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Post by BookerShark on Mar 3, 2012 18:18:48 GMT -5
We cold open on Psykle standing in the training center.
Psykle: A wise man once said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Psykle presses a button on a remote, and the screen behind him comes alive showing his interactions with Ricky Soaring Eagle when he was trying to help him control his rage.
Psykle: I tried, Ricky, but I’m not insane. I attempted to help you overcome your rage, but you didn’t want the help. I won’t try the same thing over and over again and expect different results.
The screen changes and shows the match from End of Days where Psykle pinned Ricky Soaring Eagle to win the Intercontinental Championship.
Psykle: No, instead, I will try something that has given me the results I wanted, and I will fight you, with your rage and all, and let victory come my way. I’ve decided, the only way to help you overcome your rage, is to beat you. Beat you until you realize that your rage is what’s holding you back. I have no doubts that we’ll have a good match, but I do doubt your ability to properly channel your rage. Your defeat at my hands will help you learn how true that is. See you Wednesday, kimosabe. We’ll see what you can accomplish then.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2012 16:37:06 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans*
Evans: You know, this whole week, I’ve been thinking about what happened last week to Ecosystem. Seeing him like that, grabbing the cage and seeming to enjoy the pain that he was in. God, can’t believe I’m saying this, but Fire...thanks. Thanks for doing our job for us and taking out our #1 target in Ecosystem. He was the reason why we started our movement, his corrupt run as Commissioner started it all. And now that he’s gone, well, that should mean that the movement should be over, correct? Well, to tell the truth...
*Evans smiles*
That doesn’t change a god damn thing. You may have taken out the head of the Old Guard, Fire, but the body still lingers and continues to live. Speaking of lingering, I saw that pleasure that you felt in removing a threat such as Eco. Felt good, right? I knew you still had that dark edge to ya.
But back to the point at hand: part of that body consists of two major parts of OOWF history: LD Williams and Drink & Destroy.
But I know what you people out there are saying. “The New Guard is on its last legs.” “The New Guard is running scared.” “The New Guard’s days are numbered.” Well you see, that’s why you people are the way that you are and why we are at the point that we are. And that reason is simply this: you seem to always think that you know whats going on, when in actuality, we have more control than you think we do.
So many people around here want to take us down, but the thing about us is that we stick together and have each others’ backs no matter what. As for everyone else, they’re too busy trying to deal with their own selfish desires to bother dealing with what should truly be the main issue, which is taking us down. I mean sure, Ghosthead may seem to have gotten into JP’s head, but when we went against his brother Stank, did he do anything? Did he? Of course he didn’t.
And as a result of nobody trying to truly stop us, what’s happened? Well, just look at the list thus far: Outback Jack, we beat him down to a bloody pulp and shattered his legs to the point where he may never walk again. Davin Moreland, same thing, except Folz and I beat him down and Pillmanized both of his ankles right in front of his wife and my ex. So even if by some minute chance that our movement is defeated, that damage has already been done. Damage that could have been prevented.
Now, we have our sights set on somebody else. As to what we’ve got in mind for them, well, you’ll just have to check it out this Wednesday and see. And if you don’t like it, tough shit, cause there ain’t a damn thing that you can do about it.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2012 16:37:24 GMT -5
The Scene comes up in Stank's locker room. The big man is alone, and lacing up his boots, preparing for a workout. He hears a noise behind him, and jumps to his feet. Once he sees who it is, his posture softens, but the scowl does not leave his face.
Stank: What do you want?
The camera pans back, and we see Dashing Victor Deniro standing in the room.
DVD: We need to talk.
Stank: I don't think we do.
DVD: Look I don't like you.
Stank: Feelings mutual.
DVD: Fair enough, but what's happening now, it's bigger then us.
Stank does not reply, but he also makes no motion that he wants Vic to leave. Vic takes this opportunity to say his peace.
DVD: Multi person beatdowns, using weapons to gain advantages over your opponents, attacking the non wrestlers to gain a psychological advantage, hurting a wrestler bad enough to end his career. Sound familiar.
Stank: Yeah, I know what the New Guard has been doing.
DVD: I wasn't talking about the New Guard. Those where all things you did to us when we first joined D&D against the Five.
Stank: The New Guard are not the Five.
DVD: I know they aren't. And that's not my point. Lobo, Danny, they are in this all the way, but at the end of the day, Danny's not picking up a weapon, Lobo's not gonna attack Jewel, and I doubt either of them really wants to end either one's career.
Stank: You have a point to make?
DVD: I remember you and Poe and Moose triple teaming us. I remember you and Moose crucifying me with barbwire. I remember you beating Wally and tossing him in Jack's lap. I remember what you did to Spin....
Stank: If you are smart, you will stop right now.
Vic throws up his hands in surrender.
DVD: My point is that no matter how much Danny and Lobo are committed to this cause, there are still lines I don't see them crossing. However unlike the New Guard, I have been paying attention. I know what you are capable of.
Stank: And?
DVD: And whatever you have planned, I will back your play. And if there is anything I can do to help, just say the word.
Stank: Even if it puts you at odd with D&D.
Vic pauses, then nods.
DVD: What they did to Jack...and Davin.....and what they still could do....yeah, I'm in all the way, just say the word.
With that Vic turns and leaves. Stank simply watches him go as the camera
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2012 16:37:41 GMT -5
“Kimosabe? So now you do not want to help me, then you are some sort of bastian of virtue, and then you use an ethnic insult? Listen here you mindless troll…I……. I …. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Ricky goes charging backstage. He stops and tosses a stage hand into a stack of palletes. Heading into catering, he spots Psykle and makes a beeline for him. Psykle sees him coming and stands up in time to absorb the first blow well and return it. They brawls throughout catering, overturning tables and people alike. Ricky wraps a cord around Psykle’s neck and slows down the furious battle, just long enough to have security jump in and pull them apart. Eagle does not stop fighting and it takes more than a dozen guards to pull him out of the room. Suddenly, the door swings open as two of the guards are flying through the door and tumble into tables. Eagle goes storming back in when the Sounds of a taser going off are heard. It hits ricky in the back, but he continues to toss chairs out of his way as he tries to get at Psykle (who is still being restrained himself) A second, third and fourth taser are deployed, and the last one is enough to send Ricky to his knees. Eagle is literally dragged out in restraints as the scene closes.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2012 19:09:52 GMT -5
*Fade in to a familiar scene - the Moreland Family living room. However, there are many differences. First of all, we see Davin Moreland, wearing his "DEA #4" hockey jersey, in a Stephen Hawking Wheelchair. Both legs are casted all the way to his hips, and multiple bandages cover virtually everything else. Most prominently, Davin's jaw is obviously wired shut, and there is another metal apparatus which appears to be some sort of neck halo, which the jaw is bolted to; probably in some attempt to stabilize it.
There are a bank of microphones in front of him, and he and Samantha seem to be arguing about something. Samantha is pleading with him for something, but Davin appears resolute (we think, he's not moving anyway). Finally, Samantha relents and hangs a sign around his neck before leaving the room in tears. He manages to move the chair control, and the chair rolls slowly to the microphones - and we're able to see the sign around his neck. The sign reads:
"Davin Moreland - Fraud of the Week #1-10"*
DM: *using the keypad to type, we get the familiar Hawking computer voice* Hello everyone. My name is Davin Moreland.
*Davin makes a face as his name is mispronounced*
DM: I am the only 4-Time World Heavyweight Champion in OOWF history. I won the Grand Slam faster than anyone else. I was the first to win the 6-Pack Championship. Along with Alexis Darling, I led Run DEA to becoming the first stable to win every major championship that OOWF had to offer. Others have duplicated it since; but only we can say we won it first. I've won the Trios Championships so many times they should re-name the belts after me. I personally saved the OOWF from financial ruin thanks to the incompetent GM the Rick era - to the point where the company has been financially healthy and will continue to be so for decades to come.
DM: I've gone from someone who jobbed to an 8-year old girl in Japan, to the greatest wrestler of all-time in OOWF's History, and probably all of Wrestling history. I have more fans. I sell more merch. I have more endorsements. I've won more big matches. I've sold out more arenas in every corner of the Earth than anyone else could ever say. Hell, along with Shawn Johnson, I helped to create the wrestler's union - giving everyone better medical care, better wages and a safer...
*The reporters stop writing for a second*
DM: Well, in theory a safer working environment.
*They go back to writing*
DM: And even though the OOWF and wrestling in general had never come across someone as different and innovative as myself, I prided myself on still having an old-school wrestling mentality. No involving women and family if they don't involve themselves. No kidnapping. No attacks without a really good reason. No half-assing it in matches for the fans who came to see me. And maybe most importantly, making sure that the younger stars of the business got over; because the business was here before me and will be here long after I'm gone. The current stars are important, but the future is more important.
DM: Of everything else, I think I'm most proud of that. Look at my track record and who I've helped to get over. Ask Firewoman if beating me a couple of times early in her career helped her gain credibility. Ask Alexander Darling if being his first major feud helped his spot on the card. Ask Texpress if riding the roads with me gave them a little push that they wouldn't have had otherwise. Ask Poe if taking the title off me and defending it helped him. When the booking committee came to me asking if I'd be open to Poe taking the title; I think they expected a big negative reaction. Instead, I said "He's the hot name, you have to capitalize on it now." I didn't want him turning into Samoa Joe, of the fatty fatty fat fat Joes.
*some laughter*
DM: Hell, I've helped Eric O'Mac a couple of times, dropping the belt to him once as he was trying to be elevated. And let's not forget the veterans too. Stank and I have had vicious battle after vicious battle. I remember one time I got hit by a train, and went into a Best 2 of 3 cage match with him later that night. I couldn't move, and I lost 2-0 in about 12 seconds combined, but the fans saw Davin Moreland in the ring. For them. And for Stank. LD Williams, we've had our battles too. In fact, he dropped the belt to me, and was so classy about it, I almost, almost, wanted to give it back. And although he'll probably be loathe to be mentioned here, I gave Moose his best feud that he had had since Crete. Moose and I always competed hard, and believe it or not, there is no safer worker in the ring than him...
*murmurs from the reporters as they have a hard time believing this*
DM: But the real kick in the ass...
*slience*
DM: ...are the members of the so-called "New Guard". I mean, I didn't have a ton of interaction with the Hawai'ians - but I was integral in helping to get Selena in as General Manager. No one can question that that's been a help to them. Stan Fulton? I would give him rubs in my promos for absolutely no reason other than I was trying to help the kid. When I had the opportunity to give his World Title run a real push in the right direction, it was my honor to put the kid over. And look what he's done with it now! Matt Folz, again, just mentioning him all the time got him over; and got him into a career-making feud with Alex.
DM: J-P Sparxx? I knew you were special from the moment you stepped into the company. The fact that you patterned yourself after me just made a working relationship inevitable. I fought for you with the board to keep your position on the card early on - when it looked like you were going to be doomed to jobber status. Yeah J-P. I fought for you more times than you ever realized. I could have done so much more for you too - with your talent and my clout. But you decided to go down the path you went down. As a business decision, I can't say in your position I wouldn't have done the same thing. I mean, you didn't have to live the gimmick. You could have still come to me when the cameras were off. Your choice was to not do that. You disrespected me, my wife, and my family in public, instead. I'm truly saddened and sorry that's the path you chose. I thought of you as a brother at one time. Now I know I was only deluding myself.
DM: And finally, Chris Evans. I put him in my damned stable after NOBODY else wanted him. Firewoman ditched him. No other big name would touch him. Stank didn't want him. LD didn't want him. Moose didn't want him. Alex didn't want him. He was like a NASCAR car who fell out of the draft. He was just dropping down the card with no direction. So what I do? I came up with the bet with Alex. I told him to "pick 2" and we'd put all these kids over, right? He wouldn't take Evans. I didn't know what to think. The kid had ring talent, but couldn't do anything on the stick to save his life. I taught the kid everything I knew about the business. How to carry yourself. How to talk. How to be a showman in the ring. How to get yourself over as opposed to counting on others to do it for you. And you know what? He finally put it all together, and look at him now - leading a stable.
DM: But this is the issue with the New Guard. They know they're supposed to do things - but they don't know how to do them. You win all the belts, but it takes 3 promos by Stank, LD and me, and we completely de-value the belts to the point where people think they're made with tinfoil. We also set you all up to build yourselves even bigger.
DM: What did you do? Nothing.
DM: You piss and moan at first that no one respects you. That's because any time you're engaged in a verbal battle with someone, you can't handle it. So instead of going over the top and making these people look foolish...
DM: What did you do? Nothing.
DM: You say you're about in-ring talent, and not about words. Let me let you in on a little secret. This is OOWF. EVERYONE has in-ring talent. There's not a bum in the bunch. Hell, I've seen Stank and Moose do 60-minute Broadways doing nothing but chain wrestling. So when you don't say anything, it comes off as if you don't even take yourselves seriously. But instead of dispelling that idea...
DM: What did you do? Nothing.
DM: Then, you took out Outback Jack. Props for actually doing something. Maybe it was over-the-top; in fact, I know it was, but the facts are: Outback was probably 4 or 5 years past his prime, and was clearly going through the motions. He was the Jim Duggan of OOWF. Rumors were that he was retiring anyway - so I just assumed you all worked out the beatdown with him ahead of time. It was a good way to get yourselves over, and a good way for Outback to exit. But no, instead you actually beat the dude within an inch of his life - with no regard to protocol or to HIS family or HIS fans. No regard for the business. I mean, it appears that if you beat everyone else out of the OOWF, you 6 would just wrestle each other and be perfectly happy. But I guarantee the fans would stop showing up, and you'd be playing junior high school gyms in front of 15 people a night within a year before the company folds.
DM: Then what will you do? Nothing.
DM: So boys, I get the psychology of the beatdown. I do. I get it politically, I get it in a storyline context...I get it. I'm the first big fish you guys take down and put out to pasture. Although there are people who have been around much longer than I have; I'm a good target, right? But you could have come to me and asked me first. We could have set up something epic and spectacular. You could have had me "out" for a while, and then put one of you guys over later on. God knows I could have used the vacation.
*laughter*
DM: But no. Instead you did something sick, brutal and twisted - but did it in such a way that you have made me a monster babyface. I'll get to why that's a bad thing in a minute. So as a result of your unscripted beatdown; something that, regardless of wrestling or not, would have been prosecuted in the United States, you were in a position to accept what you did and not try to explain ol' Davin away as some bad guy who needed to be killed. Because the fans don't buy that; and the workers in the back certainly don't buy that. No one gives a shit about Stan Fulton's charity work. Seriously, nobody - just like they don't care about mine. I can't control what a TV station does; but goddamn Champ, you looked like a total fraudulent fool after those comments. You guys had a chance to really fix a fucked up situation. Pretend I had said or done something wrong to a family or something. Pretend I had tried to break up the New Guard, and you guys needed to make sure that didn't happen. But you didn't do that. You guys kicked my ass and made my family watch...because I said mean things to Matty Folz. Someone could have stepped up and said "That's a shitty reason".
DM: But what did you do? Nothing.
DM: And now, as a result of your carelessness, here we are today. You've taken notice of this sign, I imagine. I feel like I'm a fraud right now, because I never conceived of a time when a pack of workers who I'm supposed to help and trust in the ring, attack me, 6-on-1 mind you, and actually attack me. There were no working punches or kicks. There was no showmanship. This was a straight-up assault, the likes of which common street thugs wouldn't even entertain.
DM: But I didn't see it. And because of that, I'm a fraud. And I'm also a fraud because, as a result of these injuries, I'm going to be forced to announce my retirement, effective immediately.
*murmuring, shouting, reporters asking questions, even a couple of "Nooooo"s*
DM: The doctors say it will take a minimum of 2 years for all of my injuries to completely heal; and that's if I rehab like crazy with no days off. For 2 years. And even then, I'll be 2 years out of the ring. 2 years of rust to shake off. When I came back, I would be a novelty act. A name without any actions behind it. I'd never be a main eventer again. I'd be there for nostalgia reasons. And I wouldn't be able to carry guys or help carry guys along in the ring like I was before. I'd have to be carried. And I'd be out of shape having just come off rehab. 24-36 months they say. By then, I'd be 37, going on 38, without having a competitive match in at least 2 years; without having any gym time with me working on myself instead of rehabbing an injury. No bumps in the first 18 months, and after that, I should wear a helmet.
DM: A helmet.
DM: I'm not wearing a fucking helmet in the ring.
DM: So today, I'm announcing my retirement. As of today, I'm no longer an employee of OOWF. You won't see me in a backstage capacity. You won't see me at house shows or any other shows. I'm not signing autographs. I'm not holding press conferences. Once this last round of commercial endorsements run out, you won't see me there either. I'm going to concentrate on getting better, and spending more time with my wife and daughter.
DM: To the fans, you have made me everything I was in the business; and I owe you all a debt of gratitude that I can never pay back. To every worker I was in the ring with; from Underdawg and Chris Cole all the way until today - I thank you so much for keeping me safe, helping me shine, and making me a better wrestler. My success is just as much your doing as it is mine. To all the behind-the-scenes workers, you've made all our lives easier; but especially mine. Compensating for the large entourage I traveled with wasn't easy, but you did it, and without complaint, ever. To my friends and family; I don't know what my future plans will bring, but I'll have plenty of time to worry about it coming up. Your love and support means the world to me. I also will make a solemn promise right now to everyone.
DM: When I say I'm retired, I mean I'm retired. I'm not coming back. You won't EVER see me in another company for any reason. Loyalty has always been important to me, so I should demand the same of myself. The only company I'll ever work for is OOWF. And today, I'm retiring from that.
DM: And finally, to the members of the New Guard, well done. I hope you accomplished what you think you set out to accomplish, although I'm pretty sure you didn't, and I'm rarely wrong about these things. So I'll leave you all with one more piece of advice, and I really hope you follow it.
DM: *looks up from the keyboard, and talks through his wired jaw* Cock a dool doo mo huckah.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2012 22:35:26 GMT -5
It's late night in the Destroyatorium, the bar is quiet and dark, the only movement is the pitter patter of Shotglasses feet as he patrols the bar. He stops and his ears perk up. He turns towards the back, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor enter the room. He holds one third of the trios championships in his hands. Danny walks over to behind the bar and gently places the Title Belt up on the mantle. He steps back and stares at it as Shotglass hops up onto the bar top. Danny starts absentmindedly petting the small doggy.
As he stands there in silence, his eyes drift from the belt, to a series of pictures that line the nearby wall. The first shows Danny and Vic looking unsure of themselves standing next to Wally B. King, OBJ and Spin Hansen. The next picture shows an emotional Danny and Vic posing with OBJ and DH Magnusson after winning the trios titles. The third shows Danny and Vic clowning around with OBJ and Lobo from more recent times. A slight sigh escapes Danny's lips. Suddenly a voice is heard from off camera.
Voice: You can't keep blaming yourself.
Danny turns and finds himself face to face with Spencer Darling.
Spencer: You and I both know that Jack does not blame you.
Danny nods, then he places a hand over his heart, and frowns.
Spencer: I know it does not make it easier, but it's true.
Danny points to himself, then holds up one finger, then points to a picture of Jack and shakes his head no, then mouths the word Davin and again shakes his head no.
Spencer: Survivor guilt? You where the first they attacked, but you came back, and Jack and Davin were not so lucky?
Danny shrugs. He then mouths Davin again, and makes the motion of shooting a gun. Then he points to himself and his shoulders slump.
Spencer: Yeah, Davin did come to our aid when he didn't have to, but it's not exactly like you just left him out to dry either. I know Davin, and he won't be blaming anyone here for what happened to him other than the New Guard. If you want to do something for Davin and for Jack, you go out there this week with Lobo and LD, and you kick the crap out of the new guard.
Danny raises an eyebrow.
Spencer: The time for taking the high road is gone. I've seen too many of my friends vanish over the last couple of years, and I don't want to see anymore. LD is one of the toughest guys in this company, and I know you and Lobo are no slouches either. Prove it. The time for self pity is over. It's time to make a stand.
A small smile forms at the corner of Danny's mouth, and he leans in and wraps Spencer up in a giant bear hug. He releases it and slowly nods his head.
Spencer: You are welcome, now come on, it's late, lets get some sleep.
Danny nods, and the two heads off. The camera stay panned on Shotglass, as he walks over to the picture showing Jack, Lobo, Danny and Vic, he whimpers slightly then curls up in front of it closing his eyes to sleep as the camera
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 5, 2012 21:19:00 GMT -5
*Destroyatorium*
It's early morning and the bar and the rest of the arena is pretty quiet. The doors to D&D's bar slowly open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway. He takes a deep breath as he sees Spencer and Ashley getting the bar ready for the day. They hear the chime over the door and look up while both reach under the bar for a weapon. They pull their hands out empty-handed when they see who it is. A few moments pass and Danny Taylor steps out from the back as he must have heard the chime as well. He makes his way towards the door as Alex pulls the hood off and the two men stare at one another for a few seconds.
Alexander: I should have come by sooner to...
Danny shakes his head no. He then points to himself and shakes his head no. He follows up by pointing to the girls behind the bar who are watching the scene unfold before nodding his head yes.
Alexander: I know I need to talk to them, but I just can't seem to find the words.
Danny tilts his head like Alex is talking to the wrong person about finding the words. But he just laughs a little before grabbing Alexander's hand and bringing it to Alex's head and shaking his head before bringing it to Alex's heart and nodding it.
Alexander: Speak from the heart and don't overthink it, right?
Danny nods and subtly shoves Alex from behind so he starts making his way towards the bar. He gets to the front of the bar and Spencer looks up first as Ashley joins her side. Nothing is said for quite a while as it looks like both are waiting for the other to start.
Alexander: I'm not good at this.
Spencer: No you aren't.
Alexander: Not going to make it any easier are you?
Ashley: Should she?
Alexander: I suppose not. I know I need to say I'm sorry. I get that. I really do.
Spencer: Before you even get to that, what good is an apology going to do if nothing is going to change.
Alexander: Things are changing.
Spencer: Have you looked in a mirror?
Alexander: What...I like the look.
Ashley: You like the look or someone else does?
Alexander: Besides the point. Look, Moose & Eco are done and he's moved on and I'm doing the same.
Spencer: It's not just Moose, Alex. It's the whole personality you take on when you think you've been wronged. I'm surprised you haven't started working up plans to kidnap Noelani or something.
Alexander: I can't make promises I'm not sure I can keep Spencer. I never want to lie to you. But this is different. What they did to Davin...it was wrong, and yea Davin's family and there should be payback. But I can't keep going down that path. It changes who you are as a person and sometimes I feel like I'm just getting to like who I am as a person and everytime I travel down that path, I like myself less.
Spencer: But you just said you can't promise...
Alexander: I can't. Because I can't predict the future. I know the person I want to be and I know that it's going to be hard. But I also don't know what's going to happen.
Ashley: Not to sound like a bitch, but what do you know?
Alexander: I know I put Alexis in a position where she got hurt. I'm sorry I alienated my other 2 sisters here. I'm sorry that I almost seriously hurt someone who looks out for you 2, probably even better than I do. I'm sorry for a lot of things.
Spencer: There it is.
Alexander: There what is?
Spencer: All you needed to say.
Alexander: Huh?
Spencer and Ashley both walk out from behind the bar and give Alex a hug.
Ashley: Next time don't be so stupid.
Alexander: What do you mean?
Spencer: Don't think you have to fight the world yourself. And don't let Lexie feed into it. Talk to us. Talk to Fire. Just talk before you take another path into darkness. And that goes double for what's about to happen with you and the Hawaiians.
Alexander: Nothing's going to...
Spencer: They ended Davin's career. Blood to Fire and as much as you and he didn't see eye-to-eye he is family. He was wearing the jersey to show that you consider him as such.
Alexander: I know, I know. And I will do my best to not let this become another war with Fire and myself. Deep down, I don't think Kai and Aina meant to...
Ashley: Meant to or not, they did and the rest of them have no issue with who they target...
Alexander: *nods* You're right...but we'll keep it in the ring. As much as we can.
Spencer: And if they don't...
Alexander: Their running buddies might not keep it to the ring and I guess I'll cross that bridge when we get to it, but I know for a fact that Kai and Aina won't go after non-combatants. We were trained better than that. And Fire and I can take care of ourselves.
Spencer: Just be careful.
Alexander: Will do Spence. I better get back to the locker room for morning yoga.
Ashley: Is that what you're calling it?
Alexander: I wish. It's real yoga and Fire's way more advanced than I am but that doesn't seem to bother her as I try to bend in all sorts of impossible positions.
Spencer: Right brother dear.
Alexander: Thanks Spence. Ash. See you guys later.
Alex kisses both on the forehead as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2012 11:42:52 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium well after Alex has left, where we find El Lobo Sangriento and Dashing Victor Dinero TALKING~! about Vic’s recent conversation with Stank, where he said he was all in for any sort of revenge Stank had planned against the New Guard, even if it meant alienating himself from Lobo and Danny. Remember that one? It was really good…
ELS: Vic, we talked about this. We all agreed that keeping it in the ring and taking the New Guard’s titles was the best way to get back at them.
DVD: That’s great for you and Danny, but what about me? I can’t get my revenge in the ring, and I’m not going to live vicariously through you two. They need to pay for what they’ve done to us and to the OOWF as a whole. I can’t just sit here and cheer you guys on. I need to take action.
ELS: Dammit. I never looked at it that way. You’re going to get yourself killed, you know that? And then Danny and I won’t have a choice but to take the fight to them wherever we find them. That’s not how I want to operate.
DVD: I’m not asking you to go against what you believe. I’m asking you to respect my position and let me do what I need to do.
ELS: What you think you need to do.
DVD: Whatever. Look, someone has to do something immediately. We can’t necessarily rely on Selena to give you and Danny the matches you need to take revenge your way, and our allies are dropping like flies. If we don’t do something soon, there won’t be anyone left to fight them.
ELS: I get it. I really do. I just wish you saw things differently. I really don’t want to see you get hurt again.
DVD: Then don’t watch.
*Vic gets up and walks away as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2012 13:16:05 GMT -5
"Dashing" Victor DiNero knocks and enters GM Selena's office.
DVD: You wanted to see me?
Selena turns around in her chair eating a Twizzler
GMSa-T: Ah, yes I did Vic. Have a seat.
DVD: I'd rather stand. I'm sure this isn't going to be good for me or Drink & Destroy.
Selena glares at DVD for a moment before hitting play on her monitor.
After it's over, she hits stop.
GMSa-T: Dude. Seriously.
DVD: You show the New Guard favoritism...
Selena screams.
GMSa-T: Omigosh, I'm so SICK of this favoritism bull crap! I don't care what any of them think, or what you think! I only care about what the fans think and the ratings that come from it. If you want something and I agree that it'll draw ratings, dude, you got it. All ya gotta do is ask.
DVD: It's that simple? No tricks?
GMSa-T: Yup. That simple. I'm not a dude, I don't think like you guys. Don't wait for me to make matches where you can get revenge and junk. Tell me what you want and if I like it, you got it. But be creative. I get bored easily.
DVD: I'll keep that in mind.
GMSa-T: Good. Oh, and Vic? Next time bring Shotglass with you. He's such a cute li'l doggie.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2012 22:03:53 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are training. Well, not training so much as arguing. Fire is very frustrated, while Alexander is faily calm.
FW: Because you're supposed to land with your RIGHT.
AD: I did.
FW: No you didn't you landed with your left.
AD: I don't see why it matters anyway.
FW: It matters because.....*Fire grabs local talent to demonstrate*...if you get the person in a headlock....*which she does*....and then reach under their chest to do the flip with your right leg forward....*which she does*....you end up ramming your knee into their tail bone...*which she does...the local talent rolls away in agony*....which is great but it basically incapacitates them for the rest of the match...*the talent groans in agreement*....which ruins everything else. *Kayfabe shakes her head*
AD: This is why we have trouble finding training partners you know.
FW: Plus, if you don't compensate for it like I did, you can hurt your knee. Now if you put your right leg forward....
Fire grabs another local indie worker, does the same move, this time with right leg forward, and flips him onto his knee higher up on the back. He rolls off and walks away, bruised but okay.
FW: See?
AD: Fine. Can we do our team thing? Qorra is here.
FW: I don't like her.
AD: You didn't like Lexie at first either. C'mon, you don't have to like her.
FW: Fine.
Alex walks over to where Qorra is standing, Fire walking sulkily after him. The OOWF Promo Banner appears out of nowhere.
Q: You two have been training hard for your match.
AD: We have. We want to leave a serious mark on this tag team division. We haven't been a team as long as some of these folks, but we've worked and trained together for years.
Q: You do seem to have gelled as an official team in a fairly short period of time.
AD: Fire, do you want to add anything?
FW: Nah, I'm good.
Alex shoots her a look, as she smiles, and then goes back to talking to Qorras.
AD: Whatever. Our opponents this week are nothing to take lightly. Honcho is a tough as they come, and you should never be fooled by Attitude Adjuster's goofing off. He can be just as tough, especially since he hides it behind appearing like...well, a chicken shit.
Q: You are also meeting the Flyin' Hawaiians, who you both also have trained with and who recently--
Firewoman goes from being disinterested to enraged in one-tenth of a second at the mention of the name. She grabs the microphone out of Qorra's hand.
FW: Oh, I got comments for them. *She looks directly in the camera* Flyin' Hawaiians. You who call me Ohana. Well, you took out one of MY true blood Ohana. Ended his career. Scared his wife and his little girl. That doesn't sound like the behavior of Ohana to me. I don't know what the word for it in your ancestral language it is, but I know it in mine. Nithling. Outlaw. In ancient times to be named nithling meant that you weren't to be given hospitality anywhere. You were not welcome anywhere. You had no home, no family, no kin. You could be killed on sight, and no one would come to your aid. In fact, the person doing it would get quite the reward.
Now, you've found the company of other nithlings, at least one of which seems to take me seriously still. So I suggest you do the same, and pray to whatever island gods you pray to, that Alex tags himself in with you instead of me. Because I don't really know if I'll be able control what I do once I'm legally allowed to get my hands on you.
Firewoman drops the microphone and storms away. Alex nods at the camera, and at Qorra, and follows as we FAAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2012 22:07:19 GMT -5
Riki Muyo walks up to the hospital bed of a heavily bandaged patient.
Riki: You look like a mummy.
Eco: (groaning) ...thanks mom...
Riki: I still can't believe what you tried--
Eco: I don't want--
Riki: Shh, shh. (Riki takes Eco's bandaged hand.) Watashi ni hanasanaide kudasai. We don't need to talk now. I'm here with you. I'll be here as long as you are.
Eco: Mai...Mai...
Riki: Your what?
Eco: No...Mai.
Riki: Oh...she...she just couldn't be here right now...
Eco: Mom...I know she...she doesn't want to be here now. That's....that's okay. (Eco is struggling to get the words out) I wanted...say...Mai knows...knows what she...wants to do. And...it will be good.
Riki: (smiling) She does love you. In her way.
Eco: I know.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2012 22:09:01 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams walks into the Destroyitarium and takes a seat at the bar next to Danny. The exchange a nod and then sit in silence for a few minutes before Williams speaks.**
LDW: “In my experience, when someone says ‘I know how you feel’, it means they don’t have a clue. But, for the sake of moving the conversation forward, let’s assume I might.”
**Danny nods.**
LDW: “On the one hand, you have the rules you’ve set for yourself. Don’t know why and it’s none of my business, but you’ve drawn lines that you aren’t willing to cross.”
**Another nod.**
LDW: “On the other hand, there’s this little voice in your head - maybe yours, or Vic’s or even Spencer’s - that says ‘They got Jack. They got Davin. You need to stop them, even if you have to cross those lines'.”
**Danny says nothing, but stares intently at Williams.**
LDW: “Word of advice from a man who’s drawn a very different set of lines - and whose career might depend on you tomorrow night. If the New Guard has us up against it - if you have to break your rules to keep them from maiming me…
…Don’t”
**Danny’s eyebrows shoot up and he looks at Williams in surprise.**
LDW: “You’ve done something that not even ‘Crete could. In the time you’ve been here you’ve never broken your rules, never betrayed who you are. If the New Guard force you to do that, they’ve won. You need to stay true to yourself and beat them your way, by your rules.”
**Danny makes a complicated gesture that Williams appears to grasp.**
LDW: “I know, and I don’t plan to let them. They’re definitely not going to catch me by surprise, but if they get the best of me, they do. Regardless, I don’t want you dragged down.”
**Another complicated gesture, and this time Williams laughs out loud.**
LDW: “To drag me down they’d have to sink to depths even Moose would have trouble imagining. As for tomorrow night…like I said, I’ve drawn my lines in very different places than you.”
**Danny pantomimes a mask and a howl.**
LDW: “Lobo falls somewhere between us on the scale. I mean, he’s Canadian, but ‘Bloody’ is right there in the name.”
ELS: “And beer is right there on the table. Let’s have several while you tell me what you’re talking about and I tell you about the deal I got us on matching ring gear.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 7, 2012 10:58:36 GMT -5
*Stank is sitting in his locker room. His head is bandaged from the beating he took from Matt Folz earlier in the week. Stank is staring at the wall with his jaw clenched and no other indication of emotion. SFJ#4 walks in for an interview.*
SFJ#4 - Sorry to disturb you Stank, but with recent happenings, the assault on you by Matt Folz, and the retirement of Davin Moreland, we were hoping to get your comments.
*Stank does not acknowledge SFJ#4 for several heartbeats. He finally slowly turns his head toward the camera.*
Stank - It should have been me... It should have been me that retired Davin Moreland from the OOWF. I'm certain Davin would have preferred it that way, a huge blowout match between arguably the two greatest competitors the OOWF will ever produce... but THIS is professional wrestling. No. THIS is the OOWF, a whole different animal, where none of us get what we want, the way we want... not always.
It takes a special breed of man, or woman, to compete in the OOWF. The work schedule is shitty. It takes its toll on a person. Cameras always in your face, week to week travel all over the globe, to say nothing of the matches themselves, the OOWF is in a word... grueling.
This is a violent place and that violence does not only affect one's body, but one's state of mind. Some come here and find they can't hack it, then leave. Others...? adapt. They adjust. They compensate by any means at their disposal.
To consider myself one of the elite here in the OOWF makes me proud. If you can survive here, you can survive anywhere. Yes... I'm proud to be amongst the elite in the OOWF... but...
It wears on you.
*Stank falls silent letting his words hang in the air between him and SFJ#4 with her camera crew. A few moments later he speaks.*
Stank - A few days ago... I stood in the middle of an OOWF ring in front of thousands of OOWF fans, and millions more watching at home, to address Stan Fulton and correct him on a few comments he made regarding me and my associates. Then that scumbag Matt Folz snuck up behind me and proceeded to beat me down with a chair, following that up with brass knuckles to my dome. Now my ego is not so large that I wont admit that shit hurt... but what hurt more is that my brother merely stood there and watched. Listen, I don't know what was going through "Ghosthead's" mind in those moments, but through my mind all I could think of was...
I'm tired of this.
I'm tired of the bullshit.
Here I am, eight time tag-team champion, an Onslaught champion, two time Intercontinental champion with the longest individual reign, two time World Heavyweight Champion with the longest individual reign, Trios Champion, I could go on and on... the only two time Invitational winner, the only three time wrestler of the year... here. I. am. getting beatdown by one guy, whom I would applaud if I thought he gave a shit... and drawing complete apathy from my own gotdamn brother.
*Once again Stank allows his words to resonate in silence. He looks over to the side as if deciding what to say next, then he turns back toward the camera.*
Stank - I get off on violence. That may make me a sick individual, but there it is. I'm built for it. The ability to impose my will on an opponent to the point where they lose the match... brings me joy. The OOWF World Heavyweight Champion likes to say "enjoy the pain"... well I do... I do enjoy the pain... that is most of the time.
You see... the New Guard's offense... is that they have stolen my joy. You know how...?
They don't give a shit. They don't give a shit about themselves. They DAMN sure don't give a shit about anyone outside of their little group. No. The ONLY thing they give a shit about is being on top and just... sitting there... doing nothing... until the apathy they feel spreads, lulling everyone to sleep... then BAM! they attack, they celebrate, then fall off the face of the Earth once again, no more blips on the radar... nothing... they simply disappear... that is until we fall asleep... no one paying attention.
This is not the way The Five conducted business. Now... I hate to bring up The Five in this context, but if you would indulge me... The Five were born out of similar circimstances. The OOWF needed to be shaken up and The Five were just the ones to do it. The Five moved and the company responded. Alliances were formed, battles were lost, and won. Everyone in the company HAD to step up their game, or The Five would EAT them alive... and we did. We dominated like no other, but even WE knew... deep down we KNEW... it couldn't last... otherwise there would be no OOWF. So we agreed to disband... given the dislike between Poe, and Firewoman alone, it was a miracle we survived a year.
Now I'm not calling for the New Guard to disband. No. I would never do that. I'm not even calling for a stop to your viscious assaults because it would be hypocritical for me to do so given my past. No. What I'm calling for... begging you motherfuckers to do... is to give a shit...
Because I know inevitably... you will be coming for me... you'll be coming to end my career. And if you motherfuckers think for one DAMN second I'm going to sit by, laid up in the hospital, or lying in bed at home, perhaps rolling around in my wheelchair, sipping a gin and tonic, after the SHIT you just pulled on my ass, watching you monkeys on OOWFtv from home, watching you SIT on your thumbs in silence, as if ending MY career means about as much as a fucking bowl of, off-brand, corn flakes... THE CRIME of THAT... the very fucking THOUGHT makes me want to...
*Stank voice trails off as he composes himself.*
Stank - Davin Moreland and Outback Jack deserved better than to have their careers ended by you fuckwits... and that's coming from a man who for the better part of his career never saw eye to eye with Moreland and for the last few years was at odds with Outback Jack... those men deserved better. Just like Spin Hansen deserved better than to have his career ended by Moose and me.
The difference here is... I gave a shit about Spin. Kayfabe needs to sit her ass down right now because this is real talk... Lucas Mann gave a shit about Spin Hansen. When Moose and I broke Spin's arm I thought at least... he would eventually pull through... he'd come back... and bring the fight back to us... when that didn't happen I didn't just sit by and act like it meant nothing... it meant a great deal to me. It turns out Spin had deeper problems than I had known. Problems I... hindsight is twenty twenty... There was nothing I or anyone could have done for Spin to keep him on this side of existence. He told me months after his last match in the OOWF that he didn't blame... I didn't react well to Spin's death and I don't wanna go too far into it, but the point is this... Once Spin was out of the OOWF physically, his legacy carried on in the ACTIONS amongst Drink & Destroy, Moose, and myself.
Everyone involved gave a shit. What Moose and I did drove the feud we had with D&D at the time, forward. It drove up buyrates, it was good for the company. Privately it was SHITTY for Spin and I am deeply sorry for that, but it would have been a disservice to Spin's career, his legacy, if Moose, and I did not capitalize on what we did to him, or if D&D had simply let the matter drop.
I tried to destroy D&D and they for better, or worse, came out stronger as a result. Not what I wanted at the time, but it was good for business because we cared about why we were fighting. Right or wrong. The fans knew who they wanted to root for and showed up in droves.
You guys end careers just for the hell of it... and can barely muster up the passion to cut a half decent promo about it. What's worse we have a knock out drag out brawl with the New Guard and the ONLY parts of that battle caught on camera is the fucking aftermath. We just can't win.
SFJ#4 - I don't understand where you're going with this, Stank.
Stank - You know what, Yessie, I don't either. What the hell is going on, huh? You know what, here's what I do know. Tomorrow I got a match with my brother, and Matt motherfucking Folz... two ghosts... one head. What I'm I to do? Deal, Dominate, Destroy, like only I can. Let others sort out the rest. I'm done talking... and I'm done waiting... and I know I'm not the only one. New Guard expect... not payback, not revenge... just wrath, pure unadulterated, wrath. You will see a measure of it in my match tomorrow... if not sooner than that.
Don't believe me? Nope. I don't think you do.
Watch me.
*Stank rises from his seat with death in eyes. He exits his locker room, as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 7, 2012 14:35:54 GMT -5
<Before Stank can exit, Moose walks in. the INC's keep the cameras rolling>
MHJ: They're in your head
Sta: What?
MHJ: The New Guard are completely in your head. They have you looking over your shoulder
Sta: You SAW what they did to Davin and Jack
MHJ: Yeah, so?
Sta: SO? What the FUCK Jack?
MHJ: You said it yourself, it is nothing we didn't try to do to both of them. So is that it? Are you jealous that they got it done and you didn't? Are you mad because they finished what you started?
Sta: I can not believe YOU of all people are going to stand here and lecture me on wanting revenge
MHJ: There is nothing wrong with wanting revenge. I watched that stupid bitch Lisa Darling stand there and watch my partner nearly burn to death. Do I want revenge? Of course I do. But on my terms. One day, she will suffer for being such a selfish bitch.......but I know, no amount of her suffering is going to pull Eco out of those flames. Stank, no amount of beating on the New Guard is going to bring Davin or Jack back. They have you right where they want you, you have played right into their hands.
Sta: The fuck are you talking about?
MHJ: You want revenge. You are so blinded by revenge that you will never see the attack coming. You KNOW it's coming, but you won't see it. Let me ask you this.......what's in it for you? If you beat Folz, then what? Then you get attacked again. Then you get another pair of brass knuckles upside the head. Maybe this time, you go home. You go home like Davin and Jack did. You have no real allies in this war. LD wants to destroy, but you know how he is. Danny insists on fighting a war with a feather pillow. All Texpress wants is to get their tag titles back. Al Lobo wants is to beat Fulton for the world title. All Alex and that dumb bitch Lisa want are to win the tag titles.
They don't give a shit about ending the New Guard. They give a shit about padding their resume. Sure, they will talk......they will say that if the New Guard loses the titles, they will go away. Losing titles doesn't kill a group......you know what does? Apathy. Every group has in-fighting. Poe and Fire couldn't stand being in the same room as one another, yet they fought together because the rest of the OOWF wanted us dead. THAT made us stronger. Run DEA was a very talented group, their in-fighting destroyed them, why? Because they had no organized enemy to fight them. No one stepped up. DEA could do essentially what they wanted, and no one stopped them. When that happens, their days are numbered.
THAT is what is keeping the New Guard together, your hate. Danny's hate. LD's hate. That is what is feeding the monster. And you are right there front and center.
Sta: What the fuck am I supposed to do Moose.......you have SEEN what they have done!
MHJ: And they expect retaliation. They NEED retaliation. And you are getting ready to go to war. Instead of that.......<Moose pats the DDT title on his chest> take a shot at this. Let's see what you got
Sta: <smirking for the first time> You challenging me?
MHJ: You think you can take this from me?
Sta: Son......I KNOW I can take that from you
MHJ: One way to find out. New Guard ain't gonn attack the two of us in the ring, they aren't that stupid. Fuck them, forget about them for awhile. I'll say the same to LD......all three of us have our legacies poured in cement and set among the greatest wrestling has ever seen. The New Guard needs us, we don't need them. I am issuing you both a challenge. Come into the ring, and throw down. No bullshit attacks, no vendettas, no agendas........just do what the three of us do better than anyone else in this fed.........beat the holy fuck out of people.
Think about it
<Moose turns and walks away leaving Stank with something to think about>
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