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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:27:00 GMT -5
OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match
Firewoman vs. LD Williams vs. Mai Muyo
OOWF Onslaught Championship Title Triple Threat Match
Tytan vs. Spider McNulty vs. Chris Evans
Non-Title Match
Saints of Sinners vs. Murphy's Law vs. Strength in Silence
Alexander Darling & Christian Carter vs. Matt Folz & Tommy Wilder
Ghosthead vs. Ecosystem
Miranda Williams vs. Alexis Darling vs. Dre Gaines
Stank vs. Rory Albright
card subject to fuck, I don't know, use your imagination here[/quote]
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:27:43 GMT -5
Tytan walks into Eco's office after Mayhem who's at his desk with security guards flanking him. Eco: Tytan how nice to see you. Tytan: (TO security guards) Out you two are off duty. (They look at each other and then back at Tytan and then decide to leave. Security 1: It's cool we weren't getting paid much anyway. Eco: (looking at Tytan) What in the world did you do that for, there's people that are attacking me. Tytan: I'll say this again. IF You have anything to do with Royalty, the WWE, anything like that, I will be the one that finishes it, and finishes you in the process. Eco: Strong statement. Now you are telling me you don't believe me when I tell you I didn't do it. Tytan: I don't trust you. Believe you don't know. But right now I am not going to let you out of my sight. Eco: Then you are going to be the one thats going to be my security then. Tytan: all depends how I feel. Eco: (goes to a cabinet in the back of his office and pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels. (he pours two shots and hands one to Tytan.) Eco: Well it's almost New Years' have a drink with me. Tytan: Can't say no to that. Eco: Happy New Year Tytan Tytan: Happy New Year, now straighten this mess up. (They toast and drink the shots and fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:28:08 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting on the top of the arena in Christchurch drinking whiskey as the clock strikes Midnight. Fire walks up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder> FW: Happy New Year Jackie, got any resolutions for this year? <Moose takes a long drink of whiskey and then a long drag on his cigar> MHJ: Just one. I'm going to kill Alex for what he did to Stan <Fire just slowly nods her head and we fade to black> |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:28:40 GMT -5
Fade in to the Destroyatarium, where the planned New Year's Eve party is going on as scheduled. Albeit a bit more somber with everyone in shock over what happened at the end of Mayhem. We see Matt and Jaime walk in and head up to the bar. JF: I'll have a glass of champagne. MF: Just a Coke please and a..... what the fuck did he call those? A Monsterbull shooter, half Monster, half Red Bull. Spencer pours the drinks and Matt temporarily leaves his wife and heads over to where Tommy is sitting. He places the drinks down and then slides into a chair. TW: Hey, thanks bro, Happy New Year. MF (Showing an intensity we haven't seen in a few months): I have no problems teaming with you this week, you do whatever you have to do. But I'm only going to say this once: Darling is MINE. Fade |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:29:52 GMT -5
Eco: You don't even want to hear my alibi? Tytan: Excuse me? Eco: Well, you've got me under house arrest over here, right after you saw me on camera sitting on the forklift blocking in the Saints. Pretty incriminating. But all I get is a "I don't trust you." Not even a straightforward accusation. Tytan downs another shot. Tytan: Juni, I'm sure you could make up a story. A believable one. And I would think you were probably lying, but I wouldn't be sure. So I'm going to sit here and watch you. Eco: Fair enough. Eco leans back in his chair.
Eco: They weren't WWE guys. Tytan: Excuse me? Eco: They weren't WWE guys who blocked the door. Not that I recognized anyway. Two of them were driving the forklift when I walked up. I went after them, I tackle one, but the guy with the keys gets away. He tells me his boss will kill him if he gets recognized, offers me half the cut to let him go. Tytan: And you take it. Eco takes a shot.
Eco: Hell yeah, I take it. Key was already gone, I didn't recognize him, and it was the Saints' own stupid fucking fault for all staying together in a one-door room. Tytan chuckles.
Eco: What? Tytan: It's believable. But I still think you're lying. Eco: Fine. Believe what you want. Pause.
Tytan: Maybe it was the Saints' fault. But it wasn't Stan's fault. Eco: No, it wasn't. (Eco leans in to Tytan) But you know what was Stan's fault? Watch this. The image fizzles back on and Fulton is in the arena somewhere. This must have all been on tape as there’s no way Fulton could have translocated himself across town in that short of time. Unless his R&D department is way ahead of where we think his technology is.
He casually tosses the controller to the floor without a second glance and knocks on a door in the OOWF Hallway of Random Encounters. The door is opened by Fulton’s former tag team partner Ecosystem. Eco seems genuinely pleased to see him and smiles. Before Eco can even get a greeting out, however, he’s knocked back into the room by a straight right punch between the eyes from his former tag team partner.
Eco goes flying and Fulton is in right after. Fulton wades in with punches and forearms. Eco fights back and every time he lands a punch on Fulton, the big man laughs. Small laughs at first. Then when the blood starts flying from each man, Fulton’s laughing starts getting louder... and creepier. Finally, there’s a scream from the hallway and standing there is Mai Muyo. Both men drop their arms and heads as Mai comes in the room. Mai’s stunned and goes straight towards Juni. As she passes Fulton, he starts to turn away, but instead he turns it all the way around into a massive tornado clothesline to the back of her head. Mai goes sailing away to crash head first into a pile of chairs, out cold.
Eco goes ballistic on Fulton, who only laughs all the more. Finally Fulton drops to his knees below an Eco hay-maker swing and punches straight out into Eco’s groin, smiling all the while. There’s a hollow woof of air leaving Juni’s lungs and he collapses to the floor.
Fulton stands and then goes over to Mai. He helps her up in a chair, but it’s not in compassion as he takes a couple of very swanky belts Eco has in his locker room and ties her hands and legs to the chair. Fulton slaps her awake and not kindly. He also tosses a glass of water (Perrier?) in her face. Mai splutters to consciousness.SF: “Watch what happens when you ignore, mei mei.” MM: “What?! Stan?! What are you doing? Stop this! This isn't like you!” SF: “That’s just it, mei mei. I’m not me anymore. I’m not anyone. Stan was your friend. Stan was Juni’s friend. But you two don’t talk to Stan any longer. No one talks to Stan. Therefore we have to conclude that Stan is gone. And if Stan Fulton is gone, all that’s left... (now growling deeply) is The Crusher.” Fulton has obviously gone completely batshit mental. He picks up a chair and starts to brutalize Eco with it all the while Mai is screaming for Fulton to stop. Finally, after wearing himself out, Fulton casually throws the chair against the wall and reaches down and picks Juni’s unconscious body up.
Fulton moves to the lockers and hangs Juni by his extravagant, but bloodied, shirt collar on a hook. He takes a few of Juni’s silk ties, also splattered in blood, and pulls each arm out to the side and ties them off in a crucifix pattern. Fulton kneels beneath Eco and we can hear him whisper as Eco’s blood drops... drip... drip... drip... onto the floor in front of Fulton.SF: “Saint Junichiro. Savior of us all, huh? You've raised yourself above the likes of your old friend Stan Fulton and abandoned him in his time of need. You say there’s no one in this locker room deserving of challenging you. I can only assume a sacrifice was necessary for you to see different. I have given you that sacrifice, Saint Juni.” Fulton looks over at Mai who’s sobbing.SF: “If another sacrifice is needed I’m sure I can come up with one. Everyone shall enjoy the pain!” Fulton stands. His eyes almost seem to be completely black as if the color and his soul have drained out of them. He glances once at the carnage around him and smiles. As he turns his back on his former friends and walks out, we FADE. Tytan: Well. I wasn't around for that. Eco: I'm not a guy that holds grudges, Tytan. I like to try to move on when I can. And I hate that a WWE wrestler holds our belt. But I am not sorry for what happened to Stan Fulton tonight. On the contrary - this smile might last all year. Happy New Year. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:31:01 GMT -5
(Chloe is in a corner of the Saints of Sinners locker room, drinking and twirling a Brass Knuckle in her fingers. She is alternating between giggling and crying with nothing really in between except random muttering. Moose and Stank are in another part of the room drinking and watching.) Stank: She's really taking this hard. Moose: I didn't expect this. I knew that they had trained with Stan before the match with Lisa. When Stan joined the Saints, she was so happy. But this... Stank: Darling fucked up big time. Moose: Big time. I just worry... (Chloe quietly gets up from her chair, Brass Knucks now on her hand, walks into Stan's room, and comes out with his spare ax handle.) Stank: Shit. Moose: Chloe... (Chloe looks at Moose, a tear in her eye. Not another word is said as Chloe heads out into the hallway and finds an SFJ. She grabs the microphone and pie faces the SFJ. She speaks...with uncharacteristic calm, not at the camera but around it...) Chloe: Stan, you were there at my beginning here. My father loved you. He saw what the others didn't. And when we were on opposite sides, we did things that were cruel, evil, and disrespectful to each other. But when you joined the Saints, you became like a brother to me. You understood me, and I understood you. I only respected one man more than you, and you understood that. No one else ever has. But in your leaving, you have given me the greatest gift one could imagine. I never felt like I had any reason to be involved in this fight against Royalty. But now I do. You see, when I saw Eric O'Mac getting involved, I knew how personal he would be taking our attempt to beat the Brass Knuckle King's record title reign. He helped in the assault on Fulton to not only take Stan's title, but to distract us. Now...now...Alexandra, you and your Queens do this to Stan. I could understand it when you attacked me, when you degraded me and my friend for just speaking the truth about you, Sports Entertainer. I could have cared less. But now, you, Alexandra...you have my attention. I promise you all...Alexandra, Chrissy Carter, Whorey Albright and your butch bitch, and you, Lex. The Saints will end you. (Chloe turns to the camera, and we see a deep darkness in her eyes and a tear falling)Trust me. (Chloe drops the mike and swings with the ax handle and the video feed disappears, but we hear Chloe's Maniacal laughter as the feed suddenly shift to the Strength in Silence suite. Power is destroying the locker room at a 1.05 Fire level. Suddenly she stops and drops to her knees talking to..no one.) Power: I can't...she's pulling me back...no, it's not working. I can't maintain... (Tuska comes in and tries to intervene but Power leaps to her feet and pulls out a Kendo stick.) Power: Stay back, Shane. Tuska: Edra... Power: She's getting into my head, Shane. The focus room, it's not working. I can't stop her. Tuska: The plan... Power: I have to get her in the ring. I have to stop her. Tuska: We will, but remember the plan. Power: I don't know... (Power drops to her knees, letting the Kendo stick fall from her fingers. Tuska kneels in front of her and holds her. Power begins crying openly as the cameras fade...) |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:31:49 GMT -5
card subject to fuck, I don't know, use your imagination here OOC Partying too hard because SOMEONE turns 40? |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:32:12 GMT -5
Wilder (Wearing a Misfits T-shirt) looks back at Folz TW: Dude, I don't have any issue with you dropping some pain on His Royal Douchebag. Heck, toss him off a 200 foot bridge with a 210 foot bungee. I'm all wheels down for that. But I do plan on getting my licks in, ya know? I'm gonna do what I do, but I am gonna ride any Royal I get hands on like a low board on rough blacktop. And if that's Alex, well - I guess I'm just gonna soften him up for you. Skol, Dude. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:34:02 GMT -5
The entire OOWF staff is assembled in the Destroyitarium. Not just the wrestlers. The referees are there, and then various production assistants, caterers, office staff. Basically everyone except GMtheNate who is still fighting the good fight in Asheville, and GMtheEco because...well, yeah. They are murmuring, but fall silent when Firewoman walks in, followed by Lucky and John Ross. They stay by the door, but Firewoman walks to a table in the center of the room with a bag. She opens the bag and takes out two bloody boots and a bloody axe handle and solemnly sets them on the table. She looks around the room, slowly, as everyone kind of lets the gravity of the situation weigh on them.FW: Okay. Are we finally ready? Have we FINALLY had enough? There's a bit of uncomfortable shuffling.FW: Because that's what is going to happen. * points to boots* That right there. Unless we get our collective shits together and make ridding ourselves of Royalty and the WWE our one common focus. I figured it out after New Year's Evil. One problem has been that we've still be focusing on our own petty issues. For example, Miranda. MW: Huh? FW: You had the opportunity to work with the Saints against members of Royalty [ to be edited in later, I can't find it right now], but you didn't. Why? MW: Because....I..... FW: Because you don't like Chloe or Moose. Well, boo hoo. I don't like Chloe either, and Moose....it depends on the day-- MHJ: Back atcha, sis. FW: --but that let Royalty win. There will be plenty of time for our individual issues...And at New Year's Evil, when Stan-- Her voice catches but she maintains her composure.FW: --when we lost the World Championship. There's no way we should have gone to the back. That one is on me...I accept responsibility for that. But I'm also guessing that once Royalty initially left, we would have been ordered to the back by the referee anyway. Senior Referee Davis Hightower: Now, wait a minute, Fire. Alex sent all of Royalty away, it wouldn't have been fair for-- FW: Fair, Davis? You know what else isn't fair? Being unemployed. SRDH: Huh? FW: Do you think if WWE takes OOWF over you and your crew go with us? They'll fire you...heck, they will fire EVERYONE on the staff as fast as they possibly can. This is EVERYONE's fight. There's no safe spot, there's no sideline. The other problem is we've been trying to conduct business as usual, and still maintaining the moral high ground. Well, that stops now. There is no moral superiority. There is only survival. That's it. We need to get back to what it is that OOWF does best, and that is being more extreme than ECW in its golden years. We bring more violence and yes, "Mayhem" on a weekly basis, than sports entertainers could dream about. We do it, we stitch ourselves up, and then we come back for more. Pro Wrestling Insider constantly rates us as the most violent fed in the US. It's time we act like it. Spencer and Ashley bring a metal trashcan around from behind the bar. It takes two of them, because there is clearly stuff in it. Firewoman gets out her Zippo lighter and sets stuff in it on fire.FW: From this point on, there's no middle ground. There's no neutral. There's no teams, there's no stables, there's no families. There is just OOWF. We will put on our shows and do a damn good job of it....but it is us versus WWE. If you aren't with us, then you're against us. It's as simple as that. Because enough is enough. It's time to end this, once and for all. I'll do it single handedly if I have to, but I really hope I don't have to. To punctuate this, Firewoman takes off her Saints of Sinner t-shirt, and tosses it in to the flaming trash can. From the bag she brings out an old school OOWF T-shirt and puts it on, the dumps the remaining t-shirts on the table.FW: So....pick your side. Right now. Slowly at first, various staffers come forward and grab a shirt. Hightower talks it over with his crew, and steps forward.SRDH: The black and white on our shirts represents fairness and calling things right down the middle. We will continue to wear them for OOWF matches, but.... Hightower takes off his referee shirt and tosses it into the flaming trashcan, grabs an OOWF T-shirt, and puts it on.SRDH: As far as WWE and Royalty are concerned? We stand with OOWF. The remainder of the referees follow suit. Catering staffers vow to not serve members of Royalty or WWE, and the rest of the staff make similar vows as relevant to what they do.OOC: I left out the wrestlers because I hope that everyone does their own, however they think they should go, whether it's joining up or walking out. Firewoman slouches back against the bar, watching everyone. Spencer hands her a whiskey.SD: What about-- FW: Spencer, I'm not protecting him. What he did-- SD: I know...it's not.....I just don't recognize him. Or Lexie. JRE: * walking up with Lucky* Well, look at you. Seems you have started a movement. FW: We'll see if it's enough. JRE: What's next? FW: Lucky...get Jericho on the phone. They wanted a champion to champion meeting. I say we start pushing hard to get that done. L: On it, boss. Camera fades on the folks who are grabbing OOWF T-shirts, and those slipping out the door, assuming they are unnoticed. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:34:58 GMT -5
<Moose drops his Saints shirt into the burning bin and puts on an OOWF t-shirt, then turns to the rest of the Saints> Before last night, this was just Alex being Alex, the biggest douchebag on the planet. He hurt one of ours. From now on, you see a member of Royalty, attack on sight. They get no safe quarter at all. They want to bring hell to the OOWF? Well, we ARE hell. The Saints of Sinners, and we are going to bleed those bastards dry |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:37:25 GMT -5
As the meeting begins to break up Matt and Jaime both grab OOWF shirts and slip them on. Matt turns and walks over to Fire. MF: The champion to champion meeting is a stupid fucking idea. FW: Why? MF: You're aware of who the WWE Champion and the US Champion currently are right? If you actually meant what you said in your impressive speech there and it truly is us united against Royalty, I'm assuming they're out of the meeting. So tell me what the fuck good it's going to do to meet with the Usos and the useless waste of oxygen that is Nikki Bella? Now, I am a fan of Dolph, and I think he's one of the rare few Sports Entertainers currently on their roster who could fit in with this company. But even if he's sympathetic to our cause, what is he going to do? This whole idea of a meeting makes absolutely no sense to me. Matt pauses before continuing. MF: There is one other thing. A while back Miranda, Tommy, Mai, LD, Stank, Tytan and I all agreed to your suggestion that your husband was off limits except in the ring. As far as I'm concerned, that shit ended last night. I'm not asking for your permission, I'm goddamn telling you that I'm going to take advantage of any chance I get to rip your husband's head off and piss down his neck. Whether that be in the ring, the parking lot or anywhere else. And I'm sure I'm not the only one in the company who feels that way, you'd better accept that and you'd better accept it pretty damn quick. Matt and Jaime walk off as we....... FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:37:56 GMT -5
OOC: Sports I believe Alexis is the IC champ in this situation...could be wrong though. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:38:42 GMT -5
ooo, thanks Sportsguy! Something I forgot!!! Fading back in...FW: Folz!! Matt and Jaime stop and turn, and allow Fire to catch up.MF: Don't plead for that sorry excuse-- FW: No pleading. No nothing. Alex has always been ambitious but.....what they did to Stan....what HE did....that's....that's not the man I married. MF: Are you sure about that? Because if we look historically-- FW: It's not. And, I don't care what happens. I want WWE gone. That's my focus, and that SHOULD be your focus. MF: But-- JF: Matt....Alex IS WWE. MF: Oh..well-- FW: And about the champions' meeting, it isn't a kumbaya hugging circle that I have in mind. MF: What is it then. FW: Just....trust me. Folz busts out laughing.MF: Trust you? You've already got your ticket for punching out to greener pastures as soon as you can. FW: I was just exploring my options. I didn't think we had a chance until now, and really, the hold up was negotiating for any OOWF person who wanted to come with me...but....Now that I see the response....I don't think I'll need that other contract. MF: Yeah, well, we'll see.... Matt and Jaime walk away, and Fire goes back inside. Jaime is quiet, and thoughtful.MF: What's wrong? JF: She won't be staying. MF: Huh? She just said-- JF: Think about it. Think about how many memories of her and Alex would be all over this place....if we were in that position-- MF: Which we will NEVER be!! JF: --Right, but if we were....and you weren't here anymore...I don't think I could stay either. MF: Pffft....you're sentimental that way. Firewoman's not like that... JF: Yes, she is. It's deeply hidden, but...just some things she's said during our girls' nights....EVERY so often she lets her guard down..... MF: It's wonderful that you see the best in everyone. I don't know how to end that part of the conversation, so let's just have them walk out of earshot around a corner or something. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:39:56 GMT -5
OOC: Sports I believe Alexis is the IC champ in this situation...could be wrong though. In OOWF I am the IC. In WWE-alternate-reality here Dolph still is, unless I missed something where Alexis won it. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:40:38 GMT -5
Fade back in again to Matt and Jaime continuing their conversation as they walk toward their suite. MF: Whatever it is that's happening with Fire and Alex, that's not us. That will NEVER be us, ok? I swear to you that as long as we're married that I will never lie to you or hide anything from you. JF: I believe you. I have no doubts about you at all. What I'm saying is that my gut tells me that, no matter how this ultimately turns out, I think this might be Fire's last hurrah in the company. MF (Shrugging): Knowing the competitor she is, I kind of doubt that. But I guess we'll see. They enter the suite and as they walk inside Matt notices a garish looking dress hanging up on the bedroom door. MF: The hell is that? JF: My bridesmaid's dress. Not what I would have gone with but it's Bridgette's favorite color. I'm sure it'll look good though, when I'm standing next to my dashing looking husband in his tux. MF: Wait, what? JF: Zane and Bridgette's wedding? With all that's going on lately no one's talking about it, but it's still scheduled for Saturday. MF: This Saturday? JF: Yes. MF: Fucking First Day of the NFL Playoffs Saturday???!!!! JF: So what? The Packers have a bye right? MF: Yeah, but it's bad karma to miss any of the games. JF: As opposed to the karma of pissing your wife off? MF: You'll probably be more happy going by yourself anyway. I don't really know Zane or Bridgette all that well and besides, outside of ours weddings aren't really my thing. JF: OK. MF: Ok? Really? JF: Yeah, sure. Tell you what, we'll compromise. I'll go by myself, you stay here and watch football all day and then you'll never have a prayer of seeing me naked again. OR, you can act like an actual worthwhile husband, go with me, dance with me and have a great time, and I'll make it worth your while when we get back here. MF (Pausing): What time are we leaving Saturday? FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:41:49 GMT -5
OOC The Referee should be Davis Hightower IIRC IC * As the crowd in the Destroyitarium thins out, Dre Gains rises from his seat in the back and walks to the front. Firewoman is standing there, talking with members of the backstage crew. Dre grabs one of the OOWF shirts and pulls it over his Shaquille O'Neal Lakers Jersey. Dre: I know I ain't nobody to ya yet, but I signed up here for a reason. If you want someone to bust some ass, you lemme know *Fire looks up at Dre, looks him up and down and nods.* Fire: Good. You could be useful. Dre: I gots one of the Royalty in my match this week. I'll be doing my best to take her out. Fire: That's what want to hear Dre: Holla acha later *Dre smiles one of his Soon-To-Be-Trademarked Big Smiles and we start to fade...* ~~~ Through the magic of television, we cut to a dock, where Zane and Bridgette have arrived in Cyprus. ~~~ Zane: I really never expected to be back out here Bridgette: It has been a while. Someone was supposed to be picking us up ~~~ As if on cue, Awesome Bill & Ellie Mae pull up in unicycles ~~~ Bill: Whooo dawgie! This here's the best we could do fer now (pats the handlebars) Ya'll jump on! Zane: Oh no. No Way. Bridgette: (laughing) Oh come on and loosen up. ~~~ She climbs onto the handlebars in front of Bill and we fade...~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:42:55 GMT -5
Miranda and Tommy each grab an OOWF Shirt, Tommy pulls out a "FEAR" bandana and puts that on... And starts grinning. FW: Miranda, are you ready for what's coming? MW: You even have to ask? I'm not some rookie anymore. FW: Tommy, I know you and my brother have a... history. Frankly, you seem to enjoy pushing his buttons. I don't expect you to trust him, but can you two work toward the same goal? TW: (Grins at Firewoman) FW: Well? TW: (Starts chuckling) FW: Wilder? What the hell? Fire waves her hand in front of Tommy's face - Tommy doesn't seem to notice... FW: Miranda, has this happened before? MW: Well, there was the time he base-jumped the tower in Singapore, out to the bay before the police got there... And the no brakes, fixed gear downhill run last week in New Zealand... FW: Uh, huh... MW: The 180 foot kicker ramp in Samoa... Drift racing in Japan in Stan's truck... FW: OK, we knows he craz... wait - WHAT WAS THE LAST ONE? MW: Relax, we didn't cause enough damage to matter. FW: WE? MW: I meant HE, yeah, just Tommy. I don't do any of that stuff... often... FW: So this (points at Tommy) means he is going to do something stupid, isn't he? Tommy: YUP! Just making a list in my head. C'mon partner - got some shopping to do... Tommy and Miranda walk off... Fire: Oh boy. Better call the insurance company. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:43:55 GMT -5
Tytan walks up from sitting near Eco. Tytan: (looks at Firewoman) Well it's nice to see you finally decided to get down to business. I joined the cause because I didn't want the wwe around and I respected you as a warrior. Then you decided to turn you back on the people that were willing to fight with you. And you went back to the guys that were supposed to be running the show but were sitting back in the locker room. Now they decided to fight when one of their own gets taken out. (He grabs one of the OOC shirts and puts it on.) I have bled OOWF since day one. I'm in but I'm not following you. You haven't given me a reason to believe you. Heck you had your out. But you now think we have a chance and you come back to us. Screw you Firewoman! I'll fight the fight but I ain't taken orders from you. I'll side with the crew that were in this from the beginning. And I ain't gonna side with someone that was willing to have a plan b. It's OOWF or death. Simple as that. (He turns to walk out he looks to Eco and nods. He then walks out of the room.) Fade |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:44:45 GMT -5
OOC: I thought I explained pretty clearly that Fire allied herself with the Saints because they had most of the belts, and she needed to make sure the champions were all on the same page. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:45:10 GMT -5
Ecosystem gets up from his chair, briefcase in hand. He walks over to the OOWF shirts, observes them. He takes off his dress shirt deliberately, folds it, and puts it into his briefcase . . . where he takes out his own t-shirt and puts it on.
The t-shirt has a picture of Ecosystem, smiling and counting his money.
Everyone groans. Mai walks up and pointedly grabs an OOWF shirt, before walking over to Firewoman.Mai: You better find me a date for Bridgette's wedding, because I am not dancing with my brother. Fire: Noted. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:46:15 GMT -5
(The gathering at the Destroyitarium continues as Power walks in the door. She looks around and spies Firewoman. She walks up to her and does a golf clap.) Power: Such a lovely speech. Fire: Not a speech, Edna, er, Edra. It's the truth. Power: Coming out of your mouth? You might be able to fool everyone else here, but I know how much you lie, how you enjoy manipulating people. You can fool them, but not me. You're... Chloe: (stepping between Fire and Power) Stop it, Edra. Fire: Didn't we have a discussion.... Chloe: (Turning to Fire) You told me to stay out from between you and your brother. This is about family. Power: This is about not trusting Fire. Chloe: Really? You think this is about her? No, it's about keeping what happened to our family from happening to others. Power: Oh bullshit, since when did you ever care about anyone? Chloe: I care. Power: About who? Chloe: About Stan! (Power and Chloe lock eyes...both have a tear fall from their eye.) Power: Since when did you care. You were the one who planned to beat him down when we were together. Chloe: That was a long time ago. I understand him now. Power: Right, you understand... Chloe: I got to know him well these past few weeks. He was misunderstood. He was a part of the Saints. He was family. Power: A sick, twisted family, but still... Chloe: Dad thought the world of him. Power: See, you keep bringing Dad up. Chloe: Because this is just like what happened to Dad. (Power's mouth hangs open, as if what Chloe said froze the words in her mouth.) Chloe: We lost our aunt and uncle. Dad lost the love of his life. Now we've lost Stan. How many more have to fall before you understand that you and I were right months ago. Power: Nobody fucks with the OOWF.... Chloe: Unless it's us. Power: I still wanna... Chloe: Me too, but for now... Power: Count me in. Shane, too. Chloe: Why were you so late? Power: Physical therapy. Chloe: Where's your boy? Power: (Smiling) Still recovering. Chloe: (Face turning pale and running off) Ewww, Jack, they did it again.... (Power and Fire snicker as Ashley brings Power a bottle of Aquafina. Power wrinkles her nose) Power: This all you got? Ashley: Since Texpress left, we've got cases of the stuff. (Power shrugs her shoulders and opens the bottle and downs it.) Fire: So you're in? Power: For now, just don't give me another reason. Fire: I don't take to threats. Power: I know. That's a promise. (The two lock eyes, then turn and look out over the assembled) Fire: So, you and Tuska... Power: So, you and John Ross... (Fire hands Power an OOWF T-shirt as the scene fades) |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:48:12 GMT -5
~~~ Inside the OOWF Arena, we see the ring crew setting up for the show. the ropes are up and tied, and there are guys putting turnbuckle pads on, as well as tying down the apron skirting. ~~~ Voice Over Guy: Wait, why would they be setting up the ring on a Friday for a Wednesday show? This makes no sense. What? Stick to the script or I'm Fired eh? You got it. ~~~ The camera slowly pans down to the ring and we see Chad Madison, Zane Myers and Bridgette Soon-to-be Myers walking down the ramp. Zane stops to speak to the crew chief. Zane: Say, You mind if we get in and just run the ropes a bit? Chief: Sure, but my guys are on a schedule. We have a lot more work to be done today. Chad: You got it. ~~~ Zane and Chad climb in the ring, while Bridgette stands out on the apron. They bounce off the ropes a couple of times each, Chad drops down, then leapfrogs Zane. Bridgette beams watching them. Suddenly, two crew members working on the turnbuckle pads turn around to complain. Comrade Sharkoff: Why for you have to do that now? Can a man not earn a living in the rotten capitalist dog of a company?Ricky Soaring Eagle: Clearly to them we are not worthy of consideration. Clearly they look down upon us as less than equals. I think it time that they Felt My Pain~~~ Sharkoff & Eagle drop their tools and assume an agressive posture. Suddenly there is a BLAST of pyro and Music. All four men turn to the entrance ramp to see Dre Gaines come bouncing down the ramp He sees the four in the ring ready to fight and stops short ~~~ Dre: My bad, I interrupting something? I was told to come test out the pyros and see what was up with it. ~~~ The Crew chief looks up and sees the four in the ring squared off and starts barking orders ~~~ Chief: Hey, Eagle! Commie! get your asses down here and let's get this cable wrapped! ~~~ Sharkoff sneers and rolls out of the ring. Ricky stands there another minute, his black eyes unwavering. He climbs out of the ring, never dropping his gaze from Zane & Chad. ~~~ Chief: You guys mind? We are on abit of a tight schedule today. Bridgette: We should go ~~~ They climb down and head up the ramp, stopping at where Dre G is still standing. ~~~ Zane: This is the kind of talent we need coming to the LSCW school Chad: I agree. (he extends his hand) Big Man, Chad Madison. Nice to meet you Dre: Hells yeah, I know who ya are. Listen You got that wedding this weekend..... Bridgette: ..... Of course you can come. Dre: Thanks!, but I gotta ask, you got a DJ for the reception yet? My homie Calvin..... Calvin Chase..... goes by C squared, can spin a hell of a party Zane: I..... Bridgette: That sounds great. Have him call me (hands him a card) Dre: Sweet, It's gonna be off the hook! ~~~ Dre heads up the ramp. Zane turns to Bridgette slack jawed. ~~~ Zane: What... Why? Bridgette: Oh shug, It's for the reception, not the ceremony. I am sure everyone will have a great time. Chad: I like him. ~~~ Zane sighs and we fade ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:49:09 GMT -5
*Stank grabs an OOWF T-Shirt and pulls Firewoman aside.*Stank - Keep your eye on Juni. I think your brother is right in him being behind a lot of this. *Before Firewoman can reply SFJ#8 walks over with a microphone.*SFJ#8 - It's been a tough time for The Saints of Sinners. Any comments on how you might respond to Royalty's actions? Stank - You mean other than the speech Firewoman just made? I think the speech says it all. In the interest of team unity I'll refrain from any further comment. SFJ#8 - You mean you're holding back? Stank - What did I just say? SFJ#8 - I think our viewers would be interested in anything else you might want to share. *Stank glances at Firewoman then back at the SFJ*Stank - Look. There has been a lot of talk about how The Saints have dropped the ball. I won't point out the bullshit in such comments since no one else bothered to put aside whatever differences they might have had with their fellow OOWF colleagues in order to keep the World Title home where it belongs. The truth is Stan Fulton was the best amongst us and did not deserve to go out like he did. I'm going to make damn sure that those responsible for what happened to him... pay... dearly... in blood and broken bones. And that will start with my beating the ever living shit out of Rory Albright come Mayhem... and by GOD it won't end there. *Stank abruptly walks off as the camera fades to black.* |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:51:14 GMT -5
Firewoman is walking down the hall when suddenly two big arms grab her from behind, pinning her own arms to her sides. He picks her up and begins to swing her around with a mighty...YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!! This does not sparkle with Firewoman begins to kick her legs, finally landing a BIG kick right to the...well, not QUITE in the groin, just above it, knocking the wind completely out him. He lets go of Firewoman, and she goes sailing. She lands, shoulder rolls and comes upon her feet, charging at her assailant who is doubled over. She grabs his hair and pulls his head back with one hand, her other in a half fist ready for a throat punch and stops sort when she sees who it is.FW: Goddammit, Chad, what is wrong with you. CM: Well.....* gasp*....right now.....* cough*....I can't.....* gasp*.....breathe....* cough* FW: You know better than.....geezus, I'm sorry. Fire helps him kind of stand up to recover.CM: No, no, my bad....I was just excited to see ya. FW: Uh huh. I believe I owe you an ass-kicking. CM: I know...but I apologized to her and we're all good now.....so....please don't hurt me, ma'am? FW: Ugh....cowboys.... But she smiles.CM: Awesome, so.... FW: Wait, are you back? Why are you here? CM: Duh, the WEDDING? Zane and Bridgette? FW: Is that....now? CM: Yes! FW: Oh...damn, sorry I just....I've had a lot on my mind. CM: Yeah um.....how ya doin'? FW: Eh, I'm good. Just keeping my eye on the prize, you know. CM: Fire.....don't....not with me.... FW: It's fine. Really. CM: Okay, good, because I was hoping you'd be my date. FW: * eyebrow raise* For.... CM: The WEDDING! FW: Oh, um....Chad, I don't think.....I'm not going. CM: What? But you HAVE to go! FW: I do not. Besides, WE cannot go as a "date." The wrestling magazines would take THAT and run with all kinds of rumors. CM: I know....it'd be GREAT. Probably TOTALLY piss off Alex and....oh....sorry. FW: I'm really not in the mood for a wedding, Chad. It's just-- Zane and Bridgette walk up.ZM: Hey Fire....Chad, why is your face so red? CM: I'll tell you later Bridgette gives Fire a hug which she sort of doesn't like, but she tolerates it.Br: Hi, sug'....I'm so glad to see you. How ya holdin' up? FW: I'm fine. Really. I need to get back to-- CM: Hey, Fire, I found a GREAT place for the bachelor party! FW: Yeah? CM: Oooooooh yeah......you're coming right? FW: Well, yeah, I guess that wouldn't be-- Br: Chad, silly, she can't come to the bachelor party! Chad, Fire, and even Zane look at Bridgette with surprise.ZM: Really, honey, Fire's kinda one of the guys, in some ways, and-- Br: She can't come because the bachelor party is the same time as the shower Jaime is throwing me. FW: So? Br: So you can't be in two places at once. FW: Um......no...I guess I can't...... Br: So you boys just go have a good time. The girls (* Fire shudders*) will do our thing. Chad and Zane try to contain their laughter. Bridgette puts an arm around Fire who stares daggers at them.CM: Yep! Sorry you can't go, Fire. ZM: Yeah, you'll have MUCH more fun at the shower. Playing all those games... FW: Games? Br: Oh yes, they're just silly fun..... CM: Yeah, eating cake while we have to deal with getting stripper glitter all over us.... Fire looks jealous.ZM: You will LOVE it Fire. Really. CM: You can tell us ALL ABOUT IT at the wedding. Br: Indeed....You'll be bringing that young man, Mr. Ewing, of course? FW: I ... uh... yeah, sure. Br: Okay we're off! The esthetician should already be setting up. FW: For what? Br: FACIALS, dear!!!! Bridgette leads Firewoman away. Chad and Zane crack up, and Fire looks back glaring at them.
CM: Oh, she's going to kill us. ZM: Yep. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:51:42 GMT -5
*The crowd has further thinned out in the Destroyitarium, and the Murphys are sitting at the bar with a bottle of Tullamore Dew* DK: I know we feel the same way about OOWF and WWE. Dee: True, but that doesn't change the way I feel about Stan Fulton. I don't regret what happened to him, I just regret how it happened and that I didn't do it to him in a fair match in the ring. I have no use for cowards who find safety in numbers, and I don't trust backstabbing bastards, including Royalty, but that was how Stan rolled when he broke our father's legs, and I don't trust the Saints or Strength in Silence or anyone else jumping on the bandwagon. I've heard people talking a lot tonight, but bottom line, big brother, we did nothing wrong, we did nothing to help the WWE, we will not help the WWE, but I don't trust anyone here but you and Danny, and with Danny out of action, that leaves just us. DK: Well, when you put it that way... Dee: Look me in the eyes... *They stare at each other, and first Daniella and then DK go into Jack of the Hinterlands mode* DK: Royalty should expect no breaks from us, but we will not be giving any breaks to our opponents at Mayhem. We are not drinking anyone's Kool-Aid. |
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