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Post by BookerShark on Jul 4, 2012 22:08:27 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live from Los Angeles, California
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] LD Williams (c) vs. Stank
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match Phoenix Rising (c) vs. Power & Glory
OOWF Onslaught Title Match[/u] Ghosthead (c) vs. Moosehead Jack
OOWF #1 Contender's Match (World Title)[/u] Chris Evans vs. Matt Folz
OOWF #1 Contender's Match (Tag Team Title)[/u] Texpress vs. Awesome Bill from Dawsonville & Justin Sane vs. The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Stan "Crusher" Fulton & Mai Muyo
"Dynamite" Danny Taylor & El Lobo Sangriento vs. Rabbit Mask & Ricky Soaring Eagle Attitude Adjuster vs. Crowing vs. Comrade Sharkoff
Card subject to Zombie Al Davis moving the show to Oakland
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 4, 2012 22:09:04 GMT -5
(The scene is quiet in the Power and Clory locker room as Edra and Clio are taking in the feeling fo their first losses since coming to the OOWF. Wyatt enters the room.)
Wyatt: Hey....great effort....you hung with them...solid match...Tootsie Roll? Pixie Stix? Dum Dums?
Edra: We're...not hungry.
Wyatt: This must be serious. You two not hungry.
Clio: I'm sorry, Uncle Wyatt. I let you down.
Edra: Me too, Uncle Wyatt.
Wyatt: We knew this would happen eventually. Look, it's not that big a deal. The Texicans are on a streak. They're heading for a big watermark, their 100th win as a team. They're not only former tag champs, they've held single titles as well. This was your first time not wrestling as a team.
Clio: Yeah, we suck separately.
Wyatt: NO YOU DON'T. If anything, you can be stronger. But it takes time. We've spent almost all your training time working as a team. We need to devote more time to singles.
(The girls seem...uninterested.)
Wyatt: You know, I got a call from Dean Anderson last week.
Edra: At the University?
Clio: Really?
Wyatt: Really. He heard about the...incident after he left. He's planning to see us next weekend when we go back for your personal appearance for the Women's Shelter.
Edra: I forgot about that.
Wyatt: You and Clio mean a lot to those ladies..there, everywhere. But the Dean told me that they are still holding places in the Medical and Law Schools for you.
Clio: School?
Wyatt: When you're ready. I told him that I'd ask you and get back to him.
Edra: Dean Miller was really nice at the Medical School...
Clio: Dean Mazza seems nice...
Wyatt: Then I'll wrap things up here...
Edra: No.
Clio: No.
Wyatt: Oh?
Edra: We...still have work to do here.
Clio: We learn from failure much more than from success; we often discover what we will do by finding our what we will not do; and probably he who never made a mistake never made a discovery.
Wyatt: Samuel Smiles. Where'd you learn that?
Edra: Where do you think?
Clio: Speech class.
(The threesome share a hug as Mary Lou enters the room carrying a courier pouch)
Wyatt: Hey, what's that?
Mary Lou: Oh, something I've been waiting for.
Wyatt: Something Special.
Mary Lou: (looking at the twins for help) Oh absolutely!
Edra: (much perkier)So Uncle Wyatt, who's next?
Wyatt: What are you now, Goldberg?
Clio: Who?
Wyatt: Think Stank with 700% less personality.
Mary Lou: So who do the twins face next week.
Wyatt: I really don't wanna....
Mary Lou: WHO?
Wyatt: atagteamtitlematchwithphoenixrising.
Edra and Clio: What?
Wyatt: The board gave you a title match against Phoenix Rising.
Edra and Clio: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Mary Lou: Oh Wyatt, aren't you proud of them?
Wyatt: (Loudly) They're. Not. Ready.
(Everyone stops and looks at Wyatt like he stomped on a baby puppy)
Wyatt: Look, let's face reality. You two are great. But a title match against the toughest team in the OOWF? The board is setting you up to fail.
Edra: But tonight...
Wyatt: Was your first singles match. Ever. That happens. This is “YOUR SPECIAL FRIEND” Firewoman...
Clio: Who we beat..
Wyatt: Two-on-one. That was different. Plus she's got tape on you now. She and her asshole husband can prepare for you. Do you think that Fire's gonna be the same way, run her mouth, take it easy on you like she did in that ten minute challenge?
(Wyatt stops, realizing just what he's said. If possible, the twins look more hurt.)
Wyatt: Look, we'll talk about this when we get home. Right now, we have a press conference in the morning to prepare for. You've pulled off the miracle once, I know you can do it again.
Edra and Clio: (Not sounding enthused) Yes, Uncle Wyatt.
Wyatt: Let's get some ice cream.
Edra and Clio: OK.
(The twins get ready to leave the arena, while Mary Lou pulls Wyatt into the other room, and the much smaller woman pushes Wyatt against the wall – and not in that happy way.)
Mary Lou: EXACTLY what was THAT about?
Wyatt: They're not ready. You know that.
Mary Lou: About the Ten Minute Challenge.
Wyatt: Oh. I think...Fire..well...she took it easy on them.
Mary Lou: You think she took a dive?
Wyatt: Not exactly.
Mary Lou: Then WHAT?
Wyatt: She...she could have beaten them several times. She just didn't.
Mary Lou: That's ridiculous.
Wyatt: Have you watched the tape?
Mary Lou: Well, no.
Wyatt: Then don't judge ME until you know what you're talking about.
Mary Lou: I'm...sorry.
Wyatt: Look, these two just had a massively demoralizing experience. I snapped, I got upset. I just don't want to see them get even more demoralized. Despite all the shit I talk about Fire and Alex they ARE the champs and the first husband and wife Grand Slam Champs. I may not like them, but they're on top. I don't want them hurting my girls.
Mary Lou: Of course, you're right. But you can't protect them forever.
Wyatt: I know. I've just seen this too often. A new performer, a new team gets too much too fast and flames out. I don't want that for them. I want them to get what they want...what they need.
Mary Lou: You're such a good father.
Wyatt: Well, I try to be. Days like this, though, I wish I knew who their biological father was. I'd kick him right in the balls.
Mary Lou: I know dear. Let's go.
(Wyatt walks away as Mary Lou says under your breath)
Mary Lou: Be careful what you wish for.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 4, 2012 22:09:28 GMT -5
Post-match, Fire, Alex, and Quorra are back at the Darling Luxury Suites. The place looks like a flag store exploded, as it's covered with red, white, and blue bunting, streamers, balloons. Fire has changed out of her ring gear and is back in jeans and a Giants football jersey that looks too big for her. But she's got red, white, and blue mardi gras beads on and a bit Uncle Sam top hat. Alex is wearing jeans and a Boardwalk Saints t-shirt.
FW: Well, that was ugly, but it was a win.
AD: True....true....so....what you wanna do now? You seem uncharacteristically down after our win.
FW: Yeah....still sorry about the fireworks.
AD: You're sorry you gave us all cold showers at 5am, caused who knows how much damage and almost burned down another arena?
FW: No.....well...I mean...yes, I probably should be....
AD: Keep working at it. Someday it'll click.
FW: Yeah...anyway, it's just....I've never really GONE to the fireworks before.
AD: What? They shoot fireworks off in the arena every show!
FW: No no no....I've obviously SEEN fireworks. But I've never done the get in the car with the family, drive around for hours to find the best spot, spread a blanket, watch the show for like 20 minutes, then get back in the car and wait in hours of traffic to go home.
AD: I see....
At that moment, Alexis and Lucky come in, and nod at Alex, who nods back.
FW: Okay...what.
LD: Surprise time.
FW: Huh?
AD: C'mon.
Alex walks out and Fire follows. Alexis, Lucky, and Quorras follow too, even though they clearly know what's happening. They go through the hallway, and then up the stairs to the roof. Once on the roof they see a helicopter sitting there.
FW: What's this?
AD: We're going to go watch fireworks. I know it's not the same as hours of driving and stuff but...
FW: *her mood brightening considerably* Oh wow, really?
AD: Yep! Let's get on.
FW: Are....are we all going?
AD: I thought it'd be just us....and the pilot of course.
FW: Okay...well...really? I dunno...it feels like it should be a family thing...
AD: Your call..*to everyone* Anyone else want to go?
FW: No excuses. If I'm getting on this flying death trap, you all are.
They all get on the helicopter, and Fire and Alex are the last ones on. Before they get on, Fire turns and gives Alex a huge hug, and even though you can't hear what she says due to the noise from the helicopter, it looks like she says "Thank you." The two of them get on as well, and the helicopter takes off.
FAAAAAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:27:45 GMT -5
(A number of media types have gathered for the announcement that Wyatt Cox promised to make on this day regarding the Darlings. He steps to the front of the arena, flanked by Edra and Clio and Mary Lou dressed in a very conservative suit)
Wyatt: Good morning, thank you for joining us today. For those of you who don't know, my name is Wyatt Cox, the owner of American Sunrise Radio. For more than twenty years we have produced a nationally syndicated radio program heard by over one million people a week on nearly 400 radio stations. Earlier this year we were approached by the OOWF about a joint promotional agreement where we would promote the OOWF on our radio stations and the OOWF would promote our radio program. I am joined on the dais here by my nieces Edra and Clio Neal, who now wrestle for the OOWF under the names Power and Glory, and our new administrative assistant Mary Lou Merry. Miss Merry will be distributing CD's of documentation regarding our discussion today. From our time here, we discovered a number of disturbing facts regarding two of the people who are considered the faces of the organization. Two performers named Alexander Darling, and his wife Lisa, better known as Firewoman.
Wyatt: Since our arrival in the OOWF the relationship between these OOWF performers and our staff has been tumultuous. On October 16th Ms Darling dragged one of the OOWF's interviewers into the General Managers office and slammed her twice into the managers desk for what Ms Darling claimed was an infraction of rules set out for interviewers to follow specifically for her and no other OOWF performer. After the interviewer was disciplined, per rules that had been set down by Ms Darling herself while she was commissioner, Ms Darling called another performer, one Chad Madison, and spread a malicious rumor that she was infected with a sexually transmitted disease. Now all of these incidents were recorded by OOWF-TV and transmitted live worldwide. As a direct result of that incident, the victim, Miss Mary Lou Merry, resigned her position with the OOWF and joined our staff. As a result of the incident, the case is under review by our legal team of Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz, Schwartz, and Johnson. They are reviewing the employment agreements and policy handbooks of the OOWF, and reviewing potential points of litigation, to include assault, slander, libel. abuse, and creating an unsafe workplace environment.
Wyatt: Second, a tip came in to our investigative staff of an incident during January of 2009 in Miami, where live on OOWF-TV, Mr Darling assaulted three members of the Miami Police Department, and engaged the services of another man to clean up the mess. We contacted the Miami Police Department who at first denied the incident took place, but when provided copies of the OOWF-TV broadcasts, they advised us that the case had been handled administratively. When we filed the appropriate Freedom of Information act requests, we were told politely but firmly to go pound sand. Attempts to locate the officers have been fruitless. We contacted the families of the officers who would not speak to us on the record, but we learned that some had been threatened to keep quiet, and another had a home purchased for them to stay out of sight and to not talk to the media.
Wyatt: If the public faces of the OOWF are of such low character that they would resort to these tactics while the cameras are running, what would they do when the cameras are turned off. Now, because of the nature of these incidents, we cannot answer questions in a manner that I would like to , but I will try to be as responsive as possible. Yes, sir.
Rep1: Kent Harper, Mesquite News, are there plans for further inquiries?
Wyatt: We plan to follow as many trails as necessary to uncover the truth about the public faces of the OOWF. Although in great candor, they are their own worse enemies when it comes to finding these incidents. Mr Darling publicly threatened me in a confrontation on a Sirius/XM special broadcast that the OOWF sponsored. That, I believe is also on the CD. (Mary Lou nods) Thank you Mary Lou.
Rep1: Is there a link between your promotional agreement and your nieces employment with the OOWF?
Wyatt: Only in the fact that I administer both agreements. As the trustee for the twins trust, all funds from their OOWF engagements flow through that, and those funds are designated for the completion of their college education. Thank you Mr Harper. Yes
Rep2: Kelly Corrigan, Glendale News-Press. We understand that your assistant was in town on Sunday on a special mission. Can you advise us of the nature of that mission?
Wyatt: They were just here to drop off equipment for our radio broadcasts and to meet with the OOWF General manager.
Rep2: But our sources tell us that Miss Merry met with representatives of a local DNA Testing firm, and delivered a DNA Kit and a check.
Wyatt: We have no further comment, this press conference Is over. Ladies, back to the suite.
(Wyatt takes off quickly followed by the twins and Mary Lou, who is very upset.)
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, we need to talk
Wyatt: You damn skippy we need to talk. What is this all about?
Clio: We have something you need to see. It's from Mom.
(Wyatt stops)
Mary Lou: You always tell me to trust you. This time, trust us. Please.
Wyatt: This had better be good.
Wyatt continues his storming off to the suites as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:30:21 GMT -5
<Moose is storming through the back when he comes across Ghosthead>
MHJ: YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS?
GH: It was a mistake, the Hawaiian moved
MHJ: Really. You sure it wasn’t more than that?
GH: What exactly are you saying?
<the two of them go nose to nose, yelling at one another, security steps in and keeps them apart. As things dissipate and Moose storms off, we see Stank standing behind Ghosthead. Ghost sees him and they don’t say anything for a moment, then Ghost looks over his shoulder at the direction Moose headed>
GH: He is a little high strung
Sta: You have no idea
<Ghost turns back to Stank>
GH: So, brother, why are you here?
Sta: <sighing> I really don’t know. Just……….be careful
GH: <looking at Stank in shock> you are WARNING me about Moosehead Jack? Really?
Sta: No, not warning……just……I don’t know. Never mind.
<Stank turns and walks away. Ghost watches him go, then looks back in the direction Moose went, then goes his own way down the hall.
Down the hall, Moose storms out the arena doors and lights up a cigar. He takes several deep drags, storming around the dock kicking anything in his way. He finally calms down a bit and sees Wyatt standing there, getting ready to address the media. Moose walks up to him>
MHJ: You know why they boo them?
WC: They just don’t understand us
MHJ: They don’t WANT to understand you. They have conditioned the so called “faces” anything out of what they want to understand must be bad. You were right, if that fucking Darling clan huddled before a match in prayer, people would applaud it as great family values. From that fucking bunch. The fans are really idiots. They cheer Drink and Destroy drinking before a match. What you and the girls and Stan and Mai do is no different. The fans are just that fucking stupid
<Wyatt seems to consider this for a moment, but Moose is not done>
MHJ: There is one other thing
WC: What?
MHJ: Me. As long as I am aligned with you in any way, the idiot fans, and the even bigger idiot faces are going to think you are all somehow heels. You could rescue a basket of kittens from a burning tree, and if I was within a mile of it, they would boo you and accuse you of putting the kittens there in the first place.
<Wyatt just shakes his head>
MHJ: Stan and Mai seem to be sincere in their desire to change. I may not agree with it, or understand it, but that’s what it is. And the girls, well there really is no doubt about that
WC: They appreciate your advice, even if it is completely foreign to them
MHJ: They need to learn, and they will.
WC: You mentioned everyone but Matt Folz, why?
MHJ: Because fuck Matty Folz that’s why. He wants to talk about ME never changing? Matty Folz has been out for one person, and one person alone, himself. He WILL turn on you and the girls at some point. It’s not if, it’s when. And if he didn’t hate Alex so much, I am sure he would be more than happy to take some of Alex’s money to shut you up for good.
WC: Some would say it’s just a matter of time before you turn on us too
MHJ: Look at my history, I have rarely turned on anyone. Crete, but everyone on the planet but that simpleton saw that coming, and Chris Cole, and that was because Cole thought he could tell me what to do. Other than that? I have given you my word that should you need my help, I am there. Otherwise……for now, I am going to stay away from the facility. Let Stan, Mai and the girls figure out their direction without the morons being influenced by me. Now………looks like they are ready for you, good day Mr. Cox
<Moose and Wyatt shake hands, Moose wanders back down the dock while Wyatt heads out to speak to the gathered crowd>
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:30:58 GMT -5
(Edra and Clio bring Mary Lou and a still stunned Wyatt into their suite. They seat Mary Lou and Wyatt in front of their computer. Mary Lou has a death grip on Wyatt's arm as Edra and Clio kneel in front of Wyatt)
Edra: Uncle Wyatt, please, for us, just sit here and watch.
Clio: And please, don't say anything until it's done. We're sorry.
Edra: We never should have kept this from you.
Clio: Mom insisted.
(Edra inserts a disk into the computer and it begins playing)
Wyatt: It's Marty!
Mary Lou: Hush. ------------------------------------------------------------ (The screen shows a woman. She was obviously very attractive, but looks as if the ravages of time have taken their toll. She looks far older than her 33 years. She speaks haltingly, with difficulty, but is confident and driven to tell her story)
Hi Wyatt. If you're seeing this, the girls have, finally decided, that you should, know the truth.
October 29, 1987. You- and my- stupid brother- were in- one of your- stupid blood feuds. There were these- jack o'lanterns- around the ring. You hit- Ned with one. It splattered- EVERYWHERE. And everyone- laughed. Ned- picked up- a ceramic one. It didn't splatter. It shattered. You went down. Hard. Beth and I- were scared. Anything- the fans- could get- a hold of- they threw- at Ned. He just- laughed. He kept- kicking- and kicking- and finally- they got- him out. And the- ambulance- took you- to the- hospital. Beth and I- held each other- crying. We wanted this- to end. We knew- that you- or Ned- would kill- each other.
I- got an idea. I told- Beth to go- I would- stay with you. If something- was wrong- I would- get her. When she left- I locked the door. You never knew. You started to- wake up. You called me- Beth. You thought- it was her. I didn't- say anything. You were- the only- man in- my life. I loved what youuuu- did for us. When I found out- that I- was going to- have your baby- I told Beth. Remember the little- Magic Slate I- used to carry- to talk to Beth. I told her. She was scared. I was just fifteen. In Kansas- you would have- lost everything. You would have- gone to jail- for a minimum- of twenty years. I would have- been put- in a juvenile home. And our child- would be put up- for adoption. So we came up- with a cover- story. I wouldn't remember- which luchador- I slept with.
When things with- Ned and Nancy- got crazier. You and Beth- took me in. You and Beth- promised to- keep us safe. I remember once- Beth asked you- about me. You said- if you had made- love to me- that would be- something you would- never forget. Beth slapped you- upside your head. I laughed- and punched your arm. But you would- never remember.
I- I love you. I always- loved you. Beth- loved you. And Beth- and I- loved each other. When you- asked her- if you won- or lost- if you could- marry her- I was the reason- she hesitated. I was the reason- she told you- she would marry you- as long as- you two would- watch after- the baby and me.
That way, we would- always- be together. The baby and- the three of us. We had- such a happy home.
Then that night. That...that...horrible horrible night. I was so afraid. But when- Beth- pinned my sister. I was thrilled. Finally- the Neils- the Coxes- and Beth- could live in peace.
I- should have known- that Nancy- wouldn't let it- end nicely. You see- Ned wanted the company. But Nancy wanted- Beth. She knew that- you were- going to- marry her. Yes, she wanted Beth. She hit on Beth. Beth- punched her. Told her- get lost. That's why- she killed her. If she couldn't have Beth...God, I hate my sister. If she hadn't...killed herself...
(Martha starts crying and has a hard time Breathing. One of the girls gives her a kleenex and the other gives her an oxygen mask. After a minute she composes herself and resumes the story)
I watched them- my brother and sister- try to- kill you. I started screaming. And when the- police hit the ring- I started praying. Thats when- these two- decided it was time. I don't- remember much. When I woke up- they told me- I had- healthy- twin girls. I- asked about you. They said you- were unconscious. I asked them- where you were. I got an-orderly- to take me- to your room. I thanked God- for the healthy girls. And I asked- God to- save the- girls' father. Two days later, you came to my room. You were OK. It was the- fourth of July. We prayed for Beth, for Ned, for Nancy. We gave thanks for the girls. And you treated them- like your own. You couldn't have- been a better- father had- you known. They love you, and now they know. And so do you.
You are Edra and Clio's father. Biologically. And in Real life. I kept that- from you- so that- we could- be a family. I love you Wyatt. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Forgive... (Martha passes out, and the girls frantically try to revive her as the video abruptly ends)
(Everyone is teary-eyed and all are in a huge group hug.)
Wyatt: My. Daughters. My. Daughters. Oh Edra, Oh Clio.
Edra: Uncle...Dad.
Clio: Dad, we love you.
Wyatt: But...the test...
Mary Lou: You always want the proof of everything. Here.
(Mary Lou gives Wyatt a folder. He hands it back.)
Wyatt: Is it?
Mary Lou: 99.9 percent. Say hello to your daughters, Dad.
Wyatt: Mary Lou, send out a press release. Wyatt Cox is proud to announce the arrival of his twenty-four year old daughters, Edra and Clio Neal. Father, Daughters, and Fiancee are doing well.
Mary Lou: On it...Fiancee?
Wyatt: Fiancee...that is, if you want to join this family.
Mary Lou: Try to keep me out.
(A big happy family hug breaks out and Wyatt kisses Mary Lou as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:32:25 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting on a loading dock on some pallets, smoking. The Brave Little INC floats up to her.
FW: Careful, it's getting soapy around here. Even by my standards.
The Brave Little INC floats.
FW: I'm ducking today's therapy session. But now, thanks to you, Dr. Freedman will know where to find me.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Why am I ducking? Because what's the point. What is the fucking point. I mean...I try...I think I'm getting better. I meet with you three times a week, I take medication whose names I can't pronounce...I avoid my own brother to keep myself going the direction I want to....what more do I need to do?
BLINC: *float*
FW: Wyatt. You know, when he was just a fan critiquing my performance...well, that was one thing. Then he joined with his daughters, which should make their relationship less creepy, but really doesn't, and has seemed to be on a campaign to just completely magnify every little slip.
BLINC: *float*
I mean, a whole CD to the press of a bunch of stuff that ... well, everyone already knows about? And he's digging for more? To what purpose? Just to annoy me? To inspire me to do better in the ring?
BLINC: *float*
I'm the fucking OOWF Grand Slam Six Pack Tag Team Champion. How much better do I got to be, and why does he think he's the one whose standard I need to meet?
BLINC: *float*
FW: This? This,is NOT overreacting. If you could see the scenarios playing out in my mind right now, of things to do to him and his precious Power and Glory ... you would be horrified. THOSE would be overreacting.
BLINC: *float*
FW: But...I'm not DOING them. Does no one see that? I mean, yeah, I've lost it a few times. With Mary Lou, and...but for the most part I thought I was doing really well.
BLINC: *float*
FW: But it's not enough. It's not enough for him, for Moose, for -- I mean, I KNOW I got carried away with the fireworks. I just wasn't thinking... you know what? Never mind...it doesn't matter. WYATT doesn't matter. Power and Glory don't matter. Moose doesn't matter, the Muyos don't matter, hell, even Alex doesn't matter in this.
This is me. All me. Fuck the rest of them, if they can't handle it or don't approve.
BLINC: *float*
FW: Of course, I'm sitting on a pallet, sneaking a cigarette, and talking to an inanimate object. What do I know about sanity.
Fire hops down from the pallets, extinguishes and field strips her cigarette. And starts to walk away, but then turns back.
FW: You know....there was a time where someone doing this kind of smear campaign would have been met with unspeakably violent retaliation. If people can't see that I've changed that much...well, they should probably just thank their gods as they see them. I'm going to go see if I can catch up to Dr. Freedman.
BLINC: *float*
Fire turns and walks away, and the Brave Little INC stays put before he fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:33:21 GMT -5
*Ghosthead continues to roam the halls of the OOWF where from the opposite direction Firewoman is returning from her cigarette break. Ghosthead slows to a stop as Firewoman approaches oblivious. As she nears Ghosthead, she looks up and notices him for the first time. She tenses up a bit as Ghost steps in her path serving to block her route. Fire halts, does an about face, and starts to walk away. She takes two steps before she snaps, whirls around, and walks right up to Ghosthead in annoyed confrontation.*
FW - WHAT?!??
*Ghosthead, sans face paint, smiles a toothy grin and removes his black shades. He brushes white braids from in front his eyes revealing the white hue of his pupils, greatly contrasting against the dark skin of his face. He stares into the eyes of Firewoman as she awaits an answer to her question.*
Ghost - You are both EXACTLY who you should be, and LESS than who you will become.
*Firewoman searches Ghosthead's eyes as if more answers lied there. A few heartbeats later Ghosthead steps aside and allows Firewoman to continue on her way. Fire hesitates a moment before mumbling under her breath.*
FW - Whatever.
*Ghost simply grins in response as Firewoman walks away. He watches her leave then turns to continue on his path. He eventually finds himself at the back of the building out by the loading docks, a popular spot for today. There he is confronted by SFJ#13*
SFJ#13 - Ghosthead any words on your loss to the Flying Hawaiians?
Ghost - Not my loss alone. They survived. The tide recedes. Soon the tide will return.
SFJ#13 - Are you suggesting that you and Moose will work together again? Because earlier it seemed he was upset with you. You also will be facing him for your Onslaught Championship at next week's Midweek Mayhem.
Ghost - Oh I wouldn't worry about Moosehead Jack being upset. Nor would I presume that Moose would want to tag with me again. Chaos however does not serve what one wants. A paroxysm of ultimately inconsequential ire is to be expected when two differing agents of bedlam join forces. It is the universe we live in. Next week Moosehead Jack will try to defeat me for my Onslaught title while I do everything I can to retain it. The following week chaos still reigns and I will have gained in entropy.
SFJ#13 - I have no idea what the hell it is you are talking about.
*Ghosthead smiles.*
Ghost - It is good to admit ignorance. It is a first step toward wisdom.
SFJ#13 - Maybe you can tell us why you walked out onto the ramp toward the end of your brother's match this past Mayhem?
*Ghosthead removes his shades from his pocket and slips them back over his his eyes. It doesn't do much to conceal his irritation.*
Ghost - My reasons are my own.
SFJ#13 - O..Okay... one last question.
Ghost - I am done answering your questions. Leave while I allow it.
*The suddenly frightened Sexy Female Journalist beats a hasty retreat as Ghosthead stands on the loading dock looking out at the cityscape. The camera fades to commercial break.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:34:03 GMT -5
We cut to Matt Folz sitting alone in his locker room, in front of a television. MF: This week, I face a man that I have as much history with in this company as anyone. Matt Folz vs Chris Evans, winner becomes number one contender. I'd like to take this time to personally adress my opponent. Chris, I'm sure you're feeling very arrogant and confident, but should you be? Let's take a little history lesson and find out, shall we? Folz turns on the television, we see clips of all the previous Folz/Evans matches. MF: September 16, 2009. Steel cage submissions match for the Onslaught Championship, I win. natecorbitt.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=oowf&action=display&thread=4780 September 23, 2009. Onslaught Championship match, Draw. natecorbitt.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=oowf&action=display&thread=4832 Hell On Earth V, 2 out of 3 falls, 60 minute time limit for the Onslaught Championship. A match I still think should have won match of the year. Another Draw. natecorbitt.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=oowf&action=display&thread=4881&page=2 February 17, 2010. OOWF Invitational Round 2. I win. www.oowrestling.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=22812 March 3, 2010. I win. www.oowrestling.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=22879 Are you starting to get the point yet Chris? Or shall we keep going? New Years Evil VI. Intercontinental Championship match. I win. www.oowrestling.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=24013 December 29, 2010. Intercontinental Championship Match. I win again. www.oowrestling.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=24034&page=2 June 22, 2011. I win. www.oowrestling.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=25023&page=2 In case you weren't doing the math Chris, let me summarize. We've had 8 one on one matches. I've won 6 and 2 were draws, which means... You've NEVER beat me. Not once, 8 matches over a 3 year span and you've never come out on top. Now, I bring this up just to prove a point: I was a better wrestler with you before we were partners, I was a better wrestler than you while we were partners, and I'm STILL better than you. I do admit that some of those matches could have gone either way, but facts are facts. I don't expect Wednesday to be an easy match, not by any means, but history and logic seem to point to me winning that number one contender's slot. Good luck Wednesday, you're going to need it.
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:34:37 GMT -5
(Wyatt and the twins are back in the American Sunrise complex in East Ely, Nevada. They're in the tape room watching the Ten Minute Challenge match that the twins won over Firewoman. They are strangely silent as Power makes the pin on Firewoman.)
Edra: Wow...I never...
Clio: I mean...
Wyatt: Don't minimize what you did. You still beat Firewoman. Yes, she could have beaten you, even in that last minute, but she didn't.
Edra: But why?
Wyatt: (Pauses) You know, I could come up with all kinds of great theories if I was on the air, but between us, there's only two things I can think of. One, she was overconfident, she was showboating. Remember, you had only been in training to do this a few weeks.
Clio: What was the other?
Wyatt: Maybe, she did like you. Remember, she said even if she won she was thinking of going to the board and asking for you two to get a contract.
Edra: Why are they that way?
Wyatt: Who, Alex and Fire?
Clio: No, Fire and Moose.
Wyatt: That's hard to explain. I gues it comes back to parents. Let me show you something.
(Wyatt pulls up video of their hometown of Emporia, Kansas)
Wyatt: Your mom and I raised you here, A middle class, midwestern community. Older home, not fancy, comfortable,. Lots of love and faith. When you had problems in first grade, we got you tested. The results were off the scale. We spent every penny we had to get you tutors, just to keep you challenged and focused. Everything we threw at you you absorbed and wanted more. You could have gone to college at thirteen, but we kept you at home and in the local schools with your friends, kept you busy. You didn't live a privileged life. You lived a normal life. Despite death and tragedy, we carried on. I got lucky. I persevered and made a second life for ourselves and we thrived. Now look at this.
(Wyatt pulls up video of the 8 mile section of Detroit.)
Wyatt: When Fire and Moose were little, they lived in an area like ours. But their brother died. Their parents...didn't cope well. They turned to drugs and alcohol to quiet the pain. They ended up here. Moose had to fight for whatever he could get. Fire...she wasn't so lucky. When you're a pretty little girl in a world of perverts...
(Clio cringes, and Edra remains agape, wondering....)
Wyatt: Now, on the other hand, this is where Alex was raised.
(Wyatt pulls up video of the Darling mansion from OOWF-TV. The excess is overflowing.)
Wyatt: The Darlings had everything they wanted...that is, what their family wanted them to have. Alex was bored, he wanted something different. The family disapproved, he and his sister ran off, trained here and in Japan at some places that were tough...and sometimes unsavory. Along thw way, Alex grew up. But along the way he never failed to embrace his inner asshole.
(Wyatt shuts off the video)
Edra: But, what does this mean, Uncle..Dad?
Wyatt: (smiling) Old habits die hard, I know. It means that the Quinns, the Darlings, the Neals and Coxes have lived far different lives. They have all dealt with their family tragedies in different ways. I think we've dealt well. You've never been spoiled, but you've never had to do without. I think your mom and I did a great job. Our love for you and our faith kept us going. But this is what you have to contend with. This is who they are. It's understanding that, and what extent they will go to in holding on to their titles in this match.
Clio: No quarter asked, none given. Take no prisoners.
Wyatt: Exactly. Fire and Alex deep down, are impress if they think about how far you've come in just three months. But they'll never admit it. Because of me. And that's fine. Who'll pay to see a lovefest in the ring. The more they hate me, the more they forget that their real target...is you.
Edra: And the madder they get at you...
Clio: The more likely they'll make a mistake.
Wyatt: It's our best chance. They're the champs. They're the best in the business now. You go out, give it your best shot, and if we win, we celebrate...and if we don't...
Edra: Get back into the gym.
Clio: Prove we're no flash in the pan.
Wyatt: Ali will be up with workers tomorrow. Rest up from this long week. We've got a tough weekend ahead.
Edra and Clio: Yes..Dad.
Wyatt: (smiling) I wish you knew how that makes me feel to hear that.
Edra: After all these years, us too.
Clio: Thanks for understanding. Where's Mary Lou?
Wyatt: Where do you think? In her office.
Edra: Working?
Clio: Or making plans.
Wyatt: Knowing her, both. Now scoot. Dinner in two hours in the great room.
(The family shares a hug as we....)
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:35:25 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium and see Dynamite Danny Taylor and El Lobo sitting at a table enjoying a round of cold ones. Danny motions to himself and Lobo and smiles.
Lobo: You are right, it has been a while sense we have teamed together. It will be good to fight by your side again.
Danny notices that little passion is in Lobos voice, and throws him a questioning look.
Lobo: Sorry, I just haven't been myself lately. Life has kept me distracted, and it's affected my performance in the ring.
Danny waves Lobo's concerns away. He points at himself, then taps on Lobo's back. Lobo smiles slightly at this.
Lobo: I know you do, and I appreciate that, but my motivation just seems to not be what it once was. I worry that I may have lost my passion.
Danny looks sad for his friend, but at this point Dashing Victor Deniro walks over and plops down in a chair.
DVD: Then let's see if we can't get you fired up. Your opponents for this week have both caused pain to your friend. Ricky took Danny's title, without actually pinning him to do so. Rabbit caused that loss, and has continued to try to cause Danny injury with both his mist and his head dropping attacks.
Danny rubs his skull at this.
DVD: His reason for this? Because he can. And Ricky's response to winning the title was to ignore how he won it so he could focus more on "causing pain". Two guys who are seeking to hurt your friend, for no other reason then because he is an easy target for them. So tell me Lobo, can you find some passion in that?
Lobo: (with fire in his eyes) You know what Vic, I do believe I can. I have worried that I've been on a downward slope, and didn't even see what was happening around me. (he turns to look at Danny) I'm sorry my friend.
Danny motions that is not a concern.
Lobo: At Mayhem, Drink and Destroy steps in the ring and reminds everyone just we are capable of. Wolfpack Out!
With that the two lift there drinks and clink them together before slamming them back. Vic just smiles as the camera
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:36:03 GMT -5
*A grainy, unfocused video is surfacing on the OOWF Message Boards. The video, obviously shot from a low-cost cell phone, seems to be shot in a low lit area. The person taking the video seems to be trying to zoom in on a crowd...and on a man, who has black dyed long hair, the beginnings of a scruffy, scraggly beard. He's wearing leather pants and an open shirt that showcases what appears to be a little bit of a beer gut. The man, who wears sunglasses, even at night, has his left hand grasping a bottle of whiskey, which is half full, and his right hand grasping a brunette woman who is painfully skinny. Both man and woman appears to be wasted, coked up, or a combination of both. They appear to be talking with a man outside of a flea-infested motel room.*
Unidentified Man With Beard: We need a room.
Man, Maybe Motel Manager?: You want it by the hour or for the night?
Unidentified Man With Beard: I don't fucking care. We just need a room.
Man, Maybe Motel Manager?: Cash only.
Unidentified Man With Beard: I don't have any money. All I've got is this...
*He raises the whiskey bottle.*
Unidentified Man With Beard:...and this.
*He slaps the woman's ass. Hard.*
Man, Maybe Motel Manager?: Hmm. Tell you what. You let me visit your friend for an hour, and I might be able to find you a room for free.
Unidentified Man With Beard: For an hour, you better fucking give me more than a room.
Painfully Underweight Woman: I ain't fucking visiting this creep for an hour!
Unidentified Man With Beard: We got to get right...Unless your ass is spitting out hundred dollar bills, I don't see another way. What else can you offer us if you get her for the hour?
Man, Maybe Motel Manager?: I know a guy who can help you get right.
Unidentified Man With Beard: Get him down here. And make sure he brings his best stuff...and another bottle. She's yours for the hour...and if you leave a single fucking mark on her, I won't have to fuck you up. She'll do it better than I ever could.
Painfully Underweight Woman:...this better be fucking worth it. One hour. That's it.
*The man, possibly the motel manager, takes the woman and goes inside a near by room. Another man comes out of the room and approaches our bearded friend.*
Unidentified Man With Beard: You got a name?
Man From Motel Room: You can call me J. What should we call you.
Unidentified Man With Beard: Vince.
J: You don't seem too sure.
Vince?: Doesn't matter what you call me.
J: What can I do for you.
Vince?: Your friend said you had some stuff to get us straight. He's going to cover us, so get me your best shit. You also owe me another bottle of whiskey.
J: Damn, man. You don't really seem like the type.
Vince?: I'm not the fucking type, but sex with my gal back there speaks volumes, so get me my fucking stash!
J: Damn, man, calm down. I got you.
*J pulls out a bag with an unidentified white powder encased inside. Vince? takes it from him, opens it and sticks his pinky in, pulls it out and sticks his pinky in his mouth. Vince? nods in approval.*
Vince?: And the drink?
J: We'll have to walk to the nearest store for that.
Vince?: Whatever, I've got another 55 minutes.
*The two men start walking. The cell phone follows.*
J: What brings you to Compton?
Vince?: I'm here to see some old friends.
J: How long you been doing this man?
Vince?: None of your fucking business.
J: You just seem kind of new at this. What did you use to do?
Vince?: Heh. I use to be king of the world.
J: What does that mean?
Vince?: I was the son of a billionaire. I was known all over the world. I was the best in my line of work. I was a champion. I had it all.
J: What happened with that?
Vince?: My sister married some doofus a few years back. He basically ran me and brother out of dad's company. He'll be running it when Dad dies. I ran into a long streak of bad luck. I was humiliated and kicked out of my business. I had my ankle destroyed. It'll never be the same.
J: When did you run into that hot piece of ass?
Vince?: Shortly after. She use to compete in the Olympics, you know. But she got injured and she had to retire. So we've hit rock bottom. We have no money, and all we've done is drift from town to town, looking for the next score, the next way to make money.
J: Here we are. I'll go in and get the booze.
*Vince? (obviously not his real name) waits outside for J to come back. When he comes back, he takes the bag in his right hand. His left hand is holding on to what remains of the whiskey. They walk back to outside the motel room when Vince? takes the now empty bottle of whiskey in his left hand busts it behind J's head. J goes down, knocked out cold.*
Vince?: The name's Eric, you dumb bastard. Thanks for your best shit.*
*Eric then takes J's wallet and J's jacket, along with everything in J's jacket and puts it on. We see Eric open the motel door, where we see the painfully thin woman, standing partially nude (censored for OOWF TV) over the motel manager, who is knocked out.*
Eric: Good work, Shawn. You get his money?
Shawn: Every penny.
Eric: Let's go to the motel down the street and crash there.
Shawn: Alright!
*Shawn jumps onto Eric and sticks her tongue down his throat. Eric, never letting go of the whiskey bottle, drunkenly stumbles down the street when we hear him yell...*
Eric: I'M THE FUCKING LIZARD KING!
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:36:32 GMT -5
*fade in to Chris Evans, who has finished watching the latest Matt Folz promo*
Evans: So Folz, you think you're better than me? Yeah, you may have a few wins over me, and I may have never beaten you back then, but that was back when I fought with honor. When I tried to win the honest way.
You honestly think I give a fuck about doing that anymore? When it comes to fighting for something that truly matters, and when it comes to winning by any means necessary, you better believe that I can bring it a hell of a lot beter than you can. And if you don't believe me, well lets check the video, shall we? And unlike you, I've actually been in a match that was voted as the Match of the Year.
*Evans turns on the TV*
It was a longer match than I can show right now, but I'll show you the best part right here.
I did that to a man who I had once considered to be my best friend, a man that I would do anything for, and a man that I trusted to have my back. Sound familiar, Matt? It should, cause you basically filled that slot once Larson left again. And just like when Larson stabbed me in the back and got his comeuppance at my hands, I have no problem with doing the same thing to you if the opportunity presents itself. And just like Bryce, I refuse to let go, until I get exactly what I want, the World title. And if you continue to get in my way...well, just ask Bryce Larson.
*Evans points to the TV, which has stopped on an up-close image of Bryce Larson's broken and bloodied body*
See you next week...buddy.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:37:14 GMT -5
(It is a darkened setting in the American Sunrise complex. Wyatt Cox is alone at his computer.)
What a remarkable week it's been. In just two short days I've gained a lovely fiancee and found I have two remarkable daughters. But more importantly, I found a center. I found the heart. I found memories, long forgotten, feelings long denied. And all from two little words. No, not three. Two.
Blood Feud.
I had long forgotten October 29, 1987. But the twins told me that Marty, their mom, had kept a souvenir of that night. This.
(Wyatt holds up a two inch long piece of orange and white pottery, which is still stained in blood.)
They took this out of my head that night...right here. (Wyatt points to a crease in his scalp) Fortunately, there was no permanent, visible damage. Like here. (Wyatt points to a six inch scar on his left calf) April 9, 1987. A Baseball match. Cleats. I got the better of that one. I hit a home run. Not on a baseball, either. And this one. (Wyatt points to a burn scar covering most of his right calf) July 2, 1987. A Fireworks match. They'd later come to call it an Inferno match. Better imagery.
It wasn't always this way. Ned and I were best friends. But the annual charity softball game in March that we had done for years ended early when Ned, horsing around, stepped into the path of a fast pitch softball. Knocked him right out...and right out of this world. From that point on he was dangerous, paranoid. He claimed that I was out to get him, to steal his share of the company, to destroy him. What resulted was the first in a series of serious blood feud matches. The matches continued all the way to that fatal night, June 30, 1988.
Here, I want to show you something that has never been seen on television. From Christmas Evil, December 17, 1987. A Four Corners Weapons on a Pole match. In each corner was a pole with a weapon on it: A baseball bat, a Coal Miners Glove, a pair of Brass Knuckles, and a Cattle Prod. The match couldn't end until all four weapons were off the poles and in play. This is the last, oh, five minutes of a thirty minute match.
I know, tame by OOWF standards, But it was cutting edge in 1987. Very violent. And very....satisfying.
I wonder. I know what the Neals are capable of. I know what I was capable of.
I wonder how capable these girls are...of wreaking that same kind of violence? Maybe we'll see....soon.
(Wyatt turns out the light as we...)
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:38:27 GMT -5
(It is a darkened setting in the American Sunrise complex. Wyatt Cox is alone at his computer.)
What a remarkable week it's been. In just two short days I've gained a lovely fiancee and found I have two remarkable daughters. But more importantly, I found a center. I found the heart. I found memories, long forgotten, feelings long denied. And all from two little words. No, not three. Two.
Blood Feud.
I had long forgotten October 29, 1987. But the twins told me that Marty, their mom, had kept a souvenir of that night. This.
(Wyatt holds up a two inch long piece of orange and white pottery, which is still stained in blood.)
They took this out of my head that night...right here. (Wyatt points to a crease in his scalp) Fortunately, there was no permanent, visible damage. Like here. (Wyatt points to a six inch scar on his left calf) April 9, 1987. A Baseball match. Cleats. I got the better of that one. I hit a home run. Not on a baseball, either. And this one. (Wyatt points to a burn scar covering most of his right calf) July 2, 1987. A Fireworks match. They'd later come to call it an Inferno match. Better imagery.
It wasn't always this way. Ned and I were best friends. But the annual charity softball game in March that we had done for years ended early when Ned, horsing around, stepped into the path of a fast pitch softball. Knocked him right out...and right out of this world. From that point on he was dangerous, paranoid. He claimed that I was out to get him, to steal his share of the company, to destroy him. What resulted was the first in a series of serious blood feud matches. The matches continued all the way to that fatal night, June 30, 1988.
Here, I want to show you something that has never been seen on television. From Christmas Evil, December 17, 1987. A Four Corners Weapons on a Pole match. In each corner was a pole with a weapon on it: A baseball bat, a Coal Miners Glove, a pair of Brass Knuckles, and a Cattle Prod. The match couldn't end until all four weapons were off the poles and in play. This is the last, oh, five minutes of a thirty minute match.
I know, tame by OOWF standards, But it was cutting edge in 1987. Very violent. And very....satisfying.
I wonder. I know what the Neals are capable of. I know what I was capable of.
I wonder how capable these girls are...of wreaking that same kind of violence? Maybe we'll see....soon.
(Wyatt turns out the light as we...)
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:39:09 GMT -5
FADE in on the tape room in the American Sunrise Complex. Watching tape and taking notes are Mai Muyo and The Crusher Stan Fulton.
MM: “I’m going to get something to drink. Did you want anything?”
SF: “Sure. I’ll take a Vitamin Water Zero.”
MM: “OK. Be right back.”
Mai leaves the room and Fulton turns towards the INC. But, as usual, he’s just about 10º off.
SF: “A number one contenders match for the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. The only four true tag teams left in the OOWF apart from the champions and Power & Glory. It shall be an epic contest and, God willing, we all walk away unscathed.
“But that’s not going to happen is it? Kai and Aina will not play by any rules and I’m bound to take another shot to the head. They have retribution on their minds.
“Justin and Awesome Bill. You may be what some may call a quote-unquote comedy team, but Mai and I know better. You’re both quite skilled and there’s no doubt you shall be Champions one day.
“Texpress. There’s really no need to say anything more. The most decorated tag team in the history of the OOWF. The so-called measuring sticks.
“But you are all flawed. You are all sinners. Mai and I are going to cleanse the OOWF of all of your evil.
“Kai, Aina. You shall be cleansed of your wickedness. The filth you spew from that mouth of yours, Kai.
“Justin. Your greed. Always wanting money. A hand out. Bill, your drunkenness and cruelty to animals.
“Chad, Zane. Your wantonness; continually laying down with random women. Your pride. Egotism.
“These shall all be cleansed from the OOWF. And the righteous shall overcome.”
Mai comes back in the room and puts the water down in front of Fulton.
SF: “Mai. We should pray.”
MM: “Sure, Stan.”
Fulton and Mai both bow their heads over Bibles.
SF: “Our Heavenly Father. We beseech Thee that you may show our opponents this week their sins. Show them where they have gone astray and lead them back to Thy flock. We pray for the safety of all who shall be in action on Wednesday night. We pray for the stagehands and announcers and crew as well. Keep them all safe.
“God, bless our friends, Wyatt, Mary Lou, Edra and Clio. Help strengthen their bonds of family and give them strength against those that will come against them and seek to do them harm.
“Almighty God, also bless the men and women of our Armed Forces. Guide them in their daily work, give them strength in their trials and grant them a sense of your presence wherever they may be, through Jesus Christ, your only Son, our Lord.
“Amen.”
MM: “Amen.”
Fulton looks up to the camera. Sort of.
SF: “We will save you all.”
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:39:35 GMT -5
(Wyatt Cox is on the air from the American Sunrise studios in East Ely, Nevada)Twenty-two minutes past the hour, this is American Sunrise for a T-G-I-Friday, the sixth day of July, I'm Wyatt Cox, thank you for making us a part of your day. A reminder, the American Sunrise road show will be in Lawrence Kansas next Saturday, July 14, at the Burger Stand at the Casbah, 803 Massachusetts. They welcomed us warmly when we dropped in a few weeks ago on other business and the asked us to come back and we are, but this is a benefit for the Willow Domestic Violence Center. OOWF stars Power and Glory will be there, both University alumni, and they look forward to meeting you. Speaking of the two twins, it has been an amazing weekend. Not only were they the Grand Marshalls of the Independence Day Parade here in Ely, but we learned something special, and you can read all the details on our web page, including the amazing career of our newest reseracher, Mary Lou Merry, how she came to be with us, and how...she changed all our lives. How she found the truth about Power and Glory, and how they are NOT my nieces, but are truly my biological daughters. It's an amazing story, check it out on or web page. Also in the premium subscription section you can see the video that broke the story apart, what is practically death bed video of Power and Glory's mother. Yesterday on ths program we talked about what we were going to cover in our press conference yesterday, but a reporter disrupted the press conference and you can see that video also on our web page. That press conference yesterday resulted in more threats from one member of the family that has been a part of the investigation, Lisa Darling, Firewoman. Here are some exerpts from her rant seen exclusively on OOWF-TV Of course. It's all about her. Never mind that people are curious...are wondering..about the well being of Lisa Darling, her state of mind, and if she would take violent actions against an investigative journalist such as myself. Oh yes, just to remind the Darlings, who seem to think they can have their cake and eat it to...your fame, your fortunes, your performances in the squared circle...well, that makes you what is called a Public Figure. Privacy? Forget it. Not any more until the day you die. It's something I've had to deal with for over forty years. Every move you make is subject to public scrutiny. Especially those you broadcast yourself. We repeat them here for two reasons. One, for the fans of Firewoman who are just as concerned as we are about her state of mind and her ability to function reasonably, logically. Second, you might call it insurance. So many threats, veiled and outright, have come from the Darling family, including one live on Sirius/XM some seven weeks ago from Firewoman's husband Alex: And that is the problem with the Darlings. When you are talking nice about them, they're all sweetness and light, and loving it. BUT...when you dig aroud to find the truth, if you're a 5-5 110 pound woman who's never been in a wrestling ring in her life, you're pushed around, physically abused, then slandered and defamed to an associate in front of a live television audience, or if you have been in a ring, you're chastised, bullied, and threatened. Methinks we may be getting a little too close to the truth, for one of today's premiere wrestling families. 28 minutes past the hour, look for monsoon moisture across the Southern and Central Rockies to trigger showes to help Wildfire containment efforts, meanwhile hot across the central and southern Great Plains as the drought continues there, while a large cluster of thunderstorms across the Dakotas will help crops there. A look at your local forecast and the latest news from your hometown is next, but first, an old favorite of mine takes on a new meaning today, from 1970, these are the Winstons... youtu.be/D1p2JJO6SLg(Wyatt brings up the music full and smiles as we...)FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:40:02 GMT -5
FADE BACK IN.
MM: This water's not very cold. I'm going to go get some ice.
SF: Okay.
Mai skips out of the room and down the hall. She is at the ice machine, when she feels a dark figure behind her. She turns and jumps a little.
FW: Hiya, Mai.
MM: When Voiceover Guy said "Dark Figure" I thought he meant just like a shadow.
FW: Double meanings are fun.
MM: How did you get in here?
FW: Well, I assume Wyatt will say he saw me and told his security to let me in to see what I would do. Or I haven't forgotten everything I know about breaking into places from all my time in the Families. Either way, I needed to talk to you, and this was the last place you were according to promos so...
Kayfabe throws a Jart at Fire. Fire ducks.
MM: So...you found me. What can I do for you?
Fire walks up to Mai and looks up at her very, very closely, looking right into, or maybe through, her eyes. She holds this gaze for an uncomfortably long time.
MM: I....I feel like....I feel like you're looking right into my soul.
FW: I am, Mai.
MM: Oh.......um.....what do you see?
FW: Eyes....they're a lot like his. The way your mouth curves too.
MM: Like who? Oh...Juni.
FW: And your voice...higher...but same inflections....and the laugh......not quite the same, but not different enough, you know?
MM: Y....you're trying to decide.....
FW: A very good friend says that the best indicator of the present is to look to the past.
MM: Who is that?
FW: Jimmy Jacobs. It doesn't matter though.
They hold the stare-down a bit longer.
FW: You think I judge you unfairly, based upon your brother's behavior.
MM: Maybe not unfairly, I mean, I understand. I look a bit like him, and you point out I sound a bit like him, and I know he was very sick and did very bad things to you, so it only makes sense that if I say things like he said, it would trigger things, and--
FW: You do talk way more than he did. Especially when you're nervous. Do I make you nervous?
MM: N....no.
FW: Liar.
MM: Okay, maybe a little.
More staring. Mai wants to look away but she doesn't dare, and something about this whole thing makes her feel like she couldn't anyway.
FW: You say you aren't him. You say you don't mean things the way he meant them. Is that the truth, Mai?
MM: ....
FW: ....
MM: ....
FW: I'll know if you're lying.
MM: It's true. I don't want that. Not like that.
FW: ....
MM: ...
FW: He says I shouldn't believe you.
MM: Who.
FW: He. Patrick.
MM: I thought...I thought he'd like...go away since...
FW: Turns out....
MM: ....
FW: ....
MM: ....
FW: I believe you.
Firewoman steps away, not taking her eyes off Mai, however releasing whatever was making Mai not look away and not blink. Mai relaxes and starts to breathe, just realizing that other than talking she'd been holding her breath.
MM: Th...thank you, Fire. But...why?
FW: Because. People judge me by my past actions. It makes it very hard to change. And it's just as wrong as me holding you accountable for your brother. And gods' know I wouldn't want to be held accountable for things my brother has done.
MM: *nervous giggle* I get that. But there's only one God, Fire, and--
FW: We'll see.
MM: It's not just empathy though, Fire. I mean, you're a sociopath and you don't have empathy.
Fire shoots her a look.
MM: I mean...um...I'm sorry, that's not--
FW: No, you're right. I'm getting there. But no, I don't feel a damn thing for you or most other people. But....I have to learn to trust people. It's easy with those close to me, but...you're my test case Mai.
MM: Oh wow, really? Gosh, that's so...I'm honored!
FW: Just remember, though. If you're not being straight with me...the best indicator of the present is the past.
Fire holds her hand out. Mai hesitates for a bit, being no dummy, but eventually takes it and they shake.
MM: Oh my gosh...does this mean we're allies now?
Fire gives her a look, and then hits the button to start the ice machine. The sound makes Mai jump, and the ice fills the bucket.
FW: See ya later, Mai. I figure security should be here soon.
Firewoman leaves around the corner and goes out the window or however she got it. Mai grabs the ice bucket and nearly SKIP back the room where she and Stan are watching tape.
SF: What's got you so cheery?
MM: SHE BELIEVES ME!
SF: Huh? Who
Mai starts to tell Stan everything that happened in her excited rapid-fire manner, and as Stan struggles to follow her,we now...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:40:50 GMT -5
FADE back in on Mai and Stan.
SF: "She couldn't have waited until we got to the arena?"
MM: "Well she wanted to make sure..."
SF: "Mai. She entered this complex illegally since there's no way Wyatt would allow her in here. She's still doing it."
MM: "Doing what?"
SF: "Like Jack said. It's all about her. She wanted something and everyone else be damned. She wanted to test you so she broke into this complex instead of waiting until we got to the arena like any normal person would."
MM: "But she trusts me!"
SF: "But you shouldn't trust her. She'll do anything and everything to get what she wants and the rest of the world can go up in flames for all she cares."
MM: "But... but..."
Mai looks on the verge of a revelation as Fulton picks up the phone and has security increased ten fold as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:41:18 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento and Dynamite Danny Taylor DRINKING~! to the utter shock of absolutely no one…
ELS: …so then he says…
*Danny motions like he’s pulling levers, then live he’s firing a massive gun, then makes a sweeping gesture with both arms…
ELS: Exactly! Tanks for nothing! I love that story.
*Danny smiles and nods in agreement…
ELS: Speaking of nothing, that’s what my recent plans have amounted to, eh?
*Danny raises an eyebrow…
ELS: I was using the tried-and-true OOWF method of saying nothing at all to see if that got me a title, but it didn’t work out. Guess I’m going to have to go back to promoing to get what I want.
*Danny smiles and shakes his head, laughing…
ELS: Hey, it was worth a shot, right? I mean, it worked for Evans, Folz, and Sparxx. Why not your old pal Lobo, too?
*Danny turns serious, makes the universal sign for “championship belt,” then points at Lobo and shrugs…
ELS: I’ve been giving that a lot of thought, my friend. I held the Onslaught title for a long time, and I’ve technically held the Intercontinental title. I also held the Trios belts with you and Jack. So, I’ve got the World title and the Tag titles to choose from, don’t I?
*Danny nods...
ELS: In that case, it looks like LDW is about to get o.W.n.ed. Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 17:42:08 GMT -5
~~~ Zane Myers in front of the OOWF Banner ~~~
Zane: It seems we are in the midst of a resurgence of the tag team division these days. Us, Phoenix Rising, The Hawaii'ans, Stan & Mai, Wyatt's girls, Heck, even Justin and Bill are making some waves.
The OOWF has a history of great tag teams. 3 piece Set, wCw, kz, Weapon X, Team From Down Under, Devil's Brigade, The Dragons, Midnight Sons, Defenestrators, I could go on and on.
Two teams in particular helped put this federation on the map in it's early days. The feature tag team match at the recent 500th show? These same two teams. One we have history with, one we never had the chance to face.
Drink & Destroy & The Heels.
We've had numerous encounters with The Heels through the years, They even dressed up as us in order to cheat their way to a Tag Tag Championship.
Drink & Destroy was before our time here. But we've dealt with Stank on a number of occasions, and we've had run-ins with Capslock as well in our early days.
As it stands, only 2 of those 4 men are active in the OOWF. Stank and Attitude Adjuster.
I'd like to issue a friendly challenge to Stank & Alan. Once we get win #99, Texpress wants a match with two of the best tag team wrestlers the OOWF has ever seen.
As for this week, we are booked in another 4-team clusterbomb. The odds are against us, but we've had to deal with so many of these type matches that it almost doesn't matter anymore.
The winner is the number 1 contender. That means Championship Opportunities.
So Kai and Aina can do their surfer routine. Stan and Mai can do their bad Ecosystem impression, Bill and Justin can...... do whatever it is they do. Winning Championships is what Texpress does...... And we do it better than anyone.
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 21:11:47 GMT -5
(Wyatt is in the security room of the American Sunrise complex looking over security footage of the break-in to the complex)
Sheriff Dan: So that's Firewoman.
Wyatt: Yep. Hot as hell, but mean as a sumbitch.
Sheriff Dan: How'd she get in?
Wyatt: Well, I forgot to reset the alarms that Moose used to get in. Her brother. Guy with the bat.
Sheriff Dan: Oh yea, strange guy, but seems nice.
Wyatt: Stay on his good side.
Sheriff Dan: You told me.
(They watch the video as Fire follows the extension cord from Moose's light bulb which lights his cot, table, chair, and Jenga game, through the unfinished portion of the complex, into the back of the main complex with emergency water and food supplies, past the inside of the Solar and Geothermal plant, to the living quarters. She peeks in to the room with the pink door and almost laughs, on to the training area. She sees Mai walking to the ice machine and approaches her.)
Sheriff Dan: Well, it looks like she got the lay of the land pretty good.
Wyatt: She's good, I'll give her that.
Sheriff Dan: Shall we pick her up?
Wyatt: You have no idea how much I want to, but no.
Sheriff Dan: No? Then why?
Wyatt: I'm giving her a pass. She likes to claim we're some weird cult. You've seen the nutcase Black Helicopter types that want to blow me up because I don't want to have open revolt against the Gubmint.
Sheriff Dan: Oh, yeah. Hell, I had forgotten this place was even here until you bought it.
Wyatt: And I want her to have no excuses when she and her asshole husband are counting the lights next Wednesday night, and Edra and Clio take their belts.
Sheriff Dan: Oh, should I congratulate you on being the twins dad?
Wyatt: You can, and thanks. But all it changes is the outlook. I've been acting like their father for 24 years. All that's different is that we're blood. Which is important, I guess.
Sheriff Dan: You guess?
Wyatt: You'd never guess that she and Moose are brother and sister. Blood's important to Moose, but not her. Her asshole husband is more important.
Sheriff Dan: Oh, she's one of those.
Wyatt: Yeah, she'll learn. Never choose love, or lust, over blood. It'll get you every time.
Sheriff Dan: OK, then. Coming to the concert at the fairgrounds tonight?
Wyatt: Naaah, rock bands I've never heard aren't my thing, even if they are Relay for Life cancer benefits. But the girls might come over later. Your boys going over?
Sheriff Dan: Dunno. I'm just curious if I need more security over there.
Wyatt: Don't worry. It's Ely. What could happen.
(Sheriff Dan takes the picture of Firewoman from the Security Camera and leaves the security room as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 21:12:23 GMT -5
<Fire is walking through the trees to get back to her car. She suddenly stops, and turns around throwing a punch. Moose easily avoids the punch and laughs>
MHJ: Getting soft in your new found life. A few years ago, you would have known I was here and lead me to a trap. You’re slipping
FW: <glaring at Moose> You assume I’m not
MHJ: No, I know you’re not.
FW: So what now, you drag me back to your buddy Wyatt?
MHJ: Nope, I was just there to collect a gift <Moose holds HDBIV up and Fire’s eyes narrow slightly> It was a gift, rather nice of Wyatt, don’t you think?
<Fire and Moose start to slowly circle one another, like it was a movie>
FW: So, this is how it’s going to be? Sneak attacks, trailing me, making my life hell?
MHJ: No. I didn’t attack you, though I could have. For all your bravado, you are not always as clever as you think you are. Once again, I am just a little sad, the old Lisa would already have been at my throat. But you are not going to do that, because They wouldn’t like it. Dr. Sid wouldn’t like it. Little Alex wouldn’t like it. But tell me…….what about what Lisa likes?
FW: You think I would like tearing my own brother to pieces and leaving him a bloody mess in the woods?
MHJ: <smirking> Yes……I do. Because you want me to go away. You erased the memory of one brother. That was one less tie to who you are. And face it Lisa, when I was gone, when you thought Stank broke my neck and I had crawled off into the frozen hell of Nunavut to die……..there was a part of you that was relieved…….one less tie to who you are
FW: You are a liar, I had people looking for you
MHJ: Yeah right. How was it that Davin Goddamn Moreland was able to find me, but my own sister……not so much
FW: So what. You want an apology? You want me to say I am sorry for FINALLY being happy? Well fucking forget it, it’s not happening
MHJ: <laughing> Happy? You know goddamn well neither of us know what happy is, and we never will. You know what you are right now? Content. You are fucking content because YOU don’t have to decide to do a goddamn thing right now. You have Dr. Sid making your decisions. You have Lucky making your decisions. You have Alex making your decisions. Lisa doesn’t have to do a fucking thing. And when she does, it’s only after they ok it.
FW: You are a fucking liar
MHJ: Am I really? Ok then Lisa, here we are, there is no one else around. No one to disapprove of what you could do. You want to prove it? Let’s go
<Moose drops HDBIV and stands with his arms outstretched. Fire stares at him, then slowly shakes her head>
FW: Nope, not worth it.
<Fire starts to walk away, then turns and tries to fire a punch at Moose, but Moose easily avoids it, again, and pins her arm behind her back and takes her to the ground. Moose is quickly on top of her with his knee in her back. Fire snarls with rage, but can’t get up. Moose grabs a handful of hair and pulls her head back, then takes HDBIV and holds it inches from her forehead.>
MHJ: You fucking make me sick Lisa. I could turn your face into a fucking roadmap right now, but I’m not going to do that, you know why? Because I can fucking do it any time I want. You’ve gone soft. When was the last fucking time you did anything on your own? You hide behind Alex, you hide behind Lucky, you hide behind Dr. Sid. I was in a fucking Taipei fence match against Crete, my first fucking match back from a broken neck, and I WON. You played slap and tickle with two other teams. I’m coming for you Lisa, and I am not going to stop. Not until you wake the fuck up.
<Moose takes HDBIV and runs one barb across Fire’s forehead, drawing just a trickle of blood>
MHJ: There’s not a fucking thing you can do about it Lisa, because I’m a goddamn Quinn, and you, well, you’re just not. Sparkle that bitch
<Moose slams Fire’s head against the ground, then gets up. Fire is quickly to her feet, ready to kill. She looks around, but Moose has already slipped away into the trees. Fire lets out a murderous bellow of rage, and looks like she wants to kill something. She stops and listens for Moose, but it is silent, she stalks toward her car and we fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 21:12:49 GMT -5
We see Victor Dinero walking down the hallways. As he walks through the doors of the catering hall, Ricky Soaring Eagle appears from behind a stack of crates
“Last week, I introduced J-P Sparxx to a whole new kind of pain. I said all along I wanted this title because it gave me more latitude to do whatever the Hell I want to whomever I want. It would appear The mute’s little lapdog just avoided an ass kicking.”
Down the hall, the catering door opens, and Victor comes out carrying a tray of coffee cups.
“Or maybe not”
Eagle waits until Dinero gets to the stack of crates and then he steps out in Victor’s path. Victor starts to say something, and Ricky blasts him in the face with the tire iron. Victor goes down in a heap, hot coffee spilling everywhere. Ricky kicks him a few times in the head and then crouches beside Victor.
“Tell your friends it is only just beginning. Tell your friends the worst is yet to come. Tell your friends what it is like to
FEEL
MY
PAIN!”
Ricky stands and walks away silently, dragging the intercontinental belt behind him
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 6, 2012 21:50:06 GMT -5
**Stank and L.D. Williams are in a locker room. Tempers appear to be flaring.**
LDW: “…Selfish son-of-a-bitch! Going behind my back to weasel another title shot!”
S: “Weasel? WEASEL? I deserve every title shot I get you paranoid Canadian fuck!”
LDW: “Really? When’s the last time you actually won a title?”
S: “Oh no you didn’t.”
LDW: “Oh yes I did. And Wednesday night in…in…in”
S:<whispering> “Los Angeles”
“CUT!”
**AA walks into the scene, wearing a director’s hat and carrying a megaphone.**
AA: “No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! It has to flow - Wednesday night in Los Angeles, California’ <cheap pop>. See?”
LDW: “AA, I can’t promo off of cue cards.”
AA: “You can’t promo at all. That’s why I’m here.”
S: “But why am I here? I don’t need your help.”
AA: “You don’t think you do. You two are the main event this week! The match needs drama! Intrigue! You can’t just riff on ‘I’ll hit you so hard I’ll hit you very hard. ’ For crying out loud, you’re being outdone by two rookies, an old guy, and a former SFJ!”
LDW: “Old guy?”
S: “When AA’s calling you old, you know you’re in trouble.”
**AA’s eyes bulge. He throws his hat on the ground and stomps on it as he screams at the top of his lungs.**
AA: “ABUSE...OF…DIRECTOR! INSULT ME? I’M ALREADY INSULTED!”
LDW: “Uh - He’s getting awfully red.”
S: “Don’t have a stroke in my locker room!”
LDW: “Breathe AA, I’ll get you some water.”
AA: “See? You put in a little effort and people will believe anything.”
S: “Bastard.”
LDW: “AA, we’re not Shakespearian actors-”
S: “Speak for yourself.”
LDW: “-and even if we were, nobody’d believe we suddenly hate each others' guts over a title match.”
AA: “Hey, You guys shot down my original idea.”
S: “Twins separated at birth doesn’t make any sense. It doesn‘t match our backgrounds.”
AA: “Since when do we care about continuity?”
LDW: “I don’t know Stank, we might be able to make it work. AA could be our grandad.”
AA: “Why do I even try to help you?”
LDW: “Free publicity?”
AA: “Good point.”
LDW: “So…I’ll hit you so hard I’ll hit you very hard?”
S: “Not if I hit you first.”
AA: <sigh>
<fade>
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