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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 10:54:56 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals (#667)
Live! From Zagreb, Croatia
February 18, 2015
OOWF Invitational Semi-Finals
Tommy Wilder vs. Miranda Williams
The Zax vs. LD Williams
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Tytan vs. Dre Gaines
Royalty vs. Murphy's Law & Mai Muyo
Christian Carter & Rory Albright vs. Concrete TG & Matt Folz
Strength in Silence & Banned From Everywhere vs. Saints of Sinners, Stank & Demon Smoke
Ghosthead vs. Ecosystem
Road Banger Thrash vs. Akiru Tornado
Card subject to something Croatian happening
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:05:16 GMT -5
(Tytan is seeing the medic about his shoulder and a SFJ comes up.) SFJ#54: Tytan it seems this is the first time you have lost a match without someone beating you with a foreign object. What do you have to say? Tytan: Well look what LD did to my shoulder. (Medic looks at him.) Medic: This is going to hurt for a second. (Medic pops shoulder back in as Tytan barely flinches.) Tytan: (Continues) Like I have said in the past. I respect the man that put me out of commission and ended my first run here. But I will say this, we will meet AGAIN! I owe you one, and every dog has its day. And I will beat you! But now let's move onto some other things. Firewoman. (Tytan starts to clap.) This seems like this is the first time in a long time the real Firewoman has decided to show up, and I will say this. It's about damn time. Maybe it's getting closer to the time I get you in the ring and take that title from you. You realized that you are no Hero. Now you need to realize that you aren't a champion either. (Eco comes up to check on Tytan.) Eco: How are you doing big guy? I knew I should have been down there for you. Tytan: What, so you can do what you did to Ghosthead to LD? Eco: Whatever is necessary for business. He needed to learn a lesson. Tytan: Things are never going to change for you. Eco: Nope. This is who I am, and of all people you should know that. Tytan: I do and I also know I am never going to change you. Eco: Why change a good thing? Tytan: (Shakes his head.) Shoulder is doing better. Eco: Good. (Pulls out his phone.) We'll catch up later. (The two fist bump and Eco walks off.) Tytan: When they made him they broke the mold. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:05:44 GMT -5
Mai is still storming through the backstage area after the end of her match with Fire, face still marred with the ash of the friendship bracelet. She pushes over crates of set storage, and finally grabs a folding chair from the side and begins smacking it against the wall.
Mai: FUCKING BITCH! FUCKING BITCH! FUCKING - Dre Gaines: Easy there, girl. Bout to pop the pipes in the wall. Mai: (stopping) DRE, THAT FUCKING - Mai stops and sees that Dre has a little girl hiding behind his leg.
Mai: Oh. Oh wow. Um. hi. Dre: This here is Amy. I saw her cryin' in the crowd when I was signing autographs after the show, and I asked her what's up, and she says she's worried that something's wrong with Mai, and I told her, shoot, she a big girl, so I figured I'd bring her back here to see for herself. But if you're still upset - Mai: No. No no no. Mai sits cross-legged on the floor by Amy.
Mai: Amy, I'm very sorry you had to see that. And I'm very sorry I used that language in front of you. You shouldn't use language like that to describe people when they're angry, especially not words that people use to especially hurt women. Amy just peeks out a little further from Dre's leg.
Dre: Goin' over her head there. Mai: Right. Sorry. Um, Amy, I'm super-okay. I just want to know that you're okay too. Can you give me a hug? Amy comes out and hugs Mai. Her parents finally come up from behind.
Dad: Can she get a picture with you? Mai: Um, I don't look - Dre flashes a Big Smile.
Mai: Uh, sure. Mai, ashy face and all, takes a picture with Amy who leaves with her parents. Dre sits down next to Mai.
Dre: How you feeling? Mai: Better. Dre: So what do you want to do now? Mai: I still want to kick her ass. (Beat) But I'm probably done destroying furniture. Dre: Good enough for me. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:07:28 GMT -5
We fade in on the flight to Croatia and see Matt Folz sitting next to Jaime. He's got his Ipad out and he's rewatching his beatdown from Royalty last night, in a match someone forgot to send in last night because he thought it was Tuesday and not Wednesday (We don't need to name names and assign blame, but said writer both apologizes to Moose and thanks him for covering). Dre and Stank are both down and Folz is putting a beating on Alexis in the corner, nailing her with hard chops. Alexis thumbs him in the eye and slides out of the ring trying to escape but Folz quickly recovers and follows Alexis. They start brawling all the way up the ramp until there right near the entrance curtain, when suddenly Christian Carter and Rory Albright ambush Folz from behind.
Russ: Ah, son of a bitch.
Razz; Yet another gang attack by Royalty.
Russ: Damn them.
Carter, Alexis and Rory go right after Folz's surgically repaired left leg stomping on it and slamming it into the concrete floor. Alexis slams Folz's knee into the guard rail and holds his leg as Carter delivers a dropkick right to the knee. The crowd's booing grows louder as Alexander Darling comes out with his typical douchebag smile on his face.
Russ: Well look who decided to grace us with his presence, aren't we lucky?
Alexander grabs a microphone and begins to taunt Folz.
AD: You still just don't get it, do you Matt? This is OUR world, you're insignificant. (Turning to Carter and Albright) Pick his ass up.
Carter and Albright hold Folz up and Alexis nails him from behind with a chop block. Alexis again holds Folz's leg on the guardrail as Alexander takes off his OOWF World Heavyweight Championship belt and holds it up in the air. He looks down at Folz and yells "This is the closest you're ever getting to this again" before slamming it full force into Folz's knee. OOWF Security finally come out and try and drag Royalty away. Alex, Alexis, Christian and Rory all celebrate as the crowd boos loudly.
Matt shuts off the match, shakes his head and slowly limps over to where Mai is sitting. MM: Hi Matt, how are you doing? MF: Pissed off. I'm fucking sick of this shit. MM: Me too. MF: I know, saw your promo. I'm glad you're finally showing that sort of killer instinct that I knew you always had in you. Between the two of us, in two separate matches, we have the chance to get our hands on all of them this week. Let's make a statement. MM: Sounds good to me. Matt and Mai fist bump and Matt stands before turning back. MF: Mai, one more thing. Remember that match idea I told you about a while ago? MM: Yeah? MF: Over the next few months, lets you and I each keep separate lists of potential partners, figure out who we can trust. Clearly Fire's aligned with them so let's figure that it'll be at least 5 on 5. Mai nods and Matt goes back to his seat. Jaime goes over to talk to Mai about where to go to dinner tonight and Concrete TG walks up to Matt. Crete: Citizen Folz, mind if I sit for a moment. MF: Yeah, sure. Crete (Sitting): You and I are teaming this week. MF: Seems that way yeah. Crete: I was wondering if you could give me any insights into our opponents, as I have not yet had any encounters with them. MF: That's fine. I have no trouble teaming with you, I'll work out with you, I'll give you any tapes you ask for, whatever you need. But you have to understand something. Crete: And what is that? MF: I want to make something clear. Just because I won Face of the Year you might think that I'm a nice person now, or that I'll keep this match well within the rules. Neither one of those facts are true. If I have the chance to get my hands on Carter and strangle that motherfucker til his eyes bulge out of his head, I'm going to do it. Crete: That's..... that's rather vivid imagery. MF: Yeah, well, it's the truth. Lots of shit has gone down since you were last here. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:13:20 GMT -5
Alexander Darling is sitting at the back of the plane, listening to music, when Eco sits down next to him.
Alex: That's my wife's chair. Eco: I won't be here long. Alex: What do you have to say to me? Are you going to pretend to be angry for your sister? Try to claim you're my wife's savior? Act like you somehow get credit for my accomplishments, driving out the WWE? The possibilities are endless with you. Eco smiles and puts his hand on Alex's shoulder.
Eco: I just want to say that you should be proud of what you've accomplished in this company, and it's an honor to have you on our roster. Alex: That's all. Eco: That's all. Have a good rest of the flight. Eco gets up and returns to his seat, as Alexander stares after him.
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:13:54 GMT -5
Wilder sits down next to Miranda – TW: Welp, looks like you and me this week, partner. MW: Yup. TW: That's it? This match should be a blast! We've both beat some serious competition to make this happen – one of us should make a run at it! MW: Oh, I just don't relish the possibility of wrestling you and my dad on consecutive weeks. TW: But you should 'Randa! We've gone at it before – hey, you win, you beat me straight up! Better that than dealing with Alex and his poser posse. MW: Like Firewoman. TW: Yeah…. Wondered how you were gonna take that. Look, there aren't many folks here who stay on the high side of the quarter pipe, you know? Fire has gone back and forth over and over. But she did mentor you, gotcha on the path you're on now, right? MW: Yeah. TW: OK, so she might be Vader now, but she was Obi-wan then. You gotta make your own track, ya know? And strong in you, is the Force. MW: Star Wars reference? How many level of geek are you Tommy? TW: Hey, what can I say? Got Netflix on my tablet, and we travel a WHOLE lot. Still – let's rock it this week. See what happens, enjoy this run. 'Cause no matter what, we're Crash and Burn, partner – and we're far from done! MW: (Smiles) Thanks, Tommy. TW: Now I gotta figure out what to do when we land… I mean.. Croatia? MW: I'm sure they have something you can jump off of. TW: Hey… I got an idea! You ever go skydiving? (Fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:14:24 GMT -5
*Demon smoke is talking to Moosehead Jack backstage, introducing himself* Demon Smoke- So yeah. You guys all saw how I beat that guy with the whack ass name last week though, right? MJ- Sure. Demon Smoke- I've tasted victory. And it tastes sweet. You've been here long right? Of course you have. Tell me, Mr. Jack, do you fear anything? MJ- ... DS- No, of course not... But little do you know, fear is what drives us. It can make or break you. Do you embrace fear? Or do you simply shrug it away? Does the fear help you? Or does it hinder you? MJ- What are you even talking about? DS- I'm talkin- *gets cut off when Tuska assaults Demon Smoke from behind, as Moosehead Jack just stands there* Tuska- You better, watch yourself, new guy! You're not tough shit because you beat some no name! *Tuska stares at Moosehead Jack for a while then turns around to walk away when... THE CRIT?!?!?(devastating backbreaker)* DS- *laughs as Tuska is laid out on the floor* No... You should watch yourself, Mr. Tuska. Just when you think you've got me... *a harsh male screaming noise is heard as the screen fades* |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:15:03 GMT -5
(Which comes back to life as a female screaming noise is heard and Power charges in with a vicious SPEAR into the newcomer Demon Smoke. Power mounts the Demon's chest and rains down vicious punches. She pulls Smoke up into a front facelock and lifts him high to deliver a Powerdriver when Power finds herself speared by Chloe. Moose and Chloe begin kicking away at Power, and pick up Power for a SAINTS ROW! Tuska begins to find his feet when Chloe grabs his hair and picks him up for a CORKSCREW! Chloe helps Demon Smoke to his feet, but grabs him by the face.)Chloe: The Saints fear NO ONE! The OOWF fears US. Because what anyone else thinks, this is OUR WORLD! And everyone else is allowed to exist in it. Moose: Trust us. (LD and Stank...or is it Dre...no, it's Stank, definitely Stank...steps from the shadows.)Stank: Don't believe us? Then, rookie, you haven't been paying attention. LD: We're the Saints, and that says it all (LD, Stank, Moose, and Chloe walk away leaving a dazed Demon Smoke behind as the cameras fade.) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:16:16 GMT -5
<The Saints finish their beat down of Power and Tuska. They stand there for a moment, then Moose turns to Chloe> MHJ: Chloe, I need you to run that errand we talked about earlier Chloe: Right, preferably razor wire, but if not that, extra large barbed wire MHJ: Right <Chloe turns and walks off, Moose looks at LD and Stank> MHJ: C'mon, we need a drink <LD and Stank shrug and follow Moose. We cut to a seedy dive somewhere in Croatia> LD: Ok Jack, you dragged us here for a reason, what's going on? MHJ: Gentlemen.......I feel like the Saints are at a crossroad.......or, at least I am <Stank and LD just look at one another> MHJ: Oh come on, it's not just me. LD, you have Miranda, the next generation of Canadian Violence. Stank.....you have your brother. It's not the same, I know, but since he showed up....... Sta: Nothin's changed Jack MHJ: <smirking> Ok, then what's next for us? LD, clearly you are going to beat the Zax......that little piece of... LD: What about you Jack? You have Chloe MHJ: <drinking his beer> There's something missing Sta: <finishing his drink, noticing there's a pool table> LD.......rack em! Jack, I don't know man. We are the standard in the OOWF, this.......THIS......is the good life. We are feared. Royalty can have the headlines right now, WE are what really matters, and everyone knows that. <LD and Stank get up and head to the pool table, Moose sits quietly and lights a cigar and gets a bottle of whiskey. Moose sits quietly for a bit, staring off into space. He takes a long drag from his cigar, and a deep drink of whiskey. Suddenly he cocks his head as if listening to someone. An evil grin spreads across his face. Moose picks up the bottle of whiskey, and toasts, then gets to his feet and walks over by the pool table where LD and Stank are playing. There are locals huddled around them, but no one is really saying anything. Moose gets there and looks at one of the larger burly locals> MHJ: DID YOU JUST CALL MY FUCKING FRIEND A MONKEY? Local: WHAT? I NO......I...... MHJ: <pointing to another local> AND YOU THINK ITS COOL TO MOCK MY FRIEND'S BOOTS? Local 2: I DIDN'T!! Stank: <snapping the pool stick in half> Son.....you got about three seconds to live..... LD: You wanna make fun of my boots? <soon enough the place explodes. Stank and LD DESTROY the locals, the more that jump in, the worse it gets for them. Moose laughs like a mad man and wanders over to the bar. The bartender looks nervous and starts to reach for a gun under the counter, Moose grabs him and slams him in the face with a headbutt. The bartender drops to the floor, out cold. All around him chaos reigns. Chloe walks in, and doesn't even question anything, she grabs a local and starts swinging. As things intensify and glass shatters and screams of pain are heard. Moose just stands in the middle of it all, bottle in one hand, cigar in his lips, he stretches his arms out in the Christ pose and tilts his head back and closes his eyes as we fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:16:44 GMT -5
(Tytan stands in front of the OOWF banner. Onslaught title over his shoulder. He begins to pace.) Tytan: Dre Gaines. So it seems like the Gods have smiled upon you and they decided to give you a shot at my title. (He smack the title on his shoulder and Batista laughs.) What makes you think you deserve a shot at my title. Have you proved yourself yet? I will welcome the challenge and meet you in the arena where plenty of blood will be shed. Mainly yours. But face it, there's no reason you deserve a shot at this title. Don't worry I will do my best to make it as quick and painless as possible for you. (Fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:17:24 GMT -5
~~~ Dre Gaines (in a throwback Drazen Petrovic Trailblazers jersey) is walking down The Hallway of Random Encounters (tm) when he is met by SFJ#77 ~~~ SFJ#77: Dre, This week you fae off with Onslaught Champion, Tytan. Dre: Yeah, I know. Mr. "Why do you deserve a shot at my title?" Well listen up mothafucka. What have YOU done to deserve the second chance in this company you got? Yeah, I know all about yo past, shovels and killin people and shit like dat. You aint done a goddamn thing. Me? I aint gotta prove to you I earned a DAMN thing. The only thing I gotta do is decide HOW Imma wear dat belt When I whoop your punk ass and take it from ya. SFJ#77: It is tradition to wear it around your waist. Dre: Well, see I aint that traditional. So I been thinking, I could drape it over my shoulder, but that's boring. I could wear it around my neck Dudley boys style, but then my homies wouldn't see my beautiful face (Dre Smiles his big smile). SFJ#77: OooooKay......... Dre: And THEN I thought, Maybe I drape it in front of me like my boys MNM did, but then.... ~~~ Dre pulls open the waistband of his shorts and looks down ~~~ Dre:.... There aint any room in there for anything else. ~~~ Dre Smiles big and winks at the camera ~~~ SFJ#77: You seemed to have forged a friendship with Mai Muyo as of late. Dre: Mai's my girl, ya dig. I gots her back. She gots that crazy ass brother of hers, a friend who just turned on her for no reason, But I gots her back. SFJ#77: That's about it for now Dre: Whoa girl, I gots one mo thang to say. Stank, you I gots respect for what you've done here. But I aint gots no respect for a little bitch ass pussy. An dats what you are to me. A Bitch ass pussy. Oh yeah, you showed me, attacking me for no reason, hitting me with a chair. Weak, man, weak. I thought you brought it stropnger than that. Oh, you a big man roun here, no doubt. But Stank, there's something you gotta know. I'm Bigger, Badder, BLACKER, and more of a threat to you than you are to me 'Brotha' So anytime you wanna get real with it in the ring, I will put you black ass in the ground, an I won't need no chair or Tytan's shovel to do it, ya dig that? Do ya, you Bitch Ass Pussy? |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:18:20 GMT -5
(It's early Saturday morning in the Saints of Sinners Locker rooms. Moose opens the door to Chloe's room and sees paper everywhere. Chloe is at a table furiously writing, with markers, pens, pencils, and crayons...yes, crayons...scattered about the table. She finally puts the marker she has in her hand down on the table and smiles.)Chloe: Finally! Moose: What are you doing? Chloe: (Startled) Oh, Jack! I just finished. Tell me what you think. (Chloe hands Moose a piece of paper. Moose pulls out his reading glasses. Across the top in red is written “Thank you for being my Valentine”)(Moose stands there, staring and trying to understand. Suddenly he cocks his head as if listening to someone. He smiles. Not an evil grin, but a genuine smile.)Moose: He likes it. It's been a long time since... (Moose just stands there, face becoming blank, staring into space. Chloe stands up and gives Moose a hug, then drops to her knees at his feet. She puts her arms around his legs.)Chloe: No one understands us, Jack. But I understand you, and you understand me. I will always be here for you, no matter what. (Slowly the blank look on Moose's face becomes one of satisfaction as he strokes Chloe's hair and the scene fades.) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:19:05 GMT -5
We see The Zax in what appears to be an ancient stone building Hello there! Good Morning! How are you? Salutation!
We find ourselves once again in a familiar situation
And though I tried to warn you in my last proclamation,
I now have to ask how to say "I Told You So" in Croatian.
By now, you should expect it, although I know some did not.
But into battle I went, any harder I could not have fought.
The Suicide King and I went to war, the same victory we both sought
I survived, worse for wear, yet, having claimed my spot.
This week I face a legend, LD Williams is the name
He is certainly a master, one of the best at this game
And losing to him this week would certainly be no shame
But that is not the path in front of me to fortune and fame.
LD is a master. He is brutal, technical and smart
You know what to expect from him, he always plays the same part
He is tasteless, bland and plain, his pastries have no tart.
And his Mother, poor woman, can't read the bottom row of an eye chart.
As for me, The Zax, I am at the top of my craft
I can cross the Danube without as much as a raft.
Don't open the windows, you won't feel a draft.
I will donate some excitement to LD in a graft.
This OOWF original is next on the list
First was his buddy the Moose, who taped up his fist
Then sweet Alexis, Whose heart has turned into a cyst
And lastly Mr. Carter, who sprays arrogance like a mist
Now wouldn't that be fitting, 2 Sinner & 2 Royal
All failed to stop me, my flesh has yet to spoil
Their anger has heightened, their blood has to boil
I stand ready for action, a snake in it's coil.
So it is onward and upward and forward I go
Not a step to the side, this is the path I know.
The Zax on his way to the steal another show
And for LD's benefit, I will speak it very slow
My destiny is calling, I shall answer the phone
Just like a dog, I will always find my bone
And if you doubt me, come cast the first stone
For when it is over I don't want to hear anyone moan.
So now I must leave you, I have one more chore
I have another battle to wage, it's the final four
My dear Mr. Williams, I'm afraid you won't like the score
When I leave you on your back looking up from the floor.
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:20:17 GMT -5
<cut to GM the Nate's office where all the Saints are sitting in front of GM the Nate's desk> LD: Look, Nate, I can explain....... Stank: Yeah, it was a simple misunderstanding..... GMtN: <furious> SIXTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS! MHJ: Yeah, but, they use chickens or something as currency over here, right? GMrN: No....Kunas MHJ: Ok, so, sixty five thousand Kunas, what is that, like a buck seventy five American? GMtN: No, it's sixty five thousand AMERICAN dollars MHJ: WHAT? Seriously? For that amount of money, we better own the fucking country Chloe: We can call it Sinnersville! GMtN: <glaring at Moose> I expect this from YOU, and when you say jump, I know SHE is right at your side <Chloe glares at Nate and mutters under her breath "or, we can call it fuckyouistan> GMtN: But I expect better from you two! Sta: He called me a monkey LDW: And made fun of my boots GMtN: I am well aware. Do you have any idea how much money it costs to remove......let me get this right.......one half a cue stick, three pool balls and four full chalk squares from someone's rectum? LD: Was that last chalk square really necessary? GMtN: Mr. Williams has jokes? Do you know how difficult it is to explain to the police the emotional trauma one suffers when forced to REPEATEDLY apologize to a pair of boots? <Moose and Chloe are nearly bursting with laughter> GMtN: AND YOU......do you have any idea who the bartender was? MHJ: How the hell would I know that? GMtN: HE WAS THE MAYOR OF ZAGREB! MHJ: What was he doing tending bar in a shitty bar? GMtN: What part of "one of the poorest countries in the world" do you not understand? MHJ: Whatever, fine, I'll cover it. GMtN: The mayor wants an apology MHJ: So apologize to him GMtN: HE WANTS IT FROM ALL OF YOU MHJ: Why? GMtN: SIXTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS! MHJ: What if we say no? GMtN: You won't. Before Wednesday you all WILL all appear on the mayor's television show and apologize Chloe: He has a television show? LDW: Of course he does Chloe: We'll do it MHJ: We will? Chloe: Yes......I have a plan........trust me GMtN: NO! No plans! Go on, apologize, and go away Chloe: Whatever you say Mr. Corbitt <Chloe just gives a devilish grin and the Saints file out of the office and head back to the Saints locker room> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:21:25 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are limo-riding somewhere, because that's what you do when you're Royalty.FW: It really isn't necessary. AD: I know YOU don't care about Valentine's Day but I enjoy it. We've just been reunited after what...six months? A night out is just what we need. FW: I know, but it was so nice and quiet in the Suite-- AD: Castle. FW: Right...Everyone else went out though...we could have romantic night in... AD: Since when are you such a homebody? Besides, there are women all over the world who would KILL to be in your shoes right now. FW: They can have them. They are killing my feet. Where are we, anyway? Like, what country? AD: Zagreb, Croatia. FW: That's gotta be a typo. Someone in the staff got it backwards. Bergaz...that sounds more like an actual name right? AD: * leaning over to kiss her cheek* You're adorable when you're ethnocentric...we're here. The car pulls up to drop them off. Alex is of course in an expensive Armani suit, but no tie, sunglasses. Firewoman gets out in a lovely maroon silk dress, dark hose and black heels, with a black long leather coat. There are a few cameras which Fire kind of acknowledges, until Alex pulls her in for a big kiss.AD: There's your photo op boys, now scram. Fire looks at him in annoyance, but they go into what is probably Zagreb's most expensive restaurant.
When they get there, he leads her straight to a big round table in the center of the room, where Alexis, Carter, Rory, and Carrie are already seated. CC: Heeeeey, there they are. Wow, Fire actually cleans up pretty well. AD: Yeah her new wardrobe finally came. Give us a twirl, Lis. Fire gives Alexander a look of death.AD: Maybe later....Okay, let's get this party started...WAITER! CHAMPAGNE AND KEEP IT COMING! They get seated and Fire leans in to Alex.FW: This is a Valentine's date night? AD: Yeah! Triple date! Fade out on food being ordered, toasts being given, and general disruption of the rest of the clientele. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:21:53 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is with SFJ#47.** SFJ#47: "L.D., this week you face The Zax - a man who has won several impressive victories in recent weeks - in the next round of the OOWF Invitational. Your thoughts?" LDW: "The Zax. I suppose I could respond to your incessant ramblings in rhyme, Zax, but the only games I play are my own. So let me be very clear about what's going to happen. Wednesday night, your admittedly impressive run comes to an end. Wednesday night, I will beat you so badly that the Oompa-loompa and the Smurf that claim to be your parents will weep for your fate, and Wednesday night Horton, the Whos, the Cat, the Hat, Thing One, Thing Two, the Once-ler, the Grinch, the Lorax, and Jane the Kangeroo will gather around the ring and find there's nothing they can do, because Wednesday night L.D. Williams will put an end to you." SFJ#47: "-" LDW: "-" SFJ#47: "You rhymed." LDW: <sigh> I'm really starting to hate that guy." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:23:53 GMT -5
Junichiro "Ecosystem" Muyo is shuffling through papers when Tytan walks in.Junichiro: When did I hire any of these people? "Demon Smoke?" "The Zax?" " Road Banger?" Tytan: Maybe you should pay more attention to your forms. Junichiro: Aren't you the one saying I should pay more attention to the ring? Tytan: Point taken. (Tytan takes a sip from his water bottle.) Well, hope you don't mind if I take one of the new boys out this week. Junichiro: Dre Gaines? Tytan: Mmm-hmm. One of your misplaced forms gave him a title match. Junichiro: Well, he's plenty talented. It's just . . . okay, what does he mean when he says he's "blacker" than Lucas? Is he darker? Is he more aligned with common cultural stereotypes? I don't understand a thing that boy says. Tytan: . . . You probably shouldn't call him "boy." Junichiro: Why not? He calls grown women "girl." Tytan: Yeah, but you calling him a "boy" has a certain, uh . . . history. Junichiro: Oh, I get it. It's another word that they can call each other, but we can't. Tytan: . . . Eco, is it just me, or are you getting more racist every day? Junichiro: What? No! I love all people! I think everyone should be treated the same! But how would you like it if all of a sudden, your sister was telling you that she was interested in . . . you know, that she was looking at going outside the family for a relationship. Tytan: You want your sister to date inside your family? Is this some Darling stuff? Junichiro: No! No! By family, I meant . . . you know, you wouldn't date me. Tytan: . . . Junichiro: Because, you know, we're different. Tytan: Eco, I promise, the reason I am not dating you, a man, is not because you are Japanese. Junichiro: Oh. Right. I sometimes forget that you aren't also - Tytan: Excuse me? Junichiro: Oh what, now it's an insult? Excuse yourself! Tytan: (throwing his hands in the air) I'm just going to get ready to kick Dre's ass. And I'd advise you to not take out your belt this week, otherwise Ghosthead wil rip your head off. Junichiro: I'll whip anyone who misbehaves, thank you very much. Tytan raises an eyebrow.
Junichiro: Oh come on - that was a Justin Timberlake reference! Sexyback? Tytan: You ain't right, boy. Tytan exits.
Junichiro: Now you're calling me boy?? FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:24:28 GMT -5
**Having left L.D. Williams, SFJ#47 runs into Miranda Williams.** SFJ#47: "Miranda, you face Tommy Wilder this week in the next round of the OOWF Invitational. Are you ready for such a big challenge?" MW: "I have to be. I'm this close to winning the Invitational. All I have to do to get there is beat my best friend - and then my father. Wrestling Tommy Wednesday will be fun, but it'll also be one of the toughest challenges of my career. Right now, I'm just going to focus on the fun part of it and give it everything I've got. Win or lose, we're going to steal the show." SFJ#47: "Last week, Firewoman-" MW: "No." SFJ#47: "No?" MW: "It's none of my business. Firewoman is as Firewoman does. Did we see her true colours? Did we see her trying to impress her husband? Did we see the start of yet another plan? I don't know, and I don't care. This time, I'm not getting sucked in." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:26:05 GMT -5
<We open to the set of Good Morning Zagreb, where Mayor Milan Brandic goes over some news and notes and the typical propaganda stuff. Finally, after a commercial for Zangrief’s Used Goats, he comes back and looks quite serious> MB: As many of you know, there was an………”incident” at my bar this past weekend. Several wrestlers from the OOWF started a bloody brawl that caused many thousands of dollars in damage. I have demanded an apology from the <looks at his notes> Saints of Sinners. Without an apology, they would not be allowed to leave Zagreb, and would be thrown in jail. Thankfully, that will not be a problem. They quickly agreed to come onto my program and beg forgiveness. Now, let’s welcome, the Saints of Sinners! <Chloe walks out onto the set, looking around. She looks rather impressed. Bandic stands behind his desk and extends his hand, but Chloe just slaps him on the shoulder and takes a seat, not waiting for it to be offered> Chloe: Hiya Mulan! MB: It’s Milan, and where are the rest? <again looking at his paper> a Mssrs. Jack, Stank and Williams? Chloe: They’re here, it’s a little early for Jack, soooooo not a morning person! Mr. Mann and Mr. Williams were up early, they like to jog you know? Mr. Mann is in incredible shape for such a big guy! MB: Yes, yes. I am not interested in that! I want them out here for an apology! Chloe: In time Mulan! What? Don’t you like me? <looking at the medallion around Bandic’s neck> Woah! Swank bling there Mulan! Can I wear that? MB: CERTAINLY NOT! This medallion has been the symbol of the Mayor’s office for CENTURIES! Whoever wears this is recognized as the Mayor of Zagreb! You certainly can NOT wear this! Now, where are the others! I demand my apology! Chloe: Yeah, I thought you might say that. You know, Mulan, I heard you were in a little trouble recently. Something about……..bribery? MB: Those are unfounded charges! Simply a political move by my enemies to get me out of office! Chloe: Really? Well, I have something here…….. <pulls out her cell phone and finds the picture she is looking for> ………..that might……….just………change……….yep there it is……..your mind. <She hands the phone to Brandic and his eyes go wide, but he quickly regains his composure> MB: Heh, while that is certainly an unfortunate picture, it doesn’t prove…… Chloe: Swipe left <Brandic does and his eyes get bigger> Chloe: Keep going <Brandic does, and all the color drains out of his face. He just stares at Chloe> MB: How did you…….. Chloe: Doesn’t matter. And I am not the only one with the pics. Now, about that medallion……… MB: <glaring at Chloe trying to call her bluff. Chloe glares right back and doesn’t even blink> Well! I don’t see what it could hurt! All in the name of good fun, right? <he takes the medallion from around his neck and gives it to Chloe. She puts it on, essentially making her the acting Mayor of Zagreb> Chloe: Whooo hoooo! <Brandic gets up and starts to leave> Chloe: Wait, where you going Mulan? No no no! You stay here! <Brandic goes to sit back down> What are you doing? That’s the MAYOR’S seat! Get up! <Brandic gets up and sits on the couch, clearly annoyed as hell. Chloe notices the camera crew getting nervous and someone saying something about cutting to a commercial> Chloe: Eh, eh, eh. BOYS! Get out here! <the Black Hand, Vlad, Tavian and Radu Dracul and Ember Blackpool walk out and commandeer the television equipment> Chloe: There! I like that! Don’t you Mulan? Now we can all be friends! Ok, now it’s the time you have all been waiting for. It is my HONOR to introduce the greatest stable in OOWF history, filled with three of the greatest wrestlers in OOWF history. Ladies and Gentlemen, and goats and chickens…….Moosehead Jack, Stank and LD Williams………the SAINTS OF SINNERS! <Moose, LD and Stank come out onto the set. Stank and LD look around and laugh, Moose looks like hell, hung over and half asleep. He flops onto the couch next to Brandic and lights a cigar. Brandic tries to get up, but Stank sits down on the other side of him and pulls him back to the couch. Brandic glares at him, but Stank just slowly shakes his head and Brandic shrinks into the couch. LD takes a seat next to the desk> Chloe: Mr. Williams, let’s start with you. How long have you been in the OOWF? LDW: Since day one. Jack and I are the two originals left who have never left. Chloe: And your first match was against Underdawg, right? LDW: Yeah. He kicked my ass. Took ten years, but I got him back. Chloe: I have to ask, have you and Jack ever wrestled? LDW: Uhhhh, I really don’t…………wait, yeah, way, way back, I think…… Chloe: As a matter of fact, you faced Moosehead Jack and Attitude Adjuster for the #1 contender spot at Holiday Hell on December 11, 2004 LDW: Wow, I don’t even, Jack do you remember that? MHJ: Remember what? Chloe: Well, as luck would have it, we have access to the OOWF Network <turning to the camera> only $6.66 per month! Radu! Cue it up! Chloe: WOW! LDW: NOW I remember that. But I have to ask Chloe, why bring that up? Chloe: Simple. I saw what you did to Jack and Attitude Adjuster when it was just for the number one contender spot, so, I have to wonder what you are going to do to The Zax for a chance to get your hands on the Brat Prince Alexander Darling? LDW: I am going to hurt him Chloe: Is that all? LDW: What else is there? The Zax’s run stops this week. Chloe: I have no doubt Mr. Williams! We need to take a commercial, but when we come back, I will be talking to Mr. Mann about his beef with Dre Gaines <we cut to commercial and Brandic is FURIOUS. He starts screaming> MB: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MOCKERY OF MY SHOW! I WILL HAVE YOU ALL EXECUTED! Chloe: <jumping to her feet> Under WHAT authority? I have the medallion, I am the mayor! MHJ: <glaring at Brandic> One more outburst like that, and I am going to remove your head from your shoulders and kick that son of a bitch back to Bosnia. Hangover asshole, have you heard of it? <Brandic’s jaw drops and he starts to say something, but thinks better of it and sits back on the couch between Moose and LD. Stank is now in the guest seat. The Draculs say we are clear and we are once again live> Chloe: Welcome back to Moring Sausage With the Saints……..who the HELL thought of that? <Vlad meekly raises his hand> I’ll deal with YOU later. My next guess is Mr. Mann, known by most as Stank, the BADDEST motherfucker in the OOWF, you don’t mind me saying that, do you? Sta: No, not at all Chloe: It appears that Mr. Dre Gaines has taken exception with you not liking him Sta: Ask me if I give a shit what that wet behind the ears kid thinks? Chloe: Before we go further with that………I know you don’t like surprises……….. Sta: No, I do not Chloe: But I couldn’t resist. In six days you celebrate your tenth anniversary in the OOWF. We did a little digging and we found your DEBUT match with the OOWF! February 23, 2005, in Climax Saskatchewan, Canada you defeated Gordy “Curling Stone” LaFleur. Monkeys! Run the match! Chloe: DOMINATION! LDW: You posed? Sta: Shut it Billy Dee Chloe: The reason I dug that clip up, other than HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MR. MANN, was to show what you do to punk ass rookies who don’t know their place. I suspect Mr. Gaines will learn his lesson sooner rather than later? Stank: <looking at Chloe and smiling> You’re pretty good at this Chloe: <beaming> Thank you! Sta: It’s real simple. I don’t give a shit about Gaines. Motherfucker, you want to be my FRIEND? What have you done for me to even NOTICE you, let alone for you to be my FRIEND? Listen kid, and listen good, in this business you are lucky to have ANY friends. These people up here? They ain’t my friends, they are my FAMILY and they didn’t get to be that by coming up to me with some cheesy ass smile and askin to shake my hand. So listen up…….BROTHA…….you stick your nose in my business again and I am gonna tear it off your face and stick it up your ass Chloe: What’s next for Mr. Mann? Sta: Real simple. Tytan has something I want, and I am going to take it. If he, or Dre, or anyone else thinks they can stop me? Then they clearly haven’t been paying attention Chloe: That gives me goosebumps! Ok, I’m being told we have to go to another commercial, when we come back, the man who saved me, the man I can NEVER repay and the man who is going to help me eliminate my sister once and for all……..Moosehead Jack <cut to another commercial and Brandic is back on his feet, he starts to yell, then looks at Moose. He walks up to Chloe and hisses through clenched teeth> MB: I want that medallion back NOW and those pictures erased IMMEDIATELY or so help me……. MHJ: <now standing behind Brandic> Or what? MB: <spinning around and coming face to face with Moose> Or I…….uhhhhh……..I MHJ: How about you sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up and let us do what we have to do here? Or do I have to headbutt you again? <Brandic just glares at Moose, then takes a seat between LD and Stank, clearly furious> Chloe: Ok! We are back! And I am here with the man who, literally, saved me, Moosehead Jack! Jack, like Mr. Williams said, you and he are OOWF originals. How have you managed to stay here for ten years? MHJ: What else am I going to do? Chloe: This Sunday, you are going to help me destroy Power MHJ: Well, yeah, I am going to do that. And then, we become the greatest tag team in OOWF history, no offense to you Stank, or you LD, they were both in great teams with…….well…….me <everyone laughs> Chloe: That brings up a good point. At some point some skeezy team will probably cheat to take these titles, whats next for you? MHJ: I don’t know. Chloe: Recently, your sister brought back your old nemesis Concrete TG, any comment on that? MHJ: No, not really. I destroyed Crete, sent him packing up north. He thought he could get rid of me, but you can’t. The world needs Moosehead Jack Chloe: I wanted to show a clip of you destroying Crete, but I couldn’t decide which I liked best, but watching them…….mmmmmmmmm…….I can’t WAIT to get my sister and her boy toy in the ring! MHJ: Gonna be a slaughter. Power could have avoided it all and come home where she belongs, but she made her choice. She chose wrong. Chloe: I’m being told that is all the time we have this week! For Mr. Mann, Mr. Williams and Moosehead Jack, I’m Chloe and this has been Early Morning Slaughter with the Saints…….better, but still not good………gentlemen………wreck this place <with that Moose, LD, Stank and the Draculs get up and DESTROY the place. Brandic gets up, face red with anger, he looks like he is about to explode. He gets in Chloe’s face> MB: I WANT THAT MEDALLION AND THOSE PICS RIGHT NOW! Chloe: <getting real close to Brandic and snarling> Do you think I’m stupid? You get the medallion back, and the pictures are erased the second we are safely out of Croatia Wednesday night and not a SECOND before! MB: You had better hope you NEVER come back here to Zagreb Chloe: Counting on it Mulan <Chloe looks around and sees the set has been thoroughly destroyed and the Saints and Black Hand are heading toward the door. She gets in Brandic’s face once again and hisses> and don’t you EVER fuck with the Saints again. WE make the fucking rules wherever we go…………trust me <Chloe laughs like a maniac and skips through the wreckage to catch up with the rest and we fade as Brandic stares at his destroyed studio in disbelief> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:28:50 GMT -5
*Hours later two uniformed officers bring a man with a hood tied over his head into a dank, windowless, room. They sit the man down and handcuff his hands to the lone table in the middle of the room. One of the officers then untie the hood and remove it from over the man's head, revealing him to be Ecosystem.*Eco - I DEMAND you tell me what this is all about! *The officers ignore Eco and walk out of the room closing the door behind them. Moments later Stank walks in thumbing through a folder. Eco looks up at Stank in confusion as the big man casually walks around the table and sits in the empty chair across from him. Stank plops the folder down on the table between them and rests his hands there while glaring at Ecosystem.*Eco - What... the fuck... is this? Stank - Well I'll tell you what the fuck this is, Juni. Chloe is the mayor around here. Meaning she has some pull. So I asked her to have you arrested and brought to this room so we could... talk. Eco - Why couldn't you just come to my office and speak to me like a normal human being? Stank - Well shit, Juni. Where's the fun in that? Eco - This is outrageous! You better RELEASE ME! Stank - Or what...? You'll beat me with a belt? Eco - Oh NOW I get it. You have me here on behalf of your baby brother. Stank - Juni... I put up with a ton of shit. Hell... I perpetrate a ton, but I also put up with my fair share... What I will not abide however... is racism. Eco - I'm no racist! I love ALL people. Stank - Except black people. Eco - EXACTLY! How does that make me racist? Stank - Eco - I mean I hear what I just said out loud... and it sounds... horrible, but, BUUUUT... I don't mean it THAT way... I mean when I say I don't like black people I mean it the way Dre Gaines means... black... people. Stank - Don't bring that monkey ass jabroni into this! Eco - You SEE! YOU my friend... YOU are racist! Stank - What!?! Eco - You just called Dre Gaines a monkey! Stank - I call everyone a monkey, regardless. Eco - I've NEVER heard you call anyone else a monkey before! Stank - What the fuck are you talking about, monkey? Eco - YOU SEE?? RACIST! YOU! Stank - Do you even KNOW what a racist is? Eco - I'm not white. You just called me a monkey! Therefore, ipso facto... YOU! RACIST! Stank - My question fucking remains, gotdammit. Eco - Look. You and I... we're not white. Stank - Apparently. Eco - What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Never mind. What I'm saying is... *nervouslaugh* Don't let "The Man" convince you that we're racist. Stank - The only motherfucker accusing me of being racist is the Jap handcuffed to the table, sitting across from me. Eco - *GASP* HOW DARE YOU! I'm no FUCKING JEW! Stank - WHAT!?!? Am I speaking English? And THAT's the kind of RACIST bullshit I'm talking about! Eco - WHAT DID I SAY that was even REMOTELY racist??? Stank - JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH! Eco - Yes! JEWS! ME...? Not one! Stank - GOT... DAMN IT I need a drink. GUARD! *A uniformed officer peeks his head inside the door.*Stank - Bring me a bottle of whatever alcohol you got in this in place. *The guard leaves closing the door shut behind him.*Eco - How long do you plan on keeping me here?? Stank - How long do you plan on not admitting you're racist. Eco - I will NEVER admit THAT you... you... Stank - What! Eco - You... YOU... Stank - SAY IT! You know you WANT to!... SAY IT! Eco - YOU... Stank - I'll help you out... it begins with the letter "n". Eco - You... N... N... NASTY! NASTY! MAN! Stank - Nasty. Seriously? Eco - What else would you have me say? Stank - I fucking guess it's best you didn't say it since I assume you intend on living through this. *The officer walks in with a clear bottle of Rakija. He wordlessly sets the bottle and an empty glass down on the table in front of Stank then walks out shutting the door behind him. Stank pours the clear liquid halfway up the glass, then takes a sip, smacking his lips before sipping again.*Stank - Fruity. Eco - *Sigh* Stank - What! Eco - You over here calling me names then turn around calling me racist? Stank - Eco - Stank - Eco - Stank - Oh... The DRINK is fruity, numbnuts! Eco - Still... you can see how... one might misunderstand these things. Stank - I haven't misunderstood your racist ass one bit! Eco - OH! OH! REALLY??? Okay! Okay, FINE! What have I done that's racist? Give me one example! *Stank flips open the folder and thumbs through the stack of papers, before sighing, then plopping the folder back down on the table.* Stank - We'll just go with recently. Eco - Hit me. Stank - Eventually, but for now we'll start with you calling Dre Gaines "boy". Eco - What? COME ON??? Why is THAT racist? I can never figure out what it is with you people! Stank - What people would that be, Juni? Eco - Sensitive!... Sensitive.. n... nn... NASTY people like you! Stank - I'm about to pop you for calling me nasty if you say it like that again. Eco - Oh so now NASTY is RACIST?? Stank - The WAY you SAY IT! Eco - Would you people just PICK a WORD already! *Stank jerks violently in Ecosystems direction which causes him to flinch fearfully, but Stank halts his advance and takes a deep breath as he settles back down in his seat.*Stank - No.. no.. I promised... I wouldn't. Eco - What's that supposed to mean? Stank - Juni... most of the time when one uses the word "boy" it ain't no issue. However, when used to describe a black man... an African American man... there's most definitely a fucking issue. You might ask why and I'm here apparently to educate you so I'm going tell you. You see whites routinely used the word "boy" to describe black men suggesting that we ain't on equal ground. African Americans weren't viewed as full-fledged people but as mentally, physically and spiritually inferior beings to whites. This was both during and after slavery. Eco - But I'm not white. Stank - That distinction is not fucking relevant. Eco - Do you get to call Dre Gaines, boy? Stank - It's a different context coming from me. If I were to ever call that shithead "boy", the likely context would be in reference to our age difference and have nothing to do with his mental, physical, or spiritual inferiority. And even if it did have to do with him being mentally, physically, or spiritually inferior to me that would have nothing to do with his race. Eco - Well then THAT'S how I meant it! Stank - Come again? Eco - Dre Gaines is not... we'll just say on my level. That's why I called him "boy". It has nothing to do with his race. Stank - You're not black, Juni. You don't get to call him "boy". Just leave it at THAT! Eco - FINE! What else you got? Stank - Well let's see... oh... there is the small matter of you handcuffing my brother to a ring post and beating him with a leather belt, while going on about how you fucking owned him. Eco - That's nothing less than what my father used to do to me. Stank - Eco - Stank - I'm sorry, what? Eco - When I was young and got into trouble my father would beat me with a belt and say "I own you Junichiro. Don't you ever forget it." *A tear rolls down Ecosystem's cheek. Stank looks on, suspicious.*Eco - Listen I'm- ... I'm sorry if I... overstepped with Jared, but that's what I was taught growing up. When you misbehave, you get beaten and reminded of who really owns you. Stank - Eco - Stank - Eco - Stank - You buying any of this bullshit? *A voice replies from behind Ecosystem.*Ghost - Not a word. *Ecosystem flinches then jerks his head around over his shoulder to see Ghosthead standing in a dark corner holding a leather strap. Ecosystem slowly turns back toward Stank and sinks his head to the table.*Eco - I hate Negroes.Stank - What's that? Eco - You N... nnnn... NASTY! NASTY! MAN! Stank - I'm nasty? You're the one who just threw his father under the bus, with that bullshit story! Eco - So my father didn't beat me! So?? Do I actually need a compelling reason for beating a black man with a belt and telling him I own him without it being mistaken as a racist act? Stank - Eco - I hear myself say that out loud and I get it. Do your worst. Stank - Oh no.. I'm not doing Jack shit. *Points at Ghosthead* That one, however- Eco - Wait! THAT'S RACIST! Stank - Huh? Eco - In the 2008 Presidential debates John McCain referred to Barack Obama as "That one" and caught Hell for being racist! Stank - Are you comparing me to fucking John McCain, motherfucker? Eco - It's not like I called you "boy"! You're on equal footing with John McCain! What? Stank - Eco - He's white and you're black! I would think you find the comparison complimentary! Stank - Accept for the FACT that your fucking comparison is a misguided attempt to paint me as fucking racist! Eco - Oh... yeah... well... right. Stank - Right! Eco - Stank - Well it's been... something... chatting with you. Eco - Wait. You're not leaving me alone... with... THAT one? Stank - *Stank rises to his feet, picks up the folder, the bottle of Rakija, the glass, and casually walks out of the room shutting the door behind him.*Eco - *sigh* So how does this work? You flay me alive with that strap, maybe a little black mist to the face, what? *Ghosthead remains silent as he stands behind Ecosystem. A large cockroach crawls its way up the table leg and onto the top eliciting a scowl from Eco. The roach crawls slowly toward Ecosystem in silence before suddenly being splatted on the tabletop with a loud CRACK! Ecosystem flinches wildly but remains cuffed to the table unable to get away. He winces in anticipation of the strap's use on him, instead he feels the handcuffs being released from his wrists as Ghosthead pulls them off and tucks the key away. Ecosystem looks up at Ghosthead from his seat in confusion, as he rubs his wrists*Ghost - You will not... see it coming. *Ecosystem backs his seat away and slowly rises to his feet without taking his eyes off of The Death Knell.*Eco - You know... I was sure you would come after me because I referred to you as no better than a 1930's Hungarian actor who played Count Dracula... you know *nervouslaugh*"I vant to sock your blod"*nervouslaugh* Ghost - A line which Lugosi never uttered. Eco - Really? Oh... regardless I... I suppose racism is somehow on the table here which I still don't get. *Ecosystem turns to walk out of the room, but stops short and raises his finger in the air with an epiphany.*Eco - Oh I get it! SLAVERY! *nervouslaugh* You thought when I said I "owned" you, I meant- *Ghosthead loudly SNAPS the leather strap in his hands.*Eco - Right. I'm leaving... uh... you think a country full of stable boys would know anything about taxis, or how to get me one? It's a long walk back to the hotel and I just as soon not have to wade amongst the riff raff. Ghost - Eco - No? Ghost - Begone. Eco - Right. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:29:27 GMT -5
*The Murphys are in the back room of the Destroyitarium* Dee: I knew it was all bull. Here comes the new boss, same as the old boss. DK: Damn right, Dee. The WWE is just replaced by Royalty. Dee: Since the deck is stacked against us... *DK pours shots of Jamesons which they drink, and then look at each other with Empty Team expressions* DK: You know we are teaming with Mai? Dee: She can join the club or get out of the way. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:29:50 GMT -5
*Mai walks in and pours herself a shot of whiskey, downing it in three seconds flat* Mai: I'm not much for games this week. We've had our problems. Come Wednesday we're whipping ass. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:30:23 GMT -5
SFJ – Tommy, in a few hours you have a match with your former team mate… TW - Former? You know something I don't? SFJ – Well, you're not tagging anymore. TW – We're not tagging RIGHT NOW. Don't mean Crash and Burn has broken up, or that we won't take a run at the Tag Title again. "Randa's a bud, always will be. SFJ – And you wrestle her tonight to advance in the tournament? TW – Yup! So? The only thing that means is that we're gonna have the match of the night! You watch – we're gonna bigger than anyone else. I might ollie off the ceiling! SFJ (Getting visibly frustrated that she isn't getting a rise out of Wilder) - OK, can I ask your opinion on some things? TW – Sure, fire away! SFJ - Situation between you and the Saints. TW – Well, other than the usual with Moosie and me, right now? Not much of a situation. SFJ – Well, how about The Murphys? What do you think about them? TW – Need to stock more Mt. Dew and Monster? SFJ – Firewoman? TW – Really don't sweat it anymore. 'Round here, people go back and forth like a skate newb trapped on a half-pipe. Fact of the matter is, I don't get involved in anyone's personal life. She's happy with Alex? Cool. And he'll have someone to console him after I get him in the ring. SFJ – Is there anything else you WANT to talk about? TW – Well… glad Zax isn't also Hunter S Thompson fan. That would be too weird. I've seen Dre and Stank together – they are NOT the same person. Unless one is really an android, to throw us off the trail of the other one's secret identity…. Chloe is mayor – property values 'round here dropped FAST. Oh, and Alex? Tick…tick…tick… that sound? Ain't just a clock. It's inevitability dude. You might as well try to stop the Banzai Pipeline from the inside dude. End the end, you won't have time, and gravity will make the wave hammer you. Time and Gravity, man - Right now – both are on my side. Let's Get. Wild. (Wilder throws up the shaka sign, then puts the guns to his head…) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:36:33 GMT -5
Firewoman, Alexander, and Alexis are TRAINING~! in the ring, against some jobbers. They seem to be working pretty well together, only a couple of missed cues, which are quickly addressed and corrected. After some time, they take a break. Aquafinas all around.
LD: Not bad. Kinda like old times. FW: Yeah. LD: You know, I wasn't sure you wanted to be here, really... AD: What? Of course she does. This little practice session here just proves it. Fire, I think if you time that leap just a little bit more in tune with what Lexie is doing, we have the perfect double team move. FW: Yeah, okay. AD: What's wrong? FW: It's nothing...I need to go though. AD: Why? LD: Alex.... Lexie makes a cross on her forehead.AD: Oh, right....see you later, don't forget we have a photo shoot. FW: Did I agree to do that with ashes on my forehead? AD: Well...I agreed to it for you. I forgot about that...I can call them and-- FW: No, no...I'll be there. AD: What about our match? FW: Um, we will hit them so hard we will hit them very hard? I dunno, Alex, it's been a shitty day and a half with weather and issues, and my boss being weird and... Kayfabe comes out and scowls. Fire leaves and heads to another room, where Father Lou has joined the OOWF travel team.
FL: Fire. FW: * Sitting and crossing* Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been-- FL: D'we need t'do dis EVERY year? It's been FOREVER since yer last confession, because you've ne'er done a real one where you're actually sorry for anyt'ing. FW: Not true....There was one-- FL: Bein' sorry about an accident dat was nae yer fault more than twenty years ago doesn't count. And since you're not sorry now, let's just skip all dat. I'll give ye your ashes, we'll share some whiskey, and talk a little treason. He leans over and puts ash on Fire's forehead, and then produces a bottle and two glasses. He pours. Fire doesn't take one.FL: What is it, child. Is it yer brother? He'll be done bein' mad at ye soon enough. FW: No, no... FL: Well, it's not himself....you and yer spouse seem t'be doin' fine. FW: No, not him... He sees Fire is somewhat serious and puts his glass down.FL: What is it, child? FW: Father...since I've been back...all this....I tried to do things right, and.... FL: Ah...shush shush shush....you've done all dat before, and never did ye take anyone else's t'oughts to heart. Ye follow yer own path, that ye do, and-- FW: No, but...Now, I am. FL: Ohhhhhhhh.... He leans back, gets a pipe out of his pocket, and makes a ritual of getting it lit. Finally, after several puffs.
FL: So ye care what others t'ink now, do ya? FW: Father, I'm broken. FL: Is dat how ye see it? Fire nods.FL: Well....I t'ink dis is beyond myself. Maybe talk to dat shrink of yours. But from where I'm sittin', Eilis Maire O'Cuinn, I t'ink yer doin' just fine. He gets up and clasps his hand on her shoulder as he walks away. Fire sighs for a bit and then downs her whiskey and we FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 5, 2018 11:37:04 GMT -5
(Power is alone with an SFJ) SFJ: We haven't heard much from you this week. Power: Well, that's because we've been in seclusion trying to figure out how to handle our opponents this week. SFJ: Strategy session with Banned from Everywhere? Power: Yep, we've been intensely training looking for... (Around the corner comes Banned from Everywhere. Ellie May's eyes light up when she sees Power.)Ellie: Power, honey, the boys have been looking for you all week. Power: Not now, Ellie. ABFD: Shoot, Edrification, we been looking for you and that fella...is that Paul Roma...sos we can do some training this week. Justin: Edra, can I... (Power sighs and reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a five dollar bill) Justin: Wow, thanks! Now I can buy a souvenir Mayor's Medallion. Power: Souvenir... Justin: They're selling them at the Saints of Sinners booth. They might help ward off Shark Draculas. ABFD: Shark Draculas? They is here? Justin: They is? ABFD: They is? Justin: We've got to go. See you later, Edra. (Edra facepalms as BFE rides away) Power: They'll never make it. SFJ: Banned from there? Power: Yep, Banned from Everywhere. (Justin rides back and holds out his hand. Power hands him another five dollars.) SFJ: So you haven't been... Power: Shane and I have been working on strategies I can use against Moose on Sunday. Tonight is marginally irrelevant. But Sunday, well, everything is on the line. Shane, me, Strength in Silence. If I don't beat Moose, then I have to take on both my sister and Moose. And I don't relish my chances there. If I win and we both get Moose, then I guarantee there will be new Tag Team Champions. SFJ: Good luck, Power. Power: Oh, one more thing. Firewoman, you wonder why I am still upset with you? It's plain and simple. Hell in a Cell against my sister. It never should have gone down the way it did. You had the motive, you had the opportunity, but you just couldn't do it. You failed. SFJ: Why, she won the match. Power: She should have done what needed to be done. Now I have to do it. SFJ: Huh? Do what? Power: (staring at the camera, a blank look on her face) She couldn't bring herself to finish my sister. Now it's my job. Chloe, I will end you. And you can bet on that. |
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