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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:03:21 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From New York, NY
OOWF Onslaught Championship Triple Threat Match[/u] Rabbit Mask vs. Ghosthead vs. Crowing
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Triple Threat Match[/u] The Flyin Hawaiians & Chris Evans vs. Texpress & El Lobo Sangriento vs. LD Williams & Phoenix Rising
I Quit Match – Non-Title – If Folz Submits, Whoever Made Him Submit Gets a Title Shot, If Folz Makes Someone Submit, They Get No Title Match for 30 Days[/u] Matt Folz vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Danny Taylor
JP Sparxx vs. Attitude Adjuster Stank vs. Psykle Awesome Bill From Dawsonville vs. Comrade Sharkoff Stan Fulton & Mai Muyo vs. TBA
Card subject to……it’s New York City, hopefully a comet hits it
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:04:37 GMT -5
*fade-in to what appears to be a familiar promo. 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 its some kind of baby? Look, I know you're desperate to have a baby, but seriously, get help.
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.
*The camera looks away from the screen, and just sees Evans laughing while watching his promo*
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:05:27 GMT -5
Chris Evans is walking the Hallway of You Should Have Known This Was Coming, Campeonas de Trios title slung over his shoulder (not around his waist, where it BELONGS), when suddenly a silver catering tray comes out of nowhere and cracks him right in the face, bloodying his nose. His hands go up instinctively which leaves an opening for a very stiff punch to the solar plexus, doubling him over. A hand reaches out and grabs him around the throat so that when the other elbow comes down on his upper back, right between the shoulder blades, he doesn't fall to the ground. Yet. The hand around his throat pulls him up and goozles him against the wall, forefinger and thumb finding JUST the right place under his jaw so that he can breathe, but still feel intense pain.[OOC: I love what Kenpo has taught me about pressure points and target zones ] FW: Hi Cubbie. CE: Fire. Got my message I see. FW: I did. It's so cute how you try to run with the big boys. I'd like to address a few things, if that's okay with you. CE: *struggling a bit* Not really. FW: See the fun thing about the way I'm holding you right now? The more you struggle, the more it hurts. And if I just adjust my wrist just... so.... She bends her wrist just a bit, so that the palm of her hand is pressing into his windpipe, and now he is gasping to breathe. Fire enjoys this for a bit, before easing up on the throat.FW: Now that we're clear. Cubbie, there are so many things wrong with your little rant...I mean, the inconsistencies ALONE would take hours to tease apart. I'm either a....what did you say? 'Weak-willed little girl with daddy issues?' Yeah...so I'm either a wuss, or I'm a vicious bitch. Tell me Chris, which do you think you have before you now? CE: Doesn't matter. It's all show. It's all about what other people think of you and-- FW: Oh yes, the psychoanalysis. Gee, had I known you were such a therapist, I'd have stopped shelling out a thousand bucks a week to Dr. Freedman. Let me clarify something to you. Think of me what you will, but I've never ducked responsibility for anything. Even when I was a member of Trinity, and Ecosystem was calling the shots....the WAY I went about what he wanted me to do...that was all MY idea. He didn't tell me to torture my friends, my brother, my husband in the way I did. Those were my ideas. Do I regret it? Yeah, yeah I do....But there's another thing I regret. She gets close into his face.FW: I ran out of deadly sins before I got to you. Evans spits in her face. Fire smiles, and wipes it away with her other hand. CE: You're one crazy bitch, Fire. FW: Yeah. You once called me an estrogenic molotov cocktail, remember that? You wanna bring out the real me, Chris? Fine. You've just lit the fuse. And guess who the target is. Firewoman comes in close and licks the blood off his face, before throwing him to the ground. She stomps his back a few times, before starting to get him into position for a Firestomp. At that moment, Alexander Darling comes around the corner.AD: Hi Fire. Whatcha doin'? FW: Hi Alex. Getting ready to firestomp Evans here. AD: Oh. Okay. FW: Xan, Cubbie here seems to think that if I do this, you'll leave me. AD: Yeah, I saw that. Interesting. FW: I thought so. So...are you mad at me right now? Disappointed? AD: No, not really. To tell you the truth, I'm kinda turned on. FW: Aw, see there, Cubbie? Miscalculated yet again.... Firewoman goes to get started with the Firestomp, but Alex moves in to stop her.AD: Fire...I can't....I can't actually let you do this. FW: But Alex .... he said-- AD: I know what he said... Alex moves her a little bit to the side and grabs one of Evans arms, and applies his foot to Evans' back so that he and Fire are mirror images of each other. AD: Together, right? In answer, Fire gives him a big kiss as they pull back on Evans' arms. Just as they stop and get ready to do the ...Phoenix Stomp? Kai and Aina fly out of nowhere, leveling them both. The brawl is on as Evans gets to his feet, and Kai works over Firewoman and Aina and Alex exchange blows. An alarm rings to alert security (who knew we had these?) and just as Kai hits a Rock Bottom on Fire, and Alex gets Smacked-Down by Aina, the alarm also alerted their trios partner, "Dynamite" Danny Taylor. Taylor arrives just as Kai and Aina are standing over Fire and Alex to do something else, but he stops them with a double clothesline. Before he can advance, Evans has recovered and leaps toward Danny, an arm around Danny's throat. Danny starts to fight back but just about that time, OOWF Security arrives on the scene and separates all the participants. As they are pulling away, Fire yells over her security person's shoulder.FW: Just remember, Cubbie. You lit the fuse. DDT: *mouths the word BOOM* fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:06:14 GMT -5
A small Express Mail from the Post Office package is being opened at the Darling Suites by Firewoman. It contains what looks to be a DVD and a note.
Dear Fire:
I just returned home from Atlantic City and thought I would drop you a note.
You are starting to show the, pardon the expression, Fire, that has made you a champion. Don't lose the focus. Keep fighting. And as for Cubby, well, you're better than that. Just Firestomp his sorry behind out of existance once and for all.
I am enclosing something I though you might like. It's a demo reel I put together for Beth when I was trying to convince her to work overseas. She could have been something else. Imagine that: My Beth able to compete agains Lioness Asuka, Noriyo Tateno, or, dare I say it, Bull Nakano!
She refused to let me send the tape. She wouldn't go unless I went with her. She was too dependent on me communicating for her.
I figured since you were a fan, you might like this, the only copy I ever made, as a keepsake.
I also included some other footage of Beth alone and in tag action with me. Pay close attention and you'll see some things that will make you ask -- even today -- how did they do that?
I'll let you know, but only if you're truly interested.
All The Best,
Wyatt
PS: Still running the messages about Jack on my show. So far, no sightings. Will keep you posted.
Firewoman walks toward the television with the DVD as we...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:07:01 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is in his locker room. SFJ#47 enters**
SFJ#47: “L.D., can you please comment on the this footage that was leaked to several internet sites?”
**Williams shakes his head.**
LDW: “Kids, don’t drink. If you do drink, stick to beer - or whiskey on special occasions. If anyone ever offers you party liquor…punch them in the nose.”
“Quack!”
LDW: “Unless you’re a duck, in which case party on.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:07:39 GMT -5
~~~ We fade into to a dark, shadowy hallway. The double doors at the end swing open and three figures begin a slow stride toward the camera. Two taller, on a little shorter, wearing a cape. All three are wearing masks. Music begins to play. ~~~ Voiceover Guy: On May 9th, three separate forces will unite to bring the Trios division a new brand of hero. ~~~ They reach the camera, stop, pose with arms folded. A spotlight shines a red light over them. ~~~ Voiceover Guy: El Lobo Sangriento Phantos Lucios Los Vengadores Mascaras. See them live in NEW....YORK..... CITY Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:08:33 GMT -5
SFJ13 is walking through the halls backstage at the arena, looking for someone to interview, since, you know, she does need to keep her job, when she comes across Psykle sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.
SFJ13: Hey Psykle, how’s it going?
Psykle: Meh.
SFJ13: Meh?
Psykle: It’s going.
SFJ13: That’s all you’ve got to say? I mean, we really haven’t heard anything from you in a while, not since like Poe’s birthday party.
Psykle: Are you asking, Sandra, or is a randomly number sexy female journalist asking?
SFJ13: Well, I do have my job to do…
Psykle: Then like I said, it’s going.
SFJ13: Well fine, then how about you talk to me, Sandra.
Psykle: Lose the camera and the mic.
SFJ13 signals for the cameraman to cut and hands him the mic. Fortunately, an INC is nearby, and the feed cuts over to him almost immediately. Sandra has sat down next to Psykle and is waiting for him to speak. After a few minutes go by, she tries to prod him again.
Sandra: Come on, Psykle, talk to me. What’s going on?
Psykle: It just seems so pointless.
Sandra: What does?
Psykle: Everything. Being here, fighting the New Guard, standing by the Old Guard, trying not to fall into what I used to be, trying to keep up with everything. It’s just…what’s the point?
Sandra: It’s life, you live it to the fullest for as long as you can.
Psykle: But why?
Sandra: What do you mean why?
Psykle: Why do we do it all? What’s the point in us continuing through all these steps, day in, day out, fighting, promoing, drinking, wrestling, fighting some more…it just seems pointless.
Sandra: Honey, if you could answer the why, you’d be one of the richest men in the world.
Psykle: He could answer the why.
Sandra: He?
Psykle: Yea.
Sandra: Who’s “He”?
Psykle: You know.
Sandra: Oh.
Psykle: Yea.
Sandra: So what are you going to do?
Psykle: I don’t know. I went to see him a couple of weeks ago when we were in Philly.
Sandra: How is he?
Psykle: Same. Progressing slowly. The doctors don’t want to take any risks.
Sandra: Did he say anything?
Psykle: No, they still had him sedated…
Sandra: Had?
Psykle: Yea. He’s not anymore.
Sandra: And that’s got you worried?
Psykle: Not worried, just…pensive.
Sandra: Pensive?
Psykle: Yea. There are lots of directions I can take going forward. There are lots of things that could happen, but there’s always the question, what would he do? What WILL he do?
Sandra: Hmmm.
Psykle: Yea.
Sandra: So what are you going to do?
Psykle: I don’t know.
Sandra: Maybe you need to talk to someone.
Psykle: I thought that’s what I was doing.
Sandra: I mean someone with a bit more training in dealing with these things. Why don’t you go see if Fire can get you an appointment with Dr. Freedman? He seems to do pretty well with people in your profession.
Psykle: Hmmm…maybe I will. Thanks Sandra.
Sandra: Anytime.
Psykle and Sandra stand up. Psykle gives her a hug, then heads off down the hallway in another direction. Sandra pulls out her phone and makes a call.
Sandra: It’s me. Yea. No, I don’t think this is going to work out too well. Better keep an eye on things closer than you have been.
Sandra hangs up and we Fade to Black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:09:09 GMT -5
*Fade in to a quiet Brooklyn pub, where we find El Lobo Sangriento with a single tear RUNNING~! down his cheek as he…wait, you’re crying? Really? What gives, Lobo?
*Lobo merely points to a TV screen, which bears the following message: R.I.P. Adam “MCA” Yauch, 1964-2012
ELS: Man, this sucks. An incredible talent and by all accounts an all-around good guy. Here’s to MCA.
*Lobo raises his pint in tribute, and the other patrons silently do the same. After a moment of silence, Lobo pays for his beer, drains his glass, and heads out the door, making his way to the arena.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on May 4, 2012 16:09:52 GMT -5
Honcho Williams is standing in front of the lineup card for OOWF MidWeek Mayhem, Live! From New York, NY. He looks confused. Attitude Adjuster walks up behind Honcho.
HW: I don’t get it. Why am I not on the card?
AA: You really are new to this business, aren’t you?
HW: Yeah! And I’ve really enjoyed my time in the OOWF! I can’t wait to see what our next angle is!
AA: See, that’s just it. There isn’t a next angle for you. When you didn’t sign your contract extension last month, the OOWF future endeavored you. That’s why you nearly had your leg ripped off in the PPV. I’m still not sure why you performed so well at Mayhem last week. You so could have mailed it in.
HW: But...but. I don’t get it. Can’t I just sign a new contract?
AA: It doesn’t work like that. It works like this.
AA slide out of the way as JP Sparxx runs in with a clangy pole and crushed Honcho Williams over the head. Honcho’s momentum smashes him through the fake wall he was standing in front of, making for a pretty cool visual if in fact that wall were real.
AA: Not bad.
Sparxx continues the assault on Williams, and is joined by his tag team partner Mai Muyo for a pretty impressive beatdown. AA tries to get involved, but Sparxx throws some hot coffee at him, blinding AA and sending him screaming off in the other direction, never to be seen again in this promo. Sparxx and Muyo execute a spike piledriver that pretty much breaks Williams’ neck. Sparxx, Muyo and the rest of the New Guard celebrate while medics rush to put a neck brace on Williams.
While the medics go to work, the New Guard cuts an awesome five-star promo that is so good we can’t even transcribe it onto these pages. Needless to say they insult all the faces, especially LD Williams, and even have the audacity to insult LD’s mother.
AA (watching from behind the camera): Damn, that’s harsh, guys. I did that once and LD nearly ended my career.
JP Sparxx: Shut up, Old Man! We’ll put you out of wrestling too! In fact, we might just do that right now!
AA, looking at a 5-on-1 attack, points out that he’s directing this promo and should not be involved in actual violence. Just as that argument was about to most definitely be ignored, the New Guard turns around to see Williams, strapped to a backboard, being hoisted into the ambulance. The New Guard charges the medics, who flee in terror. Sparxx picks up a random sledgehammer that was leaning against the ambulance.
JPS: You stay out of our way, AA, or what we do next to Honcho will happen to you!
AA: You do realize that Honcho is a rookie. A “new guard,” if you will. By putting him out of wrestling, aren’t you just hurting your own cause? And by doing so with a sledgehammer, aren’t you honoring Kevin Nash and Triple H, who most definitely aren’t “New guard”?
JPS: Stop making sense, Old Man! Besides, we’re not going to hit Williams with the sledgehammer. We’re revolutionizing wrestling. We’re going to hit the sledgehammer with Williams!
The New Guard props the sledgehammer on the tailgate of the ambulance, then all five pick up Williams on the backboard and LAWNDART him face-first into the sledgehammer! Williams, still attached to the backboard, clatters to the ground.
AA: That was unique.
JPS: Now then, Old Man, if you put your nose in our business again, we’ll do the same thing to you! Stay out of this!
AA: You realize we’re wrestling each other at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem, Live! From New York, NY (cheap pop!). I can’t exactly not show up.
JPS: Stop making sense! And stop making us look foolish in your promos! We’re the dominant faction in the OOWF!
AA: Your fly is unzipped.
JPS: Damn it!
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Post by BookerShark on May 5, 2012 11:04:36 GMT -5
<Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is walking down the hall, drinking Pine Cone Party Liquor and hitting on various inanimate objects, then getting mad when they don't respond to his advances, when he is stopped by Random Sexy Female Journalist>
RSFJ: Awesome Bill From Dawsonville, the fans have taken a liking to you after just one match in the OOWF, some find it troubling that you would willingly hang out with Stan Fulton, care to comment?
ABFD: ARE YOU JUDGING ME?!?!? Naw naw, I'm sorry. Lokit chere I know that there are many situlations where Stan Fulton has crushulatized his opponents, but me and Stan, we go way back......
RSFJ: You knew Stan before the OOWF?
ABFD: I did?
RSFJ: You just said you went way back.....
ABDF: HELL YEAH! I remember the time he asked me if I wanted to watch the race! That was funner than hell!
RSFJ: <shaking her head> He asked you last week. And the race hasn't happened yet.
<ABDF just gives her a blank stare>
RSFJ: Moving on......you face Comrade Sharkoff in a match this week.....
ABFD: Everyone knows sharks can't fight worth a damn on the land
RSFJ: He's not really a shark.....
ABFD: Is he a Dracula? OH HELL NO!
RSFJ: <getting frustrated> NO! He is NOT a Dracula......he is a wrestler.....
ABFD: DRACULA WRESTLES?
RSFJ: That's it, I quit
<RSFJ drops her mic and walks away, Awesome Bill picks up the mic and turns to the camera>
ABFD: This week, LIVE! from New York, Awesome Bill From Dawsonville, the King of the Pine Cone Party Liquor takes on Shark Dracula! Ima gonna hit Shark Dracula with the FREEBIRD!!! God bless Ronnie Van Zant.....OOH THAT SMELL! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL!
<Awesome Bill spends the next few minutes rattling off lines from Lynyrd Skynyrd songs, then he spots LD Williams walking down the hall>
ABFD: ELLYDEE WILLIAMS I GOT SOME PARTY LIQUOR!! How bout you an me team up? I like my tag teams like my women.....TWO BILLS! HA!
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on May 5, 2012 11:04:56 GMT -5
We see Ricky standing against a railing with people walking all around him. A quick pan out reveals him to be standing on a ferry as it sails near the Statue of liberty.
"The supposed symbol of America. The land of opportunity. Except it was made in france with copper from Norway. And the opportunity? seems to be reserved for the select few.
Matt Folz, It appears you are one of the few. Your opportunity has been to avoid me. Not mention me at all. As if I am some invisible entity.
I have beaten and broken you numerous times. Where is MY Opportunity?
Just like the americans have mistreated and tried to pacify my people over the centuries, so the OOWF tries to do to me.
'Beat up and call out the intercontinental champion? Here. Have a shot at a different, usually meaningless title. '
So, like a good soldier, I took that shot. and I bested a legend. I won the DDT Title. "
Ricky holds that title up then non-chalontly tosses it into the water
"I dont care about that tile belt. It can rot in the sewagae infested waters for all I care. I want one thing. To cause matt Folz enough pain he gives up HIS title.
So do i get my title shot? No. I get a match to get a title match. I have to beat the champ to beat the champ.
The disrespect is expected. The problem for you Matt Folz, is I get to break you TWICE. I get to rip your fucking head off TWICE. You get double the amount of pain You get double the suffering. And I will take double the satisfaction in making you hurt.
And Danny Taylor, you sir are simly in a bad position; IN MY WAY. I will be forced to make you hurt as well, you might never speak, but you will cry out in agony this week. You and Folz will share a moment this week. You will both
FEEL
MY
PAIN!!! "
The ferry docks and Eagle gets lost in the crowd as we fade out.
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Post by BookerShark on May 5, 2012 17:07:57 GMT -5
So I am now part of joke match? I face redneck hillbilly who talks worse english than I can! Drink your party juice and be as obnoxious as you want. I am Son of mother Russia who will be standing victorious after match! It will take more than race car talk to keep me from fulfilling my destiny as Champion of all the Double O F Titles!
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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2012 10:18:52 GMT -5
*Ghosthead is-
Ghost - Forget the narration! I'll tell you who Ghosthead is! He is The Nightmare Terror, The Death Knell, The Ghosthead Killer! He has beaten ALL and I MEAN ALL, manner of opponents, from technical geniuses, to flippy stuntmen, and EVERYTHING in between. From Mexico to Japan Ghosthead has punished more opponents than he can count. He's beaten Rookies of the year, wrestling legends, and world champions all without holding a single championship title for himself during his weathered career. Most of his sucesses have been in overseas promotions in Japan and Mexico. And those wins meant alot. Championships he did not care about.
Now he is in the OOWF. EVERYTHING he has accomplished has led to his arrival HERE! A championship now will validate it all.
Now Ghosthead wants one.
And what Ghosthead wants... Ghosthead gets.
So far the deluded rabbit has wormed his way into obtaining and holding onto the Onslaught title. Along the way he has tried to exact what he might call revenge on me. He objects to my making an example out of him a while ago. Well little rabbit if you object to that, you're really not going to like what I do to you on Wednesday.
My other opponent Crowing has dismissed me as merely "Athletic" which we all know is code for "Pretty good, but not on my level." Well let me set the record straight for BOTH my opponents this Wednesday at Midweek Mayhem.
I will beat both of you and become the NEW OOWF Onslaught Champion. Not because I'm better than you both. Not because I'm smarter. Simply because what Ghosthead wants... Ghosthead gets.
When it comes to facing me, it's inevitable. You either SUBMIT, or suffer THE FALL because I AM the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, The Nightmare Terror.
I LIVE to FIGHT... I DIE to GAIN!
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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2012 10:19:24 GMT -5
Scene: GM Selena's office. There's a knock at the door
Chuckles: Juh-juh-juh
GM Selena hits Chuckles with an oversized hammer
GMS:Dude, I heard it, already. Come in!
Lucky enters the room
L: You sent for me, Selena?[/i]
GMS:Yes. Does she know you're here?
L:I don't think so. Ever since the run-in with Evans they've been in seclusion -- what they said was Intensive Theraputic training.
GMS: And what do you think they're really doing?
L:I...really don't think you want to know.
GMS:Dude, I'm the boss, what could they be doing...ew, ew, ew, never mind...
Chuckles: Juh-juh-juh
L:Could we get back to what you called me here for?
GMS:Oh yeah, take a look at this, from the Sales and Merchandising department.
L: (reading)Confidential:New video series, the history and the hidden truth...what? Who knows about this?
GMS:DUDE! It SAYS Confidential! Just the dudes in marketing , the lawyer dudes, me, Omie, and now you.
L:Omar? Why Omar?
GMS:Because....he's my hubby, and he knows more about this than I do. I didn't know anything about these people, but Omie, well,he knows about history and stuff, and to be honest this kind of creeped me out.
L: How did we get this? Was it part of the promotional deal...
GMS: That's where it really gets creepy. The marketing dudes knew he wouldn't have anything to do with us if he knew, so they signed it without telling him...
L:Wait, you mean he...
GMS:...doesn't have a clue...
L:So why tell me?
GMS:Dude, you and your boss know more about this guy and his history than anyone. I just wanted you to be aware.
L:I was concerned before, but after seeing the incident, I really understood, but this....
GMS:Dude, that's why I called you. You and your boss need to know. They're supposed to have a rough cut without any of the special commentary or interviews in a few days.
L:Interviews?
GMS:They're going to talk to your boss. And to him. A tribute video for Midweek Mayhem, or so he thinks.
L:This could be trouble.
GMS:DUDE! Do you think I would have called you to warn you if it wasn't? Keep your ears to the ground...
Chuckles: Juh-juh-juh
GMS: (hitting Chuckles with a Kendo stick)Shut Up! That's all. Get out of my office!
Lucky turns to leave, pulling out his phone as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2012 14:27:00 GMT -5
The OOWF TV feed cuts to a panning shot of an abandoned church, the INC moves along the nave, deserted pews on both sides, a run down altar visible ahead. The viewpoint pans up to see a point in the rafters, where we can just see a slightly different texture of shadow. The shadow shifts as the camera pans in and we see Crowing crouched in the rafters...
Crowing: Last week my title rematch with the deluded Rabbit Mask turned into a brawl that had no result. I could insinuate that Mask turned the fight into a brawl because he lacks the conviction to prove he really is the Best Wrestler in the World in a conventional, between-the-ropes match but that's a little cheap.
This week, I have my chance again, with Ghosthead thrown into the mix. Ghosthead seems to think I've overlooked him, which couldn't be more different than the truth. It's kinda hard to overlook someone several inches taller than me who paints his face white and attempts to give himself more doomy sounding nicknames than I ever did. I should sue him for gimmick infringement.
Usually in the Onslaught division, I like to promise a technical match where our skill as wrestlers, not brawlers is on display. However, such a promise would be foolish this week, given the triple threat stipulation, Ghost's evident insanity and Rabbit's vainglorious turn of character in recent weeks.
What my opponents may forget is that I was a brawler and a high flyer before I was a technician and I can get hardcore, get a bit high risk with the very best of them, and I love the chance to do so
What I can and will promise the fans and my opponents this week is that I'll bring everything I have and guarantee the highlight match of the night. I can also guarantee that I'll walk out with the Onslaught title, or on a stretcher. Quote me.
Crowing smiles and steps off the beam he has been crouching on, vanishing into the growing darkness filling the nave of the church, before the feed cuts back to normal service, we hear laughter...
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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2012 20:33:48 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium, and see Dynamite Danny Taylor, Dashing Victor Deniro, Spencer and Ashley gathered around the bar. OOWF TV is playing, and Ricky Soaring Eagles promo finishes repeating. Ashley lifts the remote and clicks the TV off.
Ashley: That is one angry man.
Danny nods his head in agreement.
Spencer: Just another in a long line of them around here.
DVD: You know, I don't think he really is.
Spencer: Really?
Danny motions for Vic to elaborate.
DVD: Look at guys like Tytan, Psykle when he first got here, Stan, hell even Moose. They all were big balls of rage at first, but they all also had someone else telling them what to do with that rage. Ricky is alone with his rage, and seems to have it focused.
Ashley: Focused at Folz is nice.
DVD: That's just it, he's not focused at Folz. He's focused at Folz's title. Most of the angry rage monsters busted on the scene just looking to wreck havoc, but Ricky seems like he is using his rage for a purpose.
Danny nods contemplating Vic's words.
DVD: That's means we can not overlook him this week.
Spencer: What about Folz?
DVD: What about him? We know what to expect from the New Guard at this point. I'm just curious to see if Danny can get that 1000 bucks from me this week.
Danny smiles a shit eating grin.
Ashley: You don't expect the rest of the New Guard to help him?
DVD: You mean like they did at Wargames?
Spencer: (chuckles) If I was Matt, I would be asking why Stan and Chris didn't come to my aid instead of trying to solidify themselves as world title contenders.
DVD: No need to ask, for all the talk of unity, Evans and Fulton would toss any of their teammates under the bus if it meant they got that moment to shine.
Danny and both the girls nod in agreement.
DVD: Now, why don't you and the girls share a drink Danny, I've got to meet Fire for a sparring session.
Ashley begins pouring a round as Vic walks off.
Spencer: I never would have thought I would see the day those two got along.
Danny nods, then makes the motion of flames. He puts his hands close together, and then spreads them across the bar.
Spencer: She sure has.
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Post by BookerShark on May 6, 2012 20:34:33 GMT -5
In the depths of New York Harbor, a huge Atlantic Sturgeon comes across something strange lying on the sea floor It tries to swallow it, but cannot get it all the way down. The fish continues to swim, and suddenly a man wearing a black and white stripes scuba outfit appears and counts to 3. Winner and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, A Huge Atlantic Sturgeon! . . . . . . . . . . . . . It is dusk at New York harbor. A lone fisherman stands on a pier lazily casting his fishing pole out on the water. The line jerks suddenly, and he begins to reel it in fast. The line is buzzing and the pole is bowing as far as it can go. he struggles with it for minutes, and reel is the largest Atlantic Sturgeon ever seen, nearly 20 feet long, with something strange stuck in its mouth. He pulls it on the pier and puts his hand on it to keep it from flopping back into the water. Suddenly a referee appears and counts to three WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, A Lone Fisherman
The fisherman, shocked by his catch, loads the fish up in it's basket and begins to walk back to his apartment. Suddenly, he is blindsided my someone who knocks him to the ground. A Mugger points a gun at the fisherman and demnads his wallett. THe Fisherman yells "I Give Up! take what you want" A referee appears and calls for the bell WINNER, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, A New York City Mugger!
The mugger is walking down the street conting his loot, when he unexpectedly walks into the middle a New York City Street parade! An elephant knocks him to the ground. The elephant stops, and the rider jumps to the ground, landing on the mugger and spilling his loot everywhere. The rider takes off his helmet to reveal a large mohawk. A referee counts to 3 WINNER! and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Justin Sane
Sane looks to the ground, and grabs some of the loot
Justin: Sweet! Five Bucks!
He collects his title and rejoins the parade.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2012 7:06:08 GMT -5
RM: Crowing is just making excuses for himself, because he knows he can't beat me. He wants to say that I started the brawl that got our match thrown out last week because I lack conviction? Tell me then, does he consider choking his opponents out with the ring ropes to be within the rules? Is that somehow acceptable, yet when I fire back with fists, it's in cowardice? The guy is confused, reaching to grab something that he will never even touch. He can go on and on with this overblown legend of himself that he may very well believe is true in his own mind; saying that he can go with the very best of them is laughable. Crowing, until you met me, you had not yet experienced the very best of them. I am the very best of them.
RM: As for Ghosthead, he claims that he will beat me because he wants to. Well, I want to drop him on his head and compress his spine. Does that mean it's just going to magically happen? No, I have to make it happen. In the same vein, he would have to make this victory over me that he's fabricated in his mind a reality. The problem with that is... reality. In the real world, the world that I'm talking to you in right now, Ghosthead simply can't beat me. Period. The world he's created for himself, however, in his own mind, to celebrate his own ego, functions under an illogical set of laws which allow him to get the better of me. But we're not competing in his mind on Wednesday, we're competing in the ring. And in the ring, I can not be beaten.
RM: I am the best wrestler in the world, by far, and I don't need ten nicknames, cliche rafter promos, an audience's ass to kiss, or a destiny to prove it. All I need is me.
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2012 7:30:10 GMT -5
"So it appears life goes on with the DDT title. A fish, and an elephant being involved in it's lineage.
You see, that is why i discarded it in the first place. I was DDT Champion once before, but I took that to make an impact, and I succedded. I lost it shortly afterwards, but did not pursue the matter, because it had served its purpose.
I make a point to pursue the Intercontinental Title. First because Psykle had it, and I wanted to prove to him I did not need his help.
Now I pursue it, because...... I want to. The title gives me more leeway to cause damage, hurt my opponents.
And that is what I truly desire. To make people bleed to make them scream out in agony. To make them feel pain worse than they can imagine. To make them feel MY pain. The pain I live with every day.
So congratulations Justin Sane. Enjoy your title reign. Enjoy getting pinned by a circus clown or a kitchen sink.
I will focus on real titles. I will focus on hurting people I will focus n breaking bones, specifically yours little Matty Folz. You will scream out in anguish. And I will savor every moment. "
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2012 7:56:23 GMT -5
Wyatt and an SFJ are in his home in East Ely Nevada. They are seated in what can only be described as a Trophy Room with a number of plaques, trophies, a very old-school wrestling belt, and newspaper clippings covering the walls. We join what appears to be an interview in progress, discussing the old days
Wyatt: ...so in those days, companies like the UNWF built our own stars, and sometimes we were successful, sometimes we weren't.
SFJ: ...and I think that brings us to your biggest star, the woman you referred to as a hundred and twenty five pounds of solid steel, Beth Banner. How did she come to the company?
Wyatt: Beth was an outstanding athlete in High School, a gymnast, basketball, softball, volleyball, cross country. She even weight trained with the football team. You couldn't find an ounce of fat on her. But she was one of our biggest fans. Then, all at once, she dropped out of sight. I ran into her one day at a local store. She saw me, and just dashed off. A couple of weeks later she showed up at an event and we talked for about an hour. It was then that I knew she had what it took, and I trained her, and the rest, as they say, is history.
SFJ: We've heard something interesting about Beth. Was she really deaf?
Wyatt: I guess twenty years later we can reveal the truth. While she was attending college some idiot in a science lab caused an explosion...killed three kids around Beth. Apart from destroying her hearing, she wasn't otherwise hurt. But the accident destroyed her self esteem, ripped apart what little relationship she had with her parents, and she was really alone.
SFJ: So, how did you...
Wyatt: Beats me. There are people who can probably tell you how this stuff works better than I can. I'm no scientist or...psychic phenomenon researcher. All I know is that we communicated, wordlessly. It was the most amazing thing, and probably made it where the two of us were darned near unstoppable.
SFJ: How so?
Wyatt: In the ring, out of the ring, we always could have each others backs. No screaming to be heard over the crowd. She was just there. I was just there for her. I can't explain it.
SFJ: Let's go back to that night, June 30th, 1988.
Wyatt: Do we have to? It was...well..not our shining moment.
SFJ: I understand, but people know. They should hear your side of it.
Wyatt: Well, to fully understand, you need to know that Ned Neal, a co-owner of the company, had become more and more … I guess you'd have to say Off The Wall. Once he was just a nasty guy, but he had literally become deranged....
SFJ: How So:
Wyatt: Well, a couple of weeks earlier, I had arranged for some executives of a very prominent promotion to come in and look at doing a cross promotion talent trade deal. Well, we're not two minutes into our first match when out comes Ned with a baseball bat breaking up the match. I tried to play it off as a standing gimmick that he would do. But then the second match and he actually starts beating one of the guys with the bat and hurt him, bad. I had to go out and run him to the back. Well, then we put a couple of the ladies out there, and here comes his sister Nancy...and she takes one of the girls and flat knocks her into next Thursday. Well by this time the executives decide this isn't a safe place for them or their talent and leave, and I've had enough...I catch Ned in the back and tell him to get to the ring right now...he takes a swing at me and I take him down, but in the process my clothes get torn up. Once we get to the ring, I tell him no more Mr Nice Guy from me. I set the match for two weeks from that night. Losers leave town. Either I go or he does. Then out pops Nancy and she wants to be included as well. Beth pops out, says count her in, and it's set. I tried to talk her out of it, but she said if I wasn't there, she didn't want to be there. I talked to the board, told them the match was to be for total control of the company, winner take all. We had one card the following week that I had to hire twenty five off duty police officers to keep him out of the ring so we could have a card. He still made a disaster of it. He injured one of our top prospects, a football player 8 inches taller than him, 75 pounds heavier. He took him out with brass knucks and ended up shattering his kneecap. We avoided each other. We didn't want to cause a huge scene. We weren't even in the TV areas at the same time. That's why I never saw...how I never knew how they threatened us...until just recently.
SFJ: We saw the footage, you went over 90 minutes in a loser leave town street fight.
Wyatt: To this day, I don't know how. Beth and I stayed in each others heads all night, keeping the other going. What kept Ned and Nancy going...well, I thought, still think, it was something evil. How do you keep going for that long and never slow down. And then after Beth took Nancy out with that Piledriver, she didn't get up for a long time. We thought we were safe, that they would leave peacefully. She never should have been in that ring with me.
SFJ: Tell us what happened – from your perspective...
Wyatt: I brought her back to the ring, it was her moment of glory. She had saved the company for us. And I had planned, if we won, to ask her to marry me.
SFJ: And you were about to propose when the Neals attacked...
Wyatt: Beth and I were exhausted, but it was like they were fresh and rested. They clipped her in the back of the head and kicked me in the balls. Next thing I know Ned's got me in a sleeper cinched in hard, and I see Nancy hit Beth in the back of the head with the chair and she goes down like a shot. She's screaming in my head that she can't move, help me, help me. I keep fighting but the lights are going out. Nancy puts the chair on Beth's head and drops on it...and the screaming stopped...and I was out.
SFJ: Weren't you ready for something like this to happen?
Wyatt: Probably should have been. But the match was over. We thought it was done. If the guys in the back had suspected anything they would have been right on it. But the aisles were jammed. They couldn't get there any faster. Security and their cattle prods are probably the only thing that saved me.
SFJ: Cattle Prods?
Wyatt: No such things as tazers in 1988. the did the trick, shocked him and Nancy into submission so they could get them into handcuffs and out of the ring.
SFJ: What was the next thing you remember?
Wyatt: It was July 4th. I was pretty much out of it for days. Nancy's fixation with destroying the family jewels was serious. Between that, a concussion, and what they called massive blood loss, well, I was surprised when I found out I was out for most of four days.
SFJ: And when you found out what happened to Beth?
Wyatt: What do you want me to say? That I was devastated? Destroyed? It was like a piece of my soul was ripped from my body. I wished that I had stood up to her and refused. I should never have let her in that ring.
SFJ: But Nancy...she was your wife...
Wyatt: She was my EX-Wife. We had been divorced for a year. She never liked our focusing on the smaller women, and she felt I excluded her. When Beth came along, she was insanely jealous. She thought that all I wanted was...well, that wasn't on the radar...
SFJ: Are you saying that you never slept with...
Wyatt: (Angry) Hold it. Let me explain something to you. For the better part of three years we were together day and night. We were in each others heads. We knew our hopes, our ambitions, our dreams. That's more intimate than anything sexual could ever be. To lose that intimacy, that was a bigger loss than anything I have ever lost in my life. Now, if this is where this is going, this interview is over.
Wyatt pushes the cameraman out of the room and the building and the SFJ follows as we...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2012 8:29:49 GMT -5
Voiceover Guy: We find ourselves looking in on the set of The OOWF Today with your host, Lisa Edelstein..... take it away Lisa! LE: That was odd. Anyway, my guests today are challenging for the Campeonas de Trios this week. THey will be facing World Champion LD Williams and Phoenix Rising, as well as current Trios champions Chris Evans & The Flyin' Hawaii'ans. With no further ado, Los Vengadores Mascaras! ~~~ Live to Rise begins to play and Phantos, Lucios & El lobo Sangriento make their way on set. Phantos gives Lisa an extended hug, which she wriggles out of. ~~~ LE: Please, let's keep this professional Phantos: But Lisa, it's me, Cha.. LE: I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. Anyway, so you three are involved in this three way trios match Lobo: Yes. The three of us intend to take those championships away from the new guard. LE: You don't sound Hispanic. You sound almost... Canadian. Lobo: I am LE: Really? with a name like El Lobo Sangriento, you'd think you were from down there. Lucios: Do you even watch wrestling? LE: I... I get note cards before the interviews. Lucios: So you have no idea who we are? LE: some masked wrestlers? And from the sound of it, you aren't Mexicans either. Phantos: Lisa, I'm rying to tell you, I'm Cha... LE: Aaaaaanyway, So what is your strategy for the match this week? Lucios: Well, we plan on.. Voiceover Guy: Suddenly, the door bursts open and Comrade Sharkoff charges on set. Again! I am denied chance on talk show. what makes men who hide their faces better than me?Voiceover Guy: Los Vengadores leap into action, corralling the intruder and tossing him out the door Lobo: well guys, I guess since he said it, we might as well ~~~ Lucios nods, and the three of them leap into action, corralling the intruder and tossing him out the door Phantos brushes his hands ~~~ Phantos: I guess that's that. LE: Thank you very much. That guy is always interrupting these things. Lucios: You still have no idea who we are? LE: Los Vengadores Mas... wait.. (looks at her not cards) Mascaras. I'm glad he's gone. At least he didn't interrupt Chad and Zane this time. Phantos: I'm trying to tell you I'm Cha.. LE: SO, that's our time this week. Tune in to Midweek Mayhem this Wednesday, LIVE! from New York City (Cheap Pop)... what was that about? Lobo: What was what aboot? LE: That cheer. It didn't come from here. Phantos: I'll explain it to you tonight. Over dinner LE: I'm flattered, really. But I do kind of have plans already with someone else. Phantos: I'm telling you, I'm Cha... LE: Good Night Everybody! ~~~ Cheesy music plays. Phantos walks up to Lisa and lifts his mask ~~~ LE: You look A LOT like a close friend of mine, do you know Chad Madison? Voiceover Guy: Phantos turns and faces his partners, who break out in laughter as we fade...
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Post by BookerShark on May 7, 2012 13:59:39 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in the DEA Luxury Suites with laptop talking on Skype with a recuperating Lexie.
FW: Yeah, I think he just is over-identifying me with his late tag team partner or something. He's harmless.
LD: Well, just be careful. So...no word on Moose?
FW: No.....and I know Alex doesn't like me having Lucky look for him.
LD: I thought Lucky was still in Canada? How does he keep showing up in Selena's office?
FW: I don't know...I'm pretending it's via Skype.
LD: Anyway...Alex just doesn't understand brothers and sisters from the sister's perspective. I do, though. It's like we put them up on these pedestals and then when they do something wrong we just completely ignore it because, well, they're our brothers.
FW: Like....in Philly?
Awkward silence
LD: Yeah......I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't.
FW: I know you did. *quietly* I remember.
LD: Just like you try to get Moose to change, even though he's not going to. We still don't love them any less.
FW: I know...Okay, I have to go it's time for--
LD: "Intensive training?" *Lexie giggles*
FW: Don't you start with that.
LD: I'm sorry it's just so hysterical. Like, you've ever been so shy to put your sex life into euphemisms.
FW: I know, right? I mean, when I say intensive training, that's exactly what it is. Of course, since Cubbie used to try and get out of those as many times as possible, I can see how he wouldn't remember that.
The two laugh a bit.
LD: Okay, I'm getting kinda tired....Just...one more thing, Fire.
FW: Anything.
LD: This ... having Lucky and Omar search for Moose....What exactly are you searching for?
FW: I don't know what you mean.
LD: Are you searching for the brother you actually have? Or the one you always wanted?
FW: .............I get it.
LD: See you later.
FW: Rest up. I need you to come back and help me keep your own brother in line.
LD: Will do.
They blow kisses at each other on the screen and then the Skype window disconnects. Firewoman thinks a moment before grabbing her cell phone.
FW: .....Hey, Lucky, it's me.........No, I need you to just....stop everything. Come on back.................That's right....Do me a favor and call Omar too, and tell him to call off......because it's not worth it....he wants to stay lost, let him stay lost. Besides, it's not like he moved heaven and earth to search for me. Okay, see you in a bit.
Firewoman hangs up the cell phone as we faaaaaaaaaaade.....
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2012 17:22:42 GMT -5
FADE into the New Guard suites where Mai Muyo and Stan Fulton are standing.
SF: "So are we supposed to promo?"
MM: "I think so. Chris called me and said to be here."
SF: "Me too. Though I'm not very familiar with your promo style."
MM: "Stan, I've been in the OOWF for some time now."
SF: "I know. But I have a hard enough time making up my own promos to figure out how everyone else does it."
MM: "Well how about you do your thing and I'll jump in where I can."
SF: "Alright."
A new OOWF banner drops down behind the two New Guard members and microphones are handed to Fulton and Mai from ... somewhere.
SF: "Well bookermen. You think another version of Beauty and the Beast is in order? I welcome not only my new partner but the implication. Mai is the future of this company. A superstar in the making. Her quickness and high-flying ability along with my power and force will make us the next OOWF World Tag Team Champions."
MM: "But we don't know who we're fighting. Still, it doesn't matter. As the New Guard, we've all worked with everyone else and each of us can team with any other and dominate."
SF: "I'm making you sound like Chris or Matt."
MM: "You'll do better next time, Stan. I have faith in you."
SF: *sigh*
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2012 17:23:41 GMT -5
Wyatt is back in his office in his East Ely Nevada home. He is still on the telephone, which he is considering getting surgically implanted to save time...
...and this has just been more hassle than it's worth, but I think that I may just have to do things a bit differently. Well, I probably need to hire a full time producer for the radio program. Oh, we can afford it now with these last radio ratings. The sales are taking off. Three more stations signed on this week, and taking these swings through big cities that the OOWF is working gets me in to see some decision makers, so that's good as well. No, the marketing department at the OOWF called us, they wanted to do some cross promotion. I just about wrote them off at first, but then it seemed to make sense. Expose them to our audience, expose us to their much younger audience. It seems to be working for now.
Oh no, don't be ridiculous, this is the OOWF, not TNA. I'm creeping up on the short side of 60. Getting back in the ring is the dumbest thing that I could do. No desire whatsoever. Hey, I've got to go. Let me know when your new book is out and we'll do a segment on the show. I really wish you and Ross were running this year. You would clean these goobers clocks. Have a great day, Pat. Give your lovely wife Kay my best. Take care.
Wyatt hangs up the phone, lets out a huge sigh, looks at the pile of papers on the desk, shakes his head, then picks up a piece of paper, studies it, then again picks up the phone..
Good evening, my dear. How's KG and the hubby. Good, good. I thought I should check on that little project I put you on. Yes, I know my notes are a mess, but are they making progress? I'll see if I can get down there on Friday night to work with them personally. No, don't. The mix of the routine is very important, it helps build strength without impeding agility. Good, step up the routines and I'll be down on the weekend. If this works out right, I'll get you that soda machine you wanted. All right my dear, see you this weekend. All The Best!
Wyatt hangs up the phone, checks the clock, and makes another phone call...
Good afternoon, my love. Yes, I'm still up. I know that 2am is so very early, but this business isn't taking care of itself. I think we need to rethink hiring both a radio producer and a live-in administrative assistant. Well, we need one for at least another year until you get here, and if this going on the road continues you won't just want to stay at home, will you? Exactly. Just relax, keep on top of the bookings for me until I get these new people in place, and then you can enjoy life for awhile.
Oh, it appears Mrs Darling has decided that our help isn't needed in finding her brother. So please call the web people and have them pull the links off our site and have traffic pull those commercials. Tell them to rotate the Don Lemmon Know How and Straight Talk inventory in those positions.
Oh, honestly, these kids treat me like an old man, pat me on the head, and tolerate me. Really, between the Quinns and the Darlings, I honestly think they deserve one another. It's a shame. They could be just so much better. Oh, and Mrs al-Tikriti is so young she was born after WCW folded! But they say they're getting ready to do a series of tributes to the small territories. Well, I had to send the last interviewer home. Started trying to go all TMZ, looking for a sex angle between Beth and I.
Do you even have to ask, love? She was all I ever wanted, but between our connection and the business, it was just too much. But still...
Wyatt takes a very long pause and a deep breath...
Yes, my love, that ship has sailed and now I have you in my life, now and forevermore. Don't worry, all will be good for us. Yes, my love, I will be careful. Stay safe, and I will talk to you in the morning... Yes, my love, lab din kita. Good night.
Wyatt hangs up the phone and turns to the computer Let's see, book a flight down to Vegas tonight with a connection to New York for Wednesday, then back to Vegas. Given the connection times, might as well just stay in Vegas, call the Riviera and get my suite, and then the fun is just beginning...
Wyatt turns to look at a picture hanging on the wall....
Almost like old times, eh Legs?
Wyatt turns back to the computer as we....
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2012 17:24:27 GMT -5
*We see Alexis Darling shutting down her laptop, sort of grinning and shaking her head at the same time. The camera pulls back, and this place appears somewhat familiar. She tucks the laptop under her arm, gathers her crutches, and crutches herself into the other room. We see now that this is Davin Moreland's living room. Davin is also here, in his stylish Hoverround. Mickie is standing in a chair next to him, coloring on his handy tray table. Alexis crutches herself into another chair and reclines it all the way back.*
DM: (jaw, no longer wired shut) How'd that go?
LD: Your cousin is nuts.
DM: *stifles a laugh*
LD: You're right. Lisa, the nuts one that talks to other people besides himself and HIM.
DM: Thanks for differentiating. I dunno, she and Alex seem to be more into working now. That can't be a bad thing.
LD: They've got nothing better to do. I mean, we're both here.
MM: MICKIE!
LD: Ok fine, we're ALL here. God, what an attention whore.
DM: She must get it from her mother.
MM: WHORE!
DM: Oh, fantastic. Mickie, I thought we were past this stage.
MM: COOKIE!
DM: Later.
MM: JUICE!
DM: You have juice already, knucklehead.
MM: NUCKA-HEAD!
LD: Mickie. Say "terrible".
MM: TURRBLE!
DM: Great, you're turning my daughter into Charles Barkley.
MM: GWEATESTH POW FO' EVA!
LD: Yeah, she definitely gets it from her mother.
DM: Wait, why do you think Charles Barkley is the greatest power forward ever?
MM: *stares blankly*
DM: Ever hear of Tim Duncan?
MM: *more blankness*
DM: Kevin McHale?
MM: *mouth now agape, while blankly staring*
DM: Yeah, your reasoning kinda sucks.
MM: Cookie?
DM: I said later.
MM: Juice?
DM: *hands her her sippy cup* You had this juice all along. Right up on the tray table where you left it. Why didn't you just take it?
MM: DAH-DY GET!
LD: Dance, monkey! Dance!
DM: Quiet you.
*Mickie laughs*
DM: You too.
LD: Where is my sister anyway? I didn't come all the way up here to check out your Hoverround.
DM: Earning a paycheck. One of us has to.
LD: Wait. A PAYCHECK?
DM: Well, no. That was a figurative term.
LD: Oh, I was gonna say.
DM: Smart about it though. Runs the whole thing like a legitimate business, cleans all the cash...all good.
LD: Are you helping now?
DM: Oh, f....er...heck no.
LD: Heck.
DM: No, she's doing just fine on her own. I'd probably only slow things down at this point.
LD: Just like Run DEA.
DM: How?
LD: Hey, if you had just let ME handle everything, no one would have fought.
DM: Fighting was like half the fun.
LD: Still.
DM: Oh, no "still". If it were up to you, Moose and LD would have joined up.
LD: That is SO not true.
DM: Ah, it is though. I was there. I heard you and Alex. "We should tell him it's a good idea", she says.
LD: Ok, so in retrospect....not my best idea.
DM: You had some good ones.
MM: MO JUICE!
DM: You finished that already?
MM: MO!
DM: How about water?
MM: *raspberry*
LD: *laughing* Don't hold back, girl. Tell us how you really feel.
DM: Fine. *Davin reaches into his Optional Hoverround Cooler, and pulls out some juice, pours it, and puts it back* There. Juice. Don't drink it so fast or you're going to turn into an apple.
MM: *maniacal, over-the-top, laughing*
DM: Dude, not that funny.
MM: Fank you dah-dy.
DM: You're welcome, Other GOAT.
MM: *makes some goat noises before inhaling more juice*
DM: Don't look at me like that after the goat noises. You might have those creepy, rectangle eyes.
LD: Must be nice being that age. Everything's either hilarious or awesome.
DM: You mean, my age?
LD: Being in a Hoverround is awesome?
DM: No, but it's hilarious.
LD: ...good point.
DM: So, Lexie. Be honest. Why did you put yourself out and fly up here? It wasn't just to see the baby.
LD: It's not?
DM: Lex...
LD: And it's not really putting myself out. I mean, door to limo to private jet to limo, isn't really roughing it.
DM: Alexis.
LD: OK! So, anyway, there is something very important to talk to you about.
DM: I'm not un-retiring.
LD: What the fuck? That's so selfish!
DM: I'm in a fucking HOVERROUND!
MM: FUCK!
DM: Drink your juice, Mickie.
LD: There are other people to consider.
DM: Are you serious? Like who?
LD: Me, for starters.
DM: What the fuck do you need me for?
LD: YOU'RE MY TAG PARTNER!
DM: Ok, listen. I've had a few different partners, and-
LD: What the fuck is your problem? We are TAG CHAMPS!
DM: No, we're not.
LD: *looks all sad* Why not?
DM: We lost. I was there. I probably took the pin and everything.
LD: Probably?
DM: Do I look like the Resident OOWF Historian?
LD: You really don't remember.
DM: Ok, stop it. We definitely did this angle before.
LD: Well, it wasn't actually an angle. You actually forgot. Just like now.
DM: Texpress are likely the champs. Even I know that.
LD: Likely?
DM: Historian. Not one.
LD: You don't need a historian to tell you who the current champs are.
DM: Apparently you do, if you think we're the tag champs.
LD: Don't turn this around on me!
DM: Turn what around, psycho?
LD: We are the current reigning and LONGEST reigning tag champs for IWA-MS? Or did you forget that?
DM: Oh THAT? That I forgot.
LD: ASSHOLE!
DM: You can't be serious anyway. We haven't defended those in over a year now.
LD: I KNOW! The time's going to run out, and they'll strip our belts!
DM: Can't we just get new ones when we spend $20 or more at Steak and Shake?
LD: That is NOT the point!
DM: Lex...I don't know how to tell you this...but in case you haven't noticed....I am CONFINED TO A HOVERROUND!
LD: Doesn't matter. Just show up. I'll beat them myself.
DM: So, what, I'm gonna hang out ringside in my shiny Hoverround, while you come crutching out?
LD: Something like that...
DM: ...
LD: So...it wasn't a well-thought-out plan.
DM: And we're totally not champs anymore anyway.
LD: Maybe. Who checks these things?
DM: The resident IWA-MS Historian?
LD: You're such a dick.
DM: Yeah, well, it gets me over.
*Time passes as more inane cartoons roll by on the screen*
LD: Oh, something else.
DM: What?
LD: The OOWF's 500th-
DM: What?
LD: Show Special is coming up-
DM: What?
LD: So help me I will bash this crutch over your skull.
DM: Wh-
*Alexis whips her crutch at Davin's head, who just barely ducks it*
DM: -at?
LD: The Special is coming up. Everyone who has ever been in OOWF are going to be there.
DM: Well, except Corax.
LD: Well, yeah.
DM: And Semaj B.
LD: Yup, him too. For obvious reasons.
DM: Spin-
LD: Joke's probably over now.
DM: And..........drumroll, please...
*Mickie starts up a drumroll-sorta noise*
DM: Davin Moreland!
MM: TA-DA! *she goes back to Dora or whatever*
LD: Ta-da?
DM: She can't really do the cymbal noise yet. Ta-da works just as well.
LD: What do you mean you're not coming. You HAVE to come.
DM: Why? I can't wrestle. I'm just going to be a sitting duck back there talking to Mr. Jealous or whoever. The Hoverround only tops out at like 10 MPH.
LD: The fans! I mean, besides them. Everyone wants to see you. See how you're doing. You know.
DM: I'll have to think about it. I'm not just going to sit there and take an ass-kicking.
MM: Dah-dy?
DM: Sorry sweetie. Daddy said "ass". That's a bad word. Don't ever say it...at least not in front of people.
LD: Really think about it?
DM: Yeah, I will, I promise. You can't write OOWF's history without me. It would be a huge letdown if I didn't go. I could do a couple of signings for some pocket money....fuck, I mean, yeah, I'll think about it, Lex.
MM: Dah-dy?
DM: Sorry sweetie. Daddy said "fuck". That's a bad word. Don't ever say it...at least not in front of people.
LD: The caveat at the end is a nice touch.
DM: Well, don't go blabbing about it. The better half doesn't know.
LD: You're such a rebel.
MM: Dah-dy?
DM: What? Rebel? Daddy didn't even say that.
MM: Dah-dy?
DM: What is it?
MM: POTTY!
DM: Oh shit, here we go!
*Davin scoops Mickie up with one arm to the bathroom, and Hoverrounds his way to the bathroom. Time passes.*
DM: Well, nothing like a good poop before nap time.
LD: Just...ew.
DM: Hey, that's a big milestone. At least warning us when it's time to go potty.
LD: Your little girl is growing up.
DM: Yeah. One day they're 0 and the next day they're 2. I like her more now that she can respond to me when I talk. I talked to her a lot when she was a baby.
LD: You talk to everyone a lot.
DM: ...
LD: Hell, you talk to no one a lot.
DM: Did you say Noone?
LD: No. Lucky's not here, man.
DM: Ah. Good.
LD: Yeah.
DM: ...
LD: Got anything to drink?
DM: Um....I got this juice.
LD: Yeah. That's what I want. Apple juice.
DM: Oh no, not that bottle. This other bottle.
LD: You mean the other one that ALSO has apple juice in it?
DM: No. This one has Daddy's Special Apple Juice.
LD: That sounds creepy as fuck.
*Davin tosses her the bottle*
DM: Have some.
LD: I'm legitimately scared.
DM: DRINK IT!
LD: *apprehensively, Alexis does eventually drink some, and gets a big smile on her face* This isn't apple juice.
DM: No. It's not. It's entirely possible I swapped that out with my Jameson's in a moment of clarity.
LD: Now see? That's smart, Davin.
DM: There's only so much Dora you can watch.
*fade*
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