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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:22:31 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals Live! From Cayas Miskitas, Nicaragua
OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals[/u] LD Williams vs. Chris Evans Danny Taylor vs. Psykle
OOWF Tag Team Showcase[/u] Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. Texpress Saints of Sinners vs. Phoenix Rising Texpress vs. Phoenix Rising Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. Saints of Sinners
The Flyin Hawaiians & JP Sparxx vs. Davin Moreland, Stank & Crowing Stan Fulton & Matt Folz vs. Mai Muyo & El Lobo Sangriento Ghosthead vs. Rabbit Mask Comrade Sharkoff vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
card subject to normal Nicaraguan strife
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:22:57 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is being checked over by medics backstage. He tries to talk about the match, but his words are slurred and his sentences aren't making sense. He is told to lie down, but tries to stand up instead. They gently but sternly push him back to a horizontal position, at which point he seems to lose consciousness.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:23:23 GMT -5
*Darling Locker Room*
Alexander walks into chaos as he ducks under a vase with flowers slamming against the wall. As Fire goes to pick up the lamp next to the vase, Alex quickly steps over to her and grabs her from behind.
Alexander: Stop.
Firewoman: No. We looked like fool...
Alexander: No we didn't. We looked like a team that just started doing this against one of the best in the world and someone who knows every trick in the book.
Firewoman: But we lost.
Alexander: Fire...we lose a lot.
Firewoman: Not helping.
Alexander: We also win a lot. And we'll get there together, but no more of this.
Firewoman: Look, I hate losing and when it happens, especially twice in one night...I need a release. Let me get through this and then we'll focus on next week.
Alexander: Nope. We're going to focus on next week right now. You're still in your gear. Meet me in the ring in 10 minutes.
Alex walks out of the locker room leaving Fire standing there looking after him...
Firewoman: He's such a...I can't believe he would....GRRRR
Fire heads out a few moments later and meets Alex in the ring and he points to the entrance way. A few seconds later Alex Shelley, Austin Aries, Tyler Black, and Jimmy Jacobs all come out. Alexander turns to Fire...
Alexander: For the next hour our 4 friends there are going to beat the ever living fuck out of us. And by the time next week comes around, the Texans, AA & Honcho, and especially the Sinners won't know what hit them.
Firewoman: Let's show these bums just who Phoenix Rising is.
Alexander: Bring it...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:23:48 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is reading the lineup for next week when SFJ#47 approaches.**
SFJ#47: “You’ve pulled Chris Evans in the next round of the invitational. Any thoughts?”
LDW: “Lionheart Chris Evans. King of the wannabes. Leader of the whiners. Master and Ruler of second place.
You talk about being held back, about being denied opportunities. Well, I’ve said it before - glass ceiling, thy name is L.D. Williams-come get me.
You talk about cleaning up, about changing the OOWF for the better. Well the OOWF is MY yard-come get me.
You boast about what you did to Outback Jack. You claim it was for the common good. You claim that it had to be done. He was my friend. <belch>-Australian for come get me.
Wednesday night, you’re not stepping in the ring with a wrestler. You’re not stepping in the ring with a legend. You’re stepping in the ring with L.D. fucking Williams, and YOU…WILL…FEAR ME!”
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:24:21 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back drinking a beer when SFJ13 comes in>
SFJ13: Moose, the Saints of Sinners went 0-2 in the first week of the Tag Team Showcase, care to comment?
MHJ: Not a big deal really, I got a little overzealous with AA and Honcho and it cost us. He assures me that won't happen again. As for Texpress? Those Texas idiots got lucky.
SFJ13: Next week you face AA and Honcho again and Phoenix Rising, care to comment on that?
MHJ: AA and Honcho got lucky once, it's not going to happen again. As for Phoenix Rising? Please
SFJ13: Are you completely dismissing them?
MHJ: Alex is back. Good for him. He finally figured out he is not Moosehead Jack. The fact is, I am Moosehead Jack, and I am just better than he is. As for Lisa.........whatever
SFJ13: Why will you not admit that Firewoman is your sister?
MHJ: My sister died in that ring. Whoever that is now imitating her is not my sister. She proved it this week, once again, by letting that sniveling coward Alex walk right back into her life without so much as a cross word. The REAL Fire would have kicked the shit out of him, left him for dead, and never looked back. But THIS Lisa..........fine, you want to remind me that she is my sister? <shaking his head> I guess she learned from the best. You know how many times Pops beat the shit out of moms, how many times he hurt her and she swore that she would never come back? That she would never let him hurt her again? And every fucking time she came crawling back. Lisa is no different. She came crawling right back to Alex like a whipped puppy. Well Lisa, you can pretend all you want, you can try to fool these idiots, you can run around giving hugs and pretend you are something you are not, I know exactly what you are, and that is a shell of what you once were. Whatever it was that happened after that match.......Firewoman died that night. The fact that you are still pretending to be someone I was once proud to team with, someone I was once proud to call my sister, well honestly, it pisses me right the fuck off. This week, I am going to meet you in the ring, and I am going to kick the shit out of you. We'll see if you remember who you were and fight back.......or if we get Lisa Darling crawling back wanting more.
<Moose goes back to drinking and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:25:11 GMT -5
Firewoman is walking in the living room area of the suite, dressed for a run. The clock shows 5:30 a.m. Finally, Alexander Darling comes stalking out of the room, sunglasses on, also dressed for running, but looking about as unenthusiastic as possible.
AD: I can't believe you were serious. You were gone all night. Have you even slept?
FW: Silly Alex, you know I only sleep when I'm dead or institutionalized. Besides, you're right. We need to step up our training and that means not just in the ring. Plus, I'm excited! You've never done any of this fitness stuff with me.
AD: Because I hate it. And we don't need--
FW: We were the youngest tag team in that showcase, with the possible exception of Honcho. There's no reason we should've been as gassed as we were by the end of it.
AD: You weren't that gassed.
FW: ....Okay, maybe not "we."
AD: Thanks.
FW: So the only remedy for that is cardio. Besides, I've discovered I hate running alone
AD: I thought you had Stank and LD and Crusher and Chad in your running harem.
FW: Cute. Stank stopped coming because he thought Chad and I flirted too much. *Alex frowns more, if possible* LD is not really a morning person so only makes it every so often, Chad usually oversleeps thanks to whichever SFJ's lucky number came up, and Crusher stopped when the New Guard formed.
AD: But, Fire...
FW: Alex, I would like you to think about everything I'm working on...for YOU.
AD: Fine...guilt me into it.
FW: Whatever works.
Firewoman looks into her gym bag for something. Alexander pouts for a bit, but then appears to have gotten an idea. He walks slowly up to her, and gives her a look that probably has worked in the past for this sort of thing.
AD: Fire...
FW: Yes, Alex?
AD: How much....?
FW: Not here, Alex....INCs.
AD: C'mon.....*he pours on the puppy dog eyes*.....How much.
FW: *softening slightly*...Lots. You know that.
AD: Fire....
FW: But not nearly as much as I love winning titles. Now quit pouting.
AD: I'm not pouting--
FW: Good....because you agreed to this last night.
AD: That was before you and Jimmy took off for the evening.
Firewoman puts her foot up on the back of the couch to adjust her shoe a bit. Alex looks defeated, but then hits on another idea. As Fire puts her foot back on the floor, he walks slowly behind her, and slowly wraps his arms around her, so as not to startle her or freak her out. She still jumps a bit but then relaxes.
AD: So did you have fun?
FW: Yes......
AD: *he leans in to whisper in her ear. Do you want to tell me all about it?
FW: Oh....well, sure....
Firewoman smiles and reaches back behind his head as if she's going to caress his neck. But that's not what she's going to do. What she is going to do is use that as part of her leverage to assist her with the hip toss that sends him over the back of the couch and fairly gently, if suddenly onto the cushions.
FW: When we get back from our run.
AD: Dammit.
FW: And after the yoga.
AD: YOGA?
FW: Dude, your flexibility sucks, and you know it. You'll thank me when Moose gets you locked into the ji-endo and it doesn't nearly break you in half. Now quit goofing off...let's go.
Firewoman starts to leave, and Alexander reluctantly follows her, putting in his iPod headphones. She turns around and yanks them out of his ears, tossing all of it onto the table.
AD: C'mon, SERIOUSLY?
FW: Seriously...what could be BETTER than hearing the birds, the wind, the other sounds of morning in this beautiful tropical paradise?
AD: Metallica?
FW: C'mon...
Fire drags him by the arm, without iPod, into the hall.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:25:54 GMT -5
~~~ On the OOWF interview set ~~~ Voiceover Guy (Who is apparently moonlighting since Lobo is pre-occupied these days): Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the most decorated tag team in OOWF history... Chad Madison... Zane Myers.... The Texpress!! ~~~ "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" cranks up, and the studio audience erupts as Chad and Zane walk on set. They toss some Aquafina t-shirts out to the crowd. A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist walks in and takes a seat across from them ~~~ RNSFJ: Chad, Zane, thank you for joining us here tonight. Chad: It's my pleasure toots. We're glad to be here in Miskitas, Nicaragua! (Studio Audience Cheap pop!!) getting ready for some MidWeek Mayhem. RNSFJ: Well, let's get right to it. You two had a successful week last week, winning both your matches to claim a share of the early lead in the Tag Team Showcase. Zane: We did. It felt really good to go out there and get a couple of wins right away. It sets us up to have a really good chance at winning this thing. RNSFJ: you also share the top spot with Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams. Zane: And on the surface, that might seem a bit surprising. But Capps is a real tag team veteran, and Honcho is a young guy with all the tools to make it big. They've gotten a lot of work together here lately, and have a couple of really big wins under their belts now. Chad: They are the proverbial "team playing the best heading into the playoffs" so to speak. They might not be the odds on favorites, but they will be a tough out. RNSFJ: On the flip side, are you surprised that the Saints of Sinners and Phoenix Rising both went 0 for 2? Chad: Yes and no. with the overall talent in this showcase, you can't expect anyone to go winless OR undefeated. Both are good teams, both are just as likely to go 2-0 next week or the week after. Zane: And look, Alex is as talented a guy in the ring as there is. He has that bulldog mentality. He sets his sights on something, he's usually successful. Firewoman is in the same vein. She's surprisingly strong when you're in the ring with her and resilient as they come. Moose is a brutal man in the ring, but don't sleep on him, he can wrestle when he wants too, he just usually chooses not to. And Ecosystem is so tough to read in the ring, he rarely enters a situation without a mental edge. RNSFJ: So what can we expect this week? Chad: Well, we're looking to go out there and put this thing away. Look, we're the best TEAM this company has ever seen. Our names are scattered across the record books. If anyone "overlooks" us becuase they think we are "lucky," they're in for a big surprise. Zane: We're confident. People have accused us of being cocky, but really, when you're good and you know it, people often confuse the two. however, We expect to win every match, but we won't be lulled to sleep. We know who we're in the ring with at all times, and we've been around long enough to know that if we let our guard down for a second, it will cost us the match. This next week will be intense. 4 matches in 5 days? That's a true test of teamwork. RNSFJ: Once the Showcase concludes at End of Days, what's next for you guys? Chad: Naturally, we want to get our Tag Team Championships back. But until then, we'll be doing anything we can to help someone take them from the Hawaii'ans. We're looking to help put another dent in the armor of the New Guard. Zane: We'll also be backing up Danny, Lobo, LD and anyone else that tries to take on the New Guard. This battle is far from over, and Trust Me they will not be winning the war. RNSFJ: That's all the time we have here tonight. Stay tuned for more OOWF Insight!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:26:26 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium where we see El Lobo and Danny sitting enjoying a pint. For a change, the place seems peaceful, and Danny no longer looks like he is lost in his thoughts.
Lobo: It’s good to have you back.
Danny raises an eyebrow in question, then moves his arm around the room in an arc.
Lobo: Oh, I know you have physically been here, but mentally it was as if you were another person.
Danny nods in agreement; he taps his head and then holds his hand out flat.
Lobo: You have made the semi finals of the Invitational, which is impressive. Now you have to get past Psykle. Have you two even really crossed paths?
Danny shakes his head no.
Lobo: You know, there is some similarity to your respective OOWF careers.
Danny looks confused, and motions for Lobo to continue.
Lobo: You are both big, power based wrestlers. You both entered the company with a businessman manager at your side expecting your career to play out in a set way. Yet due to the actions of a veteran on the roster, Fire for him and Jack for you, you both have found it going down unexpected paths.
Danny takes this in, then nods finding truth to Lobo’s words.
Lobo: Now you both meet in a time when Psykle seems to have conquered his rage, and you may be losing control of your own.
Danny shrugs a little, then he points to his eyes, before pointing towards the back of the room where a picture of Evans is nailed to a dartboard.
Lobo: I see, a win over Psykle puts you potentially one step closer to a match with Evans.
A wicked smile crosses Danny’s face as he slowly nods.
Lobo: Just don’t let your desire to get to him cloud you to the opponent in front of you.
Danny motions towards Lobo and then makes the outline of a ring, obviously trying to change the subject.
Lobo: Me? This week I face Fulton and Folz in a tag team match. Danny makes the motion of a tag.
Lobo: That is the wildcard in the equation, I am teamed with Mai. She is……..Odd.
Danny chuckles at this.
Lobo: My hope is that after what Folz attempted to do to her ankle, that we will be on the same page. Regardless, it will be good to get my hands on the New Guard again.
Danny points to his eye then to Lobo, then to his back.
Lobo: I know you do. For now, let’s enjoy our drinks, and then at Mayhem, we can unleash some destruction.
Danny lifts his drink and mouths the word Jack.
Lobo: To Jack.
Both men down their drinks as the scene
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:27:00 GMT -5
*Fade back in to the Destroyatorium, where we find Dynamite Danny Taylor and El Lobo Sangriento still DRINKING~!, since it takes a hell of a lot of beer to pay proper tribute to Outback Jack…
ELS: I gotta say, Danny, I’m a little jealous of you.
*Danny arches an inquisitive eyebrow…
ELS: You’re on a one-way road to Evans. The bastard who started all this.
*Danny points to his foot, then to Lobo’s…
ELS: Hell no, you didn’t step on my toes. I want Evans just as bad as you do, but as long as one of us takes him down, it’s all good.
*Danny points at Lobo and shrugs…
ELS: Apparently, tagging with whoever doesn’t have a match each week. But at least I’m getting matches against the New Guard and Saints of Sinners. That said, I’ve lost my focus. It’s time to set a goal and get after it.
*Danny raises the other eyebrow inquisitively. He’s got ambidextrous eyebrows. It’s pretty impressive, really…
ELS: It’s time for me to step up and bring another title to Drink and Destroy. Enough tag matches. I want the Crusher. I want the World title.
*Danny smiles and gives Lobo a thumbs-up, then points at the bathroom and excuses himself, leaving Lobo alone with his thoughts…
ELS: Hey Voiceover Guy?
VG: Yes Lobo?
ELS: What’s with you working for The Texpress?
VG: What can I say? It was a paying gig.
ELS: Nice. Hand it over.
VG: Hand what over?
ELS: The payment for the gig.
VG: But I earned that money on my own!
ELS: Read your contract, pal. No freelancing. Any outside work you do where you’re associated with me counts as advertising for the Lobo brand. All advertising revenues come to me.
VG: But I already…spent…the payment.
ELS: Fine. You can pay me back out of your own pocket.
VG: I don’t think you’d enjoy that, Lobo.
ELS: Why not?
VG: The Texpress didn’t pay me in money.
ELS: Then how did they pay you?
VG Well…you see…Chad made a call to one of the…friendlier…SFJs he knows, and we–
ELS: That’s enough. I get it. Okay, Voiceover Guy, you can keep your “payment” for that “job.” Just try to remember who you work for in the future.
VG: As long as you try to remember to work in the future, sure.
ELS: Ouch.
VG: Too far?
ELS: Yes, but also fair, so I’ll let it slide. Got an outro handy?
*Lobo continues to drink his beer as he waits for Danny to return. A smile crosses his face as he thinks about a referee raising his hand as the OOWF ring announcer says “Your winner and NEW OOWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…VOICEOVER GUY!”…
ELS: Hey! I was enjoying that.
VG: Sorry. Couldn’t resist.
*…“Your winner and NEW OOWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…EL LOBO SANGRIENTO!” *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:27:48 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster, OOWF Heavy Metal Iron Man Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline and Honcho Williams bust into a random locker room without knocking—because they’re keeping the angle FRESH~!
HW: There’s no one in here.
AA: And your point is?
HW: Why are we doing this?
AA: We’re keeping the angle FRESH~! Didn’t you read the introduction?
HW: Your lack of respect for kayfabe and the fourth wall really concerns me.
AA: Well, you’re really going to hate this promo, then.
HW: I know. I read the script this morning. I can’t believe I’m about to feed you this line.
AA: Just read it.
HW: I hate myself for this. “Hey, AA, we won both of our matches last week. I just know we’re going to win this tag team showcase.” Man, I hate myself for this.
AA: Dude, don’t you know anything about wrestling? There’s never blowouts in tournaments like this. Because we won the first two matches—and by the way, did you notice how I beat both Moose and Firewoman last week?—we’re all but secure in losing both of our matches this week.
HW (pained): Why is that, AA?
AA: Look, TexPress can’t wrestle for the titles, so they’ll beat us. That way the fans start thinking, “What if they win the showcase but can’t fight for the titles?” Then Moose will probably kill me for what happened last week. So next week we go into the finals at 2-2. It’s Wrestling 101, Rule #17. You really ought to read the book Johnny and I wrote.
HW: Is nothing sacred to you?
AA: Chloroform. Chloroform is sacred.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:28:22 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING at the television, watching video of her opponents for the coming week, taking notes, rewinding, etc. There's a knock on the door. She looks around expecting someone else to get it. No one does. There's another knock. She sighs and gets up and goes to open the door. A delivery person is standing there, but blocked by a HUGE vase of flowers. Fire gets a big smile on her face before noticing the INC, and then she suppresses it.
FW: So what's this?
Delivery: Flowers for a .... Lisa Darling?
FW: That's me...just...well, bring them in and set them on the table.
The delivery person maneuvers the huge display through the door. He finally gets it to the table and turns his back toward Fire while he rearranged the stems that have been displaced during transport.
FW: Geez, that's .... that's gotta be like one hundred white roses!
Del: 144 ma'am. One dozen dozen.
Fire turns her back to get her wallet to give him a tip.
FW: I don't know what Alex is thinking sometimes....
She turns back around and drops her wallet to the floor in shock. The delivery driver has turned around and the INC sees it is none other than Junichiro Muyo.
FW: What.....
Eco: Speechless I see. That's so rare....Yes, Fire...the flowers are not from Alex...they're from me. Twelve dozen roses...a dozen roses for each month since you left me. Since you broke up what could have been the greatest trio in OOWF history.
He holds his arms open wide, as if waiting for an embrace.
Eco: That's right! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, FIRE!
Firewoman stands there in shock, not knowing what to say or do.
Eco: Why, Lisa! Are you that overcome with the emotions? Or ... is this guilt? Or dare I say....FEAR? Maybe all that therapy isn't working as well as you think? Or maybe you should have stayed under observation for longer...you know....for your "exhaustion."
FW: *snapping out of it a bit* Get. Out.
Eco: How rude...I just got here.
FW: Juni....
Eco: Call me 'sensei,' Fire...just like old times! Wouldn't that be fun!?
FW: You....you come here....to MY OWN ROOM....
Eco: Yes, well, I had to wait for Alex and Lucky to leave. We do need our alone time.
There's a long moment where Eco is amused at his power, and Fire appears to be frozen. Then Ecosystem takes one step towards her...
And that's all he takes. Firewoman grabs him by the throat and slams him to the floor. She kicks him a few times as he laughs.
Eco: See? I was right....no changing for you!
Firewoman looks around the room as Eco gets to his feet. She grabs Alex's sledgehammer off the wall and nails Eco in the gut, He doubles over and she goes to swing the hammer down on the back of his head, when she .... stops.
She drops the hammer and grabs Ecosystem by the hair, pulling his face up to hers.
FW: No.....no you don't.....not like this. You want this to happen, to feed your victim complex, to make you still be the injured party. You come into MY space...knowing full well.....well, not this time, little man.
She opens the door, dragging him by the hair behind her and throws him out into the hall way, where he hits the far wall with a thud.
FW: We do this under my terms. NOT YOURS. You don't get to dictate this anymore. I will handle you IN THE RING. No where else.
Firewoman slams the door. Ecosystem walks away, a little out of breath, but still laughing.
Perspective change and we're back in the Darling Luxury Suite. Fire is trying to compose herself and turns and sees the vase. She picks it up and with a primal scream throws it at the wall. It makes a glorious noise and a glorious mess.
FW: Well....crap.
Firewoman bends down to start picking things up, and manages to cut her hand badly on a shard of the vase. She stands up to tend to it, and at that point Alexander comes rushing in, having heard the commotion from down the hall. He sees Fire standing amid the mess, blood flowing down her arm.
FW: Oh hey.
AD: "HEY?" What the hell, Fire?
FW: Just...getting ready for our match?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:29:02 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans*
Fear you, huh, LD? Fear you? Heh, fear what? I mean, when was the last time that your geriatric ass was anywhere even close to being relevant? So you had one good match with Stank? So what? We can do that every night of the week, but since the talent around here isn’t in our league, it usually doesn’t get anywhere close to that. We hold the titles around here, not you. We’re getting the wins, not you. And we’re part of the most dominant faction in this business today. Again, not you.
As for what I did to Outback Jack. Yeah, he was your friend. Hey, shit happens. Try thinking of it as natural selection. In every pack, you have the alpha male, in this case, that would be the New Guard. Then there’s the beta male, the ones that wish they could be like the alpha male, but is lacking behind them in every way imaginable. Strength, speed, technique, sexual potency. No matter how hard they try, the weakest of the pack will always fade away and die in obscurity. That would be Outback Jack. So to me, we took the old dog, and euthanized him, put him out of his misery, for his own good.
So now you think that just because you got through Stank, that you stand a chance against me. Have you forgotten that the last time I faced Stank, I pinned him cleanly in the ring, and prior to that, we damn near wrestled a full Broadway, with Stank beating me due to blind fuck luck. You’re out of your element, old man, so don’t think you’re making an example out of me.
We’re the New Guard, we’re cleaning up this shithole. And if you don’t know that, well, you just haven’t been paying attention.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:30:27 GMT -5
PAN over from Chris Evans to OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton who's been watching the promos of the shattered remnants of the once glorious and important faction called Drink & Destroy. Of course, now with just Dy-no-mite Jimmy Walker and El Chupacabra it's kind of lame.
Anywho, as said, Fulton has been watching their latest promos.
SF: "New World Champion, masked man? Dream on. You haven't earned shit let alone a shot at this."
Fulton pats the championship belt laying over his shoulder.
SF: "And you know if for some reason you ever did weasel your way into a shot, the second you step in that ring with me you're going to go weak at the knees in fear. Because you know deep down in that slimy Mexican greaser heart of yours that what we did to Outback Jack, I could do to you. Kind of like how it'll be when you step into the ring with me and Matt on Wednesday. And you know Mai isn't going to be any help to you.
"I wouldn't even think twice about standing on your heart. Letting 300 plus pounds slowly crush your rib cage until the bone fragments pierced your lungs, your heart. And that's how I know you'll never hold this World Heavyweight Championship.
CE: "Well said."
SF: "Thanks. You want to head over to the suite? We'll get some pizzas delivered and I'll kick your ass in OOWF Wrestling 2012 for the Xbox 360."
CE: "You kick my ass? Hardly. I'm the awesomest at that game."
SF: "Is awesomest even a word?"
CE: "Sure it is. It's right there in the promo now."
SF: "If it's on the Internet it's the truth?"
CE: "Something like that. So, where's Matt?"
SF: "Probably studying tape."
CE: "Lobo and Mai?"
SF: "No, Aaron Rodgers. He's still taking their loss in the playoffs this year hard. I keep rubbing it in that the Vikings won as many playoff games as the Packers this year."
CE: "Evil."
SF: "Thank you."
CE: "You know. I doubt we can get pizzas delivered to Cayas Miskitas, Nicaragua."
SF: "I can't believe we're working in this shithole."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:31:06 GMT -5
An ambitious SFJ is waiting at Cayas Miskitas airstrip, looking to get a scoop from an arriving OOWF superstar. She sees Crowing disembarking a recently landed DC10 and rushes over...
ASFJ: Crowing, you've been uncharacteristically quiet this week. Do you have any words for the OOWF fans.
Crowing, sighs, wipes sleep from his eyes and ruffles his hair with an exasperated expression. He recovers himself, smiles straight at the INC and replies...
Crowing: Of course. I'm glad to be here in Cayas Miskitas, Nicaragua and hope to put on a great show for our loyal fans this week.
ASFJ: That's a bit of a vanilla response, do you not have anything to say about how you lost your match last week, or any further words for J-P Sparxx?
Crowing looks a bit taken aback by this and responds quite sharply...
Crowing: How the hell do you think I feel about last week? I was having a damned fine match against an elite competitor and then the guy I beat the week before has to run and get involved. Not cool. If Folz is as good as he thinks he is, he should have got the job done two weeks ago, and if Evans is as good as he thinks he is, he shouldn't have needed the knuckles to put me away.
ASFJ: It's clear you're less than happy about that. I assume you're looking forward to getting some recompense against the New Guard this week.
Crowing: Meh. I'm really looking forward to tagging with a guy I've never had a connection to and another guy who I've spent most of my career feuding with in a semi-meaningless midcard six man tag match against one guy I've got a bit of an issue with and his stable's token tag team...
ASFJ: The Flyin' Hawaiians are the Tag Team Champions...
Crowing: ...and J-P is the Onslaught champion and I've had my sights on him since I came back. Sure, I get the booking but it doesn't change the fact that I'd quite like to have had a crack at Folz and/or Evans this week. In any case, I'll bring my usual in-ring brilliance to the table and I don't doubt Stank or Davin's abilities so if we can get on the same page, I'm sure we can get the win and I can get a step closer to a one on one title shot with J-P. Now, could you please get the hell out of my face so I can get to my hotel and start preparing?
ASFJ: OK...
Crowing lifts his bags and walks towards the small terminal...
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:31:32 GMT -5
It's late at night as the camera comes up in a very quite Destroyatorium. Dynamite Danny Taylor is walking through the dark and quite bar, a look of peace on his face. He stops outside a room simply labeled "the girls", and he peeks in. He quickly pulls back, his face turning beet red. He rushes off camera, then returns and puts a sock on the doorknob. Danny chuckles slightly, then continues into the bar proper. The place is serene, and Danny stops at Shotglasses dog bed, and gently pets his sleeping puppy on it's head. Danny continues out of the Destroyatorium, and into the bowels of the arena, which is relatively empty, with only a skeleton staff still setting things up. Danny does the head nod of mutual respect with the various members of the ring crew, and even pauses to help a couple move some heavy prop boxes.
Danny leaves the arena, and steps out into the cool evening air. He takes a deep breath, and then begins slowly jogging up the street. He does not appear to have a destination in mind, but is just letting fate take him where it may. Danny maintains a pretty even pace as he travels through the mainly deserted streets, eventually leaving the city proper and heading into a more wooded area. To the INC's credit, he is able to keep up with Danny with no problems. At one point, an Owl flies overhead, and Danny slows down to watch this creature head by. This encourages Danny to leave the beaten path and take his late night jog into a more heavily wooded area. The INC stays with him as Danny spends several more minutes jogging through the woodland, eventually stopping at a natural waterfall. It is not someplace epic, but simply someplace serene. Danny stops and breaths in the cool air, and a genuine smile crosses his face. He seems at peace, the drama of the last several months completely erased from his mind. He stands in silence, eyes closed, enjoying this moment for quite a while, before turning and beginning a jog back towards the arena.
Surprisingly, the return trip remains just as peaceful as the first, and Danny arrives back at the arena in good time. He pauses to share a smile and a handshake with a local security guard, and even signs an autograph for him before heading back towards the Destroyatorium. Danny head in, and the peacefulness of before continues to be undisturbed. Danny heads to the back rooms, passing by both the girls and Lobos, but stops when he sees the door to Vic's room is slightly ajar and a light is shining out. Danny is surprised to find his friend still awake, and slowly opens the door to talk with him.
Inside Vic's room is the definition of disaster. All of Vic's personal possessions are smashed, and Vic himself lays face down with his bed overturned on top of him. Written on the wall in a red liquid that we must assume is Vic's own blood are the words "Good Luck. N.G.". Danny's eyes grow wide and he tosses the bed off of Vic who let's out a small moan. Danny rushes out of the room, and kicks open the door to the girls room. They let out a surprised screech, and quickly cover up. Danny gives them no time to respond, and throws up the dreaded "X" symbol followed by the sign language symbol for V.
Danny rushes back to Vic's room and rolls Vic onto his back trying to be as gentle as he can. Spencer pops into the room wrapped in a towel and on her cell phone.
Spencer: Send some medics to the Destroyatorium quick. We got a man down, and he looks like he's lost a lot of blood.
As Spencer continues to call for help, a half dressed Ashley drags a half asleep El Lobo into the room. Lobo's sleepiness vanishes when he sees the scene before him. Lobo and Danny lock eyes, and a mutual understanding passes between them. They both nod heads, and Danny rises and the two head storming out of the bar looking for the new guard as the scene...
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 19, 2012 16:32:00 GMT -5
*In another part of the arena*
Still late at night, a hooded figure makes his way through the arena and this figure looks exhausted from the video reviews and the extra training but he is moving with a purpose. He gets to his destination and takes a deep breath before knocking. He pulls down the hood and slides a hand through his longer hair as the door opens to reveal LD Williams.
LDW: Darling...something I can do for you?
Alexander: Not really. Is your partner around?
LDW: Which one?
Alexander: The one who bailed me out.
LDW: I believe he's pouring me another Molson XXX as payment of our little wager. I can have him pour you one.
Alexander: Yea, I'd rather not be poisoned tonight. May I come in for a few minutes.
LDW: No violence?
Alexander: Not from me.
LD nods and steps aside as Alex slowly walks into the locker room. Stank looks up and is about to ask who it was when he sees who it is.
Stank: Oh what the fuck are you doing here?
Alexander: I came to see you.
Stank: Why?
Alexander: To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm ever going to understand whatever the issue is between us and I'm getting to the point where I don't give a fuck.
Stank: There's a fucking shock.
Alexander: *takes a deep breath* I'm not going to apologize for my actions to you because they didn't concern you...BUT I do owe you a debt of thanks and that's what I'm here for. You may not ever like me and we may not ever get beyond whatever the issue but the fact is you came to me like a man and told me some stuff I needed to hear when I needed to hear it.
Stank: Just returning a favor so you can never say I owe you a damn thing.
Alexander: Be that as it may. You did something you didn't have to and something I bet deep down a part of you wishes you didn't so you could let me rot away in a 3rd world country and I'd forever be out of your hair, but you're a bigger man than that.
Stank: I didn't do it for you.
Alexander: I get that, but it doesn't change the fact that you did it and I'm back now and you're part of the reason why. So...when the time comes, when both of our battles are fought, you want me back in that ring to try and get that pin back, anytime anywhere Stank. *Grins* But the results going to be the same as it was all summer...Alexander Darling defeats Stank. It's just how it is now.
LDW: Before you two whip em out, I think it's time to go Darling.
LD escorts Alex to the door but just before Alex steps out, LD slams him against the wall...
Hurt her again and they'll be hell to pay.
Alex nods and LD lets go. LD is just about to turn away when Alex grabs him and returns the favor and slams him against the wall.
Alexander: I hurt her again, you can do whatever you want to me. But remember something Williams...I'm not the one in this company who's hurt her the most. And yet, Mr. Alpha Male Williams, he seemingly gets a pass from you. Don't be a hypocrite.
Alex lets go and brushes off LD's shirt and pulls his hood back up as he exits the locker room and heads off.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:52:00 GMT -5
*fade-in to Matt Folz and Chris Evans, who have finished watching Danny’s latest promo*
E: He seems a bit pissed for some reason.
F: Well, we kinda did just beat his closest friend to a bloody pulp.
E: Yeah, that’ll do it.
F: Hey Chris, you think you’re gonna be ready for your next match?
E: You know, I’m pretty excited about this. I mean, I’m facing a guy who’s able to push me to be better than who I am, I want a match that pushes me to the best of my ability, to help me prove that I am worthy of being the leader of the New Guard. I mean, this is a guy that is worthy of being in the Hall of Fame, and someone that I would be proud to face in the ring.
F: You feeling okay, Chris?
E: Yeah, why?
F: Well, its just that...that was a strangely complimentary thing to say about LD Williams?
E: Huh? LD? I’m facing LD? *sigh* Shit, I figured I was facing Ressued Samoht. *sigh* Fine, guess I’m stuck with LD’s arthritic ass, eh?
*after a moment of silence, Folz and Evans laugh at this, then high-five each other*
E: Ah man, that was a good one, huh?
*Evans turns to look at the ninjacam*
By the way, speaking of jokes, how’d you like our message, Danny? Sure it was a bit graphic, I mean, I had to wash my hands for like 20 minutes to get the Old Guard smell off of my hands after smearing Vic’s blood on the wall like that. Plus I got my shirt stained in the process, but I think it was worth it.
To me, it doesn’t matter whether it’s you or Psykle. Neither of you are worthy to face me, so you’ll get your little 15 minutes of fame against me, and then when I’m finished, I add yet another accolade to my ever-growing list of accomplishments by winning the OOWF Invitational. And that totally sparkles with me.
Folz: ...
E: ...What?
F: Really?
E: Yeah, you’re right. No way am I actually gonna end a promo like that.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:52:20 GMT -5
**Stank and L.D. Williams are still in Stank’s locker room, drinking.**
LDW: “ POOOOOUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCE!”
**Stank looks at Williams expectantly, but no explanation is forthcoming. Stank shakes his head and goes back to his drink.**
**Time Passes**
LDW: “ POOOOOUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCE!”
S: “The fuck are you doing?”
LDW: “Alex called me the ‘Alpha Male’, so I thought I’d try it on.”
S: “And?”
LDW: “Doesn’t fit.”
S: “Good Call.”
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:52:43 GMT -5
FADE to a training facility somewhere in Nicaragua. It's probably run by the Sandinista National Liberation Front, but oh well. It's not like the New Guard has a better reputation.
Working against OOWF jobbers, Puck Dupp & Chile Bean Amezaga, are New Guard-ians Matt Folz and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.
Folz backs Amezaga into his corner and tags in Fulton rather roughly.
SF: "Dude. What's with the anger?"
Fulton steps through the ropes and slaps Amezaga across the chest with an open hand. The resounding smack can be heard echoing throughout the nearly empty arena. Amezaga drops to one knee.
MF: "The Aaron Rodgers comment? You don't remember?"
Fulton tags Folz back in who whips Amezaga to his own corner. Dupp makes the tag and runs house-a-fire across the ring into a drop toe hold by Folz which sends Dupp face first onto the bottom turnbuckle.
SF: "It was a joke, Matt. You have to lighten up on the Packers, dude. You were World Champions. You have to expect some cheap shots once in a while."
Folz tags Fulton into the match. Stan steps through the ropes and stands right on Dupp's back while he talks to Folz. Dupp can be heard moaning loudly.
MF: "Maybe you're right. I mean I could take some lessons from you. The Vikings haven't been taken seriously in decades."
Fulton steps off Dupp and roughly lifts him up by the hair, throws him back into the corner and tags Folz in.
SF: "There ya go. And you see, since the Vikings aren't relevant I'm not upset for the cheap shot."
Folz gives Dupp a snap-mare and kicks him in the back of the head then turns back to Fulton. Dupp crawls to his corner.
SF: "But you're right. I should stop taking cheap shots at the Packers. To be honest, Matt. I'm jealous. You've got a winning reputation. We here in Minnesota are stuck with the mediocrity that is the Vikings, Twins, Wild and Timberwolves. I'd mention that the Lynx are WNBA champions but I don't want to sound like a lesbian."
MF: "Good idea."
Folz turns around just in time to avoid a clothesline from Amezaga whose momentum carries him to the corner at which Fulton is standing. Amezaga eats a headbutt from the World Champion and drops like a stone through a wet paper bag. I hate wet paper bags.
Folz covers and gets the 1-2-3. Fulton drops off the apron as Folz rolls out under the bottom rope.
MF: "So. Lobo and Mai Muyo. Flippy shit."
SF: "Yeah. Nothing we haven't faced before."
MF: "There's rumors going around that the Hawaiians aren't long for this company."
SF: "We'd have to take the tag belts then. Couldn't let them fall into the hands of the Establishment."
MF: "The domination continues."
SF: "Amen, brother."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:53:35 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into the catering area, late evening. Most of the staff and personnel are probably in their hotel rooms or wherever else. She's carrying her Kindle Fire and grabs coffee before heading to "her" table. She gets the feeling someone else is there, though, and when she turns, she sees Poe. The two look at each other for a bit, and Fire sets her stuff on the table, then extends her right hand. Poe is taken aback.
P: What's this?
FW: Thank you.
P: What for?
FW: You know what. Don't make it a thing, either shake my hand or don't.
Poe looks like he wants to make a smart remark, but instead shakes her hand. They are joined by LD Williams and Stank.
LDW: Hey, it's like a reunion.
Sta: Yeah, we just need....um....yeah.
LDW: Smooth.
P: Well, I'm not staying anyway. Just came to get some ice cream for Selena.
They make small talk while he does this. Fire sits at her table. Poe leaves and eventually LD joins her. Stank does not.
FW: Look, will you sit down?
Sta: You owe me a pair of boots.
FW: Fine.
Fire pushes some stuff on her screen.
FW: There. Money for new boots in your account.
Sta: Okay then.
Stank pulls up a chair and sits down.
FW: And...I'm sorry....you still should have told me.
Sta: Fine. Next time he goes off to find himself, I will tell you.
LDW: Better not be a--
FW: Yeah, I saw...I don't need another big brother.
LDW: Fine. Did you have a good Valentine's Day?
Sta: Ugh...
FW: It was okay, I guess? I mean, I don't really know how to celebrate it...I dressed up like a gangster and then....what?
Sta: I don't want to hear the details.
FW: No, I mean, a real one. I didn't know what else to do, really. I mean it's cool that there's a holiday for that but.....what?
LDW: Fire....what is Valentine's Day about?
FW: It commemorates the shooting of one gang by another and....what?
Stank and LD look at each other and start to smile. LD takes her tablet and starts to do a web search.
Sta: Fire...wow, you really don't know? Didn't you go to school?
FW: Sometimes.
Sta: And didn't you have to bring valentines for your classmates?
FW: That seems kinda violent for school.
Sta: Man, you had a shitty life....
LD turns the tablet back over to Fire. She looks at it, reading whatever he found.
FW: Wait...so.....people are supposed to tell each other how they feel?
LDW: That's the gist.
FW: And buy each other stuff? Cards? Flowers?
Stank: Chocolate.
FW: Oh....but......why?
LDW: Um....
Stank: Well, it's....because.
FW: That's stupid. Kill a tree for a card and pull flowers out of the ground so they die for love? That's lame.
Fire picks up the tablet and gets up to leave.
LDW: Alex is a lucky man.
Sta: In many ways.
Fire stops, turns around and comes back and sits down.
Sta: What?
FW: Alright look....Dr. Freedman .... well, he wants me to have...uh....regular contact with actual people...kinda like Moose and I used to have coffee.
LDW: I thought Davin was handling that.
FW: He was, but Sam and Mickie keep him pretty busy. Dr. Freedman thinks it's important for me to develop...uh....*she pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket*...."normal affective bonds"...
Sta: What is that?
LDW: Friendships.
Sta: Oh...
FW: So I need to have these fairly regular....coffees or something....So.....would you guys...I mean....if not too busy....
LDW: You want us to be your new best friends?
Stank and LD smirk at each other.
FW: If you're just going to laugh, then forget it.
Sta: No, no Fire, it's just that...
LDW: We've kinda been in your corner for a while now.
Sta: Nice to see that you finally recognize it.
FW: Oh...yeah...well....Okay...gotta go. See you guys later.
LDW: Yep.
Sta: In about a week.
Fire smiles awkwardly and gets up again and this time leaves.
LDW: I wonder how much we get paid an hour?
Sta: It won't possibly be enough.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:53:59 GMT -5
As Fulton and Folz go to leave the training area, the door is kicked open, and a very pissed off DDT and ELS storm in. Stan and Matt don't look concerned at all, and both have smirks on their faces.
Folz: (looking to Fulton) I guess Evans was right.
Fulton: They are nothing if not predictable.
As they say this, Evans comes from the back joining his teammates. Danny and Lobo don't seem to care and move forward towards them. At this point JP Sparxx and The Hawaiians come out from a side locker room taking a position behind the members of D&D.
Evans: Looks like the odds aren't in your favor losers.
Danny and Lobo make momentary eye contact, nod and attack. Lobo spins catching Aina with superkick that rocks him back and to the floor. Danny rushes in and grabs Folz, shoving him hard into some nearby folding chairs, sending him crashing amongst them. He follows up his momentum by grabbing Evans by the throat and begins to choke him. Meanwhile Lobo has started exchanging haymakers with Sparxx.
The New Guard are momentarily caught off balance by the ferocity of Drink and Destroys attack, but the numbers game quickly comes into play. Kai is able to catch Lobos arm, allowing Sparxx to get in some quick shots on him. Simultaneously Fulton lands a clubbing blow that causes Danny to loosen his grip on Evans. Fulton grabs Danny in a bear hug, and begins to squeeze the life out of him. Folz is up and has a chair in hand. He heads towards Danny ready to paste him. Danny however gets an elbow to a, let's call it "sensitive area" on the World Champ, allowing him to escape the hold, and Folz ends up slamming the chair hard against Fulton's arm.
Fulton: What the hell Folz?
Before Folz can respond, Danny rocks him with a punch that sends him stumbling back. Kai and Sparxx are double teaming Lobo, but his lucha training comes into play, and he is able to monkey flip Sparxx away from him. However Aina has recovered and as Lobo gets to his feet, they nail high and low kicks that send him down and begin laying in the stomps.
On the other side of the brawl, Evans rocks Danny with a kick, and Fulton lays in another clubbing blow that sends Danny to one knee. All this commotion has brought out more OOWF jobbers, local staff, and security, so far no one has been brave enough to step in, and even with the odds against them, it does not look like D&D is planning on stopping anytime soon. The camera pans back to take in all the ongoing violence, as the scene
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:54:20 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back, on a stack of pallets, absentmindedly puffing on a cigar. In his hand is a well worn piece of barbed wire that he runs his fingers over while muttering something to himself. He seems to sense the invisible ninja cameraman and just begins speaking>
When the person that used to be Firewoman was under my partner Eco’s control, she set out to assault those who were guilty of committing the Seven Deadly Sins. Fire decided I was a perfect example of wrath and decided to attack me with my own Happy DethBat.
<Moose sits quietly for a moment, running his fingers over the barbed wire>
I let that slide. At the time………at the time I hoped that maybe Firewoman was still there. I was wrong. Firewoman died after that match with Tytan. What I see before me is just Lisa Darling. No different than any other wrestler on the roster.
<Moose pauses again, lost in thought>
You know, it is interesting that Lisa would come after others for the Seven Deadly Sins, our little Tag Team Showcase is a perfect example of all that is wrong in the world……..
Greed………Alexander Darling wants it all, and then some. He flaunts his wealth to anyone who will watch. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has had the world handed to him…….and yet we are supposed to believe he has had it hard. You are not fooling anyone Little Alex, I am going to take that silver spoon and shove it up your ass
Sloth…….Attitude Adjuster is happy to take the shortest path to success. He lives on past accomplishments and only wants handouts. Not that I am above cheating, far from it, but AA……you know what I say is true, and I will bleed you dry, not for anything you have done, but because there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Lust……Chad Madison. Chad preens like a peacock. He feels like the SFJ’s are his personal harem. Chad was once a great wrestler, but lust has clouded his mind. What is the one thing he values above all? His looks, because that helps him feed his lust. I am going to ruin that pretty face of yours Chad, I am going to carve it up with barbed wire and leave you scarred for life.
Gluttony…..Ecosystem. I know this will shock some people. Eco is my partner, and I respect him for what he has done. I don’t hold the events of last spring, or even what he did to Lisa Darling against him. But Eco wants it all. He wants the world at his feet. He wants everything, and then some. And he wants the world tag team titles. That is why we will win.
Envy…..Honcho Williams. The kid practically has stars in his eyes. Honcho, I know you are relatively new to the OOWF, but I see it in your eyes……I see it when you face Texpress and you hear the cheers the idiot fans shower on them, and I see envy in your eyes. You want what they have. You want those stupid fans to cheer for you. You want Them to love you. I am not going to let that happen. I have plans for you Honcho…….and when I am done, the fans will hate you just as much as they hate me.
Pride….Zane Myers. It is one thing to have a catch phrase. The fact that Zane genuinely doesn’t believe that anyone else could possibly measure up to Texpress…….pride in its purest form. Zane……pride comes before the fall. Your pride is going to cost you in the tag team showcase. Your downfall will be spectacular to watch.
Wrath……Lisa Darling. Lisa Darling wants us to think she has anger issues. Lisa Darling wants us to pity her. Lisa Darling wants us to think that she will lash out when wronged. Lisa Darling was once the embodiment of wrath. Lisa Darling is a sad, pathetic excuse for wrath now. She lashes out, then apologizes and offers hugs. She seeks the comfort of others to tell her she will be ok, all the while she now lets those who have wronged her walk away unscathed. Lisa Darling, you make me sick, and I am going to enjoy either bringing back the REAL wrath, or watching you suffer as I destroy you in the ring.
That just leaves one person………me.
I am not going to say I am not guilty of any of those sins……hell I am probably guilty of them all. The thing with me…….I prefer Total Depravity. Total depravity is the fallen state of man as a result of original sin. The doctrine of total depravity asserts that people are by nature not inclined or even able to love God wholly with heart, mind, and strength, but rather all are inclined by nature to serve their own will and desires and to reject the rule of God. I do what He wants. I hurt who He want. I do what He asks of me, and I don’t care who objects, be it man or God.
And until someone stops me……….I will serve Him. I am His assassin, and He wants the rest of the tag division to suffer……He wants the Saints of Sinners to bring Him the tag team titles.
And He will get what he wants……..at all costs
Trust me.
<Moose goes back to working the piece of barbed wire muttering something to himself and we fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:54:44 GMT -5
*Fade back in to the brawliest brawl that ever did brawl, where we find Danny Taylor and El Lobo Sangriento BRAWLING~! with the New Guard. Kai and Aina continue laying the boots to a downed Lobo. Evans joins in. Meanwhile, Danny’s getting in some shots on Fulton while Sparxx and Fulton are momentarily down. That doesn’t last long, however, and Sparxx gets in a chop block on Danny that takes him down. Fulton and Folz join Sparxx over Danny’s prone body, and the three of them start laying into Danny with kicks.
*Just as things are starting to look really bad for Lobo and Danny, Lobo manages to claw his way over to a lead pipe that happens to be laying on the ground a few feet away. He blocks some kicks and starts swinging at knees with the pipe, which makes Evans and the Hawaiians back off a bit, allowing Lobo to stagger back to his feet. Aina tries to sneak in from Lobo’s side, but he catches a pipe shot to the upper arm that backs him off again.
*Lobo turns toward Danny with the intention of laying into his attackers with the pipe, but Fulton has picked up a pipe of his own and plasters Lobo in the forehead with it, knocking him out cold with one shot.
SF: Well what do you know? I fucked with you and I knocked you the fuck out.
*Since Danny’s pretty much out of it at this point too, the New Guard strike a group pose of much domination over their fallen opponents as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:55:06 GMT -5
FADE right back up on Fulton.
SF: "Seriously? I've taken Korean sword classes and carry an axe handle around. Did Lobo think I wasn't going to be able to defend myself?"
CE: "They charged us two against six. Mental acumen obviously isn't their strong suit."
SF: "And I apologize for the foul language."
MF: "No problem."
SF: "I've no idea what got into me."
CE: "Probably that burrito you had for lunch."
SF: "But I don't like Mexicans. Or their food."
MF: "I think we wrote that burrito into a promo that wasn't used. Still means you ate it."
SF: "So you're telling me that if someone writes a promo of me doing something I do it, even if that promo isn't used?"
MF: "That's about the gist of it."
SF: "I can't believe I'm working in this shithole."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 21, 2012 17:55:29 GMT -5
~~~ Fade back in where the New Guard continues to display it's supremacy, when suddenly the training area is filled with silver and white gasses. the New Guard begin coughing and stumbling about, desperately covering their eyes, but to no avail. The entire room fills with smoke; and one by one bodies begin dropping to the ground. For a few moments, we see nothing but fog.
As it slowly clears, four men in gas masks are standing over the now-unconscious bodies of the New Guard strewn across the floor. A beep sounds, and one of them takes off his gas mask. Zane Myers gives a thumbs up to the other three, and they remove their masks as well. LD Williams, Stank and Chad Madison survey the scene. ~~~
LDW: That stuff really worked
Stank: I admit, I wasn't convinced.
LDW: Where's you get this stuff?
Chad: Some place around here called "Los Contras Tienda de Excedentes" OOC: "The Contras Surplus Store"... I think
Zane: Well, it's about time that stuff went to a good use. Let's get them out of here
~~~ Zane and LD grab Danny while Chad and Stank pick up Lobo and carry them off as we fade... ~~~
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