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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:30:43 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 3 Live! From Kralendijk, Bonaire
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way[/u] Stan Fulton vs. Comrade Sharkoff vs. Matt Folz vs. Ghosthead
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Davin Moreland & El Lobo Sangriento
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] JP Sparxx vs. Mai Muyo
OOWF Invitational – Round 3[/u] Chris Evans vs. Crowing LD Williams vs. Stank Rabbit Mask vs. Danny Taylor Psykle vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
OOWF Tag Team Showcase – Week 1[/u] Texpress vs. Phoenix Rising Attitude Adjuster & Hocho Williams vs. The Saints of Sinners Texpress vs. The Saints of Sinners Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. Phoenix Rising
Card subject to something about Bonaire
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:31:19 GMT -5
*A Beach*
A solitary figure is sitting on a windy beach looking out into the ocean watching the waves crash against a rock formation. The figure pulls up his hoodie as he continues to sit in silence. Slowly another figure approaches what is clearly Alexander Darling. The ninja mics pick up the conversation...
Poe: I knew you wouldn't be too far.
Alexander: I can't believe she called you.
Poe: She's worried. As I'm starting to become.
Alexander: You? Worried about me? Surely you're fucking kidding me Omar.
Poe: I understand your emotions and thoughts are all over the place but do not take my change in relationship to you as a forgetting of the past. I can forgive, but it doesn't mean I'll forget what you did to me Alex.
Alexander: So then why are you here? What do you think you could say to make me think this business isn't going to destroy me. Destroy her. Destroy everyone I care about?
Poe: Alex, I've seen the wrestling world take a lot from a lot of strong people. I've seen people who can't handle the pressure and they crack. They wreck their bodies, their souls and they wreck the people around them as they circle the drain. It's happened to both friends and enemies. Alexander Darling...I can't believe I'm going to say this to you. You're stronger than all of them.
*Alex turns to look at Poe, clearly surprised*
Alexander: Excuse me?
Poe: Alex, I helped train you into the wrestler you are today, but the man you've become...that's all on you and it's damn impressive. The fact is you were and are and probably will always be an extremely arrogant douchebag, but beyond that, you care more strongly than almost anyone I've ever met. Your family, blood or otherwise, you will do the world for them and if I had seen that earlier instead of just trying to break another gaijin, maybe my family would have grown to unimaginable levels. But I tried to break you and take your family away from you and it cost me.
Alexander: About what happened back there...
Poe: It's the past Alex. We've both changed a lot since then and moved on. What matters is the present. What are you doing out here?
Alexander: After what I did to Eric and what I almost did to Danny...I feel as if I'm losing my mind...losing who I am. I've tried so hard to be better than I was and I'm not sure I can be that person if it means I can finally eliminate Moose from this world.
Poe: I can't tell you what to do, but what I can tell you is that while you may think eliminating Moose will solve everyone's problems, it won't. Firewoman and I...we're not friends, but I think we know each other. With or without Moose, she'll survive either way. I'm not sure if she will survive for long without you. And not any version of you...but this you.
Alexander: She's always been stronger than you give her credit for.
Poe: I do not doubt her strength. I would be concerned as to her survival instinct without you. She's a reckless individual on her own, but you focus her and give her direction. She needs you more than she needs her brother and losing you in the fight will do her no good.
Alexander: I get that. I really do, but he's not going to let this go and parts of me really don't want him to let it go. He brings out a darkness in me and I relish it sometimes. I like that feeling of just letting go and embracing every urge I have and watching him bleed. Making him suffer.
Poe: Alex, we all have a darkness...some more than others but you've been a master at balancing them. I trained you to know when to push and when to pull. All you do with Moose is push. Remember to pull. Remember what made you who you are. Stop letting him control you and don't deny it...we both know he's doing it.
Alexander: You've given me some stuff to think about. But I just...I'm not sure how to balance it and I'm not doing anyone any good by being caught in between two versions of myself. Namaste Omar.
Alex rolls to his feet and slowly walks down the beach as Poe gets up and walks back towards the arena in the distance.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:31:58 GMT -5
Firewoman comes out of her bedroom in a big fuzzy bathrobe.
L: Huh?
FW: So....no show....he could get fired.
L: He could.
FW: You're the manager, see if you can make it right with Selena. Maybe he can just have a fine or something when he comes back.
L: Will do.......Fire...what if......
FW: Well then we don't have to worry about Selena firing him, do we.
L: Good point.
FW: One thing.....do you still have....those papers?
L: What papers?
FW: You know...........the one's from Julius....
L: Oh.................actually I do.......Fire, you're not thinking--
FW: No....just.....just in case.....
Dr. Freedman comes in. With luggage.
FW: Great.
SF: We did talk about me coming on the road for a bit. I chose when you were in the Caribbean, I'm not stupid.
FW: Well, I don't feel much like a session tonight.
SF: Me neither. That was a hell of a show. I'm turning in.
FW: Lucky, he can use what would be Alexis's room.
Lucky gets up and shows Dr. Freedman to his room. Fire watches them leave and then stands up, takes off her bathrobe to reveal leather pants and a sparkly black shirt. She grabs her cell phone and starts towards the door, when Lucky returns.
L: I thought so.
FW: Dude, I just snapped my losing streak!! I'm tired of sitting around moping. I'm going out to celebrate. Wait...
Fire unbuttons her shirt a bit and exposes a shoulder where she peels off what is probably her nicotine patch, and then grabs a pack from her pocket and lights one up.
L: That didn't take long.
FW: I hardly see the point any more, do you? Okay, I'm out. Don't wait up.
Firewoman leaves. Lucky sits down on the sofa, as he clearly IS going to wait up.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:32:45 GMT -5
The ring is set up for the As the Crow Flies segment and “the Crowing” by Coheed and Cambria blasts through the speakers. Chris Crowing makes his entrance, slides into the ring and grabs one of the microphones.
Crowing: Good evening folks and welcome to another edition of As the Crow Flies. This past week at Mayhem, I defeated Matt Folz of the New Guard 1-2-3 in the middle of this ring to progress in the OOWF Invitational. That felt pretty good. I could make a big deal out of having beaten one of the New Guard and having a few left to go, but I’m not green enough assume that one pin from a roll up is enough to even count as a significant win in my campaign.
That said, it has allowed me the opportunity to face another member of the New Guard, who is in fact their leader and current OOWF Intercontinental Champion, Chris Evans in the next round of the Invitational. I have no particular smack to talk against “Lionheart” at this time, except to say that I anticipate to compete in the highlight match of the evening against a wrestler who shares many of my own influences. May the best Chris on the evening walk away with the win.
However, while I have nothing more… incendiary to say to my opponent of this week, I feel I must respond to some comments from another New Guard member, yet again let’s see what J-P Sparxx has to say… roll the tape.
J-PS: I gots sum things ta say to one Chris Crowing. First off, ya think I'm a joke. A stereotype. Das a'ight, you ain't alone, son. Lots a people 'round here think dat. If ya come from where I come from, ya gits used ta dat. But my views on you...dey a li'l diff'rent. Chris Crowing, Firechild, ya seem ta have some kind a rep 'round here. Returnin' vet lookin' ta restart yo career. Das cool. I respect dat. Ya wanna make an impact 'pon yo return. I git dat too. Hell, I recognize. Ya wanted ta use the Spark to regin yo fame an' career an' whatnot. I'm cool with dat too. Hell, son, ta be honest, I was lookin' fo'ward to it. 'Cuz I'll let ya in on a li'l secret. I was gon' use you too. J-P Sparxx, da new Mr. Pay-Per-View was gon' dance wit a returnin' vet. I was gon' defend ma belt versus a former champ. The Spark an' Firechild were gon' bring da house down! An' when da fat lady sung, she wuz gon' be singin' ma name. I was gon' home with ma girl, ma belt, an ma fame. Then, one day years down da road, I was gon' look back on dis wit a smile on ma face an' say "yeah, dat Firechild match was great". I was gon' look back on you as a great steppin' stone. Ya see son, I was gonna do dis respectfully... But den ya had ta go an' cross da line. Ya had ta go low. Ya had to go an' git ma girl involved. Puttin' lies in her head, git involved in our pers'nal bizness. I don't roll dat wat son. I come at you man to man. The Spark is many things, but I ain't no cheater, an; ma girl knows dis. All ya did was show yo true colors, ya knowwhatI'msayin'? Ya scared. You a coward. All yo words reveal yoself. Ya think I'm a joke, I'm not deservin' an' whatnot. So what yo sayin' is dat in yo eyes, ya startin' at da bottom. Ya startin' wit a joke. 'Cuz ya know ya can't hang wit da big boys in dis place. I didn't do dat. Who'd I go after when I 'rived? I went after da World champs. I went aftah Darling. I went after Stank. I even danced with Moosehead Jack. Ask them after it was all said an' done if I'ma joke. So, ya goth posin' Brandon Lee wannabe, ya think ya gots what it takes ta take ma belt, you bring it son. I can't wait. 'Cuz the Spark isn't just gon' git'cha. He gon' send ya home cryin to yo mama. An' dat's even if Mattie Ice let's it git that far aftah tonight. 'Cuz tonight, I ain't sweatin' yo ass. Now, honestly, I ain't sweatin' you at all ya coward. Tonight, I gots Danny Taylor, who I'll admit, is one tough sonbitch. He a li'l distracted. Can't say I blame 'im. An' with dat, tonight, the Spark's gon' come out on top, 'cuz he always does. One step closer ma man. So, Crowin, I hope ya heard what I said. I hope ya feel it. 'Cuz one a dees days, we gon' dance. An' yo comeback? It gon' be short. KnowwhatI'msayin'? Child please.
Crowing: When you get through the bad grammar and atrocious diction, I think what J-P is getting at is that I shouldn’t have involved his girl and that apparently I don’t respect his skills. Let me deal with these things individually… while Crowing has been talking, J-P Sparxx has again been coming through the crowd and just as he slides into the ring, Crowing turns and tosses him the other mike…
…with my first guest, the current OOWF Onslaught champion, J-P Sparxx!
J-P: (looks a bit bewildered)… what da?
Crowing: J-P, I’d like to start with an apology. I should never have involved Jewel last week. It was a frightfully heelish thing for me to do, but you see I wanted to see how you’d react.
J-P: (still a bit confused)… aight…
Crowing: To be honest, you charged in by yourself, to protect the honour of your woman and I respect that, so please extend my apologies to Jewel and I hope we can progress past this as respected opponents.
J-P: Yo off yo head if yo tink dat gonna get’chu off da hook…
(Crowing has gestured for J-P’s mike to be cut off, as he wants to continue)
Crowing: The other thing I would like to address is the fact that you think Ihave in any way disparaged your in ring abilities. I haven’t. I have perhaps talked down your somewhat posed and apparently decadent persona and made fun of your PG14 attempt at street-talk but I have NEVER denigrated your ability as a competitor.
I respect your abilities and quite frankly, that’s why I want to test myself against you before I move on to the more commonly sought after titles. I pioneered the Onslaught division and regard that belt every bit as highly as the World title, currently held by your buddy Stan. The Onslaught division is where I should start – quite aside from the fact that there is a long queue to have a crack at the World belt, which brings me to…
J-P has gotten bored and takes a swing for Crowing, only to be distracted by the sound of “Bodies” by Drowning Pool hitting the speakers. Crowing blocks the blow and backs away, still talking…
Crowing:… my next guest, your opponent from this last week at Mayhem, “Dynamite” Danny Taylor!
Danny Taylor[/i] comes to the ring, his eyes full of fire, never once looking away from J-P.
Crowing: Welcome Danny, welcome. Now, this past week at Mayhem in the second round of the OOWF Invitational, you faced J-P Sparxx. How did that go down?
DDT: points at J-P then mimes the universal signal for "running away" with specific emphasis which best translates as 'like a little bitch' for those who do sign language
Crowing: He ran away. Now, J-P does that seem like the act of a fighting champion to you, whether it’s a non-title match or not?
J-P doesn’t answer and Crowing notices that he is laughing. He follows J-P’s gaze to the top of the ramp…
J-P: You gone done this to yoself, child…
At the top of the ramp, Chris Evans and Stan Fulton are onstage and start walking down to the ring, with malice aforethought. At the same time, Matt Folz, the Kai and Aina have come through the crowd and are surrounding the ring.
J-P: goes to talk but nails Crowing with a revenge pipe-bomb
Crowing fights back from the pipe bomb but starts on the back foot. Danny taylor tries to hold the rest of the New Guard out of the ring but the numbers game pays off. Before too much damage can be done Stank, LD Williams and Victor Dinero run out and a pier eleven brawl erupts. However, the New Guard’s advantage is pressed home and Crowing ends up in the ring with Evans and J-P while the larger brawl continues outside. Evans pastes Crowing with a chair shot and J-P follows up with a GemDrop on the chair. Crowing is all but helpless as Evans locks in the Ode to Canada. J-P picks up the chair and nails a NASTY chair assisted baseball slide into Crowing’s face. Matt Folz tosses another chair up from ringside and J-P is just about to nail Crowing with a conchairto (while he’s still trapped in the submission move) when Firewoman runs in…
The New Guard realise the numbers game is now against them, and figuring enough damage has been done they melt away through the crowd, leaving Crowing lying in the ring, bloodied and hurt with the remaining Old Guard calling for a stretcher…
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:33:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Superhypermegadome in Four Roads Junction, St. Lucia, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WAITING~! to address the Wolfpack (that’s you guys)…
ELS: Hey, kids. It’s your old pal Lobo. I want to start out by letting Zane know that even though we lost last night, we got a few licks in on Saints of Sinners, and that’s just fine by me. Also, when Davin and I win the tag titles – or “championships,” as some people like to call them – I’ll do what I can to make sure The Texpress is at the top of the challengers list.
ELS: I also want to congratulate Danny Taylor on advancing to Round 3 of the Invitational. You wrestled a brilliant match last night, my friend. You kept it in the ring, you contained your rage, and you still beat the holy hell out of JP Sparxx – you made him run away. He bailed on an Invitational match because he couldn’t take anymore punishment. Awesome job.
ELS: Now, Wolfpack, on to other business. Next week, your old pal Lobo teams with Davin Moreland to take on the OOWF Tag Team Champions. Sort of a Mega Powers versus the Islanders deal. Kai, Aina – you can decide who gets to be Haku and who has to be Tama. Either way, you two are going to have your asses handed to you, and you’re going to lose that gold.
ELS: Oh, and Davin – you’re Hogan. I call Savage. Ohhhhh yeah. Wolfpack out. Dig it!
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:34:32 GMT -5
Firewoman returns from her run in during As the Crow Flies to find Poe in the Darling Suites, sitting at the table drinking coffee.
FW: You know there was a time this would have been instant death for one of us.
P: Or both. I'm not accustomed to being summoned.
FW: Lucky is a good man.
Fire takes a seat across from him.
P: Besides I would think you would be done with near death experiences. What is this, two now in a little over a year?
FW: Yeah....this was an accident though.
P: I assumed as much. Pills and booze not your style.
FW: Yeah, too quiet.
P: Oh yeah...we both know that were you to check out, you'd make sure to go in a blaze of glory...probably literally.
They share a laugh.
P: Did you enjoy your night out?
FW: No. In fact...I came back after about an hour. Just wasn't the same....I mean, I was trying to do what I usually do, ya know? Something bothers me--
P: Someone hurts you
FW: --just push it aside, you know? Find a little company, a little distraction, not think about it.
P: I thought as much.
FW: Congrats on your psych degree. I don't like this at all. I would really like to go back to not caring.
P: Well, that's not going to happen. There's too much that is good about being in--
FW: So where is he.
P: Excuse me?
FW: Look, I called you back to OOWF to help me, you found him, I saw the promo, now where is he.
P: Awfully demanding, aren't you?
FW: *heavy sigh* You're right. I am. I'm sorry. I'm very worried, and I'm very.....
P: Scared?
FW: Just tell me .... please.
P: Please? Well, this IS a big day for you.
FW: Never mind...there's the door, I'll find him myself.
Firewoman gets up to storm away.
P: Okay, okay...I'm sorry.
FW: Look he thinks he has to take care of everyone and everything. It's not his job to do that, though. Only one person can take care of Moose, and it's not him. Not because he's not capable....but because....it's not his place.
Poe looks at her....really studies her.
P: You can't be serious.
FW: Deadly.
P: Then I was right. And your not as sane as you appear. I thought you were dangerous when you didn't care and were apathetic. This...THIS is will be a sight to behold.
FW: It's not open for discussion. Again...I need to find him.
P: Unfortunately, I don't know where he is.
FW: You just talked to him last night!!
P: I took a chance. I knew he wouldn't be far away, not physically, at least. So I took a walk on the beach on a hunch. I don't know where he went after that. I tried to get him to come back.
FW: I saw...look, thanks for not mentioning....the 'observation.'
P: He'll find out.
FW: I know, but he needs to come back not just because he feels guilty. But he needs to be here. Not for me, but for himself.
P: Fire......*Poe takes hold of both of her hands*......Lisa?......*Fire hesitates, then nods*.....Lisa....he needs to be here for both of you. It will be fine.
Fire nods. Poe lets go of her hands.
FW: Thanks, Omar.
P: Anything else I can do?
FW: Yeah, make Selena not fire him?
P: That may be easier said than done.
He gives her a nod with a smile, and leaves. Fire sits down, thinking, then turns on video of Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:35:17 GMT -5
*Stank walks into the police station. He heads over to the closest counter and taps the bell. A local cop rises up from behind his desk and walks over to the counter sporting a black eye. He speaks to Stank with a heavy accent.*
Cop - You are an American.
Stank - Born and raised.
Cop - I assume you are ere for the other American... the rowdy one, yes?
Stank - Roddy Piper is here?
Cop - Is that is name? Roddy?
Stank - No. Roddy is Scottish. I am here for the American. How "rowdy" was he?
*The cop points angrily at his swollen black eye.*
Cop - Fill this out and sign here.
*Stank fills out the form and signs it. He pulls out his wallet and drops a wad of bills on the counter. The cop looks at the money dubiously at first, then after a quick count he motions for Stank to follow another officer whose arm is suported in a sling. They proceed down a hall of empty jail cells until they reach the last one on the left. Inside on the floor at the back corner sits one ALEXANDER DARLING. The officer uses the key in his free hand to unlock the jail cell door and slide it open in disgust. Stank smiles at the man as he stalks off then turns his attention to Darling. Alex, with his head beneath his hood, glances at Stank's feet, but remains seated on the floor with his arms resting calmly over his knees*
AD - How did you find me?
Stank - *Sigh* Spencer found you. I happened to be nearby when she received word.
AD -
Stank - Believe me Alex. I wasn't prying. I was genuinely minding my own business when she found out you were here. She walked over to me while I was enjoying my morning coffee. She asked me to come here with her and get you out.
AD - And why would she do that?
Stank - Fuck if I know... actually... she reminded me that less than a year ago I walked away from the OOWF and found myself in jail... then you came and bailed me out. She didn't want to deal with the drama of bringing Lisa with her or involve her friends in D&D so... here I am. Bailing your ass out. Let's go. She's waiting outside.
AD - Why would you agree to this?
Stank - Fuck if I know.
AD -
Stank - Let's go Alex.
AD - I'm not going anywhere.
Stank - Oh for fuck's sake. Listen you remember what you told me when this situation was reversed?
AD - It's not the same Lucas.
Stank - Gotdamn right it's not the same. Your self imposed exile is stu- LOOK, emo boy, when it was me wanting to walk away you kept going on and on about the fight boiling down to one thing... legacy. It's all about the legacy we want to leave in this business. Now for me it wasn't that, but I was willing to indulge your little speech because I knew then for you it WAS about legacy. The more you talked the more insight I got into the mind of Alexander Darling so I listened. I paid attention. And though your speech didn't change my opinion about you it certainly clarified a few things.
AD - Good for you. You can leave now.
Stank - Seriously? You're just going to sit there and rot? Fuck you, Alex. Get your punk ass up and take your beating from Moose like a fucking man.
*Alex POUNCES up to his feet and pushes Stank, with surprising strength, back against a wall! Stank does not resist. He straigtens up to his full height as Alex stands before him with his fists clenched by his sides.*
Stank - Or... you can take your ass whippin from me, right now. It don't matter to Jesus.
AD - FUCK OFF, STANK!
Stank - So this is it? You've finally realized you can't match Moose's "darkness" so you tuck your tail between your legs and run.
*Alex swings wildly, but Stank catches the punch and pushes Alex back. Alex roars with frustration, but catches himself before pressing an attack. He simply turns and sits right back down on the floor at the spot he had vacated before Stank showed up.*
AD - Just leave me the fuck alone. You have no idea what I'm dealing with.
Stank - You think there's two sides of you and you're trying to reconcile both. In that speech you gave to me... you kept saying how I knew who you and Alexis were before we became allies and that I should have expected you two to do what you did. You claimed to always be the same person you were before you betrayed me and now...? Now? You're trying to claim to be someone different. Well you're not Alex. DON'T get it twisted, this AIN'T no pep talk! This is just me telling you how it is. Moose gave me some advice, and as much as you hate the man, or hate me, you can't deny the wisdom of what he said to me then. What he said that got me to come back.. and I'm now going to say to you.
AD -
Stank - Get OUT of your HEAD. You're only going to drive yourself, and everyone around you crazy.
AD -
Stank - Be Alexander Darling and the rest of us not.
AD -
Stank - You've been trying to be Moose... and that shit ain't workin, is it?
AD -
Stank - The only reason I can think for you to do that is you think the REAL you is TOO WEAK to take on Moose and Eco. Well I want BADLY to agree... except it wasn't this conflicted, emo bitch, Moose wannabe, that finally beat me... it was the motherfucking douchebag Alexander Darling that won. That's the Alex I want back in the OOWF... so I can get my revenge and beat his sorry ass in the middle of an OOWF ring, preferably for the World Title. Though I have to clear out some New Guard garbage before I do.
AD -
Stank - I get that THAT Alexander Darling isn't looking to win a match... he's looking to get rid of Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem. I say... what's the fucking difference? That Alex is the only Alex that's done anything of note. That Alex is the only Alex that has accomplished anything. That's the Alex with the legacy. So bring that Alex back to the OOWF. I ain't saying he's going to get rid of Moose or Eco... but he's the only Alex with a shot to do it.
AD -
Stank - Sure it might be false hope, but it's the only hope you got. So GET UP, you sack of shit. I paid your bail, and I bought you, and your sister, tickets for a charter flight to Bonaire. That's where we're headed next. I have a vacation home in nearby Curacao I'd like to get to.
AD -
Stank - No? Fine. I'm leaving. I'll leave the tickets with Spencer in case you change your mind. I'll let her convince you why you need to come back. Your bail is set. You can't stay here. Where you end up once you leave is up to you. Like I said, Spencer is outside. I'll tell her to expect you shortly.
*Stank turns and walks out the cell, leaving the door open. He heads out the front door of the police station, into the beautiful, tropical day of St Lucia as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:36:10 GMT -5
~~~ We fade into a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist KNOCKING!!! on The Texpress Locker Room door. The door opens and Bridgette answers ~~~
Bridgette: Sorry Shug, they boys are at a meet & greet event.
RNSFJ: Actually I was sent to talk to you.
Bridgette: Me? Why on earth would you want to talk to me?
RNSFJ: Well, I was thinking you might know something about the Tag Team Showcase.
Bridgette: I know a little, but only what Selena told me. Have you spoken to her?
RNSFJ: She and Poe went out.
Bridgette: Can you blame her? Well, what she told me on the phone yesterday was... once she spoke Board about the Tag Team Championships, she realized there was a lack of depth in the tag team ranks. So she created this Showcase.
RNSFJ: So hows it work?
Bridgette: It's a Double-Round Robin with each of four teams facing one another twice over the next 2 MidWeek Mayhems and the next Pay Per View. The team with the best record after the Pay Per View wins the Showcase.
RNSFJ: And what do they win?
Bridgette: She didn't mention anything specific, but I'm sure the team that wins will be right in line for a Championship Opportunity. I'd guess they didn't make that the official prize, seeing as Texpress is involved, but that's me just speculating.
RNSFJ: Specuwhating?
Bridgette: Guessing.
RNSFJ: Ok. I thinks that's just about everything..... I was wondering....
Bridgette: Yes, I can get you Chad's number.
~~~ She reaches behind the door and hands the SFJ a small card. The SFJ squeals with delight and scampers away ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:36:51 GMT -5
AA and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline burst in the door of Honcho Williams.
HW: Of course.
AA: I am rather upset that you have yet to thank or congratulate me for defeating former OOWF Champion Alexander Darling last week.
HW looks dumbfounded.
AA: And that’s why you need me and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline, the #1 PROMO TEAM IN THE OOWF!
HW: I needed a second to comprehend that statement. First, Darling never showed up. You won by countout. Second, why should I thank you?
AA: Well, since you’re doing this by Robert’s Rules of Order, first, a countout is as good as a victory. Johnny and I once won the OOWF tag team titles without pinning anyone in a six-way tag match. Second, you should thank me because apparently since I beat Darling we are now in the OOWF Tag Team Showcase at Midweek Mayhem, Live! From Kralendijk, Bonaire (cheap pop)! We’ll be tag team champions within a month!
HW: I can’t believe that monologue was even more delusional than the first one. How does you winning a countout victory over a guy who didn’t even show up correlate to us becoming tag team champions?
AA: Look, the fans love me. They love OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline. You’re my protégé. You need the rub. TexPress is in a “Can’t Get a Title Shot” angle. And do we even know who’s in the other two tag teams?
HW: Well, Saints of Sinners is Moose and Eco, and Phoenix Rising is Firewoman and Darling.
AA: Wait! What? Moose and Eco? Firewoman? This is not cool. Do you realize that those three have nearly killed me on numerous occasions?
HW (sarcastically): You do hold a victory over Darling.
AA: That’s cool, that’s cool. I have this under control. First, this week you get to show off your talents. You can beat all those guys. I know you can. So prove it to me. I’ll just provide some comic relief when you get winded. Second, I guess that’s why Chad Madison was talking to me in his promo last week. Now that all makes sense.
HW: Your grasp of wrestling reality scares me.
AA: So this week, in the OOWF Tag Team Showcase at Midweek Mayhem, Live! From Kralendijk, Bonaire (cheap pop!) you’ll be “Workrate King” Honcho Williams, TexPress will interfere when necessary and we’ll get a couple of cheap victories. You don’t mind cheap victories, right?
HW: I actually prefer winning cleanly.
AA: Winning cleanly? Heck, even after I’ve chloroformed a guy and can pin him cleanly in the middle of the ring, I put my feet on the ropes just to be sure.
HW: You have no clue what a clean victory is, do you?
AA: I know. I’ve been in the OOWF too long.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:37:32 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium, the camera pans to the back, where we see pictures of the Flying Hawaiians, Matt Folz, JP Sparxx and Chris Evans up on the dart board. Dashing Victor Deniro walks into the scene and pauses looking at the pictures. He grabs the one of the Flying Hawaiians and pulls it off letting it drop to the floor.
DVD: These little piggies are out of the tournament.
He pulls the picture of Matt Folz off and lets it drop.
DVD: This little piggy can stay home.
He pulls the picture of Sparxx off and lets it fall.
DVD: This little piggy cried boo hoo hoo and ran away home.
Vic taps on the last photo and turns to face the camera.
DVD: Only one little piggy left in the tournament Evans. After what you did to Crowing, I'm sure he will be out to make sure there is none, but to be honest, I kind of hope you last. Not because I don't like Crowing, not because I like you, but because the longer you stay in, the better the chance of Danny being able to finally get his hands on you.
He pauses.
DVD: Of course first Danny has to make it past Rabbit Mask. Another old schooler come back in a new persona. Rabbit is a hell of a competitor, and not someone to be taken lightly. I know he has been having some head trauma related problems recently, but i also know Danny's head has not been 100 percent in the game either. This may place them at a level playing field. Except Danny wants to hurt you so bad Evans, that it just may give him the edge.
Vic reaches up and pulls the photo of Evans off the dartboard.
DVD: See you soon Chris.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:38:26 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into the catering area, watching video of Honcho and AA on her Kindle Fire. She ignores people who are STILL staring at her and whispering, although she does give one production assistant a look that sends him running. She gets her coffee, and walks toward her usual table when she looks up and sees Stank sitting there. She frowns and turns to walk out.
S: No, no no....no you don't.
Stank catches up with her and passes,and then steps in front of her.
FW: ....
S: Silent treatment. That's kind of refreshing. Look, I know you're mad, and I guess...well, you have a right to be but--
Firewoman glares at him, dumps her coffee onto his boot, and walks around him.
S: DAMMIT! Those are brand new boots! Woman...
Stank follows her out of the catering area and again catches up and stops her.
FW: ...
S: I know you're mad at Alex, but don't take it out on me.
FW: I am mad at Alex. And I already have two and a half shrinks, I don't need another one. I am also mad at you.
S: What I'd do?
FW: SERIOUSLY? You know how worried I've been...how upset I've been....you know where he is and you DON'T! TELL! ME!?
Where you see exclamation points there, Fire is punching stank in the arm.
S: OW! Look, no I didn't. And maybe I should have. But, now you know where he is.
FW: No, I don't Stank. I went to the jail and he was already gone, and they were less than helpful with his direction of travel.
S: Oh...
FW: And clearly he didn't take your tickets because he's NOT! *punch* HERE! *punch*
S: Look woman. Okay...I should have told you. I should have maybe taken you there. I just...I wasn't sure where your head was at and if you could handle--
FW: Geezus, Stank, not you too.
S: Fire...he walked out on you. Moose keeps attacking you.....no one would blame you if--
FW: We're done with this conversation. Don't follow me.
Firewoman walks away a third time, and this time Stank lets her go.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:39:10 GMT -5
The INCs have made their way through the streets of Kralendijk, to a small house. They go through the iron gate, and the sounds of drums and other music can be heard in the distance.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KppzjhyWy4
[OOC: You can watch the video to see the outfits, or just let the music play]
They make their way towards them, the tribal beats getting louder and louder, as it's clear they're headed that way. They go around the house to the back which is much larger than it looks like it. Behind the house there's a large pavilion lit by many lamps, torches and candles, held up by a straight, painted pole in the middle, and many of the locals are there. Some are swaying in time to the music, some are playing the drums and some are dancing. One of these dancers, looks kind of familiar. She's with the other dancers, dressed in the same blue skirt, shirt, and head wrap with a gold scarf around her waist and gold jewelry. She's not carrying a candle though. She is carrying a small black pig across her shoulders.
The dance continues, and at some point, the dancer, who is obviously Firewoman, comes forward with the pig to the post in the middle of the dance and gives it to two men standing there, she stands back and witnesses while the men ... let's say 'prepare it for the barbecue' (since that's what typically happens). She goes back to join the dancers, as the drums speed up.
One woman is clearly in charge and takes a seat of honor near a table where there are bottles of Creme de Cacao, cakes of blue and red icing, lots of gold, mirrors, knives, other things. She signals to Firewoman to come over, and she does.FW: Yes, Mama? M: Why are you here? You not Erzulie's. FW: I'm ... I'm not? M: No, child. Not anymore. FW: Oh.... The woman pauses as if receiving some information.M: AAAaaaaah.....Erzulie say goodbye to you. FW: But-- M: But first there are two that must be dealt wit', yes? Two that have hurt you? Mama Erzulie knows, and Mama Erzulie understand...but when you done wit' dem.......You need to move on..... FW: Wait....move on? I'm not ready-- M: Not to return to Guinay....but you need to go to the waters. La Sirene is where you rest then. After you finish. You belong to La Sirene then. FW: I see... M: You understand child? FW: I do...Love and respect to you Mama. Ashe' M: Ashe' Firewoman goes back to join the dancers, and it's fairly clear this is going to be an all night ritual. The INCs pull back to leave, but as they do, they see a figure off in the distance, who appears to be watching everything Firewoman does.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:39:50 GMT -5
<Moose and Eco are walking in the back when they are stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Gentlemen you have been very quiet regarding the Tag Team Showcase, what are your thoughts on it?
MHJ: Very simple really. We are going to win it. And after that, we are going to win the tag team titles.
SFJ13: The tag team titles are suddenly on your radar?
MHJ: He said it was time for the Saints of Sinners to step up and claim their rightful spot in the tag ranks. So, yes, we are going to win the tag titles
SFJ13: The Flyin' Hawaiians may have something to say about that
MHJ: I'm sure they will. In the end, it won't matter though
SFJ13: What about the other teams in the tournament?
MHJ: We can go toe to toe with the Texans. I don't like them, but I have beat them before. They are good, but they are going through the motions. As for Honcho and AA? Come on now. AA was great with the Heels, and Honcho may have a future, but as a team? They ain't there yet
SFJ13: You forgot Phoenix Rising
<Moose bursts out laughing>
MHJ: Are you serious? Alexander Darling proved to the world what I have been saying all along. He is a fucking coward. He tucked his tail between his legs and ran away. He wanted to go to some dark place so he could fight me, well Alex, you couldn't do it, could you? You know why? Because I am Moosehead Jack, and you.....well, you're just not. As for Lisa Darling......good luck finding a partner. Looks like someone else you cared about ran out on you, at what point does it stop being everyone else? Decisions have consequences Lisa
<Moose laughs again and he and Eco turn and walk off>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:40:48 GMT -5
We come up in the streets of Kralendijk, were we see Dynamite Danny Taylor walking alone. He seems distracted, lost in a world within his mind. As he passes through the darkened streets, he seems oblivious to anyone else around him. As he continues down the road, a hooded figure approaches from the opposite direction. The hooded figures head is down, and with Danny in his current mindset, neither notices the other until they collide with each other. The hood falls back, and we see that it is Alexander Darling.
Taylor and Darling lock eyes with each other, but it does not appear as if either really notices the other. The fog in Danny's eyes seems to clear only to be presented with pure Rage. Alexander sees this, and a fire seems to begin to burn within his as well. A tense moment passes, then both men begin throwing haymakers at each other. Not wrestling punches, or jabs to set up other blows, but straight on full out balls to the wall fists to face. Both men give as good as they receive, neither giving an inch. Nearby locals attempt to break this up, but are swatted away as so much as you would a gnat.
This continues for several agonizing minutes, as neither man seems willing to give ground. Yet as the blows reign down, the intensity seems to fade. The anger etched on both men's faces dies and soon these devastating blows become nothing more than half hearted swipes. Finally both stop, the emotion drained from their faces. Darling locks eyes with Taylor, and neither speaks, but both men take a seat on the curb. They sit in silence for a moment, before Darling speaks.
Alex: You are not Moose.
Danny points at Alex, shakes his head no, and makes the symbol of E.
Alex: What have we become? We fight and fight and fight, but we are achieving nothing. It's as if we have become nothing more than a character in someone else's story.
Danny nods in a somber agreement. He then puts a hand on Darlings shoulder, causing Alex to look him in the eye. He points at Alex, shakes his head no, then makes antlers out of his fingers on his head. Danny then taps hard on Alex's chest twice. For a moment, Darling makes no motion, then he slowly nods. Before Danny can look away, Darling grabs his shoulder and points directly in Danny's face.
Alex: Don't just listen to what I am saying, but hear me. What happened to Jack is not your fault. If you blame yourself, you will never be able to get the vengeance that he deserves.
Danny's eyes seem to focus, truly focus, for the first time. A short while passes and neither man says anything, finally both stand. Danny looks around holds his arms out wide and shrugs.
Alex: This is the world we choose to live in.
Danny nods in Alex's direction then raises an eyebrow in question.
Alex: I don't know, but I will not fight a losing battle against myself anymore. (pause) You?
Danny shrugs, then slowly taps his fist over his heart.
Alex: That is all we can do I suppose.
Danny smiles, and extends his hand. Alex takes it, and then both men turn going their separate ways, Alex with his hood down, and Danny with no fog in his eyes.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:41:19 GMT -5
*Darling Locker Room*
Fire comes in to the locker room holding a cup of coffee after her night performing rituals. As she tries to wake up, she looks around the room and notices Alexander's bags near the door. She drops the coffee and starts looking around the room. Lucky upon hearing the cup shatter walks out...
Firewoman: Where is he?
Lucky: Roof.
Fire leaves without saying a word and makes her way up to the roof of the arena and slams through the door. She notices Alexander sitting on the ledge looking out into the city. She makes her way over and stands over Alex. He leans back and looks up at her before patting the spot next to him and almost pleading with Fire to sit.
Firewoman: You...I...Stupid...I don't know if I wanna hug you or throw you off this building.
Alexander: You'd be more than right to do both, but let me talk first, please.
Firewoman: I'm listening...
Alexander: Things up here *points to his head* are still kinda messed up. I've heard from a lot of people the last few days, people I really didn't expect to talk to but they all seemed to have a lot to say. Either with words or other ways, but there's still some stuff I'm working through. But here *points to his heart* this has never wavered. I'm sorry.
Firewoman: For?
Alexander: For making you think what I did had anything to do with you. You're what's kept me from breaking down even before this. I've tried to become something I'm not and the only reason I never completely fell down that void was you Lisa.
Firewoman: I haven't done...
Alexander: You've done more than you think. You reached out to someone I know you can barely tolerate to try and help me. You have been there for me and yet you knew that I needed to come back on my own. If you had come to find me and dragged me back, I'd have regretted it and blamed you. You're strong and you're smart and from now on we do this together.
Firewoman: Have you seen?
Alexander: I have and all will be dealt with, but we can't do it on their level. We do it on ours. Because the fact of the matter is I've made promises I expect to keep and I still have miles to go before I sleep.
Firewoman: Robert Frost...who knew you were so poetic.
Alexander: I have hidden depths.
Firewoman: So what next?
Alexander: I can't beat Moose by being Moose, so time to go back to basics. I do what I've always done and be the person I always have been. Alexander Fucking Darling.
Firewoman: We have a lot of stuff to work through, but that...that fucking sparkles with me.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:41:51 GMT -5
~~~ Inside the OOWF Interview Studio ... ~~~
RNSFJ: I'm here today with Chad Madison and Zane Myers. Guys this week begins the much talked about Tag Team Showcase. What are your thoughts on the Showcase and the hectic schedule it presents.
Zane: Well you're right, it does present a hectic schedule. 6 matches over the next 3 OOWF events. that's wrestling twice a night. It will definitely test our endurance and mental makeup.
Chad: But it also let's us shine. For too long, people have been saying Texpress was on the decline. And yet time after time, we come right back and show that we are still the best tag team in this business. Take last year, we had a rough year, no doubt. but when the dust settled, we added 3 more Championships to our resume.
Zane: Even since Hell On Earth 7, we have more wins than any other team in the OOWF. So Cowboy and I are taking this showcase very seriously. We Know we deserve to be in the Championship hunt. And by winning this Showcase, we make major strides to doing just that.
RNSFJ: So what about your opponents this week?
Chad: I will say, we sure did draw the most difficult opening day to this thing. A match against the brutal Saints of Sinners and then Phoenix Rising. Moose and Ecosystem are a difficult assignment just because they are so unpredictable. And Lisa and Alexander are as talented a team as we have ever faced. Neither match will be easy. Both in one day? We will definitely need our 'A' game this Wednesday.
RNSFJ: So are you mad at Selena for putting you in both matches in one day?
Zane: Quite the contrary. This is the first smart thing that she has done since she took over. I applaud the concept, and commend her for putting it into motion. And you will never hear Chad and I complain about being booked in straight up matches. We don't back down from any challenge, and sure as heck wont't start now. So Sinners, Phoenix. The time has come. Lace those boots up real tight and get ready. It's time to find out if you Measure Up to The Texpress....
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 16:42:36 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 is standing by with L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., Wednesday night you face Stank in a battle of six-pack champions. Would it be safe to say that this match will be less about the Invitational tournament than it is about bragging rights?”
LDW: “I don’t think so - Stank really wants to win the invitational this year. Besides, he already has the bragging rights.”
SFJ: “How so?”
LDW: “Stank is the greatest World Champion the OOWF has ever had.”
SFJ#47: “Really. Better than you?”
LDW: “Of course. Stank wins the World Title and business goes through the roof. I win it, and the company scrambles for a storyline to push ahead of me. The World Champion is the focal point - the face of the company. The last person you want to put in that position is a goofy Canadian bastard like me. Lucas is a better interview, more personable, more interesting - hell, he’s more likeable than I am. I’d say is pretty much a universal truth that Stank is a better World Champion than me.
…but…
Wednesday night we’re not doing an interview. We’re not shaking hands and kissing babies. We’re going to get in the ring and do what we do better than anyone in the world. And inside that ring, I have no equal - not even Stank.”
SFJ#47: “And if he beats you?”
LDW: “Same as always - loser buys the first round.”
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 12, 2012 18:19:41 GMT -5
~~~ Fade into the OOWF Spin Hansen Memorial Training Facility Chad and Zane are in the ring with a couple of masked Job Squad members. We watch for a few moments as they work on reversals and transitions, stop, and repeat the same sequences several times. They finish the last sequence with a lightning-quick Double Dropkick, then head to the floor for a break.
They each grab a bottle of Aquafina, while Bridgette takes some over to their sparring partners. ~~~
Chad: That last finish went well
Zane: No, it didn't. I was a few inches short on the tag, and we weren't in sync on the double hip toss, and I don't want to even mention that awful dropkick. But that's ok, that's what sparring sessions are for.
Chad: Give me a break man, it has been nealry 2 months since we tagged up together.
Zane: Exactly. Nearly Two Months That's a lot of ring gust to break off.
Chad: It's not like we haven't been wrestling in that time.
Zane: I know, but our timing isn't perfect. And it Has to be. You know as well as I do that wrestling singles and trios isn't the same. Every other team in this Showcase has wrestled together in that time. Lobo and I lost to the Saints just last week. We're going from no matches in 2 months to 2 in one night. If we aren't crisp and perfect with every move, we will get beaten. And you know how I hate losing.
Chad: You're right! It's been too long since we had out hands raised. Now get up off your butt and get back in that ring..... HEY! YOU! Island Boyz! Get back in there! And this time, be stiffer in there.
~~~ Zane smiles as Chad continues to bark orders at the Jobbers. Bridgette rings the bell, and we fade... No we don't. The door swings open and in storms..... ~~~
Comrade Sharkoff wants to know why he cannot get one stinking word out of the so called champion. He has nothing to say? Well I have something to say! Stinking pig-dog New Guard wants to gang up on me! You know not! I am not backing down like some yellow Yankee! I am strong Russian son! I stand and FIGHT! So Fulton Crusher, Matt Foools, you cannot scare me! Comrade Sharkoff will be fighting whomever it takes to be greatest champion of all the times! CCCP Number 1!
Bridgette: Shug, you realize this wasn't really a promo, don't ya? They boys are training, and took a break. Now, If you really want some interview time, I'm sure Chad knows a couple of the interviewers. He could help you get on camera.
Chad: (staring at Bridgette) uhh.. yeah.. I do but I don't have it with me. Why don't you come find us after we work out and maybe I can help you.
NYET! I do not want HELP... I want Fulton Crusher and rest of New Guard son of borschts heads on platters. And if American pretty girl don't want to talk to next Double-O-F champion, I will get my own!
~~~ As if on cue, Mila Kunis walk through the door ~~~
Thats right! The actress the Yankee boys drool over is a daughter of the CCCP! She will be with me when I defeat Fulton Crusher, Ghosthead, Fools boy and become greatest champion of the world!
~~~ Mila and Sharkoff march out arm-in-arm. Chad, Zane and the Island Boyz stare in disbelief. Bridgette snaps out of it first ~~~
Bridgette: HEY! What are you waiting for? Get back to work!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 13, 2012 17:21:58 GMT -5
Crowing emerges from the OOWF Medical Trailer, sporting a noticeable limp, a black eye, a taped up nose and a nasty scar across his forehead. As he goes to put his headphones on, he is accosted by an ambitious SFJ...
ASFJ: Crowing, your interview segment this week ended in you taking a nasty beating from the New Guard, do you have anything to say about that?
Crowing looks annoyed for a second, then switches his iPod off and wraps up his headphones and places the portable music device back in his pocket. He turns to face the SFJ, grinning broadly...
Crowing: Sure, I'd like to commend the New Guard and Chris Evans and J-P Sparxx in particular.
The SFJ looks confused and stammers for a second, so Crowing takes pity on her and decides to elaborate.
Crowing: You see, two weeks ago I goaded J-P Sparxx into attacking me, got the drop on him and learned a lot about how he thinks.
This week, I tried a similar tactic, but it's clear that he or whoever is the brains in the New Guard had a scheme to get their own back. J-P ran in as I expected him to, but the rest of the New Guard followed, cut off my escape route and if it hadn't been for a fortunate intervention by Stank, LD and Firewoman I might not have been walking around this week.
ASFJ: So you have a newfound respect for the New Guard?
Crowing: No. I always respected them, else I wouldn't have picked them as foes. I am merely impressed with how quickly they learn.
I've been beaten down by the best... or should that be the worst, that the OOWF has ever had to offer and this past week was merely a preliminary engagement - I mean, my set didn't even get trashed, which you'd expect to happen if this had been a pivotal angle. This of course means it's still in one piece to get destroyed at a future date and also allowed my big screen to show me getting a chair dropkicked into my face, straight into the hard camera position. Believe me, that HURT but it also looked damned sweet!
ASFJ: You don't seem too bothered about your evident injuries...
Crowing: Of course not. My back hurts, my nose is broken for about the twentieth time and I've got a scar that will look nasty for a week or so but fade before the next pay per view. I am however energised by the feeling of DESERVING such a beating. The New Guard have me on their radar and that's just fine, because they're in my sights too.
This week, I look foward to facing off with Chris Evans in the Invitational without the interference of his New Guard buddies, all of whom are in title matches this week. He may have gotten the better of our little brawl but I like my scouting to be up close and I've seen some interesting holes in Cap... Lionheart's game that I intend to exploit.
ASFJ: Those are...
Crowing: (interrupting) That's all I've got to say. Now run along, and please remember one thing...
ASFJ: Yes?
Crowing: Interrupt me when I'm fixing to listen to music ever again and you'll be found, chopped into pieces, stuffed into little plastic bags and dunped in the waters off Miami...
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 13, 2012 18:30:09 GMT -5
*Stank is in his vacation home in Curacao when there is a knock on his door. Stank walks over and opens the door to find LD Williams standing there with a 6 pack of bottled beer. Stank allows LD in, then takes a seat across from LD.*
Stank - Saw your promo.
LDW - Yeah.
Stank - You think blowing smoke up my ass is going to lull me into a false sense of security?
LDW - Hey! That hurts. I was being sincere.
Stank - Right.
LDW - You are a better World Champion than me.
Stank - Stop it.
LDW - I'm serious.
Stank - The only words I believe from that promo is that I am not your equal in the ring.
LDW - Thank you.
*Stank pops the top off of his beer and takes a swig with a smile on his face.*
LDW -
Stank -
LDW - WAIT A MINUTE!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 14, 2012 20:27:08 GMT -5
CUT to former AWA announcer Larry Nelson in front of a modern OOWF banner.
LN: “Good evening, OOWF-TV. I’m Larry Nelson. I recently was able to sit down with the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton. We’ll get to that footage in a moment, but first I’d like to bring in a special guest. She’s from Columbia and though we haven’t seen much of her lately, she’s the attaché to the World Champion. Please welcome Martha Rodriguez.”
Martha comes in from off camera and stands to the left of Larry.
LN: “Thank you for this time, Ms. Rodriguez.”
MR: “You’re welcome, Larry. And call me Martha.”
LN: “Martha, what have you been up to lately. Since your boss joined the New Guard, you’ve been fairly inconspicuous.”
MR: “I’ve been working on Mr. Fulton’s business operations and will continue to do so. He’s developing a line of clothing for the big and tall man and diversifying in other directions that I’m not able to get into at this time. Crusher LLC will be making announcements on CNBC and Fox Business at the appropriate time.”
LN: “So does this mean you won’t be on the road much any more?”
MR: “Most likely not. I’ll be back at the offices in Miami.”
LN: “Now, Stan’s from Minnesota. Why is the office in Miami?”
MR: “That was a gift from Mr. Fulton to me. He said I could choose anywhere in the continental United States for our office and Miami is as close to Colombian weather as I could get and still have access to international business ventures.”
LN: “Is there anything coming down the road you can tell us?”
MR: “Only that Mr. Fulton plans on keeping his World Championship for a very long time.”
LN: “Thank you, Ms. Rodriguez.”
Martha leaves the interview area.
LN: “Now, my one-on-one conversation with OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. Some of the following contains harsh language not suitable for all ages. Viewer discretion is advised.”
The scene fades out and then back in what appears to be a living room somewhere. The view outside the windows shows a landscape of pine trees and leafless other trees. The grass is brown and little to no snow is seen.
Sitting facing each other in high backed chairs are Larry Nelson and Stan Fulton. A roaring fireplace is seen between them farther back in the room. The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship title belt is on a side table next to Fulton. Television lights and cables can be seen along the edge of the shot.
LN: “Stan, thank you for inviting me to your home.”
SF: “Glad to have you here, Larry. Sorry to bring you up here in the dead of winter. Not much snow thankfully.”
LN: “Let’s start there, Stan. Not much is known of your background other than what’s in your official bio. Grew up on the Iron Range, wrestled in Minnesota and then some time in South Korea before jumping to the OOWF. Can we talk about that time?”
SF: “I suppose.”
LN: “What made you decide to be a wrestler?”
SF: “I was always a big person, Larry. Picked on a lot because I was the three worst things you can be in school: overweight, smart and visually handicapped. Bad enough to be one; two is even worse. But all three is a recipe for torment.
“I decided I wanted to fight back. There were no boxing schools at that time, so wrestling was the only outlet. I figured once I knew how to wrestle, I could at least defend myself from the constant bullying.
“I became pretty good at it too. It was very hard for my opponents to move someone my size if I didn’t want to move. Our team won most of our meets and I was a big part of that, so to speak. I was finally popular. But eventually no one wanted to face me, our matches were cancelled and my teammates started to hate me again.
“I finished school and immediately started looking for ways to become a professional wrestler. I’d seen the AWA on my local television station every Saturday night and decided I could to that too. I wrote to Vern Gagne, but never heard back from him. There was a small promotion being run out of an old high school gym. They took me on. The pay was shit, the working conditions were shit and my trainers were total assholes.
“But I kept on and moved up to the main promotion in the area, the Minnesota Wrestling Authority, based out of Duluth. I became a Jerry Blackwell knock off and even got the nickname of Crusher. Lots of bars and gymnasiums but it helped pay my rent and some meager food.
“Eventually, I saved enough money and moved to South Korea.”
LN: “Why South Korea?”
SF: “I still don’t know to this day, Larry. Something inside me said that’s where I needed to be. And to this day, Seoul is more my home now than this place in the States is.
“They don’t have Sumo there, but something called Ssireum. Made it all the way to the World Championships there in 2009. Finished in the top ten, which is quite a feat for an American.
“While there I studied the martial arts of Taekwondo and Haidong Gumdo. You cannot believe how much that’s helped me with my balance and knowing what my body is capable of doing. My punches aren’t thrown from the arm or shoulder. They’re thrown from my center. Big Show’s got nothing on me when it comes to a punch.”
LN: “Most people are familiar with Taekwondo, through the Olympics and schools in nearly every major city. But what is Haidong Gumdo?”
SF: “Simply translated it means ‘The Way of the Sword.’ It’s a Korean sword art that draws from battlefield tactics rather than say dueling as you’ll find in a lot of Taekwondo schools. Where they might have three to five dueling forms total, Haidong Gumdo has sixty-seven combat forms, dozens of dueling forms plus cutting techniques.”
LN: “That’s a lot of work.”
SF: “Needless to say, in my year plus in Korea I didn’t get very far. Since that time the curriculum has changed so what I’ve learned would put me in about 1st Dan black belt range. I should find a school so I can test soon.”
LN: “You then came back to Minnesota.”
SF: “For a short time. Enough to win the MWA title one last time, then I jumped to the OOWF.”
LN: “Your history in the last two years has been... turbulent to say the least.”
SF: “Sort of cast adrift, haven’t I?
“I know I seem to be flailing about endlessly without a goal, but to be honest with myself and with everyone else, my goal has always been this World Championship. I grew up in a lower middle income family. We never had a lot, but we had what we needed. Never poor, but never safe from one bad break.
“I don’t want that anymore. I admit it. I’m shallow and vain and selfish. I want it all. I want the big payday. The lights and the attention. I want to show all those who treated me like shit that I’m better than they are. To rub their noses in it. And here I am. World Champion of one of the greatest wrestling organizations. I travel the World and people know who I am. I can afford this house and another in Vegas. I have my own company based out of Miami. I’m the big dog now. And you know? There’s still a bunch of pretentious bastards who were given everything and still think they’re entitled.”
LN: “You speak of what the New Guard calls the Establishment.”
SF: “The Establishment. They walk around like those pompous assholes we all knew in school. They walked the halls like they owned the place. The teachers kowtowed to them because they were popular. They treated everyone else like their lackeys. And they still do it today.
“The New Guard was formed to finally put a stop to their entitlements. We believe that everyone should have a fair opportunity to succeed. Everyone deserves a shot at the brass ring. Not just those who are in power now. Sure, those pompous fucks may have earned their current spot. But that makes what they’re doing even worse. They deny the same opportunities that they were given by those that went before.
“And what happened when we got our shots? We took all the gold. Every title that was held by just the New Guard still remains with the New Guard. The only title lost was because one outside our group held a portion and lost it.
“Now everyone gets a shot at the title. Ricky Soaring Eagle received a World Championship match this year. Comrade Sharkoff, a castoff from PHWF, has received a title shot recently. You know who hasn’t earned their shot? The Establishment. They still don’t understand that they can’t just walk up to the arena and expect their chance.
“I worked my ass off to get where I am today. But you know what, Larry?”
LN: “What, Stan?”
SF: “I want more. I came into this organization as a heel, turned face and now I’m one of the most hated here. But to take me to that next level, I’m going to need the man that started me on that path.”
A figure steps from the shadows. Dressed in an Armani suit and sporting a walking stick, he steps into the light.
SF: “I believe you know Sheikh Shihab Abd-al-Malik Abdul-Aziz Rahat.”
LN: “But... but... but he was killed. You were at the funeral and burial.”
SF: “Sheikh Rahat wanted it that way. He saw I needed to succeed on my own and then, and only then, could he help me push away the boundaries that still confine the New Guard.”
LN: “So the New Guard was his idea?”
SF: “No, no, no. That was all Chris Evans. Sheikh Rahat was only instrumental in helping me make that final decision to join them. When Matt Folz and Chris came to me I was the faciest face who ever faced a face.”
Rahat leans over and taps Fulton with his walking stick.
SF: “Sorry. Let’s say I was well liked by the fans, the rest of the roster. But everything I believed in was disappearing. Ravenna Blue, one of my closest friends in the OOWF, just up and left. Stank and LD had agendas of their own. Moose was slipping even further into insanity. If I was ever to achieve my goal of being the World Champion and a Grand Slam Champion, I would need allies. People I could count on to be there for me when I needed a partner or when I needed to go it alone.
“Chris and Matt told me about Kai, Aina and JP. Though I had a dustup with JP before, and never worked with the Hawaiians, I had trusted Matt before. He was like the big brother I never had. When he and I were a tag team, we were unstoppable. We were the 2010 OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament champs. I knew I could trust Matt and he trusted Chris. That was good enough for me.
LN: “You and Matt Folz face Comrade Sharkoff and Ghosthead this week in a Texas Tornado tag team match.”
SF: “Yes we do. And I can assure you that Matt and I not only haven’t been taking this match for granted, though since we’ve worked together before and they haven’t we probably could, we’ve been watching film of our opponents and spending many hours perfecting our skills in the ring.”
LN: “So what is Sheikh Rahat going to be doing for you?”
SF: “Simple, Larry. He’s going to be my conscious. My sounding board. I don’t need a manager per se, but when I need one more opinion on a decision, he’s going to be there. He may accompany me on the road, but for the most part, he’ll be there when I need him.”
LN: “And Miss Rodriguez?”
SF: “She’ll be running the day-to-day operations of my businesses.”
LN: “What’s next for Stan Fulton?”
SF: “What’s next is what’s now. Continue to be World Champion. Become Tag Team, and therefore Grand Slam and Six Pack Champion when Kai and Aina decide to give up the tag titles. Make Sharkoff eat shoe leather. Teach Ghosthead and Sharkoff what it means to be a tag team. Collect the big paycheck and become the greatest of all time.”
LN: “Big goals.”
SF: “You know what they say, Larry. Go big or go home. I’m not done with the OOWF yet. And when I walk away, they’ll be saying that ‘a great man has left and we shant see his like again.’ That’s what’s next.”
LN: “Thank you for your time, Stan.”
SF: “Thanks, Larry.”
LN: “I’m Larry Nelson for OOWF-TV. Have a great evening everyone.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 14, 2012 20:27:48 GMT -5
**Chris Evans is WALKING~! alone in a hallway when the lights suddenly go out. The hallway goes pitch black, and the camera can’t see anything.**
CE: “This really is a shithole…”
**A small flame lights, and then suddenly explodes into a fireball. There is a crashing sound - evidently Evans diving out of the way.**
CE: “What the fuck?!?!”
**A woman’s voice comes from a different direction.**
WV: “That was to get your attention.”
CE: “Well if you wanted to get me alone…”
**Another fireball and another crash.**
CE: “Sunofa - What the hell is wrong with you?”
WV: “You should ask yourself that question. Is the New Guard so desperate for relevance that you care not who’s ire you raise - even that of Ketsueki Seishin?”
CE: “Look, I told Folz he shouldn’t have-”
WV: “Don’t blame Matt Folz for your failings…You are perhaps fortunate, Mr. Evans. You won’t share your allies’ fate…at least not yet.”
CE: “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
WV: “Ket is going to hunt the New Guard, one by one, but you are safe from him. You, we will leave to the mercy - or hopefully lack thereof - of Danny Taylor.”
CE: “ Taylor? - please”
WV: “Enjoy your false bravado, Evans, but be warned - If Danny Taylor chooses to let you live, Ket will come calling, and the Blood Spirit will be your end.”
**The lights come back on and the camera pans the hallway, but Evans is the only one in sight.**
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 14, 2012 20:28:37 GMT -5
SFJ13 is standing before an OOWF banner somewhere in the halls of the arena, apparently waiting for an interview. She looks at her watch, looks around, looks towards the cameraman, and finally speaks.
SFJ13: Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize, I was hoping to have an interview with someone now, but…
SFJ13 suddenly perks up as she spies someone coming down the hallway.
SFJ13: Ladies and gentlemen, please hold on for one second!
SFJ13 runs off camera and we catch some of the conversation.
SFJ13: Come on, for old time’s sake?
Other-voice: Sandra, I don’t have time for this.
SFJ13: Please? For me?
OV: Oh, fine, just make it quick.
SFJ13 runs back on camera.
SFJ13: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome at this time, one of the Elite Eight in the OOWF Invitational Tournament this year, a man who has been surprisingly silent for the past few weeks…PSYKLE!
Psykle walks in to frame of the camera, requiring that the cameraman angle the camera up much higher due to his 7’3” stature.
SFJ13: Psykle, you’ve been doing quite well in the OOWF invitational so far, defeating Lobo in Round one, and The Kai in Round two…
Psykle: Lobo and I had an epic match, and I saw his comments about Onslaught matches having a time limit, but he’s wrong about the wording. It’s a time limit unless otherwise specified. It being a tournament, there of course needed to be a winner, and therefore instituting a time limit on the match made no sense. I understand his point of view though, and maybe the referee should have made it clearer at the beginning of the match, but what’s done is done.
SFJ13: What about The Kai’s actions last week in your match?
Psykle: The Kai knew I had him beat, and just like the rest of the New Guard, took the less than honorable way out of the match. Either way, he lost to me, and I moved on in the tournament while he didn’t.
SFJ13: This week you’ve got Ricky Soaring Eagle in round three. The two of you have a bit of a storied past, care to elaborate?
Psykle: Ricky, *sigh*, it really is a shame Ricky. Time and time again you’ve let your rage get the best of you and it cost you the match. I tried to talk to you, to help you, but you decided not to listen. However, when you spoke to me, I listened. You told me that I’d been here for a year and I have accomplished nothing. I could stand here and argue that I’ve accomplished a lot, I’ve learned to control my rage, I’ve brought myself out from under the thumb of a controlling, manipulative, corporate one-percenter. I could list item after item, but the truth is, I set out on one goal that I have yet to achieve. Winning the Onslaught Championship. As far as success in the ring goes, I’ve been up and down, but the big matches, the matches for the Onslaught Championship, I always come up short. Always! That’s why I’ve been silent for the past few weeks, I’ve been focusing. Focusing my energies on the matches ahead of me, not on the craziness surrounding me, whether it be from “Iron-Stevie”, the Saints of Sinners, the ever growing drama of the Darlings, or even the pathetic attempts to rule the OOWF that The New Guard think they are somehow winning at just because they hold all the championships, yet don’t realize that even though they do, they are still not the main story when anyone talks about the OOWF. No, I’ve removed myself from caring or even following all of that. Instead, I’ve focused my energies on training and watching tape of my opponents. This week, I’ve got Ricky Soaring Eagle. Someone who is newer to the OOWF than me, and has very few matches here for me to see. However Ricky, I know you all too well already. Your rage is your downfall. It always has been, and until you learn to control it instead of letting it control you, it always will be. I’ll see you in the ring Wednesday, and you’ll see exactly what I mean about how learning to control your rage makes it a much more powerful weapon. Now Sandra, I’ve got to go, I have some training to do. I’m sure you’ll find more people to interview in the coming time, and I’m sure more than one of them will probably have something to say about what I’ve just said.
SFJ13: Thank you, Psykle.
Psykle walks off as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 14, 2012 20:29:50 GMT -5
Alexander Darling returns to the Darling Luxury Suites and stops mid-step. The living area is decorated to the hilt. Red streamers, red lights, red garland, red hearts everywhere.
AD: Crap.
L: Yeah....
AD: She went googling holidays again, didn't she...
L: Yeah, but I think you're safe.
AD: Safe? Lucky...I didn't get her anything....I just...I lost track of time.....
L: I really don't think you have anything to worry about.
AD: Are you kidding me? She's been trying to put her entire life's worth of missed holidays into each and every one! Look, get on the phone....I need like...60 bazillion dozen roses here by--
L: I'm telling you, Alex...it's fine.
AD: And....wow, jewelry...and chocolate and--
Alex is interrupted by the sound of automatic machine gun fire. He hits the ground as Lucky continues going through his paper work. He looks up and sees Firewoman dressed in 1920s style gangster wear, holding a Gatling gun.
AD: What...the hell....
FW: Get up, silly, they're blanks.
Alexander slowly gets to his feet.
AD: I'm confused.
FW: I saw this on the calendar. Turns out not EVERY holiday is at the end of the month.
AD: Ah, well, that's true...but--
FW: So I googled it and got the story of the St. Valentine's Day massacre in 1929. Kinda cool it gets it's own calendar date, huh?
AD: Um....
FW: So I had Lucky order decorations, which he did and--
AD: Why these decorations, Fire?
FW: Huh? Oh, I dunno. I ran out of time to look stuff up. I assume it's all about the blood and stuff after one gang took the other out and shot them.
AD: That....makes....perfect sense!
L: Told ya, Alex.
Firewoman goes to leave, and Alexander looks visibly relaxed. She stops and comes back, whispering something in his ear.
AD: Not a problem.
Firewoman smiles and leaves.
L: What'd she say?
AD: Heh, nothing I'm sharing with you.
L: Gotcha. You realize next year--
AD: Yeah, totally flowers, chocolate, and jewelry.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 15, 2012 3:33:04 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is taping her wrists backstage when a backstage interviewer comes up to her.
BI: Ms. Muyo, do you have a minute?
Mai: Oh sure! I'm just going to go catch up on my workout. Haven't gotten to it the past few days.
BI: Where have you been?
Mai: STRESSING! You're not going to believe it, but I actually went on a date for Valentine's Day. One of the resorts over here is totally family-run, and their son is about my age. We met online a few years ago, and he offered to take me out if I was ever on the island--which I assumed would never be the case, but I did, and it was lovely!
BI: Oh! Any potential future plans?
Mai: Nope, not Catholic enough.
BI: Are you joking?
Mai: I'd rather move on than answer that.
BI: Sure. You have been placed in a match with JP Sparxx this week, out of your preferred Intercontinental division into fighting for the championship of the Onslaught division you first competed in. Thoughts?
Mai: First, JP is an amazing wrestler. Not that others couldn't do the things we do necessarily, but he and I probably have the most significantly aerial offense in this company. I would really love to team with him someday, in fact.
Am I interested in the Onslaught Title, despite my previous statements about wanting to follow the Darling path? Of course. A championship is a championship. But for this match, on a personal level as a competitor, being able to defeat Sparxx at his own game is a prize unto itself.
BI: Finally, your brother and Jack got involved in the end of your match with Firewoman...
Mai: Right. And she freaked out and almost really messed my neck up. (Mai sighs.) I'm sick of the drama. My brother's drug regimen made him less impulsive, but he's not getting any better. He needs to get over Lisa--and I don't know whether that's a romantic statement or just a power relation--but he needs to get over her now. While volunteering to be Jack's drooling lackey might have been a way to handle his emotions for a couple weeks, this cannot be a life career. We'll see how harsh a wake-up call he needs; for now, he has my prayers.
Mai grabs her water bottle and stands up.
Mai: And you have had my time. Good day.
FADE
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