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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 16:09:48 GMT -5
OOWF Territorial Beatings 7
Live! From Apex Hill, Nunavut Canada
Wargames[/u]
The New Guard (Stan Fulton, Chris Evans, Matt Folz, JP Sparxx & Mai Muyo) vs. The Old Guard (Danny Taylor, LD Williams, El Lobo Sangriento, Crowing & Psykle)
OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Double Elimination Match[/u]
Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Phoenix Rising
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Rabbit Mask vs. Ghosthead
OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Stank
Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Comrade Sharkoff
Card subject to the REAL frozen tundra
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 16:10:22 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is in his locker room, dabbing at the blood dripping from his nose.**
LDW: “It seems I struck a nerve with the New Guard last week. Normally it’s not my way to sink so far into insults, but with the New Guard, it’s the only thing they respond to. At least they’re talking - now if I can just figure out what they’re saying….
They’re fighting against the glass ceiling, struggling to get what they’ve earned, but they’ve held more titles than anyone else recently.
They’ve spent their OOWF careers being denied opportunities by the ‘Old Boys Club’, but they’re on track to hold more titles for longer than any of us have.
I’m broken down, worn out and over-the-hill, but they’re among the best in the world on account of being able to take me to the limit in the ring.
You know, I might actually agree with the New Guard’s motivations, if I could figure out what the hell they were.
And that brings us to Sunday. Territorial Beatings. I’m not sure where Wargames ranks in terms of most dangerous matches these days, but I’ll tell you what I do know. If you lock a man like Psykle, in a cage, bad things are going to happen. Crowing, when he needs to, can be as dark and twisted as they come. They don’t call Lobo the Bloody Wolf because it’s a cute nickname. Danny Taylor…well, if Danny has a weakness, it’s his desire to follow the rules. Wargames means he’s locked in a confined space with Chris Evans and a lot less rules to worry about following. And me? Well they’re right about me. All I’ve done lately is win that invitational thing. And take the Trios Championship from the Hawai’ians. Oh, and win the World Heavyweight Championship from Stan Fulton. But other than that what have I done?
Stanley said something interesting the other day: ‘In an environment of uncertainty, experience is the greatest advantage’. Well, what he actually said was ‘quack’ a bunch of times, but he meant the first thing. Sunday night, you have the advantage. But, no matter what you do, the match can’t end until we’re all inside that cage. Once we are, experience - the very thing makes you want to push us out - is the thing that will give us the edge.
In the words of an old friend - Trust Me.”
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 16:10:43 GMT -5
Evans: You know something? After all that I’ve said, all that I’ve done against LD Williams and the Old Guard, there is one thing that I really have to say about him. LD is one of those guys that, after all these years, is truly a medical miracle, in the sense that his head is so far up his ass, it actually came back up through his neck. He thinks that anything he says has any effect on me. Fact of the matter is, I don’t give a flying fuck what LD has to say about anything. We’re the best in this business, and that’s all that needs to be said about it.
So LD, you want our motivation for what we do? Why we’ve decided to make names for ourselves at the expense of you and your Old Guard buddies? Like I’ve mentioned before, it’s really simple actually, but with all of the damage that you’ve taken over the years, I’ll repeat it to you slowly. All of the things that we do, we do it because we’re just that damn good. If we want to beat your ass, we’ll do it. Got a title we want? We’ll take it. We want you out of our business, we end your career.
And if you want to do something about it, well that’s just not gonna happen. Because we own this fucking place now. There’s not a damn thing that you can do about it, and this Sunday, you WILL Fear Us.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 16:11:08 GMT -5
Firewoman comes rushing in to the bar in Philly, straight from who knows what. She looks around and sees Stank and LD sitting at the table behind a post and rushes over.
FW: Sorry, I'm late guys, but there was the running, and then packing to go to wherever we're going, and....what's he doing here?
Firewoman notices Poe sitting there.
LD: I know this is supposed to be our 'thing,' but...well, how often are we all together?
Firewoman looks at Stank and Poe, and LD, and sighs, and sits down. They're all seated around a round table, with five chairs. The glaring emptiness of the fifth chair is the elephant in the room.
S: Whatcha drinkin' these days, woman?
FW: Well...it's not even noon yet, guys.
LDW: Whiskey it is.
They order a round. By prior arrangement the waitress brings five. They set one in front of the empty chair, and then each take one.
S: Well...here's to it, then.
The Four raise their glasses, clink, and drink. They set them down and sit in silence for a moment.
P: So....this is therapy, eh?
FW: No. Therapy is supposed to be at a coffee shop. Why the bar?
S: Can't toast with coffee?
LDW: Have you talked to that reporter? Radio guy?
FW: Who? No, I've talked to Alex, Selena, Poe, you guys.
LDW: Guy from Nevada? Keeps dropping cryptic messages about dead female wrestlers? The fight for good against evil? He seems to have taken a particular interest in you?
FW: Oh. That.
P: Is he deranged?
FW: Because he's interested in my career?
P: No, because he appears a little...obsessed.
S: Not as obsessed as Fire gets, but still....
FW: Funny.
P: I can speak to Selena...if you feel that you need security.
FW: What? Don't be ridiculous.
S: Fire....Lisa....fans can be dangerous sometimes, you know.
FW: He's not dangerous. He's in his 50s.
LDW: He challenged you to a match.
FW: So? Selena wouldn't book it, so--
Poe looks deeply into his shotglass.
FW: You're kidding...she's not seriously thinking about it, is she?
P: I don't know about seriously...
FW: Well, the answer is no. I'm not wrestling a fan.
LDW: Fire, the fact that he'd even consider it, and go so far as to come here--
FW: He's here?
S: Do you not read promos, woman? He flew in specifically for Mayhem and he'll be at Territorial Beatings on Sunday.
FW: .....
LDW: So you see--
FW: It's fine, so what? We have more than a few fans who travel to see us if we're in their region a while.
P: Do they all offer to meet you in the ring?
FW: *getting annoyed* You know, it's not like I can't handle myself. I've had to do it for a very long time. *she glances at the empty seat* Besides, I'm with Alex most of the day, so back off.
S: Gotdammit woman, we are not backing off. We formed this little club here not just to dominate in the ring. We're your damn brothers and we will have your back, whether you like it or not.
FW: *standing and smacking her hand on the table* You are NOT my brothers. I have a brother. That's his empty chair right there.
LDW: *quietly* Fire...sit down, please.
Fire does so, but folds her arms, still angry.
P: We are your brothers. We had a whole long conversation about whether we were all brothers or brothers and one sister and whether that diminished your status and on and on with discussions of feminism, patriarchy, and inclusive linguistics until you finally accepted "sister," and--
FW: I remember...
S: The larger point is....He seems to be interested in Moose as well.
FW: Of course he is, Moose and I have both heard him since birth.
S: Not Him. Him....Wyatt Cox.
FW: Yeah, well, let him. Are we done here?
S: Just letting you know LD and I will be keeping an eye out.
P: As will I, while I'm here.
FW: Gee, thanks....no....wait...I do mean that...thanks.
LDW: Okay, I got a meet and greet thing. Lots of people like to pose for pictures with the belt.
P: Can I get a lift?
LD and Poe leave, and Fire and Stank stay behind for a bit.
FW: What?
S: You stayin'?
FW: Alex said he'd meet me here.
S: I'll wait, too.
FW: Lucas, he's an out of shape 50 year old former wrestler from Wyoming--
S: Nevada.
FW: WHATEVER. It's fine.
S: Humor me.
FW: ....
S: ....
FW: ....
S: I do have a question.
FW: Okay.
S: Him.
FW: Wyatt?
S: NO! Him-him. Who is He?
FW: Huh? I dunno, just some voice. I don't want to talk about Him, Stank.
S: That disturbing?
FW: No... I mean, probably to most normal people, yes, but every time I do, Dr. Freedman ups my dosage. He doesn't get it.
S: Get what?
FW: That HE is not a hallucination.
S: Okay, so explain it to me. What is...He?
FW: *sighing* Well, I don't know. He's just always been there. As long as I can remember anyway. He kept me safe.
S: He did?
FW: He'd tell me when Pops was extra drunk so I should stay in my room. He'd let me know when Moose was getting beaten, so I could come in and distract Pops. He...he helped me hide sometimes when Mom was looking for me to...do stuff.
S: Sounds .... like not the same--
FW: Well, then He'd tell me where there was a broken bottle to use for defense on the street, or....I dunno, he seemed to like it when I fought back, so....
S: So what, or who, do you think he is?
FW: *thinks deeply for a minute* Well....there are tales. Folklore, mythology, whatever. Sometimes there are...spirits. Spirits that attach themselves to a family. Kind of like helpers. Anyway, one family member dies, they move on to the next generation. Or they appear to the whole family.
S: So....that's who you think He is?
FW: Yeah, I mean...if it was just my craziness talking, why would Moose and Pops hear Him too?
S: A good point...but Fire, I'm not sure he's been particularly helpful.
FW: He kept us alive.
S: ....
FW: I even thing when He was pretending to be Juni....He may have thought he was helping. Sometimes they aren't so smart...the spirits.
S: Well, you've now weirded me out more than ever.
FW: Yeah? And we haven't even gotten to what Alex and I did to celebrate my win last night.
S: Enough.
As if on cue, Alexander comes in, looks around, and then walks over to them.
AD: Lucas.
S: I'm leaving. Later, Fire.
FW: See ya...and thanks.
Stank leaves.
AD: See you later, Lucas! Good talk! Why are you thanking him?
FW: I'll tell you later.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 19:41:54 GMT -5
~~~ A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist stands in front of the OOWF Interview Banner holding a microphone. ~~~
RNSFJ: My guests at this time, Chad Madison & Zane Myers; The Texpress!
~~~ Chad and Zane enter from opposite sides of the screen. Bridgette stands holding Zane's arm. Chad puts his arm around the RNSFJ. She blushes and we're off ~~~
RNSFJ: Let's get right to it, a big night coming up this Sunday.
Zane: That's right. Live! from Apex Hill (HUGE Cheap Pop) the OOWF has one of it's biggest events ever. A four-team, two ring, double-elimination match. Never been done before.
Chad: Oh, and this little thing called WAR GAMES where our good friends Drink & Destroy team up with the World Champion, Crowing and Psykle.
RNSFJ: So tell me what you think will happen?
Chad: Obviously, we think the New Guard will get put in their place. THey'll lose War Games. I personally predict Danny getting the pin on the Cowardly Lionheart Chris Evans. And then, in the wildest tag team match you've ever seen, Texpress proves once again we ARE The Measuring Stick for tag team wrestling and come home with our eighth OOWF World Tag Team Championship.
Zane: Four talented teams will go in this match. This isn't anyone's specialty match. This format doesn't give anyone an advantage. It's a level playing field in that regard. And when the playing field is level and the odds are even, experience becomes what separates the haves from the have nots.
Chad: We HAVE more Tag Team Championships than all the teams in this match combined. We HAVE won matches that the OOWF had never seen before. And we HAVE the combination of skill and intelligence to get the job done. There's only one thing we HAVE NOT.
RNSFJ: Whats that???
Chad: A date with you tonight. Care to change that?
~~~ Chad pulls her close and does his thing. Zane shakes his head, Bridgette giggles and we fade. ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 26, 2012 19:42:27 GMT -5
The scene comes up in an alleyway behind the arena. Moosehead Jack sits alone staring blankly into space. He cocks his head to the side as if listening to something only he can here. Across the way from him, the door opens and Dynamite Danny Taylor walks out holding two bottles of beer in his hands. He calmly walks over and offer one to Moose. Moose doesn't notice at first, but Danny waits patiently, and eventually Moose notices him there. He looks unsure at first, but takes the beer none the less. Danny takes a seat next to him, cracks open his beer, and takes a sip in silence. Moose watches him for a couple of seconds before cracking open his as well.
The two men sit in silence for the next several minutes drinking the beers. Time passes, the beers empty, and still neither man makes any attempt at conversation. Finally the beers empty, and Moose sets his down on the ground. He looks over and makes eye contact with Danny.
Moosehead Jack: I'm going to kill you one day.
Danny just smiles, and picks up the empties. Moose never takes his eyes off of Danny, but all he does is walk over and toss the bottles in the dumpster, before heading back into the arena. We get a quick cut, and find ourselves inside the Destroyatorium, where it appears the Dashing Victor Deniro is tending the bar. OOWF World Champion LD Williams walks in still favoring his nose. Vic sees this and reaches under the bar pulling out a cold compression pack and offering it to the champ.
LD: (taking the pack) You guys keep those under the bar?
DVD: I get my nose busted open quite a bit these days.
LD: Fair enough, wheres Danny and Lobo, I was hoping to talk strategy for Wargames.
DVD: Lobo is in the back, and Danny said he needed to run an errand, they should be around shortly. (slight pause) You know, they are promoting this match all wrong.
LD: How so.
DVD: Well, they call it new guard vs old guard, but our team isn't really old guard. You are an old school guy, and when he was Firechild, Crowing was, but both Evans and Folz have been around longer than Danny, Lobo and Psykle. Fulton and Sparxx started at the same time, really only Mai is "New".
LD: Heh, fair enough. I guess it's more of a mentality thing.
DVD: Maybe, but I sure hope what they offer is not really a picture of the future of this company.
LD: You and me both.
At this point, Danny and Lobo enter, having met up off camera. Moments later Psykle and Crowing arrive as well.
LD: Good, we are all here. We may not have gotten the advantage, but we still have a way to turn this to our advantage.
Danny motions for LD to elaborate.
LD: We have some of the best pure athletes in the company on our side, cardio will not be an issue. And we end up with the freshest man at the end. We put the right person in that spot, and we can cause some serious damage.
Lobo: Who were you thinking?
LD: Well...
He is cut off by Vic, who points to the INC.
DVD: Sorry, but this part is private.
With that Vic pushes the INC outside the Destroyatorium, and slams the door shut and we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 9:31:03 GMT -5
(We see Wyatt in his home office in Ely Nevada, just arrived from Philadelphia after significant travel delays. He is on the office phone engaged in an animated conversation with someone.)
No, Mrs. al-Tikriti, that doesn’t bother me. What your employees, er, contractors say about me personally doesn’t hurt me in the least...what bothers me is they are clueless about a promotional partner in there business. Don’t you think that the WWE had at least a clue about the Three Stooges? Our companies signed a cross-promotional deal for your next four Pay-per-Views, and I would think that your employees, well, and contractors, would be more interested or at least go to Wikipedia. Wikipedia. W-I-K-I-P-E-D-I-A. On the Internet. Yes, look there.
Second, I am shocked that your attorneys allow Mr Quinn unfettered reign in the company still. Mr. Quinn. Uncle Moosie. Yes, you allowed him to nearly kill a competitor this week, and I’m truly afraid that with that speech he gave at Mayhem, he’s just days away from committing homicide...again. No, not Moose, HIM. Look, check out more about me and HIM and you’ll find out what I’m talking about, OK. The OOWF is in danger. Trust me, I’ve been there before. This is serious. Yes, talk with Omie and your Lawyer Dudes and get back to me. All the best.
(Wyatt hangs up the phone)
..someone’s going to die unless they pay attention.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 14:13:02 GMT -5
(The above was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I had to make an unexpected trip to Las Vegas. Back on track now...)
We see the back of heads of four people sitting down at computers....they go to wikipedia and search for “Wyatt Cox”
Selina steps away from the computer and says, “Ohmigod...Omie, Lawyer Dudes.....”
....Lucky furiously makes notes and heads for Google....
...Danny Taylor sits, chin in hand, and shakes his head. He turns, as if he hears someone, but he is alone...
....we never see the fourth person's face, but they cock their head, as if listening to someone speaking...slowly nodding their head....as we....
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 14:13:49 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams take their turn in front of the OOWF banner, with the same Randomly Numbered SFJ. AA has with him Undeclared OOWF Tag Team Champion Though No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast. AA and Johnny are wearing the belts. Honcho is not.
SFJ: It’s been said that the OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Double Elimination Match, Live! at OOWF Territorial Beatings 7 in Apex Hill, Nunavut Canada (cheap pop!)...
HW: Wait! She gets to cheap pop and I don’t?
AA: She’s better looking. But I just realized something. We’re in Canada. Give me a second.
AA goes behind the banner, along with Undeclared OOWF Tag Team Champion Though No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast. They return moments later with masks on. AA’s has “AA” written on the forehead. Johnny’s mask is covered with “UOTTCTNLODIMHMC#HCCJA,WSBOJMWC.” It’s in small type.
SFJ shakes her head, but goes on.
SFJ: This isn't anyone's specialty match. This format doesn't give anyone an advantage. It's a level playing field in that regard. And when the playing field is level and the odds are even, experience becomes what separates the haves from the have nots.
AA: Didn’t Zane Myers just say the exact same thing? Is he stealing your lines? Honcho, go do something about that!
HW: How about if I steal Chad’s girl? (To SFJ): Want to go out tonight?
SFJ #23 (Reading words on the palm of her hand): Sure, Honcho. You’re a much better tag team wrestler than Chad Madison. And I bet you have a much larger...
AA: Hey! This is a family show! Did I just say that? Whatever. The continuity reeks, but I’ll go with it.
HW: So come Sunday, Live! at OOWF Territorial Beatings 7 in Apex Hill, Nunavut Canada (cheap pop!), four teams go into the OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Double Elimination Match, but only one will come out. And that team is going to be Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams. So you better watch you ass…asses! Tell ‘em, Hawk!
AA: OK, we still have to work on some things, but I think we’re good here. Honcho, if you’re riding around with SFJ in a limo this weekend just make sure the driver isn’t one of our opponents. You don’t want to get drunk and find out you married SFJ at a wedding chapel drivethru, and she’s pregnant, and nine months later she gives birth to a hand while smoking a cigar. Because if that happens, we’re doing the tag team breakup angle at the Pay Per View. I’ve been hit with enough sonogram machines in my lifetime.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 15:12:42 GMT -5
*Ghosthead wanders past Stank's locker room. He hears his big brother talking to someone mid conversation.*
Stank - ... the more convinced I am, that guy doesn't have a fucking clue what he's talking about!
*Ghosthead changes his mind about walking in and decides to continue on. Soon he reaches an open area where Rabbit Mask is being interviewed by SFJ#10... again mid way through the exchange.*
RM - ...quite simple. I will defend this belt however I see fit... but more importantly I will cripple Ghosthead no MATTER WHAT the COST!
*The bright lights in Rabbit Mask's face conceal Ghosthead's approach. He never sees Ghosthead coming as he is kicked in the head! Rabbit Mask falls to the floor and Ghosthead pounces down on top. He begins pummeling Rabbit Mask who does his best to block the shots. Ghost maneuvers around to lock in a submission, but as he does so, Rabbit spies and opportunity to spray WHITE MIST onto Ghosthead's face. Ghost barely turns his head in time to protect his eyes, as he feels the mist cover most of the underside and left side of his cheek. It is enough of a distraction for Rabbit to squirm out from underneath the larger man, and SPIN KICK Ghost on the side of his head. Ghost painfully absorbs the impact, rolling over to his side and pawing at his injured jaw. Rabbit Mask follows up with a knee aimed at the back of Ghosthead's head. As if sensing the blow, Ghost rolls out the way, stands, and just gets his arm up in time to block another kick attempt by Rabbit. Rabbit Mask feigns a kick, but connects with a right cross to Ghosthead's body. Ghost loses air briefly before catching a follow up left in his arms and spinning Rabbit Mask around, throwing the smaller man into a wall. Rabbit instead of hitting the wall runs up it and backflips landing behind Ghosthead who catches Rabbit in the chest with a straight back kick! Rabbit falls off is feet landing hard to the surface near where he dropped his Onslaught Title during Ghosthead's initial attack. Ghosthead advances but his head is met by a hard blow from the Onslaught Belt thrown by Rabbit Mask. Ghosthead falls to one knee and is felled by a second shot from the belt before Security and OOWF officials arrive separating the two men as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 15:14:25 GMT -5
Alexander and Lucky are WALKING~! toward the Darling Luxury Suites.
L: Look, we just have to let her know this isn't just a fan.
AD: I know....She's just so--
Lucky opens the door and they see a veritable jungle. The room is covered with potted trees from wall to wall. There's a bit of a path between them, but if you wanted to see the furniture, television or anything else. Firewoman appears, kind of skipping down the "path" to greet them at the door.
FW: Hi! It's--
AD: Let me guess...Arbor Day.
FW: Isn't it AWESOME! All these trees!?!
AD: We aren't keeping them.
FW: I know, I'm going to have them planted here.
L: Here?
FW: Yeah, there's no trees.
L: That's because it's Arctic tundra, Fire... They won't grow here.
Firewoman crinkles up her nose and furrows her brow.
FW: Oh...well.....
L: I'll get on the phone and see where we can send them.
FW: I need to keep one though! Damballah and Ayida like hanging in them.
Lucky smirks as Alex looks suddenly up to see if they're hanging above him. He starts dialing.
AD: Fire, about this Wyatt Cox guy--
FW: Do you think I can't google? Use Wikipedia?
AD: Oh, so you know.
FW: Yes, Xan, I know. What I don't know is why out of all the other wrestling federations on the planet, he decided to find what he thinks are eerie parallels with this fed, and not some other one.
AD: So, what's your plan.
FW: My plan is what it always is. Go into Territorial Beatings with the best tag team partner ever, and walk out OOWF Tag Team Champion. That will totally sparkle with me.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 16:22:52 GMT -5
~~~Firewoman hears a knock on the door of the Darling Luxury Suites. She opens the door and finds a delivery person standing there with two garment bags. ~~~
DP: Delivery for Lisa Darling
Fire: Don't call me that!
DP: Sorry ma'am, just reading name on the ticket.
Fire: Fine.
~~~ She signs for the delivery and brings in the two bags. Upon opening them she finds two French-Maid outfits. She reads the note:
Fire, you wanted to up the stakes? How about this? Loser of the PPV match has to walk through Catering at lunch time in this. And if we both lose the match, we both have to pay up. - Chad
She laughs to herself and picks up her phone as we fade... ~~~ `
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 27, 2012 16:43:56 GMT -5
Lucky steps away from the computer shaking his head. He puts the DVD he just burned into the DVD player connected to the big screen TV.
What is obviously a multiple generation dub of an off air VHS recording of “Big Time Wrestling”. Announcer Rick Stewart looks dishevled...
Stewart: This has been a crazy day on Big Time Wrestling, but Thursday night at Memorial Hall, Kansas City Kansas, Bell time 7:30 it will be the brawl to end it all, loser leave town streetfight as Wyatt Cox and Beth Banner take on Nasty Ned and Nancy Neal. I’m hoping this will be the last time you will ever see these two
Nasty Ned comes into frame with Nancy in the background babbling “they’re dead....they’re dead”
Ned: Oh, you can count on that, Little Ricky. You see, this is not going to go according to anyone’s plans. On Thursday night, you will be witness to murder. Everyone will die. He has told me that they need to die. And it’s all your fault. You people who chant and cheer for them have made him so mad that he has no choice. They call him a great champion. They call her better than most any man in the world. But they forget something. They both bleed. And Thusday night, He will make sure that your heros never walk out of that ring alive.
Nancy: He wants them dead. They’re dead.
Stewart: It will be a violent main event Thursday Night....
(as Rick Stewart tries to close the promo the Neals chase him off the set with a chair
Ned (Off Mike): He wants them dead. And it’s all your fault.
The scene changes to a miltiple generation copy of what seems to be a Super 8 dub of a wrestling match. A much thinner and in better shape Wyatt Cox is in the ring bloodied and brawling with an equally bloodied Nasty Ned. We see on the wall a clock that reads 11:15. What we see of the building it appears to be packed and rabid. In the background on the stage Nancy Neal is manhandling her much smaller opponent. She tries to throw her into the wall stage right when the small but well muscled Beth Banner reverses it and throws Nancy into the wall. We can see that Beth has apparently also been busted open and the old brick wall has it’s way with Nancy as well. Banner somehow muscles Nancy up and hits a Suplex DDT. Incredibly she picks up Neal for a spike piledriver at the same time Cox is flinging Neal out of the ring. Banner hooks the leg for the three count and it appear the building erupts.
Cox makes his way to the stage and embraces Banner and -- kisses her? The appear bloody but excited. Fans throw towels to them and they work their way back to the ring. They once again embrace and kiss in the center of the ring. Wyatt has a microphone and while we can’t hear what’s happening, he faces the camera and kneels, takes Beth’s hand...
and Banner is immediately chop blocked with a chair by Ned, while Cox is kicked in the ... you know ... by Nancy. Wielding chairs, both renew their assault on the heroes, decimating the heroes. At this point the police are holding back everyone from the ring, thinking this is part of the show. Not until Nancy Neal delivers a stiff chair shot to the back of Beth’s head does anyone suspect this is more than the show. After a number of shots to Cox’s head Neil locks in a sleeper hold to the decimated wrestler, who is more concerned about getting to Beth than escaping the hold. As he falls to both knees, hands trying to reach Beth, Nancy places a chair over a prone Beth’s head and neck. She climbs to the top rope and brings her full weight down on the chair.
We see a stir from the back as Ned continues to hold Wyatt while Nancy deliveres multiple low blows to Wyatt. Finally he falls unconscious in the ring, and as Ned sets up the chair across Wyatt’s head, wrestlers and police finally flood the ring and handcuff Ned and Nancy who continue to fight as if they were fresh and ready to fight.
The ring doctor from the back checks on Beth, shakes his head, then moves to Wyatt. Other medics move to Beth but the doctor calls to them, shakes his head, and they go to work on Wyatt. At this point the film ends
Lucky shakes his head as we...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:09:14 GMT -5
They say the three rules of real estate are location location and location. Comrade Sharkoff, for you, the location is inside that ring with me. We are about to share some real estate, and for you, that is a very bad location.
I am about to tear you limb from limb. You have not suffered they way I will make you. You think the pain of losing your foot was bad? You will pray for that feeling again once I have finished tearing your head off ans shoving it up your ass.
You will not only feel MY pain. You are going to feel Matt Folz's pain as well. I haven't forgotten about you little Matty, and I haven't forgotten about that Intercontinental Title that I want. And things I want, I get. So don't go get injured in War Games. I want that pleasure all to myself.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:09:36 GMT -5
FADE in to on-screen graphics that read "OOWF Newsbreak." Those FADE and are replaced by a shot of former AWA announcer Marty O'Neil.
"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen and all transgendered sailors at sea. I'm Marty O'Neil and this is OOWF Newsbreak.
"Our first story. Former wrestler turned radio host Wyatt Cox has been seen at recent OOWF events in a strange case of what may be considered stalking. His target is former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Firewoman, now a member of the tag team Phoenix Rising. Mr. Cox has stated that he is concerned that Firewoman is in danger and he's here apparently to save her. We can only speculate on how Firewoman feels about being saved... again.
"In other news, the current tag team champions Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams made a personal appearance in Iqaluit today to promote their match against Phoenix Rising, The Flyin' Hawaiians and Texpress. Reports have been coming in that ..."
O'Neil looks down at his script, not believing what he has to read, then looks back into the camera and continues.
"... Undeclared OOWF Tag Team Champion Though No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast was nearly arrested for shoplifting at the local mini-mall. Reports state that he tried to put a four-pound ham in his cast. A riot ensued in which Honcho Williams was knocked into a freezer and Attitude Adjuster was struck in the head by a thrown pizza oven which was nearby being used to give away samples of bagel pizzas. Somehow, no charges were filed and all three are expected to appear at Territorial Beatings tomorrow night. Undeclared OOWF Tag Team Champion Though No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast has been contacted to be the spokesman for the restaurant, The Great Canadian Bagel.
"Finally tonight, I was supposed to interview The Crusher Stan Fulton on his War Games match with his fellow New Guard members against the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion LD Williams, Drink & Destroy, Crowing and Psycle. However his teammates, Chris Evans, J-P Sparxx, OOWF Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz and Mai Muyo, have informed me that Fulton will not be available for interviews for the near future. Apparently they are concerned over Fulton's recent gift to former OOWF wrestler Poe at his birthday party. Evans, through a prepared statement from the New Guard, said, 'Stan is still an integral part of the New Guard and we're working with him to make sure events like what happened this week no longer occur. Until that time Mr. Fulton will not be making any personal appearances or interviews. However, we'd like to state on the record that this in no way affects our unity as a team going into War Games this weekend. We intend to make all five of our opponents, especially LD Williams and Danny Taylor, suffer.'
"Requests for further comments by the New Guard were rebuffed.
"That's it for now. Territorial Beatings 7 comes your way LIVE on pay-per-view tomorrow night at 8:00 PM Eastern Time, 7 o'clock Central. Check your local cable or satellite provider for how to order.
"I'm Marty O'Neil for OOWF Newsbreak. Have a great night everyone."
Graphics on the bottom of the screen read: All OOWF programming, talent names, images, likenesses, slogans, wrestling moves, trademarks, logos and copyrights are the exclusive property of OOWF Wrestling, LLC and its subsidiaries. All other trademarks, logos and copyrights are the property of their respective owners. ©2012 OOWF Wrestling, LLC. All Rights Reserved.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:10:39 GMT -5
(Wyatt is on the phone angrily talking with his assistant)
No, my love, I don’t give a rats ass that it’s a Saturday afternoon. I want you to get the attorneys on the phone. This was the most screwed up deal that we’ve ever gotten into. First, they totally blow off our promotional mention during Midweek Mayhem. Second, now that I’ve called them out on that and pointed out that they have a psychopath on their payroll that’s going to kill someone, now I’m considered a stalker, just because another great athlete may be targeted. Funny, if I mentioned that Mr. Mann could die going against Mr. Quinn tomorrow night, that would be OK. But because Mrs. Darling is a WOMAN, and has been way off her form lately, I’M a stalker, not a former professional wrestler. What do they want, Jerry Lawler talking about Mrs. Darling’s puppies?
But tell the lawyers to let Mr. O’Neill know that another performance like he pulled this afternoon, and I’ll sue the toupee off his head.
Third, I want you to...what? Yes, get the call...
Calling international long distance and I get put on hold. This better be good...
Yes, My love. Oh really? Well tell her I won’t see her until tomorrow just before the Pay Per View at the earliest. No, I’m not where the pay-per view is being held. I’m in Montreal. There’s not a single place in that Gods-forsaken place to rent. Honestly, I have no clue why they booked the Pay Per View there...I had to rent a charter to fly me in just before the pay-per-view, then to pick me up afterwards. Probably three Eskimos and a polar bear, plus whoever else is silly enough to fly in. Sometimes I think Fulton is right. Oh she did? Something about us fattys threatening lawsuits....Little Miss “Year Without Rain” will find she’s ripped off more than lyrics if she’s not careful. No, I still have the utmost respect for her husband. Mr. al-Tikriti is a hell of an athlete...
Oh, who else called? Oh, HER, tell Kay where I am and that I owe her dinner. That last mess was my fault. Besides, you know that writing dialogue in other people’s characters is a bitch. OK love, don’t expect to hear from me until I get out of the Frozen Tundra and back to Civilization...or at least to Atlantic City. Yes, Trump owes me a few nights after that stupid bet he made. Come on, New Jersey in the playoffs? Hell, even the Jazz made it. Yes my love, I’ll be careful. Oh you DID find it on the map. See what I mean? It’s in too desolate of a place to be considered Isolated. Talk to you later, love. Lab kita.
Wyatt hangs up the phone
...and they want to know where the hell is Beto Junction....
The phone rings
Yes. Who’s here? Kay? Sure, send her up, and have Room Service sent up a chilled bottle of Korbel Brut with three glasses and a dinner menu. How about Pinot Noir? Thunderbird? Just send up a bottle of house wine with three glasses and the dinner menu then....thank you.
Wyatt hangs up the phone
Damn if Fulton’s still not right....
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:11:31 GMT -5
<an OOWF jobber is walking the halls, let’s make it Sim Sebow. Sim is walking minding his business, when he falls forward, nearly out cold. The camera pans up and we see Moose standing behind him with a chain wrapped around his fist and a vacant look in his eyes. Moose grabs Sebow and flips him over and HAMMERS him in the face with punches, opening several cuts on Sebow’s face. Moose loops the chain around Sebow’s throat and drags him down the hall. Moose kicks the door to the Stairwell of Extreme Violence open and drags Sebow in. He pulls him to his feet and lands a HEARTPUNCH that sends a bloody Sebow down the first flight of stairs to the landing. Moose slowly makes his way down the stairs, kicks Sebow in the gut as he gets to his feet, lifts him in a suplex, then PLANTS him with a DDT! Moose loops the chain around Sebow’s throat and throws him over the railing. Sebow hits the floor hard, and Moose pulls the chain until Sebow is on his feet, then just a bit off the floor. Sebow struggles, but goes limp, blood spurting from his forehead. Moose casually walks down the stairs and looks into Sebow’s eyes, then pulls out a scalpel and carves MHJ into his chest. Sebow regains consciousness for a moment, and screams in pain, then passes out again. Moose unloops the chain from around his neck, wraps it around his feet and hangs him again upside down. Sebow hangs there like a slab of meat and Moose walks back down the stairs and looks at him, then kicks him in the head for good measure. Moose takes a seat just behind Sebow, takes off the DDT title and lays it on the ground under Sebow’s head, where his blood drips onto the title. Moose watches it for a moment, then speaks>
……baptized in blood. Stank…….you have said over and over again that you just cannot tolerate me listening to Him. You have said over and over again that He will do nothing but lead me to my demise. You have told everyone who will listen that you will kill me to get rid of Him. I don’t understand you Stank. Ever since your debut in the OOWF in February 2005, our careers have been intertwined. In your fourth match in the OOWF, you and Lock teamed with me, and we defeated Beast, Attitude Adjuster and JW Westgaard. We have won tag team titles together and we have nearly beat one another to death. Nine times we have stood across the ring as foes. You have won twice, I have won twice. Five times the match got out of control and the referee threw the match out. You know me. You know who I am, Stank. You know what I do.
So, why is it then, when I try to do the right thing, when I try to control Him, why is it that you suddenly have a problem with me?
Do you remember February 2, 2011 Stank? Do you remember that? Three days before, at Dance of Death 7, I won the OOWF World Heavyweight title by beating Alexander Darling. I won that title because I fucking HATE Alexander Darling and I wanted him to fail. Do you remember what I did? I forfeited that title because you and I were the world tag team champions. Do you remember that Stank? Do you know what He wanted me to do? He wanted me to keep that title. He wanted me to use that title to bring all the sheep to me so I could slaughter them one by one. He wanted me to keep the title so I could go on a reign of terror that has never been seen before. He wanted the OOWF to be soaked in blood.
But I didn’t listen to Him. I didn’t listen to Him because that tag team, that meant something to me. I didn’t listen to Him, and I paid for it.
March 9, 2011, as punishment for not listening to Him…….He would not let me rest until I attacked GM the Rick. For that, I got suspended from the OOWF.
I took time off. He wanted me to come back. He wanted me to go to Japan and kill. He wanted me to exact revenge on everyone……but I didn’t listen.
I tried Stank…….I have tried. I ignore Him and bad things happen. I ignored Him and tried to let things go with Lisa. I tried to just team with Eco and let things go. I tried. But then Lisa took Eco away, and He was pleased. He had plans for me, you see, and those plans did not include Eco. I WANTED TO BE NORMAL BUT HE WOULDN’T LET ME! HE SENT LISA TO TAKE WHAT I WANTED! WHAT MADE ME SANE!!! All……..all because He had a plan.
On February 29, 2012, I fulfilled his plan. I took the DDT title and said I would defend it against anyone at anytime. I said I would be a fighting champion. I said no bullshit, no backstage attacks, it all ended in the ring. In the ring, if you wanted my title, you had to make me submit, or beat me so badly that I couldn’t answer the ten count. Those were His rules Stank. I tried. I tried to be legit. I tried to prove that I was more than blood lust. I tried to prove that I was not only the most sadistic son of a bitch in the OOWF, but also the toughest bastard to ever lace up a pair of boots.
But that wasn’t good enough for you.
So Stank…..this is where we are now. This poor bastard hanging here bleeding? This was supposed to be you. He wanted me to hunt you down and make you bleed. He wanted me to hang you from the rafters and bathe in your blood.
But I didn’t listen to Him. I didn’t listen to Him because our friendship, that meant something to me. I didn’t listen to Him, and I will pay for it.
<Moose picks up the DDT title, which now has a pool of Sebow’s blood on it. Moose runs his hands across the title, covering them in blood. He looks at his hands, then shakes a little, then smears the blood all over his face and through his hair. Moose looks at the camera, and again looks tired and frazzled. The look in his eyes is similar to the 500 yard stare soldiers suffer>
Make no mistake about it Stank. I know doing this to you will not be easy. You are no Sim Sebow. But I didn’t listen to Him…….and I will pay. The question is…….which of us will pay more? I tried Stank……but it wasn’t enough for you.
……..we are the Five. We are the only Five. Tomorrow………there will be four.
Trust me
<Moose gets to his feet and walks out of view dragging the DDT Title behind him. The camera focuses on a badly bleeding, unconscious Sim Sebow hanging there like a slab of meat, and we fade to black>
[Edited on 4-29-2012 by mooseheadjack]
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:11:57 GMT -5
**Back in the Destroyitarium, the strategy session continues. L.D. Williams’ phone rings. He looks at it, and decides to answer.**
“Hello?…Yes Selena I…I know I did, but I got tied up….Yes, but I sent a replacement…Yes, I’m aware it was a talk show…Well, of course not - He’s a duck…No it probably didn’t make for a good interview…Actually, I imagine it made for very entertaining television…Yes ma’am, I’ll call them and reschedule.”
**As he hangs up, the Destroyitarium door bursts open and Stanley the duck storms into the room, quacking the equivalent of cursing a blue streak. He stops and glares at L.D., and then flaps onto the bar and drinks noisily from a bowl of whiskey DVD sets down.**
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 28, 2012 20:46:33 GMT -5
Wyatt is enjoying a peaceful dinner with Kayfabe
Did your mom tell you about that time in the bar in Sedalia Missouri where....
the phone rings
Hello? Oh my love, how are you? Yes, just having a discussion with the individual in charge of continuity for the OOWF. Yes, I used to work with her mom.
Oh she did? So what did Mrs. al-Tikriti have to say? She felt bad and sent a guest for Friday's show? But no one showed up. LD? Stanley?
Wyatt starts laughing heartily
Oh that explains the commotion in 2B. Yes, tell her if she wants to send LD by on Monday I'll be set up in the executive suite of Trump Tower, OK? Thanks, Lab Din Kita!
Wyatt hands up the phone and is still laughing...
We were doing our radio show in the same building a bunch of other television shows were taping on Friday. Sadly Stnaley never made it to our studio. But that explains the commotion on the Springer and Rachael Ray sets...Poor Stanley's tail feathers.
Anyway, the bar in Sedalia Missouri, these three truck drivers....
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 10:52:40 GMT -5
*Stank is driving a car. It is dark and raining and from inside we can see rain drops running along the driver side window as Stank speaks.*
Stank - Do you think you can deceive me Moose? You want to bring up Febrary 2, 2011... okay let's talk about that. Around that time your sister was in deep with that scumbag Ecosystem. You know... the motherfucker you decided to become partners with in order to be "sane" and to "let things go" with Lisa. And what had Lisa done? Oh yeah... at Juni's command she took Happy Deathbat and beat the shit out of you with it. You remember that? I do. It royally PISSED me OFF. I went to confront Trinity. I looked into your sister's eyes and I saw it.
I saw HIM.
I didn't know it at the time. At the time it didn't have a name... at least not one I associated with your sister.
It kind of unnerved me. HE wanted me to hit her. HE wanted me to take her out.
Well I don't answer to Him. And as it turns out neither does Lisa.
*Stank stops the car and shuts it off. He turns and looks at the camera as we hear rain fall splattering on the roof and hood of the vehicle.*
Stank - I saw something else in her eyes that day. She wanted out. She didn't want to be controlled by Him, Eco, or anyone else.
I don't see that in you Moose. It's... understandable considering...
*Stank reaches in the footwell of the passenger side of the car and picks up an umbrella. He sees that the umbrella is broken and decides to leave it where it is.*
Stank - It's never been about what's been enough for me, Moose.
*Stank stares out the windshield as rain obscures the view.*
Stank - It's about what's enough for you.
*The big man turns his head and looks out the driver's side window.*
Stank - You remember where you went afterwards? After you got out of medical the night Lisa attacked you? Let me remind you.
*Stank exits the car out into the pouring rain. We see him in front of an old burned out house. He walks up to the burned building and walks through an entrance where the door has fallen in. The INC follows as Stank walks through the burned wreckage of the house and kicks old debris out of his way. Stank picks his way down a short hall and comes across two bedrooms and looks in each one, lingering on the second one for a moment as a thunderclap roars in the distance. He heads back through the hall and walks through a hole in the wall into the backyard. He stands there for a moment, then looks at an old, dead tree, that still has a rope hanging from it.*
Stank - You know this place Moose.
*Stank walks over to the dead tree. The rain has stopped, but thunder continues to roll.*
Stank - I don't like that I'm here. I know it's a violation... but I'm trying to wake you up, Moose. A last ditch effort before our match Sunday... because after Sunday there is no turning back.
*Stank scans the tree and finds what he is looking for. A rusty locket hangs at waist level from the tree. Stank retrieves the locket and opens it. A washed out picture of Lisa and Jack Quinn when they were kids is revealed. Stank closes the locket and stares at the tree.*
Stank - This is where it happened isn't it, Moose? Not long before the pictures in this locket were taken, this is where it happened.
*Stank stares at the dead tree some more, and notices at its base, a piece of board which was a part of the seat of the swing which used to hang here. The board juts up out of the ground like a tombstone. Stank then turns to look at the burned out house.*
Stank - So much death and decay.
*Stank pockets the locket and heads back through the house to the front where his car is parked.*
Stank - You left here that night Moose determined that you were NEVER going to let HIM go. I'm certain you haven't the slightest clue what not letting him go ultimately means.
Well I'm going to show you and I want HIM front and center when I do. Because once it's done... once I take that blood soaked title from you.
You will know.
Everyone will.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 10:53:11 GMT -5
Wyatt is in his hotel room in Montreal. He is watching OOWFTV on Demand, and is watching the videos that Lucky found. It is obvious that Wyatt is very shaken by what he has seen
Ned: They both bleed. And Thursday night, He will make sure that your heroes never walk out of that ring alive.
Nancy: He wants them dead. They’re dead.
Wyatt: I...never saw that...before tonight...my staff...my former staff....destroyed all the tapes after the inquest. Masters, copies, matches, everything. It was as if they...knew...what I would see.
The people you see there, those are not the people that I knew as Nancy and Ned Neal. Just a couple of years earlier the three of us, Nancy, Ned, and I were business partners, and sociable outside the ring. But then he...changed. They say that it was probably post-concussion syndrome. But it was happening before that. Some people tire of playing the heavy, but it was like he was...being taken over by it. And when Beth came in she shot right to the top. As a rookie she had IT. Talent, charisma, strength, speed, skill. One hundred and twenty five pounds of solid steel.
The film, well, that was shot for me by a close personal friend. It was supposed to be a remembrance of the day I asked Beth to marry me. Instead... He told me it had been lost. Apparently it wasn't lost well enough. That was the day that the light went out of my life for a long time. I was in a very alone place..I … the pain she felt...then it was gone.
Mr Mann, look into those eyes. Look in that ring. This is a totally different Jack Quinn you face. For he has embraced HIM in a manner just like the Neals.
And just like the Neals, Mr Quinn will have no problem using every last ounce of his own strength – and HIS, to destroy you too.
Remember, Mr. Mann, everyone bleeds, everyone dies. HE lives for blood, pain, and death. If HE can convince Mr Quinn to end you, then the bloodlust that will unleash on the OOWF will be devastating. On the other hand, if you end Mr Quinn, that will cause a whole new form of bloodlust to rain down on the OOWF.
It may not seem like much of an offer, Mr Mann, but if you desire the advice or counsel of a broken down, out of shape wrestler about to turn 58 years old, I'm here. All you have to do is ask.
Choose carefully, Mr Mann. You face that ultimate question. The Lady or the Tiger. Which door do you open, and what do you unleash.
Wyatt turns back to the video, hearing Nancy Neal say again, He wants them dead. They’re dead. Wyatt is shaken to the core as we.....
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 10:54:08 GMT -5
Cut to a shot of Crowing, sitting in front of a laptop. Crowing: Hi there, OOWF Universe. I could cut a promo here about my ongoing issues with the New Guard. The way Mai betrayed me, the never quite resolved issue with Sparxx, the fact that I owe Folz, Evans and Fulton for some a laundry list of sneak attacks, beatdowns and intereferences but that's all old news. Instead, I'll remind you that I've been training hard, working with my colleagues in the Destroyatarium - a place I never thought to find myself welcome in - to do the best thing for the OOWF and break the New Guard stranglehold forever. Now I'm chilling out, relaxing before the bloodshed that will come tonight with some of my favourite music. He presses play and we see a playlist of metal classics appear on the screen as Metallica's "For Whom The Bell Tolls" starts playing... youtu.be/22W38jJk81sCrowing: New Guard. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for you. Quote me. |
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 14:08:43 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams in the hallway or random encounters.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, but can I get your thoughts on the escalating conflict between Moosehead Jack and Stank?”
LDW: “Moose and Stank are two of the my best friends. They’re both doing what they believe they need to and, ironically enough, they’re both trying to do what’s best for Moose. I have an opinion, and I have a preference as to how it plays out, but I don’t see that anyone gains from me discussing it publicly. I just hope they both live to tell the tale.”
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 16:44:53 GMT -5
It is very late at night before the pay per view. Stanley the Duck is inexplicably waddling through the halls. The INC follows him around, at duck level. Due to the shortness of his legs, it takes forever but finally, at the end of a secluded hallway, there is a door that is partially ajar. Stanley opens it a bit more with his bill and goes in. The camera angle changes, and we see he's not the only one in the room.
Stanley: *quack quack*
Opus: *waddle waddle flap*
Shotglass: *yip yip.
Humphry: *honk honk honk*
Stanley: *quack quack*
Damballah: *hissssssssssssssssssssssss*
Opus: *flap flap waddle flap flap flap*
Shotglass: *yip yip....pant pant.....yip yip yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip*
The animals are all interrupted by Justin Sane walking into the room.
JS: Hey...anyone in here got five bucks?........no?........fine.
Justin Sane leaves. The animals look at each other for a minute and then go back to....
Stanley: *quack quack quack quack quack*
Ayida: *ssssssssssssssssssssss*
Smokey: *Meoooooooooooow"
Spiros: *arf arf arf arf....grrrrrrrrarf*
Humphry: *honk honk bark bark honk*
Opus: *Flap. flap waddle flap*
Spiros/Shotglass: *arf yip yip grrr yip arf*
Stanley: *quack*
All of the animals nod, and then one by one they hop, waddle, slither, or walk back to their respective owners.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 29, 2012 17:42:24 GMT -5
The next morning, Wyatt Cox arrives at the Apex Hill Civic Center, talking as usual on his cell phone.
WC: No, my dear, I got a message from Mrs. al-Tikriti that she had set up a hospitality suite for me and....I'll have to call you back.
Wyatt shuts the phone down as he steps into the suite, and sees that it is not GM the Selena there, but Firewoman instead. Firewoman smiles.
FW: Have a seat, Wyatt. I can call you that, right? Every time I say "Mr. Cox" Selena giggles.
WC: I suppose, Mrs--
FW: Look, this goes a lot better if you don't call me that. Firewoman is fine.
WC: I thought you were getting better about that.
FW: Better, but not quite there yet. Please...do sit down.
Wyatt hesitates, and then has a seat.
WC: You know...you could have just invited me yourself.
FW: That is way less fun. It was worth the look on your face alone. So, tell me, Wyatt. Did you really think that I don't know who Beth Banner is? I IDOLIZED her. And for whatever reason, I didn't make the connection between you as her partner then, despite the same name.
WC: So when--
FW: After you showed up at our show. As I told Alex, I know how Google and Wiki works.
WC: Then why....you must know why I'm so concerned about--
FW: Let me put your concerns to rest. If you're the fan you think you are, you know I'm no stranger to the physical dangers in the ring. I've been on both sides of some very .... nearly tragic match endings. I'm not afraid of what comes after this world.
WC: I get that. But, you've watched "The Rise and Fall of Trinity." Did you see what that did to your husband? Your brother?
FW: My brother barely cared. He thought it was all a joke. And...well, yeah, Alex was not good....but he would have been fine, eventually.
WC: Oh right...your 'dream' sequences from Christmas.
FW: That and...that's just who he is.
WC: Your disregard for others is....well, probably part of His influence.
FW: *batistalaugh* Look, I'm not going to discuss Him with you.
WC: I won't report you to your shrink. But I do want to indicate that His lust for violence and love of chaos is not contained just by you in the ring. Or anywhere else. So what if He claims someone else instead? What if it's Moose. Or Alex....
Firewoman's eyes grow cold.
FW: Then ... I will handle it.
WC: Beth thought she could handle--
FW: Look...Wyatt....Have a nice time tonight. Alex and I are fine. We're in the ring with three other teams, two of which don't like us very well, but none of whom want to kill us, so while you're concern is appreciated, it's misplaced. And irrelevant.
WC: But your brother--
FW: Has made it very clear that my help or concern is not wanted or needed.
WC: *sighing in frustration* You don't see the parallels? The similarities? The--
FW: No, no I don't.
WC: But He--
FW: *slamming her hand down on the table* You may think you understand Him but you don't. And you can't. Not unless you have him in your head, twenty four hours a day, keeping you awake, barging into your dreams......
WC: No, I don't, but--
FW: But nothing. I don't need or want you to save me.
WC: That's not--
FW: In fact, if you take a look into the history, you'll find that people who try to save me don't tend to last long.
Firewoman gets up shoving the table as she does, and storms out. Wyatt shakes his head, as if he's just relived a conversation he's already had with someone else. He's started when Firewoman comes back and bends down behind him to talk into his ear.
FW: It's been lovely chatting with you. If you keep harassing me, or any of my family, with your obsessions, you'll regret it.
Firewoman leaves for real this time and slams the door.
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