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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:41:08 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem – OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Round 1 Live! From Suva, Fiji November 12, 2014 Round 1Saints of Sinners vs. Bay Bridge Boyz Alexis Darling & Jose Reyna vs. Rory Albright & Dillon Walker Banned From Everywhere vs. Ghosthead & Spider McNulty Stank & Stan Fulton vs. Crash & Burn Murphy’s Law vs. Firewoman & Tytan Ecosystem & Chris Evans vs. Danny Taylor & Mai Muyo LD Williams & Matt Folz vs. Christian Carter & Alexander Darling Strength in Silence vs. The Draculs Card subject to (insert anything you know about Fiji)
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:50:43 GMT -5
*Murphy's Law are in the Destroyitarium* DK: We get Fire and Tytan... Dee: Fire, you know you have my respect, but...does a Rick Flair imitation with pulling hair back and Flair strut... to be the woman, you have to beat the woman, and that is what I will do at Mayhem. DK: Tytan, no disrespect, but I got where I am without chemical help, other than a pint of Guinness after a workout.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:52:33 GMT -5
(Power and Tuska are entering the night charter plane to Fiji. They walk past John Ross and a reasonably sedated Fire. Tuska tries to guide Power past but she just can't resist. )Power: John Ross, good to see you. Still slumming I see. John Ross: Now Edra... Power: Just surprised you'd associate with a bigger user than you. John Ross: Edra, really... Fire: Walk, girl. Power: Firewoman lies, takes advantage of her friends, asks for forgiveness, then starts the cycle all over again. And you wonder why I won't join you. Quinns, Darlings, you're all alike. (Fire starts to get up, but the medications, the seatbelt, and John Ross keep her in her seat. Power smiles.)Power: That's right, keep your seat. Wouldn't want you to take a dive...again. Fire: Whatever, Edna, enjoy your boy toy. Power: (Taking Tuska's arm) Oh, I enjoy Shane's company. More fun being with a hard working blue collar man. Better than playing with little boys...or girls. Toodles. (Power and Tuska head back to the rear of the plane. They see Spider chatting up a flight attendant. The flight attendant looks up, sees Power, and rushes toward her and throws her arms around her. FA: Edra, it's been so long. How are you? Power: Fine...it's...you're... FA: Oh, you don't remember, Christmas, Prague, the opera? Jill.Power: Jill, yes, I remember now. You were a redhead. FA: I let my hair go back to brunette. Easier. How's Clio? Power: We don't talk much. Jill, this is Shane, my boyfriend. FA: Boyfriend? Well, it looks like a lot of things have changed. We'll catch up later. (Jill puts a passionate kiss on Power before moving on. Power blushes and turns away from Tuska.) Power: It wasn't like that. (Tuska smirks) It WASN'T. OK, maybe a little. Tuska: I've heard the stories. You two were pretty wild. Power: (Spinning around and throwing her arms around Tuska's neck, pulling him close) I still am, but just for you. Tuska: Still hurting? Power: Yeah, but when we get to Fiji, we'll think of something. (Power and Tuska plop down in their seats as Royalty enters the plane. Power frowns.)Tuska: Any word from Sunny? Power: Looks like her lawyers are loosening the talons a bit. They've agreed to dissolve the domestic partnership, all that's left is the management agreement. Much as I hate to admit it, Royalty took care of this problem for me. Still, Sunny and Moose.... Tuska: Not a pretty thought. Power: And the way Fire's dealing with Alex. Just too typical. Lies and manipulation. (The thought is interrupted by the rowdy appearance of Moose, Stan, and Chloe. Power shakes her head.) Power: You'd think they won. Tuska: They hurt us, they believe they did. Power: What's it going to take... (Power turns to Tuska and they share a look, then a gentle kiss, and a powerful hug. We see a tear trickle down Power's cheek as the cameras fade)
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:53:24 GMT -5
<Moose and Chloe sit with the rest of the Saints and settle in for the flight to Fiji, but Chloe can't seem to get comfortable> MHJ: Why are you so restless? Chloe: Because MHJ: Why? Chloe: Because we didn't end my sister, her stupid boyfriend, or the ancient wind bag they hang around! I WANTED BLOOD! <Moose just laughs> Chloe: Something funny? LD: If I may? MHJ: Of course LD: You know, if I didn't know better, I would swear you and Jack were related. Ten years ago, Jack was the same as you. Nothing mattered but making people bleed Chloe: What else IS there? Sta: titles MHJ: Titles <looking at Stan> You too big man. Gold. That's what matters. Sure, bleeding someone dry is an added bonus, and when you have the titles, you never have to go looking for a fight. The fight comes to you. We have what they want, and with their backward mindset, every single day we hold these titles, it is an insult to them. To them, we.....me and you, and Stan, are nothing. To them, we do things the wrong way. To them, we don't respect the game. To them, it is a slap in the face for us to hold gold, when in their minds, THEY should be the ones holding the gold because they think THEIR way is the right way SF: So......by holding the gold, keeping it from them, it is more of an insult to them than breaking their bones or bleeding them dry MHJ: EXACTLY! Crash and Burn, Strength in Silence, the Murphy's hell, even Eco and Evans, they all honestly BELIEVE they are better than us. The fact that they can't beat us eats at them, it drives them crazy. Stan, Alex thinks he is better than you, so does Carter, but have they been able to beat you? No. Every single day we hold the gold, they have to look into the mirror and understand that they don't......... measure up to the Saints, and THAT my friends, is the greatest revenge of all <the Saints all nod and clink beer bottles as we fade>
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:54:29 GMT -5
We fade in to San Antonio, Texas and see Zane Myers going through his mail. He sees an envelope postmarked from Paraguay and opens it curiously, revealing 2 checks and two hand written letters, one for him and one for Bridgette. The ninja cams zoom in over Bridgette's shoulder as she begins to read and we see in beautiful penmanship: Hey girl, CONGRATULATIONS ON THE ENGAGEMENT!!! You are missed around here but I'm so thrilled to hear that you're happy. As an early wedding gift, enclosed are two 2500 dollar checks one from Matt and one from myself, to help you re establish your charity. Call me if you need help with the wedding planning, or just call me to chat and catch up. On behalf of our usual dinner group, I can say that we all miss hanging out with you. (Hopefully) See you at your Bachelorette party, Jaime McAllister Folz. Bridgette smiles as the camera now pans over Zane's shoulder and we see in not nearly as nice writing: Zane, I know that you and I haven't actually had much interaction with each other during my time in the company, and the majority of the encounters we have had have been in opposition. But I feel compelled (meaning Jaime 'suggested') to write you this letter. I'm sure you're completely terrified right now, and if you're not yet you will be, and that's perfectly normal. But I can tell you this, you can win another 10,000 Championships and it won't feel anywhere remotely close to the feeling you'll have when you're looking into the eyes of the woman you love as she says "I do". I wish both of you the best of luck. Jaime and I are throwing our first anniversary party on November 24th when were in Vaiaku, Tuvalu and we formally extend invitations to yourself, Bridgette and Chad. Oh, and one more piece of advice, maybe the most important advice anyone can give you. No matter how much some assholes goad you into it, now matter if your wife agrees to it or not, do not, EVER bet your wife on a match. It'll lead to a month of hell, I can testify to that. Best of luck to you, Matthew Robert Folz. PS: Normally I wouldn't get involved in stuff like this, and if she wasn't in my alliance I really wouldn't care. But tell your partner to get off his ass, pick up the goddamn phone and call Miranda already. Zane puts the note down and shakes his head while smiling. ZM: Amazing how things have changed in the time we've been gone. B: What do you mean? ZM: Matt Folz actually sounds like a face. Bridgette laughs as we... FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:55:25 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams moves to where the Folz's are sitting.** LDW: "Looks like your're stuck with me again." MF: "Against Darling and Carter? I can live with that." LDW: "This time, I've got a cunning plan for the match." MF: "You do realize there's a ninja cam right beside you. And Royalty's about eight rows away." LDW: "It's not a plan you can spoil." MF: "All right, what've you got?" **Williams produces a loonie.** LDW: "Do you believe in fate?" MF: "Outside of my marriage? Not in the least." LDW: "How about random chance?" MF: "That I can do." LDW: <flips the coin> "Heads we out-wrestle them, tails we say screw it and just cripple them." **Williams catches the coin and shows it to Folz, but the camera doesn't pick up the face.** MF: "I like this plan." <fade>
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 11:59:30 GMT -5
Still on the plane...JRE: I'll need to fly back to Dallas soon. Sorry. FW: It's okay. Maybe you can hit the board again. Nothing seems to be working here. Tytan sits down across from them.JRE: This is going to be one of those wrestling strategy type meetings isn't it. FW: I would guess. JRE: I'm hittin' the bar. John Ross kisses Fire on the cheek and heads to the bar.Tyt: You and he.... FW: What do you want? Tyt: I don't know if you saw but you and I are partnered up. FW: Oh right...about that. Firewoman stands, a little shaky from the anti-anxiety meds, but sheer determination wins out.FW: Junichiro Muyo!! Eco: *from the front* What? FW: NOW! Juni hesitates, and then decides to wander on back. He sits in John Ross's empty seat.GMtE: What can I do for-- FW: You put Tytan and I together in a match. GMtE: I did. FW: In defense of the OOWF. GMtE: To be fair, you and the Murphys are actually allied in that so it's not-- FW: Whatever, we will win, no disrespect to the Murphys, and then we face-- GMtE: Me and Evans. Or maybe Danny and Mai, but I'm kinda thinking not and-- FW: Whatever, the point is I know what you're doing. Mai Muyo sits down in the remaining vacant seat, next to Tytan.MM: He's being overconfident, and thinking that his little baby sister could NEVER beat him. GMtE: That's not... FW: No...well, yes, but no. You think I don't recognize the coincidence? Tyt: Me and Fire together? Again? GMtE: Look, you guys, as a team, are amazing. That's why I chose you before! FW: Uh huh. Tyt: We are a good team. FW: Beside the point. This is all feeling entirely too familiar, and I don't like it. One bit. GMtE: Look, I promise. No agenda besides Good Wrestling. Tyt: Juni...your company is hovering on the brink of a hostile take over, both in the boardroom and in the ring. You seriously DON'T have a plan? GMtE: Nope. Now if you'll excuse me.... Eco stands up and heads back to his original seat.Tyt: I don't believe him. FW: Me neither. MM: And you shouldn't...but...Tytan, can I talk to Fire alone? Tyt: Sure...chick talk, I get it. Fire, we'll strategize soon. Fire and Mai both give him a look, and he merely chuckles and goes back to his seat.MM: So...how are you? FW: I'm fine, Mai. MM: I know you say that, Fire, and you have a new boyfriend and-- FW: He's not a boyfriend. MM: Whatever. Good friends always kiss on the cheek before they go get a drink. FW: Mai...it's...complicated. MM: Very Facebook of you. Look, I am trying to....I know this stuff with Alex is really hurting you and I'm a frie-- FW: Don't say it. MM: What? Why? FW: Because Mai, like I told you guys. In this WWE v. OOWF there are a lot of moving parts, and you all don't know what some of them are. MM: So....you're lying to us...again? FW: * sighing*....Yes...I am...kind of....I mean, I'm not telling you stuff. But that's because I can't. MM: * scowling*....You COULD. FW: Yeah, I COULD...and then other plans get ruined, and people could be in danger. MM: ....Seriously. FW: Mai, you know how this business can be sometimes. I don't mean necessarily PHYSICAL danger...necessarily. But yeah. The less people know, the less they can be held responsible if OOWF doesn't survive this. MM: Oh......so.......we should trust you. FW: Heh...probably not. And everyone might be mad at me again after this. But....hopefully...everyone will still have jobs. MM: .........so....how's it going....plans and things. FW: * sighing and looking over towards Royalty* Not well, Mai. I mean, everyone is stepping up-- MM: Not EVERYONE. * Mai looks over those staying out of it, specifically Moose, and then Spider and Tuska* FW: * sighing again* I don't know, Mai. Maybe this is it. Maybe ten years is as good as it gets. Fire looks legitimately down. Mai hesitates a bit, and then puts her hand on Fire's knee, in a compassionate way (not in an HLA way, pervs).MM: Hang in there, Fire. It could all change at any minute. Mai sees John Ross making his way down the aisle, so she gets up. John Ross sits down in his original seat.JRE: Everything okay? FW: About the same. JRE: Here, I brought you one too. He hands her a glass and raises it to *clink*FW: What are we clinking to? JRE: How 'bout...........fresh starts. Fire thinks for a bit, then nods and *clinks.* They both drink and we fade to somewhere else on the plane.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:00:18 GMT -5
We fade in to the finest restaurant in Suva and see the entire Alliance to End Hulkamania Royalty sitting around a large table. Firewoman, Matt Folz, Jaime McAllister Folz (practically sitting on her husband's lap), Mai Muyo (Smiling as she sees her best friends back together), Stank (Possibly still on the run from Kentucky police and DEA agents), LD Williams, Tytan, Miranda Williams and Tommy Wilder. MF: I'd like to thank you all for agreeing to meet, I'm sure we'd all rather be somewhere else so I'll be as brief as I can. I just want to make a few quick points and then after that whoever wants to go can go, those who want to stay I'll pay for your breakfast. There are murmurs of agreement from around the table. MF: First of all, as a sign of good faith, Jaime and I would like to invite you all to our first anniversary party on August 24th. (Looking at LD and Stank) JUST the people at this table, no other stable mates. Unless of course they're on their way now and we should pull up extra chairs? LD: ... S: ... MF: I didn't think so. Now then, onto my main point. I've briefly referenced this in promos over the years but never really gone into detail on it. If I'm asking all of you to trust me, I'm going to put all my cards on the table here. (Matt reaches down and pulls out a WWF contract) FW: I just saw you use my lighter to burn that a few weeks ago. MF: Close, you saw me burn a WWE contract. But take a closer look at this one. See the logo? This is before their legal department jobbed to a bunch of fucking pandas. August 7th, 2000... Two days before I was going to sign up for classes for my sophomore year at Wisconsin... I sat right between Jim Ross and Vince McMahon and signed this WWF contract. If you want to know why I hate Vince McMahon, this is why. I still keep this contract with me to remind me of 3 things. T: What 3 things? MF: The arrogance of youth, to not rush into major life altering decisions without serious thought, and the fact that Vince McMahon is the biggest lying asshole ever. I can still hear his voice "You're going to be the future of this company. We're a hundred percent behind you, we can't wait to work with you for the next 20 plus years" Lying fucking pick. MM: What happened? MF: The first 6 months were great. As you can probably figure out from my move set, I worked with Taz and Kurt Angle mostly. In fact, Kurt and I were going to be a tag team, the first incarnation of Team Angle. And then disaster struck. Matt takes a deep breath, shakes his head regretfully and then takes a big sip of water before continuing. MF: It was a Sunday night house show in Minneapolis of all fucking places. As if I didn't have enough reasons to hate that city already right? Anyway, it was the house show main event: Kurt and I against Edge and Christian. And we go out and we're having a hell of a match, maybe the best of my career to that point. Now this is where the arrogance of youth comes in. If any of you think I'm a jackass now, you should have seen me at age 21. I found out just before we went out there that I'm finally getting called up to Raw the next night, so I feel like showing off. So I head up top and try a shooting star press. Did it matter to me that I had never attempted that move before in my life? No, because in my mind I'm invincible, I've never had a serious injury in my life. I leap off and I don't quite get the rotation right. I land and I instantly know that my leg is FUCKED. That's why I leave the high flying stuff to you Tommy. TW: If you want, I can show you a few things. MF (Laughing): Dude, this was 14 years, at least 25-30 pounds and a few major leg surgeries ago. I couldn't do that shit now even if I wanted to. LDW: Then what happened? MF: Broken ankle, broken tibia, torn ACL, torn MCL, all in all between surgeries and rehab it took me 17 months to get back in shape. So by that time I'm obviously raring to get back to work. I call up JR and he says "I'm sorry, I fought for you but Vince doesn't want you. He's not going to renew your contract" So in two years, because of one incident, I go from being the future of the company to not being good enough to be involved in the oh so well booked Invasion angle. I'm not saying I should have been main eventing, but at least give me a fucking chance to show I'm in shape before you dump me. So I have to leave my family, my friends and everything I've ever known and go to Japan if I want to continue my career. MM: Wasn't there anywhere in the US you could have gone? MF: Where? ECW and WCW were dead and Ring of Honor, TNA and the OOWF didn't even exist yet. If I wanted to continue as a wrestler I had to leave the United States. MW: Did you consider going back to college? MF: Oh sure, sure I did. And I probably should have to be honest. But I was pissed off, first time I ever failed at anything in my life and I wanted to stick it up Vince's ass. Show him what a mistake he made getting rid of me. And that's a feeling I think everyone at this table can understand. Nods all around. MF: So it was 8 years wrestling in Japan and Mexico before I got the call from the OOWF. 8 years away from my family, 8 years away from my friends, 8 years of languages that I didn't speak a fucking word of. I barely picked up enough to survive. So if any of you are wondering why I'm sitting here right now with you? If any of you are wondering why the hell I've agreed to be in alliance with you? It's because this company gave me the chance to come home and I'll be damned if I'm going to let any outsiders come in here and fuck with it. I realize that you all may not like me, but as far as fighting side by side with you defending this company to the death? You can damn sure trust me. JF: That was you being brief? Matt and everyone at the table laugh. MF: I said as brief as I could. 2 more things, and these will be really brief. First, Fire, I know you said your husband's off limits but... FW: If it's in the context of a match, I understand. MF: Good. Now, the last thing. (Pulling out a piece of paper) When the time is right, I came up with this idea for a match. Matt passes the piece of paper around the table, Fire's eyes go wide as she nods her approval. FW: I'm in. MF: I figured one of the most violent matches ever conceived might sparkle with you. Not right now, Just something to keep in mind, for when the time is right. Now, I'm starving, let's eat. Matt picks up his menu as we............ FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:00:46 GMT -5
Still at the table Tytan sticks out his hand to Matt. Tytan: And like I told you before. When you are ready to release some Hell on those Royal Assholes let me know because I am with you. MF: I like the sounds of that. Tytan: (Looks to the camera.) But first we take out Murphy's Law. No hard feelings but we have to beat you. We got something to prove to all of the OOWF. (FADE)
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:01:24 GMT -5
(Power is walking alone down the Hallway of Unfortunate Circumstances when she sees something on the wall.) (She immediately realizes her walk was a bad idea.)Power: Shut UP Voiceover Guy (But I was just saying)Power: Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, now I understand why Lobo ditched you here and left. (That had nothing to do with...look out!)Power: Oh yeah, like I'm... (Fuck, the woman never listens as the Draculs swarm her. Quickly Vlad grabs a piece of rope and ties it around Power's ankles. He throws it over a convenient beam and Power is lifted upside down by her ankles. Radu and Tavian continue the assault and Tavian grabs Power's head and begins biting it as Vlad ties off the rope against a door handle. Radu and Vlad grab chairs and line Power up for a Con-chair-to while she tries helplessly to swing at them. The Draculs assault is cut off as Spider and Tuska show up with chairs of their own. There is some clanging and banging while Tavian continues to rip away at Power's flesh. Finally Spider and Tuska gain the upper and and the Draculs retreat. Spider and Tuska get Power down, and Tuska picks up Power and carries her to medical while Spider spots the poster and grabs it off the wall and follows Tuska as the scene fades...)
(Lobo left me here, my ass....)
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:01:51 GMT -5
Tytan is walking down the hall of random encounters when. Eco: Tytan! How are you doing? Getting ready for the invitational. Tytan: As well as I can. I am partnered with her again. Eco: Well that's all because you guys are getting such a buzz. Have you seen the IWC? They are talking about you two on the message boards. Tytan: Really? That's only because we are only putting up with each other and we keep winning. When we loose a match then we will see what happens. Eco: It will be good for ratings either way. Tytan: You are a sick sick man. (Eco looks at Tytan.) Eco: Now come with me. I scheduled a meeting. You are the most talked about team.... Tytan: We are not a team. Eco: Well come on Firewoman is already in my office. We can't keep her waiting. (Tytan shakes his head and follows.) FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:02:18 GMT -5
FADE in on the Saints locker room. In walks the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Sitting over near his door collection is Stank. Fulton walks over.Sta: "Stan. Where've you been?" SF: "Getting my northern assets ready for winter. Been on the phone constantly since we touched down." Sta: "We've got a match in two days." SF: "Against Wilder and LD's daughter. I know." Sta: "We've got this?" SF: "Of course. I know you can put aside your siding with them against Royalty." Sta: "And I know you can concentrate on this match and let all the other contract stuff slide." Both: "Yeah, we got this." FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:04:02 GMT -5
(Old school promo time as Power and Tuska, joined by Spider McNulty, chain wrapped around his fist, are in front of the OOWF Interview banner.)SFJ: Power, your sister has seen fit to put a bounty on your head. Power: My sister is certifiable. Just hours after her puppet master told her to focus on keeping the tag team championships, she put out this bounty poster... (Power holds up the poster)...and Sis, I gotta tell you, I'm touched that you think I'm worth that money. But it's all for naught, because no one here can end me. No one here can take me out. SFJ: Well, just a little while ago, your sister had these words for you. Let's look. (A split screen brings in Chloe, both tag team belts around her waist, a big smirk on her face, holding a briefcase)Chloe: My dear sister has to be wondering what's going on. You see, Jack has made it clear. Our primary mission is to hold these Tag Team titles until March First of this next year. He wants me to focus on that and not on ending her miserable existence. So, just like in business today, I'm...subcontracting that work. Anyone who certifiably ends my sister's career permanently, not just with a broken arm or broken foot, but who puts her out of action permanently, gets this briefcase with a hundred Ben Franklins in it. Who's willing to step up and take the challenge. Oh, anyone with the name Darling is excluded. That applies to both of you. Sis, better be on your guard. No amount of bodyguards, boyfriends, or senile old farts will protect you. Trust me. (Chloe laughs dementedly as Power rages and begins kicking at the set, chairs, anything handy. Spider grabs the mike.)Spider: You made a huge mistake, girly. Power is more than a friend, she's family to ol' Angus. Shane and me will do damned near anything for her. Tuska: Anything. Power: Guys, guys, I'm not your typical female in distress here, I can take care of myself with just about anyone one on one. Tuska: But these Draculs won't play one on one. Power: I know, I ran the gauntlet with them a few months ago. Between them and my sister I was out for two weeks. That's not happening again. Strength in Silence will hang together. But one on one... Tuska: Don't. We'll talk more about this later in private. Power: Talking in private is the least important thing I wanna do. Spider: You can bet on that. SFJ: Speaking of the Draculs, you have them in a first round match this week. Power: We will hit them so hard, we will hit them very hard. Tuska: Bet on that. (The SFJ just shakes her head as Power and Tuska embrace and the cameras fade.)
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:05:32 GMT -5
Tytan and Firewoman are sitting in Eco's office!!! Tytan: Fire. Firewoman: Tytan: Eco: Now, I got you two here to discuss some strategy. Firewoman: On how we are going to get Royalty out of here once and for all. Tytan: Nice to see you came to your senses. Eco: (laughing) What? You really think I brought you two here to talk about that. I brought you here to do what I always do. Firewoman: Interfere. Tytan: Cause more headaches then its worth. Eco: You see you guys are a great team and I can help take you to the next level. Tytan: How? Eco: (smiles like a used car salesman as he waves his hands) Merchandise. Tytan: (Getting up) We are not a team like that. (Firewoman looks intrigued since she wants to outsell Stank.) Firewoman: Maybe we should give him a listen. Eco: (looking to Firewoman and whispers) We know who the brains are on this team. (Firewoman laughs) Tytan: I'm standing right here. Eco: (quickly changing the subject) The Wrestling boards are talking about you two, and I thought why not capitalize on that. Tytan: So you can make more money. Eco: The correct answer is so WE can make more money. Firewoman: Now how do you plan on doing that? Eco: First we need to give you guys a name? (Firewoman and Tytan both laugh) Firewoman: We aren't that kind of team. Eco: I was thinking something like....Fire and Ice. Big guy we can tweak up your gimmick a bit. (Heads to closet) I got something back here that could help. (he comes back with pieces an parts from Glacier's old costume.) Tytan: Glacier?!?!?! Firewoman: Or is that Sub-zero. Eco: Saw it on Ebay. Got it real cheap. Even threw in the snow machine. Always wanted to try that one out. Now we got the chance. Tytan: This is ridiculous. What happened to just win matches? (gets up again to leave.) Eco: Where are you going? Tytan: I need some air. There's to much hot air in here. (he walks out) Eco: (looks to Fire) Well what do you think? Firewoman: I don't hate it. But I don't like it either. Eco: Let me have my people come up with some more ideas. Firewoman: Just make sure they are good. (She gets up and leaves) Eco: It's so hard to work with talent. FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:06:00 GMT -5
There is a knock on the Saints' locker room door – Stank – You expecting someone? Stan – Nope. (He reaches back for his axe handle as Stank opens the door – Wilder and Miranda are on the other side). Wilder – 'Sup dudes? (Stan gets to his feet, readying the axe handle, and Stank gets ready for a fight) MW – Really guys? That's your first reaction? If this was an ambush, would we have KNOCKED? Wilder – Yeah, for all you know we could be asking if you wanna go hit the bars for a drink? Stank – Are you? TW – Nah… We could do some wind surfing! MW – Not now, partner… TW – But c'mon! I bet Stank has some boarder in him! SF – Will you two just get on with it? MW – Sure. First, tell dad I stopped by. Wanted to take him to dinner. Stank – And two? MW – We're looking forward to this week. Just wanted to let you know we're bringing everything we got. SF – Is that a threat? TW – C'mon Big Guy – would you expect…heck want us to go at you less than full bore? Seriously dudes – speed vs. power. This match should be… SF – A massacre. MW – You think so? We've lost some matches, but nobody has taken us out. You want to go at it Wednesday? We'll go. You're gonna find out we got a whole lot more than you think… Stank – Damn. She is LD's kid. No doubt about it. SF – That isn't going to save her from a beating. (MW starts forward, Tommy cuts her off…) TW – Whoa whoa WHOA!!!! Namaste, peeps! Save it for the ring partner! MW – Mutters something not safe for TV in Portuguese, turn on her heel and stomps off… TW – Yeeesh. Thanks Stan. Gonna take me an hour to talk her down. She's liable to do somethin' crazy to blow off steam. She isn't laid back, like me. Stank – You still here? Without your partner? Maybe she's not the crazy one. You should've gone with her when you saved her from doing something you both would regret. TW – Dudes. You don't get it, do you? One – I look FORWARD to facing you guys. We've done this dance, Stank. We both got new partners, and new stuff. This is gonna be FUN. SF – And two? TW – I didn't do it to save her – I just didn't want to spoil the main event by having one of you at less than 100%. OK, GOTTA JET! See you Wednesday! (TW walks away) Stank – He is out of his freaking mind, you know that, don't you? SF – Yep.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:09:00 GMT -5
*OOWF House Show* We're about to come back from intermission when this music hits: And the crowd groans as the spotlight illuminates the entrance and here comes the entourage; Alexis Darling, Jose Reyna, Christian Carter, & Alexander Darling. They are soaking in the boos and seemingly enjoying every second of it. They make their way into the ring and stand there for a moment as the song continues because of course they do. Finally the song starts to quiet down and it's Alexander Darling sitting on a turnbuckle with a microphone. Alex: Man, isn't that song just something special. Maybe we should play it again. Ya know, I would but I want to make this short, sweet, and to the point. It's Tag Team Invitational time and that's one thing I've never won before so maybe it's time to change that. I actually had a chance to look at the brackets before coming out here and my lord could they have given us an easier path to the finals. First we get to face the walking pussy whipped bitch that is Matt Folz and the chickenshit duck that is LD Williams. After that, maybe Edra and speaking of her, this goes out to her psycho sister as well...if either of you mention the name Darling again, your careers will quickly be over. And to Edra, your new boyfriend and his grandfather won't be able to stop us and to Clio, your little puppet master won't stop us. We don't want this war...yet...but you keep pushing and it will happen. And you will lose. And after that, if I know the powers that be, my lovely wife and her attempted murderer will be waiting and it would be sad if I still cared but if she wants to go down this rabbit hole once again with Tytan and Eco, well I won't be there to save her this time.
Ya know what, this alliance to end Royalty that exists in the back...it's a fucking joke. The basket case leader, the walking has beens, the untrusting and untested followers, the can't satisfy his own wife guy, and whoever else is involved. You can bring you 5, 10, find 5 more people in the back to make it 15 and it still won't matter to us. We are the absolute best. We are the cream of the crop. The top of the class. The peak and the pinnacle. We are Royalty and we will soon be taking over the entire wrestling world. OOWF Intercontinental Champion - check. Soon to be LBCW NXT-Gen champ - check. Maybe Reyna will take that Russian joke and become US Champion. The point is it doesn't matter because we will soon take any gold we want.
And the next piece of hardware that is coming home to sit in our throne room is the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. Brock Lesnar. The beast incarnate. The freak of nature. The chiseled out of stone monster. And the next victim. I don't care about his amateur background or his mixed martial arts pedigree or his freak athleticism because at the end of the day it's going to come down to a few very simple facts. And as for my wife who has no faith in my ability, I am going to cherish every single second of proving her wrong yet again. I am a better wrestler than you Brock. I am a better fighter than you Brock. I have been through wars you couldn't even fathom. I have spent every waking moment since I entered this business proving just how good I am while you've been able to skate by on size and aura. I am not intimidated by you Brock. I've faced bigger and badder men. I will take everything you dish out at Survivor Series and I will fucking laugh at you. And while you stand there in shock, I will lift you onto my shoulders and plant you into the mat. And then just to show the world this is a new world...OUR WORLD...I will do it again and again. And when I think you've had enough and I could roll you over and get the three count, I won't do that. What I will do is tie you up in knots and I will make you fucking tap out like a bitch.
That's what I will do to you Brock. And I hope and pray that everyone in the OOWF locker room is watching because it will be a prelude to everyone's future here. Because once I am done with Brock and I have that ugly as fuck World Championship around my waist, I will bring it here. I will put it on the line against the so-called Crusher and I will be the unifier of worlds. I will be the best of the best and there's nothing anyone can do to take that away from me. I've talked a long time about legacy and by the end of this year, no one will have a bigger and better legacy than Royalty. Because this isn't about anything other than showing the world what happens when the best of the best put their minds and bodies and souls together in one mission. When everyone is working towards one goal with one clear vision. And that's why the WWE will fail at stopping our onslaught and that's why the OOWF will fail to stop our takeover.
Because I am Alexander Darling, I am Royalty, and well, the rest of you are just peasants.*Fade*
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:09:24 GMT -5
We see Strength in Silence walking with Spider down the Hallway of Random Encounters when they run into Matt Folz. MF: You should know that your sister offered me the 10 grand to do to you what I once did to Moreland. Power, Shane and Spider all tense up for a fight. MF: Woah, hold on now, all 3 of you relax. I'm retired from that, I told her to go fuck herself. I just wanted you to know that if she's desperate enough to ask me, out of all people, for help that means she's desperate enough to ask anyone. Desperate and unhinged isn't a great combination, you 3 better have eyes in the back of your heads. Power: We will, thanks for the warning Matt. Matt nods and walks off as we... FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:10:14 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the Saints locker room, slumped in a chair drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar while OOWFtv plays in the background. Jack suddenly sits up and listens to part of Alex's promo> <Moose snarls and stares into the camera> Little Alex, listen up. I am going to say this ONCE, and only fucking ONCE. You want to threaten Power? Be my guest, I don't give a shit about her. But if you EVER, fucking EVER threaten Chloe again, so help me god boy, I will fucking gut you like a stuck pig. You see Alex, you can have all these delusions of grandeur you want. You can roll in style in WWE land and tell the people how great you are, but Alex, you are forgetting one thing....... ......here in the real world, you're my bitch. I know you will never admit it Alex, but I fucking OWN you. The last time we faced one another, I was the world champion, and you were fucking lost. Off in a fucking haze somewhere, and I kicked your ass. You don't want this war with the Saints? Then step off boy. Step the fuck back and go play with those rejects in the WWE, because I promise you boy, I PROMISE you, you fuck with me one more goddamn time, and I will make Blood Pond look like a walk in the goddamn park. Trust me.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:13:44 GMT -5
Ecosystem is RUNNING~! throught the hallways of a third world looking hospital until he gets to the Emergency Room. He frantically looks in room after room, throwing the curtains open, followed by angry shouts in Spanish. Finally he gets to what he is looking for, as he rips the last curtain open to see Firewoman sitting sheepishly on the edge of a gurney.Eco: Just what the HELL do you think: Dr: Sen or! Who are you and--FW: Doc, it's okay...he's a.....um.... Eco: Friend? FW: Not exactly. But it's okay. The doctor eyes Ecosystem warily, before he leaves, muttering something in Spanish.FW: Hi. Eco: Hi? HI? That's all you got? FW: No....well, maybe-- Eco: MAYBE!!?? I go to the trouble of investing significant capital in your new tag team-- FW: I am NOT a permanent tag team with ...HIM. Eco: It's pro wrestling, Fire...nothing is permanent...except CONCUSSIONS. FW: I don't have a concussion. Eco: Are you sure? I mean, I know my Spanish is only about 99% perfect, but the message *I* got loosely translates to "Your impulsive barely sane compulsively lying star talent just drove a rented motorcycle into a wall without wearing a helmet." FW: I had a helmet on. And they checked, there's no concussion. Eco: Really? Where is it. FW: What? Eco: The helmet? FW: Oh.... Fire looks around the room, spies it on a chair next to the gurney and produces it.FW: There...see? Ecosystem takes it and looks closely at it. Eco: Wow...that's some GOOD craftmanship. FW: I know!! Saved my-- Eco: There's not even a scratch on it. FW: ... Eco: ... FW: Okay, well, I still don't have a concuss-- Eco: I am NOT trusting these third world doctors. We'll have our own medical staff verify. I've signed your discharge papers, let's go. FW: I am not-- Eco: MARCH!! Fire looks at Ecosystem with a combination of shock and amusement, then hops down off the gurney. She grabs the helmet from his hands and smirks at him as she walks past. Ecosystem rolls his eyes and follows her.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:14:14 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks for writing me so well this week, everyone! Danny Taylor is doing push-ups in training, when Mai comes to the doorway of the abandoned gym. Danny gestures for her to come in. Mai: Have you ever read A Wrinkle In Time? Danny pauses to remember, and shakes his head tentatively. Mai: Standard science fiction story, protagonist is brilliant young woman named Meg. Plant is controlled by an evil brain called “IT.” No one can figure out how to resist the brain, and it takes over our protagonist’s brother’s mind. So we get to the scene right before the climax, and the mentor character quotes from First Corinthians, “But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.” See, she’s got something the evil character doesn’t. Or so they tell her. She doesn’t know what. But come the climax, she realizes what she has is not greater strength or greater telepathic powers, but love. She overcomes the bonds of the evil one, the satanic allegory, and destroys him with love. Mai looks ahead at Danny, who seems to understand the connection. Mai: So I get it. Just be careful. This isn’t a fairy tale. And there is a darkness in him that people forget about. Danny nods and walks over to the weights, and tosses Mai a medicine ball. They do side-sprints while tossing the ball as we… FADE
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:15:01 GMT -5
(As Matt Folz walks away, Power calls to him.)Power: Matt. Tell Jaime we need to do lunch soon. Matt: I'll tell her, though you being a target... Power: We'll do it in private. I really need some advice. Something I can only get from a woman. Matt: (Looking puzzled) OK. I won't ask. Power: You know something, despite the welcome you gave me when I came into this company, you've been a stand up guy. No wonder you were face of the year. Matt: Oh, geez... Power: I know, I know, but when I see how you and Jaime are, how could you be anything but? Matt: A good woman does things to you. Power: Just like a good man does. Matt: You know, we could use your help... Power: As long as SHE is involved, no way. Matt: She's not that bad. Power: Yes, she is. I want nothing to do with any of her kind. Matt: Suit yourself. It's your funeral. Power: Probably. But I have to do what's right for me. Matt: (Extending his hand to Tuska) Take care of her, man. I don't know how you handle her. Tuska: Enjoyably. Matt: Take care. (Matt walks off as the scene fades.
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:15:30 GMT -5
~~~ Fade to inside a downtown San Antonio business center. Inside a meeting room, we see Chad Madison, Zane Myers, Bridgette (Who's last name is still a mystery... for now) and several unknown men and women in typical casual business attire. The meeting breaks up immediately, hands are shaken all around and we are convienently left with Chad, Zane & Bridgette in the room alone. ~~~ Bridgette: Chad.. we have something to tell you. Chad: You're pregnant? Bridgette: Oh heavens no. Zane: We set a date for the wedding Chad: Oh, nice. Zane: January 7, 2015 Chad: (Pulls out his phone) Good. Gives me some time to plan a bachelor party.......... Wait a minute.. you're getting married on a Wednesday? Bridgette: That day has special meaning in my family. Chad: Ok, but still... A Wednesday? Who gets married in the middle of the week? Zane: Apparently, we do. Chad: You realize this mean a BUNCH of people you plan to invite will not be able to attend. Bridgette: Oh? Chad..... Hello? Wednesday... MidWeek Mayhem? And it isn't like they will be a short plane ride away... they'll be halfway around the globe then. Zane: We... I honestly hadn't thought of that. Bridgette: It Would guarantee me a INC-free wedding.... Chad: Seriously? Bridgette: It is a REALLY important date. Zane We'll talk about it some more. Chad: I understand it is important,but those people are important to Zane and I too. Or... they used to be Zane: They are. Chad: Please figure something out. Who knows, I might be out on tour with them by then. Zane: WHAT?!? Bridgette: What?!? Chad: Hey, we have the books straightened out. It will be months, maybe years before the trial. I don't want to sit here and do nothing all day every day. Zane: But... Chad: I miss wrestling. I love spending time with the kids at the hospital, but there is only so much sitting on my butt I can take. I work out with the Rocket football team, but that only gets me so much. I don't know when, but I'm going back. Bridgette: But.. the Wedding. Chad: .......... is Your thing. There is no way in Hell I'd miss out, but I'm not the planner.. you are. Zane: I... I can't commit to doing that. Chad: I understand. I'm not leaving yet... but soon enough... I'll be ready to scratch that itch. Bridgette: You do that. I'm going to call Jamie ~~~OOC~~~ I had just realized my birthday is a Wednesday and the promo took shape. Not sure when I will be back for real... but I promise... I will -Chad
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:16:16 GMT -5
(Moose continues to fume over what Alexander Darling said in his promo about Chloe. He finishes the whiskey and throws it at the wall and starts to angrily get up, but a hand on his shoulder stops that.)Chloe: It's sweet that you care. Moose: Fuck Alex. Chloe: His wife and his sister won't anymore. In fact he's reduced to worthless Divas. (Moose smirks) You know what his major damage is, don't you? Moose: He's a huge prick? Chloe: No, he wants to have one. He knows his precious Royalty NEEDS the Saints. Moose: Fuck Royalty. Chloe: Exactly. Remember when his sister tried to pick a fight with me in a bar a few weeks back? Moose: Yeah, that was a while ago. And you walked away. Chloe: Bitch wanted a fight. I wouldn't give her one. Why? It would mean she and the Kings or Royalty actually meant something. Moose: Careful, they might come after you. Chloe: You know what, let them. But just to be on the safe side, I'll stay right by your side. Twenty-four seven. Moose: It would almost be a fair fight. Chloe: (Touching Moose's face) Thank you Jack. No one's ever stood up for me before. Moose: You're a Saint. You belong here. Chloe: By your side. Forever. (Moose takes Chloe's chin, and a huge smile comes on both their faces. Chloe reaches behind the chair and pulls out two bottles of Evan Williams. She hands one to Moose, they both take off the top, clink bottles, and Moose sits on the couch. Chloe kneels by his side, but Moose grabs her arm and pulls her up and has Chloe sit beside him on the couch. The look of pleasure on Chloe's face is priceless as the cameras fade. )
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:16:45 GMT -5
OOC: Well.... I HAD a promo, but for some reason the screen went blank then the words "Drop uploaded files here." promptly disappeared my promo, much to my great frustration. The gist of the promo was that Tuska and Power watch Spider and Ghosthead spar at Ghosthead's prompting in order to get to know one another. Fin
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Post by firewoman on Jul 6, 2017 12:17:08 GMT -5
***OOC*** Promo of the Year
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