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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:16:15 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Zephyr, Ontario, Canada June 25, 2014
Pick Your Poison Firewoman vs. Opponent of Chloe's Choice
Pick Your Poison Chloe vs. Opponent of Firewoman's Choice
Saints of Sinners vs. Texpress, Ghosthead & DK Murphy Wild Bunch & Banned From Everywhere vs. The Black Hand & Suicide Kings Christian Carter & Alexis Darling vs. Matt Folz & Mai Muyo Danny Taylor vs. Chris Evans Alexander Darling vs. Spider McNulty Ecosystem vs. Rory Albright
card subject to Ontario being annexed by Nunavut........or maybe it already has? You Canadians never tell us ANYTHING!
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:17:15 GMT -5
*DK Murphy is getting stitched up in the back when a Fed Ex guy walks in with a package, for which he signs and rips open, revealing a black shillelagh*
Fed Ex guy: Sorry, no return address on this
DK: No worries, mate. This one's a keeper.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:17:51 GMT -5
We see General Manager Nate Corbitt preparing to leave his office at the end of the show when Matt Folz angrily barges in.
MF: I'M FUCKING SICK OF THIS SHIT!!!
NC: Mr. Folz, what can I do for you?
MF: I want him one on one. Not another damn tag match he can duck me every chance he gets. Or at least a match where he can't run... what about that idea I sent to you?
NC: I talked it over with the executive committee, John Roberts said it has potential but we're not going to do it right now.
MF: FUCK! You don't understand, I'm not going to rest til he's lying in a pool of his own blood. If you don't get me and him in the ring one on one, and I mean quickly, I'll burn this fucking place down in order to accomplish that. You've been warned.
Folz walks out as we......FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:19:00 GMT -5
Immediately after the show, Fire comes practically BOUNCING into the Darling Luxury Suites.
FW: Did you SEE that? Did you fuckin' SEE THAT?
We see Alexander sitting on sofa, holding the picture frame of he and Fire on a beach. He looks up and answers quietly.
AD: Yes, Fire. Yes I did.
FW: Was that not the BEST thing ever? Oh my gods, she didn't even see it coming!
AD: Nope. No one did.
FW: I know!! I can't believe I pulled it off....I.....what's wrong?
Alex leans back on the couch, eyes closed, and takes a deep breath.
AD: So...faking the whole time?
FW: Yeah!!! I can't believe I was able to pull it off...Davin told me--
AD: Wait...Davin knew?
FW: Huh? Yeah! He was against it because he thought it might "damage my therapy" but....what?
AD: Fire....do you remember this?
He holds up the photo.
FW: Well, yeah...that was our third ceremo--
AD: Yes. The one with no cameras, no costumes, no drama. Just us, beach in Haiti. Simple.
FW: *mood deflating a bit* Yeah...it was a wonderful surprise you threw together.
AD: Do you remember what we promised?
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: Alex, it's not like--
AD: So, let's count. There's the big lie, that you are so terrified of Chloe that you're emotionally crippled--
FW: Alex, I--
AD: Should have told me? Yes, yes you should have. I could have helped--
FW: I needed it to be believable....I needed EVERYONE to think--
AD: Everyone except Davin....who else knew? Lucky?
FW: Not really....
AD: *angrily* Juni?
FW: NO! No one else, except....well, LD's momma figured it out....
AD: Ah....well, that doesn't surprise me. So why tell me the part about you having feelings for her?
FW: Well...I didn't want to hurt you....so I figured you should know...then...
AD: Ah...right...I was on a need to know basis.
FW: Well, yeah.....*Alex gives her a look*...I mean...kinda....
AD: Okay there's the big lie, but then all the little ones...is there anything else I need to know?
FW: Um.....
AD: Fire....
FW: Well....I guess....Dr. Freedman--
AD: OOOooooh, right. I'm guessing that he did NOT say I didn't have to come to your sessions anymore.
FW: No, he didn't say that.
AD: Or that, as much as I hate it with every cell in my body, that your coffees with Moose were no longer needed.
FW: No....
A thick silence falls. A thought suddenly occurs to Alex.
AD: Where is Dr. Freedman?
FW: Hm?
AD: Well, I suddenly don't believe what you told me about him being on vacation.
FW: No....I just....he would have figured it out in our sessions so I needed him to just...go away.
AD: Fire....where is he?
FW: He's KIND of on vacation....He deserves one. I can be a very exhausting client.
AD: Trust me, I know....Fire....
FW: I said he's on--
AD: WHERE is he on vacation, Fire.
FW: He's....in New Orleans.
AD: WHERE in New Orleans.
FW: He's ...staying... at our house.
AD: Staying?
FW: In the guest wing...
AD: We don't HAVE a guest wing.
FW: Sure we do...on the garden level.
Lucky comes in.
L: That's what Fire is calling the basement.
Alex stands and looks at Lucky, clearly angry that he appears to know things.
L: Before you get mad at me, Fire told me Dr. Freedman was getting on her nerves and she just needed a break. All I did was arrange his travel, she had..."other friends" take care of the rest. *Lucky looks at Fire angrily* I had no idea about...all the rest of this.
Alex looks at Fire.
AD: You lied to Lucky? I think that's the most shocking thing yet.
FW: I....
AD: Wait, no. This is: You kidnapped and imprisoned your psychiatrist in the basement of our house.
FW: Well, when you say it out loud...
AD: FIRE! Those are FELONIES!
FW: It's a NICE basement. Finished with carpet and stuff. And he could go outside and stuff so it's not like--
AD: Lucky...make sure everything is.....oh, just go fix that part.
L: I'm on it.
Lucky leaves. Fire and Alex sort of look at each other.
FW: Okay, so Dr. Freedman can come back now and--
AD: Do you seriously not see what the issue is here?
There's another long pause while it appears Fire is going over everything for the last, what, year?
AD: I wish you would have trusted me.
FW: Alex, you were, and still are, upset about Alexis, and I didn't want to bug you with that.
AD: I took a hell of a beating for this, you know.
For the first time, Fire actually does look like she is sorry. Alex walks over and hands her the photo.
AD: Come find me when you figure it out.
Alex walks into the bedroom.
FAAAAAAAADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:22:49 GMT -5
*DK Murphy is in a back room of the Destroyitarium with his new black shillelagh, around which he is wrapping barbed wire*
DK: Acushla, I can't wait to introduce you to The Saints. Dad, thanks for the present!
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:24:04 GMT -5
(Chloe comes bouncing into the Saints of Sinners locker room. It's apparent she's a little worse for wear following the beatdown by Firewoman, but she's got a smile a mile wide on her face. She's...humming as she packs up for the move to Zephyr. Stan Fulton walks by and taps on the door. Chloe waves him in, still packing.)
Chloe: Hi Stan!
Stan: Chloe. Are you alright?
Chloe: Never better.
Stan: You took a hell of a beating out there.
Chloe: I KNOW! Wasn't it wonderful?
Stan: I don't think I get you.
Chloe: (Finally turning to face Stan) That beatdown was more fun than actually pinning her. See, I pinned Lisa Darling, the good wifey, the one who wants to be a better person. But the one that beat me down, that was Firewoman. That's the one I've been wanting to face all along.
Stan: You WANTED the old Firewoman?
Chloe: Stan, you know that everyone here in the Saints wanted the old Firewoman back. Even you.
Stan: I know, but I apologized for even...
Chloe: Oh, Stan, don't worry. Sure, I was a little hurt at first, but then I realized why. Off the rails, full bore violent Firewoman is just what I wanted as well. This is what I really want.
Stan: You're gonna be OK inside the Hell in a Cell.
Chloe: Totally. Lots of pain in there. Whether it's hers or mine, that'll totally butter my popcorn.
(Chloe buttons up her baggage)
Stan: This week, Pick your Poison. Who are you picking?
Chloe: Well, I know who I'd LIKE for it to be...but the Saints promised to stay out of this...
Stan: You mean you promised not to bring the Saints into this.
Chloe: Same thing. Anyway, I know Stank or LD wouldn't do it, and as much fun as it would be, I won't ask Moose to do it, and I wouldn't take advantage of our friendship by asking you to do it.
Stan: So who....
Chloe: Ah, ah, ahhh. Prying eyes.
Stan: OK, but can they do the job?
Chloe: I know they'll love the opportunity. Could'ya help me with this?
Stan: Sure. Jack's Mustang is out front.
Chloe: I'll be right there.
(Stan picks up the bags and heads out the door. Chloe grabs her cell phone and dials a number.)
Chloe: Hi! We need to talk....
(Chloe walks out the door talking on the phone as the scene fades.)
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:25:42 GMT -5
*Stan Fulton walks outside with Chloe's bags when he spies a bloody and beaten Moosehead Jack laid out on the hood of his Mustang. DK Murphy stands over him holding his black, barbed wire, and now blood covered shillelagh, Acushla. Stan drops the bags and draws out Bloody Mary. He holds the axe-handle over his shoulder and advances toward DK Murphy when he STRUCK on the side of his head by an ornate, sledgehammer (name pending) wielded by Ghosthead!
Stan drops Bloody Mary and to one knee as Ghost raises the sledgehammer up and brings it down HARD on Fulton's shoulder which puts the big man down all the way, in a cry of pain! Ghost then strolls over to where Fulton dropped his axe-handle and picks it up while Stan writhes on the pavement.
The OOWF World Champion gazes at Bloody Mary without emotion and strolls back over to Stan where he starts beating him unmercifully to the point where the axe-handle starts to live up to its namesake. Ghost finishes administering his beating and seeks to punctuate it with one last blow from his un-named sledgehammer to Stan's side which ends up glancing off of Crusher's hip after he moves to avoid taking it in the ribs.
Satisfied, Ghost squats down by Stan as he writhes, and dips his hand in the big man's blood. He stares at the blood smeared on his hand with apathy then paints the symbols for "Ghosthead Killer" across his own previously unpainted face. He looks up at DK Murphy who has stood by Moosehead Jack's unconscious form the whole time watching Ghosthead work. They nod to one another then part their separate ways.
The camera lingers on Moose slightly stirring by his cracked windshield, an apparent point of impact, and a bloodied Stan Fulton writhing as he moans a bit in pain, before the camera finally fades to black.*
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:28:15 GMT -5
*DK walks into the Destroyitarium, Acushla on his shoulder, and Ashley brings him a bottle of Jamesons and 2 glasses*
DK: Joining me in a toast?
Ash: No, but someone else is.
*Daniella Murphy walks out from the back of the Destroyitarium, carrying a similar shillelagh*
DK: Slainte!
*The Murphys down a shot*
DK: You cleared to wrestle?
Dee: So far the docs say no. But I'm getting close.
DK: You were a little agitated talking to Fire the other day.
Dee: I can't change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to.
DK: I know. So it goes.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:28:36 GMT -5
<a stitched up Moose is sitting at a dive bar staring into his drink when LD and Stank walk in and sit down on either side of him. They get their drinks and for a few minutes the Saints sit in silence>
LD: You've been awfully quiet lately
Sta: Yeah Jack, what's going on, Murphy laid you out and you didn't try to murder him for revenge
MHJ: Nothing
LD: Bull. Jack, we've been down too many roads together, you can't lie to us
MHJ: <taking a long drink from his whiskey and pouring another> This thing with Fire and Chloe......I don't know what to do
Sta: I don't know that there is anything you CAN do
LD: Chloe wanted this
MHJ: And Fire needs this, but still.....
Sta: Chloe can handle it
MHJ: I know she can.
LD: Beside, it can't be any worse than when you and Fire feuded and you both survived that
MHJ: No.....see, that is where it is different. I didn't want to destroy Lisa. I wanted to prove to her that she could be the best. It wasn't about ending her. Chloe will push her as far as she can, and then a little further. Fire will fight back with everything she has because she wants to destroy Chloe. They are in a dangerous game of one up, one of them isn't going to make it out
LD: So what can we do?
MHJ: Nothing. Sit back and watch it.
Sta: And what about Murphy?
MHJ: What about him? I am going to hit him so hard, I am going to hit him really hard
Sta: Seriously?
MHJ: What is there left to say Lucas? I underestimated Murphy. I didn't think he had it in him.
LD: It sounds like you are conceding defeat here Jack.....what's going on?
MHJ: <taking another drink> Make no mistake about it. I am going to go to that ring and I am going to hurt Murphy. But something is different. When I was feuding with Darling, I didn't HAVE to hurt him, I WANTED to hurt him. With Murphy......I HAVE to hurt him......I HAVE to beat him, if I can't..........
LD: If you can't........
<Moose just looks at the two of them and doesn't say anything, he finishes his drink, gets up and walks away>
LD: Never thought I would see the day......Murphy is in Jack's head
Sta: OBJ taught him well.....but it's more than that
LD: What else could it be?
Sta: Jack and Fire are on the same page now, more so now than since the days of the Five. Chloe is threatening that.....but Jack knows Chloe has to do this, she has to prove herself, and he knows he has to stay out of it
LD: That sounds like a whole lot of emotion for Moosehead Jack
Sta: yeah......it does happen now and then
LD: And Murphy?
Sta: Murphy is the elephant in the room. No matter who it has been, Alex, Crete, Poe, whoever, Moose has been able to fight them toe to toe. Murphy is getting the better of him and he is not dealing with it well. I went through the same thing with Davin, he had my number and it pissed me off to no end, and made me question whether I should keep going
LD: Wait....you think Moose would actually walk away?
Sta: <taking a long time to answer> I don't know. This is what he knows, this is ALL he knows. He has to figure out how to get the best of Murphy......give Stan and Chloe a call.....I think we need to teach Mr. Murphy a lesson
<LD pulls his cell out of his pocket and we fade>
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:30:16 GMT -5
Matt Folz storms out of Nates office and heads down the hallway. Cursing while kicking a few garbage cans along the way, he turns down a section of the arena out of sight from anyone around and doesn't see the strategic attack from behind as a blow connects and he goes down. Christian Carter is seen as Folz slowly gets to his hand and knees only to get kicked in the gut. Jason Allen and Jose Reyna grab Folz and hold him on his knees as he looks up at Carter.
MF: I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Carter just balls his hand in a fist and strikes Folz right in the mouth. Blood starts to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
MF: Is that all you got? My wife hits harder than that!
Carter strikes him again while saying nothing.
MF: I coukd do this all day asshole!
He spits the blood that has now filled his mouth landing on Carters suit. This just enrages Carter just more and again strikes Folz...this time Folz doesn't speak you can tell that last hit hurt Folz bad...he is starting to see darkness only to wake up with a slap across the face.
Alexis Darling stand above him...
AD: Were we about to sleep Matt? Not until we tell you you can.
With shortness in his breath Folz starts to speak somewhat murmuring his words.
MF: Fu...uuk......Yo...uuu...
AD: Do you kiss your wife with that mouth? Matt when are you gonna get it through your thick head, Christian will never accept your challenge. Your beneath him. Quit trying to get the match...let it go!
Reyna starts humming Let it Go from Frozen...
JA: Really?
Jose catches himself and stops.
JR: Damn you Disney from coming up with catchy tunes.
Carter comes back into view...
CC: Both of you shut it...next someone will start singing Oklahoma again and then all hell will break loose.
Justin Sane comes into view..
JS: Ooooookl...
Alexis stuffs a five dollar bill down his throat as he stops grabs the bill and walks away happy.
AD: Matt...just give up this stupid goose chase...it will never happen...I won't allow it. This is your last warning or believe me the next time we make a visit to Jamie. Now you can sleep. Good night.
With that, Carters fist comes down again on the semi-conscious Folz. This time Folz is out. Reyna and Allen drop him as he lays still.
The Kings walk away as Reyna looks at Allen...
JR: Hey Jason...
JA: What?
JR: Do you want to....
AD: if that line has anything to do with snowmen, I'll lay you out next to Folz....
Fade.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:31:36 GMT -5
Renata Younger: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the technical difficulties during the Fatal-Four-Way at Mayhem; we now present a Mayhem Rewind.
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RORY ALBRIGHT vs. CHRIS EVANS vs. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. SPIDER MCNULTY
The first person to come out for this four-man match is…Ecosystem? Ecosystem comes down the ramp in full suit, slapping hands with the fans. He takes a headset and sits down by the announcers.
Eco: Russ, Razz, how are you folks doing? Russ: Junichiro, why in the world are you out here? Eco: You know, Russ, I’m a veteran, but I’m still always learning. We’ve got a couple new faces here, and I want to get up close and see what these guys are all about. Russ: So it has nothing to do with you trying to sign Chris Evans? Razz: Whoa, Russ, what’s with the third degree? The man just told you why he’s down here.
Chris Evans happens to come out first to boos, ignoring the fans and sliding into the ring, locking eyes with Ecosystem at the booth. Rory Albright is out next with Trouble in tow and commands Evans’ attention back to him…Spider then approaches the ring slowly, looking at all the participants warily…finally, Alexander Darling comes out to a big pop, and starts throwing blows immediately at Evans as the bell rings…
Evans and Darling are matching up and throwing blows, going to the outside of the ring. Rory has gotten the better of Spider in the ring, tossing him with suplexes, but Spider dodges a charge in the corner and Spider takes Rory down post-collision…similarly, Alexander has the better of Evans on the outside, until Evans drop-toeholds a charging Alexander into the steel steps…Spider actually locks Rory down in the Caught In The Web claw out of nowhere, and Rory is far from the ropes, but Evans comes in and breaks it up with a sharp kick.
Evans begins to kick Spider around the ring, finally tossing him with a release German – and rises right into a running boot from Rory!...Albright tries to get a couple cheap pins, both near falls, and rises off his second on Spider right into a flying springboard clothesline from Alexander Darling….Darling is wailing away on Albright, and the two roll out of the ring, trading forearms…Evans finally gains his bearings, and showing a flash of energy, dives outside the ring and takes Darling and Albright down. Ecosystem jumps out of his chair to applaud Evans, but Evans just makes an annoyed face at him as he rises and turns back toward the ring…
…right into a baseball slide from the Spider! McNulty jawjacks Evans, then hooks him up and Olympic slams him right across the announce table! McNulty rolls Albright back into the ring and goes to work on him there…McNulty has control over Albright briefly, even locking in another Caught In The Web, but Alexander makes his way back into the ring (after a stiff uppercut to Evans outside) and breaks it up. Alexander is delivering shots back and forth between Spider and Rory, but Spider reverses one wild swing into an armdrag, and Rory clotheslines Alexander over the ropes and out of the ring! Didn’t expect that teamwork.
It ends quickly as Rory and Spider go to work on each other, but Rory back bodydrops Spider over the ropes to the floor! Rory turns around, right into a bicycle kick from Chris Evans! Evans tosses Rory out…but Rory holds on to the ropes and Evans turns around cockily into an enziguri! Evans is out on his feet, but Rory falls to the floor with the shot, however…just as Alexander slips back into the ring! Alexander Darling pulls Evans over the back – DARK DARLING RISING! Alexander goes for the cover, 1-2-3, he got him!
Winner in 8:43…Alexander Darling!
Alexander rolls out of the ring, celebrating his victory with the fans as Spider and Rory collect themselves on the floor. The commentators remark on the excellent timing of the veteran Alexander, but Eco quietly rises from the commentary booth. Ecosystem rolls into the ring and sits by Chris Evans with a microphone.
Eco: (singing) “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus…but he talks like a gentlemen…like you imagined when you…were young.”
Eco rolls out of the ring before Evans sits up.
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Renata Younger: I’m standing here with Ecosystem. Eco, what kind of message were you sending to Chris Evans?
Eco: You know, Renata, I understand why Evans is so slow to give me a response regarding my offer. I have a reputation around here. They say that I poison hearts, turn brother against brother. We’d better not start taking Junichiro seriously again, oh no! That way must lead to death and destruction for everyone!
But I know better. And the great fans of Zephyr, Ontario (cheap pop) know better!
What do I do to the people whose hearts I “poison?” I made Voltage – Voltage, of all people – a Tag Team Champion. I took Tytan to the World Championship. I made Stan Fulton a Grand Slam Champion. Even if you can’t do algebra, even if you failed chemistry, everyone can understand this equation: Mediocrity plus Junichiro Muyo equals Success.
Evans doesn't think he's mediocre. All the better. How much higher he will fly with my wind beneath his wings.
Now Renata, I choose my words deliberately, and that goes double for my lyrics. When Chris Evans was a young man with big dreams, he dreamed about having a beautiful woman on each arm and the title around his waist. Adulation was his Messiah, and I don’t look a thing like that Jesus, now do I? But his days of youth are drawing to a close, Renata. You don’t pass a half-decade and carry the banner of the New Guard.
So like so many young men and women who assess what they see in the mirror too fondly, he may have to settle.
I'm not a beautiful woman, Renata. But I will speak like a gentleman to Chris Evans. And how many people are lining up to do that?
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:32:46 GMT -5
We see Jose Reyna walking by himself, singing "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" from the Lion King. He turns the corner to the Hallway of Backstage Attacks and goes down from a hard kendo stick shot to the spine. Matt Folz smirks as he stands over him.
MF: Hi Jose.
Folz swings again and you hear a huge breaking sound as he connects with Reyna's arm.
MF: Fuck man, that sounded like it hurt. Did that hurt Jose?
Jose just grunts in pain.
MF: I'll take that as a yes. Stay focused though, I need you to take a message to Carter for me. Ah fuck it... I'll just tell him myself.
Folz takes a home run swing and blasts Reyna right in the face. You can see blood pouring from his broken nose before he slumps to the floor completely unconscious.
MF: Shit, I'll wonder if I'll lose the Face of the Year trophy because of this? (Shrugs) Ah well. Yo, camera guy, get a close up on me.
The camera zooms in.
MF: Listen to me Christian, I know you're watching. Until you man up and sign the damn contract, we have a war going on now. Consider this the first shot.
Folz spits on an unconscious Reyna and walks off as we........ FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:33:59 GMT -5
Firewoman is walking down the hall. She acknowledges the INC.
FW: Hi kids. I'm sure you are wondering where I've been. You know, hugging trees, dancing around fires...it was the Solstice after all. You're also probably wondering if I saw Chloe all bouncy and happy, completely disregarding the beating I gave her. Oh, she talks a good game, but you don't spend your entire life from puberty on going in and out of mental hospitals without learning a thing or two, and THAT, my friends, is a woman who is desperately over compensating for something. Underneath all that bravado....tsk tsk....Chloe is still that little girl, crying cos the big girls won't let her play with them.
Fire stops smiling.
FW: Well, I'm done playing, CLIO. I let you stalk and terrorize my friends for weeks...did you really think there wouldn't be pay back? Oh look, here's one of your little friends now....
We peek around the corner and see Ember Blackpool doing...well, something. Who cares. He isn't watching a roving INC, and doesn't notice the clangy pole being swung through the air until it lands square across his back. Lots of times. He collapses in a heap, as Fire continues to unleash her pent up rage.
FW: Tell your boss that this is just the beginning. She will be very, VERY sorry.
Fire takes the barely conscious Blackpool's left hand and produces a zip tie. She puts it around his wrist and attaches it to a conveniently placed hand rail and secures it Very Tightly.
FW: This should blacken that hand nicely. Don't want you to get accused of false advertising now.
Fire pats Ember on his head.
FW: You know, I dig the name. You were always my favorite.
Fire pats Ember on the head again and practically skips back to the Darling Luxury Suites.
FW: Hi Lucky.
L: Fire...the poll has chosen your new theme music.
FW: Did you make the call?
L: I did, and allow me to just go on record as saying this is a very bad idea.
FW: Duly noted. And....?
Lucky looks at her, somewhat sadly, somewhat apprehensively, and sighs.
L: He's in.
Fire smiles evilly.
FW: That so totally sparkles with me!
FAAAAAAAAAAAADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:36:00 GMT -5
(The four members of the Wild Bunch – Tommy Wilder, Miranda Williams, Shane Tuska and Power are at Ric's catching up on the weekend and talking strategy. They see Fire's promo. Tommy and Miranda are smiling, Tuska's face doesn't change, while Power shakes her head.)
Power: She doesn't get it.
Miranda: What do you mean?
Power: She's playing right into my sister's hands. That's what I was trying to tell her. With my sister, you can't....
(Power is interrupted by a loud bray. She turns and sees Awesome Bill astride his donkey, and Justin riding a stick pony. Both are still wearing their detective outfits with Holmesian hats and fake mustaches. Ellie May and Artic McBearington are both following with the cooler. Power facepalms.)
ABFD: We's here.
Power: We see that, Bill. What...
ABFD: I figured we needed one'a them strategerie sessions before we wrassles with your sisters boyfriends and them Kings of sewercide.
Power: Strategerie....
ABFD: We's been so busy with this detec-e-tive case trying to find out who dun runded down Danny that boy whut don't talk that we has been shirking our in the ring things. Ain't that right, Justin.
(Justin is just staring at Miranda.)
Miranda: Justin, do you have any ideas?
Justin: No, nothing at all. Can I borrow....
(Miranda hands him three tooneys)
Miranda: There, Justin.
Justin: What's this?
Miranda: They're toonies.
ABFD: They some sort of cartoon thing?
Power: No, they're Canadian money. Two dollar coins.
Justin: But I just needed five dollars.
Miranda: Then give me a loonie.
(Justin gets a panicked look on his face and then grabs Drunkey's reigns and gives them to Miranda.)
Miranda: What are you doing?
Justin: Here, you take Drunkey and Bill and we're even.
Miranda: But I just need a loonie.
Justin: We've been doing this for two years now. You think he's sane?
Power: No, you're Sane.
ABFD: He is?
Justin: I is?
ABFD: Hot damn, now we doesn't have to worry bout them guys with the butterfly nets anymore.
Power: BILL! Can we get back to the strategerie..the stragitiz..the...
Tommy: Dudette, chill. Billy boy, what's your plan?
(Bill turns to Ellie and Arctic, who begin distributing boxes to everyone at the table. Power opens the box and pulls out a garlic wreath.)
Power: What the...
ABFD: That's pacifically designed to scare off them Shark Draculas what your sister's hanging around with these days...
(Power sets the garlic aside and reaches into the box and pulls out...)
Power: A pork chop?
Justin: It was supposed to be a steak, but steak's $10.99 a pound...
(The other members of the Wild Bunch are stifling laughter as Power sets the pork chop aside and next pulls an a Bernzomatic torch kit.)
Power: I don't...
ABFD: That's what to run that ol' Blackpool guy out of Canadia and back to England.
(Power reached into the box and pulls out a rubber mallet.)
Power: I'm afraid to ask...
Justin: Oh, Bill said we needed something to crown those Kings. And I thought....
Power: Excuse me.
(Power stands up from the table.)
Miranda: Where are you going?
Power: I need something to head off this headache I'm getting.
ABFD: Shoot, we got the answer to your headache.
Power: NO, Bill. I need to be awake by Wednesday.
(Power walks toward her locker room while most of the Wild Bunch is laughing and Tuska is shaking his head and smiling. Not laughing is Chloe, who is in the Saints of Sinners locker room having just watched Fire's promo. She is smiling and her face is flush with excitement.)
Bravo, Fire. Nice job. But yeah, you've been in enough looney bins with nutjob doctors to know a thing or two. But know this. In case you haven't been paying attention, I love pain. Whether it's yours or mine. It's my hucklebuck. And whether it's YOU doing the pounding or ME, I can guarantee one thing. This night will be very satisfying for me.
Trust me.
(Chloe's phone rings. She picks it up and smiles.)
You in? Remember, you owe me at least this. Perfect. Thank you! Buh bye...
(Chloe hangs up the phone)
Oh, you're gonna have such a good time on Wednesday.
(Chloe begins laughing insanely as the cameras fade.)
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:38:17 GMT -5
Fire is SITTING~! peacefully enjoying an afternoon cup of some sort of latte drink. Moose walks up and swings a leg over the chair to sit in front of her.
MHJ: I know what you're doing.
FW: I am drinking my latte. Did you know you can make a whiskey-sriracha-caramel latte? It's deli-
MHJ: Not that. With Chloe.
FW: Really. What am I doing?
MHJ: It's not going to work, Fire.
FW: It already HAS worked, Moose. Now, go away.
MHJ: What do you mean?
FW: Look, I saw what Power said. I saw what Chloe said. She likes pain? Good, that will make this next couple of weeks just as much fun for her as it will be for me.
MHJ: It's exactly what she wants, Fire.
FW: See, here is what you and Power, and even your little girlfriend don't understand. I don't CARE what she wants. This...this is about what I want, and when I want it. I make the rules. The fact that she's playing by them just makes my life easier.
MHJ: That...doesn't even make sense, Fire....
FW: Moose...who are you worried about. Me? Or your pet?
MHJ: .......
FW: Exactly.
Fire takes her latte and walks away.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:40:39 GMT -5
<Moose sits there for a moment, then quickly gets to his feet, knocking his chair over. Everyone stops what they are doing and looks at Moose, realizes it is Moose, then shrugs and goes back to drinking. Moose storms out of catering and heads down the hall. As he is storming through the arena, SFJ13 tries to stop him, but he just shoves her aside. As he is walking, Jack stops by the Saints locker room and comes out with HDB. He stalks down the halls a bit more, rounds the corner and sees DK Murphy standing there.
Jack launches himself at Murphy and hits him with a BUISAKU KNEE to the back of the head! DK lurches forward, falls over the merchandise table and hits the floor. Moose is immediately on him raining punches down on his face. Jack pulls DK to his feet and slams him face first into the wall, pins him there with his forearm across his throat and rakes HDB across DK's face, drawing cries of pain, and copious amounts of blood. As DK staggers away, Moose slams the bat across the back of Murphy's knee dropping him to the floor. Moose grabs a chair and slams it down on DK's knee repeatedly. Murphy is a bloody mess, groaning in pain, but Moose is not quite done yet.
Jack rolls DK onto the table, lifts him up and hits a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE! DK is no longer moving. SFJ13 has caught up to the attack and is standing there with her jaw on the floor. Moose gets to his feet and glares into the camera, practically spitting his words>
MHJ: I tried......I tried giving a shit......I FUCKING TRIED! And this is what I get? I am sick and fucking tired of it all! I AM DONE! Murphy? Murphy, when you regain consciousness I want you to watch this. I want you to stop, and I want you to listen. I want you to hear the words that are coming out of my mouth. Son, I am DONE playing with you. DONE. This week I get my first chance, but I don't care about Mayhem. At the pay per view, Crucible Match......<Moose looks into the camera with a crazed look in his eyes and speaks softly and slowly> DK, hear what I am saying. I am going to hurt you. I am not saying that to scare you, I know I don't scare you. I am not threatening you, threats mean nothing at this point. Murphy, I am PROMISING you, I. Will. Hurt. You.
You wanna know why? Because I am Moosehead Fucking Jack, it's what I do. You don't like it? Try and fucking stop me.
You'll be just another victim.
Trust me
<Moose turns and kicks Murphy one last time, then stands over him and stares down at him, reaches up and starts tearing the stitches from DK's attack out of his forehead. Soon blood is dripping off Moose's head landing on DK's chest. Moose smirks, then walks off laughing like a bloody madman>
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:42:24 GMT -5
We come up in the Destroyatorium, and see Victor Deniro and Danny Taylor sitting at a table in the back, both men are very animated, and it is obvious that we are catching them in a middle of an argument. As the camera pans in, we see Danny slam a fist down on the table before crossing his arms, his face red. Victor sits back and is somewhat red faced himself.
DVD: I'm just saying, they have always been a little violent, and prone to personality problems. Maybe one of them thought taking you out would allow them to cross to this new darker style they have adopted easier.
Danny leans in and locks eyes with Victor, and slowly shakes his head no, and then slams the table again, causing Victor to jump a little bit. Victor lets out a sigh.
DVD: Fine, I'll leave the Murphy's alone.
There is an uncomfortable pause as both men try to calm their tempers. Victors face changes from irritation, to sadness. His next words come out as a mere whisper
DVD: I really don't want it to be them, just so you know.
Danny hears this, and his own anger fades and he slowly nods as well. He lightly taps on his heart before gripping his hand into a fist.
DVD: Okay, I'll go with your gut on this, but I'm sure we both can agree that your opponent this week is definetly a top suspect?
Danny nods in agreement, and then holds up three fingers.
DVD: No kidding, he's definetly a top three suspect. I can think of few others in this company that would have both the motive and the necessary mindset. The question now becomes How do we find out if Evans is our culprit?
Danny shrugs and then makes the outline of a ring and then taps three times on the table.
DVD: I suppose that's a start. Beating him in the ring could set him off, make him spout off some info we haven't heard before. Even if it doesn't, seeing Evans lose to you really never does get old.
Danny smiles, and it seems like the argument we started with is now forgotten as the two men fistbump and we..
FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:43:21 GMT -5
*Hallway of clearly planned encounters*
Fire is making her way to the Darling Locker Room after her confrontation with her brother when a shadow starts creeping towards her.
Fire: I said all I wanted to say brother.
Lexie: I'm not your brother.
Fire turns with daggers in her eyes and ready for a fight but as she turns she realizes Lexie isn't alone. Jason & Jose are both with her.
Fire: Couldn't face me alone Lex?
Lexie: I'm not here to face you like that?
Fire: Because you can't.
Lexie: Really not going to get into that with you this time Fire.
Fire: Fine, then what do you want?
Lexie: Pick me.
Fire: Excuse me?
Lexie: PICK ME.
Fire: Pick you for what?
Lexie: Chloe's poison.
Fire: Say wha...
Lexie: I want to get my hands on her and end her miserable existence.
Fire: You want me to trust you enough to do that...after everything you've put your brother through.
Lexie: That's classic coming from you. Who's the one lying to him? Who's the one who continues to say she's changing and yet...you know what, it doesn't matter. No matter what you may think of me or what I've done, the thing you need to know is I hate Chloe almost as much as you do. So, put me in the ring with her and your little clone problem will go away.
Fire: And how do I know this isn't some sort of plan...
Lexie: Give me some credit Fire. Would I ever align with Chloe and her puppet master. You know me better than that.
Fire: At one time I thought I did.
Lexie walks up real close to Fire who tries to stay as calm as possible as Lexie whispers in her ear...
Lexie: Maybe you still do. But you do know what I'm capable of.
Fire: I'll think about it.
Lexie: Good. Tell Alex, his day is still on the horizon.
Fire just shakes her head as she walks away.
*Fade*
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:44:53 GMT -5
*DK Murphy is in a back room of an unlicensed bar where potentially hypothetically unlicensed immigrants were celebrating Mexico's win in the World Cup*
DK: Moosehead Jack, thank you for the wake-up call.
*DK drinks from a bottle of Negra Modelo and belches*
DK: Sorry, mate, forgot I don't speak much Spanish besides "Mas cerveza por favor!"
DK: So you know what...I am going to bust out an old catch-phrase..."Fear Us" and the "Us" you should fear is me, myself, and I, plus I have listened to my sister and I have started listening to Jack of the Hinterlands, so he might just be along for the ride.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:45:30 GMT -5
<Moose is watching OOWFtv and see's DK's promo and starts laughing his evil laugh>
MHJ: OH LAWDY! DK IS LISTENING TO JACK OF THE HINTERLANDS! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!?!?!?!?! <getting serious> Listen up and listen up good boy, you better listen to Jack of the Hinterlands, Genghis Khan and Vlad the Impaler. You better fucking listen to every single one of them, and heed their warning. Don't fuck with me boy, or you will be in for a WORLD of hurt.
<Moose takes a drink of whiskey and smirks>
And if your sister decides she wants to get involved? This time I will rip her fucking arm off and beat her to death with it.
Trust me
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:46:28 GMT -5
Firewoman is STANDING~! at the OOWF Interview spot.
SFJ: Fire, you're...well, is it safe to say "You're back?"
FW: It's never safe to assume anything about me, and that's what little Clio is going to find out.
SFJ: Lots of people speculating on who you've chosen to be her opponent for Pick Your Poison.
FW: Let them speculate. Suffice it to say, I have chosen someone whose talents for in ring psychology and violence surpass my own. And that's saying something.
SFJ: Does anyone know? Alex?
FW: It's not Alex, although that's a good guess. He's awfully vicious when suitably motivated.
SFJ: Have you two made up? Did you tell him--
FW: I know that the INCs follow us around everywhere for some reason, but it's really none of your business what goes on between us.
SFJ: I saw you and your brother had words agai--
FW: When DON'T we. But I think it's instructive, or should be, that he is VERY concerned about what I'm up to, so as to not hurt his little pet. However, he's shown very little concern as to what she is up to. Think about that, Clio. He's way more concerned about what I might do to you, than what you think you can do to me.
SFJ: It seems like--
FW: Look, Clio's problem ... well, one of them ... is her constant comparison of the Saints to the Five. She knows she doesn't measure up--
CM from off stage: HEY!
FW: -- and that eats at her. It keeps her awake at night. She would never have been asked to be part of the Five, and she knows it, no matter how much she fawns over Moose. There is one and only one Five.
SFJ: Lots of people get nervous with that talk.
FW: *batistalaugh* Well, considering Poe and I can't be in the same room without ripping each other's heads off, they have little to worry about. But if there was a need, I'm sure we could manage for a short time. But that need hasn't arisen. Can I go now?
SFJ: Sure.
FW: Wait, one more thing...Clio? It doesn't matter who you put in my way Wednesday night. I am coming for you and all your allies. ALL of them. And then I'm coming for you.
SFJ: Wait...even the ones who are your friends?
Fire simply glares at the SFJ and storms away.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:49:16 GMT -5
Spider McNulty, standing to the side of the soundstage gets a rough shoulder from Firewoman as she storms off set. He watches her go with his trademark smirk and then steps up to the SFJ and the OOWF banner.
SFJ: Mr. McNulty, we weren't expecting--
McNulty: Yo, Legs, I ain't exactly full of surprises. Hard to tip toe about when you weigh 280 pounds. Shane and Power are doin' their thing, so I thought I'd give this a shot. (he admires the SFJ's legs) Nice... set you got here.
McNulty chuckles slightly at his own joke.The SFJ nods at the camera and shrugs.
SFJ: Your thoughts on the Fatal Fourway match last week?
McNulty: Ah hell, it was a hoot. I ain't all lungs like I used to be, but I got along alright. OOWF has got some tough guys strappin' up boots, an' I intend on testin' whomever I can, whenever I can, doll. That fourway dance was just me gettin' my feet in the water.
SFJ: Your opponent this week, Alexander Darling--
McNulty: Ayuh, how about that guy? Seems like he keeps bad company, but he's married to Firewoman, so he's gotta be tough. Lots of fancy moves an' all that. Looks like he could use some steak and potatoes in his diet, though. (chuckles)
SFJ: Your long time friend and former tag team partner Shane Tuska has recently been teamed with Power, and they've proven to be quite a pairing. Has this left you feeling like...
McNulty raises and eyebrow.
McNulty: Like a third wheel? Naw. Shane's had so many troubles and bad times, he needs somebody like Power. She's cracked the shell on a pretty dark egg. It's a good thing, by my estimation. And to be honest, Shane ain't much for conversation, let alone bein' my wingman, so I say more power to 'em. Ha. Pun intended, babe.
He gives the SFJ a look, up and down.
McNulty: Lemme ask you somethin', sweetheart. When's the last time somebody bought you a steak dinner?
Now the SFJ raises an eyebrow.
SFJ: Mr. McNulty, I'm a vegetarian.
McNulty: Yer kiddin'. Big healthy girl like you?
The SFJ's mouth drops open. Spider chuckles again.
McNulty: Just kiddin' with ya. I been strikin' out a lot lately, just tryin' to make light of the circumstances.
The SFJ looks at the camera and leans in, her head tilted down. Her hair obscures her face slightly.
SFJ: (quietly) Ask again when the camera goes off.
McNulty raises his eyebrow again and smirks into the camera. He quickly pulls at his freshly-dyed beard and feigns seriousness.
SFJ: Ahhh... anything you'd like to add, Mr. McNulty?
McNulty: Uh, yeah, uh... Ah hell, I'm hungry. Let's blow this popcorn stand, toots.
The SFJ makes the "cut" sign to the camera as we...fade.
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:51:00 GMT -5
*DK Murphy is in the Destroyitarium, with a pint of Guinness and Acushla, his barbed-wire wrapped shillelagh, when Daniella Murphy walks in.
DK: Well, look what the wind blew in.
*Ashley begins pouring another pint, carefully, because the Destroyitarium always pours pints correctly*
Dee: You know OOWF medical hasn't cleared me yet.
DK: I know.
Dee: When they do, I will make Moosehead Jack and the pieces of crap who kiss his ass regret the day they were born. Meanwhile, Uncle Tadh sent a present..
*Daniella hands DK a flask, from which he takes a sip*
DK: Damn! That is weapon strength poteen! With that on board, I can do some serious damage!
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:51:47 GMT -5
We see Matt Folz walking down a hallway when Scheme Gene catches up to him.
SG: Matt, care to comment on Christian Carter's refusal to sign the contract you gave him?
MF: Well Gene, I'm disappointed but not surprised. For all his talk about how he's a King and the OOWF is his world, deep down inside Christian Carter is just a coward. Pure and simple. But if he... or that bitch Alexis... think I'm going away, they're dead wrong. I will get my match through any means necessary. I'd talk more Gene, but I have some business to get to right now.
SG: Sure, thanks for your time.
Folz turns and goes into the Destroyatarium. He heads to the bar.
MF: A Coke for me and double shots of whatever Danny and Victor are drinking, please.
Folz pays for the drinks and heads over to where they are sitting. He smiles as he sees his picture among the suspects.
MF: Let me guess, haven't cleared me yet?
Danny shakes his head.
MF: Fair enough, given my reputation over the past 5 years, I don't blame you. And I'm not asking for absolution or forgiveness. But think about this: All the times I've gotten in altercations, Moose, Fire, Darling, Moreland, LD, Jack, the list goes on and on and ON... but in every single one of them, I've always been up front about it. I've made no attempt to hide or deny it. Running over someone with a car? That's Chickenshit. Seriously, that's cowardice fucking personified. Not exactly my style.
Danny seems to consider this and then nods.
MF: That's not why I'm here though. I need to ask you a favor.
Danny gives him a funny look.
MF: I know, I know, I'm probably still extremely low on the list of people you'd do a favor for. But it's not for me. Just hear me out ok?
Danny nods.
MF: Not on camera though. Camera guys, get the hell out please.
We see the cameras backing out of the bar as we....... FADE
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Post by wyattcox on Oct 9, 2014 4:53:44 GMT -5
(House show in Coppins Corner, Ontario. Gran Taco II and III are battling toe to toe with Murder Inc for the number one contenders spot for the PHWF Tag Team Championship. The Luchadors have set up Johnny Icepick for the Slingshot Legdrop when out of the back roars the Black Hand. They proceed to decimate the Luchadors as Icepick and Joey Kielbasa get out of the ring just in time. They back up the ramp laughing at their opponents getting destroyed in the ring but don't see Chloe Neal walking out of the back, branding iron in hand. Chloe taps Kielbasa on the shoulder, he turns around and gets blasted in the face with the brand! Icepick takes a shot from the branding iron to his OWN kielbasa, Chloe drops the branding iron and picks Icepick up for a CORKSCREW on the ramp! Meanwhile the Gran Tacos are totally out of it as the PHWF Champion Ember Blackpool picks each of them up for a LAST RIDE! Chloe tosses Tavian a large permanent marker and he draws a hand on each of the Luchador's masks and chests. Chloe laughs as Radu brings her a microphone.)
This is just a sample of...WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!
(The crowd starts booing louder)
FINE! This is just a small sample of what my sister, her little mute buddy, that skateboard freak, and that Columbian concubine, along with their two hillbilly hanger-ons will have to contend with tomorrow night at Midweek Mayhem. These four men, the most dominant force today in the PHWF, and second only to the Saints of Sinners in the OOWF, will join with Gee Whiz Jason Allen, and the Amazing Joseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Rrrrrrrrreyna! If we can do this here, tonight.
(Chloe jumps out of the ring and gets right into the lens of one of the ringside cameras.)
Just imagine what we can do to you.
(Chloe starts to back away, but then gets back in the face of the camera and starts talking softly.)
Oh yeah, I guess I should say something to little Lisa...rather, “Firewoman.” (Yeah, she used the dick fingers that gets the crowd booing again)
Tomorrow night, Pick your Poison. I could care less who you pick as my opponent. Because whatever happens, it's just a stepping stone to getting you Sunday night. And as for your opponent? Lets just say it'll be out of left field...and you'll never see it coming...and as far as your comments about the Five?
You see, I didn't make the Five comparisons...your friends Stank and LD did. They were the ones who wanted you back. And now, they understand that the Five WAS. And the Saints ARE. The Five WAS the greatest aggregation of wrestling talent at the time. But egos and jealousy...and broken alliances...ended the Five. But the Saints...the Saints are HERE and NOW, with four of the greatest OOWF wrestlers of all time...and one who is salivating at the prospects of what a win over you inside Hell in the Cell could mean. And yeah, I'm NOT you. I never will be you.
I. Will. Be. Better.
(The crowd boos even more, but Chloe starts to turn red...)
And I will be forever known as the woman who beat Firewoman at her own game inside Hell in a Cell....and once and for all vanquish the myth, the legend...and put Firewoman out of professional wrestling...permanently.
Trust me.
(The Black Hand exits the ring and follows Chloe up the ramp and to the back. Meanwhile in the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center Power and Tuska are working on a tag sequence with a couple of workers. Power tags in Tuska and lifts the worker with a reverse waistlock as Tuska climbs the ropes. He hits a dropkick into the workers chest and that along with Power's strength snaps the worker back into an assisted German Suplex. Unfortunately it looks like Power wasn't braced right and she hits her head hard. She's knocked out. Tuska immediately intervenes and pushes the workers back. He rolls out of the ring and gets Power a bottle of water. He kneels next to Power and pours a little on her face before putting it to her lips and she drinks.
Power: I didn't need a shower.(Sniffs) Wait, maybe I do.
(Tuska smiles at her joke)
Power: I think we better just use the clothesline like you first thought. I can't control the momentum from that dropkick.
(Tuska nods his head as Power tries to sit up)
Power: Whoa! Stop the world, I wanna get off!
(Tuska helps her to an upright position.)
Power: Oh yeah, we're done for today. But let's work on that again Thursday afternoon after we get to...where are we going?
Tuska: Waywayseekappo.
Power: Right. Nothing personal, but I think we'll stay in for dinner tonight. You and Spider OK for tonight?
(Tuska shakes his head. After a moment Power starts to smile as Tuska helps her out of the ring.)
Power: The old dog got lucky? Wow. Well, even a blind squirrel finds his nuts every so often.
(Tuska stifles a laugh as he helps Power out the door.)
Power: Yeah, my dad had a million of them. Maybe we could have something...
(The couple continues walking, though more arms around each other rather than helping Power walk as we fade.)
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