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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:50:19 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#670) Live! From Dogana, San Marino March 4, 2015 No Disqualification Falls Count AnywhereSaints of Sinners vs. Banned From Everywhere & Dre Gaines Alexis Darling & Christian Carter vs. Murphy's Law Royalty vs. Chad Madison, Tommy Wilder & Mai Muyo Ecosystem & Tytan vs. Ghosthead & Matt Folz LD Williams & Miranda Williams vs. Demon Smoke & Road Banger Thrash card subject to.......wait, I had something for this........dammit ***REMINDER*** If you haven't updated your character in the archives yet, go HERE and do it. The OOWF Roster thread will be unstickied March 31 |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:51:28 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison is Backstage, leaving for San Marino, when a RNSFJ catches up with him. Chad grabs the mic, drops his bags and looks at the camera~~~ I know there is only one thing everyone wants to know right now.... Why the Zax gimmick? Why not just come back as yourself? Easy. I came back to prove I am one of the best wrestlers in the world. I came back to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Period. Surely, I could have went to the Board of Directors, and said "My name is Chad Madison, I am a 19-time Champion in this company and I have Never had a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship," and on the spot, a contract would be put in front of me to sign. Suppose I did that. What would the reaction be from everyone? My friends and allies would shrug and say I deserve a shot, but might they deserve one first? I mean,they've been here for however long and I just got back. And What about Alex? His reply would be easy to predict. "You haven't been around here in months, and suddenly you show up demanding a match with me? You don't deserve a shot at my championship. You're nothing but a tag team wrestler." And you know what? He'd be right. Up until now, I Have been basically a tag team wrestler. I have a couple of short Onslaught Championships during times when Zane was away, but other than that? 10 Tag Team Championships. 7 Trios Championships. That's who I am. I am Bobby Eaton. I am Arn Anderson. You think Bobby Eaton, you think Arn Anderson, you think tag teams, be it Condrey, Roma, Lane, Blanchard, Ole Anderson, Zbyszko or Regal. Sure, they were both TV Champion for a few minutes, but to everyone who hears their name, they are tag team wrestlers. Period. You know who else made their names as tag team wrestlers? Shawn Michaels. Booker T. Sting. Bret Hart. Edge. Scott Steiner. Jeff Hardy. Christian. Dusty Rhodes. I could even include Steve Austin. Bobby Roode. Rick Martel. Mark Calloway. Sid Vicious. All made their mark as tag team wrestlers. All went on to become World Champions many times over. Am I destined to be on that list? Or am I Davey Boy Smith? Rick Steiner? Tully Blanchard? Matt Hardy? All made their names as a tag team wrestlers, some even Main-Evented Pay Per Views, but they all never quite got over the hump to become a World Champion. There was only one way to find out. Earn a shot the old fashioned way. Win the Invitational And That is why I did this. I wanted to earn this shot on my own. Not use my name, my prior accomplishments, my fame, or any favoritism. I wanted to earn a shot by just my skill in that ring alone. And I did just that. So let me be Crystal Clear. I am coming for that World Heavyweight Championship, Alexander. I don't care about a Grand Slam or another Onslaught reign. I am all about winning the World Heavyweight Championship. And if he loses it before I get my hands on it, I will chase whomever has it until I Prove I belong on that list. You don't have to worry about Messing With The Bull. The Bull is coming for you no matter what. ~~~ He drops the mic and walks away ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:51:58 GMT -5
Demon Smoke is with RBT backstage. DS- Tell me Thrash. What is it you want from wrestling? Are you in it for the gold? For the fame? For the money? For the women? Or are you... *he laughs to himself before adopting a serious tone once again* Are you in it for the thrill? Does the thought of harming another give you that rush...? The rush that you thought you could only get from heroin, or cocaine, you get from a simple clothesline? The rush that you get when adrenaline pumps through your veins relentlessly, you get from a big forearm? Executing every move with perfect precision. Calculating the correct time for the correct move. Knowing when to do things and when not to do things. Can you do it? Do you feel it? That's that voice inside of your head. Give into it. Our brains need to be in sync if we want to dream of winning another match... Let your instincts take over and... *The Williams' try to sneak up on DS* WATCH! *Demon Smoke hits THE CRIT! On both of the Williams' simultaneously* Follow. *Thrash and Demon Smoke leave as the Williams' are laying on the ground* fade |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:52:23 GMT -5
(Tytan is standing in front of the OOWF banner. His bokken is at his side. ) Tytan: So it seems the OOWF wants to see what is going to happen when Eco and I start to team again. It's simple we will win. Ghosthead, Casper, whatever you want to call yourself. It's simple I don't like you. You are not honorable, you do not fight by the warrior code so I need to destroy you. But now it comes to you Matt Folz. Mattie. You will have to be the first on my list. You were one of them. I offered you help as a warrior to take out what is evil....and you IGNORED ME! Maybe I should start calling you Foltz again...you always paid attention then. (Batista laughs) No, I have a better idea. A much better idea. (He pulls the bokken out from his side.) You thought the shovel was bad. That I did damage when I carried that. Wait to you see what I can do with this. You do not know the warrior code. Therefore you need to be taught justice, and justice will be dealt in pain and suffering. And blood. I will not be ignored. I will not be forgotten. Everyone in the OOWF will soon remember the name TYTAN! (The camera then cuts off of Tytan as Ecosystem enters.) Eco: That was good. I like the edginess that you are showing again. Tytan: It feels very freeing. Eco: Now about the match last night. Tytan: I told you it was a waist of time. She is not worth "saving". She made he bed and now has to lie in it. Ecosystem: She doesn't belong with Royalty. Tytan: Don't you think I know that. Where do you think she belongs then? Ecosystem: With us, as the Trinity. Tytan: And we see how well that went last night. She couldn't hold her end of the team and we loss. Ecosystem: So, it might take a little longer then we thought. Tytan: Then you thought. I knew that already. Ecosystem: But you and her still haven't been beaten as a team. Think of what we could do if the three of us were all on the same page. Tytan: Why? Ecosystem: Don't you want to rule this place. Tytan: You know what my agenda is. Ecosystem: To prove to the OOWF that you are someone that shouldn't be forgotten, and that will happen. But you did say we are working as partners. I am going to help you with your agenda and you help me with mine. Tytan: (shakes his head.) I may not like it, but fine. (The two shake hands.) Ecosystem: Now let's go get some dinner. We got some planning to do. (The two walk off) FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:53:03 GMT -5
**L.D. and Miranda Williams are at Ric’s** M: “We got taken out - together - by a rookie.” LDW: “We did.” M: “Why were we sneaking up on them in the first place?” LDW: “Artistic license.” M: “HI Kay - he means he was trying to teach me his evil ways.” LDW: “Yeah, that.” **Kayfabe goes back to nursing her drink and missing Stan** M: “So, what’s our plan?” LDW: “Well-” M: “Before you answer that, if you use the words ‘sweetheart’, ‘little one’ or ‘padawan’, I’m going to disown you.” LDW: “...nope, the Chad - Zax thing isn’t getting to you at all.” M: “Shut it.” LDW: “How about we hit them so hard we hit them really hard?” M: “Make it really really hard.” <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:53:42 GMT -5
(The Saints are getting settled in at their suite in San Marino when Chloe comes walking in carrying a bag and a briefcase.)Chloe: Time to go, Jack. The airplane will be at the airport in 30 minutes. Moose: That doesn't leave me any drinking time. (Chloe opens the briefcase which contains two glasses and bottles of Jameson, Evan Williams, and Jack Daniels Honey.)Moose: That covers us for all occasions. Good planning, Chloe. Chloe: (Blushing) Thank you, Jack. Stank: Where are you two going? Moose: Business. Chloe: Something we have to do. LD: We don't want to know, do we? Moose: Probably not. (Chloe whirls around as if she heard something)Chloe: Did anyone... Moose: What is this? Chloe: Sorry, Jack. I just keep... LD: Have you had much sleep? Chloe: (Dejected) Not really. I keep having this dream... Moose: We have to go, Chloe. The plane... Chloe: Yes, we'll talk later. (Chloe leaves the room, while Moose lingers)LD: It's bothering her, isn't it? Moose: Worse than I thought. LD: Why did you two do that? Moose: All we wanted to do was end her career. We didn't think it would go like this. Stank: So you didn't know about her heart. Moose: Fuck, if she had a heart condition, she shouldn't have been here. That's on the board, on medical, not on us. If she shouldn't have been in the ring... Stank: Gotdammit, Moose, this shit is... Moose: We'll talk later. We have to go. (Moose takes off after Chloe)Stank: Fuck, Billy Dee, what have they gotten in to? LD: I think we'll find out eventually. (Fade to the airport. An airplane is waiting with a woman in a hijab covering her face. Moose and Chloe approach the plane and the scarf comes down from around her face revealing her as...Sunny, who has obviously been crying. Chloe hugs Sunny, and Sunny shakes Moose's hand. They board the plane and take off as the scene fades.) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:54:20 GMT -5
~~~ Dre Gaines is inside the Destryoitarium, sitting at a table with DK, talking shop ~~~ Dre: .... all i knows is you guys got screwed this past week DK: Unfortuantely, that';s a regular occurrence around here Dre: Well it's some bullshit if yas axs me. ~~~ Daniella joins them, bringing a fresh round of drinks. Dre grabs the 40 and chugs half of it in seconds. ~~~ Daniella: Not bad there. Dre: gotta take it easy, I gots a title to chase. Daniella: Didn't you just win that Onslaught belt? What title you going after now? Dre: Whoever has the high score on tha Pop-a-shot in the back. it's time for me to show you what a straight up 'Balla looks like. Daniella: I don't know (Smiling at her brother) that high score will be pretty tough to beat. Dre: Sheeeeet, I gots this. You wanna go? Daniella: I've been known to play a bit. DK: I'm not going to miss this ~~~ The three of them head to the back and we fade... ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:54:51 GMT -5
*Ghosthead sits in the lotus position on the floor of his locker room.*Ghost - The ravings of a child. *Ghost smoothly rises to his feet*Ghost - That is how you sound to me, Tytan. You stand before a camera wielding a bokken... clumsily like a baseball bat... you.. say that I... the Ghosthead Killer... do not fight by the "warrior code" due to my perceived lack of honor. I must confess I do not know of this "warrior code" you speak of. Perhaps you mean to say I do not follow Bushido which translates to the Way of the Warrior which describes the life of a samurai. If so... I would agree with you... I am no samurai. I have studied Bushido, but who I am does not subscribe to its principals... and from what I have seen of you, Tytan, especially in recent encounters... I could say the same. You know nothing of Bushido. Assuming I have extrapolated the meaning behind this "warrior code" you vomit from your lips, your address to me proves quite hypocritical. I have a bokken myself given to me after completing my training in Aikido. In the past, I displayed it once in my address to Stan Fulton before one of our many battles for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship... or was it a tag team match against the Saints of Sinners, the timing escapes me and is beside the point. The bokken is largely a defensive weapon used for practice, but can be quite dangerous in the hands of a master which you are not, Tytan. You know what else you are not...? a god, nor a Titan. Do not presume to question my honor, or what code I fight by. I would rather you stick with your dislike and your desire to destroy me rather than inject false reasoning for both. You do not like me, so be it. You wish to destroy me? Then try it. Try like others have failed before you. Join the fallen. Your poor timing in interfering with my dealings with Ecosystem have already cost you your Onslaught Championship. Should you choose to continue down this path it will eventually cost you your career. For I am the Ghosthead Killer and you too will know... just like everyone else... The Death Knell tolls for thee. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 14:59:37 GMT -5
OOC: I wish I would have thought of this sooner... Lucky is pacing at the airport, waiting for Firewoman to make it to the OOWF plane. Alexander peaks out the window down the stairs to Lucky on the tarmack.AD: Well? L: Not yet...wait...here she comes. Firewoman comes around the corner, escorted by two of the Vatican guards.L: What did you do? FW: Nothing! VG1: Not for trying...Your colleague made a pass....at the POPE!! AD: What? L: LISA! MARIE! QUINN! DARLING! There's a big gasp as not only did Lucky use her real first name, but all her other ones too. Fire gives him an odd look for a minute.FW: That's your one. And NO, I did not make a pass at the Pope. VG2: You told him he was cute. FW: HE IS! He's a cute old guy. VG1: Then she asked him to hear her confession. FW: So? Isn't that his job? VG2: And then got into the same booth of the confessional. FW: I...I thought it was like England, where everything's on the other side. VG1: We should put her under arrest, but Soane Patita Paini Cardinal Mafi is apparently a fan. L: Is he now. AD: Can we go? The guards leave, after exchanging some words in Italian with Lucky. Fire bounces up the stairs and into the plane, Lucky following behind. She gets into the seat next to Alexander as they begin to put seatbelts on and stow things under the seat behind them. Lucky gives her her anti-flight-anxiety meds and she takes them, then closes her eyes waiting fro them to take effect.AD: Really, Fire? The pope? FW: I DIDN'T! For crying out loud, it's the POPE! I do have SOME boundaries. AD: Uh huh. Long moment of silence. Alexander looks over to see Firewoman grinning.AD: And? FW: Cardinal Mafi, on the other hand.... Alexander rolls his eyes and laughs, as we prepare for take off. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:00:37 GMT -5
*Fortress of Guaita* The OOWF contingent has landed and gone their separate ways for the time being which leaves a lot of the cameramen scrambling to follow along. One of the unlucky newbie cameramen has drawn the short stick of following Alexander Darling as he ascends to the top of one of the peaks of Monte Titano and arrives at the Fortress of Guaita. As Alex arrives he greases a few palms and makes his way to the top of the Fortress where he walks to the edge and takes a seat overlooking the beautiful landscape of San Marino. Alex reaches into the bag he was carrying with him, grabs a bottle of water and takes a few gulps before reaching back into the bag and pulling out the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship and laying it across his lap. Alex: I knew that when plans were put into motion that I would become a target for everyone who believed I had overstepped my place once again. Because that's the thing about wrestling and myself. People have always assumed they knew where my place was and that I needed to accept that. But I'm not one to just accept things. First of all, I'm a Darling and for better or worse, that means one is raised with a certain sense of self actualization. I may not have always been the most understanding of my family, but I can not deny the lessons they taught me. And as my career has risen to the heights that I have risen here today, those lessons have formed the man I have become. The Brat Prince. The King of the World. One of the members of Royalty. And all of those things have made me public enemy numero uno in this company.
Matt Folz. Miranda Williams. Tommy Wilder. LD Williams. And now the returning Chad Madison. They all want what I possess. But none of em seem to realize that I don't accept that they think they can beat me. I have time after time after time proven that I am incapable of being defeated when I want something truly bad enough. And I WANT this OOWF World Championship. No, I NEED it. Because here's the thing none of those guys get, I have always needed to prove that I am the best. I wasn't the best athlete in my family. I wasn't the smartest. And I wasn't even the best looking. What I was and am, is the one who will fight to their dying breath to keep and protect that which they hold most dear. And NOTHING is more important to me than this belt right now. Because this belt is what everyone wants. And when everyone wants something, well, I'm just a contrarian type and I don't want to give it to them.
So, Matt Folz can try and fracture Royalty but he'll fail because it's not about one above another, it's about the brand. It's about this being our world now and the rest of you just accepting that. And Matty, you can continue to call me out and here's the thing, I'll wrestle you anytime, anywhere but I have shown so many fucking times that you just aren't good enough to beat me. Hell boy, I did it in your damn home town. I beat you. And it's not because you aren't good. It's just because you aren't as good as me. But don't let that get you down. There are very few people who are as good as me and those who are, well, they're Royalty.
That will bring me to you Mr. Wilder. I know you think I've been ignoring you, but that's not the case at all. I want you to understand something quite clearly. What you did to Moose when he was World Champion...that brought a damn tear to my eye because I was laughing so hard. Seeing someone fluster him like that, man..it was god damn beautiful. I didn't think anyone could get to him like I had, but you found a way and it was brilliant. Here's what you should understand though, I'm not Jack. I am not going to play your little games and get flustered or thrown off my game by you. You want me, you know where to find me...but oh wait, you had the chance to come and get me and what happened, you lost in the invitational. So, I say to you the same thing I said to Folz...I will wrestle you anytime, anywhere but you do not deserve a chance at this championship. You had an opportunity to earn a shot and you failed. And not only did you fail, but you failed to Miranda Williams? Really man? Not even the good Williams, but Miranda? Really?
That's right Miranda...I don't even think about you enough to even have to acknowledge you. But I will acknowledge the old man that is your father. For the time I've been in this company, we've danced around each other, but we've never gone toe to toe. And I don't want to get into the whys or the hows behind that and while I am the champion, there's still that nagging doubt in the back of people's minds. In the back of my mind. Who really is the best wrestler to ever grace an OOWF wrestling ring. And I think we both know what the answer is to that question and maybe that's what held you back. But here is the gauntlet. Here is the challenge. Step into my kingdom LD and let's show the world what it looks like when Royalty rises above a Saint. I am Alexander Darling, I am the Brat Prince, I am the OOWF World Champion and YOU will not be the one to end my reign.
And I should be done now, but no...fucking Cowboy Chad Madison has to ride back on his white horse and act like he's going to save this company from the scourge that he believes Royalty is. Or he wants to prove something to himself about not just being Zane's partner or Davin's lackey. See, here's the thing Chad...I know you. I know the person you are from our days in Run DEA and you are nothing but a hypocrite. You claim to be this good guy and yet you run through the women in this company like they're your toys and it's all fun and cute, right. You're just having a good old time because you're a good ole boy from gosh darn Texas. I've seen you manipulate people to get your way. I've been on the receiving end of your nature Chad. You forget it was me that you and Zane and Davin left lying in a pool of blood to put the final nail in the coffin of Run DEA. It was you who led to one of the darkest periods in my career as I became a little bitch. Well, I'm not anyone's bitch now but you will soon be. You're a jester Chad. You're a second fiddle. You're not a main event player. You, well, the truth is you aren't Alexander Darling, and well I am. Measure that bitch.*Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:01:41 GMT -5
(The scene is the Great Room at the American Sunrise complex on the mountain. Mary Lou is sitting in an alcove off the Great Room where locals have been coming to pay their respects to Power. Finally the stream of mourners has stopped for the time being and Mary Lou is just trying to recover when Clancey comes into the alcove.)Clancey: Missus, you better come out here. They're here. Mary Lou: Who? Clancey: The divvils themselves. Mary Lou: What? Who? (Mary Lou enters the great room to see Chloe gazing into the Crystal Urn almost hypnotically, Sunny sitting in a chair near the Urn crying, and Moose standing next to them, apparently having procured a bottle of very old Macallan Scotch from the rarely used wet bar and is drinking from the bottle.)Mary Lou: What the FUCK are you three doing here? (Sunny runs to Mary Lou and throws her arms around her, sobbing hysterically. At first, Mary Lou is stunned, then regains her composure.)Mary Lou: What the FUCK? Sunny: Forgive me, I grieve for your loss...for our loss.... Mary Lou: You grieve? You...they...caused this! Sunny: But I didn't know she was...damaged. Mary Lou: Well, Shane didn't want it blabbed around that they saw a specialist in North Carolina, that Power's heart was becoming damaged just like her mother's. Chloe: (Tapping on the Urn) I feel her, Jack. She's...she's in there. Mary Lou: (Slapping Chloe's hand away from the Urn) Don't touch that. (Chloe turns toward Mary Lou but Sunny intercedes.)Sunny: Stop it! We need to respect Mary Lou. She has suffered greatly. Mary Lou: I have suffered because of you and these two. (Chloe snarls) Yes, you! Sunny: I don't want you to suffer, Mary Lou. Here. (Sunny hands Mary Lou a big pile of documents)Sunny: I renounce every claim to anything of Edra. I revoke all contracts I made with you. I give you everything back I have taken. Mary Lou: Everything...except my stepdaughter. Sunny: (Crying) I would give that back if I could. Mary Lou: But you can't. And it's because of these two. Chloe: We didn't want this, Mary Lou. Moose: Once a Saint, always a Saint. Mary Lou: What's that mean? Moose: We wanted her with us. We wanted her back with the Saints. But she kept opposing us. When she wouldn't join us, we wanted her gone. Out of wrestling forever. Mary Lou: So you killed her. Chloe: We didn't mean to! We wanted her gone, not dead! Mary Lou: But Power is dead. And you gave Moose the weapon. And you, you killed my husband... Moose: Wyatt killed Wyatt. He didn't take care of himself. He should have... Mary Lou: When Drink and Destroy attacked, it was because of you. And now Power is dead. Because of you! Moose: She shouldn't have been in that ring! Mary Lou: (Standing up to Moose as much as she can given the 9 inch height and 120 pound weight advantage of Moose) You did it, Moose. (Mary Lou begins pounding on Moose's chest) YOU! KILLED! POWER! YOU! DID! IT! (Chloe pulls Mary Lou back and begins to swing at her but Moose grabs her hand. He smirks.)Moose: She should never have been in that ring. Power killed Power. Mary Lou: GET OUT! GET OUT AND DON'T EVER COME BACK! Moose: We'll leave. But coming back? Well, you don't have much to say about that, now do you. After all, your stepdaughter here still owns a piece of this place. (Sunny goes to hug Mary Lou but she pushes her back. Chloe snarls at Mary Lou who spits in her face. Moose grabs Chloe's arm to pull her back. As they turn to leave Moose spies Clancey, looking at Moose with the evil eye. Moose holds out his hand.)Moose: Clancey, me boy, I know we've had our differences, but you've done a great job here, keeping everyone safe. Well done! (Clancey makes the mistake of shaking Moose's hand. Moose pulls him in and headbutts him. The old man falls.)Moose: Asshole. (Turns to Mary Lou) You'll see us again, trust me. Sunny: Goodbye Mary Lou. Peace be with you. Mary Lou: Not until all of you are dead! Chloe: See ya around, Mommie Dearest. Kiss the little ones for me. (Moose and Chloe laugh on their way out. Sunny sorrowfully waves to Mary Lou, who kneels beside Clancey as the scene fades.) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:02:32 GMT -5
(Tommy Wilder walk up to Chad, who is in the training room getting ready to do some deadlifts…) TW – Chad! My Brother from a Texas Mother! Dude, that was epic! CM – Hey Tommy! Yeah, figured I had to come up with SOMETHING to throw folks off. TW – But, seriously? The ZAX? CM – Hey, it worked! TW – OK, gotta ask – who wrote all that Suess stuff? CM – I made it all up on the spot! (Wilder stares at Chad) CM – Really, man! (Wilder stares at Chad) CM – OK, I wrote it beforehand. Not easy coming up with some of those rhymes. (Wilder raises his eyebrows) CM – OK, OK! Bridgette wrote them. I just had to memorize it. TW – Huh. Would've thought it was Zane… (Grins) Just bustin' chops, my man. Good to have you back! CM – I see you’ve been busy. Tag Team Champion again, now gunnin' for the top prize? TM – Yeah – when 'Randa and I won those on our first night as a team, we figured we had to run with it. Helped each other, really. I helped her get her chi right on the high-risk stuff, she helped me get my ground game technical. I figure Crash and Burn will take another run sometime – we're too good a team not to. CM – Yeah… how is Miranda? TW – Really good – dynamite rotation on the moonsault, plancha and tope are real good, we're working on the corkscrew… Aannnd you're not talking about ring stuff… CM – Nope… I was wondering if I should go talk to her… But, you know. TW – Like you're doing that hungry hungry hound dog thing on TV? CM – You saw that? TW – Dude. (points) Ninja Cams. Not just for the OOWF anymore. CM – So… you do me a favor, Tommy? TW – You want me to talk to her for you. CM – Yeah. TW - OK, I admit. I'm the guy who ran a rail grind on a rollercoaster track. I did a free run on the Kremlin – those guards aren't real fast on those boots, by the way… I jumped the Great Wall on a skateboard, and poked Moosehead Jack and Chloe just for kicks… CM – Yeah, you're pretty crazy. TW – Crazy, yeah – I'll own that. DO I LOOK STUPID??? Fade. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:07:49 GMT -5
~~~ Chad fist bumps Tommy and turns to go... buuuuut runs in to a RNSFJ with a microphone. ~~~ RNSFJ: Recently, Alex... Chad: (Cuts her off) Oh I heard what the little prince had to say. Poor Alex,nothing original to say, so he thought he'd take a page out of Moosehead Jack's book & drag up the past. Yes, I was part of Run DEA. Yes, while there I was a part of things I wasn't too proud of. Yes, We came back as Cowboy Up and Davin turned on you to close the book on Run DEA. Yes, all that happened. Am I particularly proud of what I did? Nope. But I won't deny it. I won't hide from it. I never have. What I have done is to try and become a better person than what I was then. And I believe I have succeeded. You talk about knowing the terrible things I have done. What should that tell you? That I am someone you, of all people, should know not to mess with. All I can do is point to what I have been a part of since. I have done things the right way, and have found much more success because of it. Yes, I was a bit of a ladies man for a while. I had a lot of fun & never made or broke any promises to any of them. And as you & the whole world saw with Miranda, I admit when I am wrong. Can you say the same? So Alex, keep dredging up the past. I am choosing to live in the here and now. Here and now, I am the single biggest threat to that World Championship you face. You can call me a jester, a lackey, a wannabe, whatever lets you sleep at night. It doesn't bother me in the least. This isn't my first rodeo around here. I know how the game is played. But go ahead, keep looking back Alexander. What will happen is you will not see The Bull charging right at you ~~~ Chad flashes the 'Horns' sign, kisses the RNSFJ on the cheek, and walks away. ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:11:19 GMT -5
Moose is apparently back from paying his disrespects. Fire walks in and grabs two coffees and sits down. Moose looks at her in surprise.MHJ: We doing this again? FW: Sure, why not. MHJ: ....okay. They sit there in silence for a bit.MHJ: Gee, this is fun-- FW: Leonard Nimoy died. MHJ: ....oh. More silence. Moose grows annoyed.MHJ: Just say it. FW: What? MHJ: "How could you do it, Moose." Everyone else has asked. FW: Pfft, you really think I don't get you? MHJ: ....okay, true. Moose pulls a flask out and pours some booze into each of their cups. He raises his, and Fire reluctantly raises hers.MHJ: To Power. May she rest in peace. FW: The misty place. MHJ: ....right. They drink.FW: May Clio as well. MHJ: * angrily* What? What are you saying? FW: Huh? Oh geez, no, not-- MHJ: Can it, Fire, I know you could care less whether she lives or dies. FW: What I MEAN is...killing a sibling...it's...it's rough. It's not something easy to get over.... MHJ: * quietly* I know. FW: I mean, Dr. Freedman thinks, and he's probably right, that lots of my issues come from...wait, what do you mean? MHJ: Even worse when it's a twin. FW: Moose, you didn't-- MHJ: Fire....look you may have jumped off the porch, but I put Patrick on my shoulders. Fire looks at him oddly.MHJ: I was so mad at him, too. He just wouldn't shut up. And you.... Fire looks down, guiltily.MHJ: So yeah, I put him on my shoulders just so he would shut up about it. What's wrong with you? FW: I just...I always thought you blamed me. MHJ: Huh? NO....Jesus, Fire, you were four. He was always talking you into stuff to get you into trouble. He used to laugh so hard...he knew you'd do whatever he wanted because you looked up to him. FW: I looked up to you both...and then he was gone, and everyone blamed me.... MHJ: Fire...I never blamed you. Yeah, you jumped, but I put him up there. FW: .....Really? MHJ: Jeezus, have you been thinking that for two decades? Fire nods somewhat imperceptibly. Moose looks like he's suddenly realized something.MHJ: You know...when you think about it, you didn't kill Patrick, and I didn't kill Patrick. Patrick killed Patrick. His words hang in the air a minute as they just look at each other for a minute.FW: Whoa. MHJ: Yeah. FW: I think ... he's gone. MHJ: Right. So... FW: Yeah.... Another long pause. Fire looks ... lighter somehow, less broody.MHJ: You know, Eco's right. I hate to say that. FW: About? MHJ: You know what. When you're ready...there's a place for you with the Saints. Always has been, always will be. FW: Moose.... MHJ: What? FW: Just.......nothing. Never mind. Thank you. MHJ: For what? Firewoman just smiles at him and then leaves. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:13:13 GMT -5
*Dre Gaines and Daniella Murphy are competing on the Pop A Shot in the Destroyitarium, each usually hitting nothing but net* DG: You are wonderful. Dee: Thank you; I've worked hard to become so. DG: I admit it, you are better than I am. Dee: Then why are you smiling? DG: Because I know something you don't know. Dee: And what is that? DG: I...am not left-handed. *switches to shooting righty* Dee: You are amazing. DG: I ought to be, after 20 years. Dee: Oh, there's something I ought to tell you. DG: Tell me. Dee: I'm not left-handed either. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:14:34 GMT -5
~~~ It is early morning in San Marino. A misty haze has descended on the OOWF Arena. We spot Chad Madison emerging from the arena, clad in his Judson Rockets hoodie & workout pants. He limbers up for a minute, then takes off on a run. He gets just a few steps when he stops dead in his tracks. Another runner starts to emerge from the fog. As they approach, we can tell it is clearly Firewoman. She pauses in front of him and catches her breath. ~~~ Chad: Ma’am Fire: Cowboy. Surprised to see you out here. Chad: Yeah, I planned on being out here a couple hours ago, but I slept later than I originally intended. ~~ Fire raises an eyebrow at him ~~~ Chad: ………. Fire: ………. Chad: ………. Fire: ………. Chad: ….. Alone. Not that it is any of your business Fire: I thought maybe Mi…. Chad: (cutting her off) No. ~~~ A nice awkward silence ensues ~~~ Fire: So…. Mayhem…. kind of a Trios match, huh?...... Should be a good one? Chad: No. A ‘Good One’ would be me getting a shot at your husband’s World Championship without those sleazebags from Royalty getting involved. Fire: ‘I’ am part of Royalty. Chad: Oh , I remember. (rubbing hs jaw for effect) And that makes you a sleazebag. Fire: What?! Chad: Wait, I take that back. You’re worse. Fire: (stepping in closer) Worse? Chad: Yes, worse, because you actually have a conscience. And that means you know better. ~~~ Fire steps up and gets Face to AsCloseAsSheCanGetHerFace with Chad ~~~ Fire: You have No Idea….. Chad: (Cutting her off) No, I don’t. And I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know what kind of bargain with the devil you made with your lunatic brother and douchebag husband. Fire: I don’t know what you Think you know, but… Chad: Let me tell you what I do know. I know that the Firewoman I traveled the World with these past couple years would have whipped your tail already for getting involved in all that crap. Where is She? Where is my friend Lisa? Because I don’t like this Mrs. Quinn-Darling person I see. ~~~ Fire glares at Chad intensely, then looks away from him and the camera ~~~ Chad: What? Are we bashful now? Are you gonna hit me now? Or is that shame I see? ~~~ Fire does not move ~~~ Chad: It doesn't matter. Come Wednesday, Tommy, Mai and I are putting Royalty… All of them….. on notice. This isn't their personal fiefdom. This is The OOWF. And we are taking it back… starting with The Brat Prince’s Championship. And if you don’t watch out… we’ll get Yours too. ~~~ Fire Snaps her head back around at Chad, but he has chosen that instant to take off on his run. Fire glares daggers at him from behind as he disappears into the haze. ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:15:50 GMT -5
<Moose is backstage wandering around aimlessly when SFJ13 catches up with him> SFJ13: You have a match this week MHJ: I have a match every week SFJ13: How about commenting on it? MHJ: We're going to hit them so hard, we're going to hit them really hard? SFJ13: <annoyed> Be serious MHJ: I'm looking forward to it. Justin and Bill are phenomenal athletes. Their styles mesh perfectly, Bill is the power, Justin is the high flyer. When you add Dre into the mix, they are a formidable opponent. Gaines vanquished Tytan, so he has to be taken seriously. The fact that it's falls count anywhere, anything goes, just means the unpredictability factor is through the roof. The Saints have their work cut out for them this week. SFJ13: Wait? Really? WOW! MHJ: No not really. We are going to fucking bleed them dry. Justin and Bill have no idea what they are getting themselves into. Chloe and I are going to send a message to every other tag team on the planet this week. And Dre? Well let me just say this, I have never seen Stank this pissed off and this focused. I hope the kid has enjoyed his run in the OOWF, because it is about to come to and end. <Moose walks off and we cut to the BFE locker room> ABFD: I have no idea what we are getting ourselves into this week EMFE: <sighing in frustration> Bill, it is JUST like every other match, except you can do whatever you want JS: Well......then it's NOT just like every other match EMFE: <getting more frustrated> Well, ok, NO, but it just means you can do whatever you want, and you don't have to beat them in the ring. You can pin them anywhere ABFD: Anywhere? EMFE: Anywhere JS: Is that like, everywhere? EMFE: Yes ABFD: Well hell son, that ain't gonna work! EMFE: Why not? JS: Cause we're BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE! ABFD: HOT DAMN! I LOVE WHEN THAT OLD BOY DOES THAT! But uhhhh, yeah....if we's BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE I DID IT! Uhhhh, how we gonna beat them anywhere when we's banned from there? EMFE: You're not........it's not........look, just.... <just then Dre walks into Nowhere Bar, Grill and PCPL Repository> DG: Yo, what's crackalakin? ABFD: Say huh now? EMFE: I am trying to explain the concept of falls count anywhere to these two DG: Yo, I got dis. Listen homies, what dis means, is we can check fools wherever they roll. They wanna get up in the B-F-E's and D-R-E's bidness? Then we come correct and give em shots to tha dome. You feel me? ABFD: ........... JS: Oh, so, what you're saying is, no matter how, or where, the Saints want to fight, we can take it to them and use any means necessary to defeat them? DG: Lil homie gots it ABFD: Uhhhhhh <Dre looks at Bill, then holds up a finger and grabs a mason jar of PCPL and drinks about half of it, doubles over in pain, tries to catch his breath, and holds onto the bar while his vision comes and goes. He finally stands back up> DG: WHOOOOO HOT DAMN! Ok, listen chere Billy boy, them Saints? They's ornery as a three legged hound dog tryin to bite a tick on it's ass. Them ol boys is comin to throw down, and they's comin to OUR HOUSE! Them boys think they can run up THIS holler and take them Cuyler boys? ABFD: OH HELL NO! DG: Damn straight son! We's gonna take them Saints out behind the woodshed and beat them like a red headed stepchild! ABFD: WHOOO! Gonna make 'em break off a switch to whip em with! DG: Open that can a'whoop ass! ABFD: THESE COLORS DON'T RUN, SON! DG: GET SOME! ABFD: FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN RUN BOYS RUN! <with that, a completely psyched ABFD and Justin hop on Drunkey and Drunkette and ride out of the room hootin' and hollerin'> DG: Damn girl......how long does this stuff last? EMFE: Half a mason jar........hope you didn't have a whole lot of plans before Wednesday DG: Well hell |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:17:03 GMT -5
**L.D. and Miranda Williams are sitting on the ring apron, clearly taking a break from a workout.** LDW: "You haven't said much about Power." M: "...I don't think it's processed yet. It's like it's not real, you know? When I try to think about her, the thought just skitters away." LDW: "You get that from me. Your mind avoids what it isn't ready to deal with yet. It'll come." M: "When it does, I may have to deal with Moose and Chloe." LDW: "Yep." M: "Is that going to be a problem?" LDW: "You know the answer to that. I'm not going to stand by while Moose and Chloe are hunted down by an angry mob with pitchforks, but if somebody, even you, needs to go after them one-on-one or two-on-two, I won't get in the way." M: "How do you live like that? You make these arbitrary decisions about what you will and won't do." LDW: "They're not arbitrary. I learned a long time ago that I can't always make the right thing happen - mostly because half the time I don't know what that is. I do what I can, and let others do what they need to." M: "Well, what you need to do is learn to throw a German suplex off a superkick. You're too slow, old man." LDW: "Hand me my walker and we'll try it again...young Padawan." **We fade before I have to look up Spanish curse words.** |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:18:04 GMT -5
Firewoman is WORKING OUT~! in the OOWF gym, with an impressive amount of weight on the bench press. She appears to be working out some rage in addition to her pecs. She gets to the end of a set and is ... starting ... to ... struggle ... Dre comes in and sees her. He gets his big smile and walks over.Dre: That is an impressive amount of weight for a little thing like you. FW: Mm-hmm..... Dre: Would you like a spot? FW: Please... Dre stands over her and helps her replace the bar on the rack. She sits up and grabs her bottle of Aquafina.Dre: * smiling* I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm-- FW: Dead if you call me a 'little thing' again. Dre's smile fades, as Fire takes a drink. She looks at him and then sighs.
FW: Sorry...just a bad few...years? Decades? Hi...Firewoman. She extends her hand and he hesitates but then breaks back into his patented smile and shakes it. He sits down next to her on the bench.Dre: Dre Gaines. And I didn't mean no disrespect, but damn you are throwin' up some weight. FW: Thanks. So...how you likin' it here. Dre: well, y'all are crazy. And ... crazy. But I think I'll get used to it. FW: Still...Onslaught Champion already. Dre smiles while Fire looks him up and down a bit.Dre: I know man, like I said...crazy. FW: Well...you seem sane. Makes me wonder why you're here, Mr. Dre Gaines. Dre: Aw, you know...just plyin' my craft, makin' my way. Livin' the dream. FW: Hm.... Fire puts a hand on his arm, gently.FW: You should stop by the Destroyitarium later. Dre: Oh, yeah, I been there. FW: Well, not while *I* was there. Unless... Dre: What? FW: Well, I know MAI doesn't like it because of the drinking... Dre: F'real? FW: Oh, she tries to be all non-judgy about it, but if you know her you can just tell. Dre: Hmmmmm...good t'know. I guess I see you there then, maybe. FW: * looking up through her eyelashes* Can't wait. Fire stands up off the bench, but then reaches across Dre to get her towel. His eyes are at chest level, and well, he's only human. Fire notices.Dre: Oh, sorry, my bad-- FW: Not a problem. Trust me. Fire flashes a smile and walks away. Dre watches for a bit and then decides to get on the treadmill. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:18:39 GMT -5
You wanna know what I want? Hell I'll tell you, why not. It's real simple, and I'm gonna use simple words so those watching at home can follow along. I came here for the simple purpose of hurting people. It's frankly the one thing I'm good at and as my daddy always said "If you're good at it, get paid for it." So here's how it works kids, I'll take on any man here and turn them into my roadside victim, and then some pencil pushing geek in the backs going to pay me for it. Are you kidding me I thought? It's like a win win my man. It's not about the thrill, I can get a cheap thrill at any bar in America. It's not about the danger, I can get that out running cops on I-90. It's not even about the simple joy I take in hearing that oh so satisfying sound of broken arms and shattered dreams. Hehehe in the end it's about that oh so elusive American Dream baby. It's about doing what you love and making a living at it. As for belts? I got one and it's holding my pants up. Titles? I don't need a title to tell me I'm the man, that's what your wifes for. If awards come they come, but right now I'm more interested in getting to work boys. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:19:17 GMT -5
(The scene is the Saints of Sinners locker room. Moose is enjoying a very large adult beverage while reading The Great War magazine and lughing. Chloe is on her tablet reading the Wrestling Observer reader reviews of the Double Jeopardy match at the Pay Per View and laughing. She occasionally stops and turns around. In walks GMTheNate. He points at Chloe.)GMTheNate: YOU. Chloe: Me? GMTheNate: YOU. Moose: Her? GMTheNate: YOU. Chloe: Me? Moose: Enough with the George Steele impression, Nate. What is it? GMTheNate: YOU....I mean, Chloe has a press conference in exactly ten minutes. Chloe: Me? Moose: Her? GMTheNate: Her. Be there or else? Chloe: Me? Moose: Are you pushing her, Nate? Chloe: Hey, wait, no problem, Jack. I can handle this. (Turning behind her) Yes I can! GMTheNate: Is she all right, Moose? Moose: She's in better shape than you'll be if you try this sort of stunt again, Nate. GMTheNate: Is that a threat, Moose? Moose: It's a promise, Nate. Chloe: Don’t push us, Nate. You won't like it. (Turning behind her) No he won't. (Chloe stands up and starts walking out the door, continuing the argument with...herself...as Nate just shrugs his shoulders and follows. The scene fades to a press conference set up and here comes Chloe to the podium.)Chloe: OK, let's go. You're cutting into my mockery time. (Turning behind her) Yes they are! (Chloe turns and points at a reporter.)R1: Did you intentionally kill your sister? Chloe: I'm just here so I won't get fined, boss. That's the only reason why. (The reporters snicker and laugh at Chloe's ripping off of Marshawn Lynch. GMTheNate stands up and glares at Chloe. Chloe returns the glare before turning back to the reporters.)Chloe: Seriously, no. I understand why you'd think that. But our intention was to injure, disable, cripple, maim, but never to kill. What's the fun in that? R1: There was really no homicidal intent? Chloe: No, then you have to go to a cemetery to mock them, and you don't get much of a response from a gravestone. Now if they're in a wheelchair, in a hospital bed, now there, you can do some serious mocking. But seriously, if Power and her boy toy had done the same thing, you would be praising her for eliminating one of the Saints, one of the scourges of the earth. It would have been just as accidental and I would be just as dead. And in case you haven't noticed, my sister was just as bad as I was. But because she came after Jack and I, you thought she was a good girl. You can try to pull the Stone Cold angle on her as much as you want. My sister is.. (Chloe chokes up a little bit before she recovers)...my sister was evil and wicked through and through, just like my father. Anyone who wants to claim that she was a good girl has to remember. She was a Saint. She was instrumental in the attack against Spencer and Ashley, she was always instrumental in our wins, and she was as evil and devious as they come. So fuck all this fake sentiment. She's gone, and I'm glad... (Turning behind her) Yes I am! R2: I can't help but think this has affected you deeply, the guilt, the anguish... Chloe: Listen, Dr Phil, Power's dead. Do I miss her? Yeah, I miss having her to beat on. As Jack says, there's nothing more satisfying than beating on your sister. But guilty, no, not at all. Hell, you, Spider, Shane, even Power herself would be celebrating...dancing on my grave. R2: You can't honestly believe that. The grief must be... Chloe: The only grief I have is that I wasn't there when she breathed her last. (Turning behind her) Oh yeah, wheezed her last. (Laughs maniacally)R3: Why the trip back home? Chloe: That was Sunny's idea. She wanted to wrap up loose ends with her relationship with my sister. She just didn't want to go alone. It...it was weird. I felt my sister inside that..that thing. R3: So you're convinced that Power is Dead? Chloe: Sure, why not? She's not here, is she? R3: It's just that Mary Lou... Chloe: If you have questions about her, ask her, if you have questions about Sunny, ask Sunny. R4: Tomorrow night, you and Moose and Stank.... Chloe: The three of us will destroy Banned From Everywhere and the NKOTB. It's that simple. If there's any justice, they will join my sister in the (Dick fingers) “Misty Place”. Now, if anyone has any reasonable questions.... R5: There was a rumor that you and Anna Kendrick.... Chloe: Fuck this. Stick those cups up your asses... (Chloe storms off stage as the reporters shout and the scene fades...) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:19:52 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams in the Hallway of Random Encounters.** SFJ#47: “L.D., Any comment on what Alexander Darling had to say about you and Miranda?” LDW: “The Brat Prince mentioned little old me? Heavens!...I’ll let the insult to my daughter slide Alex, mostly because that’s a comeuppance I’m looking forward to. But as for you and I...You certainly have a laundry list of challengers to deal with, being such an important guy and all. And yet...you throw the “old man” on the list. Why? We both know the answer to that, and it’s got nothing to do with doubt. You are many things, Alex, but uncertain isn’t one of them. The championship? I or anyone else you mentioned - including Miranda - could take that from you any night of the week - and you could just as easily take it back. Important as it is. the championship is ultimately just a way to keep score. No, you’re after something more important. The one thing you know you can’t have. Can’t buy it, can’t steal it, can’t take it by force. Hell, you can’t even earn it… You want to be the soul of the OOWF. The one the world revolves around. Not the Champion, not the most loved or the most hated, but the most respected, the leader, the Man. In other words… me. It took me years to convince Underdawg I was worthy...years to convince myself I was worthy. I take my responsibility to this company and the people in it seriously. If you want to take my place….you have to convince me. You want me to come to you? I don’t think so. Defend your Championship, Alex. Lead your troops. Clean up that laundry list. I’m not going anywhere. When the time is right...try me. Because you are the World Heavyweight Champion, You are The Brat Prince, The King of the World, Royalty… But the one thing you are not is L.D. Williams. And that says it all. <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:20:28 GMT -5
Camera shot opens on Tommy Wilder, standing in front of the OOWF banner TW: Damn, does Alex ever seem to have all the answers. He's rolling along like he's skating a perfect line. He doesn't need to bother defending the title 'cause he's all alone in the bowl. Why should we bother? LD is barely worth a mention, Folz is too easy to beat, Chad is some sort of clown, 'Randa isn't good enough, and I haven't earned a shot. Dude, you gotta stop riding without a helmet before those delusions become permanent. Tell you what, let's say that you EVER decided to defend the belt without Carter to make up for your lame skills, Rory to cover up that yellow streak runnin' down your leg everytime you get in the ring, or Alexis keeping people from kicking you ass by blocking their feet with her lips, and Fire carring your balls for you - damn, in a world where that might happen... LD would beat you. Flat out dude. Been in the ring with both of you. Difference between you two is that he took me on one on one - no Saints, just a straight up trip down some baaad road. And the dude is crazy good. Better than you. Dodging him is probably a good idea. Folz. Wow. And you say HE doesn't learn? You keep poking him, and the bear is gonna get you. And you are gonna hurt, dude. You better hold onto that belt, 'cause you're gonna need it for a tourniquet. Chad? How many times do you gotta eat sole before you realize that in a tag or solo, the man is for real. Yeah, he's ran on the dark side of The Force, but remember - Fire ran with the angels too. If the leopard don't change their spots... well, think about that. 'Randa isn't good enough? Dude. You got no idea. Yeah, she has the Williams' gene pool in her - but that's ain't the point. She could have Esther Williams' blood, and she still has more than enough to hurt you, let alone beat you. Shit, you're lucky it WAS the "The Zax" and not her. Who have I forgotten...? Oh yeah. Me. I'm just ain't worth your effort. I'm good for pranks, flipping around the ring, maybe even wrestling for any other championship - except the title. And I just haven't EARNED that shot... Waaaait a minute.... (Video plays) Ghosthead, LD Williams, Dre Gaines and Tommy Wilder - 4 way dance for a shot at the OOWF Championship! - - - Wilder stands up on top of the ladder, steadies himself, and just as Dre and Ghost are about to knock him off, he leaps AIR WALK INTO THE RING ONTO WILLIAMS! OHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD!!!! Every bit of air is driven out of LD (and probably Tommy too), but he remains on top of LD, the referee hits the mat and starts counting, and neither Dre or Ghost can get off the ladder in time, one, two, THREE! This one is over! (Video ends) Well DAMN! How 'bout that? Looks like you are wrong again! You got someone closin' in on all four sides dude. You best circle the troops, get security, the Marines, hell, the Ghost of Lou Thez... Cause someone is gonna get you. And if LD doesn't et you from the left, Chad from the right, Matt from the front or 'Randa from the back... Don't forget to look UP. 'Cause that'll be me. That's where I live, and where you can't hang, can't run, can't hide - Yup, go ahead and overlook me. But I gotta warn you - Look out below, bitch. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:21:00 GMT -5
(Tytan walks out to the ring with mic in hand and bokken at his side. "Disposable Heroes" is playing and Ecosystem walks out with him.) Tytan: That song takes on a whole new meaning now. (The crowd boos Tytan.) Tytan: It fits because that is what the OOWF is filled with "Disposable Heroes" You raise up those that aren't worth being called a Hero. And those that tell the truth, that are Honorable and fight for you the so called fans. You want to forget about them. (The crowd boos more.) You see we stand before you as true honorable warriors. (Ecosystem applauds the comment. The crowds boos turn to the asshole chant.) You have the nerve to boo us. We have been true to our word and this is what we get. So now come Mayhem we will show you what we do to those you want to cheer for. Ghosthead you call my comments the ravings of a child. (Batista laughs) I will just leave the hatred we have for one another for the ring and for my partner to do to you. I want to talk to you Mattie. The so called hero. Good guy whatever you want to call yourself. The same guy who put is wife on the line so he could get a shot at the brat prince himself, and then you lost. You call yourself a hero. You try to be something for these people. These groundings. You are going to be the first example on my list. You are not worthy to be cheered You are only worthy to be destroyed. And I will make an example out of you. Prepare yourself for some hell Mattie. Prepare yourself for war. For I am Tytan and I walk among the Gods and I will destroy you. (He drops the mic and walks off with Ecosystem cheering him on.) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 7, 2018 15:21:28 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene is interviewing Murphy's Law in the Destroyitarium* SG: This week you face members of Royalty... DK: We come from a long line of people who have problems with royalty - the last king the Murphys respected was Brian Boru, and some of our ancestors had mixed feelings about him. Dee: Gene, my brother and I are not fluent in Irish, but we did spend some summer vacations in the Gaeltacht with our grandfather's family, so we did learn that Murphy means"sea-warrior" or "sea-battler". We might not be at sea Wednesday night, but there will be a battle and maybe the start of a war. DK: Which reminds me, a wee drop might be in order. Jamesons, Tullamore Dew, Paddys? Maybe go ecumenical with Bushmills? Dee: Given recent events, despite the bad blood between me and Power, lets do shots of Powers. We've got the bottle of Gold Label, might as well try it. I like Bushmills, but it is still Lent, so let's not do the Protestant whiskey. |
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