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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:17:26 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Joe, Montana September 10, 2014 OOWF Intercontinental Title Lumberjack MatchMai Muyo vs. Stank Non-Title MatchStan Fulton vs. Alexander Darling Non-Title MatchRory Albright vs. Firewoman Spider McNulty vs. LD Williams Tytan vs. Alexis Darling Jose Reyna vs. Danny Taylor Saints of Sinners, Chris Evans & Ecosystem vs. The Wild Bunch Murphy’s Law vs. Banned From Everywhere Matt Folz vs. Ghosthead vs. Christian Carter Card subject to Hanna invading Joe |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:18:52 GMT -5
Christian Carter and Alexis Darling walk into what looks like the Darling suites. Carter pounces in the sitting chair and Alexis on his lap. Carter scans around as if he's looking for something or someone. AD: Shes here...probably locked up in her sanctuary. CC: Well lets hope because no telling what kind of mood shes in. Then a female voice from behind them speaks. FV: You really don't want to find out. They both turn and there standing in nothing but a towel is Firewoman. CC: Ah...Lisa Darling...its.... FW: You dont get to call me that! Now get the hell out of here, because whatever it is you want, the answers no! CC: Really? Just like that? You know Fire...whether you realize it or not...you eed our help. FW: Carter if you two do not get out of here, you will see something you probrably don't want to see... CC: Im not worried...you wouldnt be the first Darling Ive seen naked. AD: Listen sis...we have a business propositwfor you...thats all. FW: Again...the answers no. CC: But you don't know what it is... FW: Im done...Im going to go in my room get changed and you better be gone when I get back in here. With my new duties...I have alot of work to do. CC: Which is exactly what were here for...what if you didnt have all this work? She looks at Carter. Carter kniw that looks and smiles and looks at Lexi. CC: Now shes intrigued. FW: Alright, youve got my attention...what do you want? CC: Straight to the point...I want you Fire! FW: Absolutely not...I wouldnt touch you with... CC: Whoa whoa whoa...not like that...firstly one Darling is enough for me and secondly...I wouldn't want your hubbys sloppy seconds...although now i think it would be thirds...no what we want is you with us. he takes out something and gives it to Alexis who gets off his lap and hands it to Fire. She opens it and looks at it a d then looks at Carter. FW: Whats this? CC: That is your future. It will help you get back to where you were becire your husband abandoned you and went off to plow that English bitch. That Lisa, is your first of many...that makes Teds unlimited budget for WCW look like a ROH budget...that is what Ill pay you to come join the Kings. AD: That is ten times more than brother dearest makes in Connecticut. Hell keep your position as commissioner and make a little extra. Fire looks at the check and the look in her eyes you can see she's contemplating it. Carter gets out of the chair and looks at Fire. CC: Tell you what...think about it and Im sure you'll make tbe right decision. We'll wait for your answer when ever you want. Goodnight commish! Carter walks towards the exit as Lexi walks behind him. He opens the door just as Alex walks in. No words are exchanged but Carter has that smirk on him that has Akex worried. They close the door and Alex walks up to fire confused. AD: What in the hell were they doing here? Camera fades. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:19:21 GMT -5
(Tytan facing away from the camera begins to speak.) Tytan: Last night the Gods woke me up from a deep sleep to speak top me. They said Tytan. (He snarls and growls) This is your time, you have shown teased them enough. Your time to begin the quest we sent you on. It is time to show them what the full power of Tytan truly is. So finish your distraction that is know as the Kings and begin the reason why you were sent back to the OOWF. (Tytan begins to pace as he begins to face that camera.) That's why at Mayhem. Alexis Darling you are going to feel my Wrath. What Christian Carter you couldn't get the job done so what did you send your muscle to see if she can finish the job. I took everything you gave, you drew blood but you didn't stop the Wrath of God. I even had you in your own move. But Christian Carter you had to go for weapons. Christian Carter you tried but failed. Now my revenge will be felt on Alexis Darling. She will know pain and she will know suffering. Then and only then I can begin my quest. The quest to climb back to the top of the mountain. That quest starts with you Rory Albright. You have something I want. The Onslaught Title. It's the first step. You will see I will becoming for you soon enough. I will take you into the Darkness and I will show you your deepest fears. You have never faced someone like me, and there is only one outcome total pain and destruction. I will see you soon. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:20:54 GMT -5
Cutting back to Darling Luxury Suites. Fire has changed into black warmups and a white v neck T shirt.AD: Well? FW: What do you want me to say? AD: What I've ALWAYS wanted you to say, the truth. There's a pause, as Fire is apparently trying to decide what to do. Alexander grows bored and annoyed and sits down to check e-mail on his tablet or something.FW: They offered me lots of money to join them. AD: ....really. FW: Yes. AD: Huh. Didn't see that coming. FW: *relaxing a little bit* Neither did I. She sits down across the coffee table from him. There's an uncomfortable pause.AD: So are you taking it? FW: What?  You're kidding, right? AD: * shrugs but doesn't look up from the tablet* Hey, I don't know what you're doing these days. In fact, I never have. FW: Alex! For a second we think that we see a flash of familiar rage as Fire grabs the tablet out of his hands and it looks like it's going to go flying. But she composes her self and sets it down, and speaks very calmly.FW: Alex...I know I've not been exactly forthright about-- AD: Is that what we're calling it? FW: --a few things and-- AD: A FEW? Let's review a list of things Fire Never Said. "Moose is actually my brother, Alex." "Miranda is LD Williams' daughter, Alex." "I'm not really dead, Alex." FW: Okay, I actually was.... AD: "I'm not under Juni's mind control anymore, Alex." FW: .....that's a low blow. AD: Fine. "Chloe's not making me crazy, Alex." Oh, except she IS, and then.... FW: .... AD: .... FW: What? AD: And then, Lisa, because of THAT lie, you made me break a very, very important promise I made to you. Fire is struck speechless by this one, as Alex appears to have found Fire's rage and taken it as his own. Fire looks down and away, blinking a lot.FW: I know....I'm .... I'm sorry.... AD: Well...then it's all fixed now, right? FW: No, I know that... AD: Good. FW: *looking up* But that's why I'm not leaving OOWF. And I'm not taking Carter's money or yours...I have to pay for the damages, both financial and....otherwise. I have to make it up to Mai and Miranda and...you. AD: Pfft...I'm good. I got a shiny new contract and FINALLY a shot at the big leagues. You wanna stay here and wallow in obscurity, that's on you. FW: See, I don't understand...we always promised we'd go together if we left OOWF... AD: Yeah, and we also promised we'd be honest with each other, and help one another...two things you kind of conveniently neglected to do when they didn't suit your purposes. So.... Alex shrugs and goes into the other room.
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:21:54 GMT -5
A random camera has caught Tytan and Ecosystem in a random hallway having a discussion. Eco: So was that enough to prove to you that I mean what I am saying. Tytan: It's a start. (Eco throws his arms up in the air.) Eco: What do you want. Do you want me to shed blood? Fine. You want me to take them all on myself? Fine. Heck I can't even get a Thank You from you from keeping you from being a Tytan-Kabob. (The two of them take in the visual for a minute and both shudder.) Tytan: (Mumbles) Thanks. Eco: Couldn't hear you. Tytan: (Grabs Eco by the shirt.) THANK YOU. I appreciate the fact that you had my back. Eco: It could always be that way. Just like old times. Tytan: You are forgetting one thing. Eco: Firewoman. We can get her to side with us. What else am I forgetting? Tytan: Your partner. Eco: (REalizing he was so caught up in the moment) Evans. Tytan: We all know he doesn't care for me or Fire. So how are you going to make that work? Eco: I'll figure something out. I always do. Tytan: Take care of your business first, before you bring me into your world again. Eco: I know. Tytan: Besides, the Gods have told me the reason I returned...the plan is about to begin. They told me to take care of Alexis Darling and then begin. Eco: Cut the crap Tytan. I know the real you....what happened to you over those couple of years. Tytan: We all have our scars to bare. We all have those things that remain hidden in the darkest abyss of our minds. That is why you and I always connect. We are from the same mold. My walk among the Gods made me understand that. Eco: Okay so you are not going to tell me then. Tytan: You have business to take care of and I have a fight to get ready for. (Tytan turns and starts to walk away.) Eco: Tytan, are you hungry want to get some food. I have a sudden craving for some Moroccan food. (Tytan hears and shakes his head as he walks away.) FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:23:59 GMT -5
*Back in the Darling Locker Room* After a few moments, Alex comes back out of his room and looks around for a minute before noticing his target. As Alex makes a beeline for Lucky, Fire's quickly out of her seat and intercepts him. Fire: Look, I get it. You're mad. Maybe even MAD. And you have a right to be, but you're mad at me. Don't take it out on others.Alex: *chuckling* You know, that's a good idea. I shouldn't do anything to your manager. But it would seem awfully hypocritical of me to have distractions around. That's what you were claiming Paige was right. Paige, who by the way still looks up to you...but you really didn't seem to want to keep things between us then.Fire: That's not what I was doing. I just wanted US to have a chance to talk and she was in the way.Alex: Exactly, and if something is in Fire's way, hell hath no fury, right. Look Lee, I've put up with a lot for you because I do care but I'm tired of people thinking I'm a walkover. So it's very simple, you want o play your games and manipulate people to get what you want, I can do the same thing.Fire: I'm sorry Alex. I don't know how much more I can say that.Alex: You don't need to say it anymore. I promise. We're good. But we can't have you distracted by outside influences. So I'm doing this FOR YOU. You've got to trust me. That's what I'm supposed to say, right? Now if you'll excuse me, I have something I need to handle.Fire stands there a bit speechless and dumbstruck that Alex threw those words at her and she can't stop this from happening... Alex: Eugenio...you've been a valuable...well, really just a member of our team for a while. But I think that time has really come to an end. You've proven yourself as pretty useless for the most part and the truth is, I think you're a bad influence on Fire's recovery. So, as my new boss likes to say...YOU'RE FIRED.Lucky: You can't. I'm Fire's...Alex: No, you WERE Fire's manager/advisor. But I took over your contract when I thought my wife was dead because I thought it would be what she wanted. And we never got around to handling the details after she came back. Well she's back now and you can be her problem.Alex looks over his shoulder at Fire who's suddenly realizing the situation... Oh wait, that's right. Fire's entire salary is being used to deal with her issues and her charities. She barely has enough to survive on. Oh, I guess you're out of luck. Sucks to be you...because as I like to say, I'm Alexander Darling, and well, you're just unemployed now. Booyah, bitchNow Alex heads back into his room as Fire and Lucky stare at one another... *Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:35:29 GMT -5
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Post by firewoman on Jun 7, 2017 17:38:49 GMT -5
<Moose and Stank are sitting in a greasy spoon restaurant somewhere in Montana. They are sitting in silence, Stank seems to be lost in thought, Moose is nursing a coffee and looks somewhat hung over. Stank finally breaks the silence. Stank: <to himself> I should be fuckin’ dead right now………did you see that gun he fired at me? Moose: Carbines I think Stank: I should be fuckin’ dead Moose: Yeah you were lucky…….wait, didn’t you say they were blanks? Stank: I ASSUMED they were blanks…….until they found a bullet hole in the apron Moose: That could have been from any time <Stank just glares at Moose> Moose: <shrugging> yeah, you were lucky Stank: That shit wasn’t luck. That shit was somethin’ else Moose: Yeah, sure….ok….they have whiskey here? Stank: That was…..divine intervention. Mai was right! You know what divine intervention is? Moose: Yeah, I know what it is……I was forced to church, remember? God stepped down from heaven and stopped the bullets, praise Jesus, blah, blah, blah Stank: Yes. That’s what it means. SOMEONE stopped those bullets. God intervened to stop those bullets from hitting me! Moose: I think the cops hit you in the head a little too hard, we should get going….. Stank: Don’t do that! Don’t you fuckin’ DO that! Don’t blow this shit off! What just happened was a fuckin’ MIRACLE! I SHOULD BE DEAD! Moose: Chill the fuck out, Lucas, this shit happens. You got lucky, we’re wrestlers, you know that shit happens. Land just a little further back on your neck and it snaps and you are in a fuckin’ wheelchair. How many fuckin’ times have I been thrown off a goddamn cage and I am here to tell the tale? By all rights, I should have died a dozen times at least, but I didn’t? Why? It sure as FUCK isn’t divine intervention, it’s because shit happens. Stank: Wrong. Nope. Wrong. This shit doesn’t just happen. Moose: You wanna finish this theological conversation elsewhere? I think we are starting to attract locals, and I need a fuckin’ drink. Stank: It’s ten in the morning Moose: What the fuck is your point? <Moose and Stank throw money on the table and leave. We pick up the conversation later at a seriously seedy bar> Stank: <sitting lost in thought, he finally speaks up> I should be fuckin’ dead now, my friend. We witnessed a fuckin’ miracle and I want you to fuckin’ acknowledge it Moose: It wasn’t a fuckin’ miracle. They might have been blanks Stank: They found a bullet hole Moose: That could have been from ANY time in OOWF history Stank: When was the last time guns were fired in an OOWF ring? Moose: NOT THE POINT Stank: I want you to admit it Moose: Ok man, it was a miracle. Can we fuckin’ drop it now? Now will you cheer the fuck up? All day you have been sitting all quiet and staring off into space Stank: I know. I just been sittin’ and thinkin’ Moose: <taking a long drink> ‘bout what? Stank: The miracle we witnessed Moose: The miracle YOU witnessed, I witnessed shit happening Stank: Do you know what a miracle is? Moose: Oh for fuck’s sake…..yes, I know what a miracle is, an act of God Stank: And what is an act of God Moose: I don’t fuckin’ know! I guess its when God makes the impossible possible. But fuck! Lucas, I don’t think what happened last night qualifies as a fuckin’ miracle. Shit happens Stank: That’s just it Jack, that shit don’t matter. You’re judging this thing the wrong way. It’s not about what. It could be God stopped the bullets, he made Alexander Darling the champion, he found out who ran down Danny Taylor. You don’t judge shit like this based on merit. Whether or not what we experienced was the dictionary definition of miracle is insignificant. What IS significant is I felt God’s touch. God got involved. Moose: Ok, let’s say ANY of that bullshit is true, then why? Stank: <sitting back and exhaling hard> That’s the shit that’s been fuckin’ with me. I don’t know why, but……I can’t go back Moose: to Idaho? Stank: No. To the game. Wrestling. Moose: Wait….you’re serious? You’re really gonna fuckin’ quit? Stank: The life…..the lifestyle…..most definitely Moose: ok, so…..you quit. Then what? What are YOU gonna do that satisfies you? That makes you fuckin’ happy? Run the club? Please. Stank: That’s what I’ve been sitting here thinking about. First, I’m gonna finish my contract, it’s up right after Hell on Earth. Then……..basically……I’m gonna walk the earth Moose: Wait, what? Walk the fuckin’ earth? What the fuck are you talkin’ about? Seriously Lucas, headshots…. Stank: You know, like Caine in “Kung Fu.” Just walk from town to town, meet people, get into adventures Moose: Uh huh, and just how fuckin’ long do you intend to walk the earth? Stank: Until God puts me where he wants me to be. Moose: And what if he never does? What if you walk the fuckin’ earth forever? Stank: If it takes forever, I’ll wait forever Moose: <getting frustrated> So you decided to be a fuckin’ bum? Stank: I’ll just be Lucas, Moose – no more, no less Moose: No Stank, you’re gonna be like those pieces of shit out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of fuckin’ zombies, they sleep in garbage bins, they eat what everyone throws the fuck away. Dogs piss on ‘em. They got a fuckin word for ‘em, Lucas, they’re called bums. And without a job, residence, or legal tender, that’s what you’re gonna be, a fuckin’ bum. Wandering the goddamn streets instead of in the ring kickin’ ass like you SHOULD be doing! Stank: Look my friend, this is just where me and you differ Moose: Look…….what happened was peculiar – no doubt about it – but it wasn’t fuckin’ water into wine, shit happens Stank: All shapes and sizes Jack Moose: Stop fuckin’ talking like that Lucas. You are Stank, the baddest motherfucker in the OOWF. So some bullets missed you, so fuckin’ what? Stank: If you find my answewrs frightening, Jack, you should cease askin’ scary questions Moose: <pointing at Stank> I ain’t afraid of your questions Lucas…..but right now, I gotta go take a shit……..to be continued <Moose grabs the bottle of whiskey and staggers toward the bathrooms. Lucas watches him go, then settles down and gets lost in thought again – FADE> |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:30:17 GMT -5
The screen switches to The Best Little Gym in Montana, site of Montana's one and only professional wrestling training facility, the Gary Albright Memorial Training Center. The room is illuminated only from overhead, and there is modest ring set up in the center.
Spider McNulty is in the ring, running the ropes. He's dressed in a wrestling singlet, elbow and knee pads, and proper wrestling boots-- quite a departure from his usual ring gear. He abruptly stops and front flips, his wide back landing squarely on the mat. He KIPS UP?!, tumbles, and starts the drill again as the ninjacam closes in. He drips sweat from seemingly every pore.
Spider acknowledges the ninjacam and takes a break. He slides out of the ring and grabs a towel, wiping off his weathered face.
McNulty: Well, would you get a load of me? ( cackles) Between Power's folks gettin' me detoxed, Power watchin' what I eat, and gettin' the damn PIN at Mayhem, I'm feelin' like a young buck again. Well, maybe more like a 40 year old version of me, but still! ( cackles) Hell, I've even been off the sauce since Japan, an' I don't even miss it. McNulty wipes his brow once more and leans back on the ring apron. He sets his eyes deep into the camera's lens.
McNulty: LD Williams. Bet ya didn't see that comin', didja? Well, I tell ya, I didn't either. You run with a tough crowd, an' everybody knows you Williams' got some good breedin'. That's why I'm over here still floatin' on cloud nine. An' I'm damn near salivatin', waitin' on steppin' in to the ring with you one on one. See, I got sumthin' on my mind, LD, an' I think startin' with you is a damn fine way to go about it. McNulty steps up, coming within inches of the camera. His nostrils flare.
McNulty: So, LD, make sure your master and commander Moosehead Jack hears this message. I propose I run the gauntlet of you Saints, every last one of ya. I'm healthier than I been in a while, an' I'm feelin' pretty spry. AN' really, what better way to put a cap on a career as illuzerous as mine? So line 'em up, Moose. I'll start with LD. Then another shot at Stank. Then yer scrappy lil attack dog Chloe. And then I want your crown jewel, Fulton. And after they've all been pinned or bled dry, Moose, I want you. So pull yourself outta that bottle yer tryin' to die in and LINE. THEM. UP. He pushes the camera back, grabs the top rope, and Ricky Steamboats back into the ring. He lands on his feet and cackles.
McNulty: See ya soon, "Billy Dee"! McNulty starts at the ropes again as we fade. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:31:20 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams knocks on the door of the new Comissioner's office (let's assume she has one) and enters.** LDW: "Since I haven't had the chance to say it yet - welcome back." FW: "Thanks. It's...good to be back." **The silence stretches to the point of being awkward.** FW: "L.D. I-" LDW: "Don't." FW: "But-" LDW: "You're family Fire. Ma doesn't have a lot of rules, but there's one we never break: Family Forgives. You've done some things, and you have to make amends for that, but not to me. We're good." FW: "...thanks." LDW: "But just so we're clear, you only get the one strike. Put my family in harm's way for your own amusement again...we won't be talking about family anymore, yeah?" FW: "Got it." LDW: "Have fun herding the cats." **LDW leaves the Comissioner's office and walks to Ric's where he collects a cup of coffee and sits down across from Miranda.** LDW: "Little one." M: "You do know I hate that." LDW: "Yep." M: "Looking forward to your match this week? I mean, for once you're facing somone your own age." LDW: "Ouch." M: "You started it." LDW: "...true." M: "But seriously, are you looking forward to it?" LDW: "Actually, I am. Or, at least I was until he decided to pull the 'following Moose' crap. Spider's the kind of elder statesman I wish I was, but if he thinks he's going to use me as a stepping stone...he's going to find out he should have taken the gold watch instead of coming here." M: "He's not that much older than you." LDW: "It's not about age, it's...I don't know. When it's time to hang it up, I'll know - and I'll walk away. No hanging on. No 'one last run'. No dying in the ring. I'm not Moose." M: "Speaking of..." LDW: "Yeah. You're in a tough spot this week." M: "Any suggestions?" LDW: "Same as always. Don't expect any quarter and don't give any. All four of your opponents are dangerous. Don't let your guard down. And..." M: "What?" LDW: "...Follow Wilder's lead. He's a whackadoo, but he's tougher than most people give him credit for, and a better wrestler than even he thinks he is." M: "-" LDW: "-" M: "Whackadoo?" LDW: "The man rides down mountains on bicycles and jumps off of buildings in wingsuits. For fun. I'm pretty sure that's the definition." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:32:14 GMT -5
<LD walks into the Saints locker room and Moose is sitting there watching OOWFtv. Williams grabs a beer from the cooler and tosses one to Moose and sits down next to him and catches the end of his promo with Miranda. Moose just looks at him> MHJ: You know, I hate it as much as you and Stank do LD: Hate what? MHJ: The notion that I am the puppet master over you and Lucas LD: What about Stan and Chloe? MHJ: They are a different case. Stan and Chloe need direction. I provide that. Chloe had all that rage in her. She had hatred and anger built up. She couldn't channel that with Wyatt and Edra. She was lost, I provided focus for her. I gave her rage a purpose. She is a weapon. Stan has only unleashed the very least of his talent. That man could dominate......much like LD Williams has. LD: Uh huh. Is this where you pep talk me? MHJ: No. That would be an insult. But if I may offer an observation? LD: <eyeing Moose> Sure MHJ: You've been holding back. LD: What? MHJ: Hear me out LD. You were Onslaught champion.....and a damn fine one......but the Onslaught championship restrains you. It traps you in a set of rules. It changes who you are. But now? Now you are free of those bonds. You are free to be......LD Fuckin' Williams LD: Moose, I am always LD Williams, whether it's the best damn wrestler in the company, or the most brutal, sadistic wrestler in the company MHJ: Really LD? Think about this.....a few years ago, would ANYONE call us out? Any of the Saints? ESPECIALLY, me, you and Stank? No. No they wouldn't have. We have become complacent. We ARE the elder statesmen. They.......they fucking RESPECT us, and they should fucking FEAR us. Face it LD, we have to up our game LD: And how do you propose that MHJ: We fucking END Spider. He had the balls to challenge ALL of us. We end him. Billy Dee, this week I want you to end that fucker. He is looking past YOU, LD FUCKIN' WILLIAMS......the baddest man in the OOWF.....the only man I have never really feuded with......and there's a fuckin' reason for that.......the OOWF legend. And he is looking PAST you to the rest of the Saints. Billy Dee......you don't have to do anything. I am not telling you what to do, but I want you to think about it, I want you to think about how he is disrespecting YOU by making you the FIRST step. And after you think about it, I want you to go out and destroy that mother fucker. I want you to be LD Williams, the man NO ONE wants to fuck with No one Trust me. <Moose slaps LD on the shoulder, LD stands there lost in thought for a moment, then smirks and grabs another beer and heads out> |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:32:42 GMT -5
**Tytan is seen WALKING Random SFJ#13 catches up to him (Tytan stops and waits for her.) Tytan: It's about time one of you have found me. I have been walking these halls for the last day. (SFJ#13 looks at him surprised.) Tytan: You guys are nothing like how it use to be. They were sitting at every corner waiting for us to walk by. (Kayfabe comes running out from nowhere with a chair ready to swing. Tytan stops turns and growls at her, and she stops in her tracks. She then lowers the chair and walks away.) Tytan: Now where was I. It seems the Gods sent me a message in my Dreams. It seems that I am still so new around here that I might need a little advise from time to time. So Tytan has been giving an opportunity. Lucky, if you hear this and are looking for some work then I am offering. There are two many plans in motion that I need to focus on that I can't worry about those little things. Now that is all I need to say. Tytan turns and walks away leaving the SFJ #13 to give that look to the camera. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:33:23 GMT -5
Later, back at the Gary Albright Memorial Training Center at the Best Little Gym in Montana...The Wild Bunch are finishing up a workout in the ring. They all fist bump and make their way out of the ring in various awesome and noteworthy ways, befitting their awesomeness. As Wilder and Miranda prepare to exit, Wilder turns to Shane and Power.Wilder: We got the band back together, dudes! See ya tomorrow! Crash and Burn wave as they go. Shane grabs hold of some gymnastics rings hanging from the ceiling and starts churning out some pull ups. Power takes a moment and walks over. Power: So, Shane... Tuska squeezes out one last rep and lets go of the rings. He drops to the floor and faces his tag partner. Power: How's the knee? Tuska looks down at his heavily wrapped knee and then back at Power. He nods, and does the "so-so" thing with his hand. Power: And... how are... we? Tuska blanks for a second, and then smiles. Thumbs up. Power: These last few weeks have been harrowing to say the least, Shane. You and Spider have really become like family to me. You and I... Tuska touches Power's arm. He puts her hand over his heart. Power: You and I... we... Shane nods and hugs Power. He pulls away and points at his temple.
Power: Believe me, I know we need to focus. Evans, Ecosystem, the Saints... Even with Tommy and Miranda in our corner, we're going to have our hands full. And now Spider's gone and called out every one of the Saints, so there's that. But we've been running nonstop for a while now and I'd like it if we could talk... about us. Shane takes a small step back, still smiling. He takes Power's hands in his. Power: If not now, when, Shane? Tuska leans in and kisses Power, and then steps back. He whispers:Tuska: Soon. He smiles again and then jumps and grabs the rings. He begins another set of pull ups. Power waits for a moment, and then grabs Shane around his waist. He looks down, shocked, as Power pulls him away from the rings and launches him at the ring apron. He lands and she pounces, locking him into a passionate kiss. Tuska tenses and grabs her arms... and then relents. The tag champs share a long kiss as
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:34:06 GMT -5
Rory Albright is sitting on a weight bench sweaty, and in mid-workout. Carrie, also in mid-workout, is talking on the phone and looks none too pleased. Rory notices the camera, shakes his head with a grin and begins to talk.RA: There's no peace here. Even in Big Sky country there's always a damn camera in my face. Is that what our GM wants? Does he really want me to get frustrated and leave? Rory flings the Onslaught Championship belt over his shoulder.RA: I am the Onslaught Champion. You don't want me run away into the night. Not with this thing over my shoulder. 'Cuz if I did it'd be a "blazing" good time. Last week, you gave me Danny Taylor. Now the Sun King will admit, that's one tough son of a bitch. He gave me everything I could handle and more. But guess what? He couldn't beat the Sun King and he walked out empty handed. Now this week, I get that psycho Firewoman fresh out of the loony bin. Well, what can I say about that? Good booking GMth... Carrie abruptly shoves her cellphone in Rory's face. He shoots her an evil eye, but takes the phone.RA: What?...I don't care, he's doin' this sh...that's not my problem...I know she is...I don't...Look! That's your stuff with her, I'm not inv...I don't care what you're doing, I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do...you knew that goin' in...are you done?...I will, I always do, and then I win...fine...later. Rory hands Carrie the phone back and stands up.RA: Pallas Athena and her never-ending bullshit. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:35:01 GMT -5
The camera comes up on Tytan who sits in the darkness behind a fire. Tytan: Once again the OOWF has its false claims to the throne. This time I see it is you Rory Albright. You claim to be A Sun King. You are no Helios. After I finish you Alexis Darling which there is not a doubt I will take care of you as well as Christian Carter if he sticks his nose into my business. Then I will move on to you. (Tytan laughs) That is as long as you can get past Firewoman. Remember I am Tytan. I have walked with Gods and I helped destroy Kingdoms and yours will just be another one. (FADE) |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:35:29 GMT -5
Christian Carter sits at what looks to be a resteraunt table, with Alexis Darling on his lap, and Jose Reyna standing behind him. Carter passes what looks to be a peice of paper and sliding it across the table. The camera doesn't look to see who he's passing the paper too, but stays on Carter, who begins to speak. CC: That right there is just your first months salary if you decide to join us. I know that you've had a hard time, but believe me, siding with us, joining us will be the best thing you've could have ever done in your career. I know your having your doubts, but believe me when I say, it would be good for business, and for your pocketbook. Especially with all those debts to be paid. Tell you what, think about it, long and hard. Take your time and get back to me. My number is at the bottom there, and you let me know. Think about family. (Carter looks at Lexi) Until then, have a good day Mr. Guttierez. The camera pans over, and there is Lucky, sitting with the peice of paper in his hand and a confused look on his face. Carter and Alexis gets up, and head out. Lexi stops next to Lucky. LD: Trust me when I say this Lucky, my brother is a dick...but for Lisa to not have your back, well that's just shitty. Besides your better off away from them. They'll drag you down just like they did me. Think about that! Lexi walks off as the camera fades. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:36:01 GMT -5
Mai Muyo stands in a sparse room in a sparse house by a crib.
Mai: You know, my mama always told me to wait until I was married to have a child. Didn’t mean she regretted her choices, didn’t mean she didn’t love my brother. She just thought I should do things a different way. But it seems like I’ve adopted a baby of my own. Mai Muyo picks up her OOWF Intercontinental Championship out of the crib and puts it on her shoulder.
Mai: Do you know how I know that this is my child? Because when you have a child, you will do superhuman things to protect her from harm. The strength to lift a fallen beam, the speed to tackle her out of oncoming traffic. I am not the greatest wrestler of all time, I am not the greatest wrestler in this company. I will not be receiving any nominations for Wrestler of the Decade, simply because I do not deserve them. But when I am in the ring defending this Intercontinental Championship…the championship that has defined my career…I feel something change in me. I feel that burst of strength. I look in the mirror, and I don’t see Mai Muyo anymore. I see Ricky Steamboat, "Concrete" Takaken Gryfon, Randy Savage, Firechild, Mr. Perfect, and yes, Alexander and Firewoman. The workhorses of this industry. The people who kept you watching when the glitz and glamour all faded away. And Chyna. I don’t want to forget her. This was the first serious championship I saw a woman hold on television. Since then, Firewoman and others have shattered the glass ceiling further. But when I was seven years old, I was an awkwardly big little girl, and I wanted to be like the big girl on TV. That’s why I can’t help but stop for every little girl that comes my way. And I want them to remember me – not just as a trailblazer, but as the greatest Intercontinental Champion of all time. Is that crazy? Prideful? Both? Maybe. I hold the second longest cumulative reign with this belt. One Hundred and Ninety Six days…and counting. My brother's associate Chris Evans holds the record at 272. But records are made to be broken. Stank, you and I both faced a scare last week, and miracle or not, I thank God that we’re both standing upright today. This week, we surround the ring with our OOWF family, guarded from invaders by those we might ordinarily consider enemies. It’s an unpredictable situation, to be sure. But you've spent the last few years building a legacy out of chaos. And despite our differences, I am honored to main event with you. We get to vote on some big awards this year, Stank, and I was going down the ballot, I lingered on your name when I passed the Wrestler of the Decade category. In many ways, this has been your decade. But today…today is Mai Time. Don’t believe me? FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:36:42 GMT -5
(The scene is just outside the Saints locker room where Chloe...has her head in a bucket? She has apparently been throwing up. She looks up, paler than usual.)That....that was the most filthy, disgusting thing I've ever seen. My own sister...doing that...with a boy. Ewwww..... (A production assistant brings Chloe a wet towel and a bottle of water. She wipes her face with the towel and rinses her mouth with the water and spits it into the bucket. She drops the towel and bottle into the bucket and hands it to the production assistant. He looks at her with a “really?” look. She starts to rare back her fist and the assistant walks away.)Just when I thought my sister couldn't get sicker, more demented, she does....that....with a BOY. And THAT boy! (Chloe gets a demented smirk on her face)I just know one thing, though. If they're...well, like that...then it'll be child's play. We take out one of them, and the other will follow. And once we take out Crash and Burn, then Jack and I can show them the error of their ways...that True Love...only gets you killed. Trust me. (As Chloe laughs her demented laugh, the scene shift away, and we see Power laying down, her face apparently healed. She is in a beautiful gown. Someone says “Wake up Edra!” We see that it is Sunny. Power startles awake and we discover it's just a dream. Power is in a darkened room. She still has some bruising on her face but it is subsiding. She lays back down, protective face mask still on, and puts her hand and head on the chest of Shane Tuska who is softly snoring. Power falls back to sleep, a smile on her face, as the camera fades) |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:38:02 GMT -5
FADE in on the Office of the Commissioner. Firewoman is busy going through the paperwork for the upcoming show on Wednesday when there’s a knock on her door.FW: (to herself) “Who the hell knocks in this company?” (to the door) “Come in!” The door opens and in walks the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. He smiles as he walks in and shuts the door.FW: “Crusher. Have a seat.” He does.SF: “Thanks. Congratulations.” FW: “For what?” SF: “Everything. Becoming commissioner again. Getting better physically and emotionally.” FW: “Thank you. Congratulations on your World title.” SF: “Thank you.” FW: “Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, what do you want, Stan?” SF: “Direct and to the point. One of the things I like about you. I have a proposal for you.” FW: “I’m already married, Stan. Let’s not go through this again.” SF: “No, that’s not what I meant, but I’m not so sure you’re going to be married very much longer.” FW: “What. Do. You. Want?!” SF: “I have a match against your quote-unquote husband this week.” FW: “Everyone knows that.” SF: “But did you know that words really can hurt?” FW: “What?” SF: “Sorry. A little joke. You... didn’t get to watch TV much did you?” Fire’s completely exasperated by now.SF: “Anywho. How’d you like to be in my corner on Wednesday night?” FW: “Why? Don’t you have the rest of the Saints to back you?” SF: “I do, but they’re going to be in a match themselves. Fairly brutal I’d imagine knowing us. I just thought since Alex will probably have Paige in his corner, you’d like to be in mine.” FW: “Get out, Stan.” Fulton stands, but he’s smiling.SF: “Think about it, Fire. Never hurts to be helpful to the World Heavyweight Champion. Wouldn’t think you’d want Paige out there sliding up and down on your husband.” FW: “OUT!” Fulton leaves, but before he can close the door, Stank comes by and takes it.S: “I’m taking this.” Fire drops her head on her desk with an audible thud as we FADE. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:41:49 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks for setting it up, Crush! Stank walks down the hall with Fire's door under his arm, but then stops. He thinks a moment. Then he turns back around, and goes back to her office and looks in. He sees her sitting at the desk surrounded...literally...by piles and stacks of papers. She appears to be looking for something. Apparently she can't find it. She snarls with exasperation, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and her Zippo. She takes a swig and gets ready to spit it through the flame, and Stank rushes in and puts one hand over the hand with the lighter, pushing it down and another over Fire's mouth, but not quite in time to stop her from spraying the whiskey out.S: HEY, hey....none of that now. Stank wipes his hand on his pants. FW: I can't find what I need...there's too much clutter and ...I am just going to clear it out. S: Yes, well, "No Fire" remember? FW: I think I can change that rule now. S: Fire, this places is a mess. You were always so organized when you were my Commissioner. FW: Well....that wasn't me. S: ....Lucky? Fire slowly nods. Stank looks around the room.FW: I can't do this. I can't .... organize things. My life is in ruins, and the one constant I had keeping EVERYTHING in place... S: ...got fired by your spouse. Fire nods, slight tears of frustration forming before she toughens up again, but they do not go unnoticed by one Lucas Mann.S: Fire...just say the word....I will be more than happy to explain to Mr. Darling exactly what-- FW: No, Lucas, it's fine.... S: But even when Davin was training you, and told you to do your own stuff and not rely on Lucky so much, you managed okay and.... Fire looks away for a second.S: Aaaaaaahhhh.....Lucky was still-- FW: He would text me things. Davin thought it was the alarm on the tablet he got me to 'stay organized.' S: Fire always finds a way to get her way. Stank laughs in amusement, shaking his head, while Fire just looks sad.FW: Yeah well...that's not such a good thing all the time....Lucas, I'm so-- S: Stop. You didn't do anything to me. Was I concerned about you? Yes, but I would have been even if I did know what was going on. We're cool. FW: * sighing with relief* Thanks, Lucas. S: Now, this little Trinity reunion you got going on here...THAT'S not cool. If you even think of joining up with those two again I will-- FW: NO!!! No, no, no. Nothing like that. But-- S: Fire.... FW: Lucas, Eco is a part owner AND co-GM of the company. If we want to kick Vince and Eric out of here, we NEED him on our side. S: And Tytan? FW: Tytan is...um...look I don't know how I feel about that. But working with Eco is for the OOWF, and THAT'S all there is. Believe me, after reliving that in therapy, I don't want to do it again. S: Okay.... Stank looks around...S: You need to just start filing things. FW: Huh? S: See this metal cabinet over here? Stank drums it with his fingers. FW: Ah...well, okay... Fire stands and walks over and just starts putting stuff in a drawer.FW: It does get rid of the clutter, but I don't know how it will help me find-- S: No, Fire, you organize it....you see what it is, and then put it like...I dunno, alphabetically. FW: Huh? S: You DO know your ABCs, right? FW: * glare* S: So yeah, you just put things that are As in there first, then Bs...whatever it's on. FW: But.... L ooking around and starting to get wound up and anxious again.FW: These would all go under P. S: Huh? FW: They are all on PAPER. S: What? No, Fire, not what their on, like PHYSICALLY, but what's the topic? What is it about. FW: That doesn't solve it, they're all about Wrestling, so they'd go under W and-- S: Okay, okay, calm down. Yes, they are all about wrestling, but like...well this one...This is about "catering." So it could go under C for catering, or it's an invoice so it could go under I and.... FW: Oh...OH!! S: There ya go. FW: Yeah, that's pretty fucking obvious now...sorry...little things like that just seem like huge mountains. S: I imagine that's all part of re-entry into society, kinda... FW: Yeah, they warned me about getting overwhelmed with stuff other people just ig....HOLY CRAP...that's how much we spend in cimmonim raisin bread? S: Cinnamon and yes. Been throwing a lot away since you weren't hear to eat it. FW: Stank....I need to go to the commissary. S: For some-- FW: Yes...and can you at least prop my door up? People shouldn't have free access to all this. S: FIIIIINE.... Stank sort of replaces the door and then they walk toward catering. FW: Thanks for talking to me. Not a lot of people have. S: Well, some folks hold grudges around here. FW: Nooooooooo..... They laugh a bit.S: Was it rough? Fire pauses before she answers.FW: Parts. I had pretended for so long that then my brain just took over and I couldn't figure out what was real and what was a hallucination. We relived a lot of really, really bad things, and my mind would just need to take breaks into fantasy-land. I hallucinated you breaking me out, but that was really me breaking me out.... S: Ah, that explains the phone call. FW: Then when I went back ... willingly ... it's like because I had gone back on my own, something clicked, and we really started working hard. Man...stuff I forgotten-- S: Like Patrick? FW: Yeah, but other stuff too. Some stuff very mundane and normal...there were good times that got suppressed with the bad....and then the bad....that...um.....can we not? S: Sure, sorry...I'm just glad you're back. FW: Me too...I feel great but I really have a lot more work to-- Just then Chris Evans comes around the corner.CE: Well, well, well, look who it is. They finally let you out? I told them they should have used stronger buckle on the straight jacket. S: Evans, shut the hell up... CE: Oh, did they give you one of those Hannibal Lecter masks? You know to keep you from biting-- A fist comes out of nowhere and lands square onto Evans's nose. Blood spurts everywhere, and Fire pulls the fist back, looking at him kind of dispassionately. He grabs it and walks very quickly toward medical, cursing all the way. Stank slowly looks at Fire.FW: Well...you know...work in progress and all that.... They continue on toward catering. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:43:14 GMT -5
<Stank walks into the Saints locker room with a different door> MHJ: You have a door Sta: I have a door MHJ: Why do you have a door? Sta: Because I wanted it MHJ: So you took it? Sta: I did MHJ: <glancing over at the other doors and assorted items Stank has brought back over the months> You plan on doing anything with this stuff? Sta: <leaning the new door with the others> Yes LD: Wait.....you do? Sta: Why is that a surprise? LD: Well.....this is the first I am hearing of a plan Sta: And that means I don't have one? LD: Well not one that anyone else has heard about <just then Stan walks into the locker room and sees the doors leaning against the wall> Stan: Those are doors Sta: They are indeed, doors Stan: Why are they here? LD: Lucas was just getting to that Sta: <turning to Fulton> You have the maintenance contract for the OOWF, correct? Stan: Yes. It is quite lucrative.....though with fewer backstage attacks lately, damages have been down..... Chloe: We can remedy that for you.... Sta: Well....it has come to my attention that the OOWF suites are missing some doors. I just so happen to have some doors here that I will gladly sell to your company LD: ........aren't THOSE the missing doors? Sta: Why would missing doors be here Billy Dee? I just so happen to have some doors here that I would be willing to sell to Stan's company to replace the doors that are missing around here.....for a small mark-up of course LD: This CANNOT be legal Sta: Supply and demand Billy Dee. Stan here has a need for some doors, and I just so happen to have a surplus at the moment LD: He has a NEED because you STOLE the doors! Sta: No one can prove that! Chloe: But the promo...... Stan: No no. Mr. Mann, I think we can do business together. That goes for all the Saints. Chloe.....you made a good point, WE can certainly foster more backstage attacks, which would lead to the need to make repairs, to which we can come to Mr. Mann for supplies MHJ: And what does Mr. Mann get out of all this? Sta: <grinning> Mr. Mann takes the money from the Building Supply Business that he gets from Stan and invests it in this..... <Stank pulls a cover off a table and we see bottles of beer and whiskey> Sta: Stankin' Mann Whiskey, and Stankin' Mann Lager. This is the flagship batch of the Stankin' Mann Brewery and Distillery. Go on, try it <the Saints all partake and the reviews are very positive> MHJ: That whiskey is fuckin' GREAT! LDW: The beer is not typical American water flavored beer! Sta: No, I hate that shit. This will put hair on your chest Chloe: Umm Sta: Figure of speech Chloe. Oh......and I almost forgot....Stankin' Mann Brewery and Distillery is the official sponsor of the Saints of Sinners, which means....... MHJ: <eyes getting wide> free booze! Sta: EXACTLY Chloe: <with an evil grin on her face> Let's go destroy someone <the Saints finish their drinks then head off to hunt> |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:43:53 GMT -5
Rory Albright is watching OOWF-TV with Carrie Weiss on his lap. They're half paying attention, half making out when they hear Tytan mention Rory's name. Once it's finished, both have puzzled looks on their faces.
Then Rory Batista-laughs.RA: Someone's WAY into Game of Thrones. You wanna be my Winter, son? No winter can darken the Sun King. I'll go Frey on your ass. CW: You know nothing...Tytan. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:44:32 GMT -5
We see Matt, Jaime and Mai sitting around a laptop looking disgusted. MM: I... I just, I just don't understand how someone could do something like that to someone they claim to love. JF: Some men are just assholes... no offense hon. MF: Hey, on behalf of my gender I want to apologize to you both for the actions of that woman beating prick. At least the Ravens eventually did the right thing and cut his ass, even though they should have done it back in February. JF: I'll tell you another thing, I guarantee that today isn't the first day the NFL has seen that footage. MF: Of course it isn't. MM: But they issued a statement saying it was. Why would they lie? MF: Because that's what Goodell does. Notice that he didn't announce an indefinite suspension until AFTER the Ravens essentially did his job for him. He's just covering his ass and praying that everyone forgets how badly he fucked up the initial punishment. He's an absolute joke, easily the worst NFL Commisioner in my lifetime, and worst in any sport with the exception of Selig. Having said that, am I going to stop watching? Hell no. I'll watch both games tonight, probably the Thursday game and then on Sunday I'll be right back to watching Redzone all day. Like KSK said today, we're all hypocrites: kissingsuzykolber.uproxx.com/2014/09/we-are-all-hypocrites-but-thats-not-anything-new.htmlJF: Why don't we find something else to talk about. MF: Agreed. Someone, for the love of God tell me, HOW THE HELL DOES DOM CAPERS STILL HAVE A JOB??!! JF: I meant change the subject to something other than football. MF: Oh...... right. MM: Who's Dom Capers? MF: A senile old man who can no fucking longer do his job effectively. JF: Matt! MF: What? I was answering her question. Everyone pauses for a minute before Mai speaks up. MM: Hey, I know what we can talk about. MF: What? MM: Today's the last day for award nominations, why don't we look up to see if we're nominated for anything? JF: Sounds good. The 3 start looking at the awards nominations. MM: Congratulations Matt, looks like you're going to be one of the finalists for Wrestler of the Year. MF: Not really a surprise. Hell I told everyone last year that I was going to go back to back. And listen to me Mai, I guarantee you're going to be one of the finalists for that next year. (smiles, waiting a beat before his next sentence) Sure, you'll get destroyed by me on the way to my 3-peat, but you'll be a finalist. Mai laughs. MM: Thanks. Mai then pumps her fist as they read the next category. MM: Congratulations Jaime, finalist for NPC of the year. JF: Thank you. MF: About damn time everyone here recognized how hot and brilliant you are dear. I almost want you to win that more than I want to win Wrestler of the Year. JF: Really? MF: Almost. JF (Laughs): What else Mai? MM: Looks like Matt and Carter are strong contenders for Feud, Match AND Angle of the year. Oh, cool, Matt, you got a nomination for Wrestler of the Decade too. MF: Seriously??! Who the hell nominated me for that? MM: Chad Madison. MF: I'll have to thank him for that, even though I don't know what he was thinking there. Even my ego isn't large enough to think I deserve in that category. JF: Cough. MF: Quiet you. MM: Thank you for the nomination for catchphrase of the year Matt. MF: No problem, you deserve it. Now, for the million dollar question...... who are the poor unfortunate souls who are going to be unlucky enough to be nominated with you when you easily repeat as Face of the Year. Mai clicks on Face of the Year and her and Jaime start laughing as they look through. MF: What? JF: 4 nominations for Face of the Year, you're going soft hon. MF (Moving to see the screen): You're not serious. Mai, what the hell did you do? MM: Nothing. I nominated you because I thought you deserved it, but I had nothing to do with the other 3. MF: Oh, son of a bitch. These guys really are evil. MM: Who? MF: Look at who nominated me: Stank, Stan and Moose. 3/5 of the Saints MM: The Saints hate you, why would they nominate you for anything? JF: Because they know how much it pisses Matt off. MF: Exactly, man, these motherfuckers are EVIL. What the hell did I ever do to them? Mai and Jaime exchange looks. MM/JF: REALLY? FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:45:47 GMT -5
We fade to a pub-style bar in the older part of Joe, Montana. Father Lou walks in, looks around and walks with authority up to a booth which is already occupied by one man.FL: Nice place. Lucky: Thought you'd like it. Father Lou indicates he'd like a drink as he sits across from Lucky. They sit in silence for a bit.FL: You had ONE. JOB. L: Oh come on....that's the understatement of the decade. "Look after Firewoman." If I had known how high maintenance she was-- FL: I looked the other way when you failed me the first time, when she disappeared...you thought you were doing what I asked. L: I did, and every day I wish-- FL: Moving on...you allowed her to be imprisoned and now you've gotten yourself banned from any contact with her. L: Just in OOWF....I can go back to the house in New Orleans and wait. Alex will be done being mad at her about Paige, and he'll hire me back. Or she'll get done paying for-- FL: No....you're not leaving. You've received offers from Carter and Tytan. L: There's no way in hell I'm working for Tytan. He killed-- FL: And Carter and Lexie...no, no.....someone else will make an offer...that's the one you take. L: Does it matter who? FL: Of course it does...that's why you wait for this one. L: Oooooh....kaaaaay.... The waitress brings Father Lou's drink over, and leaves. Father Lou lifts the whiskey in a silent toast, and then drinks.L: I'm...sorry I let you down again, Father. FL: You know, when we took you in to the family, it was with the understanding that you would contribute and be a valuable member of the family. I see no reason for that to stop now just because of another mistake. L: Thank you, Father. Father Lou raises the glass again and pauses.FL: Make another, however...and we may need to rethink that relationship. Father Lou downs the rest of the whiskey and then gets up and leaves. |
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Post by firewoman on Jun 9, 2017 18:49:10 GMT -5
Some time has passed, and Lucky is leaving the bar, his face is slightly flushed, and it's obvious he has had a few drinks. He lets out a little sigh, and then goes to call a cab like a responsible adult. From off to the side we hear a voice say "no need for that, I can give you a ride." Lucky looks over and sees Dashing Victor Deniro leaning on his cane. Lucky lowers his phone but does not put it away. Lucky: Actually Mr. Deniro, I do not believe we will be going the same direction tonight. Apparently my services in the OOWF are no longer needed. DVD: I had heard that, but I do not believe that to truly be the case. I think I have a position that may interest you. Admittedly, it will be nowhere near the amount of money others have offered you. However, I think it has certain perks you might enjoy. Lucky raises an eyebrow unsure of where Victor is going with this. Lucky: I'm not sure I follow you? DVD: As you know, I am currently focusing all my efforts on finding who ran Danny down. I could use some help in this, and you are a man with a specific set of talents that could aid me in this endeavor. Lucky: While I do appreciate your opinion of me, and genuinely hope you find who did that to Mr. Taylor, I do not think I would be of any use to you right now. Lucky lifts his phone back up preparing to dial a cab again, when Victor again speaks stopping him. DVD: In particular, I would need your help in investigating the Darlings and any potential involvement they may have had. You have traveled with them for years and would be able to access channels involving them that I would not even know existed. If in the process this allowed you to keep a close watch on your former client, well....I did say there were certain perks that could be offered. Lucky pauses for a moment thinking this all over before closing his phone and placing it back into his pocket. Lucky: You know Mr. Dinero, I think I will take you up for that ride after all. Victor merely smiles as we FADE |
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You're kidding, right?