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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:11:51 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem – Night of Champions
Live! From Atlantic City, New Jersey
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Stan Fulton
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Ghosthead
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Rabbit Mask vs. Crowing
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
The Flyin’ Hawaiians & Chris Evans vs. Phoenix Rising & Danny Taylor
OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title Match[/u]
Stank vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Comrade Sharkoff
JP Sparxx & Mai Muyo vs. El Lobo Sangriento & Psykle
Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Bennett Sinatra
Card subject to Donald Trump combover
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:12:39 GMT -5
<GM Selena rushes to the hospital after the show, she stops at the nurse’s station> GMS: I need to see Moosehead Jack…..errr……Jack Quinn Nurse: I’m afraid he’s gone GMS: He’s………what? He didn’t ……….make it? <GM Selena appears to be on the verge of tears> GMS:……..uncle Moose………I can’t believe he’s……….dead Nurse: Dead? No, I mean he’s gone, he left. Checked himself out a few hours ago GMS: WHAT? But they said he was in REALLY bad shape? Nurse: Oh, he was, he could barely walk. Every doc here said he should stay, but Mr. Quinn wouldn’t listen to them, he demanded the release papers and signed a waiver freeing us from ALL repercussions. GMS: <processing the information> You let………a man…….who was damn near DEAD……..walk out of the hospital? Nurse: He signed a waiver. He demanded to be let go, legally, we can’t keep him GMS: <snapping>WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ASS BACKWARD SHITHOLE IS THIS? Nurse: This is Nunavut. I think you are mispronouncing it GMS: Shut up skank. Ok, let me think <Selena paces for a minute> Ok, we are in some godforsaken hellhole, in the middle of frozen asshole Canada……..he couldn’t have got very far…….right? Nurse: Well……he left here hours ago, the fairy to Quebec ran not long after he left……..once he got to Quebec…….he could be anywhere by now! GMS: YOU STUPID……….did he SAY where he was going? Nurse: No……….he said he was going to talk to him, and left. He said something wasn’t right, and he needed to settle a score…….then left. I have no idea where he went GMS: DAMMIT! <GM Selena storms off and whips out her cell phone and makes a call> GMS: Fire, this is Selena…….have you heard from your brother?..........no, I didn’t think so…..no, don’t worry, it’s nothing……..no……..ok, fine……he left the hospital…….yeah, I know……..I KNOW! Ok, if you hear anything, let me know, thanks <Selena hangs up and makes another call> GMS: LD, GM Selena…….have you heard from Moose? No? Dammit. No, he left the hospital…….yeah he was. Yeah, it was. That’s Moose. I know. Look, if you hear anything from him, let me know. Thanks. <Selena flips her phone shut in frustration, then pulls it out and makes one more call> GMS: Stankie……Selena. Have you heard from Moose? No, he is not here. I know he SHOULD be, but he’s not. They said he just left. I KNOW THAT…….look, if you hear from him, please let me know. Ok, bye. <Selena takes a deep breath then makes her final call> GMS:…….yeah………this is Selena…….we have a problem…….Moose checked himself out of the hospital………no one has any idea where he went……….yeah, I know, after what went down, I have no idea what he might do, he was hurt pretty bad, we need to find out where he went <Selena hangs up, clearly frustrated and we fade to black> <just so everyone knows, Moose is going to be gone for a month or so, no one should have any idea where he is> |
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:13:12 GMT -5
GM Selena arrives back at her office. She walks in the door & tosses her phone on her patent leather couch. As she turns the light on, her desk chair spins around, scaring her half to death.
GMSa-T: Oh! gosh! DON'T DO THAT!
Noelani is in her chair, playing with a pen.
Noe: We need to talk.
GMSa-T: I'm so not in the mood for your crap, Lani. Outta my chair!
Noelani gets out of Selena's chair and sits on the desk as Selena plops down into her chair.
GMSa-T: Thanks for getting it nice and warm though, but still. Make it quick, I wanna call Omar.
Noe: Fine, I can make it short and sweet. Tonight's match was total crap.
GMSa-T: Hey! I came up with that match! You shut your pie hole!
Somewhere, the Kai laughs at that.
Noe: Well your match was flawed.
GMSa-T: My match was AWESOME.
Noe: Yeah, so awesome. Texpress gets to lose and become champs, while we got pinned once, just like them, and that's it. No second chance unlike them. Do I need to make some calls and push this?
Selena sits back in her chair and is uncomfortably quiet.
GMSa-T: So...what do you want?
Noe: I want a title shot, lolo.
Selena stands up so she's eye to eye with Noelani.
GMSa-T: I know what "lolo" means remember?
Noe: So don't be lolo, and give us what we deserve.
GMSa-T: I've taken so much crap for "giving you what you deserve" already.
Noe: We got screwed!
GMSa-T: You're used to it!
Noelani slides off the desk and a catfight seems imminent.
Noe: So, is this your way to curry favor with everyone? Screw us at the end?
GMSa-T: I don't want any curry.
Noe: Focus lolo!
Selena rears back to slap Noelani, but stops herself and takes a deep breath. She forces herself to have a zen moment, then opens those big beautiful eyes with a gleam in them.
GMSa-T: Fine. You're right. You'll get your title shot in the near future after we work out some commitments on the card. I'll even make it Kai and Aina's specialty. A Volcano Match.
Noe: I'm glad you're seeing things my way.
Noelani turns to leave.
GMSa-T: Didn't Texpress beat Kai and Aina in the volcano match they previously had? Aina got burned right?
Noelani turns around slowly. The catfight look is back.
GMSa-T: Be careful what you wish for.
Noelani glares at Selena before turning to leave again.
GMSa-T: Oh. One more thing. Since you came to me so nicely?
Noelani turns around once again.
GMSa-T: If Kai and Aina don't win? Their title chase? It'll be on ice for a while. All thanks to you and that lovely personality of yours.
Noelani's clinching her fists.
GMSa-T: Now, go on and remember. Smile for the camera. Now GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Noelani continues to glare at Selena as she backs out of the office. Selena plops back down into her chair and puts her feet up.
GMSa-T: ...lolo.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:13:36 GMT -5
A note is on the door of Firewoman's lair:
Dear Mrs...Dear Firewoman:
Thank you for our conversation earlier this evening. It proved a lot to me.
First, it proved that your HIM – whoever it is – is not the same one that took Beth from this world. After being challenged like that, it would not have been able to resist the temptation to finally, after inflicting so much pain on me for years, to take what was left of me.
Second, thank you for knowing, remembering, and honoring my Beloved. Knowing that you were a wonderful fan and appreciated her work, well, she isn't really dead if you remember her, is she?
Finally, one thing I want to share with you. It's one more thing that should amaze you about her and something that we never told anyone. You see, I heard Beth scream that night, but no one else could. An accident in high school rendered her deaf and dumb. She couldn't hear, she couldn't speak. That's why she never left our promotion. Only one person could communicate with her, and that was me. Much like you can communicate with people like Danny Taylor and Opus, she spoke to me and I spoke to her, wordlessly. When she discovered we could talk, she would go on for hours and hours. It was that connection that convinced me that we should be together forever. In fact, that is probably why she died.
You see, Ned Neal was Nancy Neal's brother. And Nancy Neal was my ex-wife. She wanted me back, and she blamed Beth for her lack of a push, for me not wanting her back, for all the wrong reasons.
Now you know the whole story, something no one, not any dirt sheet, not any fan, has ever known. She died not just because of HIM, but because of me. I bear that burden the rest of my life. I heard her wordless screams in my head until Nancy crushed her skull. Her screams fill my nightmares. To this day I wish they had gotten me too.
I will talk to Mrs al-Tikriti and see if given the atmosphere, that they want to cancel our promotional agreement so that I will not be a distraction.
I do want to mention two things in parting, not as a journalist, but as a former competitor and admirer.
First, you husband is a fabulous performer, but there is someone with whom you would mesh perfectly, if you would just let it happen.
Second, there are things that I taught Beth to do that would make you unstoppable and make your six-pack reign a certainty, if not a double six pack. Old guys do know a thing or two. Whether you take advantage of your idol's original trainer is up to you. But the offer is there, anytime.
The pleasure in meeting you is all mine. Thank you for understanding. If it is any consolation, I am glad that your HIM isn't mine.
You know how to get in touch with me. In a way, you always have.
All The Best,
Wyatt
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:13:59 GMT -5
A Bugatti comes screaming up to the front of the Apex Hill Medical Center. The car is barely stopped before she's out of it. Alexander tosses the keys to the valet.
AD: If there's a scratch on it, you have to deal with her.
The valet nods in terror, and carefully drives off with it. Alexander sprints to catch up.
AD: Look, Selena said he wasn't here so I don't know why--
FW: Why you didn't let me drive? I could have gotten here in--
AD: Or wrapped us around a pole, in your state.
They walk towards the ER, where Poe, Stank, and LD are gathered. LD and Poe are there to check on both their comrades. Stank is heavily bandaged. Lucky is there too, having gone right after Moose's match. Firewoman looks around until she spies them, or more specifically, Stank. She makes a beeline for him.
LDW: Uh, Lucas...you may want to--
P: Lioness is here.
S: *sigh* I figured....Not like she doesn't have a reason.
Firewoman breaks through Alexander trying to hold her back. Lucky yells her name, but she doesn't hear him for a change, and walks up to Stank. She stares daggers into him, but under the rage, there's a touch of anguish he has a hard time dealing with, until she does actually force him to look away for just a second.
FW: You and I have things to discuss.
S: Yes....I suspect we do. I can't say that I blame you, Fire, but it didn't have to--
FW: I will deal with you later. Who's in charge here?
The staff kind of looks at each other but basically goes about their business. Firewoman looks around at their inattention, then finds a tray of clangy things, picks it up, and throws it against the wall, the sound echoing down the hallway. This does attract some attention.
FW: Allow me to ask again....WHO THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE HERE?
FS: I...I am the floor supervisor. And you are?
Firewoman smiles at this, then grabs him by the lapels and launches him against the wall. Stank makes a move to stop her, but one look from her suggests he may not want to do that, and he decides that's probably best.
FW: Good. Then maybe you can explain to me how you let a man with massive head trauma and who knows what internal injuries SIGN HIMSELF THE FUCK OUT?
FS: Well, legally...
FW: Legal my ass. Why is it when people need to keep me confined, we can come up with all sorts of justifications for THAT--
P: Behavior like this?
FW: --but when someone with a head injury, who might not be thinking so clearly, is allowed to make a complicated legal decision like whether he should be able to deny further medical care, without even a call to his next of kin?
FS: Well, he...um....
FW: And where did he go? Did he get into a cab? What was the cab company? What is their phone number?
FS: I'm sorry Ms. Darling...I just don't have....
FW: Think carefully about how you want to answer that.
FS: I um....We can look at the security video and see if we can get some information that way.
FW: Fine. I am going to give you five minutes to get some kind of answer for me. Lucky?
L: Yeah, boss?
FW: Go with him and make sure he doesn't screw it up.
L: You got it.
FW: And ... Lucky...call--
L: Already on it, boss.
Lucky makes calls to who knows which of Fire's shadier connections as he follows the floor supervisor. Fire turns and looks at everyone there, skipping over Stank for the moment.
P: I can do what I can to find him, Fire, but it was really hard to find you.
FW: Well, I wasn't gone of my own free will, you had to deal with Ecosystem's smoke screens. Besides, Moose always sucked at hide and seek. We could always find him.
AD: We who?
FW: *momentarily distracted, like she's remembering something but can't quite see it* Um...I guess....the kids in the neighborhood.
AD: You guys never played with them. They were scared of you.
FW: Naw, there was one kid who hung out with us....but.....I dunno, I can't remember now.
S: Fire....I'm....
FW: Stank....not now....
AD: Since we're here, and since you refused medical, how 'bout getting your forehead checked out. Guys, if Lucky comes back let him know where we are.
They nod. Poe is on his phone as well. Fire nods somewhat reluctantly, and allows Alex to lead her to a gurney to sit on.
AD: You know he'll be fine.
FW: He's kind of all I have, Alex...
AD: Gee, thanks--
FW: No, not like that....look, you have like a million siblings...I just have him. Even though he hates me--
AD: He doesn't....he thinks he does, but he doesn't.
FW: He's the one person on the planet I've known my entire life. He's always been there. What if.....look, can we get rid of the ninja cams for a bit?
AD: Sure...
Alexander pulls the curtains around the gurney, blocking the INCs, so they FAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:14:22 GMT -5
*A heavily bandaged Lucas Mann stares at Alex while he closes the curtain around himself and Firewoman. Stank's knee throbs and a sharp pain from the bandaged area where Moose embedded a scalpel pulses with each heartbeat. A doctor approaches Stank with a pill bottle and some papers for him to sign.*
Doctor - You should probably stay off your feet for awhile to give your knee some time to heal. These are antibiotics. We need to watch for staph. Sign this and we're done.
*Stank takes the clipboard and signs the document releasing him from the doctor's care. He never takes his eyes off of where Alex and Firewoman are. LD Williams puts a hand on his shoulder.*
LDW - Give her some time.
*The doctor then hands LD some pain medication and papers for him to sign. LD receives the items as Stank speaks.*
Stank - She can have all the time she needs. I'm not apologizing for anything because I have nothing to apologize for.
Poe - I doubt she sees it that way.
*Stank smirks for a brief second, then looks sullen.*
Stank - I was going to drive Moose through all that wreckage knowing full well it might kill him. I had him up and my knee gave way. Almost ended up killing him anyway, but the son of a bitch survived.
*Stank flashes a small grin.*
Stank - Gotdamn tough as shit bastard.
LDW - Why are you smiling?
Stank - Progress... for the first time in years maybe, Moose is finally awake.
Poe - Or lying in a ditch somewhere close by, passed out from blood loss.
*Stank and LD give Poe a look.*
Poe - What? We're all thinking it.
Stank - I... I hope not.
*There is a brief moment of silence as Poe begins to make a few calls. LD Williams looks thoughtful before speaking.*
LDW - Did you hear the name Moose was calling out?
Stank - Yeah.
*Stank looks over at the curtain where the Darlings are.*
LDW - ... ... You don't think-
Stank - I don't know Billy Dee. Jack never told me.
LDW - He's never mentioned that name before? He never told you?
Stank - No. You?
LDW - No... What about Omar?
*Poe has his cellphone up to his right ear, but he has been dividing his attention between the person on the other end and the conversation between Stank and LD. At LD's question, Poe stares at the both of them and shakes his head "no".*
LDW - We should find him.
*Poe mouths the words "I'm working on it." as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:14:58 GMT -5
~~~ Selena opens her office door and flips on the light. She takes one step and then jumps as her chair spins around. This time, Bridgette is the one seated in it. ~~~
GMtSa-T: Ahhhh! Will you people stop doing that?
~~~ Bridgette gets up and lets Selena have her chair behind the desk. She stands against the wall ~~~
Bridgette: We have business to discuss
GMtSa-T: What now? You got your way, and now you got your titles....
Bridgette: Championships
GMtSa-T: WHATEVER!
Bridgette: Heres the thing. I saw Noleani's comments. And you know what, shes right. Although the match itself was great, the one fall to the finish wasn't. I want Kai and Aina to have a Championship Opportunity as soon as you can schedule it.
GMtSa-T: Wait... What?
Bridgette: I'm serious. When the Hawaii'ans were champions, they hid behind a match stipulation for months. Like that one, this stipulation wasn't negotiated or agreed to, it was imposed upon the participants.
Chad and Zane refuse to stoop to such lows. If Kai and Aina want a shot, they can have it. And if they want a Volcano Match, that's just fine too.
GMtSa-T: Seriously?
Bridgette: Texpress refuses to duck anyone for any reason. We will defend these championships against anyone, anytime, anywhere.
And consider this an official request. championship matches every week. None of this non-title nonsense.
GMtSa-T: I've about had it with your official requests.
Bridgette: Listen shug, All I am doing here is trying to do the right thing. It shouldn't be all that hard.
~~~ With that Bridgette heads out the door as we fade... ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:15:20 GMT -5
*Fade in to the OOficial OOWF Interview Area, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WAITING~! for me to stop introducing him so he can start promoing…
ELS: Solid work there, Voiceover Guy.
VG: I aim to please.
ELS: Hey, kids. It’s your old pal Lobo. A few points to cover today:
1. Congrats to my Old Guard teammates Danny, LD, Crowing, and Psykle. That was a huge win last night. You should all be very proud.
2. Congrats to my old pals, The Texpress. Another championship win for two of the all-time greats. Well done.
3. A question for GM the Selena: isn’t a non-title match at Night of Champions sort of silly? Why not throw Sparxx and Mai and Psykle and I into the tag-title match? Make it a fatal fourway. It’s what the Wolfpack would want.
4. Just a reminder that “oWn: one Wolfpack nation” shirts are available in all sizes at local retailers across the globe.
5. And finally, whether it’s Psykle and I against Sparxx and Mai or we get added to the title match, a message to my opponents this week: prepare to get oWn-ed.
ELS: Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:15:48 GMT -5
<GM Selena settles down behind her desk, sighs and picks up the phone> GMS: I don’t care…….look, no one knows where he is, and we have a show to do…….yes I need a replacement NOW! We are a man down, and I need someone to wrestle, and the people deserve more than Mo Zouri vs. Kiwi Joo…… what do you mean you already sent one? Oh…….when? Well ok, I guess…… <Just then someone walks into the room and Selena just stares at him, her jaw dropping open> GMS: I think he is here…….gotta go <GMS hangs up the phone and stares, then finally speaks> GMS: Who……..or what…….are you? <the camera finally pans around and we see a guy wearing a sleeveless NASCAR shirt and jeans, carrying a duffel bag. He has long hair, stands around 6’2”, maybe 280 – 300 lbs> Man: Name’s Awesome Bill From Dawsonville <Selena continues to stare> GMS: Your name……..is Awesome Bill From Dawsonville ABFD: Yes ‘um, them boys from the OVOOWF told me you was lookin for a new rassler. Here I am GMS: You……can’t be serious ABFD: Yes ‘um <ABFD hands GM Selena a stack of papers, she reads over them and shakes her head> GMS: It says here you had an offer to play……”Ol Bill From Down Yonder Fishin’ Hole” in the local production of “This Here is Our Town, Yankees Go Home!” ABFD: Yes ‘um GMS: You uh…….you sure you don’t want to reconsider that? ABFD: No ma’am. While I did apprecinate the generous offer, actitizin’ is the tool of an idiot. I listen to my gut and my gut tells me that this wan’t no fit, but my heart says this could work and gut's a damn moron, so they get to carryin’ on and then my brain chimes in and saying I got to try my hand at the fast pace world of the OOWF . GMS: You sure you don't want to sleep on it? This is….uh……monetary opportunity…..in Georgia ABFD:: You wanna sleep forever? I said the OOWF! Oh, sorry bout that……sometimes I just get to carryin on…… <Selena doesn’t say anything but pulls out a stack of papers and starts writing> GMS: Ok, fine. I need your real name. I assume Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is not your birth name ABFD: No ma’am, birth name is Unknown Jardeen <Selena drops her pen and rubs her temples> GMS: Your name is…….Unknown ABFD: Yes ma’am GMS: <getting frustrated> HOW IS THAT EVEN A NAME? ABFD: I was named after my daddy, ‘cept, no one knew who my daddy was. Momma didn’t know who to put on that there birth certificate, so until she could hunt him down, she put Unknown. She never did find out, so I am Unknown Jardeen. GMS: <continuing to stare in disbelief> Ok, well, welcome to the OOWF then. You have a match Wednesday. ABFD: Outstandener than hell. <fade> |
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:16:09 GMT -5
FADE in on the New Guard Luxury Suites and Motorlodge. Standing over by the interview area is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Next to him is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.
MR: “I’ve been asked to speak on behalf of Stan Fulton.”
She holds up a piece of paper and begins to read from it.
MR: “Stan Fulton would like it known that he looks forward to this week’s Midweek Mayhem and his opportunity to regain his OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Though he knows that the World Championship rarely changes hands outside of the pay-per-views...”
Kayfabe, fresh from her lunch with Wyatt Cox, enters the room glaring at Fulton and Rodriguez.
MR: “Kay, you interfere here and I will cut you, bitch.”
Kayfabe backs out of the room, using the pointing at her eyes pointing at Fulton’s universal sign saying ‘I’m watching you.’
MR: “Continuing. Though the title isn’t likely to change hands this week, Mr. Fulton will enjoy the experience he started Sunday night of removing LD Williams’ shoulder from its socket. If he thinks John Cena was hurt Monday, that’s nothing as to what LD Williams will experience on Wednesday.
“In his ongoing attempt to find a gimmick, Mr. Fulton will entertain ideas as to what that next gimmick should be. Post ideas to Mr. Fulton’s Twitter account which is @crusherfulton.
“Finally, Mr. Fulton wants it known that he is very happy as a member of the New Guard and fully supports their cause and methods.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Rodriguez drops the paper as the TV lights dim.
MR: “Seriously? I flew in from Columbia for this? Can I go home now?”
SF: “No. I have a lot more for you to do. Here.”
Fulton hands her another piece of paper.
MR: “You really want me to call her now? You do realize she’s quite frazzled.”
SF: “Which is why now is the perfect time. Also, get everyone else together some time after Wednesday night. Next week we need to decide something.”
MR: “You really want to go through with this?”
SF: “It’s the only way. Oh, one last thing. Contact Awesome Bill from Dawsonville. See if he wants to hang out and watch the ‘Dega race on Sunday. I’ll buy the beer. Anyone named after my favorite NASCAR driver deserves at least a case.”
MR: “Alright.”
SF: “Listen. If you’re not happy with this arrangement I can release you from your employment.”
MR: “No, no. Just that I think what you’re planning could seriously backfire on you.”
SF: “We all take risks in this business. It’s time to risk more than just my health.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:16:37 GMT -5
We cut to Jaime McAllister and a very angry looking Matt Folz leaving a late lunch. Folz suddenly pauses.
MF: Hon, grab a mic.
JM (Shocked to actually be asked to do her job for the first time in 6 weeks): What?
MF (angrily): Grab.... A.... Fucking..... Mic.
A microphone and an Official OOWF promo banner appear in the background as they always seem to do.
JM: Hi fans, I'm Jaime McAll...
MF: Just hand me the motherfucker. Go to the car, I'll catch up with you in a moment and apologize to you later.
Jaime hands Matt the microphone and slinks off. The camera closes in on Folz to reveal a look of anger unlike any we've seen on him before.
MF: I'll make this short. Chris, Stan, JP, Mai and myself were absolutely screwed out of our deserved victory last night. We were absolutely dominating that match, showing everyone why we're the dominant stable in this industry, when our opponents broke our agreement not to have anyone else at ringside and rolled out an old washed up cripple to temporarily distract us. Now, I'd like to say this to anyone to thinks that this loss somehow broke the New Guard or somehow caused any animosity between us: It didn't. All last night did was make us angry. So I'd like to deliver this message to every caterer, every person on the ring crew, every manager, every bimbo SFJ, and especially every wrestler in this company: If you aren't with us, you're against us. And if you're against us and piss us off even slightly, May God have mercy on you because we sure as hell won't.
One last thing. Danny, distraction or not, you did make me tap out last night, and I give you credit for that. I admit that you've earned a shot at the Intercontinental Championship. But let me warn you that you're going to literally have to kill me to get this belt off me, I fucking promise you that you're not going to make me tap out again.
Folz throws the microphone down as we.... FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 19:37:37 GMT -5
**OOWF Arena**
Firewoman has somewhat calmed down and she’s standing by with her cellphone connected to her ear as she continues to yell at the great healthcare providers of Nunavet. Alex and Quorra walk into the screen and the Phoenix Rising banner drops down behind the three. Fire quiets down but it’s clear she’s still on the phone.
Quorra: I stand here with one of the unsuccessful teams from last night’s epic tag team title match that is already being called one of the best of the year.
Firewoman: *hanging up the phone in frustration* Who fucking cares what it’s being called. We lost. That’s all that matters.
Quorra: But you…
Alexander: No, Fire’s right, we fucking lost so nothing else matters. And I for one am getting really fucking tired of it.
Quorra: So what’s next then?
Firewoman: We stop losing. Period. Simple. Fact.
Quorra: That simple?
Alexander: Pretty much. We have to stop going into these matches against friends and allies and history and start realizing the very simple fact that everyone in the ring against else is an obstacle. Outside the ring, they can be whatever they, but inside the ring they are an opponent, an enemy and we have to start treating them as such.
Firewoman: Alex is right. No matter what has happened in the past with anyone we step into the ring with we have to stop letting it be a factor in the present. Deep down, we know we can beat any team in the world and we’ve shown glimpses of that.
Alexander: But the few times it has really mattered, we’ve failed.
Quorra: Failure is such a harsh word. The Texans, Hawaiians, Attitude Adjuster…those are some legendary names in tag team wrestling. You can’t expect to compete with them given their experience levels.
Alexander: We do expect to compete with them or else we’re in the wrong business.
Firewoman: Our goal is the Tag Team Titles. Anything less is a failure. And that’s the goddess’s honest truth. It’s time to show these OOWF Tag Teams that we can be bruised, we can be bloodied, and we can be beaten…but we will rise.
Alexander: Like a Phoenix, every single fucking time.
Firewoman: Because the truth is we are Phoenix Rising…
Alexander: And well, you’re just not.
Firewoman: And that sparkles with me.
Alexander: You just can’t let me get the last word…ever.
Firewoman: Ummm, nope. *smirks*
Alexander: *grrr*
**Fade**
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 30, 2012 21:27:53 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium, and see El Lobo and Danny Taylor enjoying a round. For the first time in a long time, they seem relaxed.
Lobo: It was good to see Jack again.
Danny nods in agreement.
Lobo: Will he be rejoining us on the road?
Danny shakes his head no, then points to his lower back.
Lobo: Still having nagging pain, well, at least for one night the New Guard got a taste of payback.
Danny smiles, and the two clink glasses. At this point DVD walks over and clicks on OOWF, conveniently Matt Folzes latest promo is playing. When it finishes, Vic cuts it off and looks over at Danny.
DVD: Hey Danny, how many submission moves did you learn during MMA training?
Danny looks deep in thought, and then starts counting off on his fingers. He runs out of fingers, looks at Vic and just shrugs and mouths the words a lot.
DVD: That's what I thought, tell you what, I will cut a deal with you. I will donate one thousand dollars of my paycheck to any charity of your choice for each submission move you can make Folz tap to.
Danny smiles and gives a thumbs up.
DVD: Now, let's have a round and celebrate, then tomorrow you boys need to find your partners for this week and get some strategy time in.
The three grab a fresh round as the scene
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:10:54 GMT -5
Wyatt is in a suite in Trump Taj Mahal. He looks out the window as he broadcasts his morning radio program
...and if anyone knows the whereabouts of Moosehead Jack or if you spot him, follow the link from our web site and report it to the OOWF. A lot of concerned people are worried and want to know that he is safe.
It's 39 minutes past the hour and I'm told that we have a special guest on the phone. Tomorrow night here in Atlantic City where we're broadcasting today's program from the Trump Taj Mahal Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, the OOWF's Midweek Mayhem television program will emanate live. The feature attraction, the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship will be decided as the young but very old school competitor, Stan Fulton faces off against a grizzled veteran, my guest at this time, LD Williams. Good morning Champ.
Silence on the line
Champ, are you there?
Quack
Stanley? Is that you?
Quack quack
Well folks it seems that instead of the champion, we have his best friend, Stanley. Stanley, do you want to tell us about your experience last week on the Jerry Springer Show?
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Very well, Stanley, I won't even ask you how things went with Rachael Ray and that Duck L'orange....
Quack Quack Quack Quack
OK Stanley, thanks for calling and give LD Williams our best as defends the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship against your namesake, former champion Stan Fulton tomorrow night on the OOWF's Midweek Mayhem, check local listings for the time and station.
Quack Quack Quack Quack
Absolutely, and give Opus and Shotglass our best. 41 minutes past the hour as American Sunrise Continues in a moment, live from the Trump Taj Mahal Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, on your favorite Radio Station.
A commercial begins playing
I can't believe I'm working in this aviary.....
Fade....
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:12:22 GMT -5
Firewoman is PACING~! in the Darling Luxury Suites, when there's a knock on the door. She opens it and Chad Madison is there, in his Cowboy Best.FW: Look if this is about the Superkicks, I don't want to hear it. War is war and-- CM: No, ma'am. *hat tip* This is about a certain bet we made. FW: Seriously? Now? Do you not know-- CM: I know, and I also know how you are. You'll wear yourself to a frazzle and you won't relax for a minute unless someone makes you. FW: *eyebrow raise and smile* Oh? And you think this'll do it? Cowboy Chad is gonna ride up on his horse and save little ol' me, the damsel in distress? CM: *in mock weariness* If I must....Besides, I wouldn't think you were the kind to welch out on a bet. FW: ... CM: ... FW: Fine. Ric's Sandwich Shop. Five minutes. timewarp
People are gathered and Firewoman makes her appearance wearing this as per their bet. There are whoops and hollers and whistles and Firewoman decides to really let herself have fun with it. She sashays around the room, to cheers, loudest of all from Chad. The frivolity continues until Firewoman turns around and finds herself face to face with Alexander, whose arms are folded across his chest. Frowning. Next to him is Zane and Bridgette, who are also less than pleased. AD: Hi. FW: Oh. Hi. AD: Having fun? FW: Um...wait...how do I answer this? AD: Honestly? FW: Then no...I mean...yes...I mean...kind of? AD: Zane, I think the bet has been fulfilled, don't you? ZM: Yes, I would say so. Chad walks sheepishly up to Zane and Bridgette. Zane jerks Chad to the side.ZM: Dangerous games you're playing, my friend. AD: Okay, folks...shows over. Everyone starts to walk away, and Texpress and Phoenix Rising do as well, going opposite directions, but not with out a dirty look exchanged between Chad and Alex.FW: Sorry...it was just fun and -- AD: Oh hell, I don't care. Just...let's not make bets with him anymore that involve...this stuff, okay? FW: You're cute when you're jealous. AD: I'm not. FW: Right. *sigh* Guess I'll get rid of this. AD: Um.... *looking up and down*....Or you could save it....I mean, I checked your holiday schedule, and it IS Beltane..... FW: That's right! It is! FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:13:10 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster walks into the Apex Hill, Nunavut, Canada, Memorial Hospital and Socialist Committee Meeting Hall.
AA: I’m here to see Honcho Williams.
Random Nurse (looking through her paperwork): We don’t have anyone here by that name.
AA: Wrestler. Came in Sunday night after the OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Double Elimination Match, at OOWF Territorial Beatings 7, Live! From Apex Hill, Nunavut Canada (cheap pop!). Really screwed up leg?
Nurse: We get three of those every time you guys show up here. One of them escaped Sunday night. Actually, we saw him leave but he was so screwed up mentally we just didn’t want him in here.
AA: That’s Moose.
Nurse: Not on my paperwork. I need his real name.
AA: Real name? You can’t ask me his real name! You already have his real name! ABUSE! OF! POWER!
Nurse: Are you done ranting? Or are you going to rip off your coat, throw it on the floor and elbow drop it like the crazy guy that was here last month?
AA: Hang on a second.
AA goes off to a corner and dials his cell phone. We hear one side of the conversation.
AA: Yeah, it’s Attitude Adjuster. Attitude. Adjuster. Your former tag team champion? Yeah, yeah, I know you’re never in any of my promos. Why don’t YOU ever promo, bitch! We all carry you, and you look like a broomstick! OK, OK. Fine. Look, I need to know Honcho Williams’ real name. Stop laughing! No, I don’t know his real name! I figured that was it. Like you knew Stank’s real name until three months ago. And what about that freak JP Sparxx? What’s his real name? Really? Are you shitting me? With TWO “x”s? What parents do that? Well, what about Psykle? That can’t be his real name. That’s what I thought. Wait, it’s what? Serious? That’s hilarious. Wow, I could feud over that. OK, look, I need Honcho’s real name. What? Really? Wow. I’m embarrassed to have tag teamed with him. OK, thanks.
AA turns back to the nurse.
AA: I’m here to see Erkle Dominique Wilkins-Kemp. Apparently he’s one of Shawn Kemp’s illegitimate sons.
Nurse: Room 3. Are you sure you want to keep going with this promo? It’s pretty long right now.
AA: Damn...
AA walks into Room 3 and finds Erkle Dominique Wilkins-Kemp…err, Honcho Williams...on a respirator, with a neck brace and Ribtape(tm) around his stomach. Neither leg is bandaged.
AA: How’s your leg?
HW: I think they amputated it. But if it’s not ripped off my body, I’ll be ready this Wednesday for OOWF MidWeek Mayhem – Night of Champions, Live! From Atlantic City, New Jersey (cheap pop!). Who are we facing?
AA: TexPress. But that doesn’t matter. Your leg is still there. In fact, it looks fine. Are you sure these are trained wrestling doctors?
HW: Definitely. They asked me what was wrong. I told them my leg was broken. So they put a neck brace on me, pulled me onto a stretcher by my legs then threw me into an ambulance, where Kane was waiting to set me on fire. Then Kevin Nash hit me with a sledgehammer.
AA: OK, as long as nothing weird happened. So you’re good for Wednesday?
HW: No problem.
AA: Good, because I suck as these hospital promos. I don’t know what to do if I’m not hitting you upside the head with a bedpan. Hey, just making sure. You signed your contract extension last month, right?
HW: Oh, wow. I forgot about that. When’s my contract expire?
AA: Yesterday.
HW: Oops.
AA: I don’t think we’re winning the titles Wednesday.
HW: I don’t think I’m leaving Atlantic City alive.
AA: It’s been good working with you.
HW: You too. When I’m future endeavored, can I take Former OOWF Tag Team Champion and DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion But Now Spokesman for The Great Canadian Bagel Restaurant #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast, with me?
AA: I’ll think about it.
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:13:38 GMT -5
<Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is walking down the hall carrying a brown bag when SFJNumbers Are Hard stops him> SFJNAH: I am Yolanda Esperanza Gomez Guadalupe Santiago De Los Christos here with OOWF newcomer Awesome Bill From Dawsonville. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville, Stan Fulton asked you to join him to watch the race this Sunday. What is your response? ABFD: Well hell yeah I'll watch the race with him! HELL YEAH! Did you see that sumbitch Dick Trickle? That boy is WILD! SFJNAH: Dick Trickle has been retired for ten years. ABFD: He has? Oh. Uhhhhhhh........BUCKSHOT JONES!! THAT BOY IS OUTSTANDENER THAN HELL! SFJNAH: Hasn't raced in over seven years. ABFD: You cuttin you eyes at me? SFJNAH: What? No......I am just....... ABFD: Lookey here, it's the weekend, it's time to get wilder than hell SFJNAH: It's Tuesday ABFD <running down the hall> CLOSE ENOUGH! <Awesome Bill From Dawsonville walks into the Destroyitarium> ABFD: I hear you boys like to PAR-TAY! You mind if I join you in some adult imbibulations? LD: Sure, why not, pull up a chair. What's in the bag? ABFD: This right chere is Pine Cone Party Liquor LD: I see ABFD: <laughing> not for long you won't <fade> |
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:14:10 GMT -5
Reporter: Rabbit Mask, got time for a few quick questions?
RM: Not really, I'd rather do something important, like shit-talk Crowing.
R: You think that's more important than discussing the way you defeated Ghosthead at Territorial Beatings 7?
RM: Ghosthead? He's old news, guy. I dropped him on his head and pinned him.
R: You grabbed the tights, and...
RM: And knocked him out cold. Broke his freakin' neck.
R: I... don't think....
RM: Was that all your questions? Like I said, important things...
R: No, sorry... uh, so how do you plan on defeating Crowing at MidWeek Mayhem? He's a former Onslaught Champion, in fact, he held the title before you beat...
RM: Yea, whatever. Look, I'm gonna drop him on his head, just like I did to Ghosthead. These questions aren't fun, they aren't challenging. Nothing here is really challenging to me anymore. Sometimes it's difficult being the best wrestler in the world. And by difficult, I mean easy.
R: Best wrestler...
RM: Important things, guy. I'll see you around.
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:14:58 GMT -5
FADE in on The Crusher Stan Fulton, working out at the New Guard 24-Hour Gymnasium and Smoothie Hut. The weight he’s lifting on the bench press is ... impressive. He finishes, waves away his spotter and towels off, turning to face the elliptical machines, though the ninja-cam is over by the treadmills.
“Hi, LD. I know we didn’t get a lot of time to talk on Sunday, what with Chris and Matt and myself trying to pulp your shoulder, but I wanted to take a quick minute to discuss our match tonight.
“Night of Champions. Sounds impressive. Sounds like no title changes.”
Kayfabe charges into the room from her Zumba class and Fulton snaps the sweaty towel he’s holding directly into her eyes when she closes. She stumbles back, trying to get the salty sweat out of her burning eyes, and falls over the exercise bikes and gets her neck caught in a chain (this must be a very old model). OOWF EMTs rush to her aid while Fulton watches without a reaction.
“I can understand that it’s the Board of Directors that are pushing your title reign. Even though there’s a lack of interest in the OOWF since you won my OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Look what’s happened? Wrestlers are disappearing by the dozens. Bookers are taking sabbaticals. Merch sales are non-existant. Our top promo writer is a non-wrestler radio host.
“Who wants to be in a OOWF where the bland, white-bread LD Williams is champion? You know who? No one, but LD Williams and his duck Stanley. Good name for the duck, you know. Shows he has character and smarts. Well done. And his interviews are more interesting than your’s.
“Anywho, tonight you’ll bring your technical savoir-faire to the ring and I’ll bring my power moves. Maybe I’ll bust out a dropkick to wow the crowd. But in the end, if I get that Championship back or not, I will make you cry out in pain. I will do my best to rip that arm out of its socket. And I will put you through the Icelandic Announce Table and you’ll be stretchered out of the arena yet again.
“Enjoy the pain.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:16:52 GMT -5
Dynamite Danny Taylor is STANDING~! outside the door of the Darling Luxury Suites. The INC reveals a sign on the doorknob that reads "Do Not Disturb." Finally, the door opens and Firewoman exits.
FW: Hello! Happy Spring!
DDT: *makes heart shape with his hand.*
The two begin to walk together. Danny doesn't say anything, of course, but Firewoman continues the conversation anyway.
FW: Resting. Rehydrating. Don't worry he'll be ready for our match.
DDT: ........
Firewoman and Danny both laugh. They arrive at the OOWF interview area, where Quorras is standing.
Q: You know, you could get my name right one of these days.
FW: Sure, I could
Q: Bad enough you kicked me out of the suite, and I had to sleep in the dormitory with the SFJs. Although I did learn a thing or two about Chad Madison.
FW: I can fill in the blanks there...
The OOWF banner drops down behind them all.
Q: I'm standing here with two-thirds of the team that is going to challenge New Guard members Flyin' Hawaiians and Chris Evans for the Campeonas de Trios Titles tonight at Midweek Mayhem. Fire, at the end of the double elimination cage match, you and Alex were eliminated, but still managed to lay out the two remaining teams. Care to comment?
FW: We were done and out of there, but Kai insisted on throwing me back into the ring. It's a cheap move, and one I'm pretty sure Omar wouldn't have approved of back in the day. And in that moment, it's like Alex and I...It's almost like we mind-melded, and decided enough was enough.
DDT: *makes the Vulcan "live long and prosper" greeting*
FW: Taking the high road was getting us nowhere, so we decided to send a message. People keep saying they want the real Firewoman back? Fine. You get me and the real Alex, too. No one will be able to stop us.
Q: You sent a message by superkicking the Hawaiians, but also your friends, Texpress.
FW: There are no friends in the ring. No more. Outside, sure, but as we told you last time, if we step in the ring, and you are across from me, we're out for your blood. End of story.
Q: I imagine that's especially true this week, as the vicious attack on Davin is still not so distant.
FW: No, and seeing the state Outback Jack was in at Territorial Beatings....Evans...you can say what you want. You can take my words and twist them around and answer them point for point, but the fact is that you've been ducking me AND Alex ever since you formed New Guard. And we've been content to let it slide. But that ends tonight. Although, my friend Danny here? He gets first crack at you.
DDT: *smile and punches fist into his hand*
FW: But we'll happily clean up what is left. Danny?
DDT: *mouths the word BOOM*
FW: Goes the dynamite. And the phoenix will rise on the shock wave to victory.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:17:20 GMT -5
Crowing is backstage looking at a monitor showing Rabbit Mask's recent interview.
Crowing looks thoughtful, then turns and directly addresses the INC who is filming the scene...
Crowing: So nothing challenges you, Rabbit? You're gonna drop me on my head and pin me, without any trouble? You are the best wrestler in the world? I think that concussion you suffered a while back has made you a bit, how do you say... mental... deluded... el conejo loco?
Let me assure you of one thing. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING means more to me than regaining that Onslaught title. I've been around the block in the OOWF and nobody has ever got an easy win out of me.
It may well be that you'll drop me on my head - it's been done before.
It may well be that you'll pin me - that's happened before too.
However, I assure you that I'll be looking to kick your teeth down your throat, snap off one of your limbs and take it home as a souvenir to go with the shiny title belt that I'm gonna do my damnedest to make sure comes home with Daddy tonight. Quote me.
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:18:07 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams, who is on his cell phone.**
LDW: “No Ma, stay with Wally and Outback ‘til they’re settled. Omar and Lisa have people out looking. If he hasn’t turned up by the weekend…rith. You too. Bye.”
**Williams hangs up the phone and stares at it a minute, sighs, and turns to SFJ#47.**
SFJ#47: “Sorry to interrupt you. I know you’re distracted, but-”
LDW: “I have a match. I know. Stanley’s been handling my public appearances, but I can’t ask him to do everything - even if he does cut a better promo than I do.”
SFJ#47: “This week you have another title defense against Crusher Stan Fulton.”
LDW: “Stan, you don’t need me to tell you you’re talented. You don’t need me to tell you that you’re capable of taking the belt back - you already know that. And as a guy who’s best shot at a gimmick is a Dusty impression and a duck - if you wheeel - I’m in no position to comment on your search. So what can I say?”
SFJ#47: “Um, you haven’t been following OOWF TV, have you?”
LDW: “Like you said, I’ve been distracted. What’d I miss?”
**SFJ#47 points to a nearby screen where Stan Fulton’s most recent promo plays.**
LDW: “Huh. Well, if that’s the way you want to play it Stan…Look, I know you don’t like me. I know you want me gone. I get that. Truthfully, you’re close to getting your wish. Eight years, Stan. EIGHT YEARS! You know what it’s like trying to come up with a halfway interesting promo or two every week? Trying to put together compelling matches? Watching your friends drop one-by-one while every flash in the pan gets pushed to the moon because they’re ‘fresh’?
And on top of that, along comes the New Guard to tell me what a failure I am. To tell me that busting my ass for this company isn’t good enough. To tell me being the guy who doesn’t ask for anything, who takes whatever bullshit match or angle he’s handed and makes it work because that’s what a wrestler does makes me dirt on some primadonna’s shoes.
Fuck. You.
You want this title Stan? Shut up and take it. You want to end my career? Far far better men than you have tried, and whether I’m too tough, too proud, too lucky, or just too stupid I’m still here. So please. Please, please please have the balls to follow through. Put us all out of our misery Stan - get my hobbling ass out of your way and save me from listening to you and your cronies tell me that giving everything I have isn’t good enough. End this Stan…
…because if you don’t, I will.”
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 16:45:36 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans. Evans is sitting down in a dimly-lit room, and appears to be holding a lighter, which he is clicking on and off, and is not paying attention to the camera*
Evans: Lisa Quinn. Firewoman. You know, a long time ago, those names used to mean something to me. They stood for fear, for intimidation. For a natural disaster of human emotion manifested into a being capable of unspeakable acts of violence that was able to show that women could be an equal in a man’s business.
Lisa Darling.
*Evans takes the lighter and drops it into a glass of water, labeled Alex. He then takes it out, and attempts to light it again, but to no avail*
You’ve lost that spark of yours, Lisa. Yeah, I called you Lisa. I’m actually siding with that sadistic fuck, Moose. But Fire didn’t die the night Tytan killed her, oh no. Firewoman died the day that she married Alex. I’m not even gonna refer to you as Fire anymore.
But prior to this, there’s something I had been wondering for a while. And the more that I’ve thought about it over the years, the more I found myself asking the same question over and over again. How can a woman who has done as much as she has done still be the way that she is? Well Lisa, I finally found the answer. For all that you brag about wanting to be treated as an equal, only one thing stands in your way. And that thing is simply...
*Evans looks up and points to the camera* you.
You are your own worst enemy, and it all stems from your lack of self-confidence. Even as the dominant force that you used to be, in your mind, you were always the underdog. Oh sure, you may put up a strong front, but under all that is nothing but a weak-willed little girl with some serious daddy issues. You lash out at others, never once wanting to take blame for your own actions. And all of the mind-games that you play cannot hide the fact that all that you do is done for the purpose of trying to prove yourself to others, to prove that you matter. When you’re as dominant as the New Guard has been, you don’t care about what anyone thinks of you, or what you think should be done in order to gain the approval of others. You do what you feel will get you what you most desire.
Now I know you try to make yourself out to be this Phoenix, this woman who has been reborn. But you’re really not. The way that you viewed Eco as he suffered in those flames, how you gazed at him with those ravenous eyes of yours. You’re still the same bitch you always have been, cold and dead inside, only now you carry around some diseased bird with you. Holding it, cuddling it, treating it like the baby that you and Alex will never be able to have.
Your marriage to Alex, all of your accomplishments, your pet penguin, all of it is a bunch of lies. You care about nobody but yourself, and while I usually find that to be a compliment, I know better than to stab in the back those that I know have mine. Hell, you don’t even care about yourself most of the time. For everything you have achieved, all your championships and a seemingly happy marriage, none of it truly matters to you. Even when you were with Jericho, even then, you fucked everyone that came within a few feet of you, yeah, looking at you, Chad. You honestly think I believe that you marrying Alex changed anything about you? Hell, while I’m saying this, you’re probably getting plowed by Chuck Taylor and Jimmy Jacobs during one of those so-called “training sessions” of yours.
We’re the most dominant force in the OOWF, hell, your own brother said that we were on par with the Five. And you’re nothing but a deluded, mentally broken Diva who still believes that she belongs with us. Hell, if it weren’t for you catching a break and getting noticed by Lance, you’d probably be on some corner in Kyoto, giving out handjobs in exchange for headlocks.
And yeah, I know the reason why you’re the way that you are now is due to you suppressing your inner rage with all of those pills. But you know that the only way to defeat the New Guard is to once again tap into those demons of yours, those demons that you try oh so hard to control for the sake of those closest to you. For Chad. For Opus. For Danny. And especially for Alex, the man who you used to consider as one of your most bitter rivals, a man who once carved his initials into your bare flesh, and the man who you now refer to as “Pookie.”
Stop taking your meds and you may stand a slight chance at stopping us for good. But at what cost?
*Evans picks up a piece of paper and holds it up to the camera. The paper looks a lot like a marriage certificate. That’s because it’s an exact copy of Alex and Fire...er, Lisa’s marriage certificate*
You know damn well that Alex would leave you forever if you did that, thus costing you the only man that you have left in your life. Stay on your meds, and we will destroy you. Go off of your meds, and, well...
*Evans takes out a second lighter, lights it, and holds the flame to the bottom of the marriage certificate, setting it aflame*
But deep down, you already know that you will do that. Even though you’re technically a Darling by name now, you’re still a Quinn by blood. You live for violence, and it’s that same desire for violence that will ultimately destroy you. You can’t escape your fate, Lisa. We win either way, and there’s not a damn thing that you can do about it.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 18:54:09 GMT -5
From 411mania.com:
OOWF Booking Plans? (Spoilers)
An unnamed source inside the OOWF sent 411mania the following video that may reveal the company’s future plans for an established star and a newcomer:
**The video opens on L.D. Williams and Awesome Bill from Dawsonville standing in front of an OOWF banner. The Destroyitarium can be seen and heard in the background, and it appears to have gotten pretty drunk out.**
LDW: “Ladieth and Gentlemen, and all my little babieth out in TV land, let me introduthe you to the newest - and greatest - team in the OOWF. The Canadian Dream, L.D. Williams, and Awethome Bill from Dawthonville. We are the Red, White, and Redneck.”
ABfD: “You have your Texpresses, your Rising Phoenixes, and your Flyin’ Hawaiianseses, but none of them - NONE OF THEM - can stand up to the Double Bill.”
LDW: “We be clubberin’ all the way to the pay winda, Daddy!”
**The camera focuses on Stanley the Duck as he waddles into the frame, wearing a confederate flag as a bandana and a tiny little trucker cap.**
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Post by BookerShark on May 2, 2012 19:15:41 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem: Night of Champions Live! From Atlantic City, New Jersey AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE vs. BENNETT SINATRABennett Sinatra is in the ring as “Devil Went Down to Georgia” plays and Awesome Bill From Dawsonville makes his OOWF debut. The fans cheer the big man as he makes his way to the ring. The bell rings and Sinatra tries a sneak attack. He hammers ABFD on the back of the head with punches, but it just seems to annoy ABFD. Bill turns around and grabs a handful of Sinatra’s perfectly coiffed hair and nearly decapitates him with a CLOTHESLINE! ABFD pulls Sinatra to his feet and sends him to the ropes, elevates him, then catches him with a NASTY kick to the face on the way down! ABFD pulls Sinatra to his feet and lifts him for a suplex, and leaves him up there for a LOOOOOOOOOONG time, then drives him to the mat. Bill waits for Sinatra to get to his feet, then hits a series of BIONIC ELBOWS that stagger Sinatra, then bounces off the ropes and nearly takes his head off with the MASON DIXON LINE! Sinatra is essentially dead right now. Bill lifts him one more time and hits the AWESOME BOMB then rolls him over and locks in the CUYLER CLUTCH and Sinatra quickly taps! Impressive debut! WINNER in 4:11 – Awesome Bill From Dawsonville JP SPARXX & MAI MUYO vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO & PSYKLEAs we get underway, it is pretty clear none of these four have recovered from War Games. Lobo and Psykle keep J-P pinned in their half of the ring for an extended sequence. J-P is able to duck a clothesline and lunge at Mai to get the tag. She comes in and tries to clear house, but Lobo is ready for it and grounds her with a snap powerslam. Lobo and Psykle get several near falls and only Mai’s flexibility and speed keeps her in the match. They go for a double backdrop, but Mai lands on her feet and brings J-P back in. Sparxx holds his own, but goes down to a nice dragon-screw leg whip from the masked man. Lobo sets him up for the Bala de la Plata, but J-P backdrops him and both men struggle to their feet. Mai and Psykle tag in, and quickly Psykle learns you can’t powerbomb Mai Muyo! She hits the face-plant and as Psykle gets to his feet, she runs him into the ropes, rolls him up and adds a back bridge for the 3 count! WINNERS; in 9:43; Mai Muyo & J-P Sparxx STANK vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE vs. COMRADE SHARKOFF – DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title MatchThis should be fun. Don’t expect a lot of chain wrestling here. Stank stands in his corner and holds the belt up high as Sharkoff and Eagle jaw at each other. Eagle wastes no time in popping Sharkoff with his forearm and busting him wide open already. Stank joins in the fun and quickly Comrade is wearing the crimson mask and tossed outside. Stank and Ricky lay into each other. Stank gains the advantage and is able to work Ricky to the mat with several punishing knee strikes. He latches on the Catch-22 and it seems he is about to retain his title, when Sharkoff nails him in the back of the head with the DDT Title belt. Ricky rolls to the floor to recuperate while Sharkoff kicks and stomps at Stank’s knee. Sharkoff hits the Chain-Assisted Sickle and puts Stank in the Bearhug, squeezing the breath out of the big man. Stank rears back and head-butts his way out of Comrades grip, and Ricky re-enters the ring in time to toss Stank to the floor He levels Comrade with a big boot, laying him out cold, then follows Stank to the floor and throws him into the barricades. Stank reverses another whip and sends Ricky into the ring post. Ricky dodges Stank’s follow up and Stank hits the ring post himself. Eagle scoops him up and hits RETURN TO THE EARTH ON THE CONCRETE! Stank ‘s blood drips off his forehead as he lies prone on the floor. Eagle climbs back in the ring where Sharkoff is still bloody and now stirring. He calmly locks in the CACTUS THORN and kneels on Sharkoff’s head with some extra oomph. After 2 minutes, the blood on the canvas prompts the official to call for the bell. WINNER; in 13:31 and NEW DDT ironman Heavy Metal Champion; Ricky Soaring Eagle! THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS & CHRIS EVANS vs. PHOENIX RISING & DANNY TAYLOR – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title MatchThe Champs attack before the challengers even get to the ring. Danny gets dumped into the seats and the numbers game catches up with Alex. Kai traps Alex in the New Guard corner and he plays Ricky Morton for a few minutes. He is finally able to slide under Aina’s legs and make the tag to Danny Taylor. Danny comes in to clean house, and knocks Aina and Kai on their asses, but Evans drops off the apron, thus avoiding DDT. Danny goes on the chase and chases Evans back in the ring, where The Hawaiians are waiting for him. Fire tires to jump in, but gets restrained by the official. Aina sends DDT into the ropes and Fire makes the ‘slap on the back’ tag. She comes in and promptly dumps Aina on his back with a springboard elbow and follows up with a Firesault for a 2 count. Aina tags in Evans, Fire tags in Danny, Evans tags in Kai without even locking up with DDT. Kai and Danny chain wrestle a bit, then Kai rakes the eyes and hits the ropes, springing off leaping… right into a HUGE powerslam. Alex tags in and goes to work on Kai, finishing up with a CURBSTOMP and then hoisting Kai up for a DARLING DRIVER…. But Evans makes the blind tag on Kai and comes in behind Alex for the low blow. Kai drops to the mat and rolls to the outside, drawing DDT’s attention. Evans quickly rolls up Darling, Aina charges across and takes down Fire, Evans grabs the tights and props his feet on the ropes as the referee counts 3! WINNERS; via Darling Finish in 10:22; Campeonas de Trios Champions The Flyin’ Hawaii’ans and Chris Evans RABBIT MASK vs. CROWING – OOWF Onslaught Championship MatchWe start out with a very clean, crisp beginning of the match, with no shenanigans. Rabbit Mask hits a nice twisting senton for a 2 count. Moments later, Crowing is hooking the leg after a lung blower. Rabbit Mask locks in a Cattle Mutilation, but Crowing makes the ropes and gets his first break. RM refuses to break the hold, however, and gets his first referee’s warning. Crowing’s dark side begins to come out, and he gets a referee’s warning for choking RM with the ring rope. The referee separates them and calls for a lock up, but instead we get fisticuffs and they tumble to the floor exchanging blows without heeding the referee at all. The referee gives up and counts them both out and calls for the bell. WINNER - DOUBLE COUNTOUT in 9:46 MATT FOLZ vs. GHOSTHEAD – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchFolz comes to the ring and taunts Ghosthead with the title belt. Bad idea. Ghosthead attacks before the match begins and dumps Folz on his back on the ring steps. The bell rings and the count begins. Folz rolls himself in at 8 and doesn’t even get to his feet before Ghosthead resumes the beat down. Folz gets dragged to his feet, just in time for a kick to the gut and powerbomb. Folz manages to grab the bottom rope before the three count. Folz regroups on the outside and uses almost the entire 10 count before gingerly stepping between the ropes. We get a lock up and Folz takes control with some mat wrestling. He seems to be targeting Ghosthead's arm, and it isn’t long before he floats into a cross-arm breaker. Ghosthead manages to get to the ropes for a break. Folz tries to follow up, but Ghosthead powers out and tosses Folz around like a rag doll for the next several minutes. Folz gets fed up, and grabs the Intercontinental belt and tries to leave. Ghosthead chases him down and drags him back to the ring. Folz promptly clocks Ghosthead with the belt and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell. WINNER, via DISQUALIFICATION in 14:54, GHOSTHEAD. TEXPRESS vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match#Heel Cardboard Cutout Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline accompanies the former tag team champions to the ring. Chad and Zane come down to the largest pop of the night and pose on the turnbuckles… for a bit too long. AA and Honcho take the fight to the champs right away, gaining the early advantage once the bell rings. Honcho dominates the early going over Chad, catching him with the IRISH THUNDERBOLT! Before he makes the cover, AA calls for the tag. Honcho seems very upset, but finally acquiesces and AA comes in for the cover. Chad kicks out at 2 and turns the tables on AA, keeping him pinned in the Texpress corner for an extended series. Honcho has to come in a couple of times to break up potential pinfalls. Zane and Honcho end up in the ring together, and go through a nice series of chain wrestling moves. Honcho leans back for a tag, only to find #Heel Cardboard Cutout Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline on the apron instead. Honcho looks to the floor to find AA buying a beer from a vendor. Honcho knocks #HCCCJA off the apron and turns around… into a torture rack. Chad scrambles up top and .. DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS! Zane makes the cover and the champs retain. WINNER; in 14:59; Texpress! LD WILLIAMS vs. STAN FULTON – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchChris Evans accompanies his stable mate to the ring and takes a seat beside the timekeeper. Williams comes to the ring to a huge ovation. LD takes early control of the match and keeps Fulton off his feet with his technical prowess. Fulton mounts a comeback after reversing an Irish Whip and avalanching LD in the corner. Massive legdrops and suplexes lead to a number of 2 counts. LD manages to get back to his feet and trip up the Crusher, latching in a single leg-crab in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, the bell rings Both LD and the referee look over in confusion at the timekeeper’s table, where Chris Evans is seen apologizing for ‘accidentally’ ringing the bell. LD turns around into a huge clothesline from Fulton, who begins to dominate LD. Powerslam. DDT. Belly-to-back suplex. Surfboard. Three thrust Judo Kicks lay out the champ. Fulton hits one.. two.. and then three Yokozuna-style jumping legdrops and then calls for the DROPLINE! Fulton climbs up and jumps down from the middle turnbuckle… but NOBODY’S HOME! LD rolls out of the way and Fulton hits the mat awkwardly. LD grabs Fulton’s legs and twists him into a SHARPSHOOTER! LD walks him to the middle of the ring and then cinches it in. Fulton struggles mightily, trying several times to inch closer to the ropes, but LD is able to pull him away each time. Finally, Fulton gives in and taps out. WINNER; in 20:11; LD Williams! Post-Match, LD grabs his belt and holds it high, keeping eye contact with Chris Evans the entire time. The rest of the New Guard try come running down the ramp, but get cut off by DDT, Psykle, Lobo and Texpress from out of the crowd. Security gets them under control, while LD and Evans continue their stare-down of ultra-intensity. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF Boston Massacre PPV, May 27th Live! From Boston, Massachusetts. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, May 9th Live! From New York, NY
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