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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:50:46 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Possum Trot, Mississippi
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Psykle vs. Matt Folz
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match - Onslaught Rules, Steel Cage, No Time Limit[/u] JP Sparxx vs. Crowing
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] Texpress & Danny Taylor vs. The Flyin Hawaiians & Chris Evans
Non-Title Match - Pick Your Poison - Opponent Chosen by LD Williams[/u] Stan Fulton vs. Stank
Pick Your Poison Match - Opponent Chosen by Stan Fulton, No DQ For Moose[/u] LD Williams vs. Moosehead Jack
Phoenix Rising vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams Mai Muyo vs. Comrade Sharkoff Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Ghosthead vs. El Lobo Sangriento
card subject to........what could possibly go wrong in a place called Possum Trot?
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:51:32 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and an Eerie silence fills the room. Ashley, Spencer, Vic, Danny and Lobo all sit watching the end of Mai's joining of the new guard. Lobo is looking around slightly confused at the varying looks of shock and disgust on the faces of his allies.
Lobo: Okay, I'm missing something, obviously I don't agree with her choice, but what has Mai done to warrant this reaction from you all?
Ashley: She called what they did to Jack appropriate so he doesn't become a Spin Hansen. That dumb cunt doesn't have a clue what she is talking about.
Lobo: Yeah, what they did to Jack was horrible, and her saying it was necessary has me pissed too.
At this point, Vic gets up and puts a hand on Lobo's shoulder.
DVD: You weren't here for Spin Lobo, his injury is really what pulled D&D together at the beginning, and his death, it was really rough for all of us.
Ashley and Spence kind of hug each other, and Danny just solemnly nods his head.
DVD: What they did to Jack, was not trying to prevent another tragedy like that, but to cause one. They have done some heinous stuff, but to say that, that's the lowest of the low.
Lobo nods seeming to understand.
Lobo: So what do we do?
DVD: We keep taking the fight to them same as we always have, Mai is now just another opponent for us to go against. She gets treated no different from any other member of the new guard. We all in agreement? Girls?
The two nod quietly.
DVD: Lobo?
El Lobo nods his head as well.
DVD: Danny?
Danny seems to hesitate for a moment, then nods as well.
DVD: Mai wanted to say she agrees with what the New Guard are doing because of all the "drama" and "overviolence" that happens, that's bullshit, plane and simple. When the New Guard made their big statement, it was against this man (Vic points to Danny). They put him in a hospital for a month. He wasn't old guard, he may be one of the least violent men on the roster, and most importantly, they did it after he used the IO in the least "drama" filled way possible by manning up and challenging Fulton fair and square. Don't ever forget that. They aren't "cleaning up this shithole", they are just doing more of the same. It. Stops. Now.
All of D&D nod in silent agreement.
DVD: Good. Ashley, Spencer, make sure we have all the travel arrangements set up for the next show. Danny, you have a trios match to prepare for, go find the Texans and talk strategy. Lobo, I understand if you want to match prep or hit the gym, but try to stay close to the girls just to be safe. I'm not comfortable after Evans stunt last week.
Lobo: What about you?
DVD: I have to see a lady about a thing, I'll be back soon.
With that Vic heads out the door as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:52:03 GMT -5
Darling Luxury Suites...Fire is unhappy. Lucky and Alex are trying to contain the damage.
FW: Who the fuck ever heard of a 20 minute time limit in a tag team match?
AD: Well....me.
L: Me.
FW: Shut up both of you.
L: I'll go take care of the last minute shopping.
Lucky leaves, and Alexander notices Fire looking...sad?
AD: What's up?
FW: Lucky's going to some botanicas for me so I don't have to order them.
AD: No...Why are you sad?
FW: I...I don't want to leave here yet. I love it here.
AD: The arena?
FW: No. Louisiana. Here. The bayou, and .... it's just so peaceful.
AD: It's creepy.
FW: To you. Look, can't we just stay here and then fly to the arena on Tuesday?
AD: No? Selena would never go for that.
FW: Okay.....
Fire goes off to get her stuff together, but she's clearly not happy. Alexander thinks a minute, and then Lucky comes back in.
L: Forgot my wallet.
AD: Lucky! I need you to do something for me....
Alexander walks out of the room talking with Lucky.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:52:39 GMT -5
Mai watches Drink and Destroy’s promo from a New Guard celebratory Taco Bell run.Evans: (pats Mai on back) What’s up? You seem a little on edge? Mai: Oh, I’m just watching the promos…Dinero called me the ‘lowest of the low” for my comments…they seem really hurt. Evans: Well, you weren’t exactly holding back out there. Mai: But now it’s escalating…becoming emotional…exactly what I don’t want. Evans: Well, all the better for being on a team of professionals. Mai: No, but…I don’t want this to escalate. I need to tell them I meant no offense, no hurt. Evans: (grabbing Mai’s shoulder) Look Mai..I don’t want you wavering here… Mai: Don’t worry, Chris. I stand by my word, and I stand by the New Guard. Heck, I even made some merchandise for us! Check it out. Mai pulls out a deodorant bottle.Evans: Um…Mai…you just put a sticker of your face on a Right Guard Sport. Mai: Duhhh. Of course it’s just stickers, it’s a prototype model! I’m meeting with the marketing guys later though. The OOWF is really weak in the women’s deodorant market at the moment. Evans: …Who would have guessed. Do you remember what happened when your brother did this? Mai: What? Evans: Never mind…look, even if you feel you should apologize for bringing Spin up, you still believe in your basic point, right? Mai: Right. Evans: And you really want to go explain that fine distinction to an angry barroom? “Of course I shouldn’t have brought up your dead friend’s name, but I totally still meant my comments to be about him!” Mai: ….You’re right. I just…I don’t want anything to get too personal. Evans: That’s their choice to take it that way. If anything escalates, we’ll make sure to put it down before it starts. That’s what we’re here for. Mai looks at Evans. She closes her eyes for a moment, opens them again and smiles. Then hugs Evans.Evans: Eep! Mai: THANKS FRIEND! (Mai releases Evans) Also, I got you a present. Mai hands Evans a package of Pocky….except…Evans: Pocky. With your face on it. Mai: Uh huh! Evans: And I think you stole the font lettering from the UK Newspaper The Guardian. Mai pauses.Mai: Down with copyright! Stop SOPA! Free your mind! Mai does a backwards cartwheel and plops on the booth near where Stan Fulton is eating.Evans: (under his breath) Of course this was a good idea. This is totally what we wanted to happen. Of course this was a good idea… FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:53:28 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Board Lag, Inc. Arena in Promised Land, Louisiana, where we find El Lobo Sangriento in the Destroyatorium, APPROACHING ~! LD Williams from behind with a beer bottle in his hand. He raises his arm, places his empty hand on Williams’ shoulder, spins him around, and…hands him the beer.
ELS: That was an awesome match. Congrats on the win.
LDW: Sorry it had to be you I pinned. No hard feelings?
ELS: Not even a little. I’d have pinned you if I’d had the chance. The most important thing is that Fulton didn’t win. Ghosthead taking a loss is a bonus.
LDW: So what’s next for you, Lobo?
ELS: Apart from staying put, as instructed, I get to open Mayhem next week against Ricky Soaring Eagle and Ghosthead. That’s gonna hurt. The only person in the company who’s more vicious than those two is…your opponent next week.
LDW: Yeah, Fulton picked a good one for me. Should be a brutal match. It always is with Moosehead Jack.
ELS: Assuming you win, that’s one step closer to a shot at Fulton’s belt, eh?
LDW: I’d think so, yeah.
ELS: You know I want that belt too, right?
LDW: Sure do.
ELS: Just making sure. We’re likely going to have to face each other at some point, whether it’s before or after one of us takes the belt from the Crusher. In fact, I’ve got an idea for a match that would tear the house down. Selena wants interesting ideas? I think I’ve got just what she’s looking for.
LDW: Well that’s cryptic.
ELS: Yeah, sorry. Just want to keep it close to the vest until I run it past her. Anyway, another round?
LDW: On me this time.
ELS: Deal.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:54:30 GMT -5
Cut to a nondescript room, lit by a single light bulb. Crowing is sitting on a stool, taping up his hands, MMA style. He looks up...
Crowing: I should feel be seething with anger. First, I get attacked by Sparxx and it costs me yet another match and second, someone who I thought was an ally sells out and joins up with the dominant heel stable for some numb-headed morally superior reason.
However, I find myself strangely calm.
This week, I have the match I asked for. Facing Sparxx, for the Onslaught title, in a cage. Two men enter, one man leaves with the gold. It is for opportunities like that which I came back to the OOWF.
I won't pretend that Mai's decision to join the New Guard hasn't affected me, but it's not betrayal I feel, it's... clarity.
Mai, you seem to think that the emotion which courses through the OOWF is a disease, but I've always considered the emotion - no matter how negative - and the violence which comes from it to be the currency that this company, this business thrives on.
You cannot have the great underdog story without the threat of a career ending beatdown. You cannot be a respected veteran if longevity in the sport is something which comes easily. These are the risks that every one of us recognises and finds acceptable every time we go to lace up our boots.
For the chance of glory, for the acclaim of the crowd and our peers, for the sense of personal acheivement, we tread the line of insanity, the risk of permanent injury. We do it for the love.
Up until this point, I opposed the New Guard because they held the gold and I wanted some of that. No real ideology in that, seeing as I don't per se stand with the so called Old Guard - I just wanted a title.
However, Mai's little speech about wanting to take the emotion out of the OOWF sits badly with me. If she and the New Guard want to be the police state faction, then they will have more than an opponent in me, they will have created a nemesis.
Without emotion, breath is just a clock. My name is Crowing and I fight to make you feel, to get a reaction. The New Guard have set themselves up as the faction of apathy, the grey malaise of the OOWF. I will oppose that with every fibre of my being.
You try to hold me down? This week at Mayhem, the Crowing flies!
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:54:58 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting outside the arena, waiting for the ride to Arkansas. Quorra walks up to her.
FW: Great.
Q: I need to ask you--
FW: Smoke?
Q: No, I don't...aren't you quitting?
FW: Trying. Just craving a lot today. What's your question?
Q: Well, I wanted to ask you...given your history with Ecosystem, what do you think of Mai joining the New Guard.
Fire had just taken a drink of her latte, and nearly spits it out because she's laughing.
FW: I'm thinking the New Guard should have spent less time whining about my soap opera life and more time taking notes.
Q: Meaning?
FW: Meaning they've made the single dumbest decision they ever could have made. Ecosystem wanted to change OOWF, purify it, save it....and Mai is his sister, and wants the same thing.
Q: You think she'll do it the same way?
FW: Let me tell you. I know a little something about brothers and sisters. Alex and Alexis...Me and Moose....each pair is cut from the same cloth, and isn't nearly as different as people, even as we would like to think.
Q: Moose seems to think you are.
FW: That's because Moose is mad at me, but in his more lucid moments, he knows. The only difference between us right now is medication, therapy, and choice. Underneath all that, we're still the same. And so are Eco and Mai.
Q: So what does that mean for the New Guard.
FW: Mai will come in all bubbly and smiles, flash her anime eyes at them, make them melt, and they'll think they have someone who truly understands them, and really wants to work with them. And they'll never see it coming. She'll destroy them from within, without even breaking a sweat, and maybe without even knowing she's doing it. She's a Muyo. She won't be able to help herself.
Mai will take the New Guard down, one by one, and the rest of us? We won't have to lift a finger. We can just sit back and enjoy the show. And yeah...that sparkles with me.
Q: But what if you're wrong.
Fire gives her a smirk as a roar of engines is heard, and three vehicle come into view: A Bugatti, a motorcycle, and then a boring old sedan. Lucky gets off the motorcycle as Fire approaches, and hands her the helmet. Alex gets out of the drivers' seat of the Bugatti, and a production assistant gets out of the sedan.
AD: I really wish you'd take the Bugatti with me.
FW: Look, I don't want to leave here, but I have to. I can at least do it the way I want to.
Lucky and Quorra get in the sedan with Opus, two snakes and the rest of the Darlings' stuff.
AD: Fine...Just...be careful.
FW: You be careful, that's still technically my car.
AD: *waiving the ring around his neck in the air at her* OUR car, dear.
FW: Whatever. Try not to get too far behind.
Firewoman gets on the bike and roars out of the parking area at a very uncareful and high rate of speed. Alexander stares after her, kind of angry, then shakes his head, smiles, and gets in the car. He roars out after her with a squeal of tires. Lucky and Quorra and the rest of the menagerie pull out sensibly and figure they'll meet them when they get there.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:55:27 GMT -5
*Ghosthead is roaming the halls, heading out to meet his wife at their car when he is approached by SFJ#18.*
SFJ#18 - Ghosthead any idea who the masked man is, you know, the one who attacked you?
GH -
SFJ#18 - Uh... any comments on the attack at all?
GH -
SFJ#18 - You look like you want to kill me.
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SFJ#18 - I'm gonna go.
*SFJ#18 slowly backs away from Ghosthead who turns to face the camera and spits BLACK MIST on the lens. We hear Ghosthead walk away as we cut to commercial break.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:55:48 GMT -5
The light in Crowing's room becomes brighter, the room illuminated. Atop the lockers, far out of reach, sits Mai Muyo, holding a rolled-up scroll of sorts. Her garb and makeup is darker than that of before.Mai: Nothing you have said is wrong, friend. Only incomplete. Crowing: How long have you been up there? Mai: This business thrives on people with your passion--people who embrace emotion and violence beyond your own limitations. People who tread the line on insanity, who risk permanent injury. I knew a man who regularly took risks in the ring he didn't have to, because of his love of this business. My brother watched him win the Super J Cup as a young person, and thought he was just so amazing. My brother admired his passion, his fury, so very much. This man would fly off the top rope with the greatest of ease...yet every time, he would knock out a few brain cells, leave a little of himself behind...until he finally knocked out something besides himself. Mai Muyo unfurls her banner.Mai: When we consent to put our lives on the line...we do not merely endanger ourselves. I wish you the best of luck against JP this week, my friend. I honestly, earnestly do. And I'll be praying for the safety of both of you inside that cage. Mai flips whatever switch she turned on, and the lights go dark. Crowing reaches up to the bulb, turns it back on...but Mai is gone. The banner remains.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:56:16 GMT -5
We come up in Possum Trot Mississippi (Cheap Pop), specifically the equipment loading dock. We see Dashing Victor Deniro pacing back and forth, he seems to be mid conversation with someone, but the angle of the INC does not show us who he's talking to.
DVD: I know you are probably the last person who gives a crap about me, but I know you get along with Danny, and the girls are pretty much family with you now.
Vic keeps pacing, the blood color rising in his face.
DVD: The thing is I feel like I've become a liability to the group. I get attacked, beaten down, and everyone rushes to my aid, but when it happens to one of my friends, I'm unable to really help. It's frustrating. It makes me feel weak, I don't like to feel like that.
Vic pauses his walking, and looks towards his still unseen companion.
DVD: Danny won't help me with this, he wants me to stay on the sideline as much as I can, he's seen the downsides to this business, and does not want me to suffer for it. I can't do that, but without help, I'm more of a hindrance if you get my point.
Vic takes a deep breath.
DVD: Me and you, we haven't really seen eye to eye from day one, so If I'm coming to you, I hope you realise how serious about this I am. I need to learn, to train, to find a way to not just protect myself, but those I care about. So what do you say, will you help me?
With that the camera pans back and we see Firewoman sitting on some packing pallets, her arms crossed over her chest. She slowly raises one eyebrow, as the camera
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:56:44 GMT -5
Mai Muyo and OOWF World Champion Stan Fulton are at North Ponototoc High School in nearby Ecru, Mississippi, in front of a full assembly.Fulton: I can't believe you dragged me to this shithole. Mai: Stan! The principal comes up to the podium.Principal Chao: Hello children of North Ponototoc. Redneck Child #452: SHUT UP, SLANT EYES! Redneck Child #212: YOUR KIND DON'T OWN US! Redneck Child #115: Yeah. but they's gonna! What with all the debt! Fulton: For fuck's sake. Mai: (whispering to Principal) Are they always like this? Chao: Oh yes. Every morning. (Back to students) Now, I know you kids don't appreciate me, but you do appreciate fat white men engaging in athletic competitions successfully. Hooting and hollering. Fulton looks pissed.Chao: Therefore, I would like to introduce to you, the OOWF World Champion Stan "The Crusher" Fulton, and his friend Megumi "Mai" Muyo, who I have been assured he is "totally not miscegenating with." The two take the podium.Fulton: All right, so we're apparently here to field your questions about bullying. Spoiler alert: We're going to tell you not to do it. With that, are there any questions? Every hand shoots up.Fulton: You there, with the wife-beater with the grease stain. There is much confusion.Fulton: I meant the one in the front row. Redneck Child #437: I'm a big fan of the OOWF, and I was wondering, is there any bullying in the OOWF? Fulton: ...Do you watch the show? Mai: Be gentle. Fulton: (staring straight ahead) We don't tolerate bullying in the OOWF. Mai: (leaning in) We're trying to reduce it. Next question, girl with the three pigtails. Redneck Child #52: What if you got a half-breed? Like, I don't mean a regular ol' Negroid, cause like, you can't say nothing about them any more, and you shouldn't if they sticks to their own kind, but can I call the President some bad words? Fulton: Can I be done here? Mai: Let me handle this. (Takes the microphone) Listen, let's talk about the head cheese for a second. Y'all believe in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, right? Murmured assent.Redneck Child #84: I thought y'all slant-eyes believed in the fat guy under the tree! Mai: (ignoring) Now, y'all know how Jesus made friends with some pretty bad folks. The prostitutes, the tax collectors--and you know they both had to be Democrats to boot! Now, one thing you might not realize, but if you study geography, Jesus was from the Middle East, which is where all the Muslims live today-- Redneck Kid #201: Like Obama! Mai: Well, no, but sure! So you have to recognize, he was not only friends with sinful liberals, but people of different ethnic and religious backgrounds, even ones you might not like. Redneck Kid #361: Wait a second...are you saying Jesus might have been colored? Breathless pause.Mai: (turning to Fulton) Is a lie in the service of truth... Fulton: Go for it. Mai: (staring straight ahead) No of course not Jesus was blond haired and blue eyed just like all the pictures of him and the only people who would say otherwise are Communists. Crowd exhales.Fulton: Nice dodge. Mai: Shut up. (Back to audience) Anyway...Jesus didn't engage in bullying, because it's much easier to teach people about God when you approach them with love. So in summary...bullying helps liberals, and then you might all end up with health care or something even scarier. The assembled students nod reverently.Redneck Kid #318: You're really smart for a woman who eats dogs. Mai: (exasperated) Thanks bro. Fulton: (reading off a script handed him) Also, words hurt too--an insult can hurt as much as a Stunner-Bottom. So let's commit to be Bully Free, because... (blinks twice, looks up) Look, if I hear you kids are acting up, I'm just going to come back and beat the shit out of you. So be good. Deal? All the kids nod. Fulton walks off.Mai: Great! Have a sunshine and rainbows day! God bless! Mai follows Stan behind quickly.Mai: Stan, that was great! Really nice PR for the New Guard. But you need to watch your language in school. Stan: I can't believe I'm working in this poopyhole. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2012 17:57:12 GMT -5
~~~ At the OOWF Training Facility, Chad, Zane & Danny are in the ring with several members of the jOOB Squad getting in a good workout for their first Campeonas de Trios defense later this week in Possum Trot, Mississippi! (Cheap Pop) Bridgette is out side the ring making comments and giving directions ~~~
Bridgette: Chad, pay attention, Danny do that again, hit the hiptoss to the left side, then you should be in position to make the tag, drop an elbow, then Chad comes in over the top with the leg. Try again
~~~ They try again, and hit that combination crisply this time. As they continue to spar, Firewoman walks in and stands beside Bridgette at ringside ~~~
Fire: Not bad Cowboy, but you keep forgetting to lead with the opposite leg at the end there
~~~ Chad, Zane and Danny all slide out of the ring ~~~
Chad: I say it was pretty good.
Zane: She's right, pretty good isn't good enough around here
Chad: Fine. I'll try it again.
Fire: Oh, and I brought you something
~~~ Firewoamn hads Chad a check. Danny looks at him inquisitively ~~~
Chad: Payment for services rendered
~~~ Firewoman punches him in the chest ~~~
Chad: OW! Why a heartpunch?
Fire: Because that was rude. And I didn't want to cause permanent damage.
Chad: Ok Ok. ~~~ Looks a the Check~~~ But You didn't lose
Fire: But I didn't win. You either. Pay up
Chad: I... I... Fine. But I left the wallet in the dressing room. I'll bring it to you later on
~~~ Fire looks at him uncertainly ~~~
Bridgette: I'll make sure it happens.
~~~ Fire begins to leave Chad calls out to her as they re-enter the ring ~~~
Chad: And next time, let's make it 10
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2012 18:48:35 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are out for St. Patrick's day. Fire is draped with one of her snakes. Let's say it's Ayida-Wedo. Alex eyes the snake warily and does not really sit as closely to her. He does look around nervously at the stares they are getting from the locals.
AD: Fire...
FW: Yes?
AD: I'm not sure bringing....
FW: Ayida-Wedo.
AD: Right...not sure that was such a great idea. I don't think the locals get the irony.
FW: It's Mississippi. They probably think I'm Pentacostal.
AD: I don't think they do.
FW: Whatever, let's just order a round.
AD: Are you sure....
FW: I checked. One or two will not interact badly with anything. It'll be fine.
The waitress comes up.
W: So, what's with that. Y'all one of them Pentacostals?
FW: See?
AD: No...look, can we get two carbombs?
W: What? Look, here, mister....We don't sell that kinda stuff here. What are you some kinda terrist? This is GOD'S COUNTRY here, and--
FW: It's a kind of drink, miss.
W: Oh...that some Yankee thing? Y'all are Yankees, right?
FW: Yeah, but we're with OOWF. We're in town for a show and wanted to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.
W: OOWF~!!! WAIT!! You're....You're YOU!!! and HIM!!! Aw, y'all make such a cute couple in real life.....I didn't even recognize ya! I'll make y'all whatever drink ya want....
AD: Okay, you take Baileys, Guinness, and Jameson's and....
W: Well....we don't have none of them....
FW: No? Do you have anything Irish? Irish Whiskey?
W: Um...naw....oh wait, yeah we do. We got ... Uh....Bushmills?
FW: Gag. that's it?
W: 'Fraid so.
FW: It'll have to do. Two please.
W: None for the snake?
FW: No.
The waitress nods and goes behind the bar, retrieving a VERY dusty bottle of Bushmills and then pours them each a shot. She leaves.
AD: What is it? Slon-jah?
FW: Close...Slainte. Tiochfiadh ar la.
They down their shots.
FW: Disgusting.
AD: Guess we don't have to stay long then.
FW: I didn't say that.
Alex goes to check out the juke box. Fire's eyes catch a glimpse of someone entering the bar, and her eyes widen. She sees that it's her brother, Moose. He goes up to the actual bar and orders something, probably something cheap and strong. Fire looks over to where Alex is not paying attention to anything but the juke box, and then slowly gets up and walks over to Moose.
FW: Moose.
MHJ: Female Darling.
FW: Fine...I was going to offer to buy you a drink.
MHJ: I don't take drinks from traitorous bitches.
FW: Fine.
Fire goes over to where Alex is at the juke box.
AD: Only thing they have is a really really old version of "Danny Boy" by Andy Williams.
FW: That's great.
Fire takes Ayida-Wedo off her shoulders and puts her on Alex's
AD: Whoa...WHOA!...fuck...no...Fire....what.....
FW: Calm down, you're upsetting her.
AD: SHE'S upset?
FW: Just, take her out to the car for me. I'll be out in a minute.
AD: I...but...you....
FW: Please.
Alexander is too distracted by a twelve foot python on his shoulders to mount any kind of argument here, so he does it. Fire turns back to Moose, who is still ignoring her.
FW: Waitress.
W: Yes ma'am?
FW: Buy that gentleman one and put it on my tab.
W: Um...okay.
The waitress goes and sets one down in front of Moose. Moose looks at her, surprised. But he drinks it. Then he appears to ask her where it came from. The waitress points over to where Fire is. Moose turns, and frowns. Firewoman smiles and then flips Moose off with both hands, as he did indeed just take a drink from a 'traitorous bitch' and turns to leave.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2012 18:49:19 GMT -5
<Fire sits down to finish off another drink before going to save Alex from the snake. As she finishes her drink, a shadow falls across her. She looks up and sees Moose standing there with the bottle of Bushmill's and two shot glasses. They stare at one another for a minute, then Moose slams the glasses down on the table and pours them both a quadruple shot. Fire is about to drink hers when Moose speaks>
St. Patrick's day was always a big day in the Quinn household. Pops would start drinking the minute he opened his eyes........mom would spend the day making that godawful boiled dinner. Most of the time we were out the door as soon as they would let us. When we got stuck inside, Pops would just spend the day screaming at the tv and threatening us every time we made a sound.......
<Moose trails off and both seem to be lost in thought>
and look at us now......both making a good living, both doing what we want......it's like the past never happened.........cheers
<Moose and Fire clink glasses and both down their drinks. They set their glasses on the table, and Fire looks like she is about to say something, when Moose takes the bottle of Bushmill's and SLAMS it upside her head, shattering it, and opening a NASTY gash on the side of her head. Fire falls to the floor, dazed, and the bar goes silent. Moose stands over her snarling.....>
YOU may want to forget who you are, but I sure the fuck won't. There are no amount of fucking pills or therapy that will EVER change what the fuck you are.......you proved that when you let Eco burn. I fucking told you, you are DEAD to me. You made your decision Lisa, you fucking abandoned ME.......so fuck you, and fuck your cheap ass drinks.
<Moose punctuates the last statement with a kick to Fire's face, then turns and walks out of the bar without another word>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2012 18:49:48 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 is standing with L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., your opponent this week - chosen by World Heavyweight Champion Stan Fulton - will be Moosehead Jack. Your thoughts?”
LDW: “Moosehead Jack - the terror of the OOWF. The monster, the maniac, the OOWF’s walking nightmare. Nice choice, Stan. It’s a good plan, I have to admit, but it has one small flaw.”
SFJ#47: “Which is?”
LDW: “When Moose built his reputation, he didn’t do it alone. kz was not a one man team.”
SFJ#47: “The match will be no-disqualification for him, but not for you - even if you wanted to match him violence for violence, you won’t be able to.”
LDW: “No, I just can’t get caught. Look, Moose and I are both violent men. Professionally. Wednesday night we might tear the roof off the arena with a great scientific match - or we might burn it to the ground in an attempt to kill each other. Either way, it’ll be fun.”
SFJ#47: “Fun?”
LDW: “Our version of it, anyway.”
SFJ#47: “Your choice of opponent for the World Champion was Stank. What was the reasoning behind your choice?”
LDW: “If you want an ass kicked - and Stan certainly is an ass - you call an expert. Truth is, I don’t need anyone to wear Stan down for me, but Stank really wants to get his hands on Fulton, so why not give hin the opportunity?”
SFJ#47: “But what if it puts Stank ahead of you in line for a World Title Shot?”
LDW: “So be it. It’ll be worth to watch Stan, to borrow a phrase, enjoy the pain.”
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2012 18:50:27 GMT -5
*Outside the bar*
Alex is trying to put Ayido-Wedo back into its cage in the back seat of the car when he hears the door to the bar opening and closing.
Alexander: Took you long enough...
When there's no response Alex turns to look over his shoulder and he sees Moosehead Jack standing there laughing. Alex takes a deep breath as he turns around to face Moose as the snake hisses and tries to break out of the cage. The two men stare at one another for what seems like an eternity but neither seem to want to make the first move to start another battle. Alex shuts the back door to the car and slowly starts walking towards the entrance towards the bar while Moose begins to walk towards the dark alleys of Mississippi. Luckily there is no bloodshed this time and just as Alex is about to open the door it slams open and Fire staggers out clumsily; bleeding from the head. Alex snarls and turns to look for Moose but he's already vanished and Fire is about to fall before Alex reaches out and grabs her.
Alexander: Let me help you to the car.
Alex puts Fire's arms around him as he makes his way over to the Sedan and opens the door for her. He shuts it behind her and hopes she can't hear the following...
Why can't you just give up and move on...this is going to kill all of us...*sighs*
Alex makes his way around to the driver's side and takes a deep breath before climbing in and gunning the engine towards the nearest medical facility.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:21:35 GMT -5
FADE in on a title card saying OOWF Newsbreak. That wipes to a shot of former AWA announcer Marty O'Neill.
MO: "Good evening everyone. After the controversial comments made my LD Williams earlier this week, our reporter Donna Gagne caught up with OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. Let's go to that interview now."
CUT to a scene that appears to be a backstage area, perhaps in Mississippi somewhere.
DG: "I'm here with World Champion Stan Fulton. Stan, LD Williams said a lot of things about you earlier this week. Did you have any reply?"
SF: "Donna, LD Williams is one of the great wrestlers to ever step into the squared circle. He is not, however, one of the greatest on the mic. LD wants what everyone wants. This World title. He's not getting it. LD calling me an ass is very childish. Picking Stank as my opponent was an incredible idea. I think I can win, but even if I don't, Stank is going to do a lot of damage. And Stank is motivated, though you'd never know from listening to the promos this week. He has been bad-mouthing me and the New Guard for weeks. Now he gets his chance to back up those words.
"But this in no way makes me fear LD Williams. I know LD Williams. I won the Trios titles with LD Williams. I've learned at the feet of LD Williams. And I know the weaknesses of LD Williams."
DG: "And those are?"
SF: "My secret."
DG: "And your pick of Moose to face LD?"
SF: "LD can claim that he and Moose were BFFs and perhaps they were. But Moosehead Jack is not who he used to be. If LD thinks he's going to walk into that ring and shake Moose's hand he'd better get used to being called Lefty.
"Moose has, and intelligently, left the New Guard be. And we've respected that and left Moose be. But we've watched him. We've observed exactly what he does and when he does it. Moose is a complete psychopath now. Whoever he's listening to, they've removed any vestige of humanity and friendship. LD is going to step into that ring and no matter what kz might have been, he's going to face the most diabolical madman this company has. Stank has scruples. Moose has none.
"And that will make ultimately make this Championship stay in my possession. And in the end, that's all that really matters isn't it?"
CUT back to Marty O'Neill.
MO: "Thanks, Donna. That's OOWF Newsbreak. I'm Marty O'Neill. Good night."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:22:01 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back again, he seems to be lost in thought. He tilts his head and appears to be listening to someone. Moose shakes his head slowly then glares at the camera>
In wrestling there is rarely such a thing as friends. Even rarer than a friend is someone you consider a brother………..family.
LD one thing I have learned is that brothers back one another. When you offered to help…….of all fucking people, Alexander Darling……..against Trinity……I didn’t turn my back on you. I knew you had to do what you had to do, but I was still there…….because that’s what brothers do.
But when I decided to team with Eco and form the Saints of Sinners…….you turned your back on me. You disowned me, you wanted nothing to do with it. Much like you never asked me to get involved with Trinity, I never asked you to get involved with the Saints business………but you turned your back on me.
<Moose pauses, again listening to Him, then gets angry>
For YEARS I have told anyone who listens that I honestly thought you were the best in OOWF history. For YEARS I heard the claims that you were somehow my puppet……..and every time I heard that, I wanted to tear their throat out. Why? Because I had your back. I knew you were not a puppet for anyone……you were LD Williams, the best the OOWF has EVER seen.
<Moose pauses again and tries to control himself>
This week, Stan Fulton decided that I would do his dirty work. I honestly don’t give the slightest shit about the New Guard, so I am not doing this for them.
<Moos picks up the DDT title and looks at it>
LD, He wants me to defend this this week. So I will. Our match is now for the DDT title. You were the closest thing to family I had left, and He has made it clear……..you have turned your back on me as well. This week it has nothing to do with doing the New Guard’s dirty work. This week……it’s about proving I am the toughest bastard in the OOWF. He was right……there are no friends in wrestling. There is no family in wrestling. This is what I fight for. This is what you will have to kill me to take. I respect you LD……but I will never Fear You. This week……..you are just the latest victim
Trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:22:29 GMT -5
Ricky Soaring Eagle stands in the empty arena, at a concession stand up in the nosebleed seats, watching the janitors sweep up from the house show.
"Last week I stated my intention to take the Intercontinental Title from Psykle.
Psykle, you remind me of another champion from wrestling's history. A man as arrogant as you are. A man who struggled to fit in with other wrestlers. Shoehorned into a tag team that, while it was mildly successful, did not last. He found another traveling partner, but that soon led him to trouble.
And a man who's only championship glory is widely considered a farce.
You, Psykle, are the Irion Sheik.
Arrogant, telling me how to run my career. struggled to fit in, not daring to enter the building but for your matches for the longest time. Shoehorning yourself into drink & Destroy, which will only lead you to trouble.
And your Intercontinental Title? You will be just like the Irion Shiek, forever known as a transitional champion, only holding that belt for a short time before a better wrestler gets his hands on it.
And that's where I come in. I will take that title from you. I will become Intercontinental Champ. Why? Because I WANT TO. and you aren't man enough to stop me."
Ricky grabs his tire iron, and swings at the register, shattering the screen. He grabs the monitor and hursl it through the plastic menu, breaking the light bulbs behind it and then calmly walks off screen
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:23:04 GMT -5
We fade to the OOWF Training ring where Dashing Victor DeNiro is looking none to dashing as he's laid out on the floor. He appears to have a welt on the side of his head. Firewoman is standing over him, and appears to be frustrated.
DVD: Why the hell did you punch me?
FW: Why the hell didn't you block?
DVD: *getting to his feet* And you used a fist too? What happened to open hands?
FW: Vic....*helping him to his feet*....the New Guard is NOT going to come at you according to the loosely defined and even more loosely enforced "rules" of wrestling. There aren't any referees backstage, and face it, New Guard barely follows the rules in the ring anyway. You wanted me to teach you how to fight, right? This is how you do it. You hit first, fast, and hard, and don't wait for the other person to make the first move.
DVD: I get all that, I do but--
Victor is interrupted by a right roundhouse that he at least does dodge. He misses the left straight though to the solar plexus, doubling him over.
FW: People have two hands.
DVD: *cough* I know that.
FW: How are you so bad at this? I thought you were Mr. Tough Guy?
DVD: Look, it's bad enough getting beat up by a dame. Just...tell me what to do.
FW: Fine. First off, quit worrying about fair. This isn't I punch/you punch. When you feel threatened get ready, then watch the shoulders. The shoulders and neck tell all.
The two square off. Firewoman maneuvers around him, kind of like a leopard stalking its prey. Victor has his hands up...kind of...Finally Fire fires off with her left but no! It's a feint. Vic bites, but then at the last second realizes it and manages to block the right when it comes around.
FW: Good now, go for--
Firewoman can't finish her statement though because Vic attacks her with a flurry of various offensive strikes, which she effectively blocks, but can't counter at all. He goes for the tackle and gets it, driving Fire to the mat. It's then that he stops, looking down at her.
DVD: Well, well, well...how does THIS sparkle for you, babe?
With a quick move, Fire reverses until she's on top, and has his arm trapped awkwardly behind him while pulling his wrist. Victor cries out in pain.
FW: Don't let up. Ever.
Fire gets off of him and helps him up.
FW: Okay, that was a good couple of hours.
DVD: Yeah..look uh.....thanks.....
FW: I'm doing this for Danny.
DVD: I know.
Victor grabs a towel and rolls out of the ring as we FAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:23:32 GMT -5
We cut to the gorgeous Jaime McAllister holding a microphone, standing next to Matt Folz.
JM: Matt, this Wednesday you face Psykle for the Intercontinental Championship. What are your thoughts going into that match?
MF: Well, Jaime, I'm entirely confident. In fact, I'll go so far as to guarantee that by the end of this week, whether it happens at Mayhem or at the Madness Pay Per View, that I WILL be the Intercontinental Champion.
JM: You guarantee it?
MF: 100 percent, the full Namath. Only with the difference that I'm not historically incredibly overrated, and I'll actually deserve to someday end up in my sport's hall of fame, unlike him.
JM (rolling eyes over the football reference): What makes you so sure?
MF: Simple. To quote one of my favorite tv characters of all time: "Want, take, have" You see..
JM: Wait, wait, you know you're quoting a show that hasn't been on the air in 9 years? And it's been 14 years since that quote originated?
MF: Your point? The Simpsons hasn't been relevant in 10 years and yet people still quote from the great episodes every single day.
JM: You're aware no one watching this, other than Alexander Darling, has a clue what we're talking about right?
MF: For as much as I despise him, he does have damn good taste in tv and movies. And I don't care how long it's been off the air, still one of my favorite shows of all time.
JM: Meh, it was alright, not as good as Chuck.
MF: Hey, I love Chuck, but wasn't as good. Better action, better writing, better supporting characters, hotter lead actress and......... I should really change the subject now shouldn't I?
JM (Glaring): That would probably be best for you, yes.
MF: Ok, where was I before I got distracted?
JM: "Want, Take, Have"
MF: Right, right. You see Psykle, I Want that Intercontinental Championship belt around my waist again, I'm going to take it from you this week, and I'm going to have it as long as I fucking decide to,and there's nothing you nor anyone else in the company can do about it.
JM: What are your comments about Mai Muyo joining the New Guard, considering your past with her brother?
MF: She is not her brother. Mai and I may have had run ins in the past, but that's ancient history now. See, the New Guard is about having the best. World Champion? New Guard. Onslaught Champion? New Guard. Tag Champions? New Guard. Best technical wrestler in the world and the next Intercontinental Champion? You're looking at him. Second best technical wrestler in the company? Founder of the New Guard. And Mai, with Lisa Quinn deciding to stop being Firewoman and instead become Martha Stewart, is now unquestionably the best female wrestler in this company.
I'll say this to everyone in the company who's foolish enough to try and stop us: You will fail and you will fail miserably. If we for any reason decide to disband, it'll be on our terms, not anyone elses. We are the New Guard, this is OUR time, and God have mercy on those dumb enough to get in our way.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:24:14 GMT -5
Folz bumps into Mai shortly after his interview.
Mai: When you brought up The Simpsons, I assumed you were going to call me the Ned Flanders of our group.
Folz: Not Maude?
Mai: You better not be killing me off.
Folz: But you’d get an amusement park!
Mai: I do love tilt-a-whirls.
Mai and Folz high-five into a bro-hug.
Mai: Thanks for the verbal backup. I promise I won’t be like Junichiro.
Folz: Not even worried about it. Might want to hang around dark rooftops a bit less.
Mai: When do I do that?
Folz: Crowing?
Mai: That was in a locker room! Totally different. Also…(looks Matt up and down)…best technical wrestler in the world?
Folz: I would say so.
Mai: Think Chris agrees with that ranking?
Folz: Maybe in his heart.
Mai: (laughs) Well, Best Technical Wrestler In The World, I haven’t had any one tap out to my Trinitarian triangle choke in the past month and I’m worried I’m locking it in too weakly.
Folz: You only faced women before the OOWF, you probably had a strength advantage in Stardom that’s usually reversed here.
Mai: Firechild and I are basically the same build and height. No shit I had a strength advantage. So do you have time to work on technique later?
Folz: I’ve got two hours now before a dinner engagement. You free?
Mai: Let’s see if the ring’s open.
Mai Muyo and Matt Folz begin heading off.
Mai: Also, you have a nineteen-year-old girl on your team and say no one besides Alexander Darling will get your Buffy reference?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:25:01 GMT -5
SFJ13 is standing in front of an OOWF banner with Psykle. Yea, no big opening, not enough time for it.
SFJ13: Psykle, you’ve been pretty quiet this week.
Psykle: Haven’t had anything to say. Been busy training for my match.
SFJ13: Well, you have a match this week with Matt Folz for your Intercontinental Championship, comments on that?
Psykle: Look, I agree with what the New Guard stated was their philosophy, title shots to deserving wrestlers, not to someone just because they were a champion, or have been around for ages. I don’t agree with their actions though, attacking innocents, and permanently injuring super star wrestlers from years past. Matt Folz wanted a shot at the title, the only other one asking for a shot is Ricky Soaring Eagle, who I’ve already beaten recently, so, why should I give Matt a shot?
SFJ13: What about Matt’s comments that he’s going to take the title from you?
Psykle: If he does, and does so cleanly, without his New Guard buddies interfering, then he deserves to have it, and I don’t. If that happens, I will hand him the title, and raise his hand in victory…and of course then invoke my rematch clause, as any champion would. History has shown that on any given day, anything can happen, so it’s possible he could beat me even if he didn’t deserve to win. Regardless, if he beats me cleanly, he beats me cleanly.
SFJ13: What if The New Guard interfere?
Psykle: Well, then things change.
SFJ13: What do you mean?
Psykle: I’d rather not say, but trust me, people wouldn’t like it.
SFJ13: OK, what about Ricky Soaring Eagle’s comments?
Psykle: Ricky is an angry angry man. His rage and anger cloud his mind. It makes him easier to beat honestly.
SFJ13: What about his comments that you are the “Iron Shiek” of OOWF champions?
Psykle: Honestly, to be compared to a legend such as the Iron Shiek is an honor, however, if he was comparing me to the rambling, almost druken, shell of his former self that the Iron Shiek is now, well, which one of us really tends to ramble incoherently and goes off doing truly crazy things, hmm?
SFJ13: What about the PPV this Sunday?
Psykle: I still haven’t gotten word on who I’m going to be defending the title against, but I guess they are waiting to see what happens at Mayhem. Whatever the match happens to be, I look forward to it, as I do to every match I have the honor of competing in inside that ring.
SFJ13: Thank you for your time Psykle. Fans, Wednesday night, Psykle vs. Matt Folz for the Intercontinental Championship, live on Mayhem! Tune in!
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:25:33 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is watching footage of Dinero training*
Evans: That’s cute, Dinero, thinking that just because you’re getting trained by Firewoman, you think you actually stand a fighting chance against any of us. I mean look at you, you’re a pathetic joke of a man, and you complain about getting beaten up by a woman, and not only that, a woman who is going easy on you. You honestly think that if we got our hands on you, we’d stop because you complained? Hell, if you did that, we’ll just break your trachea, and make you just like Danny. And quite honestly, not only would that make us never have to hear your mouth again, your lack of a voice would go quite well with your obvious lack of balls.
And as for you, Fire. You think that Mai is the worst thing that could have possibly happened to us, due to her being a Muyo? You think she’ll ruin us due to her being mentally unstable and bloodthirsty? Oh, on the contrary, Fire. That’s EXACTLY why we sought her out, because its that type of unpredictability that makes her a perfect fit for us. So if you think we’re out of our league, think again, cause in case you forgot what we did to Outback Jack, how we shattered his legs, beat him within an inch of his life, and smeared his blood onto a defenseless Danny Taylor, we can be just as sick as you are.
You see, ever since we took out Outback Jack and Davin, we’ve basically been searching for a new target, trying to decide which one of you old-timers are gonna be carried out of here on a stretcher next. And while we’ve been searching, I’ve heard people saying that the New Guard isn’t as strong as they should be. Now is this true? *scoff* Come on, what do you think? Of course not. We’re the best thing going for this shithole, but like every great group, you need an ace in the hole in case things don’t go just like you want. Our ace in the hole is Mai. She’s got untapped potential, and only we can see it. Nobody else wanted her, but she's been on my radar from the first day I met her.
So then that leaves Texpress and my..heh, good buddy, Danny. You two consider yourselves to be the Measuring Sticks, and yet you demean yourselves by hanging around with jobbers. Not to mention you also prepare for matches by wrestling members of the jOOb Squad. Heh, but I digress.
The Hawaiians and I are taking back the Trios titles which are rightfully ours. Cause we are the New Guard, we are the future of this business, and quite honestly, you just don’t measure up.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 21, 2012 17:26:07 GMT -5
*New Guard Locker Room*
There's a knock on the door and Noelani gets up from the couch to answer it. A stagehand is there holding a box.
Stagehand: Delivery for Kai and Aina.
Kai: That's The Kai, jabroni.
Noelani signs for the package and brings the box over to the tag team champs. They step over with her and watch as she opens the box. She pulls out a bottle of jewelry cleaner and two nameplates. Aina takes the card in the box.
Kai picks up one nameplate and looks at it...Alexander Darling Aina picks up the other...Firewoman
Noelani reaches further into the box and quickly pulls her hand away as Ayadi-Wedo hisses at her before slithering out of the box and quickly slides out the open door.
*Fade*
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