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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:02:50 GMT -5
It is very late at night...or early in the morning, take your pick. Firewoman is SITTING~! in a less-than-classy dive, a far cry from her earlier foray to the Shinto shrine. The pious whites are gone, and she's in more recognizable clothes: Jeans, plain grey v neck shirt, biker jacket. She's sitting at a table with an bottle of Jameson's and two shot glasses, full. A door opens and shuts and a person comes in and stands behind her. She almost imperceptibly tenses, but doesn't turn around.
FW: Got my message I see.
Voice: I'm pretty sure this is not endorsed by the esteemed Dr. Freedman.
FW: Not exactly.
The person that came in walks around to the other side of the table, and sits down.
MHJ: Unlike you to sit with your back to the door.
FW: Eh...
MHJ: *looking around* Also unlike you to be without your shadows of Japanese business men when we're here.
FW: I noticed that. Either the Inagawas called off the death warrant, or I'm no longer under Tsukasa-san's protection.
MHJ: And that doesn't have you worried?
FW: We're not here to talk about my past issues. We're here for--
MHJ: I don't see Little Alex here either. This can't be sparkling with him.
FW: ....
MHJ: Aaaaah, he doesn't know.
FW: He was sleeping.
MHJ: Tsk tsk tsk.
FW: Look, do you want to do this or not?
MHJ: Fine...
*Moose grabs a shot glass as does Fire.*
MHJ: So...you decided to remember him now.
FW: I didn't decide NOT to. Dammit, Jack, can we please not do this now. This isn't about me, or you.
MHJ: That's where you're wrong. This is TOTALLY about you. And me. And who we are. Or who you SHOULD be, if you weren't under the spell of the almighty Darlings.
FW: I'm outta here.
Fire goes to leave but Moose grabs her by the arm, pinning it to the table.
FW: Let. Go.
MHJ: Really. What are you going to do about it, Fire. See, the OLD Fire....she would have ripped my arm off by now. She wouldn't have stopped to give me an empty warning like that.
FW: Moose.
MHJ: The OLD Fire would have already taken a mouth full of whiskey and spit fire at me for daring to lay a hand on her. The OLD Fire wouldn't sneak out to see her one and only LIVING brother. The OLD Fire--
FW: Probably would be dead by now, if you must know.
Fire sits down, and Moose lets go of her arm.
MHJ: There it is.
FW: What?
MHJ: That look...it's barely there. You're not too far gone yet.
FW: Huh?
MHJ: Do you remember Patrick's funeral?
FW: What? No, not ... not yet. Not really. Lots of crying.
MHJ: Lots of drinking too. A right proper Irish wake it was. Then, Little Fire...little Lisa....she drew a picture for Patrick, and wanted to put it in his little coffin. So she walked slowly up, and right about the time she got to it, Father of the Year...Sean...grabbed her shoulder hard and yanked her back.
FW: Stop.
MHJ: She cried out, and everyone looked...I think it embarrassed her.
FW: Look, we're here to toast to--
MHJ: And he SCREAMED at her. In front of our friends and family. Told her it was her fault they were all here, and Jack's too.
FW: Please...just...stop.
MHJ: That's what Rose said, too. But he didn't stop. He just kept going. And you know what little Lisa did? Little four-year-old, confused about what exactly was going on Lisa? You know what she did?
FW: Jackie....don't.
Fire's eyes are filling with tears.
MHJ: Little Lisa QUINN...not Darling, QUINN...little Lisa QUINN stood up, and GLARED at him. She gave him the most defiant stare I'd ever seen from anyone before and maybe even since. She turned her back on him, and walked up to the coffin, turned to look at him again, daring him to do something. He was stunned. We all were. She turned and put the picture in the casket, and then walked up to him, still with that defiant look. No one was going to tell her what she could or could not do for her dead brother. The one she killed, even though she didn't understand it.
FW: ......then....then what happened?
MHJ: Then? Heh...Then, lovable happy-going Sean Quinn smacked the hell out of her. She flew across the room, but then got to her feet. You could see she wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. She refused to give him the satisfaction. At four years old.
FW: ....
MHJ: I went to you to see if you were okay, but you pushed me away. Sean bellowed to Rose to get us both out of there, as we were full of the Devil, blah blah blah...you know how he would go on. Everyone chalked it up to Sean's intense grief. No one did anything.
Firewoman glares through her tears at Moose...the same way she probably did then.
FW: I really hate you right now.
MHJ: GOOD!
FW: Huh?
MHJ: I see it, every once in while. You're still in there. If hating me means that's the only way to pull you away from this silliness then, so be it.
FW: Moose, we're done. We had our match.
MHJ: And I won.
FW: *batistalaugh* You won? You CHEATED. You punched me in the jaw with a closed fist, and the referee didn't see it. You proved that you can't beat me the right way. Everyone saw it, everyone knows I'm better than you. YOU know I'm better than you, so you decided to win the only way you could.
MHJ: I could beat you clean. I just needed to be with the real Firewoman. The one who stands up to a 30 year old man when she's only 4. Not the one who cowers on the floor from a tap on the jaw.
FW: Well, too bad. You had your chance, you couldn't do it. We're done.
Firewoman stands. Moose laughs
MHJ: Where you going? I thought we were going to drink to Patrick?
FW: Never mind. I wouldn't dishonor his memory by drinking with you right now. Maybe later.
MHJ: What memory? You don't have one, remember?
FW: And we're done. That match was a one-time-only. The "No Moose Clause" in my contract remains.
MHJ: Does it now. Well..we'll just see about that.
FW: It does, and you can do whatever you want, I'm not changing my mind.
Moose pauses mid whiskey sip, and smiles evilly.
MHJ: Really Fire? WHATEVER I want?
FW: I'm not letting you goad me back down this road. I've worked to hard to walk away. *she quickly drinks her shot.* Have a nice life, Moose.
Fire turns and storms out of the room. Moose slowly sips the rest of his whiskey, and smiles more.
MHJ: Hmm..whatever I want, eh?
FAAAAAAAAAADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:03:18 GMT -5
(Edra and Clio are in their bedroom listening to their new CD's when they see the INC wander through. They decide to chat with the camera)
Edra: [/i] Boy, for someone who spent a lot of time with us, Stan doesn't get us at all, does he?
Clio: [/i] He never got what was going on at all...
Edra: [/i] Daddy is in charge, and all, but we call the shots.
Clio: [/i] If it was up to Daddy, we'd be in grad school right now.
Edra: [/i] But we want to do this. We want to know what our family went through.
Clio: [/i] And we want Daddy to get the respect that he deserves. But we want something, too.
Edra: [/i] We learned when Steven attacked Clio how much we liked hurting people. I liked it, Clio really liked it. So we pushed Daddy hard to find us a way to get here.
Clio: [/i] He showed us how to wrestle, to beat people, but it wasn't enough.
Edra: [/i] When Mr Moose started teaching us, it was like it was something familiar, something we craved.
Clio: [/i] The wrestling part was fun, but when we learned how to hurt people, it was..wow, so intense. It was the most fun we've had.
Edra: [/i] Stan thinks we were sweet and innocent. Truth is, Stan, we're sweet, but we haven't been innocent in years. We got Daddy to bring us here, train us, and let us do what we do best! We inflict pain, which brings us pleasure.
Clio: [/i] Even...you-know-who...all our idea. Daddy never knew what happened until just before we went on the air. Funny, though, he didn't seem surprised.
Edra: [/i] Even funnier, she brought Daddy the only woman we could have ever approved of for his wife.
Clio: [/i] She's smart, smarter than we are. She gets into that investigative stuff like Daddy does. She's clever, sharp, and just as hot as we are.
Edra: [/i] Hotter, really.
Clio: [/i] Well, yeah, in that Parminder Nagra-Christina Milian kind of way...that Daddy loves...and so do we...Mmmmmm...
Edra: [/i] Too bad that the one that gave us Mary Lou gift wrapped had to get in the way of their wedding.
Clio: [/i] Don't worry, like Uncle Ned says, Revenge is a dish best served boiling hot, with the victim within...
Edra: [/i] And Mai...you're still welcome to join us, anytime. We've got a collar just for you...
Clio: [/i] And to ….well....she-who-must-not-be named, according to Daddy. I hope you were listening to our friends The Pierces...because by the time it's all over, well...
(The girls smile evilly, put their headphones back on as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:03:52 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back of the arena somewhere, a bottle of whiskey on the ground next to him, completely lost in thought. A shadow passes over him, and someone reaches down and grabs the bottle, appears to take a swig, then sits down next to him, we see that it is Clio>
Clio: You sit around lost in thought like that, and someone will get you
MHJ: Let them try
Clio: I saw you and Fire met up at the bar………didn’t exactly go well
MHJ: <drinking> Nah, went just fine, just like I thought it would
Clio: You two have a strange relationship
MHJ: Had. There is no more relationship there. All that’s left is seeing if my sister is still alive
Clio: It is going to get ridiculously violent, isn’t it?
MHJ: That’s the plan
<the two sit in silence for a minute, Moose continues to drink>
Clio: Did you ever think it would come to this? I mean what if Edra and I……….
MHJ: No, I wouldn’t worry about you and Edra. You know, everyone can say what they want about Wyatt, his methods may not be clear, but he has your best interest at heart. If nothing else, he is your sounding board, he is the one you can both go to. See, Lisa and I never had that. Once Patrick……..well, after that, you know the history. Things were settled with violence. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
Clio: Well……..Edra and I are there if you need us, you just say the word and we are in the fray in a second!
<Moose looks at Clio with a deadly serious look>
MHJ: No. You two stay away from it…….far away. I don’t want you to have anything to do with it unless there is absolutely no other choice
<Clio looks hurt and pouts a little>
MHJ: Are we clear?
Clio: Yeah. But I want that blood feud! I want to know what it feels like to be in that ring and destroy someone!
MHJ: <taking another big swig of whiskey> It is the greatest feeling in the world. There is nothing better
Clio: SEE! I want that!
MHJ: You can’t force it. That, and you two are too good. You can be champions, this kind of thing just wears on you. Lisa is right about one thing, I have had my share of injuries, she won’t admit it, but so has she because she is just as fucking stubborn as I am and she won’t back down from anything……..well, she wouldn’t.
Clio: I just want to know what it is like…….if it is like what I did in Kansas City……..
MHJ: Even better. But you see this? <Moose points to the scars on his face, arms and chest> They don’t heal. Broken bones heal, but they are never the same. Ever lose so much blood that they can’t get new blood in you fast enough trying to save your life? Teetering on the edge of life and death? Ever hit the floor so hard that it feels like you will never draw a breath again? Ever had your skin torn so deep that you can feel the barbed wires hitting bone?
Clio: <matter of factly> No. No I have not. But I know you have, and I know you wouldn’t change it for anything.
MHJ: Nope. I wouldn’t. <Moose takes another long drink and sits for a minute with his eyes closed as if thinking, without opening his eyes, he continues> Some people hunt for sport. They say it’s the thrill of the hunt. Knowing that you matched skills with a wild animal and you won, that you took their life. I think that is bullshit because hunters have a gun. In that ring, I am facing an animal that is not only my equal, but an animal that wants to hurt me. An animal that is so pissed off, it will do anything to hurt me. But I won’t let it. I destroy it before it can destroy me. The rush of hunting another human like that? Knowing that I can inflict so much pain that they will quit? Knowing that I made them suffer so much they couldn’t take it anymore? Knowing that I withstood the best they had, and it wasn’t good enough? ………..the blood running down my face, my body screaming for me to quit, to give in, to end the pain, and then something deep inside, something primordial something primeval forces me to go on, to be the hunter rather than the hunted. To hear all those idiot fans begging for my opponent to end me, and knowing that I am sending them all home disappointed……….there is nothing better in the world. Hearing their cries of disappointment, hearing the screams of my opponent, feeling their blood on my hands………it is the greatest thing in the world, I live for it, and I will die because of it. Once you get hooked on that, there is no going back. There is a line you have to be aware of, and you have to do your best to never cross that line because once you cross it, there is no going back. Ever. Lisa is going to find that out the hard way. She crossed that line, and now she is trying to live on the other side again, but she can’t. No amount of therapy in the world can bring you back. She is denying herself in the name of being something she is not……..I am going to drag her across that line again……….I am going to bring her home
Clio: <staring at Moose> I want to be there when that happens
MHJ: <smirking> No. Not right now. When Lisa crosses that line and Lisa Darling dies, and Firewoman is reborn, she will take out everything and everyone. There is no reason for you to be a victim, this is between us
Clio: You really have no fear of this do you?
MHJ: Nope. No matter what happens, it is what is supposed to happen.
<Clio gets to her feet and looks down at Moose>
Clio: I appreciate your time. I think you are right, it is not that we are all good, and there is evil inside us somewhere, we are all evil and for some, there may be some good. Edra and I are going to prove to the OOWF that we are not just some wannabe tag team. And if we have to bleed them dry to prove that? Then so be it.
Trust me
<Clio turns and walks off. Moose watches her go, then takes a swig of whiskey and looks at the INC>
MHJ: This week, Alexis Darling. What is it with you Darlings? You say you are done with me, that you want nothing to do with me, but there you are, always just to the side. Lexie, I nearly killed you once, I won’t hesitate for a second to do it again. Simply put, your life means nothing to me at all. And if destroying you a second time is what it takes to send the message to Lisa that I am not kidding? So be it. I told your brother the same thing, I hope he gets it, maybe he can explain it to you. I have nothing left to lose. Nothing. Can you really say the same thing? Think about it, because I already know the answer
And that is the truth Trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:04:11 GMT -5
*OOWF Arena*
It's a darkened room and a single, solitary light bulb turns on illuminating the face of Alexis Darling. She's sitting high enough to play with the cord and continues to turn the light on and off for a few moments as it changes color with each flick on and off. She finally jumps down off the chair with the light turned on green.
Alexis: Back in a land that hates me. Getting in the ring with a man who only knows hate. Knowing that the history between us is consumed with hate. But hate, hate's just one emotion in the spectrum. Just like there are many colors, there are many emotions to motivate a person. If Moose wants to be motivated by hate, that's his prerogative.
I was a hateful person for a long time. I say this not to take away from the pain that Jack and Lisa have been through but they're not alone in that pain. It's time for truth and that scares you Moose because once the truth is out there, you won't be able to hate us for the reasons you claim. You want to hate Alex, hate myself, hate Lisa...that's fine...but you will do it because of the people we are. The people we've become not because of the names attached to us.
So yes Jack, you and Lisa survived a tragedy. An accidental tragedy and it molded you into the people you are. Products of nurture, not nature as much as you'd like to claim the Quinns are built by hate. It's not true and you know it. If Patrick, god rest his soul, had survived you and Lisa would be pretty well-adjusted. And you can deny that all you want, but we know it's the truth. Just like nurture has molded who Alex and I are. That's not to say our nature, our name couldn't have molded us if life didn't get in the way, but life does get in the way Moose. Every single day, that which surrounds us effects us.
Alex and I are close. There's no use denying that. We're probably closer than society would approve of but thats what happens when your parents, the people you are supposed to trust more than anyone else in the world violate that trust. Your parents blamed you for what happened to your brother and my brother saved me and our sisters from our parents. It's not worth it to get into details, but just realize this, my brother is, has been, and always will be the most important person in my life.
He saved me when I needed saving. He protects me when I need protecting. And he's there for me every day without ever having been asked to be there. A year ago, I tried to be there for him when we went to battle with you and I failed him. I don't like failing Moose and I'm not going to make any promises about ending you or anything like that because we both know you won't end until someone kills that which fuels you. But what I will promise is this, I am not afraid of you anymore. I am not intimidated by your violence or your viciousness or your hate. I've been to hell Moose and I survived. Just like you did. We survived it as children, and we'll survive it as adults.
But tomorrow, maybe you'll finally realize that I'm much more than a Darling. I'm Alexis. The Ice Queen. The Manipulative Bitch. That's the name you need to remember. Because that's who's going to beat you tomorrow. Namaste, Moose. Because tomorrow, I'm done with you now and forever.
**Fade**
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:05:12 GMT -5
We come up in a random part of the arena. Dynamite Danny Taylor is walking slowly through the halls. He seems...tired. He just wanders aimlessly, and the INC follows. Eventually he finds himself passing by where Moosehead Jack is sitting. Danny pauses, and reaches down picking up the bottle and taking a swig. Moose snarls.
Moose: One of these days I'm ending your career.
Danny smirks, and points to the scars on his neck.
Moose: I'm busy now, but I always finish what I start.
Danny snorts and takes another swig before placing the bottle back down. Moose seems ready to say something else, but Danny turns and cuts on the nearby monitor, showing Alexis's last promo. Moose is immediately distracted, and Danny wanders off. Eventually he finds himself back at the Destroyatorium. It is darkened, shut down for the night. Danny cuts on a back light, and stops at a wall of photos showing various eras of Drink and Destroy's history. He eventually stops at one showing him Lobo and Jack celebrating a trios win. He let's out a long sigh.
Voice From behind: You miss them don't you.
Danny turns and sees Ashley standing there. Danny nods slightly, and Ashley comes over and gives him a friendly shove.
Ashley: When Jack went down, you and Lobo fought on. Lobo may be gone now, but me, Spence, Vic, we are still here, and as long as you keep fighting, we will keep standing by your side. We are here for you, thick or thin. Ghosthead will learn that the hard way tomorrow, now go get some sleep, you look like you could use it.
Danny smiles a genuine smile, and places a hand gently on her shoulder before heading off. Ashley stands alone for a moment, before Victor appears in frame approaching from a table he was sitting at in the darkness.
DVD: Nice speech, how much of it do you actually believe.
Ashley: I don't know. It seems like every time someone feels the need to make a statement, we end up the victims. (she locks eyes with Vic at this point) How much longer can we truly last alone?
DVD: (a look of both sadness and confusion crossing his face) I don't know babe, I really don't know.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:05:41 GMT -5
<Bill and Justin are riding Drunkey and Drunkette down the halls. They are both wearing Revolutionary War era coats (who knows where they got them in Japan) and Bill is wearing an old Colonial style hat. Justin is carrying a lantern, the modern day Paul Revere. Bill seems to enjoy this and begins to sing>
Now here’s a little story, I’ve got to tell About two bad mothers, y’all know real well It started way back right chere on tv With Drunkey, Justin Sane and me, Awesome B
Justin Sane on a donkey, dressed as Paul Revere Got my PCPL in a bottle right chere Ridin down the halls, drinkin alcohol Selena’s always yellin, but I cannot hear her call
Banned From Everywhere is who we be Simply known to y’all as the BFE The Brits have tried to attack with a baseball bat One Doughawk for them all, and that is that While lookin for some girls, I ran into this guy He said Gay For Pay ain’t right, I said really, but why?
He told me this here story, about which’n is the worst Told me that them people was evil, they is all livin cursed My likker in my hand, as words fell from his lips “it’s a choice of course, they all should die, their life’s not worth a flip” He said, “Pray to kingdome come” I said “don’t go there son” You had your bit of fun But now your time is done Justin slapped chicken boy right upside the head We knocked him down to the ground and this is what we said
“Now my name is Justin Sane, and this here’s Awesome Bill I think you know you’re full of shit, we’ve heard your words and all had our fill Now what do we have here, a homophobe in fear You ain’t welcome son, you understand, we’ve made ourselves clear” He got up and started runnin, I had a pint he had a grin Them boys from Gay For Pay’s about to get done in
“Now I got the ‘Hawk he got the brew You boys got two choices of what you can do It’s not a tough decision as you can see You can quit right now, or we can pin you 1,2,3” ‘Bout that time GFP came around the corner But they didn’t do what we thought that they oughta They balled up they fists, and hit us like that They knocked me down on to the ground and stompified my hat Now its two on one, which just ain’t no damn fun But BFE stood they ground, these colors they don't run “Justin Sane, is my name the Doughawk is my game you boys messed up and you're about to feel some pain” He climbed on top of Drunkey and he hit his spot Them boys was runnin’ but from behind they’s caught Them boys was sweatin, like they’s on far Like a shot of party likker from a mason jar Throbbingrod hit me with a chair and said “you like this, kid?” I really didn’t, but I think he thought I did I fell to the floor, my head all bloody Cockthrust stuck money in his shorts, I think it was a twenty He did a little shimmy, and right before my eyes He yelled “We’re the Brits, and we like to pound guys!” My eyebrows went up, and I done thought for sure That bein British wasn’t what it once had meant before “We’re Gay For Pay and we get respect Tag titles around our waist is what we expect” Justin jumped to his feet, and he's our ace I grabbed Longfellow and I headbutted him in the face That ol boy was out, his fightin done stopped Cockthrust tried to run, but he done got dropped Justin kicked ol Peter, and knocked him cold “We want the titles, we want the gold”
<the song finished, they round the corner where they stop when they see Ellie May From Elijay>
EMFE: What are you two doing?
ABFD: The British is comin
EMFE: What?
JS: We passed their locker room, and all we kept hearing was how they were coming
<Ellie May turns their attention to a monitor and we see a promo by Gay For Pay>
PT: There has been a nasty rumor that Gay For Pay are somehow……..fops. People think we are gay!
SC: Well we ARE! We are HAPPY to be paid! Getting paid is almost as good as winning titles!
RS: And when we win gold, we are not going to stop at just the tag titles! We are three of the most accomplished wrestlers in the world! We will have so much gold…….it will be like a golden shower of titles!
PT: So, Banned From Everywhere, remember this, we are COMING for you!
RS: We are COMING for all the champions in the OOWF
SC: We are COMING for your titles, but most of all, we are COMING to give you two a pounding!
<Ellie May turns off the monitor and looks at Justin and Bill>
ABFD: Well hell…….so, they IS comin’
JS: They comin’ for Drunkette too?
EMFE: No! Look…….just………come with me, and don’t ever sing again. We need to beat them into submission this week, I have a plan
ABFD: Outdamnstandener than hell
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:09:56 GMT -5
*fade-in to what appears to be a really filthy alleyway near the Choshi Arena. We see two familiar faces, getting drunk and high*
Eric *slurred* You know, I remember when we used to actually have real talent that held championships. And now Chris Evans is the World Champ. What the hell happened?
Shawn *slurred*: Ah shut up and pass the beer. I'm not touching any of that Chink brew that they serve here.
EOM: You mean Sake?
S: Its Chink brew, I call it what it is!
EOM: *sigh* Whatever you say. *under breath* Racist bitch.
S: What'd you call me?
EOM: Nothing.
S: Yeah, thats what I thought, former rich boy.
EOM: Hey, I can get my money back anytime I damn well please.
S: Yeah sure, and I could go back to gymnastics anything I want.
EOM: Well, yeah, you could.
S: Fuck you.
Voice: Yeah, you wish you still had a chance to do that, Shawn.
*the camera pans up to see Chris Evans standing there, World title over his shoulder*
E: And you, Eric. You wish you even had a job.
EOM: Why don't you try saying that to my face, Evans?
Evans: You know, I'd say it to your face, but I'm not stooping down to your level. And besides, it smells like piss and cheap beer.
S: I ain't drinking no Chink brew!
E: Yeah, I see you've still got your sparkling personality. And speaking of sparkling, I've actually got gold right here. You know what gold is, right Shawn? It was what those medals of yours were made of, before you pawned them off for drugs and alcohol.
And you Eric, wow, how much difference a year makes, huh? Last year, you were leading me and Folz around as your BKK lackeys. And now, I'm the World champ, sleeping with models in 5-star hotels, while you're stuck sleeping in your own filth, sleeping with, well, her I guess.
S: Eat a dick, Evans.
E: Heh, the both of you are pathetic. Both of you broke away from me, thought I was worthless, that I was a nobody. Well, karma's a bitch, ain't it?
*Evans knees Eric in the face, knocking him unconscious. Shawn then goes towards the alley wall, cowering in fear. Evans goes up to her, towering over her. He leans over, watching her as she turns away from him. He mockingly blows her a kiss*
E: See you around, sweetheart.
*Evans leaves as Shawn is still cowering and weeping, and Eric is still unconscious*
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:27:02 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster is deep in thought when Stank walks in.
Stank: Do you have any coffee?
AA: Huh? Wha? Coffee? No, why?
Stank: Just making sure.
AA: I’m still trying to figure out who the Masked Assassins are. I called Jody Hamilton yesterday, and he’s in Georgia. Not Japan. Tom Renesto may as well be dead, as far as Wikipedia is concerned. Randy Colley just barked at me, and Hercules Hernandez won’t return my calls.
Stank: I just don’t even know what to say.
AA: I have to find out who these guys are!
Stank: Have you ever thought it might just be two jobbers because the bookers haven’t signed any big names?
AA: Like how The Black Scorpion became Ric Flair?
RF: Wooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! Black Scorpion!!!! Ole Anderson!!! Clueless booking!!!! Worse than Shockmaster!!!!!!
Stank: Shouldn’t you be more concerned about Johnny and Francis lurking around, and apparently having issues with us?
AA: Who?
Stank: Adrenaline! Capslock! Our former tag team partners?
AA: Oh, are we doing that angle again? Where The Chickenshit Heels and Drink & Destroy split up and formed opposing tag teams, only to have Johnny and I swerve you guys? For like the third time? I can’t believe you guys kept falling for that stuff.
Stank: The booker made us do it.
AA: Oh, don’t blame the booker. We outsmarted you. (AA turns his back to Stank and points to his head. Because that’s what wrestlers do.)
Stank: Why did you just turn your back to me and point to your head?
AA: Because that’s what wrestlers do? It’s kind of a reflex action. Watch. Say something smart.
Stank: Quantum mechanics (also known as quantum physics or quantum theory) is a branch of physics dealing with physical phenomena where the action is on the order of the Planck constant. Quantum mechanics departs from classical mechanics primarily at the quantum realm of atomic and subatomic length scales. QM provides a mathematical description of much of the dual particle-like and wave-like behavior and interactions of energy and matter.
Stank then turns his back to AA and points to his head.
Stank: Huh. I didn’t know I did that.
AA: Happens all the time. Watch this.
AA walks into the Hallway of Random Encounters. Chris Evans and LD Williams are having a heated discussion.
AA: Hey, Evans, say something smart!
CE: Neurosurgery (or neurological surgery) is the medical specialty concerned with the prevention, diagnosis, treatment, and rehabilitation of disorders which affect any portion of the nervous system including the brain, spinal cord, peripheral nerves, and extra-cranial cerebrovascular system.
Evans turns his back to LD Williams and points to his head. Evans then turns back to Williams, who promptly clotheslines him to the ground.
AA: And that’s usually Step 2 of the “point to the head theory.”
Stank: What did this have to do with our match against The Masked Assassins at Midweek Mayhem this Wednesday in Choshi, Japan (cheap pop!)?
AA: Not much. But I figured I had to promo because I haven’t done so in the past couple of weeks. Been busy watching the Olympics.
Stank: I know. Me too. Did you see Misty May-Trayner and Kerri Walsh Jennings last night?
AA: Hell yeah! They’re hot!
Stank: Not as hot as Lolo Jones.
AA: Kerri!
Stank: Lolo!
AA: Kerri!
Stank: Lolo!
AA: Kerri!
Stank: Lolo!
AA: Kerri!
Stank: Lolo!
CE (having picked himself up from the LD Williams clothesline): You guys are idiots.
Evans turns his back to Stank and AA, and points to his head. So AA and Stank attack him. Because that’s how wrestling works.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:27:29 GMT -5
Shannon - I'm going to ask you a question. Jared - Ask. Shannon - Are you okay with it? Jared - With? Shannon - Ending Lobo's career. Jared - Shannon - Jared - It needed to be done. Shannon - You don't honestly think Mutoh will let you back in because of this? Jared - I didn't do it for him. Shannon - Jared. Jared - I DIDN'T! Shannon - Then why? Mutoh said you had to destroy your greatest adversary in order- Jared - Lobo was NOT my greatest adversary. Shannon - If not him, who? Jared - Who do you think? Shannon - ... ... not...? Jared - THAT is why we left. Shannon - I... you never told me... you let me think it was because you were defending my honor... something I never asked you to do. Jared - Shannon - Could you tell the cab driver to turn left at the next intersection. *Jared speaks Japanese to the cab driver who acknowledges the request.* Shannon - Did you tell Lucas? Jared - No. Shannon - Jared - Shannon - You big fight you got in with the dojo... Jared - I instigated it. Shannon - Jared - I had to in order for them to save face. Shannon - I hated them. Jared - You probably should have. There was much to hate. Shannon - But not for the reason I did. Jared - Forget Mutoh and his dojo. They're in the past. Shannon - Yet Ghosthead remains. Jared - Ghosthead remains, yes. Are you sure we're going the right way? Shannon - These are the directions your son gave me. Jared - Tori is a child, wife. Shannon - He's your son and he wants you to see this place we're going to so... Jared - Ah... that must be it. * The cab drives up to a narrow path. A moment later, Jared pays the driver then exits the vehicle to join his wife, who waits for him at the beginning of the path, as the cab drives away. Jared looks uneasy as he stares at what lies at the end of the pathway.* Shannon - It's beautiful. Jared - It's... *Jared's words are cutoff by the sudden appearance of a white and blue robbed figure midway down the path. His face is painted white with red characters in kanji written on both cheeks, similar to how Jared does it when he is in full on Ghosthead mode. Jared removes his dark shades and slowly walks toward the figure.* Jared - Wait here. Shannon - The HELL I will. Jared - Wife, that was not a request. Shannon - Jared.. *Jared turns and faces his wife, laying both his hands on her shoulders. The look in his eyes silences Shannon. She reluctantly agrees to wait. Jared turns back toward the figure and cautiously approaches. As he nears the person looks up from the path directly into the eyes of Jared. Jared is close enough now to read the kanji on the man's face which apparently continue up along the man's bald head. The words alarm Jared. The man speaks in Japanese. Jared answers in english.* Jared - I will not walk this path. *The man answers in Japanese.* Jared - I don't believe you. *The man answers in Japanese.* Jared - ... ... very well... allow me to inform my wife. *Jared does an about face and walks over to his wife.* Shannon - What the hell is going on? Jared - You sure Tori told us to come here? Shannon - It was his voice on the phone. Jared - Shannon - What? Jared - I might be awhile. Shannon - This was only supposed to be a sight seeing thing... what's going on? Who is that guy? Jared - You can't trust anything you see here, my love. Shannon - What? Jared - No matter what you see... you can't trust it. Shannon - Jared you promised me. Jared - Ghosthead remains, wife. Shannon - Jared - Shannon - You have a match tonight. I trust this won't take that long? Jared - Shannon - Right. Well if it's all the same to you, I'll wait here. Jared - It is not the same. I want you where I can see you. Shannon - I'm not going in there with you after what you just told me. *Jared looks over at the robbed man, then yells something in Japanese. The robbed figure simply nods.* Jared - Okay. You should be safe, but just in case, I want you to get on your cellphone call... call... call Lucas and tell him to meet you here. Shannon - Why Lucas? Jared - Because he's the only person in this country, other than myself, that I can trust with your safety, despite how I might feel about him. Shannon - Now you're scaring me. Jared - Just do as I say. *Jared leaves his wife and approaches the man. Once he's close enough Ghosthead speaks.* Ghost - I don't know who you think you are, but you will NOT alter my choice.*The man answers in Japanese.* Ghost - I am the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell. I have no business being here.*The man answers in English with a heavy accent.* The fact you says that... only reinforces the demand that you must be here. Ghost - Who set this up?*The man smiles ever so slightly before answering.* God. *Ghosthead laughs.* Ghost - The only god I serve is atrocity, practiced through combat.Practiced through malevolence. Ghost - Malevolence is a precision tool, priest.What makes you think I'm a priest? Ghost - You said it yourself. You can not trust anything you see here. *Jared was pretty sure he was out of earshot when he said those words to his wife. He looks at the man. The larger characters on his face translate to "Life Blood." Jared studies the man's passive expression. It irritates him.* Ghost - Just show me whatever it is you want to me to see, kami. I do not have all day.Now you think me a spirit. Ghost - I will think you a mound of broken flesh at my feet, if you delay us much longer.Very well. Follow me. *The man turns and walks toward the shrine. Ghosthead follows, but is surprised they do not enter. Instead they walk around back where they are met by this sight.* Ghost - What am I supposed to be looking at?*The water turns blood red as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:27:56 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in a garden outside of the arena, in lotus position, trying to meditate. Alexander walks up quietly, not because he thinks he could possibly sneak up on her, but because startling someone out of a meditation is just not a safe thing to do. Instead of serenity, her face is all scrunched up, like she's trying too hard.
FW: You can come over, it's not working anyway.
AD: *he sits down next to her* Well, that's okay. There's some last minute things, I need to go over with you about Texpress and--
FW: Again? Alex, we've been over every inch of Zane and Chad....hehehehe....well, Chad anyway....And by we I mean.....hehehehehehe
Fire giggles at her little joke....Alex just scowls until she composes herself.
FW: Sorry.
AD: Maybe if someone didn't take little midnight walks to bars she shouldn't be at to see people she shouldn't she'd be taking this a little bit more seriously.
Fire goes from silly to angry in about .2 seconds.
FW: Maybe if people didn't get distracted in a match we wouldn't be in this position.
AD: ...
FW: ...
AD: Anyway...Zane is the tough one to figure out, cos he's got a poker face. So you need to not pay attention to his eyes, cos they won't tell you. But I think I figured out his tell, if you look at this picture, I've got it circled....then this one....and then this one....
Fire absentmindedly looks at all the pictures, nodding where she's supposed to. While they're talking Chad and Zane actually walk up to join the, and then Chad sits down on the ground next to them.
CM: Cool! Meditation time! I always liked this.
FW: You didn't meditate. You stared at my--
CM: You meditate your way, I meditate my way.
ZM: Get up.
CM: No way...*he pulls Zane down, and now they're all sitting in a circle.* This is awesome! A perfect way to get ready to put on Match of the Night! Whatcha got there Alex?
AD: Nothing. We should get goin--
CM: Say, wanna make this a bit more interesting?
ZM: The two best teams in the OOWF? How could it get more interesting?
FW: You want to make another bet?
CM: Suuuuuuuuuuure. Let' say....
AD: NO.
FW: Huh?
AD: We are NOT doing that. Not another cutesy bet with the two of you.
CM: Aw, man.
FW: This doesn't concern you, we can bet if we--
ZM: I gotta agree with Alex on this one.
CM: Seriously?
FW: I knew he didn't like me.
ZM: That's not why. We have a packed house. We have the tag titles on the line. Alex....you aren't well liked here.
AD: That's putting it mildly.
ZM: But we are. And your wife there is. So instead of sulking about it, go out there to put on the best tag team match of your life, and turn the crowd around.
CM: Yeah!
FW: Wait....
AD: You think we AREN'T going to go out there and tear the house down with you?
ZM: Well, you've had a few...new things to deal with lately and--
CM: See, I thought a bet would be a good thing to focus on and--
ZM/AD: NO BETS!
CM/FW: Fine.
FW: Look, Luscious, we are READY for you and we're READY to take those championships back. You just be ready to try and hold on to them.
Zane frowns at Fire's nickname for him.
CM: Oh, we are. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that.
FW: Wow, patronizing much?
CM: I said you were pretty!
AD: Can you for like one minute stop flirting with my wife?
ZM: DAMMIT ENOUGH!
All three turn and look at Zane, shocked.
ZM: This is ridiculous. We don't need feuds based on flirting or bets, or cheap potshots. We are better than that. We have 101 tag team wins. You guys are Grand Slam Six Pack Champions, and I have no doubt that one day, yeah, maybe tonight, you'll have these championships back. So cut the silliness and let's put on the best OOWF Tag Team Championship match ever.
All four of them look at each other. Finally, Chad puts his hand in the center.
CM: You know who's missing. So let's do this....for DAVIN!
Fire puts hers in next.
FW: DAVIN!
Zane puts his in, and Alex hesitates a bit longer, and finally does.
AD: Fine, for Davin.
ZM: And......BREAK!
They do. And then they all stand and go into the arena.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:28:40 GMT -5
*Stank is driving. Sitting next to him is his brother. Shannon sits in the back. They are about 5 miles from the arena. It's been nothing but 45 minutes of silence amongst them since Stank picked them up from the shrine... until now.*
Stank - What the fuck is your problem?
Jared - Shut it.
Stank - Who the fuck you talking to, Red?
Jared - Lu.
Stank - No don't fucking Lu me. Who leaves their wife abandoned by the side of the road?
Jared - She was hardly by the side of the road, Lu.
Stank - What the fuck were y'all doing there anyway? Who was that clown in the robe?
Jared - I couldn't tell you even if I thought you would understand. Which you don't. You never will.
Stank - Try me.
Jared -
Stank -
Jared -
Stank - Seriously? Fine. I'll shut up.
*About a mile out, Jared motions for Stank to pull over which he does.*
Jared - I'll walk the rest of the way. Look out for Shannon will you?
Stank - Where are you going?
Jared - About my business, brother.
*Jared exits the car and walks away. Stank looks in his rearview mirror at Shannon.*
Stank - You going with him?
Shannon - Clearly I'm not.
*Stank drives off continuing ahead toward the arena.*
Stank - I don't get your husband.
Shannon -
Stank - What, cat got your tongue, too?
Shannon - No. I just have nothing to say.
Stank - I have such a lovely family.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:29:08 GMT -5
<Stank storms into the arena and kicks things around and generally destroys whatever he can find to destroy. When he is finished, he notices Moose sitting there watching him with an amused look. Without a word between them, Stank walks over, Moose hands him a beer, Stank downs it and Moose hands him another. Stank still paces around muttering, it finally builds up and……>
Sta: THE most pigheaded…….stubborn individual I have EVER met
<Moose looks at him and raises an eyebrow>
Sta: Fine. The SECOND most pigheaded and stubborn individual I have ever met
MHJ: That’s better.
<Stank drains his beer and shatters the bottle against the wall, then sits down heavily near Moose and puts his head in his hands. Moose silently hands him another beer, but Stank doesn’t drink it just yet>
Sta: All I want is to get into that ring and win. That’s it. I don’t want to be my brother’s keeper. I don’t want to be a savior. I just want to do my thing.
MHJ: So, do it.
Sta: It’s not that easy Jack. He is family, it’s……….complicated
<Moose just stares at Stank>
Sta: Ok, so fine, YOU understand it. I don’t want to head down the same road you and Fire are headed
MHJ: It’s only as complicated as you make it Stank. He’s a grown man. You either deal with it, or you stay away from it, its really that simple
Sta: Like the way you are dealing with Fire?
MHJ: Sometimes there is only one language people understand. Neither of us will ever admit we are wrong, so unless everyone wants to hear endless bickering between the two of us for the rest of our careers, this is how it has to be
Sta: Listen to what you are saying! You are saying you and Fire have to beat one another nearly to death to prove that you still love one another? That you are still family?
MHJ: Basically, yes
Sta: That’s insane
MHJ: Look, its just who we are. It’s not for everyone. Lexie said that we like to believe that we are built by hate, but it somehow isn’t true. If Patrick hadn’t died, we would be well-adjusted. The fact is, Patrick DID die. And yeah, maybe…….MAYBE…..if he hadn’t we would have turned out differently, but once he passed…….hate was the only emotion that family showed. We learned to thrive on that. We learned to use that to our advantage. You may not understand it, but that is how it is. There is no “if Patrick hadn’t died” he’s dead, and nothing can ever change that.
<Stank just sits and stares at Moose for a minute>
Sta: You hate them because you lost Patrick.
MHJ: <looking slightly uncomfortable> That may be one of the reasons I guess. I hate them for that, I hate them for what they are. I hate them for what they pretend to be. I just hate them, and there is nothing in the world I can imagine that will ever make me not hate them. At this point, I don’t care if they are afraid of me or not. I don’t care what they think. I have proven that I am better than both of them. Alex had his chance at Blood Pond, Lexie had her chance at Dance of Death, and they both came up short. So, at this point, it doesn’t matter about fear or not, all that matters is that I am better than they are, that is greater than fear.
Sta: And beating Fire will make you better than her, and that will end it?
MHJ: It’s more than that. Fire thinks she is better than me, and I am going to prove that wrong. But there is more to it than that, as I have said, I have to know if Lisa Quinn is still alive
Sta: You know, I hate the Darlings almost as much as you do, but why? She is happy with where she is, why the need to prove anything?
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:29:27 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is backstage preparing, now moments away from defending his Intercontinetal Championship against former champion, Ricky Soaring Eagle. Expectedly, a reporter approaches.
R: Rabbit Mask, last week you were able...
RM: Yes, I was able to drop the great Alexander Darling on his head. While he's wrapped himself up in whatever soap opera drama bullshit he's currently involved in, I've been steadily dropping my opponents on their heads, week after week, with nothing to distract me from it. You might say that's why Alex seemed a bit off last week, why I was able to spike and pin him so effortlessly. Because he's trying to be a wrestler, but instead of focusing on wrestling, he's focusing on people. Which brings me to my opponent tonight, Ricky Soaring Eagle. His focus is on inflicting pain. I'm interested to see how exactly he plans to maim me when his spine no longer supports his body.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:29:54 GMT -5
(The scene is the dressing room of Power and Glory. Edra is getting focused while Clio appears a little downhearted as Wyatt enters)
Wyatt: [/i] OK, let's start...Clio, what's wrong.
Edra: [/i] Her bat buddy told her she had to sit on the sidelines in his war with his sister.
Wyatt: [/i] He's right, you know.
Clio: [/i] But Daddy...
Wyatt: [/i] Look, I know how you feel, but our battle is with the Holy Spirit Squad, not with Moose's sister. Our time will come. Sooner, rather than later. He's right about something else, too.
Edra: [/i] What, Dad...
Wyatt: [/i] You two want blood, want to destroy. That takes time, too. Right now, keep your eye on the prize. You two want titles, first. Get those tag titles, Intercontinental, Onslaught – that one is hard, pure wrestling – and then the big one. And then, you prove it. The two of you are as good as Moose's sister ever could be. The time for blood will come. The time for war will come. Right now, it's about winning. And after our little stunt this week, Stan and Mai aren't going to be happy...
(Edra nods, but Clio is lost in thought...)
Clio: [/i] Daddy, you won the International Title five times, right?
Wyatt: [/i] Yes, sweetheart.
Clio: [/i] And that didn't keep Beth from dying, did it...
Edra: [/i] CLIO!
Wyatt: (Wyatt's expression turns sad at the thought, then determined) [/i] No, dear, it didn't. But we have time. Our time will be here soon. Right now, focus on winning tonight. The rest will come. Let's go...
(The scene shifts to just before bell time and Power and Glory's pre-match ceremony. A single candle lit in the dressing room of Power and Glory. Edra and Clio are dressed and appear to be in a trance. We hear Wyatt speaking to them.)
This is your moment. This is your time. Today is the day that we prove that Power and Glory are for not just pretty faces, not just wrestling machines, but a force to be reckoned with, capable of inflicting pain and destruction beyond what anyone imagines. Stay focused, stay refreshed. When the bell rings, Stan and Mai are not your friends, but obstacles in the way of your future. They are the enemy. Remain intense, remain focused. Do whatever it takes to win. Listen for my voice, my direction. Follow the directions. Protect yourselves, protect each other, and be prepared to unleash the demon within you at my direction.
When I count backwards from five, you will awaken, focused on the flame, totally refreshed, relaxed, and confident in your abilities. Edra, Clio, you will be filled with the Power and Glory that our weeks of training have brought out. No fear, just faith. Above all, stay safe and above all keep the demon at the ready should we need him. And may God have mercy on your opponent's souls.
Five, you are beginning to stir, feeling alive as you never have. Four, your eyes are beginning to open, looking out onto a grand new stage. Three, you are filled with renewed energy, faith, and enthusiasm. Two, you find yourself reawakening more and more. And one, fully awake, refreshed, and ready to face the next challenge in your life.
Showtime.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:30:23 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Choshi, Japan
MATT FOLZ vs. THE KAI
Folz starts out talking some trash, and Kai slaps the taste out of his mouth. Kai sends him in into the ropes for a back handspring elbow. Folz counters with a German release suplex. Kai avoids a standard suplex and DDT’s Folz to the mat. He runs the ropes for a People’s Elbow, but Folz pops up and catches him in an overhead release belly to belly suplex. Folz drops a knee and begins to ground Kai, going from an armbar to ankle lock to a cross-face. Kai reaches the ropes and gets a semi-clean break. Kai head butts Folz out of the blue and stuns him, and Kai goes to work with a spine buster and a twisting springboard senton splash. Kai drops a middle rope leg across Folz chest and gets a 2 count. Folz leg whips Kai as he gets to his feet. MF tries to lock in a cloverleaf, but Kai kicks him back into the corner. Kai tries a Stinger Splash, but Folz connects with a knee and bulldogs him out of the corner. Folz begins the Garvin Stomp (A real one, not the shitty Randy Orton version). Folz pulls him up for a Exploder Suplex and a Middle Rope Elbow, Bert Hart style. Matt goes for the STF, but cannot lock it in before Kai reaches the ropes. Kai gets in a gut shot and another DDT on Folz. Kai lifts him onto his shoulders, perhaps ready for a GTS, but as he does, Folz, legs catch the referee and send him to the mat, Kai slacks his grip and Folz slides down behind him. The Kai spots the official, and Folz crouches low behind him LOW BLOW! Kai writhes in pain as the ref starts to come around. Folz quickly rolls him up, grabs the tights and even gets a little leverage help from his feet on the ropes, all totally out of the referee’s viewpoint as he pounds out the 1…..2…..3! WINNER; in 8:35; Matt Folz
STANK & ATTITUDE ADJUSTER vs. THE MASKED ASSASSINS
The Masked Assassins, one rather tall and one much shorter stand ready as Stank and AA make theior way to the ring. They hit the ring and go right after the Assassins, Stank just straight up punching the taller one repeatedly in the face and AA kicking the shorter on in the nuts and stomping on him over and over. The referee has his hands full here. AA rolls the shorter MA (let’s call him #1) to the floo and climbs on to the apron. We get a bell, but instead of letting up, Stank continues the assault on MA#2. He tosses him across the ring and avalanches him in the other corner. He hits a huge powerslam and tags in AA. Alan pokes #2 in the eyes and chops him back into the corner. AA hip tosses him to the mat, then grabs an armbar. He yells out “Come on Baby,” which pops the crowd but doesn’t seem to bother his opponent at all. #2 works his way to his feet and backs into his own corner. He tags in #1, who grabs AA and bell to backs him to the mat. #1 pulls him up for what looks suspiciously like an Adrenaline Rush. AA Blocks the move and hits the Attitude Adjustment out of nowhere! 1…..2…..3~ WINNERS; in 4:12; Stank & Attitude Adjuster!
Stank comes in to celebrate, when THREE MORE masked men rush the ring! They toss both MA’s to the floor and begin beating and stomping on Stank & AA! One of the lifts AA up and power bombs him over the ropes to the floor! The other two have Stank in a bad way, taking turns smashing him in the face with brass knuckles. Stank slumps to the mat and he gets kicked by all three for a few moments They raise their arms together then two of them reaches and yanks off their masks at the same time. IT’S JOHNNY ADRENALINE and FF CAPSLOCK!! The third man remains masked and security has flooded the area to escort the three of them off the property.
HOLY SPIRIT SQUAD vs. POWER & GLORY
Mai starts out with Glory, and we get a nice bit of chain wrestling to start out. Headlock, armbar, reversal. Headlock, hammerlock, standing switch, belly to back suplex. Mai gets to her feet first and hits an enziguri. She drags Glory to her corner and tags in Stan. He kicks Glory, doubling her over and hits a gut buster over his knee. He whips her into the ropes for a running clothesline, but she ducks, rebounds, and hits a flying forearm. Stan staggers back, giving her the chance to tag in power. She goes right at Stan, backing him up and then trying to scoop him up for a slam. Bad idea, as Stan shifts his weight and Power is on the mat pinned. She kicks out at 1, but Stan has her by the hair as she gets up. He scoops her up and hits a fall away slam. He tags Mai, who is quickly to the top rope and lets fly with a Swanton Bomb! She covers for 2 before Glory can break it up. Stan clears her out and Mai hits Power with a back cracker. She looks for the End is Here, but Power sweeps the legs and ties her up in a Sharpshooter. Mai struggles to the ropes, but Wyatt pulls the rope away from Mai, keeping her from getting the break. Stan sees this and drops down to deal with Wyatt, who is running around the ring and drops the Halliburton. Glory grabs it, and crouches down to ambush Stan; but as Stan runs by, he gut shots her and hits Glory with it instead! Wyatt runs to her aid and Stan climbs back up to the ring, where Mai has finally gotten back to her feet. She makes the tag and Stan drops the case on the apron. He and Power trade punches back and forth. Wyatt jumps back on the apron to grab the briefcase, and Stan knocks him off. He then turns around and catches Power with the Back Cut Slam! He drags Power to the HSS corner and tags Mai, and they hit the DIVINE RETRIBUTION! 1…..2…..3! WINNERS; in 11:43; Holy Spirit Squad!
BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE vs. GAY FOR PAY
Stanley Cockthrust, Peter Throbbingrod, and Buck Stiffrod make their way to the ring. They perform some pre-match ass slapping, to the delight of almost no one. BFE ride to the ring on their fine steeds, and share their Pine Cone Party Likker with the crowd. We get a bell, and it looks like Peter is Lucky Pierre tonight and drops off the apron to be the team’s towel boy. At the bell, Justin screams and charges Buck. BS staggers back and Justin chops his chest red. Probably not the first time that’s happened. BS tosses Justin off and hits a Thesz Press. He mounts Justin and begins pounding away on him. Buck’s burst doesn’t last long, as Justin is able to roll him off and get to his feet. He has Buck on his knees and unleashes a Shining Wizard that leaves Buck wasted. He tags in Bill, who hurls BS into the GFP corner and Stanley enters the ring. He is greeted with a couple of stiff … punches and a bionic elbow from Bill. Bill sends him into the ropes and swings wildly at Stanley, who ducks and springs off with a body press. Bill rolls through it and is on his feet in a flash, Pulling SC up for the DIRTY BIRD! Bill looks over at Justin and calls for the DOUGHAWK! Justin hops in and as he goes to hit the move.. THE LIGHTS GO OUT! Quickly, the back-up lights come on and we see Drunkey has been chewing through some wires! Stanley is out cold. Bill goes to the top rope. FREEBIRD!1…..2…..3! WINNERS; in 5:12; Banned From Everywhere!
GHOSTHEAD vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. COMRADE SHARKOFF– OOWF Onslaught Title Match
All 3 make their entrances and at the bell we get that weird standoff that three way matches can get. Sharkoff jumps Danny, and Ghost pulls him off, only to beat on DDT himself. GH belly to bellies Danny to the mat, only to have Sharkoff drop a leg across his neck. Danny levels CS and fights back with Ghosthead. He gets in an uppercut and takes GH down with an armbar. GH stretches for the ropes and Sharkoff stomps on his hands, then puts the boots to Danny. Ghosthead wriggles free and flips CS over the top rope. DDT grabs Ghost and hits a Double-under hook Suplex and a running knee strike as GH tries to get up. Danny whips GH into the ropes for a strong spine buster and covers for a 2 count. Sharkoff drags Danny off before the 3 count and slides in to trade punches with DDT. Ghosthead recovers and goes at Danny, who backdrops him out of the ring. Sharkoff hits a suplex on Danny and goes for the Bear Hug. Danny rings his bell and breaks the hold. He shoots CS into the ropes and power slams him. He pulls CS up and sets up the Dynamite Drop, when GH pulls his foot from the floor, sending both men to the mat. GH tosses CS into the corner through the ropes and he bangs his shoulder on the ring post and tumbles out. Ghost hits Danny with a German Suplex and bridges for a 2 count. Danny kicks out, but GH has him beat to his feet and snaps off a hurricanrana. Danny tumbles to the corner, and GH jumps up and looks like he wants to hit the Spectre’s Fall, but Sharkoff is on the apron and pushes him off to the floor. Sharkoff and Danny begin a slugfest as the crowd Boo’s and Yea’s along. Danny gets the upper hand finally and hits a sit out gordbuster on CS. Danny puts CS in position for the Dynamite Drop, but as he bends over to grip him, Ghosthead slingshots over the ropes and hits DDT with a Sunset Flip! 1.....2…..3! Danny kicks out a millisecond too late! WINNER; in 12:11; Ghosthead!
<Just as we are about to go to the next match, the arena goes dark. The OOTron flickers, then turns to static. After a few seconds, three masked men appear. Their voices are concealed so we have no idea who they are>
Masked Guy 1: Who we are is not important right now. What we want everyone to know, is that we are here. We are here among all of you. Now, does that mean we are in the crowd, or are we in the back. You won't know until we want you to know. As for right now.........
<there is a loud bang, and the arena is cast into near total darkness except for the emergency lights. The crowd begins to panic a bit and security struggles to keep them from stampeding>
Masked Guy 2: That bang you heard was the main generator for the arena. <we hear a second bang> There goes the backup. We figure this ought to delay your show by a few hours. And don't bother trying to find us, by the time you get here, we will be long gone
<the OOTron goes to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 9, 2012 11:31:09 GMT -5
<the lights come back on and we cut to Russ and Razz standing at ringside with live mics> Russ: Ladies and Gentlemen we apologize for that heinous act. I don't know who the masked men are, or what point they were trying to prove, but there is one thing I know, you cannot stop the OOWF! Razz: I am sure those cats will be dealt with in due time. I just wonder, I mean, there are so many ways to make a point, why do it by ruining the evening for so many people? Russ: Enough about them, we have had a great card so far, and the best is yet to come Razz: Let's head to the ring!MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. ALEXIS DARLINGAs the bell rings, Moose bull rushes Alexis, pinning her in the corner and pummeling her on the back as she crouches down trying to protect herself. The referee wedges himself in between them, but Moose reaches around him and goozles Alexis, choking her as hard as he can. She manages to break his grip and gets him in the sternum with an elbow. She whips him across the ring, and catches him off the ropes with a Hot Shot. Alexis dropkicks him as he recoils, and Moose tumbles to the floor. Alexis crouches and beckons Moose to return to the ring. Moose holds his throat and spits up at Alexis, snarling the entire time. He slides back in and circles around her. Alexis keeps beckoning him, but Moose doesn’t bite. Both feign attacking a couple of times and the official keeps calling for them to lock up. Finally, Moose locks up with her and takes her down with a headlock. Alexis head scissors out of it almost immediately, and squeezes Moose’s throat between her knees. Moose powers up and Alexis monkey flips him over. Moose lands on his feet and catches her with a DDT as she got back up. He mounts her on the mat and slaps her across the face a few times, then grabs her hair and lifts her head to punches it repeatedly. The referee calls for him to stop. He does, and then grabs her again and does the same thing. Moose scoops her up for a slam, and then a pile driver. He quickly locks in the Ji-Endo and has her dead to rights in the middle of the ring. Alexis does not quit, but shows signs of fading when the crowd begins to buzz. Moose looks up and Firewoman is halfway down the ramp, striding quickly towards the ring. Moose drops Alexis and leans over the ropes to yell at his sister. Firewoman never makes eye contact with him, and has pulled out her Zippo. She begins lighting and closing it repeatedly. Moose snarls and turns back to AD. He pulls her to her feet and whips her hard into the corner. She dodges his spear and catches him as he staggers out with a Lung Blower! Lexie waits for Moose to get to his feet, then grabs him from behind and hits a HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX dropping Moose right on his head. Moose kicks out a second two late as Lexie gets the three count and a measure of retribution. WINNER; in 9:41; Alexis Darling TEXPRESS vs. PHOENIX RISING – OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchWe both team’s full entrances and we get ready for action. Alex and Chad start us off. Alex outwrestles Chad to start with, flipping him over head with a Northern lights suplex. Chad pops out of it and arm drags Alex and they both kip up and hit simultaneous clotheslines. Alex crawls to his corner just a touch faster and Fire gets the tag. She dives across and cuts Chad off, then hits him with a springboard Firesault. She pulls him up and decks him with a left, then hits a overhead release belly to belly suplex. She keeps the pressure on, with a baseball slide dropkick and a handstand on the ropes momentum kick to the gut. She sends him into the ropes for a back handspring elbow, and connects, but Chad falls back into his corner and Zane tags in. She goes right after Zane too, but gets caught in a tile-a-whirl slam and he stretches her into an Indian Death Lock. Zane has Fire tied up, the referee leaning in to ask Fire if she wants to continue, and Chad is slumped in the corner catching his breath. No one sees Moosehead Jack crawl over the barricade and yank Alex off the apron, hitting his head on the way down. Moose pins him to the concrete and punches him a few times, then pulls Alex up, PACKAGE PILEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR! Alex is laid out, and Moose rolls him partway under the ring before slinking back through the crowd, Fire has gotten back to her feet and catches Zane with a knee lift. She turns to tag, but finds no Alex. Zane grabs her and plants her with a Michinoku Driver. He whips her into the ropes and catches her full with a Big Boot. Fire hits the mat hard and Zane tags Chad in. Chad waits for her to get to her feet then snaps off a Super kick, but Fire catches it and Dragon Screw Leg ships him to the mat. She applies a surfboard and is calling for the Firestomp, when she looks around and still, no Alex. Chad uses her momentary hesitation to break the hold and drill her with several successive dropkicks. He tags in Zane and they send Fire into the ropes again DOUBLE DROPKICK. Zane covers and we get 1…..2…..3! WINNERS; in 13:18; Texpress! After the bell, Fire drops to the floor and sees where Alex is. Chad and Zane join her in helping him to the back. RABBIT MASK vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE –OOWF Intercontinental Title Match (Danny Taylor Special Referee)Ricky Soaring Eagle comes out first, to deafening boos. The crowd is not happy with his recent forays into vivisection. They boo and throw trash. RSE no sells most of it, just glaring. Rabbit Mask comes out to more than a few cheers, although his behavior lately hasn't been all that facy. Still, he hasn't hacked a live animal to pieces lately, so that gives him the edge with the crowd. Suddenly, Dynamite Danny Taylor's music hits, and he comes out in a referee shirt. He's going to be the special referee, and I wonder how he's going to call it? Eh, he's a good guy, so probably right down the middle. He gets the belt from Rabbit, does the required showing off of the belt and we're off. Ding. Ding. RSE and Rabbit Mask stalk each other a bit before finally locking up for the opening exchange. Ricky's size advantage has Rabbit starting off on the defense for most of the opening moments, countering more than attacking. Rabbit tries to get something going and runs the ropes, but Ricky counters with a fallaway slam. He lets loose with a few quick stomps and then pounces on Rabbit, getting him into a headlock. He cranks down hard on it, and then uses that to bring both of them to their feet, reversing into a DDT. He makes the pin but Rabbit kicks out. Ricky doesn't seem to think Danny is counting properly and turns to tell him so. Danny shrugs, and Rabbit takes the opportunity to kip up. RSE turns back to his opponent, and walks right into a BIG RABBIT FOOT! He knocks RSE out of the ring. Rabbit waits as RSE gets to his feet on the outside and then hits the far ropes to dive under the middle rope, crashing into RSE first, and then the barricade. Crowd erupts into an 'U-SAG-I' chant. Rabbit gets to his feet first, and grabs RSE, trying to get him up for some sort of head drop on to the floor! He gets almost there, but RSE wriggles free and shoves Rabbit Mask into the ring post. Danny has been counting and at about 7, RSE rolls back in and then out to start the count again. RSE throws Rabbit into the steps...or would have, had Rabbit not reversed. RSE crashes into the steps. Rabbit mask grabs his hair, and uses that to move RSE into the ring, drawing a warning from Danny. Rabbit follows climbing the ropes, but RSE is close enough that he can grab a rope and makes Rabbit lose his balance. Rabbit falls into the ring, and RSE hurries over to twist Rabbit around into the Cactus Thorn, but Rabbit grabs the ropes. Danny tries to count, but of course you can't hear him, so he taps RSE on the shoulder. RSE releases Rabbit but only to turn on Danny and yell at him. Rabbit takes the opportunity to restart what he was doing and climb to the top rope, and then flying with a missile drop kick. Except RSE dodges and catches Rabbit mid-air, and starts to maneuver around for Return to Earth. Rabbit knows he's in trouble and hits a low blow! RSE crumples, doubled over, Rabbit falls awkwardly, but it isn't a pile driver so he's fine. Danny sees the low blow and calls for the bell. WINNER by disqualification in 16:11 – Ricky Soaring Eagle CHRIS EVANS vs. LD WILLIAMS – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchLD Williams comes out to lots of love. Chris Evans comes out, playing the smarmy heel role to the hilt. He's got some local beauty contest winner or something on his arm, and sends her to the back, an appreciative tap on her butt as she goes. Nice. The two meet in the ring, nose to nose, and the referee can't even get through the showing of the belt bit before Evans starts trash talking. We can't hear what he's saying, but first LD just smirks, then grows serious. Then, Evans crosses a line and LD responds with a big shove. Evans shoves back, and a few more shoves and then we get into a full out brawl. They trade punches and those are real ones, too, folks. The referee doesn't want to get in the middle, but he finally does, warns both parties, and they back off. We get the start of an actual wrestling match for real, with tests of strength and armdrags into hammer locks. Evans starts to run the ropes with LD doing all the right moves, but then he grabs Evans and whips him hard into the ring post. He follows in with a big splash, and then grabs him around the head for a quick DDT. LD goes for a pin, and Evans kicks out quick, punctuated with a slap to LD's face. LD does not like this. Not one bit. LD grabs Evans by the hair and snapmares him over. He gets Evans into a chinlock, but Evans rolls him over into an armbar, standing and putting a foot in LD's shoulder. LD reaches for the ropes, and tries to counter, but Evans is able to adjust. Right before LD's arm gets pulled out of the socket, Evans throws it to the mat and stomps on it a few times, before going to the ropes and springing out with a leg drop onto the shoulder and another arm lock. LD has had enough though and reaches over with a few open handed strikes to Evans face. Evans backs off, and LD gets to his feet, trying to get the feeling back into his arm. But he's got another arm, and as Evans charges him, LD pulls the ropes down sending Evans to the floor. LD follows him out and the two exchange blows on the outside, and they are pretty stiff. Evans dodges and grabs LD around the waist, driving him back first into the ring post. LD feels every vertebra hit the steel, as Evans drives him into the post again. And a third time. And a fou--NOPE! LD is able to dodge and Evans eats ring post, splitting his lip and his eyebrow. Blood starts to pour, and both men pause...smile....and go for it. They exchange more punches outside the ring. LD throws Evans into the corner and then follows in with a big clothesline that doesn't quite send him over into the crowd though. Since that doesn't seem to work, LD instead goes for a big kick to the gut, and sets Evans up for the Canadian Destroyer on the outside. Evans counters and gets free, sending LD into the stairs. Now LD is bleeding. The referee is trying to count, but neither man is bothering to listen. They punch, they pull each other into knees to the gut, they smack, they back hand, they do all sorts of things all around the ring, bleeding more and more, and finally the referee has had enough and calls for the bell. WINNER – No Contest in 22:22 Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF Judgment Eve 8 August 25th Live! From Tokyo, Japan. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem! August 15th, Live! From Saika, Japan See something you like? Post it here in the 2012 Awards Reminder Thread For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts For all your OOWF History needs, visit the OOWF Archives at www.oowfwrestling.com Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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