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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:33:06 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Orange Walk Town, Belize October 22, 2014 OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchMai Muyo vs. Alexis Darling No Disqualification Street FightChris Evans & Ecosystem vs. Murphy's Law Danny Taylor vs. Ghosthead vs. Matt Folz Tytan & Firewoman vs. Rory Albright & Jose Reyna The Wild Bunch & Spider McNulty vs. Saints of Sinners Alexander Darling & Christian Carter vs. Banned From Everywhere card subject to Belizian stuff |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:33:46 GMT -5
<the OOWF slowly filters into the Palma Soriano airport for their flight to Belize. Moose walks into the bar and sees Stank sitting at the bar. He sits down next to him, wincing in pain and orders whiskey. The two sit there for a long time without saying a word> Sta: Ribs? MHJ: Yep Sta: sucks MHJ: Yep <there is a long silence between them once again> MHJ: you need anything? Sta: <long pause> nah, I'm good MHJ: I know how you feel Sta: Sean? MHJ: Yep <another long silence, then the announcement for the OOWFers to board> MHJ: You ready? Sta: Yep <Moose slaps Stank on the back and the two Saints get up and head to the boarding gate> |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:34:25 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams as he exits the Saints’ locker room.** SFJ#47: “L.D., You had an incredible match with Spider McNulty.” LDW: “I did, and he got the best of me. No shame in that.” SFJ#47: “But that victory puts him one step closer to getting his hands on Moosehead Jack and eliminating the Saints of Sinners.” LDW: “And that right there is why Spider represents everything that is wrong with the OOWF.” SFJ#47: “What do you mean?” LDW: “Last night, a talented veteran in the midst of a career resurgence got in the ring with the OOWF wrestler of the decade and tore the house down. We proved that age is irrelevant. I’m forty one, he’s...more than that, and we put on a clinic, the kind of match you can’t see anywhere else. But, if you ask Spider about it, he won’t mention any of that. He’ll tell you that Moose has one less person to hide behind. He’ll tell you that Stank is next. He’ll tell you the Saints are going to fall. Forget the stupidity of those statements. Forget that the Saints are the cornerstone of this company. Forget the fact that men and women both better and worse than Spider have tried to take me out and failed. Spider won’t look past his vendetta to see that last night we were everything that Royalty says we can’t be. We were everything the WWE says the OOWF is incapable of. It was a moment. When you’ve been doing this as long as we have, you realize that those moments are what really matter.” SFJ#47: “And this week when you and the rest of the Saints face Spider and the Wild Bunch?” LDW: “A bloodbath with my daughter on the opposite side - not my definition of a moment.” <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:36:08 GMT -5
Ecosystem is tapping his foot, looking at his watch. Firewoman comes running up, with her bag, John Ross Ewing walking calmly behind her.FW: Sorry, the casa de santos was further from the airport that I thought. Eco: You really need to get a watch or something, and...what did you do to your hair? FW: I know, I'm sorry, please don't fine me again. Eco: Your boyfriend here could just pay it off. FW: He's not my...why are you so mad? Eco: Because...just...get on the plane. They board and everyone is getting settled, which means having to wait until other people are done stowing things in overhead compartments. Firewoman stands impatiently waiting when Alex turns around to see who is glaring daggers into his back.AD: Oh, hi there. FW: Whatever, are you done yet. AD: * smirking* Nope. I have to put this up here really carefully...it's got some really important WWE merchandise in it, so I might be a while. JRE: Get a move on, Darling. AD: Yeah? Who's going to make me, you? JRE: Been in a few fights in my day. It's been a while though, I could use another'n. FW: Guys... AD: Well, too bad, I'm not looking to go slumming...although apparently you are. He drops his eyes down to look at Firewoman. John Ross makes a move and Alex doesn't back down. Fire tries to keep them apart.Eco: HEY! Friendly reminder about the "no violence on a plane" rule-- AD: We aren't in the air yet. Eco: I AM CHANGING THE RULE! IN THE AIR ON THE GROUND NO FIGHTING NOWHERE! JRE: Fine. AD: We'll be off the plane eventually, Ewing. JRE: Yeah, well...* looking at Fire and back at Alex*... you know where to find me. FW: * eyeroll* Seriously, guys...could either of you be more neanderthal? Eco: Alex, get a move on. Alex smirks and finishes and John Ross and Firewoman get their stuff settled and sit down across from Mai and Ecosystem. John Ross indicates he wants to talk to Ecosystem about board stuff which is boring so the INC focuses on Mai who is focused on Firewoman who is focused on looking down at her knees.MM: You okay? FW: Fine....just....I'm sorry about the ambush, Mai. I should have seen it...Old me WOULD have seen it. MM: There's no way you could have known, Fire, and ...what did you do to your hair? FW: Oh...* grabs a lock*...dreadlocks. It's the islands. And....they are supposed to increase your sensory perception. MM: Okay..... FW: So maybe I can unblock whatever is getting in my way of seeing things coming. MM: Please don't beat yourself up-- FW: Yeah, that's what the Royals are for. MM: Fire... FW: Mai...I can't do this. I knew I couldn't, but I tried to convince myself I could. Alex is right. I'm no leader. Fire puts on her headphones, signalling the conversation is over. Mai sits back, sort of pouting. Ecosystem is still talking, but John Ross looks sympathetically at Firewoman, then turning back to his conversation with Ecosystem. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:36:41 GMT -5
Tytan is about to get on the plane and he is stopped by SFJ #34 SFJ#34: Tytan it looks like next week you and of all people Firewoman will be taking on two people that you now have issues with Rory Albright and Jose Reyna. What are your thoughts? Tytan: What are my thoughts? (he pauses) We don't even get a chance to wrestle Royalty because they took the coward way and decided to jump us with weapons. So now this is two weeks in a row I have been busted open. And you have the nerve to ask what are my thoughts? (Pauses) I'm pissed off that is what my thoughts are. They know they can't beat us in the ring so they decided they have to get us before that. It's pretty weak in my book, then again that is the WWE. I told you once and I will tell you again...Royalty. The only way you are going to stop me is kill me, and you haven't done that. So I am still going to come at you and I will lay the fallen at the feet of the Brat Prince. And Firewoman. You and I are partners this week. So, here's what I need from you. Don't be a leader be my partner. I need the Firewoman that I went to Hell and back with. The one that would leave it all in the ring, and didn't care what she had to do to win. I don't need what is stepping in that ring these days. It's only a shell of the Warrior I knew. (He walks off to the plane.) FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:37:10 GMT -5
I need the Firewoman that I went to Hell and back with. The one that would leave it all in the ring, and didn't care what she had to do to win. I don't need what is stepping in that ring these days. It's only a shell of the Warrior I knew. (He walks off to the plane.) FADE OOC: Take it up with the match-writers  |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:37:41 GMT -5
**Crash and burn are discussing strategy on the plane when SFJ#47 sits down across form them.** SFJ#47: "Miranda, can I get your thoughts on facing your father this week?" Wilder: "It's not like they're the only ones in the match." M: "That's true. Dad and I might not even be in the ring at the same time." SFJ#47: "L.D. is predicting a bloodbath." M: "He's probably right. There's a lot of bad blood - no pun intended - between our team and the Saints. Well, except for Dad and I...mostly." SFJ#47: "But-" M: "Look, I get it. It's a wierd situation. Would I be happier if Dad and I were on the same side? Of course. But at the same time, his choice to be a Saint is one of the things I admire most about him." TW: "Say what now?" M: "Dad's not a Saint because he's a bad guy-" TW: <coughs> M: "-entirely. He's a Saint because he stands by his friends. The same reason I'm part of the Wild Bunch." SFJ#47: "But Wednesday night you - or L.D. - may have to choose between your friends and each other." M: "I know. And. I honestly can't tell you what we'll do. But we'll make it work. we have to." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:38:12 GMT -5
(In a quiet corner of the plane Power is curled up in the seat. She doesn't seem to be coherent, sobbing and clutching at Tuska's arm. Tuska tries to console her, but is having very little success. Across the airplane Sunny and Chloe look at the scene and laugh.)Sunny: (Confidently) Step one complete. Chloe: (Gleefully) She's a blubbering mess. Sunny: Wearing away at her will be a piece of cake. No matter what they do, they can't stop us. Her grip on reality will slip away. Slowly she will lose it all. What good will be her million dollar body if she has a ten cent mind. Chloe: So much for her being the better sister. Jack made her hand over her belt. By the time we're done with her she'll be kissing my boots and begging to be in the Saints. Sunny: I will humiliate her like her friends have humiliated me. She will pay. Chloe: (bouncing in her seat and clapping her hands) Oh, I can hardly wait. Sunny: Soon, Chloe, very soon. (Sunny turns her attention to her tablet as Chloe just stares and giggles at her sister and the cameras fade.) |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:40:07 GMT -5
Local House show in Belize Crowd doesn't know who to expect until Tytan comes down the ramp in battle gear and shovel. He poses for the crowd and takes the mic and hits the center of the ring. He is greeted with more cheers then boos. Tytan: Well....it seems there is plenty of people that like my cause. And guess what I am still standing. I have realized I have been playing this battle with Royalty wrong. I have been nice about it and where has that gotten me. Several stitches as well as being down a pint or two of blood. Royalty. Still standing. So maybe it's time for a change. Maybe it's time for a Revolution! (The crowd cheers and chants of Royalty sucks.) Well, you got that right. Royalty you are looking at a one man revolution. I am willing to step up, now who's going to join me in this and I am directing this to you Folz. If anyone has a reason to fight it's you. So, let's do this. Now, Onto you Firewoman. What happen to you? You should be the IC champ right now. I know you have gone through some crap but it seems like you lost your sparkle. Now come Mayhem it's time you found it. Look, I got the shovel here if you need to find your sparkle again who better to find it then on me. Someone you went to hell and back with. It comes down to this. I need Firewoman. Not what's been showing up. And if Royalty wants a war they say we are a bunch of psychopaths and crazies. Well guess what OOWF we are and that's what it's going to take to get rid of Royalty and the Brat Prince once and for all. Consider the Revolution started. Time to fight back! Music plays and Tytan leaves. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:40:44 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is sitting on a chair somewhere, Intercontinental Championship in her arms.
Mai: I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. I don’t pretend that I’m a saint. I sin and fall short of God’s grace constantly. I don’t pretend to be royalty. I’m lucky to even be recognized on the street. I don’t pretend to be a master in the ring. Some of the guys here have forgotten more than I’ve learned. Here’s what I am. Mai raises her championship up.
Mai: I am the Intercontinental Champion of the Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation. And I am not someone to be trifled with. Alexis, maybe you don’t watch the show anymore, I don’t know. But two weeks ago, before you started jumping me every week instead of facing me like a woman, I choked out Moosehead Jack. And then, in the same night, I choked out the Onslaught Champion Rory Albright. And then, in the same night, I went twenty-nine minutes with the World Champion and almost choked him out. Two years ago, Alexis, you could have had your way with Mai Muyo. Those days are long, long over. So you have two options on Wednesday. You can be a coward like my brother, and have your goons jump me for the third week in a row. And that’s fine. I get paid the same whether I win by pinfall, submission or disqualification. And if you know you’re going to lose anyway, well hey, why not get your licks in. But if you genuinely think you’re still in my league, Alexis – if you still think you could go one on one with Mai Muyo and have even the slightest chance of taking this Intercontinental Championship from me – then show up Wednesday night and face me like a woman. On October 22nd, you and I will be putting on the first ever all-female wrestling main event in the history of Belize, from WWE, from OOWF, from anywhere. There are going to be little girls in that arena who have never seen two women wrestle, Alexis. You and I have the chance to inspire them. So you can rise to the occasion, or you can choke. Mai smiles.
Unfortunately, when people go up against me . . . they tend to choke. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:41:47 GMT -5
The Darling twins are WALKING~ down the Hallway of Random Encounters discussing dinner plans.LD: Christian and I are meeting at the La Vida Loca. You should come by. AD: I might later. LD: Later, we might not be there *wink* AD: Have fun, just don't get 'injured'. LD: No promises. Bye brother dear. Lexi heads down a different hallway as Alexander continues. Then there's a loud noise, like a generator tripping, and the power goes out leaving the Hallway of Random Encounters pitch black. We can see everything happening because of...um...magic?AD: This can't be good. Suddenly there's an echoing sound. As it gets louder and clearer, it's the sound of a young woman laughing. And it's very familiarAD: This crap don't scare me! Who's there? YWV: I'm here. I'm there. I'm everywhere! Alex knows the voice, but he can't place it.AD: Who are you? What do you want? Suddenly there's a flare of light off to Alex's side, as if a match was struck. It lights a candles, emitting an eerie orange glow. From it, holding the candle, we see a figure, shorter than Alex, with a black towel covering it's head, obscuring it's face. As Alex reaches for them, it raises it's head. We then see the beautiful candlelit eyes and face of Selena.AD: Really? Sa-T: Come with me. We need to talk. Alex points to himself, then Selena.AD: We? As in just you and me? Or... Selena smiles her patented smile.Sa-T: Nevermore...Boy. *Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:46:06 GMT -5
In the OOWF commisary area, people are coming and going...and pointing and laughing. At what? At the crazy person sitting in a full hazardous material suit, staring at a styrofoam cup in front of whomever it is. Moosehead Jack walks by, shaking his head...then stops and turns. He stares for a moment, like he's trying to figure out what is going on, and then walks slowly up, head tilted. He stops in front of the hazmat person and looks through the face shield.MHJ: What...in the hell....are you doing? HMP: I am not sure how I'm supposed to drink this. MHJ: Take the hood off? HMP: And risk exposure? No way... MHJ: Exposure to what? HMP: Moose...do you know where we are? MHJ: .....Belize? HMP: And have you been watching the news? MHJ: Fire..... Moose pulls up a chair and sits down in front of her.HMP: There's a cruise ship in the harbor and the woman on it-- MHJ: Fire...you aren't going to catch ebola. FW: You don't know that! MHJ: You binge-watched Headline News again, didn't you. FW: ......maybe. MHJ: Whatever they're giving you for your obsessive-compulsiveness, check the dose. FW: Very funny. HEY! Moose reaches across the table and takes the hood off.FW: If I catch ebola I am going to lick your face. MHJ: You. Are. Not. Going. To. Get. Ebola. FW: But... MHJ: Drink your pumpkin spice latte. Fire pouts a minute and then realizes that she can now drink the coffee, so she does.MHJ: So you only binge-watch the news and succumb to conspiracy theories when you're upset. What's wrong? FW: Oh nothing... MHJ: Fire.... FW: Moose....do you think I'm a joke? MHJ: .... FW: .... MHJ: Why no, Fire. It's perfectly rational to be sitting in the middle of a cafeteria in a hazmat suit trying to absorb coffee via osmosis. FW: ... MHJ: Of course I don't think you're a joke...Why would you-- FW: Tytan. MHJ: Tytan? FW: He keeps going on and on about 'the Firewoman that I used to be.' I'm the same Firewoman!!! So I don't see the need to bleed people dry for kicks anymore.... MHJ: .... FW: Okay, no, that's still fun, but I don't DO it.... MHJ: Well....you don't seem to have as much of your edge as you used-- FW: But that's just IT~! I'm not ALLOWED to have an edge. I can do edgy promos and threaten death and destruction, but then I get memos from Creative that it's really just not facy enough. I want to punch people's lights out, but there's this whole "stereotypical face" thing that no one can seem to break out of, and then even if I ignore them and do it anyone, the show starts and for some reason I miss obvious signs and fall for stuff that I would NEVER-- Fire's rant is interrupted by Kayfabe strolling in. She appears to have a vial of something vaguely medical looking and shakes it in front of Fire who flinches. Kayfabe nods and walks away.FW: I mean.... MHJ: You lied. FW: Which time? MHJ: To Stank. When you said "Quinns don't have hearts." FW: We don't. MHJ: I don't. You do...and I can tell it's-- FW: Do NOT say it. MHJ: Fine, I won't say it. But I know you wanted nothing more than to come home from ... the hospital, have a nice homecoming with HIM, and get back to work. And that's not what happened. FW: Moose, drop it. MHJ: I don't like him. I hate his fucking guts. But....he seemed to be...making you...ugh, I can't say it... FW: Just, let it go.... MHJ: The fact that his blood is not smeared on every wall and his head isn't on a pike right now, is because of you. I know it would only upset you more, and....well, just say the word, and I will take him out for hurting you. FW: Aw.....that's so sweet...... MHJ: See? I can do supportive big brother. FW: Took you long enough. But it's not necessary, and you know that. MHJ: A guy can dream. FW: I just don't know, Moose....I know you want to stay out of the WWE stuff for now-- MHJ: Forever. FW: Whatever. And I knew someone needed to step up and be the ... galvanizing force to put everything together, but....Maybe Alex is right....maybe it's just not meant to be me. I can't do it. MHJ: Lisa Marie Quinn! ...Alex is NEVER right-- FW: Unless it's putting me in an asylum. MHJ: Extenuating circumstances. Fuck all the Darlings. Every single fucking one of them. Don't EVER let those rich assholes bring you down. Second, you remember when we were kids? Remember when those rich assholes from the north of town came in and decided they were going to take our shit? Not just ours, but our friends too? Who refused to let that happen? You. You got us all together and we kicked the ever loving shit out of those kids. Beat those fuckers so bad they didnt DARE come back again. Well Alex and the rest of Royalty and those WWE Fucktards are those rich assholes. Fuck them. Fuck being nice. Fuck whatever feelings you might have had about him, or his stupid fucking sister. They are trying to take what we have, they are trying to take OUR shit. Fuck them. Don't fucking hold back. By any means necessary Lis. There is no such thing as too violent. Fire looks at Moose stunned, but before she can answer, a production assistant arrives with a large flower box.PA: These arrived for you, Firewoman. FW: Oh wow, thanks. MHJ: Sorry, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. The PA places the box on the table.FW: I wonder who-- MHJ: Seriously? Probably Ewing. Leave it to you to find a mash-up of Chad and Alex. Fire looks at her hands, which are still in the double-latex gloves.FW: Can you open it for me? MHJ: Seriously? FW: Please? MHJ: Ugh, I hate when you do that. Whatever it is, Moose agrees and opens the box. Inside are a dozen 24-carat Forever Roses. Some are gold dipped, some platinum, some gold trimmed in a variety of colors.FW: Wow..... MHJ: What a useless gift. FW: Who are they from? MHJ: I assume Ewing. FW: Ah....He's really trying hard. MHJ: For what? FW: .... MHJ: Seriously? I figured, much as I don't want to think about it, you already-- FW: I need John Ross to be my eyes and ears on the board. And an advocate. If it will make me happy, he'll make sure the board hears it. MHJ: And in exchange? FW: NOTHING is happening. MHJ: Seriously? FW: Moose...after I ran away from mom I swore I would never have sex with anyone to get anything ever again. And I've held to that. I only have sex when I'm bored or when I'm in lo....um....yeah. MHJ: You know he watches OOWF-TV. FW: He already knows what I need him for. He's a player and he likes the chase, so I let him chase me. MHJ: See? You are good at this. There's a card.... FW: Can you-- Fire holds up her gloved hands.MHJ: You really need to get out of that. Moose opens the card and reads.MHJ: "Lee, you got this. I know it's hard for you but never ever doubt yourself. I have all the faith in the world in you, you know that. See you soon, I hope. Happy Sweetest's Day " I think I may be sick. Fire smiles fairly broadly as Moose shows her the card. Suddenly she jumps up and gives Moose a hug around the neck. MHJ: HEY! Reputation, here! FW: Sorry, I'm just. You're right Moose and so is he. Time to kick some sports entertainment ass. Fire grabs the box, and rushes away, as much as she can in a hazmat suit. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:48:22 GMT -5
<Moose remains at the table, then notices the INC is still there focused on him> Spider, it appears you have a death wish. You want to run the gauntlet of the Saints, be my guest. It's your funeral. Should you somehow make it......I will gladly end your career. As for the rest of the Wild Bunch......this week doesn't matter. Power and Shane, we proved you were frauds by taking your titles, and Miranda and Tommy, we proved that you weren't up to the task by defending the titles against you. This week is nothing but a bloodletting. Nothing on the line, nothing to lose.....the Saints are going to fucking destroy you. Trust me <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:49:06 GMT -5
(The scene is Saturday night at the Phoenix Resort in San Pedro where we find Power on the balcony, wearing a bathrobe, overlooking the ocean. She is lost in thought, but senses she's being watched. She turns and finds INCy, takes a seat on the lounger on the balcony, and begins talking, though it's obvious she's still distracted.)Power: I feel...better. Shane is doing his best to keep me focused, to bring me back to Earth. Though the more I'm around him...the more he touches me. (Power blushes) Damn, I've never felt like this before. The more I wanna fight for him, the more I wanna fight the Saints, but the more I wanna...just...go home, take Shane with me, be with him, just him. But not yet. I have to settle this, once and for all, with my sister, with Moose, with...with Sunny. (Power starts to turn away from the camera, but turns back, rage on her face and a tear in her eye.)Power: You NEVER wanted my heart, you wanted to steal my body, my soul, my family fortune. Well, that's not happening. Now you align with my sister, the one who destroyed your arm, that my family and I rebuild? You side with the Saints, the most evil stable in professional wrestling today? And you side with Moosehead Jack, that soulless, evil demon who has made it his mission to put me out of professional wrestling so that my sister can finally claim she's the better sister? (Power spits on the ground) You may win a battle or two, destroy my face, cripple me, but it comes down to one simple thing. Clio – Chloe – I am now, and will always be, better than you. All the humiliation you have heaped on me, all the degradation, you will pay, one way or another. You think you're holding a singles title in the OOWF? Not happening. Bet on it. Wednesday night, there will be another war. And while one team will get it's hand raised, it won't settle anything. John Ross will continue his playing with Fire, get a big house, and huge ratings, because the Wild Bunch puts on the best show in the house, and the Saints and the Wild Bunch IS Ratings Gold. But in reality it's just another skirmish in a battle that will see many more battles before the war is won. Trust me. (We hear the phone ringing inside the room. Power doesn't move, a few more tears have rolled down her cheek. The door to the balcony opens, and Tuska, wearing a towel, opens the door.)Tuska: It's your stepmom. She wants to know if the accomodations are OK. Power: Did you tell her? Tuska: Yes, but she wants to talk to you. She's worried. Power: Just like Dad, always worried about me. (Stands up and walks over to Tuska. She puts her arms around his neck.) Just like you. Tuska: (Putting his arms around Power, losing his grip on the towel.) Remember what you said last night. Until Monday Morning, this is a clothing free zone. (Power giggles, pushes Shane back, then sheds the robe and leaves it on the balcony and shuts the door. We hear a yelp and more giggles inside the room before we hear Power say “Hello, Mary Lou” and the scene fades.) |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:49:39 GMT -5
*Kansas City, MO* Lorde's "Royals" begins to play and the crowd erupts for the cheap pop. And they don't seem to care in the slightest that Alexis Darling is making her way down to ringside. She's in her wrestling gear and she ignores the crowd as she slides into the ring. She asks for a microphone... Lexie: I'm going to get right to the point. Mai Muyo, you've shown more bravery than I expected from someone in your family. I mean considering how much of a pussy your brother is, I just assumed it would be genetic, but look at you acting all tough. But that's all it is Mai, an act. You want to reflect on your recent accomplishments and they're all well and good. You've been on one hell of a roll. And you want to claim I'm a coward, you want to believe I'm not in your league, be my guest. Because here's the thing, I'm not in your league. I'm so far above and beyond your league, you wouldn't even know where to find me. Look where I am little girl. I'm in the prime time. I'm under the bright lights. I'm in the big city. I'm leagues beyond you and you should be happy I deem you worthy enough to step in a ring with me.
We're making it crystal clear. Royalty is taking over wrestling. You can either climb on board or get left behind. There's a place for you in the New World Mai. Yes, you may have to spend some time in NXT to learn how to wrestle but you can have a future. The one thing I can guarantee is that future won't be as OOWF Intercontinental Champion. That's a belt with some Royal lineage and I plan on taking my rightful place at the right hand of the future King of the World. There will be no revolutions, there will be no uprising, and there will be no pretenders to the court of Royalty. We are quite simply the best merging of talent in wrestling. We will soon take over both the OOWF & WWE and no one can stop us. So, please, don't try and stop us...wait, no...please try so there can be no question of what if. Just like there won't be any question who' truly better between us Mai...Booyah, Bitch!Layla El then makes her way down to the ring and faces the Ice Queen. And it's an utter destruction as Alexis CURBSTOMPS her FIVE TIMES before putting her away with a BITCH KILLER. *Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:50:09 GMT -5
*OOC* Gonna try and add a promo to this tomorrow, but for now...more Raw results. Alexander Darling def. Sheamus to qualify for a Six Way #1 Contender's Hell in a Cell match on Sunday. Dean Ambrose def. Miz to qualify Seth Rollins def. Mark Henry to qualify John Cena def. Kane to qualify Randy Orton def. Big E Langston to qualify Dolph Ziggler def. Cesaro to qualify Also, Christian Carter & Jose Reyna were not involved in the pinfall when the Usos won a #1 contender's match by pinning SlaterGator. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:50:40 GMT -5
(The scene is a packed Monday night OOWF House Show. Seems folks in Punta Gorda don't watch the WWE network much. Anyway, the lights come down and the Jumbotron plays:
...and out comes Chloe, carrying her branding iron and microphone, with Sunny and the bodyguards by her side. The crowd boos them mercilessly as they head toward the ring. A few of the fans taunt Chloe and she responds by swinging her branding iron toward them. One fan takes umbrage to that and one of the bodyguards grabs the fan. The fan swings away on the bodyguard to no effect. Finally arena security comes to collect the fan and the bodyguard turns him upside down and drops him on his head. Chloe and Sunny react with a mock “oops” and begin laughing. They climb the steps to the ring. The music ends and Chloe raises the microphone.)Chloe: I hope that's a les....WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP! (fans boo louder) Oh, fine then. I hope that's a lesson to you wimps here in Punta Gorda that you don't mess with the Saints. It's a lesson that the morons in the Wild Bunch are yet to learn. (Cheers at the mention of the faces)Oh, oh, oh, oh, you wanna cheer them? You wanna cheer the FORMER Tag Team Champs, my sister with the broken face, her boyfriend with the broken voice, or the other former champs, the punk daredevil and the Columbian concubine? (Turns toward the back) No offense, LD. (Turns back to the camera) And the old man who's almost as old as my dead daddy, and has just about as much life in him. We're supposed to be scared of THEM? The only thing that scares ME is that we might just overwhelm medical if we injure them like we want to. So call out the reserves, call our the Red Cross, call out Médecins Sans Frontières, because Wednesday night at Mayhem, it will be all our war. Now I present to you the administrative assistant to the Saints of Sinners, my second best friend in the whole world. (Sunny pushes her, and Chloe turns to her and mouths the word “Jack”. Sunny goes “Oh!” and nods her head.) And an architect of Global Turmoil from the Middle East to the Far East, the heir to the family fortune, the princess, Sunaina Hamid! (The crowd boos as Chloe gives Sunny a hug and then the microphone. Chloe runs to the turnbuckle and yells at the crowd.)Sunny: Don't worry, Chloe. I'm used to people raging against me. They spit on me in Syria, they tried to punch me in Pakistan, and they marched against us in Mindanao. (Sunny smiles) Oh, Mary Lou...the Superferry Explosion? I hired Dellosa to plant that bomb...that it took out some of your family scum...that's just an added benefit. (Fans start showering the ring with debris. Sunny sends out the bodyguards to stop them.) Oh shut up. My family just makes the world safer...for us. And speaking about making the world safer, I want to address this so-called Royalty. (More boos) The Saints have no interest in having anything to do with a bunch of Circus Clowns. No Bikini clad little girls being all submissive to the big bosses, no monologue main events. We just kick ass here. Their idea of Sports Entertainment is slapfights, little girls, and annoying interviews that go on and on and on. The Saints' idea of entertainment is much more fun. Like, oh, dislocating the shoulder of Dee Murphy. Breaking the face of Power – I really liked that one. And the most fun...Maple Leaf Massacre...when this woman lost the match...but won the war. (More boos and more debris.) So Royalty, go on, enjoy your easy life up there in the so-called big leagues. Because the honest truth is that you KNOW that the Saints will kick your asses and leave you black and Royal Blue. But first the Saints will steamroll through the alleged Wild Bunch on Wednesday. And the Saints will rule the OOWF. Because there's nothing anyone can do about it. (Sunny hands the microphone to Chloe, a demonic look in her eyes.)Chloe: Trust us. (Sunny and Chloe raise their arms to the crowd before stepping out of the ring and heading backstage as the cameras fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:51:14 GMT -5
Tytan faces away from the screen as he begins his old school promo. Tytan: (arms out stretched) It seems once again the odds are not in my favor. Come Mayhem Tytan will step into the ring full of people that don't like me. (Batista laughs) But that is the time when Tytan and those who believe will rise. We will rise and be strong. Why? (Shakes his head and starts to breath hard) Because we have no choice. It is what I have done all my life. I am going against to people that represents the wrong end of the war between the OOWF and the WWE. And then....and then there is my partner. I know our history. The whole OOWF Universe knows are history. We are not on the top of each others list. But I told you I believe in your cause and will have your back. And that I will. But you need to stop worrying about what the world has to say about a safer Firewoman. And a more "PC" Firewoman since you are suppose to be on the side of good. The thing is Firewoman. WE are the OOWF. WE are not good, WE are a bunch of maniacs, psychopaths, and lunatics that give the heart and soul to something they love day in and day out. Now, we have sports Entertainment at our doors. And it's led by the brat Prince himself. He is an insult to what was good to him for years. And he deserves when the Hounds of Hell and the OOWF come crashing down on him. Firewoman. All I ask you is to be the Firewoman I know for one night. Let's start to turn the tide of this battle because they haven't killed me and there is still blood running through these veins and it's the colors of the OOWF! (FADE) |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:53:12 GMT -5
At WWE Main Event, Jose and Carter have just dispensed with Jack swagger and Kofi Kingston. They are celebrating in the ring with Lexie and a reluctant Jamie Folz. Suddenly, three fans jump over the barricade and into the ring, attacking the three wrestlers, while Jamie bails out. They seem to be pretty evenly matched. Alexis pulls the hoodie off her opponent to reveal MIRANDA WILLIAMS! Likewise, the other two in the ring are revealed to be Tommy Wilder and Tytan~! The melee continues until that shitty music hits, and Alexander Darling and Paige come running down the ring to help with the Royals numbers game. After a bit of a rumble, they manage to separate to opposite sides of the ring and Carter and Tytan each have microphones.CC: Well, well, well... is this your pathetic attempt at an invasion? Tyt: No, this is just a little something we call retaliation. The Royals all scoff at this. Alexis grabs the microphone from Carter, while Alexander looks around the arena, an amused look on his face.LD: Really...the three of you? That's all you could muster to fight with you in this little war, Tytan? That's pathetic, and hardly a retaliation. Besides, how did you get in? JR: Tickets.... LD: No, the ticketing offices have all been alerted to not sell to any OOWF employee. What is so funny? Alexis turns to Alexander who is batistalaughing in the corner. Everyone turns to look at him with the same question.AD: Lexie....we only know one person who can get her way into and out of anywhere she wants to go...Okay, babe...c'mon out. There's a pause...and then suddenlyTerror....This is what you call meFirewoman appears at the top of the ramp, jeans and boots and leather jacket, arms folded, with a microphone. Carter, Reyna, and Alexis are incensed, but Alexander merely smirks...he might almost be impressed. the music fades after the first "Fucker," and Fire basically stands there, arms folded, also smirking.AD: Well, well, well, wifey. Well done. You can add criminal trespass to your repetoire, and while I hope our inept WWE security are getting ready to escort you from the building, I'd like them to hold off, so you can say what you want to say. FW: I really don't have much to say to any of you. You wanna jump ship and head to greener pastures, hey, by all means be my guest. But leave my company out of it. AD: Your company? What, did your new boy-toy buy it for you? FW: OOWF is my home. It was....our home. I'm not giving it up without a fight. I think you know that. AD: * batistalaughs* Oh yeah, I can see the crack army of three you've assembled here. Well done, honey...well done * golf clap* I told you you couldn't-- FW: Oh, I know what you said. I almost believed it too. Then a couple of people I care about very much reminded me who I am and what I am. I'm a mother-fucking Quinn. And it's time I remind you ... ALL of you... exactly what that means. Alexander stops batistalaughing and smirking.AD: Yeah, what's that? FW: You're not the only one that can plan an ambush....boy. Alexander gets a strange look, but not for long, as Fire drops the microphone and starts to walk down the ramp. Everyone gets ready for something, even though the OOWFers are hopelessly outnumbered. As Firewoman walks, there's movement behind the stage and in the aisles of the arena. LD Williams and Stank come out and run down the ramp past Firewoman. Tommy and Miranda enter from the steady camera side, while the Murphys enter opposite them. Matt Folz leaps from behind the announce table, and moves Jamie to safety before joining the fray. Fists are flying as Firewoman continues to walk down the ramp.
A few WWE wrestlers make it to the ring to help out, and Eric O'Mac slowly stalks Fire as she walks toward the ring. He's got his trusty sledgehammer over his shoulder. Alexander sees Fire has gotten closer to the ring and gets to the top rope to leap off just about the time Eric has her in his sights and has aimed the sledgehammer right for her head. Alexander leaps and Fire turns to see Eric. She dodges to the side and Alex crashes into Eric. Fire smirks and gets in the ring and makes a beeline for Paige, who she unleashes all manner of hell and fury upon, clearly fueled by more than just wrestling politics. She bloodies Paige's nose, and that seems to egg her on more. Meanwhile, Sami Zayn has found Matt Folz as a dance partner, and the Murphys are squared off again the Usos. LD and Stank are nose to nose with Orton and Kane.
Alexander recovers with an apologetic shrug to Eric and gets back in. Fire has Paige teed up in the corner nearest the ramp and reaches into her pocket for...something. Alexander heads that way and...well, he either pulls Paige behind him or Paige rushes to stand behind him. Either way, Alexander and Firewoman are now face to face. Both glare at each other a long while, and then start to smile, but not in a very nice or romantic way. Before anything can happen, Triple H's music hits, and Trips comes to the top of the stage, flanked by WWE security. Firewoman gives a signal of some sort, and she and all the OOWF talent roll out of the ring and up into the crowd...then presumably out of the building. Security follows quickly, but we can be pretty sure they all got away. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:53:48 GMT -5
Back at the house show in Punta Gorda, Spider McNulty steps between the ropes to a nice ovation. In the ring stands Castrato, a local hardcore wrestler, dressed in capri pants and barbed wire. Spider nods at the crowd and the bell rings. Castrato lunges at McNulty, and McNulty swiftly boots him in the gut and nails him with a Spider's Lullabye! He snatches Castrato's ugly mug in the Caught In a Web and the unfortunate Cuban taps. Nice pop as Spider gets his hand raised. He chucks Castrato out of the ring and calls for a mic. McNulty: I'll be damned! I didn't even break a sweat! ( cackles) Hell, I'm lucky if I don't break a sweat steppin' outta the shower these days. ( cackles again) A "Wild Bunch! Wild Bunch!" chant breaks out, really driving the point home that Cuba is totally down with wrestling chants in English. McNulty cackles again and nods. McNulty: Ayuh. The Wild Bunch an' ol' Spider gotta pile of Saints ass to shovel into the Atlantic, amirite? ( nice pop) Lord an' all creation knows I got no love fer the Saints, so it's gonna be a pleasure to feed all 5 of 'em some knuckle sammiches! Moosehead Jack, I want you to know, I'm bringin' second helpins for you, you slug! Nice pop as Spider flexes to accentuate his "point". McNulty: You can hide behind the goon squad, Jack, but sooner or later, I'm gonna get these mitts around your scraggly neck! Spider's most excellent music hits and he saunters out of the ring, slapping international high fives with some especially exuberant Cubanos. FAde. |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:55:12 GMT -5
Later that evening, everyone who was at the WWE Main Event is at the Destroyitarium, congratulating themselves on a job well done. Fire is sitting with LD and Stank when Tytan comes up and pulls up a chair.Tyt: Well...it's about time. FW: Hum? Tyt: The Firewoman we all know and and fear. Welcome back LDW: Let's just stop there, okay? She never went anywhere. FW: There was the whole hospital thing. Fire has not looked up. She's been sort of hyperfocused but absent-mindedly picking bits of dried blood off her hands.S: Still...you've just been more selective on your talents lately. LDW: I like that. Tyt: Well, whatever, I'm glad you selected now. Whose blood is that? FW: I dunno...some is mine, I guess. LDW: Paige's FW: Oh? S: You don't remember? FW: * shrug* I dunno, I know she was there, I know I saw red. LDW: You get that same calmness that your brother does. FW: * shrug* Family curse I guess. Tyt: So what's next? S: Well, I'm going to have another beer. LDW: Me too. FW: * back to her bloody fists* And then we wait. Royals aren't going to take to kindly to being punked out on their own turf. Everyone should keep their eyes and ears open. Tyt: Yeah, I was thinking in our match, we should-- FW: * looking up abruptly* You and I are not friends. Tyt: Well, no, but-- FW: You killed me. Tyt: ....you got better? FW: I don't trust you. Tyt: I don't trust you either. FW: But I will do my damnedest to make sure that Reyna does't walk out of that ring on his own legs. Tyt: So that's it then? Fire doesn't answer, and instead goes back her bloody fists.Tyt: What? LDW: I tried to end your career. You shouldn't trust me. Tyt: I don't. S: But....we cannot deal with that right now. We have to deal with the situation at hand first. Tyt: Enemy of my enemy is my friend. LDW: Friend may be too strong a word...but okay... sure. Tyt: Fire...I want to believe you, but...I have a question. FW: What question is that? Tyt: Alex...you had him....you could have taken him out right there, before security got to the ring....why didn't you? FW: Because he has to make the first move. Tyt: Huh? FW: That's your answer. Fire gets up and goes to another table. LD and Stank look at each other.LDW: My turn... LD goes over to where she's sitting. Tyt: I don't get it. Why does Alex need to make the first-- S: Because that Quinn there DOES have a heart. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:55:46 GMT -5
Chris Evans saunters into the gym, chewing gum and wearing the Official Beats by Dre Headphones of Heeldom. Ecosystem is doing kip-up/back bump exercises in the ring.
Eco: 22...23...where the fuck have you been? Evans: Me? I'm our usual hour late. Then I figured I'd watch TV while vaguely pushing leg weights. Since when do you take training seriously? Eco: Do you understand what's happening tomorrow, Chris? We're going to war. Evans: Oh for fuck's sake, it's a street fight. There are lots of street fights in wrestling. Not a big deal. Eco rolls out of the ring and leans against the apron, shaking his head.
Eco: I think you don't understand the game plan we're running here. Evans: Don't under- for fuck's sake, Juni, then tell me what your plan is for once. Don't make me guess. Eco: The Murphys. Fucking. Hate. You. The only reason they're in this company is because you fucking maimed their dad. And since then, I've run down their best friend while aiming for their other, we tased them to win a match, and last week, we paid off ten audience members to assault them instead of facing them straight up. Evans: So the plan... Eco: After the Murphys get through with us on Wednesday, pouring out all their violence and rage, not an ounce of mercy, Danny will see how alone he truly is. Even among his friends. Evans: ...After they get done with us. Eco: Yes. Evans: You mean, after we get done with them. Eco: Oh no. They're pissed. We're getting our asses kicked. Evans: I'm not going to get my ass kicked! Eco: Well, how do you plan to avoid that? Evans: Well, first I'm going to go train - Eco: What was that? Evans: Oh, fuck you. Eco: Drop and give me twenty-five, Lionheart.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 16:59:50 GMT -5
*OOWF Arena* Tytan finishes up his drink and nods to Stank and the rest of the people in the Destroyatorium before walking out. He makes his way down a hallway and enters the Hallway of Something Is Clearly About to Happen. He makes it about halfway down when the light go out. We hear the sounds of a scuffle and when the lights come back up, there is no one to be seen. In another part of the arena, Sunny & Chloe are cackling over their plans to screw over Edra. They get up and look to be heading outside via the Stairwell Of Wrong Place, Wrong Time. Once again the lights go out and there's another commotion with some grunts and groans before something thunks and we hear what sounds like someone hitting the ground. The lights come back on and once again, nothing and no one can be seen. The next thing the camera fades into is the ring as a match between Dillon Walker and Matt Folz is taking place. Matt pick up the win with his ankle lock and instead of his music hitting as expected, this begins to play instead as the lights go out once again: As the lights come back on, we see Alexander Darling holding his trusty sledgehammer standing over a knocked out Matt Folz. Also in the ring we see a beaten and bruised Tytan handcuffed to one corner of the ring, while Sunny & Chloe are back to back sitting in chairs while tied together. Alexander Darling has the microphone. Alex: To everyone listening in the back and around the world I want you to know, we were going to do this civilly. We're not about the utter destruction of this company. We don't want to burn it to the ground. We don't even want to take over. We wanted to show you that there was more to wrestling than blood and violence and abject horror. But it's clear that you don't understand things any other way. Last week, when we attacked you before the match it was to save you from failing. But if you can't get it through your thick skulls back there, we'll have to be a bit clearer about things. The WWE is the end game. It's where you should want to be. And that's not a slight on the OOWF, well not really, but look where we are right now. There are 85 fucking people in the audience right now. EIGHTY FUCKING FIVE. This isn't the audience the best in the world should be wrestling in front of. We gave everyone in the back an opportunity to be part of something bigger, something better but none of you back there have a fucking brain cell to realize we were doing this for you.
So, if all you understand is violence, then you shall get violence.Christian Carter lifts a slowly coming to Matt Folz to his feet as Alexis Darling holds Jaime from behind and forces her to watch. FINAL TESTIMONY. Carter: By the way Matt...you really need to get a better lawyer and start reading the fine print in the little contract we signed. We were willing to let the first instance go, but time after time you continue to make contact with your lovely wife. The next time you so much look in her direction, she gets 30 more days with Royalty. Touch her or talk to her in any way...60 days. Back out on your deal and you can have her back, but you will not wrestle for an OOWF title for an entire year. We gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you're a god damned moron. It's time you realize that you're a never was and that you're just taking up space in this Royal world. Take your ball, take your whore of a wife, and go home or she won't have a husband when we're done with you.Alex: And as for you two...*Alex kneels off to the side of Sunny & Chloe who are both glaring daggers at him*...Seriously, you two. I was gonna let sleeping dogs lie. Your master Jack knows that war was gonna come between us again, but I was willing to let that develop when the time was right, but you two just had to keep picking and poking. Circus clowns, sports entertainers, here's the truth...it doesn't matter what you think of us because the truth is you are so far below even the peasants in the back we were going to ignore you. But ignoring you seems to give you the idea that your thoughts have credence. That we're afraid of the Saints...let me rid you of that notion right now. I am going to end the title reign of the Saints World Champion. I'm going to make Stank & Williams realize their place in the wrestling world is teaching the next generation, and then when the day comes, I'm going to be there to watch Moose die in a wrestling ring. And Sunny, I don't care what power you think you wield around the world. My last name is Darling. I was raised in a world so far above and beyond even you can comprehend. And if that's not enough to get to you, Omar Al-Tikriti, he knows the same people you do, and he and I...we have a deal. No one you can call will help you. The only help you have is this bitch sitting next to you and anyone in the back that's willing to back you up. And I get that idea, that list is really fucking short.Jose cuts the ropes holding Sunny as Carter keeps Chloe in place. Jose pushes Sunny towards Alexis who nails her with a SUPERKICK. Sunny's head snaps back as Alexis quickly locks up her legs and rolls her over...CURBSTOMP, CURBSTOMP, CURBSTOMP, CURBSTOMP, CURBSTOMP, CURBSTOMP. Lexie finally stops and shakes her head as she joins Carter in front of Chloe. Lexie: You have always been, and will always be a pale imitation of the woman you want to be. I want you to bring that desire to be someone you're not. I want you to grab your master from the back. And I want you to tell him, that this is your fault Chloe. We were really going to leave you for last. Because the truth is we wanted you to reunite with your sister as some sort of last line of defense. We wanted Moose to bring you together and we were going to laugh as you tried to stop us together. The mighty Neal & Cox bloodline failing. Because that's what you and your sister are. Failures. But you couldn't wait, so this is what happens to you. Hopefully, Moose is as smart as he thinks he is and realizes this isn't a war he's ready for. He'll get you in line. He'll make you realize the tag titles aren't something we care about. And you can go on fighting this war with Edra, Shane, Spider because none of you matter to us. But I swear to god, if I head the word Darling or Royalty or anything I can assume is about us come out of your mouth, what I just did to your playtoy will be considered a walk in the park compared to what I do to you. Booyah, Chloe.Meanwhile in the opposite corner where Carter continues to lay some boots to Folz, is a frothing and raging Tytan. Alexander: The big bad monster. The God of the Revolution. The Warrior. The Killer. Man, you make me fucking laugh. See, everyone else in this ring is business. Folz needs to realize his place in this new world. Sunny & Chloe need to learn when to keep their mouths shut, but you Tytan. You're personal to me. My wife may be lost right now thinking this is her home, but I know her better than she knows herself. This isn't home. I AM HOME. And there was a time you took that from me. And I was never able to truly get my revenge for that. First, it was my so-called good buddy Davin taking that opportunity from me. And then it was Moose. And then you hid behind Eco & her in Trinity. And by the time I knew what she was doing, she had made me promise to let her handle it. So I did and by the time I was able to get the chance to end you, LD Williams took that from me. And you were gone. You were a forgotten footnote in the history of this company and my thirst for satisfaction went unquenched.
But lo and behold, you came back and I thought my prayers had been answered. And here I am getting ready to end you once and for all, and you align with my wife. You act as if the past can be forgotten. As if it can be forgiven. Well, she may forget. She may forgive. Or she may just be using you because she knows she needs the numbers. But none of that matters to me. Tytan, you're not a revolutionary. You're nothing. You've always been nothing. And you will always be nothing. Whether it was Poe carrying your sorry ass or Eco, and how the hell does that even happen. That guy is the least talented piece of shit in this company, and yet HE carried you. So, here's the thing Tytan...I could end you right here and now and I can do it with your favorite weapon of destruction.Alexis forces Jaime to slide in Tytan's shovel. This is what you used right? When you piledrove my wife off the top rope. This is what she landed on isn't it. I've been waiting to do this for a long time.Alex winds up and as he's enjoying the moment just a little too much, Tytan spits in his face. You really are just a glutton, aren't you.Alex takes a big backswing and swings as hard as he can and he stops just inches from Tytan's face. You know what, she wants you, she can have you. You're not worth it.Alex then breaks the handle of the shovel over his knee and tosses the two halves away before nodding to Jose. Jose smirks and walks up to Tytan as he reaches into his boot and pulls out his spike. And well, Tytan's a bloody mess once again. Alexander: This is a taste. This is just a small bit of what we're capable of when pushed. We don't want to be this anymore. We don't want you to be this anymore. There's a better path for all of us. You just have to accept us as your new rulers. I know that sounds like it might be tough, but when you really think about it, it really is your best option. You either bow down to Royalty, or well, look around the ring and see your future. Because well, we're Royalty, and you, well, you just hope to be some day.*Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 17:02:06 GMT -5
<cut to a darkened room, lit by a single bulb, old school Moose promo time> I hear a lot of things, Spider. A lot of things. I hear your little protoge and his confused little girlfriend say they are going to take our tag team titles. I hear you making noise about running the gauntlet of the Saints, just to get your hands on me. You know, I hear all these things, Spider, and I add them up. You wanna know what I come up with? I come to the conclusion that you're a smart old man, who should know when he's finished. Who should know when it's time to leave, to walk away gracefully, under his own power. But there's a young, ignorant fuck, who thinks he's tough, who wants to start some shit, instead of letting things happen as they should. A young dumb fuck, who is going to continue to piss me off until there are two less people in the OOWF. One old, and one young. So Spider, when you see your boy and his little tramp, my suggestion to all of you is this. Walk away. Walk away, while you still can, because I am getting tired. I am getting tired of playing games with you. <there is a long pause, Moose sits back in the chair and takes a long drag from his cigar> This reminds me of a story a friend of mine once told.......perhaps you've heard it before..... There was once an old man walking home from work, and he's walking in the snow and he stumbled upon a snake frozen in the ice. He took that snake and he brought it home, and he took care of it. And he thawed it out, and he nursed it back to health. And as soon as that snake was well enough, it bit that old man. And as that old man laid there dying, he asked the snake, "Why? I took care of you. I loved you. I saved your life." And that snake looked that man right in the eye and said, "You stupid old man. I am a snake." The greatest thing the Devil ever did was make you people believe he didn't exist—and you're looking at him right now. I am that snake. I am that devil. And I promise you Spider. I promise you Shane. I promise you Power. I will end you. You may beat me, you may bloody me, but you will never end me. Shane you think you have demons? Son, I will take you to hell and back, I will hurt you in ways you cannot even imagine. Power, you think your life has been hard? Keep fucking with us and I will show you hardship and pain you cannot even imagine. And Spider? You want me? You want Moosehead Jack? You stupid old man, I am the snake. Trust me |
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Post by firewoman on Jul 2, 2017 17:02:37 GMT -5
<Moose walks into the Saints locker room and sees the the attack on Chloe, Sunny and Tytan, shakes his head and walks away> |
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