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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:39:03 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 1 Live From Massacre, Dominica
OOWF Invitational Round 1[/u]
Corax Bracket (1)Chris Evans vs. (32)Justin Sane (16)Comrade Sharkoff vs. (17)Ghosthead (9)Matt Folz vs. (24)Attitude Adjuster (8)Firechild vs. (25)Ecosystem
Semaj B Bracket (4)Aina vs. (29)Super Fly (13)Zane Myers vs. (20)LD Williams (12)Chad Madison vs. (21)Firewoman (5)Stank vs. (28)Sim Sebow
Spin Hansen Bracket (2)JP Sparxx vs. (31)Mr. Fun (15)Danny Taylor vs. (18)Alexander Darling (10)Rabbit Mask vs. (23)Moosehead Jack (7)Honcho Williams vs. (26)CC Scott
SYB Bracket (3)The Kai vs. (30)Capt. Excitement (14)Psykle vs. (19)El Lobo Sangriento (11)Mai Muyo vs. (22)Ricky Soaring Eagle (6)Davin Moreland vs. (27)Iron Stevie
Card subject to……forget it, I am not changing it
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:39:43 GMT -5
-->Honcho limps to the back after his Onslaught Championship match at Dance of Death. He is accompanied in the back by CC Scott, who had decided not to cone out for the match for some reason. He also has a looks of utter disdain on his face, as if something is making him sick inside as Honcho begins to speak..
HW - Man....I really thought I had it there for a second. I though I would have been able to do it.
CC - It was one hell of an effort, and you proved you could hang with the rest of these guys. I think you've made a good impression.
HW - Damn it! I was that close bro, that damn close *simulates with his hand*
CC - I couldnt have been a big help out there, I probably would have gotten you in trouble.
HW - Well, in any case, I think you prepared me well for this match. I've just gotta work harder and prove to everyone that I deserve another shot. And it all begins this week on Mayhem.
-->Scott has a terrible look of disdain on his face as Attitude Adjuster and the new, new, new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline approach from the lockers
AA - Ah, Honcho Poncho! Good match out there my boy! Just keep going with me and you will have many more opportunities like that!
CC - *says nothing*
AA - Wait a minute, whats the matter with you sad face? I didnt get one of your usual retorts...
CC - I'm not in the mood right now.
AA - I wouldn't be either, after seeing the card they released for next week.
HW - Is there something I should know about?
AA - Yeah man, next week is the first round of the OOWF Invitational! You are the #7 seed.
HW - Not gonna lie, thats pretty damn good,
AA - And you face the 26th seed.
HW - Oh yeah, and who is that.
AA - *looks over at Scott*
HW - Wait? Next week I face....you Scott?
CC - Yes, you do....I have no idea why I am even in this tournament, I havent wrestled in almost 2 years
HW - Well, this should be a bit of fun, and, no offense, a bit of a cake walk for me. Just promise me you wont lay down. I will pick you up and kick your teeth in if you do that.
CC - Come on! I have no intention of fighting you, you are much more athletic, much younger, stronger and you have been wrestling. I havent step foot inside the ring for a match as a contender in almost three years
AA - Well, me and my buddy here better move along, looks like you two got some business to work out. Honcho, good luck. And as for you Scott, break your face.
-->AA and the cutout walk off as Williams and Scott have a bit of a stare down in the hallway. Eventually Williams leaves the scene to go to the locker room and Scott is left with a conflicted look on his face as the camera fades.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:40:17 GMT -5
Fire is SITTING~! in the back, looking a combination of dejected and traumatized. Chad Madison comes up to her.
FW: Look...I'm sorry. I know I let you guys down.
CM: Well...you DID take three of our opponents with you. Two-thirds of Saints of Sinners too. So, it's not like you just gave up and left.
FW: Yeah.......
CM: You okay?
FW: ......
CM: I mean, seeing that happen to Outback.....kinda familiar, huh?
FW: Yeah, you know I don't really remember being carted out on the stretcher, but I watch the tapes and, I see all the concerned faces, like I saw out there tonight....
CM: ....
FW: ....but what happened to me doesn't even compare to this.....
CM: Well, this will make your night then.
He hands her the run sheet.
FW: Fantastic. Not going to lay down for me, I suppose?
CM: Not in the ring.
FW: Yeah, well, bring it, Cowboy. I'm not letting anything stand between me and another championship.
CM: Yes, ma'am.
Chad tips an invisible hat, and then pats her on the shoulder before he walks off. Fire smiles weakly and goes back to whatever it was she was thinking about before.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:40:46 GMT -5
The scene is chaotic in OOWF medical as staff and trainers are rushing to stabilize Outback Jack before loading him into an Ambulance. It does not help that a still bloody El Lobo is struggling to leave medical to get to the New Guard. Vic is trying to hold him back, but he is not having much success. Meanwhile, Danny Taylor stands near Jack, in a zombie like state. He barely moves, and just stares at the man that has been a mentor to him. A trainer comes over with a clean rag, and leans over to wipe the blood from Danny's face to see if he has been injured as well. This wakes Danny up, and he snatches the trainers arm before the rag can touch him. The glazed over look is gone, replaced by one of complete rage.
Trainer: Owww. Danny....You're hurting me.
Danny shoves the trainer aside. At this moment, they start wheeling Jack out towards a waiting Ambulance. Danny follows, shoving anything and anyone that gets in his way aside. Vic and Lobo have stopped what they are doing, and have started following him, concerned over both of their friends. They make it to the parking lot, where Jack is loaded into the ambulance. Right before Jack is loaded in, Danny stands beside him and gently lays a hand on his friends chest, he then backs up and stands visibly shaking as they load Jack up and drive off.
For a moment all three men just watch, then Danny flips out. He starts tossing around anything not nailed down, and puts his fist through a nearby car window, drawing his own blood to add to Jacks that Evans had smeared on him. Vic and Lobo exchanged worried looks and attempt to calm him down.
DVD: Danny, chill. You have to calm down. It's like I was telling Lobo, If we run off half cocked and angry, we play right into their hands.
Lobo: Vic is right. We have to stay level headed. I'm just as angry as you, but we have to focus the anger, and not let it control us. They will pay, but on our terms.
Danny stops destroying things, but he does not seem anymore calm. You can almost see the steam emanating from him. Vic walks over and puts a reassuring hand on Danny's arm.
DVD: This will not be allowed to stand. Now let's go get cleaned up and think this through rationally.
Danny jerks away violently, shocking Vic. Danny reaches up towards the blood smeared on his face, and stops just short of touching it, his expression changing from rage, to confusion, to sadness, then back to rage all in an instant. He slowly points to the blood, then shakes his head no. Vic and Lobo exchange confused looks.
Lobo: You don't want the blood removed?
Danny again shakes his head no. He point to the blood, then points down. He then makes the symbols for C and E, before pointing back to his face.
DVD: You aren't removing Jack's blood until you have Evans to replace it?
Danny slowly nods his head yes, his eyes nearly narrowing to slits. Lobo's eyes light up with and idea.
Lobo: Has anyone checked on Ashley and Spencer at the bar?
Danny shoots a look at them, then motions that he will. He heads off, the anger still shooting through him. Vic looks over at Lobo scared.
DVD: Shit, do you think they really went after the girls too?
Lobo: No, but it keeps Danny from doing anything crazy now.
DVD: Smart thinking.
Lobo: I have my moments. (Pause) Vic, you've known Danny longer than me, will he recover from this.
DVD: (looking scared) I don't know Lobo, I just don't.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:41:26 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is sitting in what appears to be his locker room. On the table in front of him is his Trios Championship and a can of Fosters. He looks up at the camera and his eyes are red rimmed.**
LDW: “I completed my second six-pack tonight. I should be celebrating, but I’m not, thanks to the New Guard.
Normally in this situation I’d be sitting back, trying to do the right thing and let Danny have first shot at you. I’d be trying not to disrupt the storyline.
…Fuck Storylines.
…Fuck doing the right thing
…Fuck each and every one of you.
Tonight you didn’t take away an ally, you robbed me of a friend - and you ended the career of a man far, far better than you. Make no mistake, when Danny decides to come after you I will happily have his back, but until, during, and after that I will make your lives a living hell.
**Williams downs the can of Foster’s and slams it on the table so hard it crumples. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment and he belches loudly.**
LDW: “That’s Australian for You. Will. Fear Me.”
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:42:03 GMT -5
*Wiliams finishes off the rest of the Fosters when Stank walks in holding his Campeonas de Trios belt. LD Looks up and sees the blank expression on his friend's face. LD rises to his feet and hands Stank a second can of Fosters. Stank stares down at the can in one hand and his belt in the other.*
Stank - Tonight I've become a Six-Pack champion... thanks to you LD.
LDW -
Stank - We should be celebrating. We should be celebrating taking gold away from the New-
*Stank can't even get the name out of his mouth as he stares at the can of Fosters.*
Stank -
LDW -
Stank - Outback Jack and I haven't exactly seen eye to eye since I left Drink & Destroy... ... ... but I once called him brother.
*Stank reaches over and opens the can of beer. He chokes down a big gulp of it then lowers it by his side with a scowl on his face.*
Stank - What was that you were saying earlier LD...? .... Fuck storylines?
LDW - Yeah.
Stank - ... ... yeah... ... I'm good with that.
LDW -
Stank - No rest until the Shit Guard lie a broken and bloody mess at our feet.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:42:38 GMT -5
*fade-in to a SFJ, who is standing by waiting to interview Chris Evans, though she is clearly feeling uneasy, considering what had just transpired*
SFJ: I’m standing here waiting to talk to Chris Evans, and...oh, oh God no...
Chris Evans walks into frame, wearing a t-shirt that says “I Broke Outback Jack’s Legs” and on the back says "...And All I got was this Lousy T-Shirt."
CE: Hey babe, me and the guys are going out to celebrate taking care of our first target. Wanna come along?
SFJ: ...
CE: Babe, I said...
SFJ: What kind of a man are you?
CE: The Intercontinental Champion, leader of the New Guard, and all-around awesome. Why do you ask? By the way, how do you like the shirt?
SFJ: Y..you just ended the career of Outback Jack, in front of one of his best friends. And you joke about it like its nothing. How do you sleep at night?
CE: I sleep pretty damn peacefully. Why, you offering?
SFJ: Ugh, you’re fucking sick, you know that?
CE: I’m not sick, just at a different level from the rest of these Old-timers. Believe me, people around here can say whatever they want, but the fact of the matter is, nobody else wanted to see Outback Jack make a fool of himself any further. They just didn’t have the guts to do what we did. These people should be thanking us for removing a man trying to stay past his welcome and taking opportunities that have no business being with him.
SFJ: You nearly killed him.
CE: Jack’s about as tough as he is stubborn, so there’s no way he would die from something like that. Don’t see him walking anytime soon, though, but hey, these things happen.
SFJ: You son-of-a-bitch. I can’t even stand to be around you right now.
The SFJ leaves down the hallway, holding back emotion.
CE *shouts*: Hey, it’s your loss.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:43:22 GMT -5
<Moose and Eco are sitting in the back, Moose is downing a beer while Eco just sits not saying much. Finally Eco says something>
Eco: They got Jack good
MHJ: <belching> That they did
Eco: Me, you and Williams are the oldest of the old guard left
MHJ: <opening another beer> That we are
Eco: Does it bother you that we could be next on their hit list
MHJ: Nope
Eco: <getting a little impatient> You have an awful cavalier attitude about this
MHJ: What do you want me to say? We are old guard. We are the oldest of old guard. Everyone hates you, and I have burned all my bridges. If they come after us, so fucking be it, no one is siding with us. But I can tell you one thing, there will be no dumbfuck moves like running into a cage match six on two. If they want to take me out, I am goddamn sure taking one of them with me. Danny is young and stupid, so I expect that from him. Jack is a fucking vet, he should know better, he didn’t think, and look what happened to him.
<Eco just stares at Jack>
Beside, they aren’t Darlings, so to be perfectly honest, I don’t give a fuck about them
<Moose cracks open another beer and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:43:55 GMT -5
As Stank and LD stand in silence, they hear the door open slowly. Both men turn to look at it, and see the small frame of Spencer Darling enter the room. She has tears welling up in her eyes and looks at both men sadly. None of them say anything. Finally Spencer speaks.
Spencer: Stank, LD, I know both of you have had problems with the current version of Drink and Destroy....
Stank: It was never with you.
LD: Yeah.
Spencer: I know, but you have with Danny, Vic and, (she chokes up a little) Jack. I don't know what you plan to do going forward, but there is something you should know. Danny just came to check on me and Ash, he was covered in Jack's blood. He would not wash it off. He just kept calling for Evans blood to replace it. He is going to go after them. I may have lost one friend today, I don't want to lose another.
Stank: Spencer.....
Spencer: Look, I'm not asking you guys to rejoin D&D. That ship has sailed, but I know you both, you won't let this stand, but neither will Danny. Help him get to Evans. Danny is going after them, Lobo too. I know neither of you will let what happened to Jack stand. You don't have to be allies, but...
LD: We don't have to be enemies either?
Spencer: Exactly. Before it was just arrogance, but now it's something so much more. The New Guard needs to be hurt.
Stank: Are you really sure this is what Taylor would want?
Spencer: No, but it may be just what he needs.
A momentary pause passes, and in that pause, a TV in the background plays Evans promo as all three watch in stunned silence.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:44:31 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is being tended to by medics and trainers, just having competed in the Onslaught Championship Dance of Death match. Female Reporter 420 is by his side, attempting to get some questions answered.
FR420: How are you feeling after the match?
RM: A little off, kind of.
FR420: Well, that final Gem Drop from Sparxx did look pretty brutal. I can't imagine it felt much better.
RM: I really can't remember. Honestly, the whole match is a blur. You're saying I lost, though?
FR420: Yea, Sparxx went over clean. Sorry...
RM: I'm never going to move up the card if I keep taking losses like this.
FR420: Maybe you should slow down a little. You were pretty significantly injured just a few weeks ago, and came back pretty obviously prematurely...
RM: What are you talking about?
FR420: The assault by Ghosthead, the cracked skull, the concussions...
RM: I don't know what you're going on about, I just need my medications. I'm real sore right now for some reason.
FR420: Probably because you were just planted on your half-broken head by Sparxx after wrestling a 30-minute match.
RM: I wrestled a match? Did I win?
FR420: No... You're scheduled to wrestle Moosehead Jack next week. How do you...
Rabbit Mask interrupts her by vomiting all over her blouse before closing his eyes and drifting off. Female Reporter 420 stands up, turns around, carefully slips off her blouse and leaves as the medics start wiring Rabbit Mask up to machines.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:46:11 GMT -5
Cut to Moosehead Jack standing to get another beer, when he's quickly taken down by a chopblock to the ankle by Matt Folz. Eco races over to try to help, but he's taken down from behind by a double clothesline from the Flying Hawaiians.
MF: Maybe you're right Moose, you won't be dumb enough to race into a 6 on 2 attack in a cage. But you're damn sure fucking stupid enough to leave your locker room door wide fucking open to allow a 3 on 2 attack aren't you?
Moose snarls and tries getting to his feet, but Folz quickly takes him down with a dragon screw legwhip and follows by locking in an anklelock. At the same time, the Hawaiians take Eco out with a back suplex/neckbreaker combo.
MF: Are we proving ourselves to you now jackass? Huh? Do you give a shit about us NOW, you miserable old fuck? You're pathetic, you know that? I've wanted to do this for a LONG damn time.
Folz picks up a chair, places it around Moose's ankle and jumps, giving a sick satisfied smile as he hears Moose's ankle loudly crack. The 3 New Guard members are about to leave the room, when Folz stops, thinks and turns back to Eco.
MF: Oh yeah, reading Rick's preview this afternoon reminded me of something....
Folz picks Eco up and delivers an Angle slam through a table.
MF: ...... I'm still pissed about you stripping me of my title. Have a nice night gentlemen.
The camera picks up a little bit of the New Guard conversation as they leave the room.
MF: Whenever you want to go after your Trios titles again, I've got your back, just say the word.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:47:57 GMT -5
*Fade in to a bar in Hell, Michigan, well after Outback Jack has been taken to the hospital, where we find a solitary El Lobo Sangriento STARING~! into a half-empty beer…
ELS: Evans, Folz, Kai, Aina, Fulton, Sparxx…I don’t even have the words. You were being insufferable douchebags. It was fun to get in the ring and mix it up with you. Knock you around a bit. You were assholes. You deserved to take a beating in the ring.
ELS: But now? Now you’re making Ecosystem look sane. You’re making Moosehead Jack look tame. You’ve gone so far beyond the business here. You took out a friend and teammate. A legend in this company and in this industry. I don’t think you realize the shitstorm that’s about to rain down on your heads.
ELS: I’ve always tried to handle my business in the ring. I don’t like sneak attacks. I don’t like backstage brawls. But you guys have kept pushing and pushing and pushing. I really hope this is what you wanted. I hope you’ve thought it through. I hope you’re prepared to have pain redefined, because that’s what I’m bringing now.
ELS: Danny, Vic – hell, LD, Stank, and anyone else who cares about Outback Jack – let’s finish these fuckers. I’m on my way back to the arena.
*Lobo drains his glass and heads out of the bar as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:48:55 GMT -5
Matt Folz shaking his head after watching Lobo's last promo.
MF: Drinking beer at 9 in the morning? Gee, that's sending a great message to the youth in your "Wolfpack", what a great role model. Look, I'll say this to anyone who has a problem with what we did last night: We aren't hard to find, and we don't duck anyone. If you have a problem with us, try and stop us. You can't and you won't, but you're more than welcome to try.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:50:15 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! out on the loading dock, smoking a cigarette, looking thoughtfully as the smoke drifts upward. A shape comes up behind her.Shape: I thought you quit that stuff? FW: It's a gradual step down thing. Firechild: *stepping into view* Ah. FW: Want one? FC: Sure... [OOC: I don't know if Firechild smokes or not...I'll edit it out if he doesn't, but it works better if he does .] Firewoman hands him a cigarette and her Zippo. He lights.FC: That's a nice one...good balance. FW: Yeah, and it's kind of insulated so if what you're lighting doesn't catch right away, you won't burn your thumb if you have to hold it longer. FC: Nifty feature. The two stand in silence for a bit.FC: You've really had some interesting times since I left. FW: You could say that. FC: What do you think about what's happening now? FW: Here's what I think. When I was at my lowest, before I had my match with Tytan, and then after I came back and all the crap with Ecosystem, exactly two people were in my corner, no questions asked. FC: Alex. FW: Yes, and Danny. FC: Okay. FW: Danny is such a gentle soul....truly kind, truly caring....but something's changed. New Guard's attack on Outback has changed him from that lovable guy to ...whatever he is now. I hope he's not permanently broken, because something like that.... *she takes a drag*....that can take a lifetime to fix. FC: Yeah...... FW: I didn't know Outback well. We had a short feud, once, but that was it. I respected him as a veteran here, even though I know his multiple personality schtick was just that. What New Guard did to him was bad....really bad. But what's done to Danny? I just don't know if I can let that go. FC: Folz attacked your brother, too. FW: My what? FC: Yeah, I know...but I also know that you're not nearly as done with him as he is with you right now. FW: True. Saw this little gem too. Somehow there's a television in the loading dock, and it plays this:FC: Interesting. FW: The old Firewoman would be all over that. FC: Hmmm...you know, were you to ask my opinion.... FW: Uh huh.... FC: Well, there are some diseases that can't be removed by normal means...you can't drive them out, cut them out, what have you. No, some things....you just have to burn them out. As he says "burn" he lights Firewoman's lighter and holds it in front of her. Her eyes are transfixed on the flame, and a familiar smile creeps across her face.FW: That would feel good.... Firewoman seems to be weighing her options. Then she reaches out and closes the lighter up, taking it from him.FW: I'm not opposed...just......look, let's wait and see for now....but keep our options open. FC: Yeah....you're probably right. They stand in silence for a while.FC: What would you use...kerosene? FW: Maybe...although mineral spirits often give off some lovely colored flames...gotta be especially careful of the fumes though... The two continue to think fiery thoughts as the camera pulls back and then fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:51:00 GMT -5
**Matt Folz turns from the camera and an elbow slams into his face. He staggers back a step and the camera pans back to reveal his attacker is L.D. Williams. Williams kicks Folz in the stomach and levels him with a Canadian Destroyer. A commotion is heard off screen and the camera swings to show Stank holding of the Flyin’ Hawai’ians with a steel chair. The camera swings back to Williams leaning over Folz, who’s starting to stir.**
LDW: “Found you.”
**Williams punches Folz in the face and joins Stank to take down the Hawai’ians long enough for them to get away.**
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:51:29 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting somewhere in a seedy hotel, his foot up with an ice bag across his ankle. He is watching OOWFtv on the local feed and sees LD's promo>
Goddamn, ouch Folz. You know, I tried giving the New Guard credit for being smart. You were choosing your battles and not taking on more than you could handle. A war fought on too many fronts is a war you are going to lose. But then, Matty, you had to go and try and make an example out of me.
The ankle will heal. It's not broken, so you fucked up there. You also got my attention, so you REALLY fucked up there. Folz, right now the only thing that is saving your ass from being skinned alive is that your last name is not Darling. Quite honestly I don't give a shit about you, or your merry band of assholes, but keep pushing me and that will change in a fucking hurry.
You want war Matty? You know what I can do. You know what Eco can do. You have the whole fucking locker room screaming for your blood, so you attack the two people that were willing to sit back and let things happen. I really thought you were smarter than that. Hell, at this point, if I were the rest of your running buddies, I would seriously consider kicking your ass for being so fucking stupid.
Keep pushing me Folz. This ankle will heal. Keep pushing and what I do to you will never heal.
Trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:51:59 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is sans interviewer, due to nobody wanting to be anywhere in the vicinity of him, for their own protection*
Evans: You know, after last night, I figured that people would appreciate that we did what nobody else wanted to do, and that was to make sure that Outback Jack was able enjoy a permanent retirement from the ring. And what happens? People want us dead for that? You know what, though? I don’t give a shit what these people think about what we did. We said we would do it, we saw an opportunity, and guess what? We fucking did it. Lobo says I’m worse than Eco and Moose? Seeing how those two are just talk, I’d say I’m better than they are.
Look at Eco. He claims he wants to destroy the OOWF, wants to take it down piece by piece? But what has he done to do this? What, take away some titles from us while he was Commissioner? Eat some human flesh? Granted those are good ways to make an impact and get some attention to yourself, but aside from that? He’s done nothing.
And as for Moose, come on Moose. You’ve been trying for years to take down Alex, claimed that you would stop at nothing to end not only his career, but his very life. Yeah, how long you been doing that for, Moose? What is it now, 6, 7 years? Come on, we did to Outback Jack in one night what it’s taken you 7 years and counting to do. You’re nothing but talk, Moose. Talk and mindgames. Us on the other hand, we’re all about making an impact, and doing what needs to be done.
And Fire, that’s cute, how you think that your new-found conscience is gonna help you. It’s compassion that is going to be the downfall of Danny Taylor, and compassion is something that really doesn’t suit you. I see it in your eyes, you can hide it however you want, but you want us gone in the worst way possible. You want to do to us what we did to Jack, that and more. Well Fire, you of all people should know that things didn’t have to be this way. All they had to do was go out gracefully. The rest of the OOWF kicked us around, kicked us to the side, said we weren’t worth it. Well, ya see what happens when you push someone too far? You pushed Bryce and I too far, we kicked your ass. Davin kicked us out? We went to Eric and formed the Brass Knuckle Kings. Eric kicked us out? Folz and myself founded the very group that stands above all in this business today. So you see, you can do whatever you want to us, but face it, we’re not going anywhere.
We may be targets now, but we finally got everyone’s attention. What we did to Outback Jack, think of it as natural selection, survival of the fittest. Out of everyone in this place, he was by far the weakest. He barely showed up, he barely made any effort, and he still demanded to be respected? Sorry, I don’t work like that. Only the best will prosper, the cream always rises to the top, as Randy Savage once said. And those who refuse to do this and still want respect? Well, you take them and make it so that they can never become a problem again.
And Taylor, if you want to try getting revenge on us for what we did to your friend and mentor, there’s only one thing that I can say in return to that. If you try and get to us, the same thing will happen to you.
Evans holds his hand up to the camera in the form of a gun.
E: Click…click…*whispers* Boom.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:52:47 GMT -5
“I Disappear” by Metallica blasts through the speakers of the arena in Massacre, Dominica and Firechild makes his entrance, complete with his pyro from his run as part of the 3 Piece Set. However, unlike the exuberant rock gestures which went with that time, Firechild walks to the ring with a sombre expression dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket.
He picks up a steel chair from behind the Azerbaijanian announce table and tosses it into the ring. He slides into the ring sets the chair up and sits down as the house lights are lowered. He raise his head and addresses the hard camera position. --- FC: I made a mistake. I thought I could come back to the OOWF and pick up where I left off, as if nothing had changed. I was wrong.
The OOWF is a very different place to when I left, and new competitors have risen to the top, guys like Alex Darling, Stan Fulton & Chris Evans. What is Firechild to them but a has-been, a never was, a guy who left the company having never quite broken through the glass ceiling?
That’s one of the many thinks JP-Sparxx has got wrong. I’m not Old Guard – the Old Guard are the guys who stayed here, who busted their ass, week in and week out for years, who carried this company, who gave their blood, health and soul to the OOWF fans. As far as you know, I’ve been on a beach for five years. I’m quite simply NOT WORTHY of being in the Old Guard. I’m something else.
Apart from that, I’m not the person I was when I ran with 3 Piece Set, when I was winning titles, feuding with the original Drink & Destroy and setting folks on fire. I’m not a single guy in his mid 20s, living on the road, wanting to be a rock star and willing to do whatever it took to get noticed.
I’m older, more settled, more sure of myself. I don’t need a pyromaniac or rock star gimmick to set myself apart, I don’t need a heel stable to define myself. Simply put, I’m not Firechild anymore.
Let’s be honest, it’s silly – I’m 30 years old! This isn’t Japan where a middle-aged guy can get by with a name like the Lightning Kid. Apart from that, me being Firechild is just damned confusing when Lisa Darling, formerly Quinn goes by the name of Firewoman – and she’s been a much bigger player in the OOWF over the past few years.
So, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Chris Napier, I’m a wrestler from Dundee, Scotland. I wrestled here a few years ago under the name of Firechild, winning the Onslaught, Intercontinental and Tag Team titles. I also won the OOWF Invitational once but we’ll come back to that.
I could just go under my own name, but there’s already a Chris on the roster in quite a prominent spot so I still need to call myself something… let me tell you a story.
As a boy my favourite book was Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up. His motto was, I’ll fly, I’ll fight, I’ll crow. Now, I may have grown up, and why I can’t fly any more than the average luchador, I can sure as hell fight. As for crowing, well I can talk with the best of them. The Crow is also the heraldic animal of my family and my favourite movie, so from here on in, if you don’t want to call me by my given name, I guess you can call me… Crowing.
So from here on in, let’s say I’m starting at 0-0. I’m not a ‘nearly Grand Slam champion’, I’m a competitor who is here in the OOWF to make a mark, to secure a legacy. To win everything and beat everyone, while putting on the best damn matches these fans have ever seen.
My career starts this Wednesday, in the opening round of the OOWF Invitational against the guy who started this entire company. Ecosystem. They say it’s always best to start at the beginning…
The Invitational aside, your mocking tone has marked you out JP-Sparxx, and you have to know that you came this close to losing the Onslaught title on Wednesday. Rest assured, you can hide behind your stable and your little hoochie, but I am coming and I will take that title from you. If I have to make an example of you to kick-start my career…
So be it. --- The newly monikered Crowing stands up and calmly places his trademark lighter on the chair and leaves the ring…
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:53:40 GMT -5
*As Crowing makes his way up the ramp "Skin" by Nonpoint blasts through the speakers and the crowd loses their shit as Stank walks out to the top of the ramp, sledgehammer in hand. Crowing meets Stank at the top of the ramp and the two share a look. Stank extends his hand. Crowing looks down at it before shaking hands with the big man. Stank nods his head and continues down the ramp as Crowing disappears behind the curtain. Stank slides in under the bottom rope, walks over to the far side of the ring and is handed a mic, the crowd cheering wildly before settling down to let Stank speak.*
Stank - You know... that man, who just walked out of here... The New Guard could learn alot from him. Firech- excuse me - I mean Crowing is all business. He comes out here, he doesn't bitch and moan about his spot. He doesn't go out of his way to insult or disrespect those who stayed and fought in this company while he was away. He doesn't cry or commit desperate acts for attention. He comes out here. He tells you who he is. He tells you what he's going to do. And he sets out to do it. Period. End of story. I wish him well. He and I have fought on opposite sides more often than not, but I've always respected him because he refuses to wallow in insufferable douchenozzleness. He's smart enough to know when to let go of childish things. When you're a child then you act like a child, but when you are a man... be a man.
Now this promo is going to be different than the one it should be.... I just became a member of a very select group of individuals claiming to be 6-pack champions. I should be out here holding my Trios title belt up high, proclaiming how me and my partners are prepared to take on all who would challenge us, proclaiming how we have taken gold away from the New Guard. I should be talking about how my Trios title supports my great career... instead I'm out here with a sledgehammer... and a pipe bomb.
*The crowd cheers wildly at this, hanging on to Stank's words.*
Now... I know what you are thinking... and no... I'm not going to pretend that what the New Guard did to Outback Jack last night disturbed me to the point that I'm seeking revenge. I'm not going to pretend that I'm above ending someone's career. I've been there and I've done that. This is not to say that I'm happy about what happened to Outback Jack. I didn't like what I saw. I didn't necessarily want to see that happen to him. No man should get taken out like that. Not like that.
You see it isn't that the New Guard may very well have ended the career of a man I once called brother. It's why?
Why?
The New Guard they run their mouths and have the balls to play victim. They say shit like how the old guys don't deserve to be around, they need to get out of the way, we've been held down for so long, the old guys are past their prime. It's time we step up, It's time we clean up this shithole. They don't respect us, we hold all the gold, look at us, love us, we're the best, why don't you like us? And then like the petulant children you are... you act out in a desperate cry for attention. You beat up Outback Jack, and then you break both his legs.
*Crowd boos loudly as Stank gives them time to reflect.*
Well... congratulations New Guard... you've finally after months of whining and doing nothing of note... you've finally gotten our attention. You've finally done something that has compelled me to give a shit beyond merely taking your titles.
*Crowd cheers.*
Now before I continue, I'd just like to point out that usually this is the point where the New Guard would storm down that ramp, surround this here ring, and then attack me from all sides, beat me down in an attempt to make a huge statement... well sorry... that shit's not gonna happen.
Earlier LD and I beat the shit out of The Flying Hawaiians and Mattie Folz. We stuffed them in a closet, and my boy Justin Sane was kind enough to park a forklift in front of the door, insuring I won't have to play the numbers game in the midst of my rant here. I freely admit it wasn't a fair fight . I had a steel chair. Metal met flesh and what do you know... metal won. Oh and don't take Davin's silence as him not giving a shit. He and LD are watching and hoping that Stan the man, Sparkyboy, and Lambheart come down here thinking that they have the advantage with me all alone here in the ring.
I have to admit... I hope they come out here too.
But they won't. They'll claim some shit like it will be on their terms and not ours. The problem with that however is... it ain't ever going to be on your terms... never again.
You see you don gone and poked the sleeping giant, and let me tell you... the only reason that giant was asleep was because the New Guard bored him to death.
*Cheers*
He's awake now. Alive and Kicking. You punch one of us in the face? We bleed two of you dry. You put one of us in the hospital? Do I need to say the rest?
Why is this happening might ask? I'll tell you why. What y'all did to Outback Jack had jackshit to do with proving how great y'all are. It had nothing to do with competition, or titles, or respect, or honor, or any of that shit. It had fuck all to do with establishing a legacy for the New Guard. What that shit was was an act of desperation. An act of petulance. Petty and childish.
Was that shit suppose to scare someone? The only thing you've done is cement your end.
I own the Invitational. I'm the only one who has won it twice. Last year I beat Chris Evans in the final to become the World Champion for the second time in my distinguished career. That was LAST year.
THIS year I ain't waitin for no gotdamn tournament to get me some New Guard blood. None of us are. After what you did to Outback Jack... this ain't about who is better than who. This ain't about titles. This ain't about winning matches. This is about wrecking people.
And there ain't no one who does that better than me.
Matt, Kai, Aina, J-P, Chris, and Stan
Trust me. This is not the war you wanted Newbies, but it is the one you're gonna get.
Don't believe me?
*Stank drops the mic as his music fires up. He holds his sledghammer up to his shoulder and stares up the ramp in anticipation. After a few moments, he exits the ring and hops the barricade. He walks through the crowd and heads up the steps toward an arena exit. LD Williams stands at the top of the stairs weilding a lead pipe. Stank meets him there as Davin Moreland walks up behind LD holding rebar in one hand and a steel chair in the other. The crowd roars as the Trios Champions hold there weapons up high, then exit as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:54:46 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams walks into the Destroyitarium. Victor and Lobo are sitting at the bar, and Danny is at a table in the back corner, staring at his hands. Victor starts to get up, but Williams waves him off.**
LDW: “I just want a word with Danny.”
**Williams sits down across the table from Danny, who doesn’t look up.**
LDW: “I imagine you’re playing it back in your head, trying to figure out what you could have done, how you could have stopped it.”
DDT: <no reaction>
LDW: “I imagine you’re feeling guilty as hell.”
DDT: <no reaction>
LDW: “I imagine that Victor and Lobo have already told you it’s not your fault.”
DDT: <no reaction>
LDW: “They’re right…but here’s the thing they won’t tell you…you should blame yourself.”
**Danny’s head snaps up and he glares at Williams, who doesn’t seem to notice.**
LDW: “Not because it’s your fault. Not because you could have or should have done anything different. Because it’ll motivate you for what’s to come.”
**Danny looks back down at his hands.**
LDW: “Things are going to get ugly.”
**Danny doesn’t react at first, but after a long moment he nods once. Williams stands, puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder for a moment, and then leaves the bar.
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:57:37 GMT -5
*OOWF Loading Dock*
Firewoman is still sitting on the ledge watching the workers prepare the area and just as she's about to say something to one of them she realizes it's no longer her job and she goes back to playing with her Zippo. She takes a deep breath before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone and a piece of paper. She takes a long time staring at the paper seemingly trying to memorize every inch of it and after enough time passes she lights the paper on fire and watches it burn to ash before shaking her hand and letting it fall away. She sighs as she dials a number...and unfortunately we don't have the magic to see both sides this time
Firewoman: Hey, it's Fire...
I know. This is the last call I wanted to make.
You know why.
Can we just not...
I'm losing him...I think.
Well, it sure seems like it.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I need a favor.
Yes. From you.
You know what, forget it...
I don't have to like you to know you can help.
He's done the same for me.
So, can you be here by Sunday?
The sooner, the better I think. I'd rather not see him slip any further.
It's not for the better. The ends doesn't always justify the means.
Even if he succeeds in accomplishing his goal, so will Moose because this is killing him.
Yes...I'm 100% sure.
I'll see you then. Bye...
And thanks.
Fire hangs up the phone and looks up to the heavens almost seemingly saying a quick prayer before shaking her head and standing up. She dusts herself off before heading back into the arena as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:58:17 GMT -5
The camera stays in the Destroyatorium as LD leaves Danny stays at the table in the corner, not moving other than the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes seem glazed, almost as if lost in the past. Vic and Lobo sit at the bar, surprisingly without drinks. Both men keep randomly taking glances back at Danny, but neither seems willing to make a move. Finally Vic breaks the silence.
DVD: Matches don't really favor us this week.
Lobo: How so?
DVD: You have Psykle, and Danny has Alex.
Lobo: (pause) We don't really have problems with either of them.
DVD: Exactly, I can't see us having our focus being on them, when the only people we want to get our hands on are the New Guard. I hate to admit it, but they hurt us....bad.
Lobo: We will come back from this.
At this point Ashley walks out from the back, and joins the boys at the bar.
Ashley: Will we? Danny is a wreck, he either in a weird zombie like trance, or a seething cauldron of rage destroying everything in sight. The last time I saw him like this was when you were shot Vic.
Vic puts a hand over his stomach were the old wound is at.
DVD: Yeah, but he came back from that, he will come back from this as well.
Ashley: He came back because you came back, what if Jack does not come back.
An uncomfortably long silence passes between the three.
DVD: He will come back, he is one of the strongest people I know, I have faith that he will do what he nee.....
Vic's words are cut off as Danny suddenly flips the table in front of him. He is on his feet and making a bee line towards the door. Vic and Lobo quickly jump up to intercept him, but he easily is able to shove both men aside. Ashley let's out a little scream, but Danny doesn't seem to notice. He is almost at the exit, when it opens and Spencer stands before him. Danny pauses, and it almost seems like he will shove past her, when she looks up at him tears in her eyes.
Spencer: He is my friend as well.
With that Spencer leans forward giving Danny a hug. For a brief moment, a look of sadness followed by comfort is on Danny's face, but the it quickly vanishes into an emotionless state. Spencer releases her hug, and reaches up towards Danny's face that is still covered in Jacks drying blood. Danny jerks his face away and Spencer pulls her hand back. She gently takes Danny's hand and leads him back to a table near the far end of the Destroyatorium. Meanwhile Lobo is up and helping Vic back to his feet. Ashley comes over to check on them as well, but Vic motions that they are okay.
DVD: Ash, get us a round of Fosters.
Ashley: Are you sure about that.
DVD: (glancing back at Danny) Yeah, It's time to honor our friend. We can't go running off half cocked, but we can't let this stand either. We honor our friend, then we plan for the future. (He looks to Lobo) I don't even have to ask do I.
Lobo: No, I'm in all the way.
DVD: Good. The New Guard has gone too far. It's time for them to pay the piper.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 18:59:44 GMT -5
Outside of small house on the outskirts of Salt Lake City, Utah a small blonde woman looks inside the back door of the house from the expansive fenced in back yard: Woman: You don't have to do this, you know. : Yeah, I do. W: No, you don't. Do you remember what you were like when you came out here? You were a wreck. That job almost killed you. It's been good here. Good for both of us. : This ain't about a job. W: No, it's about you. This is good here. What you've made. You said you made it for me, but you did it for HIM. I know that. Just like I know you did it for you too. All three of us. We lost him. I just... : .... W: ....I just don't want to lose you, too. : .... W: Well? Don't you have anything to say? D.H. Magnusson pushes through the door, a battered duffle bag slung over his shoulder.DHM: Yeah, call the shelter. Tell 'em I won't be in for a while.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 19:00:19 GMT -5
CE: Hey Matt, I saw what you did with Moose.
MF: Yeah, that was pretty good, huh?
CE: Yeah, that was great and all Matt, but that’s not in the plans. You know that, man.
MF: Yeah, I know, but if we’re gonna take them out, now’s the time.
CE: Matt, we’ll take them out when the time is right, okay? Right now, our main priority is finishing what we’ve started, and that’s taking out the rest of Drink & Destroy. We’ve got enough battles as it is right now, alright? Let the four of them take each other out, and when they’re finished, that’s the time when we strike.
MF: I know, but...
CE: Like some Old Guarder once said, “Work smarter, not harder.” Can’t remember who that guy was, probably some jobber. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re on the top of this business now, and we can’t afford to risk losing that. So just remember that from now on, alright, Matt?
MF: Yeah, sure, no problem.
*Matt and Chris fistbump as we fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 3, 2012 19:02:55 GMT -5
<J.P. Sparxx steps out of the New Guard locker room and is blasted in the face by red mist as soon as he closes the door. Unable to cry out, Sparxx is grabbed by a pair of gloved hands and dragged down the hallway. Sparxx’s assailant slams his head into the wall, spins him around, and levels him with a Desecrator. In the process, we see that the attacker is Ketsueki Seishin. Aisha step into the frame and looks down at Sparxx, speaking softly.>
A: “Running with a pack does not make you a wolf, little spark. It does not hide your failings…or your fear.”
Aisha drops to one knee beside Sparxx and leans over to whisper in his ear.
A: “Ket is coming for you.
<Jewel exits the New Guard locker room and sees JP. She screams, but by the time the rest of New Guard get through the door Ket and Aisha have disappeared.>
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