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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:20:07 GMT -5
OOWF Bloodbath in Paradise 5 PPV Live! From Las, Vegas Nevada
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Chris Evans
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Ricky Soaring Eagle vs. Danny Taylor vs. Rabbit Mask
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Phoenix Rising vs. Texpress
Flyin Hawaiians vs. New Christian Guard Stank & Attitude Adjuster vs. Power & Glory Ghosthead vs. Moosehead Jack El Lobo Sangriento vs. Matt Folz Comrade Sharkoff vs. Crowing Banned From Everywhere vs. The Draculs
Card subject to Shark attack
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:20:51 GMT -5
(The scene is the locker room of Power and Glory. Wyatt is still steaming and Mary Lou is trying to calm him down.)Mary Lou: Remember you blood pressure, dear. Wyatt: WHY can't I find ANYONE in this whole damn company that I can COUNT on... Mary Lou: Excuse me? Wyatt: I don't mean you, dear, it's just... Mary Lou: I mean there ARE other people you can count on. Stan, Mai, Matt...even Moose... Wyatt: Yeah, but they have their own battles to face. This just pisses me off...damn Draculs. Now we're without a main event tomorrow night. Mary Lou: For the house show in Ely? Wyatt: Yeah, well, don't worry, I'll think of something... (Stan and Mai enter)Wyatt: Hey, you two. Want a ride to Ely for the house show? Stan: Oh, I completely forgot about that. Mai: No you didn't. You were going to...oh, wait, yes you did. Wyatt: Going to what, Stan. Bail on our High School Athletic Program benefit house show? The Draculs are out, now you two? Stan: Wyatt, I'm just... Wyatt: I know, you're just not comfortable working with the twins. Think about the kids though. We had 500 tickets sold when we left Ely on Sunday, and who knows how many they've sold since then. I'm paying all the expenses, and I have the Cellblock bringing over two full Prime Ribs for backstage and Mai's favorite from Margaritas... Mai: Fried Ice Cream? Oh, Stan... Stan: Well, they do like us there. And I miss my seat in the plane Wyatt: Then it's settled, you're coming. Stan: But this is just for tonight, then after the show... Wyatt: We're all going to Vegas on Friday anyway, so you can ride down and join us for the wedding on Saturday. Mary Lou: Oh, I'd LOVE to have you both there! Mai: Consider it done. That is, if it's all right with YOU, Stan. Stan: Well, if this wedding is catered as well as everything else Wyatt does. Wyatt: No catering. We're doing the Medieval Wedding at the Excalibur, and afterwards, dinner and a show..Tournament of Kings. Mai: Eating with your hands? Stan: Sounds good.We're in. (Edra and Clio enter, freshly showered and changed. They see Stan and Mai and let out with their trademark EEEEEEEEEEE and hug and kiss Mai and Stan. In that order.)Edra: We've MISSED you two SO MUCH Clio: You have NO IDEA! Edra: So are you coming with us to Ely for the House Show? Clio: Oh Daddy, Mike told us they've already sold ten thousand dollars of raffle tickets for the Pay Per View tickets! Wyatt: Oh, girls, this is going to be SO GOOD. Mary Lou: These three are so excitable. (Wyatt puts his arm around Mary Lou)Wyatt: You have NO IDEA.... Stan: As incorrigible as ever, I see... Mai: But at least they're getting a proper wedding, Stanley. Wyatt: Some things never change, Einar. Let's go. Stan: Funny... (Wyatt, Mary Lou, Stan and Mai lead the way as Edra and Clio follow, happily skipping and singing)(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kFhx27OMdE ) Edra & Clio: Prick your finger on a spinning wheel But don't make a sound Drop of blood and now you're taken For all time With a kiss you will awaken And you'll be mine, you'll be mine, you'll be mine FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:21:35 GMT -5
<Moose and LD are sitting in the back, still bloody, still in their gear, drinking beer. Stank walks in and LD tosses him a beer and the big man sits down. Nothing is said for a few minutes, finally Stank breaks the silence>
Sta: Moose.......this thing with you and Fire.......
MHJ: It is what it is Stank. It has to be done.
Sta: Yeah, but can't you two just wrestle? Why does it have to be a bloodbath?
MHJ: Who says its going to be a bloodbath?
<Stank just looks at Moose, Moose laughs, not taking his concerns seriously>
MHJ: If it was just a wrestling match, it wouldn't last very long, I would win and it wouldn't prove a thing. I need to see if Firewoman is still alive, or if Lisa Darling killed her
<Stank flinches a bit at the killed part>
LD: Doesn't seem to matter much, she has it in her contract that she isn't facing you
MHJ: <draining his beer> I have ways of getting her attention, she will be begging for a match soon enough
<the three of them sit in silence for a minute, LD finally speaks>
LD: Felt good out there
MHJ: but LD Williams, you are a FACE! Faces don't engage in such brutality!
LD: Screw that, Evans got off easy
MHJ: Even faces need an outlet now and then. kz is always there, you just say the word
<the three of them sit there and then notice that there are two empty chairs across the room, they all seem to realize it at once, Stank just shakes his head>
Sta: Maybe one day, but no time soon
<they all crack open fresh beers and we fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:22:17 GMT -5
FADE back in on backstage in Seattle. Wyatt, Mary Lou and the girls have started to move away and Stan takes Mai aside.
SF: "Mai. Let's remember something. We're only going with the four of them because of this benefit show. Unless and until Wyatt breaks things off with Moose and his ideas for what Clio and Edra should be, we can't associate with them."
MM: "Awww, but Stan. They're so much fun to hang with."
SF: "I understand that, but they've forsaken Our Lord and Savior. They've embraced the Devil and his ways."
MM: "But you said you liked the food."
SF: "I know. That's what people like to think 400 pound men always think about. Frankly I think more about how to lose this weight than gaining more. I hope this caterer has salads and fruit. C'mon. Let's go get changed, check on Matt and get to Vegas. I have a standing invitation at the Poker Room at Mandalay Bay."
MM: "Gambling is a sin, Stanley."
SF: "God will forgive me, Mai. Besides, most of my winnings go towards the American Red Cross."
MM: "Really?"
SF: "Yeah. I don't make a big deal of my charitable work like Lisa, Chad and Zane do. Frankly I think it's crass to always be promoing about it."
MM: "Ego, Stan. They're full of it."
SF: "No doubt about that. Let's check on Matt."
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:22:54 GMT -5
*Fade in to Ski Mask Guy, coming to you Live(ish) from an obviously undisclosed location*
SMG: Hi everyone! It's your old pal Ski Mask Guy. I know you're not used to hearing me talk much, and more used to be beating the piss out of people with a pipe.
SMG: Unfortunately, my list of evildoers has shrunk to exactly one. And that one is Chris "Cubheart" Evans.
SMG: Chris...can I call you Chris? Actually, I don't need your fucking permission. Chris. I see you have a OOWF World Heavyweight Championship match with the great LD Williams this Sunday.
SMG: I imagine he'll wipe the floor with you, since you're a gigantic pussy with no friends.
SMG: But should the miracle happen...should LD come down with 4 broken legs and 6 concussions before the match or something...you may feel jubilant that you finally won the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.
SMG: If you weren't such a raging douchebag with million-dollar talent and a 10-cent head; you would have won it by now. You had powerful people in your corner. You had the best of everything. Support, Training, Pedigree, Connections...all of it. You were a shoo-in for the title.
SMG: But, as is typically the problem with you Cubbie...your 10-cent head got in the way. You knew better.
SMG: And obviously, you knew better, because anyone who has ever been on your side; who has ever supported you...has abandoned you.
SMG: And thanks to me...they're never coming back. Their attacks? Your fault, not mine. Thing is, they blame you. Of course they do. It's obviously your fault. I'm just the symptom of the underlying problem, Cubster...
SMG: You.
SMG: Your arrogance. Your idiocy. Your refusal to listen to those who fucking know better than you. All of it has led to this, Chris. And the wrestlers, the fans, everyone - they've come to one conclusion.
SMG: You're a fucking moron, Cubbie. You're nothing but a dumb jock. And in the wrestling business? Dumb Jock only gets you so far. Ask Randy Orton if you don't believe me.
SMG: *pulls an envelope out of his pocket* Now...as you're well aware, the OOWF doesn't have any sort of testing program. That's to the benefit of many, but Chris? *opens envelope* Chris Evans...Positive for androstendione...positive for Human Growth Hormone...and...oh, this explains everything...Positive for StarCaps.
SMG: What are StarCaps? They're a weight loss pill which is supposed to mask Steroids, Chris. You either took them wrong or...oh wait, that's right...they're designed for women.
SMG: Because, let's face it Chris, you're nothing but a whiny, bitchy woman. You don't get your way? You throw hissy fits. You're pretty much on the proverbial rag constantly. More importantly, you don't have the BALLS to make it in this business. Oh sure, natural talent might win you some matches here and there...but to stick? To remain relevant? You need cajones. And before you say anything? Firewoman has elephant balls compared to you...yet another vet you decided to ignore, Cubby.
SMG: So, here's a friendly reminder. I'm coming. You won't know where, and you won't know when...but soon...and when you least expect it. Until then?
*lights the paper and envelope on fire, and it goes up like flash paper*
SMG: Good luck. No really. I totally think you'll beat LD Williams *snicker*. I mean, you're SO much better than he is...*laughing*
*Ski Mask Guy laughs and turns away from the camera. He heads out into the darkness, never to be seen again*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:23:40 GMT -5
Fire, Alexis, and Alex are back in the suites.
FW: DAMN but that felt GOOD!
LD: Sorry about the ending--
FW: What? you looked great. He moved. It happens.
LD: Are...you ... NOT angry about a loss?
FW: *shrug* It happens. *enthusiastic hug* I'm just glad to have you back, sis.
Fire lets her go and goes to get some Aquafina from the fridge. Alexis turns toward Alex.
LD: What the hell?
AD: Look, just go with it. I think it's a side effect. Beats trashing the place.
LD: I guess...
FW: *rejoining them* Okay so Chad and Zane said there was a club around the corner...
AD: I think we should maybe stay in.
FW: What? The band is back together, dear. We should go out and party like rock stars.
AD: Rock stars drinking Aquafina.
Firewoman causally drapes her arm around Alexis's shoulders.
LD: It would be fun... I haven't gotten to just hang with anyone in forever. Danny and Vic going to?
FW: I can make it happen.
Fire and Alexis both look at Alexander, pleading.
AD: Oh good God. Fine. We'll go. Like I could resist the two of you teaming up on me.
FW: That's for later.
AD: *clears throat* Alright, everyone hit the showers and meet back here in 20 minutes?
LD: Make it thirty, I'll need to fix my hair too.
FW: Priss.
Alexis throws a pillow at Fire who catches it and throws it back as Alexis leaves, both laughing. Fire turns to Alex.
FW: Why don't you want to go?
AD: Because you're being very wierd right now.
FW: So what? I feel great. Only ones missing are Davin and Sam and it's almost like a big family reunion.
AD: Whatever, I'd rather we'd all just stay in and lay low. Especially you.
FW: Why?
AD: Because your brother is committed to amping up his harassment of you to get you to...I dunno what he's trying to do...
FW: Oh, let him...let's go...
Fire starts to walk away, but Alex grabs her arm. She turns and gives him an icy glare.
FW: Really.
AD: This is important.
FW: Moose is Moose, and he's all talk. He'll try to play mind games with me and they won't work. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me...REALLY hurt me, permanent like.
AD: You can't seriously think that.
FW: I know that. Now, you can either remove your hand from my arm, or I'll remove your arm from your body.
AD: Yeah, you'd try. *he says with a smile, but he does let go* Sorry, I--
FW: I will chalk it up to your endearing but misplaced concern for my well being.
AD: It's not mis--
FW: We have a title defense in three days, AGAINST Chad and Zane who are still very much the Measuring Sticks, and now they have their Quest for 100 to prove. We need to focus on that, and not on what my crazy brother is going to talk about and never do. So can we please go shower now?
AD: Fine....
They exit as well to their side of the suites and we FAAAAAAAAADE out....
and then we FAAAAAAAAADE back in, as Fire is ready, Alex is ready, and Alexis is...in progress. Lucky comes in with some stuff, including a pink phone message. He starts to hand it to Fire, but then notices that everyone is all happy and ready to go party.
L: Oh...well, it can wait.
FW: What?
L: Just...Dr. Freedman was able to schedule the session...
AD: What session?
Lucky hands Alexander the paper
AD: Oh...that...
FW: Oh...when.
She grabs the paper from Lucky.
FW: That's too soon. I can't do it then.
AD: Yes...you can.
FW: No, Alex, it's--
AD: It's been put off long enough.
FW: ....
AD: ....
L: ....
FW: Okay.
Lucky nods, and take the rest of the paper work to wherever his office is. The mood in the room has darkened considerably. Alexis walks in and notices.
LD: What's up?
AD: It'll be fine, Fire.
FW: Whatever. I want to stop and get ice cream.
Firewoman slams out the door.
LD: What now? I mean that's more like it but--
AD: I'll tell you later. Let's go...
FAAAAAAAAADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:24:18 GMT -5
*fade in to Chris Evans*
Evans: You know, I find it pretty ironic that a guy calling me out for having no balls is the same guy who can only take out people with a steel pipe from behind. Despite you claiming to view me as just some kind of dumb jock, you seem to be really focused on me. And as for those that you have attacked, you act as if I care about you attacking them. I don't give two shits about any of your victims, my so-called ex-friends. They wanna blame me? Yeah, this is to them *flips off the camera*. Hell, I have history with Firewoman. You got an issue with evil-doers? Why don't you try taking her out? Save me the trouble of doing it myself. Or hell, take out Moose.
I am the #1 contender for the OOWF World title, and you're just some faceless wannabe that couldn't last 5 minutes in the ring with me, so you can try to get in my head all you want. Just makes me wanna take that title even more. In fact, in my match with LD, I think I'll even dedicate something to you. I'd tell you right now, but where would the fun be in that?
*fade to black*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:24:49 GMT -5
*Fade in to Ski Mask Guy...in the darkness...and laughing his ass off*
SMG: *laughing still* Oh....*laughs* Oh Cubheart...you try so fucking hard to be a badass...*laughing*...Look at yourself! *laughing*
SMG: You're a pathetic shell of nothing. You're terrified that I'm right. You have no friends...no support...no one in this world to watch your back anymore. You've burnt every bridge, cut every tie...and yet here you are...with your weak-ass fake bravado so typical of a Meathead Jock.
SMG: Cubster? LD is gonna whoop that ass. Why? Not only is he one of the greatest, but he's a grown-ass man. Nobody would dare call him a pussy. Cause that would be a lie. But Chris Evans? Giant, Gaping "Hot Dog Down A Hallway" Pussy. I say that, and if they're not laughing their asses off in the back; they're saying "Yup, that's Evans".
SMG: Million-Dollar Talent. 10-cent head. 2-cent personality. And zero-cent man. You don't deserve the right to step into the ring with The Great LD Williams. You don't deserve the right to step into the ring with The Draculs. You're like a more boring, more bitchy version of Lance Storm. You know him, right? The most overrated piece of trash to ever set foot in a major wrestling promotion? Sure, he had wrestling skills, but that's meaningless when you have the personality of dry wall.
SMG: And Evans? Lance Storm is Ric Flair personality-wise when compared to you. And even though he's a whiny little douche in his little blogs, he's still less of a little bitch than you are.
SMG: You're tired, Cubmeister. You're sad. You're pathetic. There is a reason that I do what I do how I do. That is not your concern, and quite frankly, you don't deserve to know why. I don't think you have the nutsack to understand.
SMG: So put together your chain wrestling while LD beats the snot out of you. Pretend the crowd gives a shit when they announce your name and you hear crickets. Pretend you have the respect of the people in the back when most of them would much rather see you get hit by a bus.
SMG: Your time in the Main Event is limited. Enjoy it while you still can. I'm coming for you, Evans. You won't know how. You won't know when. You sure as fuck should know why by now, but soon...and when you least expect it.
SMG: Your free pass is over, honeybuns. Your reckoning is nearly upon you. And I'm just the guy...well...Ski Mask Guy...to do it.
*Ski Mask Guy fades into the darkness, never to be seen again*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 14:25:34 GMT -5
(The scene opens on the Bristlecone Convention Center in Ely Nevada for a special OOWF House Show. The Holy Spirit Squad Crusher Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo have beaten The Pontiac Experience, and a familiar theme fires up, (youtu.be/v7WVhlf0vXM ) and out to the ring walks Wyatt Cox. He picks up the ringside microphone and enters the ring.) Wyatt: HELLO ELY! (cheap pop) I'm just so glad to see so many of you here. Between the ticket sales tonight and the raffle for tickets to Sunday's Pay Per View, we've raised 20-thousand dollars tonight for the White Pine High Athletic Boosters. (thunderous applause) I also want to thank all the wonderful OOWF athletes who perform night in and night out to bring you an outstanding show. (applause) Now, I want to bring out two performers who are near and dear to me, and to you as well. May I present my two darling daughters, Power and Glory! (The twins come out to A Public Affair by Jessica Simpson in their pink ring outfits and matching collars to a huge standing ovation) Edra: Thank you so much. I am so proud to be here tonight. It means the world to me. Clio: The people of Ely have taken our dad and taken us to your hearts, it means so much to us. (Someone from the audience shouts “We love you Clio” and gets a hearty laugh and a blush from Clio) Edra: She loves you too, we all love you, and thank you for coming out tonight. Wyatt: Unfortunately, the Dracul Brothers were supposed to show up tonight to compete against the twins in our main event, but unfortunately they're suffering from some sinus pain tonight...the consequences of having a Halliburton stuffed up their noses (the audience laughs) So I'm afraid... (Wyatt's conversation is interrupted as Insane In The Brain fires up and Awesome Bill from Dawsonville, Justin Sane, and Ellie May from Ellijay (still wearing the burlap bag) walk down. They grab a microphone at ringside and step into the ring. Both Edra and Clio are staring holes into all three members of Banned from Everywhere) Wyatt: Whassamatta? You lost your asses on the way to Las Vegas? Awesome Bill: Hell, no, your Johnny Law over here said we wasn't to bring Drunkey and Drunkette into the building what because they might make a mess on the carpet. Wyatt: Well, you're a little late, the show's almost over.. Justin: ...and we just heard you don't have a main event. Wyatt: So what do you....no, no, you're not doing this here. This is MY town. Awesome Bill: Now hold on there, White Cogs, you and your Herulese and Edrafication here done owe me some satisfaction for whut you did a week ago. Ellie: I'm still wearing this burlap bag Awesome Bill: But that makes you so sexy baby...whoooo....I mean that quart of Pine Cone Party Likker whut you spilled on the mat.. Ellie: ON ME! Wyatt: You just want to embarrass us in front of our hometown crowd. Justin: Can I borrow five dollars? Wyatt: NO! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU TWO....Oh, here (Wyatt hands Justin the Five Dollars. The twins are angry and telling Wyatt to make it happen. Wyatt is furious.) Wyatt: Bill, you want to do this right here. Awesome Bill: Rite chere. Wyatt: Right now? Awesome Bill: Rite now! Wyatt: What do you think, Ely? (The crowd is electric, chanting “Do It, Do It!.) Wyatt: All right, I've never disappointed a crowd in this city Ellie: Although I imagine he's disappointed a few women... (The crowd laughs and serves to infuriate Wyatt and the twins even more.) Wyatt: Junior Hale, get in here. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the Evening, one fall to a finish, accompanied by there...what are you, anyway...their friend, from the Great State of Georgia, Ellie May from Ellijay. She represents, from Baltimore, Maryland, 150 pounds, he is JUSTIN SANE! His partner also hails from the great state of Georgia, at 285 pounds, AWESOME BIIIIIIIIL FROM DAWSONVIIIILLLLE. If you will. Their opponents, originally from Emporia Kansas, now residing right her in Ely, Nevada, at a combined weight of 385 pounds, Power, and Glory, the NEAL TWINS! Wyatt hands the microphone over to the timekeeper and steps over to the twins to talk a little strategy before Junior Hale has Wyatt exit the ring. Bill and Justin have a short conference before Justin exits the ring and Bill starts out against Glory. They lock up in the center of the ring and Glory powers Bill to the corner. As Bill raises his hands for the clean break Glory drives two hard shoulders to the ribs, then goes to whip Bill across the ring, but he reverses. Glory runs up the turnbuckle and tries for a dive but Bill moves and Glory crashes to the mat. Glory tags in Power and before leaving runs across the ring and slaps Justin across the face. Justin stands there clueless, not realizing he's supposed to barge in and chase Glory. Glory sticks her tongue out at Justin and exits the ring. Power and Bill lock up and it's a standard lock-up which Bill manages to take Power to the corner. Bill goes to throw some chops but Power quickly drops down and gets behind Bill for a quick roll-up and a one count. Power continues to jaw jack with Bill and the two get into a bit of a shoving contest that brings in Glory and Justin to try to get things back to business. Except that the four are more interested in talking smack than laying the smack down. Finally Glory takes a shot at Justin and those two get into a squabble and Power and Bill are trading chops and strikes as well. Referee Junior Hale tries to get Glory and Justin out of the ring, but while he does Power gets Bill back and Wyatt slides a chair into the ring. In a page out of the Eddie Guerrero Playbook, Power smacks the chair on the mat, pitches it to Bill, and falls like she's dead. Junior Hale turns around, sees Bill with the chair, and calls for the disqualification. Bill and Justin are livid and screaming at Junior Hale as Wyatt grabs a microphone. Wyatt: You can't outsmart me in my home town, Bill! Now Sheriff Dan, could you give these three jackasses and their donkeys a police escort to the county line, please. Friends, thanks for coming, see you Sunday night at the Pay Per View in Las Vegas! (Banned from Everywhere are escorted from the building and Wyatt and the twins take a bow as we...)
(Fade to the dressing room area 30 minutes later. The fans are still congregating outside the room and wanting to talk and meet the OOWF performers. Wyatt and Mary Lou go in but find the room empty.) Wyatt: Stan, Mai, the folks want to meet the Holy Spirit Squad. Guys? Mary Lou: Look, a note. (Wyatt picks up the note and begins to read it) Wyatt: Dear Wyatt and family. We're sorry, but we can't stay. Nor will we join you for your wedding this weekend. Unless and until you renounce your evil ways we cannot and will not be able to associate with you. We truly wish the best for you and hope that God forgives you and blesses you and your family. All The Best, Stan, Me Too, Mai. (Wyatt angrily crumples the note, then smooths it and folds it to put in his pocket.) Wyatt: What was that you were saying yesterday about us not being alone in this company? That we had people we could count on to watch our back? (Mary Lou is speechless, on the verge of tears as Clio and Edra run into the room.) Clio: Dad, dad, where's Stan and Mai? Edra: Yeah, dad, everyone wants to see them. (Wyatt hands the twins the note) Clio: They...left? Edra: But they.... Wyatt: Ladies, we're on our own. I'm sorry. (The girls expressions slowly change from extreme sorrow at the loss of their friends to those evil grins.) Clio: That's OK, Daddy. What's that old saying, Edra? Edra: If you can't join them, beat them....senseless... (Wyatt and Mary Lou are stunned as the twins skip off into the crowd of fans) Wyatt: You know how I said things could get nasty? Mary Lou: Uh-huh. Wyatt: There's only one person who ever used that phrase. Mary Lou: Should I ask... Wyatt: Their uncle Ned. Mary Lou: But he's.... (Wyatt sits down and puts his head in his hands as we....)FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 15:06:14 GMT -5
*fade back in to Chris Evans*
Evans: So you wanna bash on Lance, huh? Thats fine by me, Lance is used to taking criticism by people like you, faceless people that bash on others behind a computer screen, who would then shit themselves the moment they had to face the one they're bashing.
And in case you've forgotten, just remember this: I'm not the only one here who was trained by Lance Storm. And that particular individual, my thoughts against them nonwithstanding, is more bloodthirsty than I could ever aspire to be, especially when those who they holds dear are insulted, and has a way of finding out who people who hide under masks truly are. Have fun with that.
*fade to black*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 18:56:30 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 is with L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., Sunday night at Bloodbath in Paradise V, you will defend your OOWF World Heavyweight Championship against Chris Evans. Your thoughts?”
LDW: “I could wax poetic about the history of this championship and the people who have held it. I could talk about how being a fighting champion and how I relish the challenge, but why? Evans doesn’t pay any attention - he just spouts whatever he‘s scribbled on the back of his hand.
So let me make it simple Chris. If you intend to walk out of the ring with the championship - or at all - on Sunday night, I suggest you plan to do it fairly. Not out of a desire to please the fans, or respect for me, or even the sake of fair play. Do it out of a sense of self preservation.
Sunday night, it’s you against the greatest wrestler in the world. If you lose, you’ll eventually get another shot. If you win - fairly - I’ll hand you the championship and shake your hand. Either way, the next time we meet, it’ll be you against the greatest wrestler in the world.
If, however, you try to screw me over, - and I don’t mean something lame like whacking me with a chair or putting your feet on the ropes - if you legitimately try to screw me, then win or lose the next time we meet it’ll be you against the man who makes Moosehead Jack nervous.
Last Wednesday I let the monster our to play for the first time in a long time. I realized that as much as I enjoy my role as a legend, as much as I enjoy being the respectful and respected veteran, life was a los simpler when I was a sadistic bastard.
So go ahead and mock me Chris. Insult my accomplishments and what I stand for. Play the badass all you like. But somewhere inside, realize what you’re getting into, and know that there’ll be consequences.”
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 18:57:11 GMT -5
We're in GM Selena's office. The Spin the Wheel Make the Deal wheel is set up. Chuckles is strapped to it and looks scared to death. He probably should be. Selena pops into the picture dressed as Katniss Everdeen.
GMSa-T: Okay OOWF fans, as I announced earlier this week, LIVE in Las Vegas, Nevada!
*cheap pop*
GMSa-T: Bloodbath in Paradise will feature the always popular Spin the Wheel Make the Deal. And since it's so awesome, I can't wait 'til Sunday to announce the matches, so we're gonna do it...RIGHT NOW!
Fans cheer.
GMSa-T: As yuo can see, we have the wheel set up. I got the law dudes here to make it all official like. Why is Chuckles strapped to the wheel you ask? 'Cuz I need a target for my awesome archery skills, duh!
One of the lawyers clears his throat.
GMSa-T: Yes, I know, I'm required to inform everyone that Chuckles is protected. He's wearing a teflon suit.
L: Kevlar.
GMSa-T: Kevlar suit! Anyway, before law dork interrupted me, I'm gonan randomly pick a match, fire my arrow at the spinning wheel and whatever match I hit, that's the match! If I hit Chuckles, well, that'll just be funny.
CtC: Juh! Juh!
GMSa-T: Quit whinin' ya baby! Okay, let's get this started. By the way, do I make a cute Katniss or what? First match...um...let's do Moosehead Jack vs Ghosthead. Or as I like to call it, the Match of Head.
A lawyer snickers as the wheel starts to spin and Chuckles whines.
GMSa-T: Don't make me shoot this thing over there!
They stop and Selena shoots as Chuckles squeals. She hits the wheel. The wheel stops.
L: Last Man Standing.
GMSa-T: Awesome. let them beat the crap out of each other. And just to make it a little more interesting, BOTH titles will be on the line. Have fun, boys. Start 'er up again!
The wheel starts again.
GMSa-T: Let's do Comrade Sharkoff and Crowing. See Comrade, I do now who you are.
She shoots and hits the wheel. It stops.
L: Chain Match.
GMSa-T: Russians are good with chains, right?
L: I guess?
GMSa-T: You're helpful. Moving on. Let's go with my boys, the Flyin' Hawai'ians and the so-called New Christian Soldiers.
The wheel starts. Selena shoots. She hits Chuckles and he screams. The wheel stops as she laughs uncontrollably. The lawyers check on Chuckles and give the thumbs up.
GMSa-T: *while laughing* See! The Kevlon stuff worked!
L: Kevlar.
GMSa-T: Dude!
They start the wheel again as Chuckles cries. Selena fires once she gains her composure and hits the wheel. It stops.
L: Falls Count Anywhere in Las Vegas.
GMSa-T: Good luck Stan and Mai. You're probably gonna need it. Let's do *in her best Spanish accent* El Lobo Sangriento vs Fatt Rolz.
The wheel starts. Selena fires. The wheel stops.
L: Submission Match.
GMSa-T: BORING!
L: It's a required option.
GMSa-T: Who says?!
L: The BOOard.
GMSa-T: *rolling eyes* Moving on. Let's do Wyatt's girls vs Stankie and AAA.
L: Power & Glory vs Stank and Attitude Adjuster.
GMSa-T: That's what I said!
The wheel spins. Selena shoots and hits the wheel. It stops.
L: Texas Tornado.
GMSa-T: Texas had a tornado? Omigosh is mom okay?!
L: It's the name of the match, Selena.
GMSa-T: Oh, right. The one where everyone's legal. I knew that. Let's do that dumbass Bill from Wherever and Justin against the Draculas.
L: Awesome Bill from Dawsonville and Justin Sane vs the Draculs.
GMSa-T: I hate you law dudes.
The wheel spins. Selena fires. She hits the wheel and it stops.
L: Pole Match.
GMSa-T: What's on the pole?
L: Whatever you want.
GMSa-T: Can I hang Bill from it?
L: No, Mrs. al-Takriti.
GMSa-T: Fine. We'll hang...um...Oh! I know! His liquer! What's it called?
L: It's his, ahem, Pine Cone Party Likker.
GMSa-T: Yeah! That! Hang that on the pole!
L: We'll need to use the drinking advertisement...
GMSa-T: Fine, whatevs, just do it. Let's do the Tag Team title match now!
L: Phoenix Rising defending the Tag Team Championships against Texpress.
GMSa-T: Dude...
The lawyer starts the wheel. Selena fires and hits the wheel so it stops.
L: Double Strap Match.
GMSa-T: Well, darn, I just gave that match to Firewoman didn't I? She has, like, a TON of straps and whips and chains and all kinds of kinky stuff.
L: You know this, how?
GMSa-T: Omar told me.
L: How does he know?
GMSa-T: He um, well, he...
Selena fires an arrow at the lawyer who dives out of the way.
GMSa-T: Stop being stupid! Start the wheel up! It's Danny, Ricky, and Rabbit.
L: "Dynamite" Danny Taylor...
Selena aims the bow at the lawyer once again so he shuts up.
GMSa-T: Go ahead and finish...
L: ...vs Ricky Soaring Eagle vs Rabbit Mask.
GMSa-T: Start the wheel...
The wheel starts and she fires at it. She hits it so it stops.
L: Elimination Match.
GMSa-T: Last but not least, the World Championship match between LD Williams and Chris Evans. This is the last one, right?
L: Yes, Mrs. al-Takriti.
The wheel starts and Selena fires. She hits it and it stops.
L: Submission.
GMSa-T: Hell no! Start it again! No repeats!
The wheel starts again. Selena fires hastily and hits Chuckles again. He screams and she falls to the ground laughing.
GMSa-T: *laughing* He's in so much pain... *laughs more*
The lawyers check on Chuckles. He's fine. I guess. They start the wheel again after Selena composes herself and she manages to hit the wheel this time. It stops.
L: Barb Wire Cage Match.
GMSa-T: HELL YES! Awesome! Now, get Chuckles down and to the doctors and all that. And clean this up!
Selena goes to her desk and sets the bow down. She then sees more red writing on her wall.
Hello Hello
Its only ME
Infecting Everything You Love
GMSa-T: Do we seriously have no security footage of who's doing this?!? I'm gonna fire someone!
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 19:08:18 GMT -5
Stank and AA are sitting at a bar that--due to a contract dispute--will remain unnamed.
Stank: Why can't we say the name of this bar in the promo?
AA: Because they didn't sign a promotional contract with us. No money, no promo.
Stank: So we just do our usual promo without naming the bar?
AA: We also do this promo without naming our opponents.
Stank: Wha? Why?
AA: How many promos has Wyatt cut already?
Stank (whiping out his IPad and opening the OOWF forums. You can see him counting as he scrolls): Three.
AA: And how many times are we mentioned?
Stank: None.
AA: It's like he's writing damn near War and Peace every week, yet fails to realize there's wrestling matches. We face them for the first time last week and we go from main eventers to curtain-jerkers. I don't jerk curtains! I promo main events! Sell outs! Record breakers! You can't curtain jerk me!
AA begins to rip off his jacket and storm around the unnamed bar. Stank stops him.
Stank: Doesn't it defeat the purpose of not promo-ing a certain Texas Tornado Pay Per View match by making a kick-ass promo about not promo-ing?
AA: Yeah, you're right. So let's talk about us. What was up at Midweek Mayhem with that Mystery Tag Team? That was kind of a let down. It was almost like who ever it was supposed to be didn't sign all their paperwork. I mean, three Dracula brothers? Really?
Stank: Yeah, I kind of thought they'd debut those weird guys who've been following us from town to town for the last month.
AA: I've been doing more research on that. I'm pretty sure it's Ultimate Warrior and Ding Dong #2.
Stank: That's what you came up with.
AA: Pretty sure.
Stank: Not Ding Dong #1?
AA: Be serious, Stank. Ding Dong #1 works at a car wash in Nebraska. He wouldn't make the trip.
Stank: So Warrior and a Ding Dong, huh?
AA: Either than or Vern Gagne and Haystacks Calhoun. Or maybe Disco Inferno and The Boogie Man. It could also be P.N. News and The Shockmaster. Or...
Stank slowly backs out of the unnamed bar while AA continues to name names.
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 20:27:21 GMT -5
<Firewoman stumbles out the back door of the bar, clearly not sober. She fumbles around for her lighter and tries to light a cigarette, but the lighter won’t light. After several attempts, Fire gets mad and throws it at the alley wall. She feels around for another lighter, when one lights right in front of her face. She lights her cigarette and takes a deep drag, then her eyes focus to see Moose standing there. Fire quickly scans the alley for escape, more potential enemies, and weapons. Moose just laughs>
MHJ: There are plenty of escapes, it’s just me, and if you think I left weapons around, you are an idiot.
FW: Couldn’t stand to see me have a good time, could you Jackie?
MHJ: Celebrating a loss. You really HAVE become a Darling
FW: You mean the Grand Slam champion and future hall of famer Darling?
MHJ: yes, well winning the Grand Slam clearly doesn’t mean what it used to
<Fire shakes her head and turns to go back inside, but the door is locked from the inside. She bangs on it, but there is no answer. She turns back to Moose and he has an amused look on his face>
MHJ: Fight or flight. A primeval instinct. What’s it going to be Lisa, you going to fight me, or are you going to run away?
<Fire looks like she is about to hit Moose, but she stops herself and starts to walk away>
MHJ: <sighing> If you had only walked away that day……
<Fire stops and turns around, rage blazing in her eyes>
FW: What the fuck did you just say?
MHJ: <walking right up to Fire> You heard me. If only you had walked away that day…….or don’t you remember
FW: <getting visibly angry> You think I don’t want to remember my own brother?
MHJ: No, no I don’t. I think you wish you could forget more. I think you are using everything that has happened to you to run, run like a coward. Run to Alex, run to Lucky, run to Dr. Sid, run to whatever quack religion you buy today, run to the newspapers, run to the spotlight so people will think you are some kind of charitable savior, but make sure you never fucking stop running, you goddamn coward….
<at this, Fire grabs Moose by the throat and slams him against the wall>
MHJ: <with grin on his face> Do it Lisa. Take out the other brother. Who do you see right now, do you see Jackie………or do you see Patrick?
<Fire’s demeanor changes completely. She lets go of Moose’s throat and backs off. She just stares at him, as if momentarily confused>
FW: NO! YOU are not going to taint these memories. <kind of wandering a bit> They get mixed up in my head, and I…….sometimes it’s Jackie, sometimes it’s Patrick…….sometimes I can’t tell who……>
<Fire is interrupted but singing. It is Moose’s voice, but not exactly. It is more Irish than we have ever heard him. Fire’s eyes go wide>
I'm a tiny tiny thing Ever flying in the spring Round and round a ringaring. Long ago I was a king Now I do this kind of thing On the wing, on the wing! Bing! Pretty pretty pretty pretty Pretty pretty petticoats.
FW: ………..Patrick?
<Before anything else happens, Alexander Darling comes out of the bar sees Fire standing there, almost in a trance, then looks and sees Moose walking away singing the Irish nursery rhyme in his normal voice, making it sound sadistic and evil>
AD: Come on, I think it is time we go home
FW: Yeah……..oh……..ok
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 20:29:35 GMT -5
(The scene is the American Sunrise Gulfstream as Wyatt, Mary Lou, and the twins are flying to North Las Vegas airport. Wyatt and Mary Lou are taking a nap while the twins are watching OOWF-TV. )Clio: Texas Tornado match, eh? Edra: Neutralizes our team advantage, huh? Clio: So they think. They don't know everything yet....do they? Edra: No, but they'll find out...just too late. (The twins watch AA and Stank's promoficating)Edra: Awwww.....we hurt Alan's widdle feewings.... Clio: Isn't that just SAD?? Edra: Exactly who did Stank piss off to have to team with him? Clio: He's Stank's MANAGER now? Edra: Manager? Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Clio: Stank and AA...that's like, I dunno, Daniel Bryan and Santino Marella.... Edra: They still think we're flashes in the pan. They'll learn. We're not as big as they are, but we're strong, we're fast... Clio: And we're hot.... (The twins smile that evil grin....)Edra: And they'll both burn....bad! Clio: Mary Lou's research is great...coming up with all those old injury reports on Stank. Edra: He won't know what hit him. (The twins watch the Firewoman/Moose altercation.)Clio: Oh, poor Fire, isn't that awful what Mr Moose did? Edra: Just awful. Horrible. Evil. (Both twins get that evil grin and laugh....then realize they're getting too loud.)Clio: Soon....[/i] Edra: Soon...[/i] (They turn off OOWF-TV and turn on the Pierces...they sing along with their favorite part....)(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kFhx27OMdE ) Edra & Clio: Prick your finger on a spinning wheel But don't make a sound Drop of blood and now you're taken For all time With a kiss you will awaken And you'll be mine, you'll be mine, you'll be mine FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 26, 2012 22:58:13 GMT -5
FADE IN. It's late at night, but since this is Las Vegas it's hard to tell looking outside. Standing outside the Bellagio watching the fountains is one half of the Holy Spirit Squad (yes, that's a confirmation on the team name now... unless Eco says no), Stan Fulton who doesn't go by his "Crusher" sobriquet now. Reverend Stan maybe. He'll work on it. He's wearing ecclesiastical garb, just watching the fountains.
Though he does assume, correctly, that there's an INC nearby. Others nearby think he's nuts talking to himself, but ...
"I've watched today's promos and I suppose I'm expected to respond as Mai and I were mentioned a couple times.
"First, to Wyatt, Edra and Clio. I'm not sure why you were surprised by Mai and I leaving as we did. We explained that the further you go down the dark paths the further you distance yourselves from us. It was you three that pulled Mai and I out of the abyss that was the New Guard. We went to your mountaintop and found ourselves. Plus we found salvation there.
"I notice you've not been back there since. What do you think Beth would think of the girls, Wyatt. Would she be proud to see them slowly sinking into the evil that Moosehead Jack is serving? I would guess you'd stand on that cliff face and find... nothing. I would guess Beth wouldn't show up. She'd be sad that those sweet girls are turning into a poor version of Firewoman: The Early Years.
"And yet, we tell you that we cannot associate with you, except for your benefit event, we leave and you're still shocked? That, my friends, means you're farther down that path than even I thought. We'll pray for your salvation and the hope you find the Light again.
"Let's see, next was Ski Mask Guy. Though not by name, he mentioned all those he attacked and that we blame Chris Evans. Stupidity isn't a sin, but apparently it's running rampant through the OOWF as well. Davin, for I'm certain it's you, I don't blame Chris for your actions. We're all responsible for our own actions. I'm responsible for putting Outback Jack and you out of wrestling. I'll pay for those sins. I've repented and asked my Lord for forgiveness.
"Now I ask you. Please forgive me, Davin, for the harm I perpetuated upon you. I can only hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. And if you do not, I understand that, too. And you know what? I forgive you for hitting me on the back of the head not long after I took a hammer to the head. For my second concussion in a week. A concussion that I'm still affected by. That I still have dizzy spells. From what I still have memory lapses. I will forgive you, Davin. But to earn that forgiveness, you'll have to pay for your sins as well. That time will come.
"Next, comes my former stablemate, Chris Evans. Mai and I forgive you, Chris, for your rude gesture. You find yourself alone and you're lashing out. We all just moved on, Chris. It's not that hard to understand. We all decided your vision for the New Guard wasn't our own. It's not personal, at least from Mai and myself. Matt however does take it a bit personal. The Hawaiians? Yeah, they're probably pissed at you, too. But we forgive you.
"Ms. Selena has picked a Fall Count Anywhere in Vegas match for the Holy Spirit Squad versus the Flyin' Hawaiians. Kai, Aina, you're already at a disadvantage. This is my town. I have a suite at THEhotel at Mandalay Bay anytime I'm in town. The poker rooms in town all know me. Sure, I first came here to see Star Trek: The Experience at the Hilton, but I was a nerd. OK, I'm still a nerd, but I'm a nerd that knows Vegas inside and out. I'll bust your head on the tram or toss you over this very wall into the Bellagio's fountains. Mai and I are determined to win the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. And it doesn't matter who we have to defeat to do that. You happen to be next. We forgive you for your sins. But we don't forget.
We're going to save you. And if we have to destroy the OOWF to save it, we will.
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 0:50:58 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans, who is in his locker room a short time after the stipulations for his match were made*
Evans: So thats how its gonna be, huh, LD? Our esteemed GM Selena has decided to have a roulette wheel decide our fate, and made our match this Sunday in a Barbed-Wire Steel Cage.
*sigh*
You know, I'm really not much of a praying man. Actually, I'm not one at all, but I gotta say, knowing my history with steel cages, somebody's on my side here. Yeah, I know all about your accomplishments, all that you've done, what you're capable of when you don't need to hold back. None of that matters to me right now. Why don't you try asking Bryce Larson, or Outback Jack, what I do when I'M in a Steel Cage, and I have a chance to make a statement?
Thats why I'm giving you one chance here, old man. One last opportunity, to be able to leave of your own accord. Just forfeit the match, give me that World title, and let's end this. Because if you don't, you have no idea what lengths I was willing to go to in order to get it. What the New Guard and myself did to Outback Jack, what I did to Bryce Larson, it is nothing compared to what I will do to you if I get the opportunity to do so. I don't care if I have to break every bone in your body with a steel chair, if I have to bust you open and bleed you dry like a pig, even if I have to hang you over the ropes by a barbed-wire noose and watch as the life slowly slips away from your body. I. DON'T. CARE. Honor, respect. Those words mean nothing to me. If people want me to get hit by a bus...actually, I do care about that. It means they hate me, they want me to fail. And thats why I WILL beat you, just to piss them off. And if that Ski Mask Guy wants to try to save your ass, I invite him to. I wanna see how far I can shove that pipe of his up his ass. And knowing him, he'll probably make some homophobic crack about that one. And I wanna see him run his mouth after he sees what I've done to you, and know that it was because of people like him and his denial of my greatness, that I did what I felt was necessary. You wanna hate me, I'll give you a reason to hate me.
I don't need to play the role of a badass in order to try to make you nervous about facing me. When I faced Bryce Larson, I went into a mindset where I nearly killed my best friend. You think I have any problems with doing something like that again, especially to some has-been like you? No, the time for jokes and bravado are done. Both of us are able to do what we want to each other, and neither of us will hold back. I will take your World title from you LD, and I'm willing to drag us both down to Hell if thats what it takes to do it.
You've been warned...old man.
*fade to black*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 5:35:12 GMT -5
(The scene is the Frank Sinatra Suite in the Penthouse of the Riviera Hotel and Casino. The twins are in an adjacent penthouse suite, Mary Lou is freshening up from the long trip, and Wyatt gets a chance to catch up on OOWF-TV. )
Wyatt: Mr. Mann, you have my sympathy. Seriously, what possessed you to saddle yourself with the services of Mr Capps? I mean, really? Our file on Attitude Adjuster is three feet thick...and that's just his gambling debts involving shady types. I hope, Stank, that you're not trusting him with any of your investments. As my girls said earlier, they've studied carefully both your medical files and mapped out strategies and lines of attack. They're more focused than they've ever been. Stank, Alan, you can make all the complaints you want, but I only promise three things for this Texas Tornado match live on Pay Per View Sunday night at 8pm. Power, Glory, and Pain. Lots of Pain.
To the “Reverend Stan”, I can only say this. The fact that you've never been a father speaks volumes. I do what I do not for me, but for these girls. Beth and I never had to walk this walk, be violent, be brutal...save for those few months that we had to fight the girls' aunt and uncle. I made lots of mistakes, Beth and I both did. I want these two to be ready for anything. Sure, we've gone to the mountain. We've talked to Beth and Marty. They understand that we have to do it this way. They're no happier about it than I am, but we're taking the path that we have to take. And Stan, as a favor to me, don't mention that woman's name in the same breath with the girls name again. She's the cause for this, and trust me, her time is coming.
We each walk the path that we have to. After years of walking in the darkness, you and Mai are walking in the light. For that and the time we spent together I am eternally grateful, not just for the training and help you gave the girls, but for your companionship and friendship. That will not be forgotten.
But just as you have a path to walk, so do we. I hope that while we are walking this path, we do not meet. I fear the results would be unpleasant and saddening for us both.
I will, however, forget this.
(Wyatt holds up a file folder)
You might call this, research. Information on your background, some of the dealings you've had in the past, particularly the nefarious dealings of your former manager, the deceased Sheik...or is he?
(Wyatt pulls up a shredder and runs the folder through it)
This I do, Stan, out of respect for what we had, and maybe someday will again. But this...
(Wyatt holds up anther file folder)
This is our medical file on you. I hope that we never need to use it...for your sake. For you and Mai, Stan, I have a different wish. Eternal Peace. And may God bless you and keep you. I only hope that you don't need it.
Mary Lou: Finished. Are you coming to bed?
Wyatt: (to Mary Lou)Yes dear, just catching up on my messages. Be right there. (To the INC) Isn't it interesting that two years to the day of the shocking wedding of Fire and Alex, I marry the smartest woman I've ever met. Her research and guidance has made this team better than I could have ever dreamed. Alan, Stank, see you Sunday night. And may God have mercy on your immortal souls....
(Wyatt turns off OOWF-TV and the light as we....)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 27, 2012 6:39:15 GMT -5
Ricky is sitting in the empty arena with earbuds in. He pulls one out when he spots the camera.
"I expected by now that the mute and the hare would have run screaming by now to the GM, demanding they be taken out of my match at the ppv.
I find myself amused. These two fuckwads are either extremely stupid, or extremely stupid. Extremely stupid for continuing to subject themselves to the ass kicking I have delivered to the time after time after time. Extremely stupid for not figuing out that NOTHING they can do will make it stop. Their only way out is to not show up. Forefit. Give up.
But they won't and so I will be forced to hurt them once again, to beat the living fuck out of them once again, to make them scream out in agony. and THAT will be music to my ears."
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 27, 2012 15:36:04 GMT -5
FADE in on the main gaming floor of the Mandalay Bay. Walking across said floor is Stan Fulton. A cocktail waitress/SFJ stops him.CWSFJ: "Mr. Fulton? Can I have a word with you?" SF: "I'm sorry. I don't drink." CWSFJ: "No, no. I'm an SFJ too. I'd like an interview." SF: "Oh. I'm sorry. (looking around) How 'bout that empty Pai Gow table over there." CWSFJ: "Sure." The two walk over and sit down to talk.SF: "So what do you want to know?" CWSFJ: "You saw Wyatt Cox's response to your promo?" SF: "I did. And I appreciate Wyatt's thoughts and prayers for Mai and myself." CWSFJ: "And the medical reports he has on you?" SF: "One, all medical information is covered by the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996... remember I've earned a Paralegal minor degree... and he doesn't have access to that kind of information. No one does. There are severe fines and jail time for those that have illegally obtained any information in someone else's files. Wyatt knows this and he knows that Edra and Clio would be on their own if he was to be shipped to the Ely State Prison over on North State Route. And as much as I care for those two girls, I would be required by law and moral code to report any theft of my medical information. Sure, he knows about what I've talked about and what's been on TV, but that goes for everyone. Just as he's watched and learned from training me, I've learned from training and watching Power & Glory. And I've been wrestling a whole lot longer than they have. Wyatt can only instruct and hope his girls can do it. I can execute what I've learned. So his warning about us meeting goes both ways." CWSFJ: "And the reports of your "nefarious" associates and past deeds?" SF: "My past is just that. My past. I've attempted to change. I've found salvation in my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I've enrolled at Luther Seminary in Minnesota for their online Master of Divinity degree. I've also done a lot of things in my past I'm not proud of. But none of that is secret. So shredding a file of that just means Wyatt would have to pull up Google again." CWSFJ: "And his comments about his girls and "she who will not be named?" SF: "Well that's an issue he has. But I'll respect his wishes and not name her or her husband when talking about Edra and Clio." CWSFJ: "So this religious thing isn't just another 'Stan Fulton can't find a gimmick' gimmick?" SF: "It's who I am at this point in my life. Everyone changes. Stagnation is the antithesis of progress. If you're doing the same thing over and over for years and years, how is that healthy? Am I going to be this way in six months? I don't know. Only God knows. I would hope He still has plans for me, but maybe He doesn't. Whatever happens, happens. I learn from each experience and use that knowledge for the next. Being the same thing every day must be dreadful. To wake up every morning and know exactly how the day will be and what you'll do would make me question why I'm living. "Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtain of night? Who knows? What I do know, is that because I was born different, others will fear me... try to drive me away, like the people of the OOWF." CWSFJ: "Highlander." "Caught me. Anyway, for all the so-called free spirits we have in the OOWF, you certainly only see one thing out of each person. Not me. Today, I've found God. Sunday the Hawaiians may take a sledgehammer to my head again and make me into something else. Everything is fluid. Everything is God's plan for us." CWSFJ: "Last question about Wyatt Cox. Will you associate with him or his family again?" SF: "That's no longer up to me. That's up to Wyatt. He's not only failing to stop the evil that Clio and Edra do, he's encouraging it. He's reveling in it. He's becoming a sadistic Emperor sending his charges to do battle for nothing but the blood and pain. That's something I no longer do. Once, that would be something I wouldn't even notice. But now, I cannot abide. In fact, as much as it pains me to say this, I think Wyatt is actually now worse than Moose. At least Moose puts his own body on the line and he doesn't claim responsibility for anyone else. Wyatt is sending his own flesh and blood out to do battle." CWSFJ: "He claims that because you're not a father you cannot know." SF: "And to some extent he's right. But we've all cared for someone in our lives that we'd do anything to protect. Parents, children, significant others, close friends. Certainly the bonds between a parent and child are something Stan Fulton doesn't know. But there's much to be inferred from the other relationships." CWSFJ: "Moving on, you and Mai take on Kai and Aina Sunday night." SF: "More pain and bloodshed. But if we can save Kai and Aina from the evils that run their lives, it will be worth it." CWSFJ: "And you and Mai are called...?" SF: "The Holy Spirit Squad. Play on the name of the WWE group. We were thinking about New Christian Guard since two of us were in the New Guard and we worked with Matt Folz too, but we wanted a clean break from that. Besides, Chris Evans I think trademarked the New Guard name and we didn't want to cause any undue confusion." CWSFJ: "What do you think about what Chris said to LD Williams earlier this week?" SF: "Chris has some demons he needs to purge. Chris is very talented. He might be one of the most talented in this business. But he lets his ego get in the way of success. He's ten times the wrestler I am, yet I've held every singles title this company has, plus the Trios titles. The difference is I was willing to put aside any ego I have... which to be honest with you and myself is very little. I don't think much of myself and when I say different it's all bluster for the cameras. I put aside that and worked and learned from just about everyone in this company. LD, Stank, Tytan, Moose, Davin, Kevin Nash, Chris, Matt, Ravenna, Mai. I learn from all of them. They all have something to offer. Between what I've learned from Matt, Ravenna, LD, Tytan and now Mai, I know Mai and I will earn Tag Team Championship gold. And therefore save Alex and Lisa. For only when they are not champions can they heal." CWSFJ: "What?" SF: "I don't do this for my sake any longer. I may not be wealthy, but I'm comfortable. Between an OOWF pension and what I can earn playing No Limit Hold 'Em, I will be fine. Championships aren't as vital to me as they were. Sure, it'd be nice to be known forever as one of the Grand Slam Champions of the OOWF, but if I don't get there, I'm okay with that too. But Mai and I feel there's a need for salvation in the OOWF. We need to turn those with hate away from their greed and desires. We will save you. It's what you need. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a seat in the poker room waiting for me." Fulton gets up and leaves.CWSFJ: "He's nuttier than a fruitcake." FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jul 27, 2012 16:41:47 GMT -5
*We cut LIVE~! to the familiar confines of the Moreland Compound. The next thing we see is an adorable little toddler, who is in full sprint. All we see is a mass of curly blonde hair trailing behind a booming voice which seems to echo throughout the entire compound.*
MM: DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE DAH-DEE~!
*She stops running long enough to almost fall over before charging into the gym. We see Davin doing some leg work, clearly in an attempt to somehow rehab that knee. He stops to look up.*
DM: What is it, Mickie?
MM: *tries to catch her breath* DAH-DEE!
DM: What?
MM: HI~! *she giggles and runs away*
DM: *to himself* Mom always said "I hope you have a kid just like you"...*sigh*
MM: *runs back in* WAIT! DAH-DEE!
DM: *wasn't expecting that* Jesus H. F....What is it?
MM: JETHUTH H FUCKIN CWIST! *giggles*
DM: HARPER MICHELLE MORELAND we've talked about this! I promised to try to cut back on the swearing if you promised never to do it, right?
MM: *nods*
DM: And especially *looks around*...huh...not on camera? Mickie, why are all these cameras here?
MM: Dey said you.
DM: They said me? Who said me?
MM: Come on, Dah-dee.
*She marches over and gets in the Hoverround basket. Davin hops on, towel around neck, and lets Mickie give him directions. She's like a GPS with a head injury, but eventually leads them both to the TV room, where OOWF-TV is on. Let's pretend it's a commercial for 75% off "Trust Me" t-shirts or something*
DM: They said me on TV?
MM: *nods*
DM: On THIS show?
MM: *nods*
DM: Who was it?
MM: *shrugs*
DM: Was it Uncle Moose? Does Uncle Alex owe me a dollar?
MM: *shakes her head no*
DM: Then who was it?
MM: *shrugs*
DM: What did they look like?
MM: *leans in to whisper, but whispers so loud that everyone can hear. Clearly "volume control" is a skill we're still working on here* FAT Dah-Dee. Big Fat Fat Guy.
DM: You mean Fulton?
MM: *blank stare*
DM: "Crusher"?
MM: CWUSH-UHHH! Yes Dah-dee!
DM: Well, what in the Blue H...er...Hawaii did he want? Hand me the remote, munchkin.
*Mickie digs in the Hoverround Basket and pulls out the proper remote. Davin rewinds and comes back to this:*
quote: Originally Posted by Stan "Crusher" Fulton
"Let's see, next was Ski Mask Guy. Though not by name, he mentioned all those he attacked and that we blame Chris Evans. Stupidity isn't a sin, but apparently it's running rampant through the OOWF as well. Davin, for I'm certain it's you, I don't blame Chris for your actions. We're all responsible for our own actions. I'm responsible for putting Outback Jack and you out of wrestling. I'll pay for those sins. I've repented and asked my Lord for forgiveness.
"Now I ask you. Please forgive me, Davin, for the harm I perpetuated upon you. I can only hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. And if you do not, I understand that, too. And you know what? I forgive you for hitting me on the back of the head not long after I took a hammer to the head. For my second concussion in a week. A concussion that I'm still affected by. That I still have dizzy spells. From what I still have memory lapses. I will forgive you, Davin. But to earn that forgiveness, you'll have to pay for your sins as well. That time will come.
DM: *turns to INC* Forgive me? For what? For inadvertently teaching my daughter to swear? Let me clue you in on a couple of things, Stan. First of all, I know Mai a little bit. Actually, more than a little bit; my wife and I have spent quite a bit of time with her. Yes, she loves Jesus and yes she goes to church...but she's no Born-Again. She's a Catholic, she's always been a Catholic, and has never "come to believe". She's always believed.
DM: So while you're changing you gimmick for the grillionth time in an attempt to both stay relevant, and to impress your tag partner, you forgot that all Christians are not the same and Mai's more of a philosopher and student than a bible-thumper. As usual, your gimmick change is pointless, and in this case, as dopey as Awesome Bill from Dawsonville in a courtroom.
DM: And to address your point, I think all those Deep-Fried Twinkies have gone to your head. *I* am this mysterious attacker? What did I do? Knock people in the head with my crutch? You and your Former New Guard pals made quite sure that my knee was completely destroyed among other things. As a result, I had to retire. Or did you forget that whole thing? Moron. Please, if this were me, do you really think I would be ducking like this guy does? Me? The master of self-promotion? It's my one true weakness, Fatty Fulton. I've never met a camera I didn't like...you know, just like you've never met a chicken-fried, gravy-drenched Snickers bar you didn't like.
DM: I suppose I should thank you though, because the mere mention of my name on OOWF-TV generates a royalty check, so Mickie? You're getting a pony.
MM: PONY~!
DM: As great as I was, and as revered as my name still is, even all these months later in OOWF; sadly, I really am permanently retired. Ol' Davin managed to put all of you over yet one more time - I gave the New Guard what they really wanted...the cache. The thing to put on their resume. "Put Davin out for good - the one thing the New Guard did that was relevant to anything".
DM: Obviously, I still watch, and Mickie still loves this stuff, especially the Soap Opera parts. She told me it reminds her of Dora, when she's trying to get home, after she pulls the map out of her backpack.
MM: I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP I'M DA MAP~!
DM: Umm, k. So anyway, rest assured, the next Moreland you'll see in a wrestling ring will be this little one sitting in my basket in a few years. Hopefully you'll still be around. She's been working with Uncle Page already, and has a pretty nasty Toddler Diamond Cutter.
MM: FEEL DA BANG~!
DM: But until then, stop being fucking retarded. Keep your name out of my mouth unless you want to buy Mickie a jet-ski next; and to all my fans? I miss you terribly; thanks again for all the support over the years. But I will not be back, I will never be back. I watch. I'm a fan. And I will be purchasing the "Bloodbath in Paradise 5 Pay Per View" coming to you Live! This Sunday from Las Vegas, Nevada!
MM: Cha-CHING~!
DM: On a personal not? LD. Beat that little shit within an inch of his life, would you please? It sucks you can't get any actual main event competition these days, but...prove a point. To all of us.
MM: Dah-Dee?
DM: What sweetie?
MM: Can I do it?
DM: Do what?
MM: You know what.
DM: Cock a doodle doo motherfucker? Sure.
MM: No, not DAT.
DM: Then what?
MM: You know....
DM: ....oh...OH! No, no you may not put Daddy in a Cross-Arm Breaker. That hurts Daddy.
MM: PWEAEEESE?
*Davin back the Hoverround out of the room as we fade, although the audio continues running long enough to hear "OW~! DAMMIT THAT HURTS!"*
*fade*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 20:35:11 GMT -5
Kai and Aina are STANDING~ with Noelani in front of the famous fountains in Las Vegas.
Kai: FINALLY! THE KAI! HAS COME BACK! TO LAS VEEEEEEGAS!
*cheap pop*
Kai: Stan Fulton, ya wanna talk about Las Vegas as your home. Ya wanna say how this is your vacation spot and you know it inside and out. Well, let the Kai tell you something. The Kai could give a monkey's crap about what you do in your spare time. Fine, so you like to come to Vegas. You like to watch Celine Dion live and in person, the Kai understands. The Kai knows you're a pussy. Everyone knows this.
But let the Kai ask you a question. No, a series of questions. You don't have to answer, because the Kai knows you don't want to and probably are too slow to follow along anyway, but here it goes. Does knowing where that alley over there leads gonna help save you from a kick to the jaw? Does knowing what time Celine starts help you when we throw Mai into a dumpster? Does knowing what a tiny bottle of water at Caeser's costs save you when the Kai and his bruddah nail you with a Moloka'i Cocktail? Does coming to Vegas to buy a cheap hooker save your barely existent sex life?
Noe: Actually, prostitution is illegal within Las Vegas city limits.
Kai: You would know, wouldn't you? Did you get popped by 5-0?
Aina: Bruddah...
Kai: The Kai apologizes, bruddah. especially on the eve of your departure from OOWF. The Kai is being selfish. The Kai is taking up your interview time. Say your goodbyes, bruddah.
Aina smirks, and clearly doesn't really know what to say. he finally looks up to the camera.
Aina: In Hawai'ian, Aloha means goodbye. But it also means hello.
Aina looks at Noelani.
Aina: And it means love.
Aina looks back to the camera.
Aina: So this is not a goodbye. This is an aloha. When Noelani and I have got our lives together settled, and we welcome the newest member of the Hawai'ian Nation into this world, trust me. I will be back. The Flyin' Hawai'ians will fly again.
Aina punches Kai in the heart, knocking him back a bit, but drawing a smile.
Aina: Now, as for Stan and Mai. We had potential in the New Guard. Petty difference got in the way. I feel bad about that, in fact, I'm deeply sorry. But that's the past. I'm all about the future. And in this future, I will have one last match, and the two of you? Well, you drew the unfortunate task of being our last victims. Stan, Kai was right. Does knowing Vegas really help you when you and Mai are two on two with the great two?
Aina grins at Kai for using one of his lines.
Aina: Stan, will vacationing here stop me from finishing what I started with...
Aina pulls out his trusty sledgehammer.
Aina: This? I don't think so. My days are numbered here. And if you're not careful, so are yours.
Kai: So Tweedle Dee and Tweddle Dumb, the Kai hopes you're ready. 'Cuz the tidal wave is cresting. And it's about to break ALL OVER your candy asses! And when the Kai and his bruddah are done, we'll check you into the Heart Break Hotel over there, where a fat, greasy, cheese smellin' Elvis not-look-alike can not only pronounce you man and wife, but also your career as DOA, so bruddah...
Kai slaps/pushes Aina hard in the chest.
Kai: Are you ready?! HANA HOU!
Aina: HANA HOU!
Kai: IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLALALALOW! WHAT THE KAI! IS! SURFIN!
Aina: And that's the bottom line! 'Cuz the Flyin' Hawai'ians said so!
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 20:45:41 GMT -5
**Cut to L.D. Williams in what appears to be a wrestling ring.**
LDW: “Finally Chris, something we agree on. The time for jokes is past. So I will not tell you that I can beat you in a cage, I can beat you on the stage. I can beat you in the ring, I can beat you on a wing. I can beat you with a chair, I can beat you anywhere. NO! I will not say that. It’s time to be serious.
Sunday night I will step into the ring with Chris Evans. He’s younger, faster, prettier, and potentially more resilient. In a regular match, at the right place and time, he might just beat me.
…but it’s not going to be a regular match…
**The camera pans back to show that the ring Williams is in is surrounded by a barbed-wire cage. **
As you said, Chris, you’ve accomplished a thing or two inside a cage - at least one of them was mostly directing traffic. But whatever. Now, I don’t have specifics - Alzheimer’s and all that - but I’m pretty sure I’ve been in a cage once or twice myself - barbed wire, even. As I recall, I enjoyed it.
**Williams steps closer to the cage and grips the wire. His fist is taped, and kz is written across it. Blood starts to drip from his hand as he clenches the wire.**
You’re willing to do anything are you Chris? You’ll break my bones, torture me, bleed me dry? I believe it - I really do. But makes you think that’s a problem? I didn’t grow up like most people, Chris. Pain and violence weren’t things I battled, things I overcame. They were and are a part of me - as natural as breathing.
**Williams leans forward and starts to chew on the wire. Blood drips from his mouth, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he continues speaking around the wire.**
So bring your violence, your hatred, your resolve to prove yourself. As low as you sink, as far as you’re willing to go, I will always - always - do you one better.”
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 21:37:40 GMT -5
*Flyin' Hawaiians Locker Room*
There's a knock on the door and nothing happens for a moment. And then the knocking gets harder and faster and finally Aina makes his way over to the door and opens it. Before he can say anything, Firewoman is there and pushing a stroller into the locker room and shoving a Phoenix Rising knitted blanked into his hands.
Firewoman: These are for you and *sneers* her.
Alex puts his hand on Fire's shoulder and shakes his head.
Firewoman: *sighs* I'm sorry. If you're happy, then *looks at Alex* that's what matters. Congratulations.
Alexis pushes her way in from behind with a huge pile of boxes.
Alexis: Can you two move before I drop all these?
Fire and Alex step aside to allow Alexis to enter the room...
Aina: You guys didn't have to do this.
Alexander: No we didn't but we wanted to.
Kai: The Kai is happy to see all these presents, but Miss Lexie is telling The Kai that they are not for The Kai. The Kai is upset.
Alexander: Fire, go give Kai his present.
Firewoman: Are you sure?
Alexander: Oh, I'm sure.
Firewoman walks over to Kai and grabs Lexie's hand and motions for Kai to follow them into the other room. They close the door behind them and after a few seconds there's a lot of clicks, bangs, screams, and moans. As that continues Noelani walks over and joins Aina and Alex.
Noelani: I always knew you two were open, but this...
Alexander: It's not what you think...look.
They walk over towards the door and Alex opens it and we see Kai in just his wrestling trunks, Alexis in a sports bra and shorts while Fire is still completely dressed. And all three are standing on a Twister board.
Alexander: Okay, it's kinda what it sounded like. It was supposed to just be Twister. No idea how the stripping got involved.
Kai: The Kai is a master with words Alexander. The Kai tried to teach you in Japan, but *looks over at Fire* maybe you did learn.
Alexander: Right. Have fun.
Alex closes the door once again and turns to face Aina and Noelani and looks right at Noelani.
I never liked you.
Aina: Alex...be careful.
Noelani: No, let him.
Alexander: I didn't. I won't deny that. I thought you would be the downfall of one of the greatest tag teams I'd ever seen. I thought you would come between them and be a distraction. And not in the good way. And I watched you when you got here and I saw this team take more rides than a roller coaster and even you have to admit, some of that falls on your shoulder.
Noelani just nods...
BUT with that being said, the one thing I never did doubt with you was that you wanted what was best for Kai and Aina. I may not have agreed with your methods and we had issues but I think the fact is we did see the greatness in them.
Noelani: We did. I just wish the rest of this company saw it and treated them the same as they've treated the so-called greats this company has had.
Alexander: Be that as it may, that's the past. In the present, here's what I have to say to both of you...wedding/marriage or becoming a family...I'm not sure what you two have planned, but no matter what it is, it will change you. You'll look at things differently when it comes to the other. You'll want to be there physically even when you know you can't but you can always be there for each other on other levels. The truth is I always liked you Aina, I thought you had all the potential in the world to be a superstar, but you've always allowed Kai to be the focus of your team. You always seemed so serious like there was nothing enjoyable about what we do.
Aina: He is a bit more of a frontman. I like to keep it to business.
Alexander: Frontman or business, you have all the potential in the world and I still expect great things from you. But maybe those things will be as a father and not a wrestler. But whatever path you choose, support each other and allow yourself to find happiness and joy.
Noelani actually looks a little moved. It may be the hormones but she actually steps forward and hugs Alex. He looks a little shocked at first before returning the hug and the mics pick up a whisper...
Don't let him give up on this.
She nods as she steps back and Aina steps forward to shake Alexander's hand.
Aina: Friend, asshole, ally, opponent, bruddah...you've been them all to Kai and I, but to me you'll always be Ohana. I'll see you again in that ring Alex. Don't you worry about that.
Alex just nods and is about to open the door of mischief when a smile crosses his face.
Alexander: I almost forgot something.
Alex looks through the boxes of gifts and finds the one he is looking for and starts to open it.
Noelani: Isn't that our job?
Alexander: You can open the rest. I have to show you this one cause it's so cool. I got one for Mickie.
Alex opens the box and pulls out a pretty large mobile that has a picture of Alex in the middle and replicas of his championship belts as the pieces that spin.
Aina: My god, that will give the child nightmares. Hell, it might be give me some.
Alexander: What do you mean?
Alex spins it around and gets a giant smile on his own face.
It's awesome. Mickie loves hers. And I'm gonna be like an honorary uncle. Ohana, you just said.
Aina: But but but...
Noelani: It's very nice Alex. We'll be sure to hang it.
Aina: We will?
Alexander: I really need to get one of these for myself. Coolest thing ever.
Alex continues to spin it and laugh as we...
*Fade*
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Post by wyattcox on Jul 27, 2012 22:11:09 GMT -5
(The scene is the Frank Sinatra Suite in the Penthouse of the Riviera Hotel and Casino. The twins are in an adjacent penthouse suite, Mary Lou is packing an overnight bag? )
Wyatt: But Honey, that's just superstition.
Mary Lou: I don't care. This is the biggest day of my life and I don't want it to be spoiled by anything.
Wyatt: Look, the wedding is private, no one apart from the five of us will be there, how could anything go wrong?
Mary Lou: You've made enough enemies in this town and this company, anything could happen.
Wyatt: Fine, let's at least go out to dinner with the girls before you take off. Spend the night with the girls, OK.
Mary Lou: Why?
Wyatt: Call it my own superstition. I want you safe. The Wrestling Wedding curse and all.
Mary Lou: Yes, dear. Let's go, I'm hungry. Golden Steer?
Wyatt: What ever you want.
Mary Lou: Best beef I'll be having tonight.
Wyatt: Oh hush.
(Wyatt kisses Mary Lou, turns off the light, and as they leave the suite we see the message light blinking on the telephone as we....)
FADE
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