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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 10:48:50 GMT -5
(Wyatt's alarm is going off and from the looks of things, it's way too early for him. Wyatt, Ali, Clancy, and the girls were up late packing the plane for the trip – seriously, three trunks for the girls – each! – and going over last minute strategy for Wednesday's match...which is still hard because none of their opponents have been seen. Wyatt drags himself out of bed, heads for the restroom, and is stopped by a note. It reads: Uncle Wyatt, Sorry, I have to do this. I love you, Clio. A shocked look is on his face as he rushes to the girls room)
Wyatt: EDRA! WHERE'S CLIO.
Edra: We're sleeping...
Wyatt: NO. SHE'S NOT HERE!
Edra: Wait, what? Huh?.
Wyatt: Look at this note...where did she go?
Edra: OmigodOmigodOmigod...I knew something was bothering her when she was in the bathroom last night...wait, let me look...
Edra looks under Clio's mattress. In addition to an assortment of pictures, there's an envelope...return address Lawrence Kansas
Wyatt: Oh no, she got one of the letters?
Edra: Letters, from who.
Wyatt: Stephen Phelps
The name from the past shakes Edra to the core...she wails, screams, and thrashes. Wyatt tries to hold her and console her but it is a losing battle until Wyatt slaps her. Edra stops and begins sobbing uncontrollably into Wyatt's shoulder.
Wyatt: OK, come on. We've got to pull ourselves together for Clio.
Edra: You don't think....
Wyatt: What do you think?
Edra: I'll get dressed. I'll call Mike so you can....
Wyatt: Figure this out? Oh, this is easy. It's just, where do we go when we get to Lawrence.
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, I'm scared.
Wyatt: You should be. If I don't play my cards right, Power and Glory could be finished before it starts.
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(Time passes, and Wyatt and Edra are onboard the Gulfstream. Apart from some crying from Edra and consoling from Wyatt, not much has been said. As the plane lands and Wyatt turns on his phone there's a text from Clancey: “Edra in Douglas County Jail. Local atty and Phelps himself called. Call back asap”
Wyatt: Fuck Phelps. (Wyatt calls the attorney) Yeah, Wyatt. Heading for the Jail now. Get me the judge. No, he's been writing her. She found one. I've been destroying them as they came in. Yes, I'll call Clancey and tell him to save what I haven't shredded. That restraining order runs both ways. Bye. (Wyatt turns to Edra) Come on. (Wyatt and Edra head for the rental car counter.)
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, what did the letters say?
Wyatt: Ramblings. Insanity. Saying that he knew he still loved her because he comes to see him every Wednesday night. She fights for him. She wins for him. He loves her and forgives her.
Edra: Nutcase! He's crazy!
Wyatt: Brain damaged, disoriented, can't differentiate between Reality and the Television
Edra: And...we did that?
Wyatt: Self defense. He deserved it...and worse. You know what he did to a lot of women on campus.
Edra: Yeah. Dropouts...pregnancies...suicides....
Wyatt: Who knows how many women you two saved.
Edra: Yeah, but at what cost...our souls, our lives...
(Wyatt and Edra enter the rental car agency, rent an economy car, drive to the Douglas County Jail, where their attorney, Jess Schwartz is waiting, along with a hospital administrator and Steven's Father, “evangelist” Fred Phelps)
Wyatt: You son of a bitch, what are you doing here.
Fred: Here to make sure that these abominations finally get put away where they should have been years ago..
Jess: Settle down, Fred...I suspect we can settle this quickly.
Edra: Is my sister OK?
Fred: The abomination that nearly killed my sweet boy is finally where she belongs...
Wyatt: Phelps, shut up or else....
(Wyatt steps toward the ancient alleged “man of god” but Edra and Jess hold him back...}
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, he's not worth it...
Jess: Besides, I think we've got this wrapped up pretty nicely
Fred: Hiding behind legalese
Jess: It seems there was a changeover in the hospital staff a few months ago, and in the shuffle, the information about the restraining order was misplaced.
Fred: Using the document that was supposed to keep your harlots away from my boy against him. Outrageous.
Jess: The restraining order cuts both ways. The court would probably rule that your son's letters were impermissible contact. Since Mr Cox called, the hospital found six more letters waiting to be mailed, all begging her to come...
Edra: But Clio...
(Wyatt and Edra anxiously look to the adminstrator)
Administrator: Look, she only wanted to see him. She looked in, started crying and got on her knees and prayed for him.
Fred: Heathen prayers for my beloved Christian Boy...harlot!
(Edra and Wyatt look at each other with a knowing smile and together get on their knees)
Fred: That's it, you abominations, mock me, mock prayer. God will destroy you!
Edra: Heavenly Father, thank you for your many gifts, and thank you for absolving us of our sins. We place our hearts in your hands daily.
Wyatt: Forgive this old fool who takes your name in vain, for God hates no one, not Fags, queers, homosexuals, heterosexuals, sinners, or Fred Phelps.
Edra: We pray again for the recovery of Steven from the injuries we caused him, and hope that you will not heal him just physically, but mentally from all the years of abuse at the hands of his family.
(Fred tries to intervene, but Jess and the administrator hold him back)
Wyatt: And dear Lord, look over our injured friend Stan, who needs your healing touch. Bless him and bring him back to us so we can be together again.
Edra: We ask these things in the name of your Son, who gave his life to make ours eternal, and made our blessings possible. Thank you, Lord for the blessings of Beth, Mom, and Uncle Wyatt, and all our friends who make our lives possible.
Wyatt: In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we thank you. Amen
Edra: Amen
Jess: Amen
Administrator: Amen
Fred: Outrageous. Perversion of the word of God!
Wyatt: Wow, what praise coming from an expert!
other voice: Excuse me, is this a private prayer, or can anyone join in.
(The camera pulls back to reveal an exhausted Clio, who has obviously been crying...a lot...)
Wyatt: Baby...
Edra: Sis!
(Wyatt, Edra, and Clio share a great happy and crying group hug.)
Jess: While you were praying the judge showed up and dismissed the charges based on the Hospital's negligence. That is, provided you don't intend to press charges...
Wyatt: People make mistakes. As long as they own up to them and apologize.
Fred: Outrageous! The abominations walk away free...
Clio: Mr Phelps, your son is the abomination. He destroyed the lives of dozens of young women. He finally met one he couldn't break.
Wyatt: Fred, I warn you. You stir this pot up again and the nation will find out about this incident, about your son, and about your abusive nature as a parent. I'll flood Northeastern Kansas with investigators who'll find out every transgression of the Phelps family. Trust me, You. Don't. Want. That.
Fred: Demon! Threatening an old man.
Wyatt: I don't get any mileage out of that line, Fred. Neither should you.
Administrator: Mr Cox, Miss Neil, Miss Neil, we profoundly apologize for the error. It won't happen again.
Wyatt: (extending his hand to the administrator who shakes it, then to Jess who does the same) I trust that it won't. Isn't it amazing how easily these things can be handled between reasonable people.
Fred: Abominations!
Wyatt: (Grabbing Fred by the lapels) Consider yourself luck I've committed the girls and myself to appear in Indianapolis tonight. Or you'd be finding out what it feels like to have a pitchfork up your ass...permanently.
Fred: This is assault. Assault. Demon.
Wyatt: Not worth my time or energy.
(Wyatt lets go of Fred, turn to the girls and takes them each by an arm as they head to the rental car)
Wyatt: Have you eaten?
Clio: Are you kidding?
Wyatt: That's what I thought. (Picking up his phone and dialing) Burger Stand? Wyatt Cox here. Need a Garbo and two Lentel Burgers...why yes, they're with me. Oh really, we can only stay a minute, could you fix those to go? Pictures? Wyatt elbows the girls Sure we have time. Thanks!
Clio: What was that?
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, you're kidding...
Wyatt: Seems word got around that the OOWF star Glory was in town and got arrested outside the room of the serial assaulter Steven Phelps. You two already have a ton of fans here. Some of the underclassmen recognized you on Mayhem. It's all over the Social Media...It appears we have an unscheduled personal appearance.
Edra: Oh, Uncle Wyatt, let's get back to the plane
Clio: Yeah, hurry!
Wyatt: Wait. You two don't want to see your fans?
Clio: Duh, I've spent the night in jail. I look like hell...
Edra: Well, that's true..
Clio: HEY!
Edra: But I need to freshen up too.
Wyatt: Let's go.
Edra: You do this again without telling me.
Clio: I know...Sorry...
(everyone smiles and link arms and walk to the car as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 10:49:41 GMT -5
Cut to a still clearly exhausted and distraught Martha Rodriguez sitting in front of Stan Fulton's hospital room. Looking up surprised as someone hands her a cup of coffee.
MR: Thank you.
Matt Folz: Don't thank me too much, it's Decaf. You should get some sleep, let me give you a ride back to the hotel.
MR: I'd prefer to stay.
MF (Nodding): How is he?
MR: No change, still unconcious. Mai's in there praying for him right now if you want to join them.
MF: Be hypocritical of me to start that now. Just...wanted to check on him. (Sighing) He got this trying to come to my defense, and I just wanted to apologize,
MR: I don't think he's blaming you.
MF: No, but..... I- I don't know, this whole New Guard thing has slipped off track. This isn't what I intended for us to be and this isn't what I recruited Stan and Mai into. Tell Mai, and tell Stan when he wakes up, that if they want to leave the New Guard after all this.. they should fear no retribution from me at least.
MR (Nodding): Anything else?
MF: Yeah....... also tell him that Ponder sucks, Peterson isn't going to be back to form all year whether he makes it back for the opening game or not, and that I look forward to mercilessly taunting him after the two Packer blowouts this year.
MR (Smiling just slightly): I'll pass that on.
MF: One more thing. Has Evans called, stopped by or checked on him at all?
MR: Not a word.
MF (Shaking head): That's what I thought.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 10:50:01 GMT -5
"Consider this a stay of execution Danny Taylor. Your fate has been determined, but your life has been spared this week. Spend time with your loved ones, hold them close, for after this week, I resume my relentless pursuit of you and the Intercontinental title.
Carl Coolname, Mark Vander, this is not the OOWF of your past. You two drew the short srtaw. you face myself and Ghosthead, one of the few individuals capable of causing the kind of pain I revel in. Fortuantely for you, your suffering will be brief. after one match you can fade back into history and I will resume my search for destruction"
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 20:29:02 GMT -5
**Stank and L.D. Williams are having coffee at Ric’s when OOWF Hall of Famer Donovan Viper walks in. Williams stands as he approaches, and the half-brothers embrace. As Williams sits down, Viper looks around furtively. He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s biting his tongue. **
S: “Let it out - you’ll hurt yourself.”
V: “I AM NOT A HOMO!”
**Conversation stops. Ric looks up from the counter.**
R: “Welcome back, Fat Boy! Whoooo!”
V: “Fat? Fat? Have you seen Hardbody?”
LDW: “Relax, Donny. Have a seat.”
**Viper sits down as Ric brings him a cup of coffee. He digs in his bag and tosses a small photo album to Williams. Williams smiles as he flips through it, and his eyes glisten with not-quite tears.**
S: “Philippines or Nicaragua?”
V: “Both - I was visiting when I got the call about the 500th show.”
LDW: “How are they doing Donnie? - they look good.”
V: “The are good. Maria’s visa came through last week. She’s going to school in Toronto - wants to be a nurse. Anna and Tina both want to be teachers, but they’ve got a while to decide yet. I told them to consider law - spend more of your money.”
LDW: “And the boys?
V: “Miguel and Francisco both want to be wrestlers,”
LDW: “Like me…”
V: “No, like Uncle Donnie - I’m the hall-of-famer, remember?”
LDW <chuckling>: “I can never repay you for everything you’ve done for them Donnie.”
V: “That’s what family’s for.”
S: “It must be nice to get along with your brother.”
V: “Nice, but not easy. We worked at it - hard. Now if you’ll excuse me gents, I have people to laugh at and a match to prepare for.”
**Viper heads out the door, where a flock of SFJ’s tackle him, begging for an interview.**
S <Standing up>:“Well, I should find Lock - we need to ‘run into’ the Heels.”
LDW: “Lucas, that hard work Donnie mentioned? Some of it was beating the crap out of each other. Sometimes you gotta do what you have to, to be able to do what you want to.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 20:29:39 GMT -5
~~~ We fade into The Hallway (tm) where Mila Kunis is WALKING!! She passes a couple of production interns with clipboards, who stop and stare. She pays them no attention, and is obviously heading toward the OOWF Interview Location where yet another Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist waits with a Mic ~~~
RNSFJ: Jackie!
Mila: That's not my name you whore.
RNSFJ: But I....
Mila: You trying to say you're not a whore?
RNSFJ: No.. I mean yes.
Mila: HAve you been out with Chad Madison?
RNSFJ: No, but I'm supposed to interview him next, so there's always hope.
Mila: I was right. You're a whore. Now stand there, hold the microphone still and try not to get your tramp germs all over it.
I am here representing Comrade Sharkoff. The man is stuck in a weird six-man tag match with A former porn star and something called Apocalyptic Existance against DRs Infieri, Murder and Mikey Styner. Now, I realize that this week is the 500th show celebration, but a star of this man's magnitude deserves to be in a better matchup.
The Comrade is a serioud competitor. He fully intends to take over the OOWF. LD Williams, Danny Taylor, Ghosthead you should all be on notice. He is coming for your titles, and it really doesn't matter which one her gets first.
~~~ Mila turns to leave, and runs into Chad Madison, who was waiting just off camera. ~~~
Mila: Why are you always here?
Chad: Fate? Destiny?
Mila: Oh give me a break. I'm not one of these cheap floozies they hire to appease you.
Chad: You know I'm not serious about any of them. You on the other hand, I could get serious about.
Mila: Gag me. I'm leaving
Chad: Good Luck this week. I might just come down to ringside and watch the match.
Mila: Whatever. If you do, Comrade will likely knock you out
Chad: Not possible, you've already taken my breath away.
~~~ Mila rolls her eyes and storms off. Chad saunters up to the RNSFJ and tips his hat. ~~~
Chad: Hey there good lookin'
RNSFJ: Chad... ready for your match this week?
Chad: Of course we are. Zane has us watching more tape this week and spending more time working out this week than anytime I can remember recently. It's the 500th Show Celebration and Texpress gets to Main Event one of the 3 days. Its an honor we aren't taking lightly.
RNSFJ: Where is Zane:
Chad: putting together another CD of Team From Down Under highlights. We're going to be prepared.
RNSFJ: Did you see Hardbody Harris and Chris Alt's promos earlier this week?
Chad: We did. Trust Me ( (c) Moosehead Jack 2006 )(looks at the camera and winks) we aren't taking them lightly either. and Eco and Voltage are just as troublesome a team to deal with as the other two. You know, the teams in this match have 15 Tag Team Championships between them, not counting Ecosystem and Outback Jack's Championships with different partners. It's going to be one heck of a challenge to survive this clusterbomb, but if anyone can, it's Zane and I
RNSFJ: Well thanks for coming by.
Chad: Anytime you want toots.
RNSFJ: I... I was wondering if you could help me with something?
Chad: Sure
RNSFJ: I can't seem to decide what outfit to wear for the show this week. Could I try some on and have you help me pick one out?
Chad: (grinning wide) Of course. Happy to help. And if any of the other girls need some help too, I'd be glad to help three or four of you at once.
~~~ Chad winks at the camera and we fade... ~~
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 20:30:09 GMT -5
(Wyatt is in the American Sunrise Radio hospitality suite seeing to last minute details before the 8pm Eastern time opening. Several huge television monitors are posted throughout the suite so the visitors can keep up with OOWF-T and their highlights of the past 499 shows and totally not that other company's PPV. Suddenly Wyatt hears his name called)Edra: Uncle Wyatt... (Wyatt turns to see Edra and Clio dressed for opening night in a very conservative cocktail dress.)(Wyatt is overcome with emotion.)Wyatt: You look...so...so... Clio: Old... Wyatt: NO, so grown up. So beautiful. So...so much like your mother. When she was better. Edra: Now, Uncle Wyatt, we know we look nothing like Mom. Wyatt: NONONO...not how you look. How you ARE. Poised, warm. You have her...her..demeanor, her Joie de vivre...your mom is so proud of you... Clio: And Beth is so proud of you. The way you've handled...everything so...calmly. Wyatt: I'll admit that days like today are what make things horrible...and wonderful! Edra: Do you think the Lawrence police will ever forgive us? Wyatt: Hey, we didn't announce our presence. We will have to go back to the midwest again, though. The women there are so proud of you two as well. Clio: Well, not every alumni does what we have done..thanks to you. Wyatt: I just did what any good father would do for their children. And, after all, that's how I look at you, as my children. Edra: We know. That's why we got you this. (Edra hands Wyatt a box about the size of a paperback book.)Wyatt: What's this? Clio: You're not the only one who can hide things well. Open it. (Wyatt opens the box and finds a custom belt buckle designed after the UNWF International Title. On the back is inscribed,”To the Worlds Champion Manager...and world's best father. Love, Edra and Clio." Wyatt begins crying.)Wyatt: Thank you girls. This means more than the real belt did. Edra: They knew you'd like it, and we did too. Happy Fathers Day, Uncle Wyatt. (The trio share a group hug as they await people to start showing up at the hospitality suite and we...)FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 21:29:03 GMT -5
FADE in on Stan Fulton’s hospital room. Mai Muyo has fallen asleep in the chair next to Fulton’s bed. Her head is resting on the bed’s edge, her arm next to her head on top of a Holy Bible.
Fulton’s arm, surprisingly moves, gently holding Mai’s head until she stirs.
MM: “Stan? You’re awake!”
SF: (still groggily) “So it would appear. Where am I?”
MM: “A hospital room in Detroit. Do you remember what happened?”
SF: “Most of it. I came to Matt’s aid and the Hawaiians struck me with a sledgehammer.”
MM: “You’ve been out for almost a week.”
SF: “Am I in time for the 500th show?”
MM: “You are, but you’re not wrestling.”
SF: “I’m in a tag team match. I can take it easy. Let Matt do most of the work.”
MM: “Stan...”
SF: “I’ll be fine, Mai.”
MM: “I’ll be there if you need me.”
SF: “Thanks, Mai. For everything. I think I’ve come to a decision. But we’ll need to talk about it.”
MM: “I’ve said I’ve never met a man with the convictions you have, Stan. Tell me what you want us to do.”
SF: “Soon. When there’s no ninja-cams around.”
MM: “Martha’s outside. And Matt stopped by. Martha told me he had a message for you.”
SF: “Sounds ominous. What did he say.”
MM: “He thanked you for helping him out, that if you want to leave the New Guard he won’t retaliate and that the Vikings suck. That last in not so many words.”
Fulton smiles a little at the last.
SF: “Poor deluded soul. Doesn’t he know that Aaron Rodgers is going to be injured in pre-season and the Packers will end up 4-12?”
MM: “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I hope Mr. Rodgers doesn’t get hurt.”
SF: “Me either. He really is the best quarterback in the NFL, but don’t let Matt hear I said that.”
MM: “What’s the NFL?”
SF: “I’ll teach you.”
MM: “When do we start?”
SF: “Tomorrow when I get the doctor’s release and we get to Indianapolis.”
MM: “I still think you shouldn’t wrestle this week.”
SF: “And I think there’s no way I’m going to let anyone... and I do mean anyone... stop me. I don’t care if they don’t like me, don’t like my character, don’t want to listen to me or think I’m an idiot. I know I’m a good human being and I will go on.”
MM: “Amen.”
SF: "Go get Martha. We've got plans to make.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 21:29:49 GMT -5
Fade back in to Stan Fulton's hotel room. Matt Folz walking in.
MF: 4-12 would STILL be better than the 2-14 you're going to end up at.
SF: How the hell...?
MF: OOWF TV in the cafeteria. Glad you're ok partner. If Wednesday is the last time we ever team, let's tear the house down. I'll meet you at the arena tomorrow. And Stan....... I don't know if you saw my earlier promo, but I meant it, thank you for what you did, and I'm sorry I got you into this in the first place. Oh, and glad you're finally coming around on Rodgers.
Folz smiles as he leaves
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 17, 2012 21:30:15 GMT -5
Before Folz leaves...
SF: "Oh and Matt?"
Folz turns around in the doorway.
MF: "Yeah, Stan?"
SF: "Lions are kicking everyone's ass this year."
Folz sighs and we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:32:19 GMT -5
Wyatt, Edra, and Clio have been watching OOWF-TV in the hospitality suite. After seeing the INC feed from Stan's hospital room they all screamed and shouted, then after hearing that Stan would be in Indianapolis, they all hugged, then got on their knees to give Thanks for Stan's recovery. The three then move over to the host table
Edra: Uncle Wyatt?
Wyatt: Yes, dear?
Edra: I get a feeling that things are about to change.
Wyatt: Most assuredly, my dear. The balance is about to change here in the OOWF, and for the better.
Clio: Better for us?
Wyatt: Us...and others. Trust me.
Wyatt touches the case, still in his pocket, containing the crucifix, as we...
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:33:01 GMT -5
(Ecosystem walks into a Taco Bell with VOLTAGE!) Eco: So no Tyler Vangarde return. Voltage: Wasn't that from when I was off drugs? Drugs are awesome! Eco: I feel like we were all on LSD back when we teamed... (Voltage approaches the counter, then turns around.) Voltage: All right, let's see if I can do this from memory. Eco: I have faith in you. Taco Bell Employee: Um...what can I get for you? Voltage: Can I get...a Caramel Apple Empanada... Taco Bell Employee: Off the 99 cent menu? Sure. Voltage: YES! Champ! Eco: Okay, one more! Voltage: And can I also get...a Big Taste Taco! And remind me how much that is... Taco Bell Employee: That's also off the 99 cent menu. Eco: NICE! Voltage: Woo hoo! Rock and roll! I'm the Narliest Double Ninety-Nine Cent Champion EVER! Taco Bell Employee: ...Didn't you two use to be on TV together? Eco: Yes, on OOWF-TV! We're The Defenestrators! Taco Bell Employee: Why do they call you guys that? (Suddenly, a giant anthropomorphic BRICK~! crashes through the window!) Voltage: BRICK~! I missed you! BRICK~!: Voltage! I came as fast as I could! Eco: That's why. (The Taco Bell Employee stares at Eco.) Um...why don't you give us four of everything on the dollar menu, and just add the cost of window repair to the bill? (Eco turns back to his group when suddenly...Tytan walks in. Tytan and Voltage go nose to nose.) Voltage: Tytan. My old nemesis from the days of Salvation. Tytan: Funny how I would see you here...in MY old space...taco bell is MY place... Voltage: Well, this Taco Bell ain't big enough for the both of us... (There is a silence. A tumbleweed rolls by. The tumbleweed contains Cowboy Mario.) Cowboy Mario: MAMA MIA! Voltage: ...Just kidding! There's plenty of room for all of us! (Everyone high fives and sits down to eat. Mai runs in.) Eco: Mai! Good job on your partner not being dead! Tytan: Man, I know what that's like, am I right? Voltage: Yeah buddy! Mai: Junichiro...I'm wrestling Ravenna and Aisha this week, and obviously, I haven't really been preparing. You knew Ravenna very well... Tytan: Is Aisha Ayaka? Eco: No, that's one of Poe's. I don't think Ayaka is wrestling. BRICK~!: No one from the Quarter Dollar Hooker Contest is wrestling? Cowboy Mario: ATTSA BULLSHIT! Mai: ...anyway, I was going to ask if you could take time off from goofing off with your friends to help me, your sister, your flesh and blood, train for my match. Voltage: That's pretty demanding. I thought you'd be happy he wasn't pointing a gun at you or trying to break your ankle. BRICK~!: Did anyone ever train for matches back in our day? Voltage: Absolutely not. Tytan: I used to do push-ups. Eco: Great idea! Do push-ups! Mai: ...I am not happy with you. Eco: Are you prone to be unhappy because you haven't eaten anything today? Mai: ....Yes. Pass me the soft tacos.) (Mai says grace and sits down next to BRICK~!, who hugs her as she starts eating.) FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:33:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to an undisclosed location, where we find El Lobo Sangriento REALIZING~! he has no idea what's going on and DECIDING~! to come back on Thursday.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:34:04 GMT -5
FADE in on the backstage area of the Pepsi Coliseum in Indianapolis, home of the OOWF 500th Show Spectacular (renamed from the OOWF Indianapolis 500 as the Indy Racing League LLC is quite miffed about appropriating their trademark).
Very slowly making his way through the area is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Many current and former OOWF stars stop to see how he’s doing. Mai Muyo, fresh from her trip to Taco Bell, comes bounding up, nearly knocking Fulton over. Not more than a few steps behind is...
SF: “Junichiro Muyo. Welcome back, Eco.”
Eco: “Stan.”
The two shake hands.
Eco: “I am truly glad you’re going to be okay.”
SF: “Thanks, Juni. I know this all happened for a reason. I was heading down a dark path, blindly following someone who has his own selfish reasons for what he does. I cannot follow any longer. Your sister’s been a big help in showing me the Light.”
MM: “We’re going to go to Bible study tomorrow.”
Eco: “Oh well. Another one corrupted.”
Fulton even smiles at this.
SF: “Good luck with your match, Juni.”
Eco: “You too, Stan.”
Fulton keeps walking, with the help of Mai, and turns a corner to find his former Trios partner.
Tytan: “Crusher! How the hell are you?”
SF: “Better now. How’ve you been? Since we lost the Trios titles, you sort of disappeared.”
T: “Yeah, life happens you know?”
SF: “I do. We had a good run though.”
T: “We did. Where’s LD? I was going to go talk to him too.”
SF: “No idea. I just got here. But if you find him before me, let him know I need to talk to him. I’ve got a lot of apologies to make.”
T: “Will do, brother. Take care.”
Tytan and Fulton give each other a manly hug of mutual respect and walk their separate ways.
MM: “You’ve worked with a lot of the roster, haven’t you?”
SF: “Seems like it. In one way or another I’ve worked with just about everyone. Except those two.”
Fulton points down the Hallway of Random Encounters where the current OOWF Tag Team Champions, Phoenix Rising, are exiting their suite. Alex and Firewoman walk up to Fulton and Mai.
MM: “Hi Alex. Hi Fire.”
AD: “Mai. Fulton.”
FW: “Mai. Stan.”
SF: “I have one thing to say to the two of you.”
The Darlings tense, but not much as they’re certainly not concerned that Fulton can fight them in his condition. But they don’t want to cause a scene here.
Fulton extends his hand.
SF: “Congratulations on both the tag team titles and the Grand Slam.”
Alex and Fire are caught aback by this, but recover nicely. They both shake Fulton’s hand.
FW: “Thanks.”
AD: “Thank you, Stan. We saw what you went through. But we don’t know if we can believe your change of heart.”
SF: “Fair enough. I’ll have to earn that. One more thing I’m going to earn, though it may take some time.”
Fulton points to the Tag Team Championship belts the two wear.
SF: “Those. And the Grand Slam Championship that will come along with it.”
AD: “As you said, that will take some time. And we’re not going anywhere.”
SF: “Then down the line, when we’ve earned a shot.”
FW: “We’ll give you it.”
MM: “Yay! Group hug!!!”
Mai tries to grab all three into a hug, while Alex, Fire and Fulton look at each other with a humorous expression.
SF: “Good luck this week.”
AD: “You too.”
Fulton and Mai continue down the hallway and come near the Destroyatorium. Raucous laughter can be heard with the yips of Shotglass interspersed.
SF: “Let’s keep going, Mai. I know I’m not going to be welcome in there.”
They next come upon the New Guard Suites.
SF: “Not there either.”
Finally, they come to their adjoining, but separate, locker rooms.
SF: “Thanks for your help, Mai. I’d better take it easy the rest of the day.”
MM: “Sure thing, Stan. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Mai gives Fulton a big hug.
MM: “I’m glad you’re back.”
Mai bounces off and Fulton goes into his quiet locker/dressing room. On the table is a large bouquet of flowers along with some bottles of Deja Blue and a new Kindle Fire. Fulton pulls out the card and reads aloud (because, you know, he’s from Minnesota and we’re not all that bright).
SF: “’Welcome back, Stan. We’re glad you’re feeling better and we hope to see you later this week. The airplane is all ready for you and Mai whenever you’re ready. Edra and Clio can’t wait to see you. – Wyatt.’
“Nice.”
Fulton turns on the Kindle and finds the book The Tools: Transform Your Problems into Courage, Confidence, and Creativity by Barry Michels and Phil Stutz preloaded.
SF: “Also, nice.”
Fulton’s head snaps up like he has Spidey-sense. He sets the Kindle on the table, goes over to the door and waits. A few seconds pass and he quickly opens the door and lashes out with a straight arm punch. This catches the OOWF’s biggest fan, Father Lou, right between the eyes, dropping him to the floor like a sack of rancid meat.
SF: “Fuck you and every sports team in Texas.”
Mai pops out of her room at the sound.
MM: “Stan?! You hit a priest!”
SF: “Yeah, so what? I’m not impressed by someone who claims he’s a priest when his ordination is from the Universal Life Church. Hell, I know a guy who’s a Bishop.”
MM: “We’re going to have a talk, Mister.”
SF: “Fine. I can’t believe I work in this shithole.”
MM: “Stan! Language!”
Fulton sighs, closes his door as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:34:43 GMT -5
(The American Sunrise Radio hospitality suite is bustling with activity as many former OOWF competitiors have stopped by with their invitations to partake in something other than Ric's subs and catering. Wyatt and Edra are happily chatting with Darius Prentiss and Charlotte Everstark and so pleased with their return. Clio begged off for a minute to go to the bathroom. Instead, she is sitting alone at a table across the room contemplating the events of the weekend-her impulsive trip to Lawrence, Kansas to see the man who assaulted her but instead is institutionalized. As she thinks about this someone walks up to her.)
Voice: You should have finished him.
(Clio looks up to see the smirk on the face of Moosehead Jack.)
Clio: You're Fire's brother, Mr. Moose, right?
Moose: Close. Call me Moose.
Clio: What do you mean, finish who?
Moose: That spoiled rotten Preachers Kid. He deserved everything you and your sister gave him.
Clio: I just, wait. How did you know that Edra was involved?
Moose: You'd be surprised how many people I hurt because they looked at Lisa the wrong way. Much less if they touched her. But that was a long time ago. If you went after this boy, I know your sister had to have your back, one way or another.
Clio: (becoming emotional but trying to hold it in) He saw me wrestling on TV. He thought I was there, in his room, fighting for him, because I loved him. He thought because I was on his TV that I was really there. He's just gone.
Moose: You should have given him the release from his bonds. It would have been right.
Clio: But the sanctity of life...
Moose: Glory, is that a life really worth living? Would you want to live like that?
Clio: No, but I still feel bad that I did that.
Moose: How would you have felt had you been one of his victims...the others...
Clio: I...don't know. It was so long ago.
Moose: You wouldn't let him make you a victim. You're too strong. Strong like your sister, your uncle, your mom, Beth. And you did it yourself. Trust no one, not even family.
Clio: But it was wrong then, and it would be wrong now. To take a human life...
Moose: Kill or be killed. No one will ever have mercy on you. Show mercy to no one. Hurt them before they hurt you.
Clio: But Uncle Wyatt always taught us to be fair, to do what's right.
Moose: Did doing the right thing save Beth? Did it save your mom when she got sick? No. You do what you have to do, right or wrong, it doesn't matter. Don't let THEM define what you do.
Clio: I don't know...
Moose: Think about it. Otherwise you and your sister are just another pair of trained monkeys, dancing for THEM. You can be so much more.
Clio: Really?
Moose: Trust me....
(Moose slides out the side door leaving Clio to ponder as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:35:14 GMT -5
Father Lou sits up and after wondering why Mickie hit him, ponders for a second about leaving C&B fantasy baseball since it has absolutely nothing to do with snels. Then he remembers he's not an overly sensitive, sympathy seeking little girl and goes on about his day.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:35:37 GMT -5
~~~ Chad and Zane watch the Father Lou incident. ~~~
Chad: What a real snake, Cheap shotting Father Lou like that.
Zane: And then making such a blanket statement about Texas like that.
~~~ Chad puts on a Dallas Stars cap for good measure ~~~
Zane: That guy hasn't had his head on straight since he got here. And now he attacks not just a fan, but the Number one OOWF fan.
Chad: Stank got suspended for that. I wonder what kind of punishment he gets?
Zane: The way things go around here, who knows. I will tell you this Stan Fulton. You just bought yourself more trouble than you know. You keep mentioning the Tag Team Championships and your Grand Slam. I promise you this.... We will do everything we can to keep those Championships safe and secure and AWAY FROM cowards like you.
Chad: You might be a big man physically, but as a man, you're very small. You will never Measure Up
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:36:09 GMT -5
*OOWF Catering*
Catering is packed as numerous televisions in the area are watching night 1 of the 500th show spectacular three night event. The camera focuses on a table near the back where we see 6 wrestlers who will be competing on night 3. The camera zooms in and its clear now that it's Poe, Tytan, Kai, Aina, Alexander Darling, and Firewoman.
Poe: Lots of history here.
Alexander: Sure is.
Aina: Been through ups and downs.
Tytan: Hurt each other on deep levels.
Firewoman: Tried to break each other down on a physical level.
Kai: Gave everything we had to beat each other.
All six continue to stare at one another until there's a whirring sound and they all turn to see Davin Moreland hoverrounding up to them.
Davin: Fuck the history. Fuck the stories. Go out there Wednesday, tear the roof off the building like I've done with all of you, and show the world just why the OOWF's 500 are better than any other company's 1000th.
Kai: The Kai and his bruddah can do that.
Aina: One night only we forget everything that's happened before and we just go wrestle.
Tytan: I've tried many hats in my time here, but the one I always wanted to wear...wrestler. I'm in.
Firewoman: Personally, I have issues with the four of you but...in time, those issues could go away. This Wednesday will be a good start. Because professionally, I know we have 6 of the very best in this company at this table.
Poe: Boy?
Alexander: *chuckling* I'm not gonna call you Master.
Poe: *laughing himself* Good, that isn't the man in front of me anymore. We've wrestled around the world and been through hell and back. I don't know what either of ours, or any of our *motioning to the rest of the table* futures hold, but I do know that this Wednesday I will once again be part of the match of the night and I will stand tall. Nevermore.
Alexander: You'd love the last word, but that's gonna happen old man. *smirks* This is our time now *pointing to Fire and the Hawaiians* but if you ever want to make an appearance and teach us the many, many, many years of your wisdom and experience, that will work. Booyah, Friend.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:36:36 GMT -5
(Wyatt is talking with Psykle about his upcoming contest tonight while Edra and Clio chat at a nearby table)Edra: Does Uncle Wyatt know that Mr Moose talked with you? Clio: I didn't tell him, and neither should you. Edra: But why? Clio: Because a lot of what he said made sense. You see how we get treated. They all talk bad about Uncle Wyatt. They think he's a bad man, that he's dishonest, that he's here to take over. They think he's all about power. Edra: That's so silly. For as far back as I can remember, all Uncle Wyatt has been about is the truth. Clio: He wants people to know what happened the night we were born, the night Beth was killed. Edra: People will trust others so easily, why won't they trust him? Clio: It's like he always said, people can't handle the truth, so they try to kill it. They try to bury it. Edra: So are we a pair of trained dancing monkeys like Mr Moose said? Clio: In these dresses? Clio: If we are, we're damn good looking monkeys! (the ladies giggle and high-five each other)Edra: (sighing) I miss Spencer and Ashley. Clio: I know, that was a fun night. But Uncle Wyatt says we shouldn't hang around the Darlings for now. It might get in the way of his investigation. Edra: Yeah. I wonder what happened while we were out with Spencer and Ashley that got Uncle Wyatt all upset? Clio: Who knows? He's got such a delicate nature. You'd never guess he used to do this full time. Edra: I'm so looking forward to seeing Stan and Mai. I wish they'd come down. Clio: Maybe today sometime. Stan's still getting his stuff together. Edra: I hope so. I've missed those big hugs. Clio: Yeah, and I miss getting hugs from Stan, too. (The girls share a laugh as we...)FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:36:58 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans. He has his head down, and his voice doesn't appear to have any sense of anger about it, but rather....regret?*
Evans: Hey Matt, Stan, Mai, Sparxx. I guess you guys are wondering why I haven't done anything to help you guys out as of late. Mai gets taken out, I did nothing. Stan gets attacked, I did nothin. Matt gets attacked, and again, I did nothing.
And why is that, do you ask? Well, the answer is quite simple.
*Evans looks up at the camera, and his voice now changes to anger*
Because you haven't done a fucking thing for me lately. Stan and Mai, you went behind my back and sided with two girls that have sided with one of our top targets in Firewoman. Sparxx has lost his spark, no pun intended. And Matt...you really have the balls to call ME out for doing nothing?! Really, Matt? Really? Who's been carrying the bulk of our promos? Who's been out there winning matches? Cause it sure as FUCK hasn't been you! I've noticed all of this, and to try to get you guys back on the wiinning track, what I've done is test you guys, a trial by fire, as it were. And what happened? Each and every one of you, without my backing, has failed miserably.
You wanna talk about two months ago? What the fuck were you two months ago? Aside from Stan, a former World champ, and whom I sincerely do wish the best of luck in his recovery, what the fuck were any of you? I reached out an olive branch to you all, to get your names out in the spotlight, and thats what happened. And without me, without the New Guard? All of you have been the victim of some guy in a Ski Mask. And no, that wasn' part of the test, I have no idea who that guy is. But thats what happens when you don't run in a pack. When you don't have the group mentality.
Now the guy I'm teaming with this week, Bryce Larson. Now that was a guy that I could trust to have my back. We brought out the best in each other. Thats what we used to have. But ever since you guys tried to go out on your own, behind my back nonetheless, whats happened? You've crashed and burned.
When you guys see the error of your ways, I'll probably give you another chance. But if you don't, just stay the fuck out of my way.
*fade to blck*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:37:57 GMT -5
FADE in on the locker room of The Crusher Stan Fulton. He is sitting on a chair, deep in thought with a Holy Bible in his lap. There’s a knock on the door. Fulton looks up and there are tears in his eyes.
SF: “Come in.”
The door opens and Wyatt Cox enters the room.
WC: “Stan, I uh... are you okay?”
SF: “Wyatt. Come in. Please close the door.”
Wyatt closes the door and sits down next to Fulton.
WC: “What’s wrong?”
SF: “I’m an evil man, Wyatt. I keep slipping and doing horrible things. I punched a priest! When it happened I wasn’t even thinking, I just did it. It’s like I’m this devil cloaked in a shape shifting coat. I morph into whatever group I’m part of, but underneath I’m a horrible, horrible person.”
WC: “I don’t believe that for a minute. If I did, you’d never get within a hundred feet of Power & Glory.”
SF: “I’ve tried praying, but nothing comes to mind. I sit here thinking about the awful things I’ve done to that priest, to Danny Taylor, Outback Jack and Davin Moreland. I don’t think even God will forgive me for what I’ve done. Mai lent me her Bible, but I don’t think I’m worthy of it.”
WC: “Stan. You have to stop beating yourself up over this. Lord knows enough people in this company will beat you up anyway.”
Fulton smiles just a little at Wyatt’s quip.
WC: “What I’m saying is you’re going to have to forgive yourself before you can move on. If you’re truly repentant, God will forgive you.”
SF: “Thanks, Wyatt. I hope you understand, but I don’t think I’d be very good company at your party. Wish Edra and Clio good luck in their match this week for me.”
WC: “I will, Stan. When you’re ready, you’ve got friends to help you.”
Wyatt turns towards the door, opens it and turns back to Fulton.
WC: “Oh and Stan?”
SF: “Yeah?”
WC: “If you’re playing me and hurt those two girls or Mai, I will reign retribution down on you like Revelations. Understood?”
SF: “Understood.”
Wyatt leaves, closes the door as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:38:26 GMT -5
Cut to Stan Fulton still sitting in his locker room, hearing another knock.
SF: Come in.
The door opening to reveal Matt Folz coming in.
MF: Have a second?
SF: What's up?
MF (Tossing something to Stan): Forgot something in your haste to clear out of the New Guard suite.
Fulton looks down to see the John Randle jersey Folz bought him a while back and smiles.
SF: Thanks, been looking for this.
MF: We were a hell of a team once, what do you say we go out and tear the fucking house down one more time tonight? After that, looks like we both have some things to think about.
Fulton nods as the camera follows Folz out of the room.
MF (Shaking head sadly): Chris, I don't know what the fuck happened to my friend, but I didn't join in to be with an egomanical asshole. Shit, you're sounding just like Eric, Darling and Moreland, you know, the people we came together to fight against? Consider this my official resignation from the New Guard. I want to do this peacefully, but if you have other ideas just remember that as good as you are in the ring you've NEVER, not once, beaten me in a one on one match.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:39:01 GMT -5
Clio and Edra are in the American Sunrise Hospitality suite and just finished watching the Concrete TG-Moosehead Jack match on Day 2
Edra: I hope that Mr Moose is OK.
Clio: I see what he was talking about now.
Edra: What do you mean?
Clio: Well, Mr Moose said that it's kill or be killed. That Concrete Guy was supposed to be a hero. But he was being every bit as mean to Mr Moose as Mr Moose was to him.
Edra: So?
Clio: Duh. Concrete Guy was the good guy, he's supposed to be above that. Maybe he's right.
(Wyatt comes over to sit with the girls)
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, is Stan OK?
Wyatt: Yes, he's OK. But he and Mai have decided not to come with us right now. He needs to get his head together.
Clio: Aww...I guess it's for the best for now.
Wyatt: So what do you think of the show so far.
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, do you think we're trained monkeys?
Wyatt: What?
Clio: I mean, I was talking with...Mr Moose.
Wyatt: Really? When was this?
Clio: Last night. He thinks we're going to get lost in the shuffle.
Wyatt: He's right.
Edra: Excuse me?
Wyatt: You're really really good, the two of you, but unless we turn the agression up a notch, we'll be curtain jerking forever.
Edra: Curtain? Where? I didn't see a curtain?
Wyatt: No, that means we'll just be on the undercard.
Clio: Under the card? Which card?
Wyatt: (Sighs) It means we won't get any good matches unless we get more aggressive. We may even have to...you know...
Edra: Uncle Wyatt! You said...
Wyatt: You saw that match. Could you go through something like that unless you had...help?
(Clio shivers at that thought)
Edra: I...guess...
Wyatt: Do you girls want to redeem your family name? Do you want to make your Mom and Beth proud of you?
Clio: But fair play...
Wyatt: We'll play fair...mostly. We'll just beat these guys at their own game... Remember what your friend Firewoman said to you in your match?
Clio: About losing you?
Wyatt: We have to keep that kind of spirit with us, that kind of emotion. Every night could be our last. So let's do this, make sure the world never forgets the Neil Twins, Power and Glory.
Edra: You're right.
Clio: He is?
Edra: We have to stand up for ourselves. If we don't take our spot, no one's just going to hand it to us on a platter.
Clio: OK, Uncle Wyatt. But are you sure?
Wyatt: (Tapping the case) Trust me. Let's get a bite and get to bed.
(The trio heads for the buffet table as we...)
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 10:39:47 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back, drinking a beer, blood still pouring off his head. A doctor approaches but he glares at him and the doctor slinks away yelling something about not being able to do his job. Moose downs the beer and pops another and stares at the camera>
Without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without death, there can be no life. Without evil, there can be no good.
Crete, you still think you can get rid of me. You came back for this one match, and I am certain, in your head it was all perfect. You would come back the conquering hero, vanquish Moosehead Jack, and ride off into the annals of OOWF history.
But you forgot one small thing.........you cannot kill that which refuses to die
You tried, Alex tried, hell even my best friend Stank tried. I am not going anywhere. When I leave, it will be on my terms. Period.
That brings me to my next point. Chris Evans......it is a pity about the New Guard. You all had so much potential, you were going to be the next DEA. You were going to be the next Five. Turns out, you were just the latest DEVILS. It's not as easy as you thought, is it?
But the fact is, Evans, I have no real beef with you. My problem is, you have something that belongs to me. You have my DDT title. I want it back. Now, I said something back in March, and I meant it. No backstage bullshit. I want that title, and I am going to beat you in the ring for it. I don't care if it is an unsanctioned match, a PHWF show, an OVOOWF house show, I want what is mine, and I will get it back.
Trust me
<Moose drains his beer and reaches for another, then stops and looks up at the camera. He points to the crossed out LQ on his tape>
choices have consequences. your consequences are coming.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 20, 2012 19:47:10 GMT -5
(Wyatt, Edra, and Clio are in the American Sunrise Hospitality Suite meeting the few performers still around. A large number of those remaining are taking advantage of the courtesy Massage service Wyatt provided. The ladies are shocked when they turn and see entering the room...)Edra: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...is that who... Clio: Uncle Wyatt...is that.... Wyatt: Yes, that's our General Manager, Selena al-Tikriti and her husband, Poe. Edra and Clio: EEEEEEEEEEEEE (Selena is embarassed by the outburst, though she's used to it. Just not from two of her wrestlers. Poe is smiling as they walk up to Wyatt and the ladies)Wyatt: Good evening Mr al-Tikriti, Mrs...Selena, I'm sorry, I know that embarasses you. Selena: Good evening, Wyatt. Ladies. Edra and Clio: …... Wyatt: Sorry, this is Edra and this is Clio. They're a little nervous. They love your music and used to love Wizards... Selena: Really? Edra and Clio: ..... Selena: (Finally recognizing the girls are afraid to say anything, she extends a hand) Ladies, it's a pleasure to meet you. Edra: I...I... Clio: It...it..it's a pleasure to meet you... (Selena realizes this is real and not a gimmick and smiles and gived Edra and Clio a hug.)Selena: Come on, let's sit down and talk, OK? Omie, could you.... Poe: Of course, Goddess... Poe kisses Selena, Wyatt and Poe seat the ladies at a table as the gentlemen they are, and walk to another tableWyatt: I was surprised to find out that you were even aware of the UNWF's existence. Poe: Someone doesn't beat a legend like Dump Matsumoto and get the attention of competitors around the world. I just wish... Wyatt: I know. It was my fault. Poe: No, don't beat yourself up over that. Sometimes we look back and see what we should have done better than we do now. You did what you thought was best for the both of you. Wyatt: Thank you. Beth was amazing. So is she. You've influenced her well. Poe: My beloved is..special. I would do anything for her. Wyatt: As I would for my girls. They're...really all I've got left. Poe: Why did you bring them here? Wyatt: The stars aligned. This business opportunity happened, they wanted to try this, I pulled out the old notes, and they took to this better than Beth ever did. It wouldn't surprise me that they could be better...better than... Poe: I understand. Wyatt: Anyway, I want to thank you for your kind words and support in my coming here. Poe: It was a mistake. Wyatt: Excuse me? Poe: I remember that positive young man back in those old tapes with his beloved by his side, talking about defending their honor and the traditions of this business. Now I see a bitter old man looking for conspiracies under every rock. It seems, Wyatt, that you are not the same man. Wyatt: Are any of us the same man, Omar? Can we ever be the same after that kind of trauma? For weeks I just wished I had died myself. After that last night in Century II in Wichita, I couldn't even watch wrestling for years. I found a niche. Something else that I was good at, and for fifteen years I rebuilt an enterprise, one listener, one radio station at a time. Poe: But these conspiracy theories... Wyatt: ...are real life, Omar. People are distrustful of their government, their institutions, ever since Richard Nixon and Watergate. All I do is just find the smoking guns to prove that their distrust is valid, which most of the time it is. Poe: Even here? Wyatt: (smiling) Ah, so THIS is what this is about. You suspect that I'm here to cause trouble with you and your wife. No, Omar, that's not what I'm about. This isn't about me wanting to enter into some grand scheme to take over the OOWF. No, it's about them...and... (Wyatt pauses)Poe: And about what. Wyatt: I guess it's about Beth and I being able finally to take our rightful places in the history of this sport. You saw those old tapes, we were doing things in the 70's and 80's that some athletes can't even do today! And do you know where all that came from, Omar? Poe: Beth? Wyatt: No, Beth was the clay, the form, the inspiration. I was the sculptor. Just like with these two girls, they were amazing athletes, but the training techniques, the physical, the mental, the diets, that was all me. I did that, Omar. You saw Fulton after he and Mai came out for a little training... Poe: You? Wyatt: Power with speed. I can make any wrestler better than they ever thought they could be. Including Mai, including Firewoman. Poe: Is that why you've been prodding her? Wyatt: See, some people think it's that I've got something against Firewoman, but there's something wrong there, Omar. You knew her in the days of the Five, you saw here. That's not the same woman in the ring. She's...lost something. Poe: Perhaps, but it's not my place... Wyatt: ...you're right, forgive me. I know, the Five. Poe: We understand each other, then. Wyatt: Omar, please understand that I have no wish to engage anyone here in a power struggle. I just want these girls to get a fair break. They're better than anyone gives them credit for. Poe: Some advice, then? Wyatt: Certainly, sir. Poe: Prove it. Wyatt: Excuse me? Poe: Understand, what they do so far is amazing. They've been training for, what six months? Wyatt: Ten Weeks. Poe: Excuse me? Wyatt: Three weeks with Ali in Las Vegas, and seven weeks with me. Poe: That's..I had no idea. So when they had their match with the Lioness... Wyatt: Less than two months of training. Now do you understand. This isn't about power. It's about creating the next generation. Stronger, faster, capable of doing things that no one has ever done in the ring. And who will make it happen? Poe: It's not power, but fame. Recognition. Glory. Wyatt: I don't need the money. I'm sitting pretty. I just want two things. One, recognition as being the trainer and advisor to champions. Poe: And two? Wyatt: I want these two to become the first sisters to become Grand Slam winners. Because they'll deserve it. They want to redeem their family name after what their Uncle Ned and Aunt Nancy did. Poe: Then have them step up. Right now they're a good opening act. They need to be more aggressive, more forceful in the ring. Wyatt: I'm working on that with them, but look at those two. Wyatt: Getting them this far physically was easy, but the mental part is the hardest. They'll get there, though. Poe: I hope so. They seem...nice. Wyatt: They are, outside of the ring. It's getting them mentally tougher in the ring that's the challenge. Poe: (standing up) Thank you for the conversation. It's been...enlightening. Wyatt: One more thing, if you and Selena can find out who started this DVD mess, I'd appreciate it. Poe: I'll see if I can find out anything. Wyatt: (Folding his hands in the traditonal style)Namaste. Poe: Respectful. I appreciate that. (Poe returns the gesture) Namaste. (Wyatt and Poe return to the table where the ladies are having an animated girl-talk session.)Selena: Wyatt, I wish you would bring the girls to the office more often. They are so sweet. Wyatt: Thank you, Selena. They could also practice on Chuckles if you like. Selena: Oh, that Double Elimination thing? That would be fun! Are we going, Omie? Poe: Yes, the ladies have a match to prepare for this evening. Ladies? Edra and Clio: (They stand respectfully to Poe and Selina and fold their hands in the traditional style) Namaste. Poe: (Even more surprised returns the gesture) Namaste. Beloved. Selena: Toodles. I'll send the photos you asked for over with your...Uncle Wyatt. Edra and Clio: EEEEEEE...Thanks, Selena! Selena: (To Wyatt) Smile for the Camera...Uncle Wyatt.... Wyatt: (To the ladies) Come on girls, we have a match to get ready for. Edra and Clio: BEST. DAY. EVER. (The ladies laugh and high five each other as the scene fades and time passes. We see them in their locker room. A single candle lights the room. Edra and Clio are dressed and appear to be in a trance. We hear Wyatt speaking to them.This is your moment. This is your time. Today is the day that we prove that Power and Glory are for real. Today we prove that the faith that has been placed in you is deserved..Stay focused, stay refreshed. Keep a fresh person in the ring at all times. When the bell rings, your joyful spirit is replaced by all business. Be tough. Be rugged. Be warriors. Listen for my voice, my direction. Follow the directions. Protect yourselves, protect each other, but unless we are in danger, keep the demon at bay. For our sake, for everyone's safety, we must keep the demon at bay. When I count backwards from five, you will awaken, focused on the flame, totally refreshed, relaxed, and confident in your abilities. Edra, Clio, you will be filled with the Power and Glory that our weeks of training have brought out. No fear, just faith. Above all, stay safe and above all keep the demon at bay. Five, you are beginning to stir, feeling alive as you never have. Four, your eyes are beginning to open, looking out onto a grand new stage. Three, you are filled with renewed energy, faith, and enthusiasm. Two, you find yourself reawakening more and more. And one, fully awake, refreshed, and ready to face the next challenge in your life. Showtime. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 21, 2012 19:08:02 GMT -5
Firewoman is enjoying a caramel mocha and some quiet time at catering. The President walks by, and she tenses, seeming to be engaging in some sort of internal struggle. She's just about to get up and go after him, when another figure sits across the table from her.
FW: Hi, Tyson.
TK: Hi, Fire. Wouldn't be worth it.
FW: Oh, but it would be.
TK: Been following along...Sorry about your brother.
FW: Eh, Moose has always been an ass, so--
TK: I meant...the other one.
FW: Oh....uh, thanks, I guess.
TK: Explains a lot though....
FW: Don't start....
TK: Inability to form any thing like a close personal relationship...complete disregard for the feelings of others.....
FW: Look...
Fire starts to stand up, when Alexander Darling comes walking in, sees what is going on, and makes a bee line for their table.
AD: Hiya honey.
FW: Honey?
AD: Yeah! *gives her a big kiss on the cheek, which seems to shock her* Hi Tyson, how's it going?
TK: Um...fine.
AD: Good, good. Glad you made it back. Any thoughts as to staying?
Alexander puts his arm around a still shocked Fire's waist.
FW: What are you--
TK: Eh, I'm doing well enough in a regional promo up in Canda, and Lance hired me to help at the school, so....but you know, never say never. In fact, I wanted to talk to Selena about maybe partnering with OOWF to--
AD: Great, great...love to stay and talk but Lis and I have a promo to do. Hon, Quorra is over there, why don't you go on. I'll grab your coffee...
FW: Uh...
Alexander turns her around and gently pushes her that direction. Fire looks over her shoulder at him, very confused, and very annoyed also. He gives her a goofy wave. She shakes her head and continues on.
TK: Look pretty happy.
AD: No complaints. *Alex smiles smugly* Fire's done a great deal of healing and growing and--
TK: Yeah, you say that now. She's good at being a chameleon, using people to get what she wants. Take it from me, I was once her partner, both tag team and otherwise. Then OOWF called--
AD: Maybe she used to be like that--
TK: Scorpion is still a scorpion. She may be controlling it now, but she's got a darkness that I don't think most people can fathom and--
AD: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
TK: Fine. Don't believe me. She killed her own brother when she was a kid--
AD: It was an accident.
TK: Yes...and she's all broken up about it, isn't she?
Alexander glares at him.
AD: I'm going to go join MY wife.
Alexander continues glaring as he walks over to Firewoman and Quorras. He hands Fire her coffee, as she stares at him?
AD: What?
FW: Was that really necessary?
AD: What?
FW: I feel like you just peed on my leg.
Q: Okay, what you guys do in private--
FW: Not like that....like marking his territory.
AD: *innocently but not* I have no idea what you're talking about.
FW: Uh huh...can we just do this?
Q: Tonight you two are facing teams with whom you have storied histories. Well documented, too, as the video packages exploring them are among the top rated on OOWF's YouTube channel.
AD: And those stories are, mostly in the past. Tonight is about celebrating the history of the OOWF, and putting on a good show. Nothing's on the line tonight. Except bragging rights.
FW: Gods and Monsters has certainly dealt it their fair share of abuse towards each of us, and we've mostly paid them back--
AD: Mostly?
FW: But there's a time and a place, and that's not tonight. Tonight is a time to show that Phoenix Rising is a true force to be reckoned with and that we can stand against the shadows of our past and not just defeat them, but rise above and move past them.
AD: And Kai and Aina...don't even think this counts as your rematch. No, you get a real rematch, just so you know for sure that Fire and I ARE the best....we are Phoenix Rising, and you just aren't.
FW: Sparkle that, bitches.
Q: Okay cut.
The banner goes away. Alexander and Fire start to walk away, and the camera only catches part of the conversation.
FW: Okay, seriously, what was that with Tyson?
AD: I really don't know what you mean...
FAAAADE
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