smoke, I was going to call to see how Alexis is.
FW: Um...no. I think I'm quitting.
AD: What? Seriously? Fire! That's awesome!
FW: Let's not make it a thing. Tell Alexis hurry back so I don't get bored keeping her seat warm.
Alexander and Fire have started to walk out to the door, when Alexander turns to her, almost angrily.
AD: Get this straight. You are NOT her place holder. I want to tag team with YOU. Got it?
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: Yeah...Yes. Thank you.
AD: You call Lucky and tell him to get the limo and we'll head back to OOWF.
Alexander and Fire walk away as the INC stays put.
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