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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:27:44 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Monominto, Manitoba
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Danny Taylor vs. Matt Folz
Best of Seven Series - Match Six: 60 Minute Iron Person Submission Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Firewoman
The Darlings & The Kai vs. Power & Glory & Ghosthead
Stank & LD Williams vs. Chris Evans & Ricky Soaring Eagle
Chad Madison vs. Mai Muyo
Stan Fulton vs. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville
Justin Sane vs. Zane Myers
Rabbit Mask vs. Comrade Sharkoff
Card subject to King Troll
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:28:29 GMT -5
(Wyatt, Mary Lou, and Kate are discussing the twins victory over the Darlings)
Kate:[/i] I just showed her that Asiatic Spike once, now look at her.
Wyatt:[/i] She's that way. An absolute sponge.
Mary Lou:[/i] They're amazing like that. And a lot of other ways too.
Wyatt:[/i] Now, dear.
Mary Lou:[/i] I mean the way they got us together, silly.
Wyatt:[/i] Oh, well they get their way just about all the time, you know.
(There is a knock, if you can call it that as the door nearly buckes, at the door of the suites. Kate goes to answer and opens, then slams the door.)
Wyatt:[/i] What is it, Kate?
Kate:[/i] Some weird freak is out there.
(Wyatt walks over and opens the door to see Ghosthead standing there.)
Wyatt:[/i] Oh, Mr Mann. How can I help you.
Ghost: Your offspring and I do battle this week against the Darlings and the Kai.[/i]
Wyatt:[/i] Really? Great! Let's touch base after we get to Monominto and we can plan some strategies for winning.
Ghost: There will be no need.[/i]
Wyatt:[/i] Just call and we'll...whaddaya mean no need?
Ghost: The only strategy that will be needed is for your offspring to stay out of my way. [/i]
Wyatt:[/i] Now wait a minute, Minstrel boy, these two...
Ghost: You will also stay out of the way. [/i]
Wyatt:[/i] This is a team. That means we all work together.
Ghost: Ghosthead works with no one. [/i]
Wyatt:[/i] Look, Whitey, this is not the time for....
(Ghosthead picks up Wyatt by the neck and goozles him against the wall.)
Ghost: This is not up for discussion. Keep your offspring out of my way during the match. I do not wish to inadvertently injure them. [/i]
(The twins take that moment to step into the room and Kate and the twins work to get between them.)
Edra:[/i] I don't know what your damage is, but you have ten seconds to vanish, Ghost.
Clio:[/i] Let go of my father. Now.
(Ghosthead drops Wyatt and backs out of the room.)
Ghost: Until Wednesday. [/i]
(The door closes behind Ghost...with no one touching it.)
Edra:[/i] What was that all about?
Kate:[/i] Your dad had a disagreement with your partner for next week.
Clio:[/i] We're teaming with him? Ewww...
Mary Lou:[/i] I think Ghosthead shares that opinion. He warned you two to stay out of his way.
Edra:[/i] Oh no he didn't.
Clio:[/i] I think he needs a little Twin power on him.
Wyatt:[/i] (picking himself up) Ladies, let's get packed up and have some dinner before you consider that. I'm not liking this match already.
Edra:[/i] Ghost and us against who?
Kate:[/i] The Darlings and The Kai!
Clio:[/i] Ugh, the strudel meister....
Wyatt:[/i] I know, we smell what he's...surfing....let's go.
(The family goes about packing things away as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:29:17 GMT -5
<Clio and Edra head to their room to pack their things. Edra goes about packing, but Clio glances out the door, then grabs Edra's arm and pulls her out of the room> Edra: What are you doing? Clio: come on, we have to go somewhere Edra: Well I am sure Dad would be happy to...... Clio: No......we need to do this without him Edra: He doesn't like that Clio: He will be fine, come on <the scene cuts to Moose lying in an Assinobia hospital room. His breathing is labored and he wheezes when he breathes. A doctor is standing there looking over a clipboard> Doc: Possible punctured lung, several fractures, concussion, bruised back muscles, numerous lacerations.......I have seen people in car wrecks with less injuries, what the hell do you people do? MHJ: It's nothing Doc: It's a lot more than nothing. Right now, I wouldn't clear you to watch tv, let alone wrestle MHJ: You can not clear me all you want, we've already signed waivers, I have an Iron Man match next week Doc: A what? MHJ: 60 minute Iron Man match, submissions only. Guaranteed to go an hour Doc: You can barely walk now MHJ: I'll be fine by then Doc: Do you know what happens if a rib breaks free and punctures your heart? MHJ: People get weepy on a message board until some asshole comes in and makes a comment they don't like? Doc: What? MHJ: Never mind Doc: Instant death. That's what happens MHJ: Well.......that is better than lingering now isn't it? Doc: This is not a joke MHJ: And I am not joking <just then Clio and Edra walk into the room, the Doctor looks at them, then excuses himself> MHJ: The spike. Nice touch Clio: I picked it up recently. Thought it would come in handy. How are you feeling? MHJ: I feel great Edra: <who had been staring with her mouth open> How can you say that? You have to be in crazy pain! MHJ: I am. But I know Fire is too, so it's all worth it Clio: You called her Fire MHJ: <smirking> Must be the pain meds Clio: That was an incredible match. I plan a lot of the same for the Darlings <Edra just shoots her a look. Moose laughs, then winces in pain> MHJ: Did you hear what the doctor said just before you got here? Clio: No MHJ: Said I have fractured ribs. If one breaks free and punctures my heart, I am dead before I hit the ground <Edra looks on in horror, Clio's demeanor changes slightly> MHJ: And even knowing that, I am not going to stop Edra: WHY? MHJ: Because this is the path I was meant to go down. I have no choice Clio: <getting a stubborn look on her face> Neither do we MHJ: Bullshit. Clio: <pacing around and kicking a chair> Why does everyone want us to be what we're not? Is that not what you are fighting Fire for? Because she is something she is not? MHJ: <painfully sitting up in bed a little> Listen, more than anyone on the planet, I understand hating the Darlings. Hate is good. But channel it, know when to use it. You know what Eco used to say, "work smarter, not harder" If you go out there and just try to destroy the Darlings, you are going to end up here. There is nothing to like about them, but they are tough bastards who will not quit. You can beat them, but you have to beat them at their own game. Out wrestle them, don't try to out bleed them <Edra looks down and it seems to be sinking in to her> Clio: If I told you that with Fire, you wouldn't listen MHJ: No, I wouldn't. But I am stubborn. You are smarter than that Clio: But I..... Edra: Clio......come on, I think it's time we get back, if dad knows we are gone without telling him, he will worry Clio: But I...... Edra: <firmly, but without anger> Now. Moose, I hope you are feeling better soon. As always, thank you for your advice <Edra tugs on Clio's arm and they leave the room without another word. Moose settles back on the bed and winces in pain and we fade> |
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:29:54 GMT -5
Alex comes into the other hospital room, after speaking with the doctor.
FW: You look like hell...good thing you're in a hospital....hahahahaha.....
AD: Good meds?
FW: The BEST.
AD: *amused* Okay...you know, I'm getting tired of seeing you in these places.
FW: I'm getting tired of being in these places. Remind me to tell Stank sorry about the knee. Ow.
AD: Okay. You should sleep.
FW: Should. But I can't. Ya know why?
AD: Why.
FW: Because I WON.
AD: You still have two more.
FW: That's right. I do. But I've gotten to him. I GOT him.
AD: You have two more matches.
FW: I do. *she counts with her fingers* One...TWOOOOOOmuthafuckah.
AD: Okay, you're fading. Close your eyes.
FW: Don't leave. I hate hospitals.
AD: I know. Not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up.
Fire nods and closes her eyes and is soon asleep.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:30:19 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask is sitting alone backstage, on a chair positioned in a corner, looking outward. His head is down, his eyes staring holes through his palms. A reporter approaches, breaking his concentration.
RM: Stop, before you start at anything. Nothing that's on your mind can equate to even the most brief and insignificant thought to ever cross mine. You and everything you're involved in, every quarter-decent idea you've ever half-processed and called a whole, and everyone your competent-to-you but less convincing to the most substantial mind has ever made a purpose to remember, knowingly or not, are irrelevant, glaringly, along with every other nothing this physical framework is a home to. Time passing and decreasing the moments until my own only increases the clarity of this and the fate which accompanies it. My soul is diversifying, readying alleviation of this hominal binding. How nominal is beside me. Now you know enough, though you know nothing, to suspect anything. I can assure you of one thing... it's something.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:31:02 GMT -5
FADE in backstage at Assinobia, Saskatchewan. After just checking the runsheet for next week, Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo are walking out to their rental car.
They run into Awesome Bill From Dawsonville and Justin Sane who are BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE.
MM: “I love how Voiceover Guy does that.”
SF: “He is a professional.”
Thanks, guys.
ABFD: “Whee haw! Rev’rend Stan and Your Muyo. What a match tonight!”
JS: “Can I ...”
Stan hands Justin twenty bucks.
SF: “That should keep us for a couple days.”
JS: “Thanks, Reverend Stan.”
SF: “Bless you, my son.”
Justin bows his head ... and nearly pokes Mai’s eyes out with his ‘hawk.
JS: “You don’t have to tell them everything, Voiceover Guy.”
It’s what I do. My thang, yo.
MM: “Voice dude?”
Yes?
MM: “Don’t do that again.”
Sorry.
SF: “So, Bill. Did you see the lineup for next week?”
ABFD: “Not yet. I was packin’ up my still and all. Why? Who do I get rassle?”
SF: “Me.”
ABFD: “Outdamnstandener then hell.”
SF: “I say we make it a NASCAR match.”
ABFD: “Hot damn! I love it. How’s that work?”
SF: “Helmets, HANS devices, gas cans, etc. in the ring. Street fight rules. Winner has to put his opponent through the driver’s side window opening of a race car.”
Bill dances around in glee.
ABFD: “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Let’s do it.”
SF: “I’ll talk to Selena and see if it can’t be arranged. Meanwhile, Mai and I are flying back to the States tonight. We’re not going to be far from Winnipeg next week and that’s a hop, skip and a jump away from my hometown. Care to join us in Minnesota?”
JS: “Sure. What are we gonna do?”
MM: “Dinner at the local restaurants. Sightseeing. Stan’s going to show me around Duluth.”
SF: “Leaves are changing up north already. Beautiful this time of year. It’s a very calming, peaceful place. And with the business we’re in, having some down time is required.”
JS: “Very spiritual, Stan. I know now why you were called. ‘Our own life has to be our message.’ You know your message now, Stan.”
SF: “Since when did you know Thich Nhat Hanh? He’s one of the people I look up to.”
JS: “I’m more than just a Doughawk, Stan.”
This is getting weird.
ABFD: “You’re not just whistlin’ ‘Dixie’, voiceover dude.”
Bill shakes like he’s shaking off the oddness of the moment.
ABFD: “Thanks for the offer, Rev’rend Stan, I have to prepare Justin for his match this week against one of dem Cowboys. Good luck against the other one, Your Muyo.”
MM: “Thanks, Bill. You and Stan be careful next week.”
ABFD: “Aw, shucks, ma’am. We will.”
The two teams shake hands and go their separate ways. When Stan and Mai get to their rental car, a 2012 BMW X3 crossover, there’s a note stuck in the windshield wiper. Stan picks it up and reads aloud to Mai.
SF: “’Hello, Stan. Congratulations on the win against Texpress and BFE. Looks like Mai did all the work. As usual. She’s the real victim in this. Having to carry your fat ass all the time. She should be made a saint. Your days are numbered, tubby. You’re going to make it through Hell on Earth, but I’m going to fire your huge ass on a pay-per-view if it’s the last thing I do. – The OOWF ‘Consultant’.
“How nice. Now he’s stalking me.”
MM: “Stan, this is serious. You should go to the Police.”
SF: “He hasn’t done anything illegal, Mai. He’s not threatening me. He’s saying he’s going to get me fired.”
Fulton crumples up the paper and tosses it not on the ground, but in the back seat. Because littering is bad.
SF: “Thank you Voiceover Guy. We’ll see you when we land.”
MM: “Buh bye, Voice Dude!
SF: *sigh*
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:31:50 GMT -5
(The family is enjoying a sunrise ceremony in Monominto.) (As Mary Lou and Kate walk toward the car, Wyatt holds the girls close.)Wyatt:[/i] Hold that beauty in your heart girls, the darkness is coming. Clio:[/i] I know. I can hardly wait. Wyatt:[/i] You know, Clio, Moose is right. It was wrestling that won the match last night, not violence. Clio:[/i] But Dad... Wyatt:[/i] Feel the energy, the beauty of that sunrise. How it invigorates you, refreshes you. Edra:[/i] (Sighs) It does, it really does. Wyatt:[/i] Use that energy, use the light to focus the darkness. Clio:[/i] But the darkness is strong. Wyatt:[/i] Look at that sunrise. Is the darkness stronger than that? Edra:[/i] No, no it's not. Wyatt:[/i] The light and the darkness. One cannot totally exist without the other. Use that. I don't want to have to bury another Neal. Especially one of you. Clio:[/i] But Moose... Wyatt:[/i] Moose is on a different path. You two fight on as the new generation of Destruction. You wrestle, you fight when you need to, and win however you have to. For your mom, for Beth, for Moose... Edra:[/i] And for you, dad. You made all this possible. Wyatt:[/i] Just keep it to wrestling, unless there's not another way. I need you healthy. (Wyatt touches Clio's bandage and kisses it.)Wyatt:[/i] We'll take good care of this so that when all this is past us, there won't be a nasty mark. Clio:[/i] I dunno, dad. It's kinda like Mater and his dents. It reminds me of a special time. However this ends, there are parts I'll never forget. This will remind me of the good...and the bad. Wyatt:[/i] Whatever you want, Clio. Just don't do anything you'll regret. So far, things have gone well. (Wyatt and the twins walk back to the car, arm in arm. Mary Lou walks up to the trio and hugs them and Wyatt and Mary Lou kiss.)Mary Lou:[/i] Are we all refreshed? Wyatt:[/i] In more ways than you know. Let's head in to Winnipeg. The leather worker who's going to redo the old belt has moved there. Wyatt gestures to the old belt in the back of the vehicle)  Kate:[/i] I can understand why. Not much here. Wyatt:[/i] Just some old cemeteries. Firewoman will be right at home here. Kate:[/i] It reminds me of a very old Flint Hills. Wyatt:[/i] A whole lot flatter than Kansas here, though. Hard to believe. Edra:[/i] Have you thought about what we're going to do this week? Wyatt:[/i] Just practice our usual routine unless Mr Mann decides he wants to work with us. Maybe take some extra time off. Clio:[/i] Makes sense, dad. Maybe some dinner and dancing while we're in Winnipeg? Wyatt:[/i] That sounds like a good idea. Let's get on the road (The family piles into their rental car as we...)FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:32:37 GMT -5
Aisha and The Kai are walking in the back heading towards their locker room, when Dashing Victor Deniro comes around calling for them. They stop as Vic catches up.
DVD: Not that I am ungrateful for the save tonight, but I have to ask why? It’s not exactly like we have the best of History with each other.
Aisha: Your friend Danny has a warrior’s spirit. He faced odds he knew he could not overcome, he did not deserve what was happening to him. Thus we decided to even the odds.
Kai: Plus The Kai saw how you ran out there to help your bro knowing that you where outsized and outclassed. That took Cajones, and The Kai realized that The Kai would have done the same if it was his bro out there.
DVD: Even after all the violence between our two groups?
Kai: To be fair, The Kai never had a problem with you, but his bro listened to the words of that reef scum Noelani…
DVD: And I know firsthand how manipulative she can be. (he turns to Aisha) What about you? Your father was not exactly a friend to us.
Aisha: I am not my father. I respect him, but I make my own path. (she scowls a little for this next line) And I most certainly am not Noelani.
DVD: No, I’m guessing you aren’t. Look, I have a long memory, I tend not to forget when people have done wrong to those I care about.
The Kai goes to say something, but Vic holds up a hand stopping him.
DVD: But I don’t forget those who have helped us either. What you did tonight, it doesn’t change all of the concerns I have about either of you, but it’s a good first step. If either of you ever needs a drink, the Destroyatorium is open to.
Kai: The Kai will keep that in mind.
Vic and Aisha lock eyes, and she nods gently at him. Vic nods back and then turns to go find Danny as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:33:28 GMT -5
Justin Sane and Awesome Bill enter the Banned From Everywhere locker room and see Ellie Mae struggling to keep Drunkey and Drunkette from eating the various ferns in the room.
Bill: Hey Ellie, which of them Cowboys is my buddy Justin facing this week.
Ellie: (giving up on the donkeys) It’s Justin/Zane.
Both Justin and Bill just stare waiting for her to continue. Moments pass, and then Bill starts randomly punching at the air.
Bill: Well blast woman, are you gonna tell us or not!
Ellie: I just did, It’s Justin/Zane.
Justin: I’m Justin Sane
Ellie: I know that.
Justin: (looking confused) I have to fight myself……that’s deep.
Ellie: No, Zane Meyers.
Justin: The guy from SNL?
Ellie: That’s Seth Meyers.
Bill: The man what done created the family guy?
Ellie: That’s Seth McFarlane.
Justin: Which Cowboy is he?
Ellie: He’s not a cowboy.
Justin: They why do I have to fight him.
Ellie: (getting frustrated) You don’t, the match is Justin/Zane.
Both Bill and Justin stare at Ellie waiting for her to continue. Ellie takes a deep breath and looks like she is counting backwards from ten.
Ellie: Chad Madison, you are facing Chad Madison.
Bill: Which Cowboy is he?
Justin: I think he’s the tall one.
Bill: I know just how to train for this one. We will find a Cowboys greatest enemy, and pick a fight with him. And do you know who a Cowboys greatest enemy is?
Justin: (without pausing) Tony Romo
Bill: (thinks about it) Okay, do you know who a Cowboys second greatest enemy is?
Justin: (again without pausing) A Russian.
Bill: Hell son, I was gonna say an Injun, but you might be right.
Justin: I think Shark Dracula might be Russian.
Bill: Hot damn, then let’s go pick us a fight.
Justin: (his face lighting up) Awesome, we can win my belt back from him.
Bill: If he has your belt, how are you holding up your pants?
Justin: Clothespins
Bill: Outdamnstander’n hell son
With that Bill and Justin leave, as Ellie Mae, Drunky and Drunkette all let out a long sigh.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:34:13 GMT -5
*Ghosthead is roaming the halls of the OOWF arena carrying his Onslaught Championship belt. He slows to a stop in front of his dressing room door which stands slightly ajar. Ghosthead slowly opens the door to find his wife, Shannon sitting on a couch at the far side of the room. Ghosthead enters then closes the door behind him.*
Shannon - They want me to interview you.
Ghost - What?
Shannon - It's an OOWF tradition that occasionally the girlfriend, or spouse of OOWF talent, conducts an interview serving as their mic stand basically.
Ghost - I have yet to become accustomed to the conventions of this organization.
Shannon - I think you've done pretty good so far, shall we?
Ghost - If you must.
*Shannon picks up the mic lying next to her, rises to her feet and walks over to Ghosthead with her first question.*
Shannon - You have now held the Onslaught Championship for a little over four months making you the longest reigning Onslaught Champion in this company's history. What do you think of your reign so far in a division many think doesn't suit your style?
Ghost - And what style is that, wife? My skill is undeniable. The art of the so called "pure" wrestler... I excel in this division because I redefine that art to fit me. I am the tamer not the tamed. This division is but a showcase of one aspect of my ability. My rivals fail because they misunderstand the threat. By the time they realize their peril it is too late. The Spectre falls or their essence is consumed by the Phantasm. I thrive on the atrocity of their defeat. I relish the ruin I have inflicted upon them. I must say the OOWF has not lacked for competition for me to defeat.
Shannon - Speaking of competition, your next match has you teamed with Power & Glory against The Darling twins and The Kai. If Aisha shows up maybe I should be ringside.
Ghost - If you wish, but you know what that entails.
Shannon - You won't even know I'm there Jared.
Ghost - ...
Shannon - Sorry... Ghosthead... ... .. Anyway, what are your thoughts on this three person tag match?
Ghost - Before I address my opponents I would again caution my tag-team partners. First Mr. Cox, I am the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell. My brother is Mr. Mann. You will address me as Ghosthead, not Whitey, or Minstrel boy. Failure to recognize this will result in your receiving a broken limb without preamble. Should that threat not sway you believe me when I say the alternative will. As for your offspring, while capable, I do not have the patience to watch them stumble their way blindly, as they navigate the darkness they seek to embellish. All I ask is that they do their jobs and stay out of my way as I do mine. I have no doubt that together we can defeat our opponents, but only if your offspring are focused on the task at hand.
Which brings me to our opponents. The Darling twins have a rich history with my brother, but I am an entirely different foe. I recognize the test you two pose. The disciples of the legendary Poe were talked about much within my former dojo. You two and The Kai as former disciples of Poe, I relish any opportunity to showcase my art against Poe's own. Though I suspect that you are all different creatures than the ones talked about among my old circle. I wonder just how much of Poe's influence still reigns within your souls even as you denounce your former master? It is my hope that there will be much blood, that the canvas is painted in crimson despair, that the sounds of your agony find harmony with the noise of rage... then you too will know... just like everyone else... my wrath.. my fury.. my ruin.
Shannon - Okay I think that covers it. Thank you.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:35:47 GMT -5
We come up and see Firewoman walking down the hall heading towards catering. She seems to be favoring her leg a bit, but is trying hard to hide that. She pauses for a minute and leans against the wall. Slowly a hand slides a cup of coffee into her point of view.
Voice: Looks like you could use this.
Firewoman pulls back and sees Victor Deniro standing holding two cups of coffee. Fire takes one and takes a sip. She seems to enjoy it and takes another.
DVD: Figure I can save you a trip.
Firewoman: I appreciate that, but why?
DVD: Consider it my way of saying thanks.
Firewoman: Thanks for what?
DVD: All the training, the help. I know we haven't exactly been each others biggest fans, but I know without what you have shown me, I wouldn't have had the guts to try to help Danny last night. So.....Thanks.
Fire smiles slightly.
Firewoman: You are welcome Victor.
Vic smiles as well and then begins to walk away. Before he gets to far, he stops and looks back.
DVD: Take care of yourself Fire, this place wouldn't be the same without you.
With that Victor turns and leaves as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:36:11 GMT -5
(The twins are working out with Kate in the gym, while Wyatt is at work on the computer as Mary Lou walks in)
Mary Lou:[/i] Whatcha working on?
Wyatt:[/i] Researching our partner. Whole lotta darkness there.
Mary Lou:[/i] It wasn't cool the way he's threatened you.
Wyatt:[/i] Eh, others have taken me for granted. I'm still standing. Just because I'm in my sixth decade doesn't mean I'm feeble.
Mary Lou:[/i] By the way, they want a promo.
Wyatt:[/i] Not surprised. Shall we get the girls?
Mary Lou:[/i] No, I've got a better idea. Come on.
(Mary Lou and Wyatt move in front of a window onto the gym where the girls can be seen working out.)
Wyatt:[/i] Great thinking, dear!
(A Large OOWF banner unfurls behind the ring and Mary Lou picks up a microphone)
Mary Lou:[/i] Wednesday night, Midweek Mayhem, Power and Glory team with the Death Knell, Ghosthead against the Darling Twins and the Kai!
Wyatt:[/i] Before I move on to our opponents, I want to address our partner for this contest. Ghosthead, I know how you would feel if I came into your home, began issuing threats and demands as to how our match would be handled this week. You feel that you are above teaming with the best rookies to come through the OOWF in years. You demand respect, and as the Onslaught champion, you deserve a measure of respect. But that respect doesn't include coming to us and telling my girls to stay out of your way. If it were up to me, we would not be teaming. But out of respect to our general manager, we will find a way to work with you. But do not presume to tell me how to do my job, Ghosthead. I was headlining regional cards when you were trying to figure out how to go to the bathroom without wetting yourself.
(Mary Lou shakes her head)
Wyatt:[/i] Now to the Darlings. You found out this week that Power and Glory have learned a lot from you. They've adapted to your style, they continue to grow and evolve. You did just what I wanted you to do Alex. You focused on me, not on them. It cost you, Alex. Power and Glory are learning more daily. Our friend and their new lead trainer Kate Bannister learned years ago from me, and now she is taking over to move them to the next level, under my direct supervision. Kate is finding new tricks, new secret weapons to pull out of our hat at any time. How can you totally defend against a weapon that is unpredictable? As Alexander found out, you can't. How can you defend against the most devastating tag team finisher in professional wrestling – Double Elimination? As Alexis found out, you can't.
(As if on cue, Edra and Clio demolish a jobber with Double Elimination. Then Clio picks him up and hits the ASIATIC SPIKE which sends the jobber rolling out to the floor clutching his throat. Meanwhile Wyatt takes off his glasses and puts them in his pocket, reaching for a pair of sunglasses.)
Wyatt:[/i] That brings us to the wild card in this contest. The man who claims to be the most electrifying entertainer to come from Hawaii since Don Ho. Yes, the one Flyin Hawaiian left standing, The Kai! One of the men who attacked Power and Glory on their very first night in the OOWF. Don't think I've forgotten that night, Kai. You and your butt buddies in the new old right guard came out and jumped us after our match. You and your bruddah hit Power and Glory with a Molokai Cocktail. I forget nothing. Now you wanna blame all that on your bruddah's Wahine ho'okamakama. Let me tell you something, Kai, I never saw a ring in your nose. I never saw a chain attached to that ring and I never saw her make you do anything that The Kai didn't want to do, you dumb jabroni. Yes, I went there!
(Wyatt snatches the microphone from Mary Lou's hands.)
Wyatt:[/i] You cheap rip off, you couldn't hold Dwayne's Johnson, and yet you come in here and try to convince the millions..
(Crowd chants “And millions”)
Wyatt:[/i] ...of the OOWF fans that YOU have something special to offer here. That YOU can be the next big thing in a company that has the most vicious, the most evil, the most flippy, the most outstanding professional wrestlers in the world, and YOU think that YOU are special, you pie eating jabroni. Let me tell you, the twins, my lovely Mary Lou, and our friend Kate are off YOUR menu. And as far as the twins go, they enjoy slicing kielbasa into teeny tiny pieces...which, given what we have heard of the Kai's Kielbasa, won't require much slicing. So soon-to-be-divorced Alexander Darling, Alex's first and best love, his twin sister Alexis, and the soon to be neutered Lava Bull...bring it. Ghosthead and the new generation of Destruction, Power and Glory will NOT have mercy on your immortal souls. That is the Truth, and the Truth will SET YOU FREE! IF YOU SMELLLLL....
(Mary Lou grabs the microphone)
Mary Lou:[/i] Gimmick infringement, dear...
Wyatt:[/i] But HE stole it first.
Mary Lou:[/i] Doesn't matter.
Wyatt:[/i] You in the mood for some kielbasa?
Mary Lou:[/i] When am I not?
Wyatt:[/i] That's my pie...
(Mary Lou playfully slaps Wyatt's arm, then kisses him as they walk off and we mercifully )
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:36:58 GMT -5
Ricky Soaring Eagle is walking backstage.
"Little Chrissy, I have been watching. You are much like the Thunder. Loud, intimidating at times. But in the long run, harmless. You need to be like the Lightning this week. Quick to strike and leave lasting damage. If you do not, I promise you, I will turn my attention to that strap you sling over your shoulder and I will pry it from your cold, dead hands once I rip your head off your fucking neck. "
Ricky stops outside a set of doors and pauses. L.D. Williams walks through them and finds himself face to face with Ricky. Ricky BLASTS him in the face with the Tire Iron, then delivers a couple of stiff kicks to L.D.'s chest and gut while he is down. Ricky then squats down beside L.D.'s face.
"Yeah, I know, you and Stank will be coming after me for payback. Just remember, this isn't my fault. These aren't my rules. They are your people's rules. Rules that allow me to inflict injury on and deliver agony to my opponents. These aren't my rules. I'm only doing what is expected of me. The fact that I enjoy it is just a happy coincidence. So when I make you FEEL MY PAIN again in the match this week,
Don't blame me.
Blame YOURSELF"
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 16, 2012 16:37:21 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison stands with a Randomly Numbered SFJ ~~~
RNSFJ: Where's Zane?
Chad: Where else? Doing match prep for our matches this week, live from Monominto, Manitoba (Cheap Pop, Eh)
RNSFJ: I thought you guys didn't really care about singles matches.
Chad: I really don't. But I care very much about one thing.
RNSFJ: What's that?
Chad: Winning.
RNSFJ: But you beat Mai and Zane beat Justin earlier this summer.
Chad: I know. But assuming that we can beat them again just because is foolish. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:35:08 GMT -5
<Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is standing in front of an OOWF banner with Ellie May From Elijay, Ellie has a mic>
EMFE: Bill, you face Stan Fulton in the OOWF’s first ever NASCAR match, the goal of the match is to throw your opponent into the car that will be sitting ringside, anything related to racing is in play, what are your thoughts?
ABFD: <in a serious voice> When I was just a young’un my pappy Crazy Sil From Dawsonville – his name was Silas, but that don’t rhyme none now do it? He done put me on his knee and we watched them ol NASCAR boys from Rockingham and Bristol. My pappy looked at me and he said “Awesome Bill” cause even as a young ‘un I was wilder ‘n hell! He said “Awesome Bill, one day you is gonna grow up and you is gonna run four wide, and you is gonna be outdamnstandener than hell!” I looked at my pappy and I said “nuh’uh. No sir. I am gonna be a rassler! I am gonna drop that chere bionic elbow right across some ol boy’s head! I’s a gonna be the worldy worldy rasslin alliance world heavyweight champion!”
Ol Pappy Sill From Dawsonville he done lookified at me and told me that imma gonna be the best damn rassler they ever was! So this week me and ol NASCAR Stan we’s gonna have us a NASCAR match! Ol Pappy Sil From Dawsonville he gonna be lookifyin down on me from them thar pearly gates, and he is gonna say “DAMN SON! WHUP SOME ASS!” So NASCAR Stan, I like you ol boy and all, but imma do Ol Pappy Sil proud! NASCAR Stan, it’s ON! It’s ON like Jeff Gor-don!
<we hear the sound of a record scratching, and Bill looks horrified, Ellie May just stares at him>
ABFD: WHAT DID I JUST SAY?
EMFE: You said, it’s on, it’s on like Jeff Gor-don
ABFD: JEFF GORDON! I hate that ol boy! Who done toldify me to say that mess?
<we cut to off camera where Justin is standing with Drunkey and Drunkette looking over the script>
ABFD: Justin why did I say that?
JS: Well, it looks like it was a late rewrite
ABFD: From WHO?
JS: Well, Drunkey has final rewrite on the promos……
ABFD: ,looking at Drunkey> so YOU is the one what made me say it was on like Jeff Gordon
Drunkey : EEEE-YA
ABFD: Oh HELL no! No more PCPL for YOU son! We done gotta changify that!
JS: Hmmm……..how about NASCAR Stan, yuou’s gonna get a hurtin, like Jeff Burton!
ABFD: Hmmmm that chere is a good start, but it don’t rollify off the tongue…..it’s lackin that certain somethin
Drunkey: EEEEEE-YA
ABFD: Imma break your bones like Buckshot Jones? Well hell, I don’t wanna break his bones. We need to come up with somethin better!
<Justin and Drunkey huddle and talk, finally they break>
JS: Ok, Drunkey came up with this one…...”NASCAR Stan, you’s in a pickle, like Dick Trickle!”
ABFD: OUTDAMNSTANDENER THAN HELL! Drunkey you is a good ol boy, you can drinkify the PCPL tonight!
Drunkey: EEEE-YA
<Bill turns back to the camera>
ABFD: So this week, right chere in Monominto <cheap pop> ……wait, what was that?
JS: What was what?
ABFD: I done saidify Monominto <cheap pop> THERE IT GOES AGAIN!
JS: I heard it too! Let me try…….Monominto <cheap pop> HOLY COW!
ABFD: Is we wizards?
JS: OH NO!
ABFD: Son I ain’t got time to be no Larry Potter!
JS: Harry
ABFD: I done shaved this mornin I can’t help it my five o’clock shadow don’t know what time it is!
EMFE: Can we get on with this?
ABFD: Oh, uh, yeah……so uh NASCAR Stan…..right chere tonight in…….this here town, you’s in a pickle like Dick Trickle!
<fade>
ABFD: Outdamnstandener than Hell! Justin, you gonna promo?
JS: I’m not sure I can
ABFD: Why not?
JS: I’m wrestling myself. I don’t want to say something that would get me mad, I don’t need to hurt myself in a fit of anger
ABFD: Son, that there is a damn fine plan!
EMFE: <shaking her head> You’re NOT wrestling yourself, your wrestling Zane
JS: I am SANE
EMFE: No one believes that
<Bill and Justin saddle up Drunkey and Drunkette>
ABFD: What else is there to do in Mono……..in this chere town? I heard theys a badder’n hell swamp here!
JS: There is, but we can’t go there
ABFD: We can’t go to Brokenhead Swamp?
JS: Nope
ABFD: Why not?
JS: We were there last night, you spilled some PCPL. Authorities said the swamp is contaminated now
ABFD: We’s banned from there?
JS: We are BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE
ABFD: you is outstandener than hell Justin!
<fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:36:10 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting at an undisclosed location, in a small room, lit by a single bulb. That’s right, we’re going old school. Moose runs his fingers across a strand of barbed wire, then speaks without looking up>
It didn’t have to be like this. I keep telling people that, and no one wants to listen. I have LD punching me in the mouth, I have Stank grumbling, I have these idiot fans yelling “how could you do this to poor Fire!”
Poor Lisa.
Some things just never change do they? People see what they want to see. They look at this, and they blame me for it all. How could I do this to poor Fire. Poor Lisa, always playing the victim. Look what that mean brother is doing to you! Poor Lisa, always the victim. Always the victim of someone else’s wrath. The innocent victim. Sean, mom, yakuza, Eco, now me. Poor Lisa Quinn has just walked through life, and all these people were mean to her for no good reason.
<Moose shakes his head and gets quiet for a minute>
You remember what Sean liked the most, don’t you? You remember watching me getting my ass beat – usually to protect your selfish ass – you remember what he wanted, don’t you Lisa? While he was wailing on me, what did he say Lisa? Or, do we need to bring Dr. Sid back for another represses memory session? No…….you remember. He would always tell me, beg for mercy, give up, and I will stop hitting you. He WANTED submission Lisa, he WANTED me to give up. But I never would. I would never give him the satisfaction. So I took his beating, I took it while you sat back and watched.
And now, now you like to call me Sean. You like to say I am SO much like him. Well that’s fine. Because this week, it’s a submission match, and Lisa, you saw the beatings, you know what to expect. I won’t stop until you tap out, until you give up. I didn’t give up then, I damn sure won’t give up now.
In your mind, this is over. Your arrogance amazes me. That is another Darling trait you have certainly taken well to. It’s all over. Mere formalities. All I am going to say is this…….
Keep thinking that Lisa. Keep thinking that. And when I leave you lying in that ring, a bloody, broken mess, I want you to think about how you underestimated your opponent. How you took them lightly. How the old Firewoman, the REAL Firewoman would NEVER have done that. I want you to stop and think of what you have become in that ring, the sad, pathetic, washed up, drugged out, therapy needing poor excuse for a professional wrestler. I mean, hey, come on, if you lose to ME, all that must be true! You might as well just go work in McMahonland and play with the rest of the divas.
Poor, poor Lisa indeed
<Moose snarls and goes back to rubbing the barbed wire and we fade to black>
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:37:49 GMT -5
(The family is gathered around the table eating lunch and watching some OOWF-TV)
Wyatt:[/i] We need to get in touch with those milk carton people.
Mary Lou:[/i] Huh? What?
Wyatt:[/i] Or at least make a police report.
Edra:[/i] You mean, a missing persons report?
Clio:[/i] Calling all cars, calling all cars, be on the lookout for three jabronis missing in action since last Wednesday....
Mary Lou:[/i] Oh, Clio!
Wyatt:[/i] Dear, you know the Darlings haven't shown up in a week, probably planning for life after divorce, the Kai is off playing with the People's Strudel, desperately seeking pie, and we're here working and holding up our end of the match...again!
(Kayfabe hurls a Kielbasa across the room narrowly missing Wyatt's head)
Wyatt:[/i] Thanks for Dinner, Kay! So what's new, Kate?
Kate:[/i] Going over tapes, working on counters to most of the Kai's moves, going back over the Darling tapes, and switching up our strategy a bit.
Edra:[/i] A couple of new old moves.
Clio:[/i] They'll never know what hit them.
Wyatt:[/i] Great. In the next two weeks Alexander Darling will lose his wife, his dignity, and his reputation. And the Coxes and the Neals will get what we've always wanted. Respect.
Edra:[/i] We could buy Alex a puppy!
Clio:[/i] Why? He's got Alexis!
Mary Lou:[/i] Oh, Clio...
(Everyone laughs as they go back to watching TV as we...)
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:40:31 GMT -5
*Darling Locker Room*
Alex and Lexie are watching tape when an alert pops up that there is a new promo. They pause the tape and change over to the weekly show just in time for the television to change over the creepy Cox/Neal family. The Darlings watch as the cult-like family tries to be funny. Alex starts to shake his head as Wyatt talks about what Alex will lose and what the cult will gain and then we get to Clio calling Alexis a dog and she starts laughing...
Alexis: Really? A dog? We've now hit the 3rd grade insults. Congratulations girls, you're growing up so fast. We're not missing girls, no need to send out search parties, or throw a victory party quite yet. We took our eyes off the target and that cost us last week. We were taught better than that, but the fact is it only takes 3 seconds to come out on the wrong end of a match. My brother here and I were way too focused on proving a point and teaching a lesson than winning a match...guess what, we still are.
Alexander: Wyatt, you and your creepy daughters can call us out for missing in action, but it's bullshit and you know it. No one in this company has talked more than the Darlings over the last few years, but what's the point. It's clear you and your girls are deaf, dumb, and/or ignorant. I'm going to try and explain this slowly so you and your alzheimer's ridden mind can comprehend it and your girls will get their explanation in the ring. Wyatt, you can not take my dignity...after what I've been through, I understand what pride and dignity mean and how easy it is to give those away and how tough it is to take them back. And Wyatt, you are no Poe. Trust me. Secondly, my reputation is written in stone. I can lose every match to your girls and it won't change a god damn thing about who I am and what I've done. I am a legend. And if you don't know that, then you haven't been paying attention. And thirdly, Firewoman is going to beat Jack so I don't have to worry about losing my wife, but on the off chance that lunatic gets lucky and beats Firewoman...wanna know the only thing that's going to change. Her name. Firewoman and the Darlings go together. Now, always, forever. And that will always fucking sparkle.
Alexis: Clio, Edra...you have a bright future. You're proving to the world you belong in the best wrestling company in the world. What you still haven't proven is a very simple fact. We're Darlings, and well, you're just pale fucking imitations...
Alexander: Booyah, bitches!
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:44:14 GMT -5
While Moose sits sulking atop his pallets, a figure drops down from somewhere behind him. Moose hops off and assumes a defensive position, as he turns to see his sister, who laughs, and then sits where he was.
FW: Not like you, Moosie-poo. Letting me get the drop on you.
MHJ: I figured you'd get your designer shoes too dirty down here.
FW: These ol' things?
Fire shows off her very old and almost worn out biker boots.
MHJ: Big deal.
FW: You know, Moose...Dr. Sid could help you with YOUR selective memory too. You weren't the only one getting beat back then. If you were honest with yourself for just a minute, you'd recall just as many times as I lied about who did what to protect you as well as you protecting me. We used to be there for each other. When did that change?
MHJ: When you married Da--
FW: Oh let's not play that broken record again. How 'bout this. I'll stop referring to EVERY time you did NOTHING to help me when I was in trouble, and you stop whining about my love life, 'kay?
MHJ: The thought of you you using the world 'love' in characterizing that....
FW: I KNOW! Surprised me too! But, there ya have it. No, Moose, I wanna talk about the use of your word, "victim." I'm no "victim," brother dear.
MHJ: Riiiiiiiiiiight.
FW: Oh sure...bad things happened. Some of them I brought on myself, sure, I own that. Always have. But I'm here. I'm strong. Not a lot of people waiting to jump me in the halls these days either, so your theory that I'm not feared anymore lacks credibility.
MHJ: Or they think you're not worth the effort anymore.
FW: Could be. But I don't think so, Moose...No no, my dear brother...I am no victim. I. Am. A. SURVIVOR!
She hops down off the pallets and lands in front of him.
FW: You're right, I got myself into messes. Probably always will. We both know how that whole sociopathy thing works. But I got myself out. ME! Not you, not Alex......
I SURVIVED.
And I'll survive our little series of matches.
MHJ: Oh bullshit. You're constantly telling me about Alex getting you out of Japan, when I didn't do anything for you.
FW: You didn't know. Just like you didn't know what Mom was doing. Even before we left Detroit.
A look crosses Moose's face...is it...regret? Pain? Anguish? We don't know because it's gone in a flash, but not soon enough for Fire not to see it. She smiles, and begins pacing, her hand in her pocket.
FW: And yes, I did need his help then, but only the money and fake passport. I still had to get to the airport, yadda yadda yadda. I survived that. I survived Sean's beatings. I survived Mom's...entrepreneurial spirit.
And I'll totally survive you.
MHJ: *batistalaughs* You might. But you'll survive it as a single woman.
FW: I don't think so Moose. You had the chance to end the whole thing last week, and you didn't. You've gone soft.
Moose snarls in rage and Fire sidesteps him as he runs into the pallets, throwing one or two of them around. She ducks them both calmly, and Moose grabs his barbed wire, and starts wrapping it around his fist, where she can't see it. He doesn't turn around as she speaks.
MHJ: Whatever, Lisa...it's all the same noise. You're a victim. You're a survivor. You're whatever. You, you, you. Big deal. It's always been all about you, even since we were kids.
FW: Oh, Jack...you really couldn't be farther from the truth.
MHJ: Yeah? Name one time...ONE TIME...you ever EVER put someone before you.
FW: I....*her voice falters*...I took some beatings that were meant for you.....
MHJ: *batistalaughs* Yeah, big deal. I'm willing to call that a draw. Other than that...there's nothing. Is there?
Firewoman looks down, somewhat unexpectedly. Moose turns around, hand behind his back, and is angry at her for looking so defeated.
MHJ: IS. THERE!?
FW: Moose...
MHJ: Well, COME ON, Fire. We're all WAITING. You come down here all full of piss and vinegar. What, a little bit of the truth hit you in the gut and now you can't find the words? Spit it out. Tell us ALL ABOUT the selfless act you did for someone else.
Silence falls loudly as Moose waits and Fire looks down...then looks back up, with dead eyes.
FW: Fine. I did it for you.
MHJ: That's hysterical. What have you ever--
FW: We both know how strong the Quinn stubbornness is. Did you ever ask yourself, when Rose was putting me out for sale...if I REALLY didn't want to do it, why did I?
Moose blinks.
MHJ: You were...too young...you didn't understand and--
FW: Yeah, at first...I mean, it doesn't take too long to figure out. But then once I was older.... Why do you think I'd put up with that and not refuse?
Moose's resolve weakens toward whatever he was planning. Fire continues quietly.
FW: The money she got...that she actually spent on drugs....she said it was to pay for lawyers and tickets. Lawyers so she could have custody of you, and tickets so you could get on a bus and be with us...with me. So....it was for you.
Moose looks at her oddly, and the look of regret that passed over his face earlier is back but sticks around this time. And he's angry, too.
MHJ: What....why didn't you tell--
FW: It's not really something I like reliving, but--
MHJ: Then why tell me now?
FW: You asked and--
MHJ: No...NO! You're just trying to get to me...get into my head...nice try.
FW: Moose, I wouldn't lie about--
MHJ: SHUT. THE HELL. UP!
Moose has found his resolve and lashes out at the only person standing there, Firewoman, who is ready and dodges. As she blocks his punch she pulls the other hand out of her pocket where she has the shiny knife. She grabs his shirt and sticks the knife through it into the wall, her forearm on his throat, pinning him. Undeterred, Moose's barbed-wire fist strikes at her, some of the barbs tearing through her shirt to the skin underneath. Red dots of blood start to show on her white t-shirt. Suddenly a big arm comes from nowhere and pulls her off.
FW: Dammit, Stank, you guys were staying OUT OF IT.
S: In the ring, yes. Out of the ring, I-- WOMAN! Quit kicking me!
Fire is kicking her feet and gets Moose square in the jaw. A little blood trickles from his lip and he laughs.
MHJ: That all ya got, SIS?
FW: Yeah, that's it. You REALLY think that's it!? Here's something else to think about, brother dear. I killed one brother when I was 4 and didn't know what I was doing, and he was annoying me.
MHJ: Yeah, so?
FW: I'm older, I KNOW what I'm doing, and my remaining brother has PISSED ME OFF!
Stank tries to drag Fire away.
MHJ: Yell all you want. You're still a Darling, and you're still going to lose!
FW: TOO BAD THE WRONG BROTHER DIED THAT DAY...
Stank pulls her down the hall, leaving Moose to lean against the wall, laughing, and wiping the blood from his chin.
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:45:20 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans*
Evans: Ah, Ski Mask Guy. Every week, you say the same old shit, and every week, you wind up making more enemies around here. Thanks to you, Stank believes that he got screwed out of becoming World Champ yet again. He wasn’t of course, seeing how he didn’t stand a chance against me in the first place, but he can think that he was. It’s fun to dream. You should try doing that again this week. I’d love to see you on the receiving end of a beatdown by Stank, LD, and a pissed-off Navajo. They’d tear you apart, and I’d love every second of it.
And speaking of which. You really think that you intimidate me, Ricky? Remember who the champion is. Remember what I’ve done in order to get it. I don’t give a damn what you did before you got into this business, and I don’t care who or what you’ve got a tomahawk to grind against. When I am in the ring, nobody can beat me in terms of talent, so that shouldn’t be of any concern to you. So it’d be in your best interest to stay on my good side, since you’ve seen what can happen when people fail to do that. You went and attacked LD, so for now, we’re on good terms. But don’t think for one second that I trust you. I know I have no friends in this business, and I don’t need them. I won this title without them, and I’ll keep it without them.
*fade to black*
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:48:05 GMT -5
<Moose is standing in the back laughing maniacally, he suddenly stops, cocks his head, and appears to be listening to someone. He turns around and sees Stank standing there, a very pissed off look on his face. Before Moose can say or do anything, Stank PUNCHES him right in the mouth. Moose spins and drops to one knee, but comes right back up, blood dripping from his lip>
MHJ: GODDAMMNIT I AM GETTING PRETTY FUCKING TIRED OF THAT!
S: You two have gone TOO damn far!
MHJ: What the hell are you talking about?
S: Did you HEAR the shit she just dropped on you? She LET Rose do what she did because she thought it was to help YOU
<Moose just starts laughing, Stank cocks his arm back for another punch to the face>
MHJ: I let it slide once, I'm not going to let it slide again. And two things. First, if that IS true, then I owe that cunt Rose an assbeating. She fucking used ME as an excuse to do what she did. There is no fucking forgiving that, and I will deal with her
S: .........that is your mother
MHJ: Second.......did you HEAR what she said? She found the one thing she thought could rattle me. She is trying to play head games with me. Just like Firewoman would do
S: Jack.......this is not a fucking game
MHJ: I never said it was
S: I.......you two are just trying to hurt one another......
MHJ: You still think that that is what this is all about? Me trying to hurt her?
S: I know what you have said......
MHJ: Look at where we are now from where we started. Lucky? Gone. Alex? On the sidelines. Joking Firewoman? Gone. She is focused, and she is dangerous. THIS! THIS is the Firewoman I remember. Not some half assed Betty Crocker bullshit, trying to bake fucking cookies!
S: She was HAPPY
MHJ: No. I don't fucking believe that at all. She had all those fucking people telling her HOW to be happy. She had Alex on one side, she had Davin on another side, she had Dr. Sid, she had those idiot fans, all telling her what she needed to do to be happy, what made THEM happy. She can fucking deny it all she wants, I KNOW her. I was THERE when she destroyed that man in Korea. I SAW the look in her eye. I was THERE when we beat down Alex week after week, I SAW the look then too......happiness. Knowing she was FEARED. Knowing she was RESPECTED. Knowing she was one of the GREATEST wrestlers to step foot in the ring, someone who could hold their own against ANYONE in the world. I SAW that shit. And you know what? I haven't seen that in YEARS. I saw flashes of it against Eco, because Eco knew how to push her, Eco DEMANDED her best. But then it was gone. Hell even to start this series, it wasn't there, but I've seen it, I've seen it since she was down 3-1, it's there Stank, Firewoman is still there. No lackeys, no pills, no one telling her what she needs to do to be happy, just the two of us in the ring, fighting. It's still there
<Stank just stares at Moose for a minute, his mouth open>
S: You two are insane
<Moose just grins>
S: What if she wins?
MHJ: She's not going to win
S: But what if she DOES?
MHJ: She's NOT
S: <closing his eyes tightly> for the sake of argument, you stubborn jackass, what if she DOES. You are gone
MHJ: Then it will all be worth it
<Stank just stares at Moose>
S: What?
MHJ: For her to beat me, Firewoman has to come back. Completely. Lisa Darling has to go away and Firewoman has to come back. And once she is back.......
S: What? Then what? What if this image of Firewoman you have comes back for one match, then goes away? Then what? Then all of this for nothing......
MHJ: <grinning> Not for nothing Lucas. I know her. Once she's back.......the more she comes back, the harder it is for her to go away again. Lisa hates me now.......but one day, she will understand. We did this for her.
<Moose turns and walks away leaving Stank alone>
S: Wait.......WE? What the fuck are you talking about We? Get back here dammit!
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:49:14 GMT -5
**Later, Stank is sitting in his locker room, reading. L.D. Williams sits nearby, a bag of ice on his face.**
LDW: “Ow.”
S: “It was only a tire iron.”
LDW: “TO THE FACE! - ow.”
S: “Wuss.”
LDW: “Jerk.”
S: “-”
LDW: “-”
S: “AA says you should promo - it’ll make you feel better.”
LDW: “-”
S: “-”
LDW: “The cardboard cutout says I should promo.”
S: “Problem?”
LDW: “I’m managed by a duck.”
S: “So no problem.”
LDW: “None at all - carry on.”
**Stank stands and faces the camera. Williams moves in beside him.”
S: “Ricky Soaring Eagle, strike one wasn’t your fault. I’m sure you didn’t ask to team with Chris Evans this week. Strike two - attacking this man - is all yours. Strike three…that’ll be showing up Wednesday night-”
LDW: “Live! In Monominto, Manitoba!” <Cheap Pop>
S: “-”
LDW: “What? AA said to promo. I’m sure he sees it as an homage.”
S: <sigh> “Keep in mind Ricky, Your partner is the World Heavyweight Champion, which means I need him breathing so that I can kick his ass and take his title. You, not so much.”
LDW: “Ricky, you like to talk about history - what you’ve done, what’s been done to you, what’s happened to your people. Well, let me remind you of a little OOWF history - Drink & Destroy, kz, Weapon X, Fear Us, The Five. More championships for longer than anyone else. Stank and myself are arguably the two greatest wrestlers in the history of the OOWF - and let’s be clear, neither you or your partner are on the list of those who can argue it. Wednesday night, you have the opportunity of a lifetime. The tire iron upside my head was not the best way to take advantage of it. Now, I care about making you famous - I just want to make you gone. As for our illustrious World Champion…”
S: “Enjoy another week with the belt, champ. The clock is ticking. Don’t believe me?”
LDW: “You haven’t been paying attention.”
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:51:26 GMT -5
Wyatt, Clio, and Edra are watching tapes, studying, doing all that serious wrestler stuff the Kai doesn't worry about.
WC: You see when Alexis pops her hip, she's signalling...
All three are frightened by a crow cawing and flying around their room.
C: Kill it!
E: Omigod, what if he poops on my head?!
Suddenly a girl's laughter can be heard over the loud speakers in the arena, which naturally pipes into their room as well.
GV: Aww, you fell for the oldest trick in the book.
WC: That's A'isha al-Takriti's voice.
Aa-T: Good recognition skills there, Wyatt. I can call you Wyatt, yes?
WC: Um, sure, how are you...
Aa-T: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!
Crowd cheers at the use of the Kai's phrase.
Aa-T: Sorry, Kai's rubbing off on me. As I was saying, that was Poe's oldest trick, the raven. And it got you, just like it got Alexander Darling. So you guys have that in common.
WC: That's all we have in common!
Aa-T: Quiet now, the adults that know what they're doing are talking. So listen up. You want to train your daughters and make them the best wrestlers you can. That's so sweet. Some faded glory dreams, perhaps? MY father, an actual Champion, raised me for only one thig. Survival in his world. You may be driven, and so might your girls, but you're not a monster. Your not a sociopath. I was raised by one. And guess what? He raised another. And now...I'm training the Kai. My way. The al-Takriti way. Not just to win, but to achieve absolute victory. In the ring, and in life. So watch your tapes. Study hard. Watch everything you can, because while you're watching that? I'm watching YOU. Namaste.
A loud hang up of the live microphone is heard over the loud speakers as the raven caws again and flies out of the room.
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:54:45 GMT -5
There's noise from the Darling Luxury Suites. Lots of loud crashy bangy noises. Alexis and Alexander are outside, knocking. Alex is on his cell phone.
AD: Well, did you see it, Lucky?..........okay, so that's why and she's now destroying everything...........I don't care what Dr. Sid about acting out and ... repressed rage and....look, cut the psychobabble and tell me how to get her to open the door.
Alexander is listening to whatever Lucky is saying and frowning. Alexis keeps knocking. Quorras walks up.
Q: What's going on?
AD: YOU....where's the clipboard Lucky gave you.
Q: Why are we out here?
LD: Because Fire has locked us out and is trashing the place.
As if on cue, a loud crash is heard.
Q: OH right....you know, I read about this in psychotherapy class, that--
AD: QUORRA...the clipboard. It has a master key that Lucky uses to get in and--
Q: Oh...well...it's in the suites.
AD: ...
LD: ...
Q: What?
AD: Never mind. Lucky? Any other ideas.
LD: She'll be fine, Alex.
Q: Well.....What I remember is that when long buried trauma is acknowleged it can set off a psychotic eipsode that could lead people to either lash out or turn that rage inward and...um....
Alex and Lexie are looking at her now.
Q: But I'm sure she'll be fine. Look! BLINCy is in there! He can tell us!
Quorra holds up her tablet computer, where she can watch streaming live OOWF-TV. They gather around to watch.
Perspective shift as we see things from BLINCy's perspective. Many things are broken or overturned, including a very heavy sideboard. Fire's hair is a mess, and her face is blotchy, as if she's been crying, but whether they were tears of rage or sorrow, we don't know. She looks around.
FW: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, MOOSE? IS THIS THE FIREWOMAN YOU WANT?
She stalks out of the room and comes back, holding the stuffed moose she had a child in one hand, and her pretty shiny knife, the gift from Alexander in the other. She talks to the stuffed animal.
FW: You just COULDN'T let me be happy, could you? You couldn't let me leave arguably one of the worst childhoods behind. Sure, other people might have had things worse but....You Just. Couldn't. Let. It. Alone.
She's holding the stuffed animal by its neck, and shakes it a bit while she talks.
FW: How DARE I try for some semblance of normalcy. HOW DARE I make decisions you don't agree with. HOW DARE I fall in love, get a house, make plans for my future...WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLE PERSON AM I FOR THAT!
She holds the knife menacingly in front of the stuffed animal.
FW: Lisa is the spoiled one, right? The selfish one....the one who never thinks of anyone but herself.
She laughs...scary.
FW: And then I tell you...what I should have told you before, but I was too busy protecting you...and what do you do?
She gets right into the face of the stuffed animal.
FW: WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU TRY TO PUNCH ME WITH BARBED WIRE!!!!!!!
Fire lets out a primal scream and then in a flash slams the stuffed animal on the table and stabs him in the chest, going all the way through it and pinning it
literally to the table.
FW: WELL THERE YOU GO! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!?!
She looks around at the carnage in the room, and walks out and comes back with a broom. She looks at BLINCy and holds up the broom.
FW: Remember this? After our third match, you said get a broom, right? Well, turns out, that was a bit premature, wasn't it. JACK. Looks like you aren't going to need this after all?
Again, in a flash, Fire breaks the broom handle over her knee. It splinters and she tosses one end to the side, and uses the other one to knock things that aren't already knocked over and broken, before aiming it right at the wall and then shoving it through the drywall. She looks around for a few minutes, catching her breath, and then turns and sees the stuffed moose pinned to the table with a knife. She goes back to it, removes the knife, and stabs it over and over again. Animal stuffing flies everywhere.
It is as at that moment that Alexander kicks the door in.
AD: What the fuck are you doing?
FW: Oh..Hello.
AD: That's it? "Oh hello?"
Lexie and Quorra look in and then decide to not interfere just now.
AD: Does that help? Trashing things? Well, since you like trashing things so much let's see how it feels.
Alex goes into Fire's room and we hear the sounds of destruction.
FW: HEY!!!
Fire goes running after him, and yes she does still have the knife. BLINCy follows, and it appears Alex is throwing things around, but nothing of value or importance.
AD: Are you going to stab the stuffings out of me too?
FW: What? Oh...no, no...of course not....
Fire tosses the knife to the side.
AD: OH, so you CAN control it then. You CAN decide when you want to be a normal person and when you want to be a raging out of control bitch.
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: You're so lucky I threw the knife down.
AD: Maybe...come here.
Fire walks toward him slowly.
AD: I don't care which one you are. Be in control. Be a ball of fury. Be both. But--
FW: Alex...I told him...that. And he didn't care.
AD: I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes, he did. He's just as bad as you are about this stuff.
FW: But...
AD: Look...I get the lashing out. You know I do. But save it for the ring. You need to win two more matches. You go after the real Moose the way you went after the room here, he'll be gone.
Firewoman nods.
FW: I'm....really tired.
AD: Okay. Let's get some sleep then... Wait, why are you bleeding?
They both look down at the wounds on her side, and Alex checks her back from where Moose's barbed-wire wrapped fist was able to get to her, and they're bleeding still.
FW: Oh...I don't know. I don't remember.
AD: Well, it's okay...let's get that cleaned up first.
Alex leaves, taking Fire by the hand as she follows him out. BLINCy decides to faaaaaaade.
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Post by wyattcox on Sept 19, 2012 3:55:46 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium, Danny is sitting at a table as Ashley holds an ice pack to his head, while Spencer cleans up the bar. Dashing Victor Deniro walks in the room he walks over and sits across from Danny. Vic looks up at Ashley, who just nods and walks off. For a moment nobody says or does anything. Finally Danny starts to make motions towards Vic, but DVD cuts him off.
DVD: Being a friend means never having to say you are sorry.
Danny goes to motion for something else, but again Vic cuts him off.
DVD: I knew I would not make much of a difference, but being a friend means you are there even for the hard times.
Danny makes the sign language symbol for K.
DVD: Don't know, it seems legit right now, but it's hard to tell with them. (slight pause) I have to ask a question.
Danny nods.
DVD: (looking over at a picture of Danny, OBJ, and Lobo on the wall) Do you think they would rather you keep going after everyone that you feel has done harm to us, or (he looks up above the bar at the IC title sitting on the mantle) do you think they want you to focus on beating Folz and keeping the IC title here where it belongs?
Danny pauses for a moment, then sheepishly grins and points to the belt.
DVD: So are we done with all this crazy demanding lopsided matches business?
Danny nods. He then stands up and holds his arms out for a hug. Vic just shakes his head no, but Danny seems insistent. Finally Vic relents and gets up and hugs Danny. Less than a second later, a squeal is heard, and Ashley and Spencer run over and make it a group hug. Vic looks up at Danny.
DVD: I had a dream that was almost like this once.
Danny raises an eyebrow.
DVD: You weren't in it.
The girls give Vic a playful slap as everyone breaks out into laughter and we
FADE
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