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Post by BookerShark on Jan 29, 2014 20:27:23 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem: OOWF Invitational Round 2
Live! From Dead Horse, Alaska
February 5, 2014
Corax Bracket
Joey Reyna vs. Alexander Darling
Ecosystem vs. Tommy Wilder
Semaj B. Bracket
Alexis Darling vs. Stan Fulton
Christian Carter vs. Jason Allen
Spin Hansen Bracket
DK Murphy vs. Firewoman
Chris Evans vs. Chloe
Patrick Quinn Bracket
Danny Taylor vs. Ghosthead
Moosehead Jack vs. Stank
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo vs. LD Williams
Non-Title Four Way Dance Proving Ground Match
Matt Folz vs. Daniella Murphy vs. Power vs. Miranda Williams
Texpress vs. Banned From Everywhere
Card subject to….well being in Alaska in February should be dangerous enough
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:09:07 GMT -5
*Murphy's law are being interviewed backstage by Scheme Gene*
SG: DK Murphy, you move on to the second round against Firewoman.
DK: I stepped up my game against Vlad, but this is going to be a lot tougher. Time for me to take it up a few more notches. She's a first ballot Hall of Famer, but I did get a congratulatory text from Johnny Gomes *does double biceps flex* so I have that going for me. Seriously, though, I know she has a huge advantage in experience and savvy. I know I can match up to anybody here in strength and conditioning. As for who wants it more, it would be disrespectful to claim any advantage, but I will say that no one wants to win the Spin Hansen bracket any more than I do.
SG: Daniella Murphy, Chris Evans stole a win from you.
Dee: Evans will pay for his sins eventually, but I will need to focus on my next match.
SG: I gather you're not a fan of Matt Folz either.
Dee: No, but this week it's going to be all about winning the match. My Italian grandmother did teach me about revenge being a dish best served cold, although I don't always remember that so well. As for Power, lots of respect for her abilities, so I will be putting in extra work in the gym this week to make sure I am ready.
SG: You made a comment about Miranda recently.
Dee: And I meant it sincerely. Dad always said LD is the guy he would buy a ticket to watch, and I think Miranda will be as good or better, but this week she is in my way - nothing personal, just business.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:09:45 GMT -5
<the Saints are sitting in their locker room drinking beer. Moose looks at Stank>
MHJ: So, me and you next week
Sta: Yep
MHJ: I guess we are supposed to pretend to hate one another or something
Sta: <in a robotic kind of voice> Moose, I will hit you so hard, I will hit you really hard....something about eliminating the scourge of the earth or somesuch
<Everyone has a laugh at this except LD>
Sta: What's up Billy Dee?
<Williams gets to his feet with a nasty look on his face>
LD: Let's hunt
MHJ: I'm in....who are we hunting?
LD: A certain Texan who has been shooting his mouth off way too much
Sta: You know where he is?
LD: I have a good feeling I do
<they leave, all carrying weapons. The camera cuts to Miranda Williams door. It opens and Chad walks out>
CM: It's ok Miranda, happens to everyone, just go out there next week and give it your all
<he leaves and rounds the corner and Moose is standing there smoking a cigar>
CM: Well look who it is Jackie Quinn. I told you Jack, I'm not afraid of you.
MHJ: Oh....I would say right now, I'm about the least of your worries
<Chad turns around and Stank and LD pounce on him and beat him to the floor. They pull him up and Chloe hammers him with shots from the branding iron until his face is a bloody mess. Stank lifts him up and lands a STANK U on the floor. Chad is barely moving, Moose sits down next to him>
MHJ: That looks painful my friend. You must be in some SERIOUS pain
CM: Go to hell Jack
<Chad's words are cut off when Moose pulls him up and hits a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER on the floor. Moose sits next to him again>
MHJ: I believe you were saying?
CM: You......you can go......
<his words are cut off again as LD grabs him and pulls him up, Moose slams him in the ribs with HDB repeatedly, then LD lays him out with a CANADIAN DESTROYER on the floor! Chad lies motionless on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Chloe skips around him and lands a few more kicks, then the Saints walk away as we hear someone in the background yell for help>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:10:30 GMT -5
The scene opens up, and Christian Carter, Jason Allen, and Jose Reyna Jr. are sitting in a leer jet, on their way to Chicago for an event they are doing. Reyna is cleaning the OOWF World Tag Team title of his, as Carter is reading the Wall Stree looks at Allen, who hasn’t really been talkative, and is hasn’t really made any eye contact with him.
CC: So it’s going to be like this, huh Jason.
Jose looks at Carter and Jason, worried.
JA: What…huh…uh…oh no, just got some things on my mind.
CC: And the fact that we are facing each other next week isn’t going through your mind?
JA: Uh…well…hmmmm…no, not really.
Jose looks at Allen, chuckles and shakes his head as he continues to shine his OOWF World Tag Team Title belt.
CC: Jason, it is what it is…you and me tearing the fucking roof off the place…win lose or draw, we are going to steal the show, because that is what we do.
JR: I think he’s worried your going to make him lie down for you.
CC: Really? Jason?
JA: Yeah, it had crossed my mind. Just like we did in xGw, only opposite.
CC: No, this isn’t like xGw…this is different. I’m going to prove to that fucking idiot Folz, that I’m better than he is. He keeps one upping me and I am going to take that fucking belt off of him once and for all, and if he think’s he’ll get it back, he’ll have another thing fucking coming.
JA: Alright…so no laying down?
CC: Absolutely not. Let me ask you a question…why do you think you were put in this group with me? There are other groups that you could have easily been put in. They want us to fight each other…they want dissention in the ranks. They want to internet nerds to talk about how crappy the Kings are, and how good it would be to get rid of us. We will fight Jason, as hard as we have in the past, and then…when it’s all said and done, we will give them something to talk about…we will give them a match of the year candidate, and they will bow to us, like the sheep should do.
JR: Yeah, it’s going to be epic….spectacular…it will be “Amaz….
CC & JA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
JR: Ok…ok….I won’t say it. Besides, I think I have under control now.
CC: Really?
JR: Yeah!
CC: Doesn’t matter, don’t say it. We are more than that…we are the Suicide Kings, and we are the greatest wrestlers in this company, BAR NONE!
JA: Hands down man…we rule…
JR: Alright, man…alright.
JA: So you think Folz is pissed he took the wrong belt?
CC: Nah, cuz he didn’t take the wrong belt.
JA & JR: WHAT?
CC: Did I studder?
JA: But…what about the plan?
JR: Yeah, the whole plan is….
CC: I know what the plan is. Let me tell you something Folz…you may have got one up on me…guess the celebration would be a bit too short though, knowing that your nothing more than a thief….oh believe me, you will pay for what you have done, and I guarantee that if you hate me now, you will simply loathe me. I hope you like where you are at now…trust me, you won’t like where you’re going to end up.
His phone rings…he looks at it.
CC: Ah…speak of the devil. Mr. GM Nate…how’s it going….no, no…it’s good. So, is everything covered? Absolutely…he viciously attacked me and stole from me…..no, no…I mean what I said earlier…GET IT DONE, or you will have one big LAWSUIT on your hands Nate…if you think I’m kidding, look up the name Scott Stone…See where he’s at now. You better. Goodbye.
JA: You’re really going to go through with that?
JR: Hellz yeah boy…that bitch is going down! Hey how much longer to Chi-town?
CC: 45 minutes (looking at his watch). We’ll have a car waiting, and then Jose, you’ll know what real luxury is all about.
Camera fades as the three men take glasses of champagne, chime them together and take a drink.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:11:29 GMT -5
(We see a bundled up figure stepping off an Alaska Airlines flight at the Deadhorse Airport.) (After what is a brisk walk into the airport we see a man holding up a chalkboard with “Evans” written on it. The bundled up man walks up to the person and he removes the scarfs from around his head, and it indeed is Chris Evans) Evans: Who the fuck booked us into Prudhoe Bay in February. Idiots. I assume you're taking me to the best hotel in this jerkwater hell hole. Man: Only got two choices. The Prudhoe Bay Hotel and the Arctic Caribou Inn. You're booked at the Hotel. Evans: How the fuck cold is it out there? Man: You got here on a warm day. Just 30 below. Evans: About the temperature of Firewoman's heart. Lead on, McDuff. (The driver takes Evans to the hotel, but along the way sees....) Evans: Looks like that hillbilly will be right at home here. (Evans smirks as the driver gets around the caribou and finally makes it to the hotel.) (After going through the mandatory ordeal of checking in, Evans is heading for his room. He turns down a hall and comes face to face with...well, you know.) Chloe: Well, Cubby McTootsalot. Evans: I hated it when you dad called me that, and I hate it more coming out of your filthy mouth, bitch. Chloe: Oh, Cubby, come on now. I've forgiven you for that beatdown when we first got here. I got even with you for taking my DDT Championship. Evans: Yeah, by stealing it after someone else cheated to beat me. Chloe: Sour grapes, Cubby. You wanna take it back? Evans: Why should I? I get to kick your ass in the ring this week. Chloe: Maybe you need...motivation... (Chloe steps up and slaps Evans in the face, then runs off down the hall. Evans drops his baggage and takes off after her. She turns a corner and a rope pops up about ankle level tripping Evans. He is immediately swarmed by the Draculs, who begin ripping his coat and sweater and clothing off. As the Draculs hold Evans down, Chloe grabs his belt and begins whipping him across the back with it.) Chloe: Poor Cubby. You'll never learn. Evans: So help me, bitch, I'll get you. Chloe: Easier said than done, Cubby. Boys? (Tavian picks up Evans and position him for the Powerbomb into a nearby catering table assisted by Radu and Vlad. Chloe picks him up for a Corkscrew! Tavian sits on Evans' chest and Radu and Vlad each grab a leg, and Chloe begins pounding away on Evans' legs with a steel chair. She has Radu place the Chair around Evans' ankle, but just then a number of wrestlers begin running toward them because of the noise of the altercation, and Chloe just gets to stomp on it once before they run away. Evans is covered in cold coffee and pastries from the table as the scene fades...)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:12:31 GMT -5
The scene opens 45 minutes later as there sits Christian Carter, Jason Allen and Jose Reyna Jr. as the plane is landing in Chicago
JR: Chi-Town Baby... What are we doing first?
JA: Jose Chill there is things that we need to do before we go live it up in the greatest city in the world. Ok?
JR: Yeah, I guess... I'm just so Pumped
CC: Its cool Jose... Jason, you still havent talked much, you going to be ok?
JA: Dude I'm cool, we have already discussed this. Am I kinda freaked? yeah but you know we are gonna do what we do.. There is no Semi's, no Scaffold, I think we aare gonna blow the roof off and I'm ready.. lets just do what we came here to do and lets show Jose around.. I'm thinking Blackhawk game and ti.... Gentlemen's Club
JR: Oh I love Boo... I mean those kinda clubs.
CC: Jason, I'm telling you its going to be ok... We had a plan this time, that is whey Jose brought me and I brought you in. We had a plan and that plan is going to work.. And I agree, the Blackhawk game in our luxury box of course and the club, and maybe a few bars after that.
JR: Can I take my belt in with me?
JA: Yeah buddy and I will take mine in with me as well.. Showing the world we are the best team in wrestling.
JR: Bad ass!!
CC: Alright boys, lets go.
The three men walk out of the jet, through the airport and to the Limo as the driver puts their luggage in the trunk, he gets in the car and drives off.
fade to black
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:13:32 GMT -5
FADE in on a frozen stretch of water somewhere near Deadhorse, Alaska. Sitting on an overturned five-gallon bucket is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s wearing a winter coat and hat, but no gloves. There’s a fishing pole in his hand and music coming from his pocket... assumingly from his iPhone. A snowmobile is parked nearby.
As he’s fishing, a four-wheeler pulls up and off steps LD Williams.
LDW: “Stan. What the fuck are you doing out here?”
SF: “Fishing. I’ve already caught a few.”
Fulton points to the three fish laying nearby.
LDW: “I can see you’re fishing. I meant how did you get out here? There’s a security checkpoint ten miles back.”
SF: “Martha called ahead. She made sure I wouldn’t have any trouble. They’ll be getting all new supplies for their station within a week. How did you get past the checkpoint?”
LDW: “Momma called.”
SF: “Ah. So what brings you by? There’s another bucket and pole on the back of the sled if you want to fish.”
LDW: “Uh, no. I don’t fish.”
SF: “Suit yourself. What’s up?”
LDW: “I’ve got a match with Mai on Wednesday. I was hoping now that we’re associates, I could get your insight.”
SF: “Sure. Never try to powerbomb her.”
LDW: “I knew that. I was hoping you’d let me know what she...”
This trails off as LD kneels down and he and Fulton talk for a few minutes in quiet tones, knowing a ninja-cam is probably nearby.
SF: (at a normal volume) “And that’s how Moose and Fire make up, become tag team champions and put Alex out of the business.”
Both men look at each other with serious faces... but it doesn’t last as Fulton starts to crack and laughs first. LD follows right after.
SF: “I always wanted to do that.”
LDW: “Reminds me of a chat room I was in once. Can I ask you another question?”
SF: “Sure.”
LDW: “How the hell do you stand this cold?”
SF: “What? It’s five above zero right now. It’s probably colder in Duluth at this moment.”
Fulton pulls out his iPhone and checks.
SF: “Yep. Four below in Duluth now. Five above in Deadhorse.”
Fulton puts his iPhone away.
SF: “I’m used to this. When three inches of snow falls in Atlanta and the temp is 20 degrees, it’s an emergency condition. When three inches falls in Duluth and it’s 20 degrees, it’s a Wednesday in April.”
LDW: “That’s not weather. That’s insanity.”
SF: “You’ve been listening to Lewis Black CDs again haven’t you?”
LDW: “Well I’m heading back. How long you going to be out here?”
SF: “Another few hours. And probably every day this week. How many people can say they’ve ice fished above the Arctic Circle?”
LDW: “No one that’s not institutionalized I’d imagine.”
SF: “Har har. Feel free to pass invites along to the rest of the Saints. Might do them good to get some fresh air and relaxation.”
LDW: “Right.”
LD climbs back on his four-wheeler, starts it up and leaves. Fulton watches the moon pass overhead and sighs as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:14:35 GMT -5
Christian Carter sits behind his desk, with his back to the large observation windows. The skyline of Chicago is seen, as dusk is setting…the room is dimly lit, and though you can see him, your view seems distorted.
CC: Matthew Folz wants to be famous…all rich and powerful…with a lovely wife and perhaps a kid someday. What Matthew doesn’t realize is, no one is going to remember him. When his legacy as the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion is over with, he will be nothing more than a distant memory. Matthew, let’s get one thing straight, you are going to fuck up, and I’m going to be there when it happens.
You may have hurt my pride a bit. Can’t say I wouldn’t blame you, but you need to realize just who in the fuck I am. I’m going to hurt you Matthew…not in a pain that you may think. First I’m going to hurt your pride…little by little, then your dignity…and finally, your over all reason for living. You will know pain Matthew…you will see things in your life start to rot away, people in your life start to leave…before you know it, you’ll be a has been, sitting in a bar, drinking your problems away. Sound familiar Alexander?
But I’m not going to stop there Matthew. I’m going to win this Invitational, and I will get my title shot, and then…I will get back MY World Heavyweight Championship. It’s not a question of when or where or how, but a statement that says it will happen. You’re sick of wasting your time with me? You think I’m not an actual contender? Again, DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM MATTHEW? I know that it’s a hard question for someone of your up bringing Matthew, but let me remind you just who I am. I’m the man that will haunt you for the rest of your miserable and pathetic life…then I’m going to make your wife’s life a living hell…
Do you think your little stunt last week will keep her off the radar now Matthew? I was going to keep her out of this, but it seems she likes to stick her ass into our business, so let’s just say, if something happens to her, you only have yourself to blame Matthew. Can live with that Matthew, sitting at her hospital bed, in pain and suffering, knowing you will be to blame. I’ll be sure to send her some flowers if that happens.
Hell, maybe after this week, we won’t have to worry about seeing Matthew Folz around for a bit. Hiding his wife, trying to keep her protected, while I’ll be wearing MY title, defending it against real competitors Matthew. You want to try and embarrass me, put your filthy hands on me, and steal from me. Matthew, your end is near, and I hope that the loved ones in your life mourn you…because no one else will even care. Welcome to the New World Matthew…MY WORLD…MY REIGN!
Camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:15:29 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans, his ankle bandaged up after Chloe’s attack on him*
Evans: Wow, you really have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you, cuntmuffin? (OOC: Again, really sorry about that, Fire. Its a character thing.) Yeah, you heard what I just said. I wouldn’t even say that to someone like Firewoman, but I sure as fuck would say it to you. It sucks that your dad had to die, but if he did have to die, I’m glad he’s no longer around to know that he had anything to do with someone like you, a woman who tries to make people believe that you’re crazy in order to get what she wants Believe me, we’ve already got one woman in this business to do that, and at least she’s got a decent excuse for it.
Someone like you, you shouldn’t even be worth my time. I’m a busy guy, and what I really should be doing right now is getting the World title off of a never-should-have-been. But you just had to go and try to make a name for yourself, and I’ll give ya one thing, if you’re gonna try going after someone, going after The Future Legend is gonna get you some notoriety.
One thing you said, though, about me not having motivation. Rest assured, I’ve still got motivation, but to be perfectly honest, I’ve been phoning it in as of late. I decided to just stop trying in the hopes that everyone here could catch up to my talent and give me some kinda challenge again. And what happened? Some never-should-have-been is now our World champ, some second—rate New Guard wannabees are running around, and now we have you, a Firewoman-lite, thinking that she’s gonna make a name of herself at my expense. Face it, whether you hate me or not, it’s none of my concern. Fuck Chad Madison, I’m the true measuring stick in this business. And its about time that you get reminded of it.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:15:52 GMT -5
We see Matt Folz watching the latest batch of promos and then smiling.
MF: Hey hon?
JF: I saw it, assume you want to respond to Carter?
MF: What? Fuck no, already said I'm not giving him any more attention. Fuck him. No, call our General Manager...... It's time I ran that idea I have by him.
JF: You're sure?
MF: I am.
JF: You know if you do this, the chances of injuries are high.
MF: On both sides, I'm aware. Make the call.
Jaime leaves and Folz rewinds the DVR, pausing it on Evans's face.
MF: See you soon old friend, see you soon.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 11:18:33 GMT -5
(Power is coming out of a workout at the Prudhoe Bay Gymnasium and Bait Shop when she is accosted by an unnumbered SFJ and camera. She sighs and waves them forward.)
SFJ: Power, you were eliminated from the Invitational by....
Power: No, get this right. I was screwed out of my slot in the Invitational by my no-account sister and her minions. I should be flattered that someone of Ecosystem's stature would be so scared of a rookie like me, that he would be so worried about me that he went to Moose and got the goon squad to take me out. Well, that's fine. Eco, sis, you watch out. Because somewhere along the way there's a steaming bowl of revenge heading your way courtesy of Power. But, there's a bright side to all of this.
SFJ: You're referring to your Proving Ground match this week.
Power: What a clever little bimbo you are. Yes, Matt Folz, whom I am pleased to count as just one of many teachers along the way, and three big, strong, powerful second generation wrestlers. Outback Jack's daughter Daniella Murphy, LD Williams' daughter Miranda, and me. Dee, your brother and I had an...altercation some time ago. Now, that was then, and this is now, but I won't hold it against you. And Miranda, once upon a time, not so very long ago, I was just like you. Green as grass and thinking you always have to do the right thing. My sister has shown you that doesn't always work. But I know one thing. On any given night I can beat you both. And Wednesday night will be that night. So Wednesday night I can avoid the havoc of the invitational and earn my shot at the OOWF World Championship in three quick seconds. Not underestimating anyone here, but don't underestimate me. Don't look past this match to anyone else, Matthew. Power is better than any of you ever expected.
SFJ: Do you have any thoughts on your sisters assault on Chris Evans?
Power: I very rarely agree with anything that my sister does, but given the misogynistic nature of one Cubby McTootsalot, I wholeheartedly agree with her actions. It's been an ongoing joke to compare the Neals to the better of the Darlings, and that's something that neither of us like or appreciate. And Evans, keep my father's name out of your filthy mouth. Unlike my sister, I appreciate what he did for me. You've been calling yourself the Future Legend for years now, and you're still a legend just in your own mind. If there was ever a time I wanted my sister to go full Phelps on someone, it's Wednesday. Right now I have little use for my sister, but I have even less use for you, Cubby. As far as I'm concerned, I'd love for your match to end in a no contest when the ring explodes and you both fall into the abyss toward hell. The world would be better off.
(Power walks away, leaving a slack-jawed speechless SFJ behind as we fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 14:50:46 GMT -5
*It's a taping of OOWF's Weekend Havoc and The Ultimate Dingo has Dawg the Booty Hunter up in a torture rack! It looks like Dawg is about to tap when the lights go out and Submersed's "Divide The Hate" begins to play through the speakers. The crowd roars as a dreadlocked skull slowly fades in on the Jumbotron and the name "Ghosthead" in blood red lettering morphs in over the image. White fog begins to envelope the stage, ramp, and ring and a spotlight shines at the top of the ramp in anticipation of Ghosthead's arrival. The Ultimate Dingo drops Dawg to the mat and walks over to the ramp side of the ring waiting for the Death Knell to make an appearance. He doesn't wait long as the light fades back on and Ghosthead rises from beneath the fog behind The Ultimate Dingo, having slid into the ring unnoticed. The crowd roars in alarm, but it's too late for Dingo. Ghost spins him around and BLASTS him with BLACK MIST! Dingo flails around wildly before Ghosthead drops him with a SUPERKICK! Ghost follows up by running the ropes and landing on Dingo's chest with the NAIL IN THE COFFIN! (Ghetto Stomp)
Dawg the Booty Hunter who has been mostly incapacitated from his match with Dingo tries to roll out of the ring unnoticed, but Ghost spots him and steps on his long hair preventing Dawg from escaping. Dawg tries to beg off, but Ghost lifts him to his feet, kicks him in the gut and DRIVES him to the mat with a HORROR DRIVER! Dawg is Dead!
Ghosthead pulls the corpse of Dawg to the center of the ring. He strolls over to the roided Ultimate Dingo who is coughing up blood at this point, pulls him to his feet and nails another HORROR DRIVER! Ghosthead then drags Ultimate Dingo and places him on top of Dawg the Booty Hunter. Ghosthead climbs the turnbuckles, turns, and leaps splashing both men with a thunderous SPECTRE'S FALL!
Ghosthead rolls to his feet to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He pushes both men unceremoniously out of the ring and calls for a microphone to address the crowd. There is a wild look in his eyes, a marring of emotion on his face of barely contained fury.*
Ghost - The man you see before you is one consumed by frustration. That frustration will manifest itself in very... violent... gruesome... ways. It is not how I would choose to conduct my business normally, for being the Ghosthead Killer is as much about being in control of the rage, the wrath, the fury, as it is being the best at what I do. Every move I make is calculated. Every action controlled... but now... a confluence of circumstances have risen in pressure, cracking the dam... and every now and then you will get this... (Ghosthead points at his fallen victims lying still outside the ring) and what I did to the OOWF Champion Matthew Folz after his victory at Dance of Death.
I have been pushed too far and now... ALL will suffer, until I get back my OOWF World Championship! All will suffer, but especially you Christian Carter, you and your whelps who have stuck their snouts in my affairs for the last time! I will gladly unleash Hell on your sorry carcasses where not even the buzzards will will crave your rotted meat.
The Death Knell tolls for thee.
As for Danny Taylor, my opponent at Mayhem. My blood boils at the mere sight of you. My soul screams for combat. It wants to devour that thing inside you. Your darkness that you battle so hard to keep hidden. It cries out for my blood. Let it out! Let our furies meet! Let it give voice where your damaged throat will not. I hear it Taylor! I hear it in my nightmares! I hear it in my peace! You and I Danny Taylor, you and I... we... have a reckoning to fulfill. I do not know where this path may ultimately lead, but I promise you too will know... just like everyone else... wrath, fury, ruin.
*Ghosthead drops the microphone as his music fires up. He exits the ring taking one last look at Dawg and Dingo lying at his feet before walking up the ramp and exiting as the camera fades to commercial break.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2014 14:51:39 GMT -5
~~~ Inside OOWF Medical, Chad sits on a exam table while one of the medics wraps his ribs. His face is nice and stitched up already, and a nurse is washing dried blood from his cheek. A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist walks in ~~~
RNSFJ: OhMyGod! What happened to you?
Chad: Oh this? I cut myself shaving.
RNSFJ: Really?
~~~ The nurse cleaning his face brushes against one of the bandages on his face, causing him to wince. The RNSFJ puts her arm around Chad and stands there beside him ~~~
Chad: Of course not. Apparently, I've been running my mouth about.... I'm not really sure. Moose I guess? I haven't mentioned LD or Stank lately. Maybe it was Crazy Clio I offended. In any event, they decided to pay me a little visit. Big tough men they are, all four of them. Rather than face me in a fair fight, I get quadruple-teamed.
Medic: There. You should avoid any physical exertion in the next week.
Chad: Yeah, that's not happening. Go ahead and bring me a waiver.
Medic: Are you su..
Chad: Yes.
~~~ The medic exits. The RNSFJ hops up on the table beside Chad and puts her arm around him again ~~~
RNSFJ: You think you'll be 100% for your match against Banned From Everywhere this week?
Chad: Seriously? I think the last time I was 100% before a match was.... Zane and I's first ever match back in south Texas all those years ago.
RNSFJ: So what kind of statement do you think the Saints of Sinners were trying to make?
Chad: Same kind of point they always try to make. Same point the Suicide Kings are trying to make. Same point The New Guard, The Five & Run DEA were trying to make. What they'll all figure out in the end is this... No one takes control for long. No one can be dominate & rule forever. Too many egos trying to co-exist in any of those groups to make it last. It's just a matter of WHEN it goes wrong.
RNSFJ: ...Oooo Kay. What is your response to the beat down
Chad: Simple. It ain't gonna work boys. THis isn't my first rodeo. You can come after me every day from now until the cows come home. I'm Not backing down. I'm Not letting you run roughshod over this company. I'm Not giving in and playing by your rules & I'm Not sinking to your level. There will be no "retaliation" because that's not how I do business. You will get yours, sooner or later, in the ring where it should be.
RNSFJ: Wait, so you're NOT going to go after them?
Chad: Why would I? What does that prove? Not a darn thing. I've already proven I'm in their league. I've Proven I can be as tough as Lucas Mann. I've Proven I can be as violent as Clio Cox. I've Proven I'm as good a wrestler as LD Williams. And I've Proven I'm a Better Man than Jackie Quinn ever dreamt of being. Don't Believe Me? Keep Messing With The Bull and you'll find out,.......... Trust Me.
~~~ The Medic returns with the release form just as Bridgette, Zane, Miranda & Firewoman walk in. Bridgette grabs the release and works on it, Zane stands there shaking his head & Miranda stares daggers at the RNSFJ until Chad shoos her away ~~~
Firewoman: Hey Cowboywholosttomelastweek, you look like crap.
Chad: Thanks to your brother and friends.
Zane: I've warned you to keep your comments to yourself.
Chad: Yeah, and what good will that do? If I don't talk about them when they pull crap like this, then they'll do it again because I'm ignoring them. This is all on them. Not Me. I'm not shutting up or running scared.
Zane: That's not what I meant.
Chad: I know, but the only way to deal with a bully is to call him on it and stand up for yourself. That's what I'm going to do.
Firewoman: That's what I'd do.
~~~ Zane look unconvinced. Bridgette hands the form back to the medic ~~~
Bridgette: You're released. You should get some rest.
Chad: No. I was on my way to see Miranda anyway about doing something tonight.
Miranda: (Clearly upset at what she thinks she saw) I don't know...
Chad: Please tell me you don't agree with them?
Miranda: No, it's not that..
Chad: (Pulling his shirt back on) Then I'm going out for a while. I'm supposed to meet Tommy. He said he had something "Safe" for us to do. He had mentioned a Polar Bear Swim.
Firewoman: You mean where you skinny dip in the freezing water? Mmmmm....Kinky.
Chad: Maybe. It's Tommy though. There are probably real live polar bears involved.
~~~ Everyone laughs ~~~
Zane: I'm not going.
Bridgette: Me either shug. Please be careful
Firewoman: Yeah, we need you full strength for a Trios run don't we?
~~~ She looks at Zane, who nods slowly ~~~
Chad: I'll be fine. I'll swing by and get my jacket and one of the softball bats before I leave.
Miranda: You're going tom play softball in this weather?
Chad: No. I'm taking it with me. Just because I'm not hunting the Sinners down doesn't mean I'm not going to be prepared for another attack. They come at me again, I'm knee-capping one of them before I go down. (turns back to Miranda) Pick you up in an hour?
Miranda: (Clearly still upset) I.... I don't know.
Chad: Ok. I'm leaving in an hour, I'd love for you to come along.
~~~ The group disperses and we Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 2, 2014 15:41:51 GMT -5
*Murphy's law are in the local gym. Daniella is doing planks and DK is skipping rope. Meanwhile, the big alpha male in the gym, wearing camo tank top and pants, has been doing sets of bench presses, alternating with extensive posing in the mirror and exclamations of "Beast Mode!!!" while his two smaller friends cheer him on. Camo Guy puts two more plates on the barbell and does some more posturing*
CG: I need a spot for this set! Beast Mode!
*Daniella Murphy walks over*
Dee: No problem.
CG: If I want a Zumba lesson I'll call you, sweetie, but I need a bro to spot me.
*A flash of annoyance crosses over her face, but then Daniella smiles from ear to ear*
Dee: No problem, "bro"... hey, Dom, a bro here needs a bro to spot him!
*DK walks over and fist bumps Camo Guy, who starts his set of bench presses while grunting loudly - at the 5th rep his arms star to shake half way up - DK grabs the bar and holds it in place while Camo Guy struggles to lift it - after a couple of minutes DK gradually relents and guides the bar back onto the rack. Camo Guy springs off the bench and gets in DK's face*
CG: Dude, do you even lift? Don't offer to spot if you can't lift the weight!
Dee: Do you mean like this?
*Daniella grabs the barbell and does 10 overhead presses, then sets it carefully back on the rack. DK picks it up and does the same*
DK: Sorry "bro", but you should have let her spot.
*Camo Guys look at each other and charge the Murphys, who dispense with them quickly*
Dee: Some people might think you are becoming an ardent feminist!
DK: Don't get carried away "little sister" I just enjoyed a chance to kick ass
Dee: I did too so I'll overlook you calling me little sister.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 2, 2014 15:42:14 GMT -5
<Moose and Chloe are in the gym destroying a couple of workers when LD Williams and Stank walk in. Chloe and Moose finish when the two workers tap out and decide they have had enough abuse. They roll out of the ring and spot LD and Stank>
LD: Stank.....I would swear that is Moosehead Jack
Sta: Spitting image of him for sure
LD: But.....this is not a dank bar that only the lowest of the low.....or the Saints would go to.......nah, can't be him
Sta: Does he have ANOTHER brother we didn't know about
<Stank and LD loot at one another, eyes wide and shudder>
LD: Don't even joke about that
Sta: Yeah that was too far, I don't even want to.....
<Moose and Chloe walk up to them>
Sta: Wait.....that IS Moose!
LD: Wait.....Jack is in a gym? Kiss you loved ones.....
MHJ: Oh....I see I walked into the Stankin' Canadian Comedy Hour
LD: Seriously, when was the last time you were in a gym?
MHJ: does it matter?
Sta: Wait, is this because of what Fire said?
MHJ: No
Sta: IT IS!
MHJ: HEY! I can do situps too, you learn that shit in elementary school
LD: A bottle of Jack says you can't do 100 right now
MHJ: You're on!
<Jack drops to the floor and LD and Stank start counting them off .....95.....96....97.... <Jack is struggling a bit now>.......98.......99.....100!>
LD: Well I'll be damned!
MHJ: I CAN do it, I just choose not to
Sta: but why? I mean.....
MHJ: Cause three grand slams says I don't HAVE to
<Stank and LD laugh at this, Chloe joins them>
MHJ: now if you'll excuse me, I am going to go throw up
<Moose turns to leave but SFJ13 is standing there>
SFJ13: Chad Madison had some strong words for the Saints
LD: shocking
SFJ13: He said you were trying to send a message to him and the rest of the locker room. He claims that his outspoken criticism of the Saints has drawn your ire.
MHJ: The only "message" we were trying to send was that we really enjoy stomping Chad's stupid face into oblivion
Sta: My beef with the Texans goes back a long way. Chad, Zane.....don't like em at all. Any chance I get to put a couple of knots on their heads, you bet your ass I'll do it.
<SFJ13 looks at LD, he shoots her a death glare, and for the first time SFJ13 looks afraid to ask any questions>
LD: Chad......you're damn right I am sending you a message. You and the rest of the locker room. You questioned ME. YOU.....questioned.....ME. Listen up boy, I will say this real slow so even you can understand. You and your partner like to go on and on and on about what you have accomplished. You crow about your title reigns, you brag about how many matches you won, and yet.....you question me. There is no one, NO ONE in this company who has held titles longer than me. There is no one, NO ONE in this company who has bled and suffered more for this company. You look back through the results, you can count on one hand how many shows LD Williams has missed. If I were a cocky man, I would tell you I AM the OOWF......but I don't need to tell you that Madison, cause deep inside, you know. You and Zane are not the measuring sticks, neither is Chris Evans or anyone else. LD Williams is the gold standard in the OOWF, whether you like it or not. And if you EVER question my decisions or my motives again, I will show you exactly why I am the VERY best.
Chloe: I would like to say something to my.....sibling.....Power. You talk about all that Dad taught us, all that he showed us.....while Dad was good in his time, face it, he was nothing more than a regional champion. You seem to think I am nothing more than a plaything for Mr. Quinn, but look at the company I keep. Eight world titles, twenty-three tag team titles, seven Intercontinental titles, nine onslaught championships and most importantly, three grand slam winners. Three legends. You think I don't CONSTANTLY learn from these men? You think they don't share their amazing knowledge with me? And what do you have? You have dad's old videos. <shaking her head> walk away Edra. Walk away while you can still walk. Go play wetnurse back at the homestead. You are in so far over your head and you have no idea
You messed with the Saints, and now, we will end you. Trust me.
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 4, 2014 17:12:01 GMT -5
(SFJ 3.14159 is waiting for an interview with Miranda Williams when Power comes storming onto the interview set. She grabs the microphone and pushes the young journalist out of the way.)
Chloe! How. Dare. You. You sit there with your three big bad buddies surrounding you and talk about how the man who made it possible for you to be in that ring – hell, made it possible for you to even be on this planet – and you run him down as if he was Steve Lombardi! Dad did more in his eight years of wrestling than you've done in your entire life. And you know damn good and well that if it wasn't for Uncle Ned and Aunt Nancy that Dad would have been one of the greats. But that's all you are, Chloe. It's all about how no one who has done anything for you is any good. How you're the only important person, no one else matters. Who was it that bailed your ass out time and time and time again? IT WAS ME!
(The anger in Power's eyes turns to outright hate)
Moose didn't save you. I SAVED YOU! I saved your sorry ass from Stephen Phelps. And because of that night, we were both changed. And now that we're free from what Dad had to do to keep us out of jail, I'm going to do what I have to do. Step out from behind your protectors the Saints. Step away from your minions the Draculs. Face me woman to woman. One on one. But by the time it's all done and the smoke clears, there will only be one Neal twin left. And it damned sure ain't gonna be you. Because Power beats Glory. Every time.
(Power drops the microphone and storms off the set as we fade...)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 4, 2014 17:13:08 GMT -5
*Outside the hall of random encounters, Jose Reyna Jr. is sitting in a locker room. Pondering to himself as he awaits his comrades who are coming from the airport*
"Did you hear that douchenozzle's last promo? "His WORLD, His REIGN"? W-T-F bro? I thought it was OUR World, OUR REIGN? The Suicide Kings."
"Now now, no need jumping to conclusions. I'm sure Christian was merely in the heat of the moment, perhaps he was talking about his reign as the next World Champion?"
"Fuck that shiz, you know damn well he doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's just using you to help him get to the World Title. Did he help you win the Tag Titles last week?"
"Uhhh, No."
" Uhhhhh... Ya damn right he didn't! You and Jason did it on your own, no thanks to his ass!"
"It's not an issue of concern, besides, Christian isn't that bad once you have a mutual agreement"
"So what's going to happen if you win this invitational and get a shot at the title? You think that selfish piece of monkey crap will help you win the title like the way you have helped him?"
"..."
"Yeah didn't think so."
"Preposterous! I think you have a misconception of Christian"
*Suddenly someone walks by the door of Jose. Jose gets a tad dizzy and isn't sure if it's Carter*
"Fuck this shiz, i'm talking to that douchenozzle. With my fists!"
*Jos grins and gets up to follow the figure*
*Jos walks out his door and proceeds in the direction he saw the man pass by*
*He hurries down a badly lit hallway and see's the figure make a right turn down another hallway*
"Bust his head open and bathe in his blood big dawg!"
*Jos begins to pick up the pace and is a few steps away from the figure*
Jos: *Turns figure around* Hey ya spoiled rich bitch, let's dance!
*A look of surprise comes over the face of Jos, it wasn't who he was expecting*
Alexander Darling: Fair enough... I'll lead...
*FTANG!*
*Alexander Darling lands an incredible right fist to the temple of the Mexican Madman who flies back and crashes in to a trash can!*
*Covered in trash, Jose get's to his feet, he wipes a bit of blood from the corner of his lip and grins*
Jos: Darling, you did this to me! Now i'm going to end you and the voices in my...
Darling: "Amazing...."
Jos: BLEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!!! *Jos throws up and slips on his own vomit, falling on all fours*
*BAM!*
*Darling runs up to Jos and punts him in the head full force*
*Mr. Amazing goes limp but he's barely conscious*
*Alexander walks over to a sledgehammer that is conveniently nearby and stalks his prey. Slowly dragging the sledgehammer with him*
Darling: Jose, you were once a stand up guy with all the potential in the world. Now you run around with that piece of shit Carter and try to bully the roster in to submission. I want you to give Christian and Jason this message.... *He picks up the sledgehammer*
Voice in the background: Stop, police, what are you doing!?
*Darling drops the sledgehammer and runs off*
*Security guard walks up to the figure on the floor who seems to be moving a little bit*
Security guard: Oh my god, sir, are you ok?! What happened?!
"Errrgghhh... I'm fine.... "
Security guard: Sir can you hear me? Do you need medical assistance?
*Suddenly Carter runs up to the scene, travel bags in hand*
Carter: What the hell happened??! Jose?! Do we need to take you to the hospital?!
*The Mexican Madman gets on all fours and rests on his knees*
Carter: Look at me, is everything ok? What happened!?
Jose: *Grins as he wipes the vomit and the blood from his mouth* I'm fine Christian... Errrghhh... As a matter of fact... I feel...
Carter and Security guard: NOOOOOOOOOO!
Jose: "AMAZING"!
*Carter and the security guard duck for cover but notice that nothing happens.*
Carter: Wait a minute... you didn't vomit when you said that word... How?
Jose slowly get's to his feet with a look as if he is possessed.
Jose: I'm awake now, Christian... My eyes are open.... I don't know what happened, but I have a feeling everything is going to be just fine... "Brother"!
*Smiles at a confused Carter before we....*
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 4, 2014 17:14:08 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in a room, in the corner, with his head down so his hair hides his face. The single bulb in the room just lets us see that he is working a piece of barbed wire with his fingers, blood dripping from his fingers from numerous cuts. He mumbles something to himself, but we can't hear what. He suddenly stops and the silence is deafening> I assumed you would find me sooner or later. <long silence, barely above a whisper> You know......the one thing I get asked more than anything else is why. Why do I do this. Why am I so violent. Why do I do the things I do in and out of the ring. Why did I choose to go down this road. Why can Lisa control things that I cannot. <another long silence and Moose slowly reaches up and grabs the sides of his head and cringes> I do this......because I have no choice. I do this because......if I don't, he will never let me rest. You think it is all me.....he wants blood too. He wants......revenge. <another long silence, and then Moose finally looks up and we see his blood smeared across his face and a wild look in his eyes> I used to fight it. I used to try to keep him down. It takes all my sister has to keep him quiet......I no longer want to keep him quiet. Chad, Edra......anyone else that stands in our way, you will burn. The world will burn. I won't EVER stop. Crete tried to stop me. Alex tried to stop me. <somewhat softer> even Lisa tried to stop me. He will never let me stop, not until the last breath falls from my body. So think about that, think about that when you get into the ring with the Saints. There is no stopping. There is no thinking, there is just doing, reacting. I do what he wants. You cannot stop him. Ask him <the camera pans around the room, but it is empty. Moose laughs like a madman. Chloe walks in and falls to her knees before Moose. Moose looks her in the eyes> Don't let Edra fool you. She is the wolf in sheeps clothing. She is trying to take you away, to do her bidding. She is trying to change you. When she stopped Phelps.....THAT was Edra, that was the Edra who had the chance to be redeemed. She declined, now she must burn Chloe: Yes Jack Anything she says is a lie. Anything she does, is deceit. She is selfish, she wants you to give up who you are for her. We cannot let that happen. Chloe: Yes Jack <Moose begins laughing and looks over to a corner, where, for just a second we see a little boy with an evil grin on his face before we fade to black.> |
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 4, 2014 17:15:47 GMT -5
(It is late Monday night at a small chapel in Prudhoe Bay. The caretaker has long left and the chapel is in darkness except for a small light at the altar. At the altar kneeling is one Edra Neal – better known to OOWF fans as Power. We notice a small rosary around her neck. After a long silence and some sniffling, we hear Edra speak.)
Why...why did you let him take her? I have tried to do the right thing. I have followed your way. But this has been the hardest thing I've ever done. I feel like I am being led to do things that I never have, to do things that I never wanted to do. I have already changed so much, and now I feel like I'm changing even more. How can I do the right thing when those who oppose me will do anything to stop me. To end me.
(Edra pauses for a long time. She cocks her head as if she's listening to someone. She starts shaking her head, slowly at first, then more animated and agitated. Edra crosses herself and stands up and walks away from the altar. She begins speaking to...someone.)
I can't do this with my own sister. It's not right. Yes, I know, but that was different. This is my family. Yes, she chose Moose. But that's not important. What's important is our family. Kapamilya.
(Edra clutches at the rosary)
Mary Lou believes in us. She gave me this to keep me safe. I pray it works against the Saints and their minions, the Black Hand.
(Mary Lou walks out the door of the church, family bible in hand, and walks in the cold without a jacket toward the hotel. She looks up at the half-light into the sky.)
Dad, I'll try it your way first. I know I can beat her. I just have to have the chance. Meanwhile, I'll try to bring something you always wanted to the family. A World Championship. I'll try to make you proud of at least one daughter.
(Edra continues walking and she cocks her head.)
We try it Dad's way first. Then, it's your turn. Right now, let's get inside. Must be five below. Eh, warmer than my last winter in Ely. And Evans' heart. Cuntmuffin....
(Edra picks up the pace...as much as possible in two inch heels in the snow...as the cameras fade.)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 4, 2014 17:35:17 GMT -5
Firewoman and Mai Muyo are sitting at catering for coffee and we catch them mid-convo...
MM: So Alex is the only one, then?
FW: Yeah, I guess.
Muyo: Does that mean no more ... *whispers* swinging?
FW: What? Gods no....I meant just that as far as emotionally.....um.....can we talk about something else?
Muyo: Sure...I was just going to be so happy. You know, the whole one-spouse and cleaving only unto him thing...
FW: Right...well, that's great and all, except the Bible is full of its 'heroes' and their multiple wives and concubines, and God *seems* to be just fine with it....
MM: Yeah, I never really understood that...I remember that Christ said Moses permitted his people to divorce because their hearts were hard, but it wasn't supposed to be that way. I guess...I just think you're strong, and you don't have a hard heart, and it's a challenge you could take on, finding out what having Alex as the only one...like, the ONLY one...is like?
FW: Yeah, I don't think so...
MM: Hey, there's Miranda! MIRANDA! WE'RE HAVING GIRLZ COFFEE C'MON OVER!
FW: Oh, we totally are not doing that...no....
Miranda comes over.
MW: Girls' coffee huh?
FW: NO! Just coffee....this is not a....Thing.
Miranda stops at the coffee urn and then flops down.
MW: I could use something a little stronger though.
FW: Talk to your dad?
MW: No, and I'm NOT GOING TO. He SWORE he would leave it in the ring and...and....
MM: What I have learned is that everyone wants to leave things in the ring, but sometimes you just can't. Or they just can't. Even with Juni...it's unfortunate.
MW: Well, he can come to ME. And then I'll decide if I even WANT to talk to him.
MM: How is Chad doing?
MW: He says he's fine, but ... Oh, I don't know.....hey, look there's Dee...DEE?? COME HERE! SIT WITH US!
Dee Murphy spies the three women sitting around a table, grabs what she was going to get and sits with them.
DM: So what we got going on here? Diva meeting?
FW: NO! We are just sitting here.
MM: Yeah, there are no Divas in OOWF.
DM: Except Chris Evans. Damn he's never here, and then when he is, he's being a misogynistic jerk. If you get past my brother, Fire I hope that you kick his ass.
FW: That's the plan.
DM: Well, don't over look him.
FW: Oh, don't worry... I meant what I said. You guys have all the talent of your dad and let's face it...you guys have trained it well. DK will give me all I can handle, I'm sure.
Miranda and Mai start giggling.
FW: Seriously?
Jaime McAllister sees them all and kind of hangs back a bit. Miranda sees her.
MW: Jaime, over here!
JMcA: Hi...everyone...um...what's happening?
FW: Nothing...it's nothing.
Jaime pulls up a chair.
MM: Jaime that was some really brave stuff, going in to the Suicide Kings like that, setting them up.
JMcA: Thanks...
DM: And potentially stupid. Getting involved like that could move you from off-limits status.
MJcA: Well, that's KIND of why I am here. I was looking for Fire, or for one of you ladies to maybe help me out? I don't want to be a sitting duck if and when something happens, and Matt won't always be around.
MW: He won't show you?
MJcA: Well, we're newlyweds so it always turns back to sex. Fire...could you show me a few tricks?
Fire's eyes brighten almost immediately.
FW: I am SURE I could show you a thing or t-- OW!
Fire reaches down and grabs her shin, and then glares at Mai, who is giving her a Stern Look.
JMcA: Awesome! HEY MARTHA! THEY SAID YES!
FW: We did?
Martha Rodriguez walks up and pulls up a chair too.
Pretty soon the catering area is filled with all sorts of conversations going on at once. Lexie, Spencer, Ashley and Quorras come in.
LD: Fire, Alex was wanting to know...whoa....what the hell?
FW: I don't know...I just wanted a nice quiet coffee.
Ash: Hen Party?
FW: NO! It's not anything. It's not a Thing.
LD: Well, he wanted to know if you had made plans with anyone tonight--
MR: Wait, plans? I thought you guys had changed all that.
FW: No, see...
MM: No, Fire is still working through her commitment issues, but even this emotional change is a real breakthrough so we should all be very supportive, right girls?
They all nod and vocalize their agreement. Lexie looks at Fire, who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else, but then shrugs and everyone sits down. Conversation resumes, and we only pick up pieces. Occasionally some of the male characters sneak in, see what is going on, and beat a hasty retreat.
SD: Do you and Vic have plans for Valentine's Day?
LD: I'm not sure....
FW: That's the one with the bloody hearts right?
MM: What? No, it's not...
MW: That's the one where you buy presents for the one you love....
MM: Like CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD?
There are squeals.....Fire and Lexie just shake their heads
FW: Yeah, little secret...I knew that.
Q: You did?
FW: Yeah, I just knew I was flipping out a little bit over the holidays, and I didn't want Alex to think he had to do anything special while I was working out my issues so--
MW: Oh My God, that is SO ROMAN--
FW: Do NOT finish that. Please....
MW: BRIDGETTE! Over here!
FW: *sigh*
B: Well, hey, gals. What's going on here?
FW: NOTHING!
MM: I dunno, it was just me and Fire and then everyone started coming in.
B: This is nice. You know we should really do this like once a week. Just a little support group in this very masculine business y'all have chosen.
FW: No, we should not.
DM: I'm not one for the female bonding, normally, but it could be fun.
FW: No, it could not.
B: Oh, c'mon, sug....hanging around other women isn't so bad.
Conversation resumes and let's just say I have all the women of the OOWF there, except for these next two, in case I miss anyone. Edra walks in and sees all the women sitting there. They all hush when they see her, and there's an awkward moment. Edra goes to get a water, but Mai stands up.
MM: EDRA! er, POWER! Whichever, come...come join us!
There's a moment of hesitation, and some of the women join in with encouragement, so Power awkwardly walks over and pulls up a chair. There's a moment of discomfort...
MM: So...um....who's going to win the Invitational? It'd be great for one of us to do it.
MW: Well, Lexie and Fire are the only gir....uh, women still in it, so--
P: No they aren't....
All eyes turn to Edra. Edra looks straight at Fire, who is visibly uncomfortable, but tries to hide it.
P: Chloe's still in it. And she's in your bracket.
FW: That she is.
Uncomfortable silence.
MM: Well, um...between the THREE of you, I'd say we stand a chance. Alexis's bracket is really tough--
LD: Wannabes and hasbeens. Just like all those before who have tried to take advantage of me because of my name.
MW: Oooo...we could get Fire v. Alexis in the final!
DM: Don't count my brother out just yet.
FW: Don't worry I'm not.
P: No, but you are conveniently looking past one person.....
Again, silence falls. Eventually Fire speaks.
FW: I'm not looking past anyone. I'm focused on DK Murphy. I will....deal with the rest when it is time.
MM: Look, ladies I think we can agree with one thing about that bracket.
P: What's that?
MW: That epic douchebag, Chris Cubheart Evans, better not make it out.
There is a very united HERE HERE! and the raising of coffee and tea cups and water or soda bottles. Conversation resumes all the way around except for Power, who looks somewhat uncomfortable, but is trying to fit in, and Firewoman, who still seems to be dealing with some internal thing. Finally, she gets up quietly and slips away, unseen by anyone...maybe....
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 5, 2014 19:42:12 GMT -5
*fade back into the catering hall*
Voice: Ah, well, well, well, if it isn’t the leader of the Diva Brigade.
Fire: Cubby, you of all people should know what happens when I’m bothered during coffee time. So unless you’re here to just give up like the little puppydog that you are, I’d suggest you kindly fuck off. Or stay, I could really use a punching bag to get my frustrations out on.
Evans: Believe me, Fire, I know how you really wanna get your frustrations out, but I’ll pass. Believe me, we all know what kinda woman you are. Leopards never truly change their spots.
F: Okay, first off, Cubby, I don’t even wanna know what you mean by that. Mainly due to the fact that I’d like to eat again sometime in the next week or so. But if it was, believe me, you are nowhere close to getting with a woman like me, and you never will.
E: Like I said, I’m “Lionheart” Chris Evans. I’m used to getting filet mignon, not some dried-out roast beef that’s been passed around more than I even care to think about.
F: Promiscuity jokes, huh? Way to be original there. With comebacks like that, no wonder nobody even takes you seriously anymore.
E: Alright, lets just cut the shit, alright, Lisa? You and I both can’t stand each other, we both know that.
F: Understatement of the decade right there. You got a point?
E: Be that as it may, though, I don’t have any major issue with you , for the time being. Our paths are gonna cross again, though, don’t you worry. What I do know, though, is that we both got it in for that fucking cu…
(Fire slams Evans against the wall, holding her forearm onto his throat. She pulls out a lighter and lights it, holding it near Evans’ face)
F: Cubby, if you wanna make it to the end of this day, you’d be best to remember to never use that word in front of me again. Have I made myself clear??
E: Geez, alright, fair enough. Never actually cared much for the word myself, to be honest.
*Fire takes the lighter away from Evans’ face, closes it and puts the lighter away*
F: But if anyone’s worthy of that name, it’s that little Moosehead Jack wannabe, so that’s pretty much the only thing that we can agree on.
E: Not the only thing.
F: Really, and what else is that?
E: That we’re both winning, and getting the chance to prove once and for all who the better wrestler is.
F: Oh, I intend to.
E: Is that right? *batistalaughs* See ya next week, bitch.
*Evans walks away, in the direction of where the other women were sitting*
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 5, 2014 19:43:29 GMT -5
We see OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Matt Folz grabbing a hot chocolate from Catering because he does not drink coffee. As he's leaving, Chris Evans walks by him.
CE: Keep that belt warm for me. You know you aren't going to be half the champion I was. Hell, if this idiot General Manager didn't have his head up his ass, you would have never gotten a shot and that belt would be around my waist where it belongs.
Folz smirks.
MF: Is that your unique way of asking for a title shot old friend?
CE: Damn right it is. I'm the best fucking wrestler in this company and I deserve a shot.
MF: You're half right. You aren't the best wrestler in the company, that would be me. I was better than you before we were partners, I was better than you WHEN we were partners, and I still am. But you're correct that you do deserve a shot. I'm not you or Moose, I'm not going to duck anybody. You'll get your shot, but it's going to be on my terms. Oh, and do I have something special planned for you. Trust me.
CE: Any time, any place. You think I'm scared of you?
MF: Not at all. But if you were smart, you should be.
CE: So what is this match you have in mind?
MF: You'll find out when the time is right. Oh, and good luck in the invitational buddy, try not to choke like you do every year. Now if you'll excuse me.. you're in my fucking way.
The two former best friends glare at each other as they pass by. Folz continues walking down the hallway and sees his wife sitting with every other female in the company.
MM (Giving a friendly wave): Hi Matt.
MF: Hi Mai. (Turning his attention to Jaime) You know, if I were paranoid, I'd take it as a bad sign that my wife is sitting at a table with a group that all... with the exception of Mai... are either at best indifferent towards me or flat out despise me. Especially since that group includes all 3 of my opponents tomorrow night. Good thing I trust you huh?
JF: As well you should. It's just coffee, we're not discussing wrestling at all, and I'm madly in love with you. Besides, my shadow (Nodding to Nathaniel Tye sitting silently in the opposite booth) has been keeping a close eye on me. I was just finishing anyway, ready to go?
MF: In a moment.
Folz grabs a chair and sits down, nodding at Miranda, Daniella and Power.
MF: I owe all 3 of you an apology.
DM: Huh?
MF: Not for what I did to your father. That wasn't personal, but he was just in our way. I feel no remorse, nor do I ask any forgiveness for that. But I do owe all 3 of you an apology for not carrying my share of the promo load this week. This is going to be one HELL of a match and I don't want it to be overlooked.
Folz takes a sip before continuing.
MF: Power, I've been in the ring with you, I know how talented you were then and you've improved immensely since then. Daniella, I know you despise me, and quite frankly considering the circumstances, I don't blame you for that. But personal feelings aside, you're a hell of a wrestler. And Miranda? The best matches of my career have been with your father, and I see a ton of the same talent in you. Rest assured I'm not looking past any of you.
But, as talented as you all are and as bright as your futures are... none of you are yet on my level. I'm OOWF Heavyweight Champion, and I will continue to be for a long damn time. You'll all come out wanting to make a statement tomorrow, and I look forward to putting on one hell of a match. But at the end of the day, whether you admit it or not, I am just better than you.
Folz stands up to leave and then pauses and turns back to the table.
MF: Bridgette, I don't think we've officially ever met, nice to make your acquaintance. Martha, please pass my best to Stan. Mai, it's always great to see you. And Alexis and Fire? I'm not even going to pretend I have ever or will ever like either of you or anyone in your family. But if either of you or Alex wins the Invitational, you'd better be in the best shape of your life, because you know damn well I'll be ready for you.
Matt, Nate and Jaime leave as we.......... FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 5, 2014 19:45:43 GMT -5
Kiefer Sutherland Voice-over: “The following takes place between 10:00 PM and 11:00 PM local time on Tuesday.”
FADE in at the local watering hole in Deadhorse, Alaska. Sitting having a local beer is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s at a table with assorted locals playing what appears to be Texas Hold ‘Em.
Fulton is the big stack at the table and as the hour progresses he eventually busts out most of the table and ends up head-to-head against a shaggy biker-type (being in Alaska, probably not riding a bike but there’s really no ‘snowmobile-type’). On the last hand, the flop is 4s/Qh/As. Fulton checks; Shaggy bets big. Fulton calls and the turn is a 6s. Both men check. River is Ad. Fulton checks again and Shaggy smiles.
Sh: “I’m all in, tubby.”
SF: “Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I... guess I'll just have to call.”
Shaggy turns over Ac/2d... three Aces. Fulton turns over Ks/Js... Ace-high flush.
SF: (smiling) “Isn’t that a daisy.”
Sh: “Why, you son-of-a-bitch!”
Shaggy’s friends grab Fulton’s arms and haul him to his feet. Shaggy stands up and he’s about 6’8” but obviously not an athlete. Fulton continues to smile as Shaggy comes around the table.
Sh: “No one makes Ike Crawley look like a fool and get away with it.”
SF: “Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know, let's have a spelling contest.”
IC: “Why you...”
Ike takes a swing at Fulton, but Crusher is expecting it and pulls one of his arm-holders in front of him who takes the punch on the side of his head. He drops like a sack of flour and Fulton kicks Crawley in the gut; Fulton headlocks the guy on the other arm. Fulton kicks Crawley in the head and he drops to his knees. Fulton DDTs the guy he’s got in a headlock and then rolls to his feet.
Crawley is just getting to his feet and Fulton clotheslines him to the floor. Fulton climbs up on a bar stool... DROPLINE!
The whole room shakes and glassware drops to the floor in multiple locations. Fulton climbs to his feet and slowly takes the stacks of money... fairly earned... from the table.
SF: “I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear.”
Fulton turns and sees Martha Rodriguez is standing in the doorway having seen the whole incident.
MR: “You say anything about my bustle and you won’t make it back to the hotel.”
Fulton smiles, takes a nice stack of bills and hands it to the barman.
SF: “This should more than cover the damages, sir.”
Fulton and Martha turn to leave.
MR: “You know you have an IC title match tomorrow night?”
SF: “I know. C’mon. Let’s go find the Saints and see what they’re up to.”
Martha rolls her eyes as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 5, 2014 19:46:53 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is stretching before her match when a female interviewer pops the door open slightly.
Mai: Come in!
Interviewer: Aside from coffee with Fire, you’ve been hiding this week.
Mai: That’s not unintentional. Look, LD Williams is an amazing talent. The most decorated man in the company when you consider the records that count. There’s only one thing I have over him. That’s tape.
Mai gestures broadly to her TV, which has stacks of DVD cases and even a few VHS’s next to it.
Mai: I’ve been in this company for a little over two years. I’ve evolved my game a lot in that time. You want to know what I’m going to do in that ring, you’ve got five, maybe six months that will give you an idea, but it’s all still changing. That’s why it makes sense to go ask Stan about me rather than bother with the tapes.
LD Williams has gone through the evolutionary process, and now he’s refining. He cinches his headlock a bit tighter, he protects his neck a bit more on a suplex. But the arsenal isn’t changing. And I have nearly a decade of documentation of that arsenal.
Interviewer: And you think your study habits will put you over the top?
Mai: Goodness no. If I had great study habits, I would probably be in college now. What I have is heart. What I have is determination. What I have is faith.
What I have is absolute certainty that this championship (Mai raises her Intercontinental Championship) belongs to me. It has been held by great men and women before me, and will be held by great men and women after me. But as the Book of Ecclesiastes says – or given what happened this week, as the late Pete Seeger said – “To everything, there is a season.”
And this season…this cold, dark, winter season…this is the Winter of Mai Muyo. It’s Mai Time.
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Cut to Ecosystem, being interviewed later in the day by the same Interviewer.
Interviewer: Ecosystem, you’re moving on the Invitational to face Tommy Wilder, but not without some controversy.
Eco: I’m sure I don’t know what you could be talking about.
Interviewer: Well, during your opening round match against Power, you had the entire Dracul Brood beat Power down before the bell rang, you then raked her eyes, used a distraction by Chloe to choke Power with your tie, and then allowed Chloe to trip Power directly into pinning you.
Eco: That’s the whole story?
Interviewer: Excuse me?
Eco: I was asking if it was the whole story. I was asking if you remember the part after I took some liberties to win a match – you know, winning matches being the thing we do here, being in our job description. I was asking if you remember the part where after the match – you know, the part of our day where our contract doesn’t happen to require any violence – Power choked me out, speared me, Powerdrove me into the mat, and then swung a baseball bat into the Muyo Family Jewels.
But I’m sure it makes total sense that she thinks she needs revenge against me. Because I’m the malicious one, and she’s all business. Please.
Interviewer: Well, tonight you face Tommy Wilder, a man who got a recent victory over you—
Eco: Oh yes! I recall that victory! See, now you’re bringing up things I remember! See, I entirely recall Tommy Wilder coming in under a mask, hiding his face and taking advantage of my ignorance, opting to play pretend to lull me into a false sense of security, and then embarrassing me in front of all the people of Hell, Michigan, the site where I held one of MY first pay per views.
I remember that very well. In fact, I’m going to remember it especially well tonight. I will remember it with every punch I deliver, every kick I give, every stretch I lock in, every Endgame I execute.
Interviewer: Um…okay then, well—
Eco: And let’s be fair. Tommy Wilder is a fun guy. Sounds a lot like “fungi,” right? Because you know the joke: the bartender refuses to serve the talking mushroom, and he says, why not, I’m a fungi! What a lark!
See, it’s actually a happy coincidence. Because like fungi, fun guys infest our community. Fun guys bring about decay. Fun guys are an affliction to be treated. Men of business, law, politics – we remake the world. And all the fun guys who live in the moment, who encourage others to throw their lives away, Hakuna Matata Marijuana and all that – they keep us from our potential.
So tonight, I’m going to make an example of Tommy Wilder. And then I will go on to win the Corax bracket, then the semifinals, and then finally, I will take the one prize that has eluded me – the OOWF Invitational – and I will prove once and for all, what everyone knows in their hearts:
Eco’s Better.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 5, 2014 19:48:22 GMT -5
(As the SFJ leaves Mai Muyo's locker room there's another tap on the door. Power is dressed for her match and opens the door a crack.)
Power: Am I interrupting anything?
Mai: Edra, no, come on in.
Power: I just wanted to...to thank you for including me in your get together. It was nice, and so typically you.
Mai: Not at all, I know you keep hanging out by yourself. We don't even get to go to church together.
Power: I know, we should. It's just been...well, it's hard. I miss...family.
Mai: You always had your sister, and now being alone...
Power: It's not just that. I miss Mary Lou, Sunny, the twins – oh, you would love them, they're so active and happy and always smiling...well, most of the time. Being around you is fun, but...well...
Mai: It's not like having your sister, being on the other side of family.
Power: Exactly. And I've seen what your brother has done to you...and for you...and I wonder if I can really do what's needed. If I can get that dark, that tough.
Mai: Would you like my thoughts?
Power: YES, PLEASE! I've been so wrapped up in this that I don't know what to do.
Mai: Sit down.
(Mai and Power sit in comfortable chairs, and Power for once seems at ease.)
Mai: You remember the battles between us. Between Stan, me, and the Saints.
Power: (Head down) Yes, yes I do.
Mai: I never fell to Moose's level. I always tried to keep it within the rules. I would walk up to that line, but I would never cross it. The same with your sister. I did some things against Chloe that I'm not proud of, but I did my best. I never fell to their level.
Power: And they beat you. You lost.
Mai: I lost a match. But I kept my soul. You are playing a dangerous game, Edra Cox. Once you hit the point of no return, then your soul belongs to them. You will have given up everything. You will become what you wanted to save Chloe from. Then, no matter what happens in the ring, whether you win or lose the battle, they have won the war.
(There's a long silence between the two, and a tear trickles from Power's cheek.)
Power: I remember reading a book a long time ago by Harper Lee. One quote has stuck with me. It's kept me from doing a lot of things to people. To paraphrase, "to kill a mockingbird is a sin, all they do is sing their hearts out and make music for us to enjoy." Mai, you are that mockingbird. I treasure you and your friendship and the songs that you sing.
Mai: I have a horrible singing voice.
Power: It's a metaphor, Mai. You always speak the honest truth and speak it with love and it means an awful lot to me. You feel more like a sister to me than....
(Power drops her head and more tears fall. Mai takes her hand.)
Mai: You can't pick your family, but you can pick your friends. And I'm honored that you feel that way.
(An alarm goes off on Mai's cellphone)
Mai: Hey, time to get going here. Good luck out there. Matt's tough.
Power: I remember. This time it'll be my time...so to speak. Good luck with LD. You two will tear the house down.
Mai: Thanks.
(The two hug and Power leaves the room as we fade...)
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(Meanwhile in another part of the arena Moosehead Jack is having his hands and wrists taped up by Chloe)
Moose: Tonight is our night. Tonight we advance in the tournament. You will destroy Evans and then eventually it will be you and me in the semifinals.
Chloe: Against each other, Jack?
Moose: Yes, and you know what that will be for both of us?
Chloe: (Hesitating) What, Jack?
Moose: It would be your graduation. And you would prove to me that whatever the cost, even if you have to take me on, you would do whatever it took to bring gold to the Saints.
Chloe: Whatever?
Moose: You, me, Stank. The Saints deserve the gold, whoever holds it.
Chloe: Me?
Moose: Do whatever is necessary to win. Anything.
Chloe: Yes, Jack. For the Saints.
Moose: Trust me.
(Chloe continues wrapping Moose's hands as we fade for good)
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