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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:46:56 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (#675)
Live! From San Juan, Puerto Rico
April 1, 2015
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo vs. Firewoman
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Banned From Everywhere vs. Saints of Sinners
OOWF Onslaught Championship Three Way Dance
Stank vs. Dre Gaines vs. Demon Smoke
Non-Title Match
Alexander Darling vs. LD Williams
Winners Get the Next World Tag Team Title Shot
Royalty vs. Ecosystem & Tytan vs. Murphy's Law
Rory Albright vs. Tommy Wilder
Ghosthead & Matt Folz vs. Tarian & Road Banger Thrash
Chad Madison vs. TBA
Card subject to chicanery in the showers
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:47:33 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams as he exits Miranda's hospital room.** SFJ#47: "How is she?" LDW: "Stable. That's all we know right now." SFJ#47: "Do you have any words for Royalty after what happened tonight?" LDW: "Words...my wife had words. She on a plane right now, rushing to her daughter's side. She called me before she boarded, and she said six words: 'Is she okay?' and 'Kill them all.' There's your words." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:48:01 GMT -5
<LD walks away from the SFJ and joins the rest of the Saints.> MHJ: You say the word and Alex is a memory Sta: It's the least we can do Billy Dee Chloe: <near tears> I'm sorry Mr. Williams......... LD: No. Alex is mine. We are going to end this once and for all. <LD turns and walks away, the Saints linger for a second, then follow, and we fade to black> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:49:36 GMT -5
We fade in backstage and see Matt Folz standing with the non Saints, non Royalty rest of the roster. MF: Shit like what just went down with Miranda is why I'm doing what I'm doing. Instead of celebrating one hell of a victory I had tonight or helping our new IC champion celebrate, now I'm pissed off. Most of you don't like me and I'm fine with that, and hell, I don't blame you. Look, I'm not asking for an alliance, I'm not asking for a stable, I'm asking who's interested in joining me for ONE and only one match at Hell On Earth. Royalty needs to end and I have a plan to do it. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:51:58 GMT -5
The Saints are walking past the waiting room and Chloe sees Tommy Wilder slouching in a chair his hands in his face... Chloe - Heeey... Wilder, this might be the perfect place for you to be right now... TW - Fuck off, psycho. I don't have any time for you. Chloe - Why you.. c'mon Jack, let's... LD - No. Back off this time. Go on, I'll catch up. (LD stands there, looking at Tommy) Wilder looks up - his eyes are red, his hands shaking... TW - Man... LD... I'm sorry... So sorry. I should have been there from the jump. I figured between Folz, Murphs and the cage, she could have... We worked it out, practiced and trained for this. She... .she had it... but now... LD - Look. I know you helped her out a lot. You probably did more for her than anyone here, including me. She's stable now - go see her. When she wakes up, I'm sure she would love to see you. TW - (Leans back, eyes closed) And what, man? Tell her "good try, get 'em next time?" Put a whoopee cushion on Alex's chair for a laugh? Take her for some skateboarding? What good will that do? I'm tired, LD. Tired of seeing wrestlers I want to compete with, that I respect, getting taken out by shit like this. JW, Outback Jack, Stan, Danny.... I just don't know. LD - Kid. Look - you're a good guy. I don't get where guys like you come from. You've been a White Hat since you got here, and never anything else. Part of me can respect that. You got guts. Hell, deliberately pissing off Jack, you might have more guts than brains - but something like this? This isn't what you're built for. TW - (Stands up) THAT'S THE PROBLEM, ISN'T IT? In order for me to protect my friends, help DK, Dee, Chad, Mai... Danny... Now Miranda... I gotta be like Moose? Chloe? Yo... (Stops short) LD - Nah, go ahead Wilder. Your right. All of us gladly step over the line to get what we want, if we think it's the way to go. Some just do it because they can. You're not that guy. Your not Moose. It just isn't in you. TW - Yeah? You do think so? (Pulls back his fist - LD just stands there). Your right. Damn it. Your right. I gotta go. I gotta get my head right. This just isn't what I was made for, man. Tell Miranda... Tell her I'm sorry I failed her, man. Tell her I would have -should have taken that bullet for her. Tell her I'm sorry. LD - Tommy - she knows. She'll be OK. Just wait. Breathe for a second, next stop you can... TW - No, man. Tell Nate and the others I'm not gonna be there. Maybe not the next one. Who knows. I just... LD - Take your time, kid. Nate'll understand, or I'll beat some sense into him. But don't blow all you've done here... Go find something tall to base off of, or whirlybird or whatever the hell you do... TW - GOD DAMN IT THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE THINKS I SHOULLD DO!!! (He throws a full bottle of Mt. Dew through the glass of the Nurse's station, sending people scrambling). I'm... Fuck this. I'm outta here. LD looks on with a shocked look on his face as Wilder turns, SUPERKICKS the exit door sending glass everywhere, and storms off... Out of LD's sight, Tommy pulls out his cell phone - "Hey. Yeah, I figured you dude were watching. Nope, I'm headed out to your place. Nope. No idea.... Nah bro. I gotta get clear man. No, I don't care. Gotta do what I gotta do. No, no questions. I can't stick here right now. Man, don't give me static, OK? Just call Taki, Garcia and JT. Tell 'em I need to ride, man. Be there soon." (Wilder hangs up, Takes off the white OOWF ball cap he was wearing - hangs it on a fencepost, gets on his motorcycle, and rides out...) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:52:30 GMT -5
(Miranda William's hospital room) Miranda stirs and wakes up for a moment, groggy from the medication she is getting by IV. She looks around the room at flowers sent by fans and OOWF wrestlers and staff, but her eyes focus on a small pile of items on a chair – Her JW Westgaard Captains Sweater A well-worn, wood deck skateboard A skate helmet, painted to match the "Combat Rock" album cover. (Fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:53:53 GMT -5
The OOWF staff, crew, and performers are all making their way onto the plane. Even though the rules about no violence on a plane are fairly clearly understood, given the events of the last 24 hours, there is the presence of OOWF Security, the big guys, too, instead of in cargo, or wherever they usually fly. Firewoman looks around and sees Lexie, Alex, Rory, and Carter in the Royalty seats, with hers empty. She appears to be considering it, although with the way her eyes are burning it's probably not wise. When Alexander pops the champagne They begin to somewhat loudly celebrate his "win" and Fire's look gets angrier, but before she can move, she sees Chad Madison's head look up and in the direction of Royalty. He angrily gets up and starts to make his way down the aisle toward them, With Purpose. Fire rushes past them to stop him.
FW: Nope. Not here. CM: Plane hasn't taken off yet. It's all-- FW: No, it isn't, and you know it. CM: You can't possible be standing up for him. FW: I am trying to keep a friend from doing something stupid. Chad considers for a minute and then his shoulders relax as he agrees.FW: Good. CM: Go on, have your champagne-- FW: No, I think...I know we have assigned seats and stuff, but I was hoping to find an empty one. Miranda's seat is... well, um, and I imagine LD is gonna stay for a bit, so...wait, there's another empty one? CM: How can you tell, everyone is up and walking around and-- FW: I just can. Wilder? CM: Um...* Chad looks around*...I don't see him. FW: Well, that's three seats, so-- CM: Wilder was next to me, so you can take that if you want. FW: No...I need some alone time. Sorry, cowboy. CM: Aw, shucks He tips his imaginary hat flirtatiously, and Fire can't help but giggle. Alexander looks up, sneers, sees the security, and goes back to his champagne.FW: Maybe I'll go to the cargo hold since these guys are all up here. CM: That would definitely not help your flight phobia. Maybe that new interviewer that is sweet on you isn't in the Mile High Club yet. FW: Eh, I'm temporarily benched. Doctor's orders. But if I don't find some place soon, these meds are going to kick in and I'll just flop here on the floor. CM: Hmm..wait, there's Lucky. Fire looks and Lucky has indeed secured a row of seats. Fire pats Chad on the shoulder. He nods and sits back down. Fire goes back to the seats, puts on her headphones, and sits, back to the window and legs stretched out as her eyes close. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:55:10 GMT -5
OOC: Damn, Fire and I were posting at the same time. Place this before hers continuity wise. Fade in to the hospital where Miranda is being treated and see Matt and Jaime Folz approaching a doctor. JF: Excuse me doctor? D: Yes? JF: We're friends of Miranda Williams. Any chance you can give us an update on her condition? D: We're still running tests, it's too early to tell anything. But she has been awake briefly so that's a very good sign. JF: Thank you. Can we see her? D: She's not awake right now, but she's in room 112 if you want to see her. Matt and Jaime proceed down the hallway towards room 112. Jaime's heading in when she notices Matt remaining in the hallway. JF: Matt? You coming? MF: I....I can't. I'm sorry. JF: What are you talking about? Why? MF: It's exactly one year to the day that I was in a hospital just like this, after the Suicide Kings attacked you. Blaming myself, wondering if you were ever going to wake up. If I go in there, if I see someone else unconscious after an attack, I'll just flash back to seeing you and I'll break down completely. You go ahead, I'll wait for you out here. JF: You sure? MF: Yeah. I just...... right now I can't go in there. Jaime nods and heads in alone. Matt waits out in the hallway for a few minutes until LD Williams comes up. The two men stare at each other awkwardly for a moment. MF: I'm not here to start anything. Jaime wanted to see Miranda. You want us to leave? LDW: No, it's fine. You coming in? MF: I'm ok out here. LD nods and starts heading inside when Matt calls out to him. MF: This isn't about the Saints. This isn't about Face/Heel. You and I have had many issues in the past, but if you need any help with what you've got to do, give me a call. LDW: I honestly believe you're being sincere, and I appreciate that. But this is something I'd prefer to handle on my own. MF: I understand. LDW: And there's one problem with you challenging Royalty to a match at Hell on Earth. MF: What? LDW: None of those motherfuckers are going to live that long. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 14:56:42 GMT -5
Rory Albright is ~CHILLIN' in his seat next to Carrie Weiss when a camera approaches him. He smirks but never looks at it.RA: You want a promo, huh? Fine, I'll give you a few words. LD Williams, you wanna kill us all? You wanna be the proud papa out for blood? We did your girl a favor. She'll recover. And then maybe she'll be done with this notion that she can run with us. If you're a good father, you'll encourage her down another path. Fatt Rolz? You wanna rally the troops? Good luck with that. Tommy Wilder? My opponent this week? You want revenge for your friend? Boy, you can try. You're stepping into the ring with the Sun King. I don't care why you're coming at me. I don't care how you're coming at me. I will systematically break you down piece by piece until there's nothing left. So you might wanna keep riding to wherever you're going. LD, you wanna send a boy to do a man's job? I expect nothing less nowadays. Enjoy your vendetta. It won't last long. Neither will your career if you pursue it. Now leave me alone so I can sleep. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:02:48 GMT -5
*OOWF Plane* Alex looks around the flight and notices the glares that are being tossed his way and he just smirks. He stands up and it's almost like every eye on the plane turns towards him just begging for the chance to break the fighting on a plane rule, but Alex just shakes his head before he nods at Lexie. Alexis reaches into her carry-on and hands Alex a stack of papers which he takes. He steps into the aisle and fist bumps Rory and Carter before making his way towards the back of the plane where Eco & Tytan are sitting. Tytan stands up, but Eco holds up a hand and lets him know he's got this. Tytan nods and takes a seat while Alex sits across the aisle from Eco. Juni: I get the idea you'd like to talk to the man that runs this company and not the wrestler at this point, is that correct Mr. Darling?Alex: No one ever called you stupid, that's for sure. Psychotic. A few screws short of mental health. Sadistic. But never stupid Juni.Juni: If I didn't know better and hadn't lived our history, I'd almost think that sounds like a compliment. But now that the pleasantries are out of the way, what can I do for you?Alex: Right to business...very smart of you to not waste my time. First, I need your signature on this to get the wheels in motion.Alex hands over the first stack of papers and Juni quickly looks everything over. His eyebrows raise a few times as he reads through it... Juni: Are you sure about this?Alex: Positive.Juni: Okay, why come to me with this and not the board?Alex: Because what Royalty does and when they do it, is none of their business. We run this company now and you're smart enough to not start a war with us by revealing what you just read.Juni: Work smarter, not harder.Alex: Exactly. Which brings me to the next item on my agenda. I'm sure you've noticed the glares I'm getting.Juni: I can't say they are undeserved. I actually should be very cross with you for putting one of the fastest rising stars in this company on the shelf for god knows how long. The merchandise sales alone are going to plummet.Alex: Ask me if I care. I'll address what happened Sunday in due time, but that being said...I'm the face of this company now Juni and you know better than anyone that I and Royalty are what's best for business.Juni: For now. But that only lasts until you're not what's best. You understand how that works.Alex: I do, but I'm not talking about then. Right here, right now...Royalty holds the cards and it's very simple what has to happen next.Alex takes one of the remaining stacks of papers and hands it over to Juni. He starts skimming things and he shakes his head no a few times and has to go back and re-read some of the notes. Juni: Why in the blue hell do you think I'd ever agree to this?Alex: Because of this.Alex hands over the last stack of papers. Alex: That's the 5-year contract that my sister signed for me back before this whole WWE and Royalty business even started. If you remember correctly, there's a clause in there that says I can wrestle anywhere, anytime, for any company and there's not a damn thing the OOWF can do about it. Now, while I may have burned a few bridges in my history with NOAH and WWE...there are a ton of companies out there Juni. Some of them even on par with this shithole that I saved from ruin and got no recognition for. So it's very simple, you either agree to what I laid out or I take this OOWF World Heavyweight Title hostage and your top stars from LD Williams to Matt Folz to Chad Madison can all sit on their fucking hands and watch as I take this belt and wrestle in every company on this planet EXCEPT the OOWF.Juni: *glaring* You really are a piece of shit.Alex: Coming from you, I'll take that as a huge compliment. Now be a good whatever the hell you are and go deliver my message.Juni is fuming but he believes Alex has him over a barrel here and he reluctantly gets out of his seat and starts making his way towards the front of the plane. As he makes his way towards the front, he taps Stank on the shoulder. Juni: Since we allowed LD to stay behind with his daughter, I need a representative of the Saints to join me and given the issues with Moose & Chloe, you seem like the best option...if you could come with me Lucas.Stank: How bout I don't and I go rip Alexander's head off his shoulders.Juni: While I know how much you'd enjoy that, I believe Mr. Williams will have an issue with you taking his vengeance out of his hands.Stank grumbles but gets out of his seat and follows Juni towards the very front of the plane where the rest of the white hats minus the missing Tommy Wilder are sitting. Juni hands out the papers Alex gave him to Folz, Chad, DK & Dee, Stank, & Mai. They all take a moment to quickly peruse the documents and within seconds, they're all screaming that this is bullshit. Juni: You think I like being held hostage like this. No, I don't. But the simple fact is we were in a very bad way with Stamford breathing down our necks and certain provisions were made by members of the board and there's nothing we can do about this right now.Folz: He's a god damn pussy. Him and his Royalty bitches.DK: *belches* That's Murphy for how the fuck did you allow this?Stank: Once a bitch, always a bitch...ain't that right Alex.Chad: Look, none of us like this but let's look at the bright side.Folz: What fucking bright side? Alex just got no-contact clauses for his entire crew.Mai: That's not entire true, Matt. Look at the clause a little closer. It only comes into effect IF you don't have a match with a member of Royalty. So, therefore...Mr Williams can still tear Alex apart.Dee: But only this week. You know Alex has a plan in mind to make sure that never happens. Say what you want about their methods, no one works the system better than the Darlings.Mai: Exactly...and not to take a page out of my brother's playbook...maybe it's time we start using that against them. Work smarter.Folz: Fuck that. I want their asses broken and ended. And this is exactly what I'm talking about.Stank: Well, as fun as this was...I gotta figure out how to keep the Saints from killing anyone in Royalty for the time being until LD gets his revenge.Chad: Matt, you'll get your chance. We all will. Alex knows this is only going to delay the inevitable. Restraining orders? No contact clauses outside the ring? He's scared. He sees the bullseye on his forehead. It's only a matter of when one of us hit the target now. Let them think they're a step ahead. It'll be that much sweeter when his reign crumbles.Folz: I'd rather just kill him now.
The faces continue their discussion as we...
*Fade**OOC* The no contact clause is just a douchey thing for Alex to do to try and avoid having every other promo be an attack on Royalty. And to clarify what I mean, if you have a match with a member of Royalty...you can do whatever you want to/with them. It's more so that people not in a match with Royalty that week can't touch them. And I don't really know what happens if you do attack Royalty as I didn't think that far ahead. Basically, don't let it affect any ideas you have and if I need to come up with a solution or response to something, I will. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:05:03 GMT -5
*The Murphys are in the Destroyitarium* Dee: So those bitches are hiding behind lawyers? DK: Advantage us! Dee: What? DK: And you're supposed to be the smart one. LD wants to kill them, right? Dee: Of course. DK: And so do the rest of the Saints, and Tommy, and pretty much everyone else. Dee: Yes. DK: Murderous Rights, Left Hooks from Hell, Irish Car Bombs, and Call of the Wild... all ways we can get payback for Miranda. Dee: I like the way you are thinking. *A large shadow looms over them, we hear a loud belch, and LD's Momma walks into the Destroyitarium while crushing a can of Fosters* LDM: Australian for "your father would be proud of you", I think. Dee: Thanks! LDM: I promised to never interfere in my family's wrestling career but this is hard. DK: Miranda would want us to handle it within the rules. Dee: True, but we will hit them with everything we've got. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:06:16 GMT -5
Matt Folz turns back to Eco after the little meeting.Folz: You. Eco: Yes. Folz: I don't really care, but since you are sometimes in situations where you might try and make my life difficult . . . what angle are you working these days? Eco leans back in his chair.Eco: I like Tytan. I like working with Tytan. Everything I plan to do in that ring, right now, he's my priority. The Saints, Royalty . . . they're only priorities when they're in his way. Last week, we had the Saints, we went after the Saints. This week, we have Royalty, I'm happy to rally the troops against them. Folz: So it's all self-interest. You don't give a fuck about Miranda. Eco pauses.Eco: I mean . . . only as a business asset. I'm no face of the year like my man Matt Folz. Folz rolls his eyes and begins to walk off.Eco: Hey, um - thanks for always . . . Folz: What? Eco: You know, watching out for . . . not that she needs it, and not like I expect you to, and not like you're doing it for me, and not like I think you'll always be . . . but, you know. And I guess, when I see you thinking about Miranda, I think about when you're thinking about how she's doing. So . . . that's all. Folz nods, and walks off.//// Cut to Mai Muyo sitting with Renata Younger, Intercontinental strap over her shoulder.Mai: . . . so I'm following others' lead on what we do in the ring. I just thank God that she's not worse. I left a note with my flowers for her to FaceTime me sometime when she's feeling well. Younger: Well, speaking of your friends . . . before you won that championship, Firewoman made a very significant overture to you. Mai: Very significant. No doubt about it. Look, I realize I was being petty. I never needed some fancy apology. I needed Fire to show that she cared about our friendship, not just care about whether she was justified or not when I said some harsh words to her. And offering match after match to me until I won or someone made her move on? That's a big gesture. Younger: So I take it that the bond between you two - Mai raises a finger.Mai: One problem. What I don't like is that Fire thought it would take me match after match after match. See, all I ever needed was a clean shot. This past Sunday, to Firewoman's credit, she resolved to give me a completely clean match - no nasty brass knuckles shots, not even an eye poke. And what happened? A forty-two minute classic and a Mai Muyo victory. But I'm not going to be offended that Firewoman still thinks the kid can't hang. What I am going to do is extend her the same courtesy she afforded me. A clean shot this Wednesday, and as many as whoever holds the book is willing to give . . . until she wins, or until she has satisfied herself that the kid can hang. Mai pats her belt.Mai: Because I am very, very satisfied. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:07:17 GMT -5
Reporter Number 86 walks up to GM TheRick's door and looks inside - 86 – Excuse me, Mr. General Manager? GMTR – Yeah? Since when do you people visit my office? 86 – Well, there is a problem. GMTR – Of course there is. What is it this time? Chloe bite you? The Murphys' belch their entire interview? 86 – I was supposed to interview Tommy Wilder an hour ago. But there's no sign of him. GMTR – Terrific. Look, we all know Wilder is more than a little nuts. He's probably trying to hang glide his way here. 86 – Well, the wrestlers ARE supposed to let us interview them. GMTR – Look, I'm sure he'll be here. I know he was particulary hit hard by what happened to Miranda Williams, since they are tag team partners and good friends. But he'll be here in time for the show. 86 (Shrug) – OK, but he owes me an interview the minute he does. GMTR – Look, if you are THAT desperate to interview the nutball, why don't you grab a hang glider and go find him? (Fade) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:07:41 GMT -5
OOC: TheRick has been reinstated as GM?? Hide the vodka!  |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:08:17 GMT -5
~~~ Chad is WALKING~~!!! down The Hallway of Random Encounters and randomly encounters... Christian Carter. CC smirks knowingly while Chad just stops and stares. ~~~ Carter: You want to hit me don't you? Chad: Want to? Yes. Carter: Well come on then redneck. (Mockingly rubbing his eyes) Oh Boo Hoo, poor Miranda got hurt. Chad: .......... I want to. Heck, maybe I should, but You aren't worth it. ~~~ Chad walks away and heads further down The Hallway, then opens the doors of the Destroyitarium. DK and Dre are watching some Celtics highlights, while Dee is seated elsewhere talking to Ashley & Spencer. Dre looks up and flashes his Big Smile ~~~ Dre: My man Big C in da house Chad: Morning folks. Spencer: Come on in and have a seat. I'll get you a drink Chad: Appreciate that. (turning to DK and Dre, who are now joined by Daniella) I walked past Carter on the way over here. Took everything I had to not knock him smooth out Dee: I don't think I could have resisted Dre: I sure the fuck wouldn't have. Imma bust'm in da skull If I sees one of'm Chad: Yeah, and I think that's the point. Alex thinks he is smarter, that he can goad us into getting fined and suspended and shelter that Championship just a little longer. Why? He is scared. He's never had this many people so hot on his heels. He knows it is just a matter of time before someone takes that from him, and that losing the World Championship means Royalty losing their power in the OOWF. Alex is all about his power. He is desperate. Spencer: (arriving with Chad's Aquafina) So how is she? Have you heard anything yet? Chad: They haven't let me talk to her yet, but I will keep trying. For now no news is good news. DK: And Tommy? Dude was messed up last I saw. Chad: I don't blame him. He's not answering my calls either. I don't have LD's number, and I doubt he'd talk to me anyway. But..... they both have matches with Royalty his week. No one else can touch them....except you two. (pointing to DK & Dee) DK: We will take care of little King Carter and The Queen Bitch for you his week Chad: Not for me. I'm not trying to rally the troops here. That's Folz's job. I just wanted to make sure no one falls for Alex's little trick. Dee: We won't. And we Will take care of half of Royalty this week. For Miranda. ~~~ Dee raises her glass and Dre & DK follow suit. Chad grabs the bottle of Aquafina Spencer put in front of him and they toast Chad drains his bottle quickly and stands ~~~ Chad: Thanks. I need to get going. I have some extra accommodations to arrange. Dee: Oh? Chad: Nothing to get too excited about. ~~~ Chad turns to leave, then waves Dre over ~~~ Chad: One last thing big man, you have a third person in your match this week. Stank is enough to contend with on his own Dre: Don't I know it Chad: Then don't let Smoke be an extra burden. Use his presence to your advantage Dre: You mean double team Stank with him? Chad: Not really, although that would be effective to a point. What I mean is... use he presence of another competitor to your advantage. Stank now has 2 people to worry about also.... Dre: ..... I think I gots ya. ~~~ Fists are bumped and Chad heads out, curiously not turning back the way he came in.... Too bad for him, as he runs into a RNSFJnot 20 feet from the door ~~~ RNSFJ: So what are you going to do to fight Royalty in light of their edict. Chad: I'm not going to play their game. Folz, Drink and Destroy, their first reaction is to fight, and that works for them. Me? I will get back at them the best way I know how. And first on that list is take the World Championship from Alex. RNSFJ: Are you sure that will stop them? ~~~ Chad pulls out his phone and cues up a song ~~~ Chad: Does that answer your question? RNSFJ: Umm.. No? Chad: This is wrestling, nothing is ever for sure. But Alex.. Champ, and the rest of your little court there.. Keep it up. Keep Messing With The Bull. Because you know what happens when you do that? You end up Getting The Horns. ~~~ Flashes the 'Horns and turns away, leaving the RNSFJ alone to pout. Then his phone Rings ~~~ Chad: Hey Yo. Already? OK, I'll be there in a few........ As long as they stay in their cages I suppose...... See ya soon. ~~~ Fade ~~~ |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:09:54 GMT -5
OOC: TheRick has been reinstated as GM?? Hide the vodka! As far as I can tell, literally everyone who has been GM is a co-GM right now. It's how Eco flies under the radar. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:12:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile....
Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hallway. Lucky is behind her with a valet cart full of one load of her stuff. They stop at the check-in area, and Fire signs her name. She makes small talk with the intern that is staffing the table, and the intern gives her a set of keys. Lucky asks about the rest of Fire's stuff and tells the intern where the crew should deliver it. Finally, they head down a different hallway, and finally get to the door with the sign that says "Royalty Castle."FW: Gods, that's a stupid name. Fire tries her key at the door and it doesn't work. She jiggles it.FW: LUCKY! L: Don't yell, I'm right behind you. FW: Can you get this to work? L: For as smart as you are, it amazes me you can't master the simple concept of a key. Every. Week. Fire glares at him as he squeezes past her, takes the key, and tries it. He gets the same effect.L: Huh. FW: Sure...Now who's the dumb one. The door opens. Alexis Darling comes out and shuts it quicky behind her, standing with her arms folded between Firewoman and the door.FW: My key won't work. LD: That's because I changed the locks. FW: Huh? LD: I feel it would be best if you stayed somewhere else for now. FW: Well, fortunately it isn't about how you feel. LD: Actually it is. FW: Alex is going to-- LD: Be mad at me? Probably. But as your stupid brother is fond of saying, Fire, actions have consequences. You aren't a member of Royalty and so you aren't staying in our luxurious suite. FW: Well, fine. That's what you've always wanted anyway. Lexie starts to produce an angry retort, and then softens a bit.LD: Fire. Maybe you've forgotten how Alex can get-- FW: Pfft, please, Lexie. Maybe YOU'VE forgotten that I can handle myself. LD: No, I haven't. That's exactly why you need to go somewhere else. Before one or the other of you does something that can't be taken back, or fixed. FW: That's not going to-- LD: Really, Fire? Because the LAST time I saw him like this we all ended up in a warehouse in Philadelphia. And you ended up with some custom body modification, remember? Lexie points to the scars on Firewoman's forehead, and Firewoman flinches as she does. FW: What makes you think this time will be the same? LD: What makes you think it'll be different? Because you're married now? I'm not willing to wait and see this time. I should have stepped in before. I'm doing it now. You guys came back from that, but I don't know if either or both of you will do it a second time. I know you both love each other and I care for both of you. Believe me, this is best. FW: Aw, you care.... LD: Yeah, I do, even though I'm pissed as hell at you right now. And it's not just me and Alex here. Rory and carter don't have the same history we all do. You being here would be a distraction and a disruption from Royalty's true purpose. Fire considers for a moment.FW: You can't expect me to believe that you're doing this just to protect me. LD: It's to protect you both. FW: Fine... LD: Just for a while, let this all blow over. FW: Whatever, Lexie. If Alex tells me to come back though, no locks are going to keep me out. Lexie sneers and goes in and closes and locks the door. Fire flips the door off. L: Well, now what? We only rent a certain number of suites and rooms. They won't be able to find an extra one for at least two cities. FW: I know, I remember how it works. I think there's a closet somewhere... wait.... I have an idea. Firewoman dials a number on her phone.FW: Hey.....no, no I'm fine..... I kinda need a place to crash...........No, I don't want to talk about. Okay. Firewman hangs up. She might be upset, but she's hiding it really well if she is. Lucky grabs the phone to see the last number dialed.L: Really? FW: Why not? L: This is bad on SO so many levels. They turn and walk back the way they came. They go back to the check in location and Fire turns in her keys. She asks for another set, and then argues and discusses the validity of the request with the intern. Said intern is easily intimidated. Fire convinces the intern it's in his best interest to just go with it, and he shakily hands over some keys. Fire signs something else, and then Lucky begins to deal with the logistics of how to let the crew know where the rest of Firewoman's things SHOULD go.L: Sif is probably still in the menagerie. FW: Well, she can stay there. No sense in separating her from Stark for now. L: But the snakes are usually the last ....crap, Fire, are the snakes going to be welcome there? FW: Oooo, I should check.
She dials again.FW: It's me, I'm all signed in............so, you know I've got the snakes..........Snakes don't go in cages, silly, they'd slip through the bars..........okay, see you too. She hangs up again.FW: It's all good. L: I doubt that. They continue down the hall toward their destination. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:14:35 GMT -5
(Chloe is happily skipping to the Saints of Sinners locker room when a brave little SFJ approaches her. Chloe skips up and gives her a kiss on the cheek and puts her arm around her.) S F J : You seem...happy. Chloe : Yeah, it's weird, isn't it? S F J : I wanted to ask you about Miranda… Chloe : Oh, bad bad bad, very bad. Royalty made one hell of a mistake there, and little Alexandra lawyering up like that, even worse. See, I was sneaky and mean when I kicked the crap out of her. But for Royalty to do that, bad bad bad bad. Not good. Very bad. S F J : So do the Saints… Chloe : Nononono...fuck Royalty. Mr Williams knows we have his back if he needs us, but right now, not likely. Royalty has it's hands full with just LD and his mama…. S F J : You lost your Tag Team Titles… Chloe : Championships… S F J : Championships thanks to interference from Shane Tuska. Chloe : You know, that asshole couldn't hold onto the Championships, couldn't hold on to my sister, keep her safe. He thinks this is revenge...nope. This is suicide. And when it comes to the Saints, Suicide is definitely NOT painless. S F J : Speaking of your sister… Chloe : You mean my not dead sister who everyone thought we killed? She better have some answers, because for her to put us all through that, as little Tommy says, Not cool, dude. S F J : Can I ask, why are you so pleasant and happy. Chloe : Diazepam and Bahama mamas...it makes for a bitchin' day….Thanks for the samples, Juni! (Chloe kisses the SFJ on the cheek and skips off as the scene fades) |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:15:01 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in a shitty bar in San Juan. He has a corner table, which is littered with several bottles of whiskey, and an ash tray full of cigar butts, clearly he has been at it awhile. Everyone in the bar keeps a respectable distance, except for one man. Stank walks into the bar and looks around and spots Moose. He heads in that direction and the bartender raises an eyebrow. Stank says something and sits down across from Moose, a minute later the bartender brings another bottle of whiskey and two clean-ish glasses. Stank pours two drinks, shoots one then refills his glass. He just sits and stares at Moose for a long time> Stank: Something's bothering you, you've been way too quiet since Sunday MHJ: <lighting a cigar and draining one of the bottles from the table> How long have we been doing this? S: Drinking? MHJ: Wrestling S: In general? MHJ: OOWF S: Well......you're here about ten and a half years, I'm here just over ten. <a long silence passes between them> MHJ: I remember where I was when I heard about it. There was this shitty little corner party store on Military street in Detroit. I used to go there and steal shit all the time. They carried the old Apter mags, used to steal them every month, I never had the money to pay for them. I was nine, went in there and saw that Brody had been killed. That guy was my favorite. Now and then, whenever pops remembered to pay the cable bill, we would watch the old WCCW shows on ESPN, it was always awesome when Brody would show up. I stood there and stared at that magazine cover......I read the story, and I couldn't believe it.......I just stood there and stared. Something changed.......I never stole another Apter mag, never bought one either. It was bizarre, as shitty as things were at home, as hard as it was when Patrick died, none of that seemed.......I don't know......real? But here was Brody, a guy I idolized, a guy too big, too bad, too crazy to die.......and he was dead. <They again sit in silence for a few minutes. Jack pours another drink> MHJ: When I thought Edra was dead, I finally wondered if I had gone too far. I have done a lot, A LOT, of terrible things in my career, and for the most part, I wouldn't apologize for any of them. We wanted to send a message to Power, that she had made the wrong choice, that she was going against her nature. We knew we had hurt her, but when they said she was dead....... <another long pause> S: But Jack, she's not dead MHJ: No, she's not. Lucas, you have kids? S: None that I am aware of MHJ: Me either. You know, you don't think about things. All of the people I have hurt.......those are someone's kids, someone's parents, someone's loved ones, but that never registered. To me, they are nothing but sacks of blood and bones standing in my way, keeping me from getting what I want, trying to hurt me, so I have to hurt them, by any means necessary. It's always been like that, Fire says its some kind of dissociative disorder......something like.......we don't think of those we hurt as humans, but rather objects. Take the humanity away from them and hurting them is no different than punching a wall S: You are aware that that is NOT the slightest bit healthy, right? MHJ: Yeah. Maybe. But it is what worked. Got us through a lot. But now.........seeing the look in LD's eyes? S: I haven't seen Billy Dee that mad in a long time MHJ: Yeah, but it wasn't just the anger, there was something else........pain. S: That IS his daughter MHJ: That's what I mean. Neither of us can relate. I mean, the closest I can come is when something happens to Fire, and even then, that's more anger, more of a desire for revenge than........pain. <Stank and Jack both sit back for a moment, Jack offers Stank a cigar, he takes it and lights it while Jack pours two more drinks> S: So what now? MHJ: So, now, I respect Billy Dee's wishes and I don't murder Alex S: Murder? MHJ: You know, thinking back, yeah......I kind of felt like this once before.......you remember what started my feud with Alex? S: You beat him for the Intercontinental title MHJ: And then he kidnapped and tortured me. And you know.....I was pissed, like SUPER pissed, but then when he did that to Fire.......I was pissed and......something else. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't save her from it, all I could do was try to kill him because of it. S: Jack, LD is going to gut Alexander Darling. He trapped his daughter in a cage and beat her to within an inch of her life, for not other reason than to send a message. I've never seen LD this mad, it's scary. MHJ: <looking Stank in the eyes> You, LD and Chloe are family. Whether Miranda likes me, or approves of what we do, or not, that makes her family too. Alex fucked with one of my family. It is taking all I have not to fucking kill him. Not beat him down, not send a message. Straight. Up. Murder. <Stank sits back in his chair and takes a long drag on the cigar and stares at Moose. After a long silence, Stank speaks> S: When my nephew died, I wanted to burn the world down. Everything. Scorched earth the whole fucking planet. It didn't seem fair that some people can get away with shit they shouldn't get away with. I was in a real, real dark fucking place for awhile, but then I realized something......the world has a funny way of correcting the wrongs of people, you may call it karma, or whatever, but in the end, shit works out like it should. I believe that with Alex..........and, as much as I hate to say it.......with you <Moose just stares at Stank? S: You said it yourself, you have done some shitty things, and maybe the karma is your insistence that you are going to die in the ring, I don't know. What I DO know is this......Alexander Fucking Darling and the rest of Royalty are going to get theirs. They just took a shit on karma, and karma is not going to fucking be happy about that. I don't know when, I don't know where and I don't know who, but at sometime, somewhere and by the hand of someone, Royalty is going to SERIOUSLY regret that they did this. <Jack finishes his drink and snubs out his cigar> MHJ: You really believe that, don't you? S: I do MHJ: <getting up> well I fucking hope that I am there when that happens, nothing would make me fucking happier than to see that little fuck get what he deserves, even better if I'm the one doing it. C'mon Lucas, let's head back to the arena <Stank nods and finishes his drink and he and Moose leave as we fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:18:33 GMT -5
* Hours later, Stank concludes his run at one of San Juan's more secluded beaches. He stops and takes in the view as he wipes sweat from his forehead with a wrist band. He checks his heart rate then sits on the sand in a shaded area, resting his arms on his knees as he closes his eyes and listens to the waves ebb and flow. He does this for several minutes, meditating without feeling sleepy. He feels good and in the best shape of his life. His phone chimes informing him of a text and waking him from the moment. He pulls it out and looks at the display showing that it is from LD Williams on his way to the airport. Stank wakes the screen and begins to reply to the text when he notices someone standing over him. He looks up and sees that it is Firewoman.*
Stank - You following me? FW - No. I just saw you sitting here. Stank - Christ woman. How in shape are you? You don't look like you ran out here at all. FW - I was just headed toward the arena. Stank - What? You're staying out here? FW - Somewhere close. Stank - Royalty kicked you out, huh? *Stank starts tapping his reply to LD*FW - Lexie. Stank - Well you had to figure that might happen. FW - I don't really want to talk about it. Stank - Fuck. Neither do I. FW - Stank - How long have you standing there? FW - Couple of minutes. I didn't really want to disturb you. Stank - You're not disturbing me. FW - So... you've forgiven me? Stank - I'm surprised you give a shit. FW - Well OF COURSE I give a shit, Lucas! Otherwise I wouldn't have asked. Stank - There's nothing to forgive. You did what you felt you had to do. FW - No I didn't. I just went along with it. Stank - In either case... it is what it is. FW - *Sigh* I hate it when people say that. *Stank looks up at Firewoman, then pats the sand next to him.*Stank - Sit down, Lisa. *Firewoman glances down at the space next to Stank, then sits silently without protest.*
Stank - I heard your speech last Mayhem and I just want you to know two things... one... I never hated you for what you Moose and your husband did. I didn't agree with it. I fucking hated what happened to Stan... but I didn't hate you. So you didn't catch heat from the whole company. In my mind you didn't take the fall, and I think I can speak for Billy Dee in this case as well. FW - Stank - Two... I'm proud of you. I'm glad you've decided to stand on your own. I mean I wasn't mad at you for your part in the plan to save the OOWF. If anything I was mad at you for what you did afterwards. Fuck... joining Royalty??FW - He's my husband. Stank - I fucking know that and trust me when I say that I don't really give a shit about that. You clearly love him. Who the fuck am I to stand in the way? ... but you joined Royalty, motherfuckers who revel in being the douchiest douchebags who ever douched a douche. FW - Well I'm not with them anymore. Stank - And I couldn't be happier. I'd hate to see you catch hell from Billy Dee after what they did to his daughter. FW - I've done worse. Stank - We both have... ... ...but we weren't obnoxious about it. FW - Is that where we draw the distinction? Stank - *sigh* Not really. *Stank and Fire sit silently for a few minutes enjoying the ocean air. The occasional female local wanders by. One, or two, actually ask Stank for his autograph. After the third stops by without addressing Firewoman, she speaks.*FW - You're popular. Stank - I speak the language. FW - I speak the language. Stank - What can I say? Ladies Love Cool James. *A few more moments of undisturbed silence roll by.*
FW - ... Stank - ... FW - OOOHH! LL Cool J! Stank - That was like an hour ago. FW - It's only been a few minutes. Stank - Not for me. When I'm out here... everything just fades away. *They sit a few more moments in silence. Eventually a local couple walks onto the scene and make a beeline for Stank once they recognize him. They politely ask him in Spanish for a picture. Stank rises to his feet and they take several selfies, one involving Stank putting the guy in a mock headlock and another where the female is up on Stank's shoulders as if about to receive a Stank-U. They all laugh accept for Firewoman who is ignored for the most part and before they leave Stank reminds them in Spanish to buy his T-Shirt. Stank then seats himself back down next to Firewoman.*FW - Why aren't you a face, again? Stank - It's possibly because of my uninhibited lust for hurting people. I do admit that your time in Royalty has helped my merch sales considerably. FW - Don't these people watch the show? I'm not with Royalty anymore. Stank - I don't know. Maybe they are Saints fans. FW - I don't really care. Stank - *grinning* Yes you do. FW - Yes I do. *They both laugh and sit in silence for another minute.*
FW - We used to run together. Stank - Correction... You used to force me to run with you early in the morning. FW - And look at you now. Stank - Yeah. I have to stay in shape to keep up with motherfuckers like Dre motherfuckin Gaines. I guess all that healthy eating all that other natural bullshit you had me doing helped too. FW - And you kept up with it. Stank - Dre motherfuckin Gaines. It ain't like it was when I was his age and I could get by only on beer and natural talent. So yes, I kept up with it despite your absence. FW - I didn't want to be absent. Stank - It's fine. A distinction I can make between me and your brat shit prince is that no matter how much you might piss me off, no matter how disagreeable... I will always have your back... whether you want me to, or not. *Fire just stares at the waves, tightening her lips to suppress emotion.*
FW - I didn't ask you to. Stank - You don't need to ask. FW - Stank - By the way I'm certain the rest of the Saints feel the same. FW - Even Chloe? Stank - ... no. FW - Stank - But she will always follow your brother's lead... so... FW - Right... Well... it's getting dark. Stank - You go ahead. FW - Stank - I'll see you in the morning. FW - 4:30 Stank - FW - Stank - ... ... Gotdammit. *Fade* |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:21:03 GMT -5
*Stank starts to leave the beach and The Murphys are in his face* St: Here to run interference for Dre Gaines? Dee: Your fight with him is your business. We like him, we are rooting for him, but we won't interfere. St: So you are here because? DK; We feel the same way about Miranda that you do. We care much less about title shots than we do about getting payback on her behalf. We will inflict pain on Royalty. St: OK, but why are we talking? Dee: LD isn't returning his Momma's calls, so she asked us to ask you to pass on a message. St: OK Dee: *OOWF TV censors everything she says* St: She said that? Dee: Well, I toned it down a little. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:21:27 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams enters the arena to find SFJ#47 waiting for him.** LDW: "This is...convenient." SFJ#47: "How is she?" LDW: "She's awake. Beyond that we'll have to see." SFJ#47: "A lot of people are pulling for her." LDW: "My daughter's made a lot of friends here. Miranda asked me to thank everyone for their gifts and well-wishes. She'll be in touch when she can." SFJ#47: "How are you holding up?" LDW: "About that... Over the last decade, I have become - by my own doing, most would say - the conscience of the OOWF. Being the voice of reason for some, drawing lines in the sand for others, and occasionally acting as the hand of vengeance for the company. This situation...is none of those. Alexander Darling, Rory Albright, Christian Carter, and Alexis Darling...they attacked my daughter... This is about standing in a hospital room as they tried to stabilize her...watching my wife cry silent tears because she refuses to have her daughter woken by sobs...convincing my mother that murder isn't the answer. Taking all of that into account, I want to announce that I am putting my career on hold." SFJ#47: "...You are?" LDW: "I spoke to the board of directors today, and starting this week my career will consist exclusively of wrestling Royalty. One of the four of them will be getting in the ring with me every week until such time as their no-contact clauses end or they do. Hands off for everyone but your opponents? I can do that. Which leads to my second announcement. In the unlikely event Royalty survives to Hell on Earth, I am officially volunteering to be the second member of Matt Folz's team. And rest assured Royalty, when you get in the ring, it won't be with L.D. Williams the living legend. It won't be with the man who's done everything in this company. It will be with Miranda Williams' father.And he is going to kill you." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:22:30 GMT -5
We see Matt Folz leaving the gym when SFJ 12 comes up to him. SFJ12: Matt, what's your reaction to what Alexander Darling did? MF: I'm shocked SHOCKED..... that there's gambling going on in this... excuse me, that Alexander Darling acted like a douchebag. Listen, the motherfucker can pull all the legal maneuvers he wants. Eventually I am going to get my hands on all of them. SFJ12: Anything to say to your opponents tonight? MF: Wrong place, wrong time. It's nothing personal rookies, but I have a lot of excess anger and energy and no other place to put it except for this match. Matt walks away as we..... FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:25:37 GMT -5
Stank and Firewoman are returning from their run.S: I swear this used to start at 5:30 FW: Yes, well, Dr. F is easing off some medications and it's got my sleep schedule a bit wacky. But, at least I'm sleeping more often than not. And it's nice and quiet where I'm staying, so that helps. S: Where ARE you staying? Before Firewoman can answer, they see LD Williams finishing up with the reporter.S: Oh good, let's go see how Miranda is doing. FW: Um, okay-- Firewoman hangs back a bit as Stank goes to see LD. That gives the SFJ an opportunity to stop her. Without warning the OOWF Promo Banner drops behind Firewoman.SFJ47: Firewoman, care to comment on the loss of your Intercontinental Championship to May Muyo at Madness? FW: Not really, but since you all will hound me until I do, I guess I must. Mai won. End of chapter 1. Tonight is a new page, a new chapter, a new match. SFJ47: Mai seemed to take offense that you thought it would take her more than one match to win the championship. FW: Amazing isn't it? I told her as long as it took, and some how she twists it into ... *Fire takes a deep breath* ... no, I'm not going there. I can only control myself, not other people. If she chose to believe that was some sort of slight, well, that's her problem, not mine. You know what IS a slight? Telling me you're GIVING me a rematch. Everyone knows Wrestling Rules around here. I get it automatically....Mai...you're not GIVING me anything, so quit putting on airs about how gracious you're being. Because when I win tonight....and I WILL win tonight....I don't actually HAVE to give you one. SFJ47: No offense, Fire, but what makes you think you're going to win? FW: Look, we're all saddened and shaken by what Royalty did to Miranda, Mai included. Emotions are running high. That's one area where my particular set of mental health issues gives me an edge, since I can easily discount things that don't serve me, and getting all weepy over-- Fire's words are cut off by a very quick, fast, and angry LD Williams who charges at her. SFJ47 barely has enough time to get out of the way, and LD pins Firewoman against the wall, forearm to her throat. Stank is following behind yelling at him to stop.
S: Billy Dee! LDW: Did you know? DID. YOU. KNOW? FW: What? What? LDW: What Royalty planned to do? DID YOU KN-- FW: NO! NO! I didn't, I swear! Firewoman may actually have a look of fear in her eyes. Stank tries to pry LD Williams back.S: C'mon, man, she LEFT Royalty. LDW: Mighty convenient timing, that...Did you leave because you didn't want to participate? FW: No... LDW: Or is it yet another typical Quinn move...positioning yourself so you have some plausible deniability until you wait and see what pans out? How did you put it just now..."Discounting" things? FW: No....Please.... S: LD, back off! LDW: How do I know, Fire? How do I know you aren't distancing yourself just so you can be the cavalry to turn the tide right when Royalty is on the ropes? FW: I'm not.... Stank finally succeeds in pulling LD off. Fire slumps against the wall, rubbing her throat.FW: I swear, LD...I didn't know, and I'm out of Royalty....for good. LDW: You better be telling me the truth. Otherwise it won't matter where you're living these days, I'll find you. FW: Look...Alex-- LDW: Don't even THINK about defending him to me. FW: I'm not...it was out of line. LD storms off. Stank looks at Fire who nods that she's okay, and he goes off after LD. S: Hey...HEY...c'mon man, Miranda is like a sister to Fire. LDW: That doesn't help. You've seen how Moose and Fire treat each other sometimes. S: Look, man, Fire didn't even fight back...when's the last time you saw her let someone do that. She's telling the truth. LDW: Or she's just as good a liar as she's always been. Williams keeps walking. Stank shakes his head, and then slowly follows. |
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Post by firewoman on Sept 14, 2018 15:26:12 GMT -5
*Matt Folz walks into his locker room and is startled to find Ghosthead standing in front of his wife Jaime with his back turned. She looks past Ghosthead's shoulder and locks eyes with her husband*MF - What the f- *Jaime holds up her hand cutting off Folz's words. Ghosthead turns his head, looking back over his shoulder at Folz.*Jaime - I'm okay. He just came to talk. Ghost - Indeed. MF - What is it? You want to talk strategy? Last I checked I am your partner for tonight. Not my wife. *Ghosthead turns around completely and faces Matt Folz, revealing a solid black oak bokken in his hands.*Ghost - This crusade you have against Royalty... they will use her to get to you. MF - That's MY concern, not yours. Ghost - Not so. It is my concern as well since I will be joining you on this endeavor. MF - What? You? Why? Ghost - Isn't it obvious? MF - I mean... yeah I get it, but... you always struck me as a... loner. *Ghosthead grins.*Ghost - I am whatever I need to be. I brought your wife a gift and am willing to train her in its use. MF - Uh... Ghost - It will not take long. *Ghosthead turns and hands the bokken to Jaime Folz who gingerly takes the weapon from Ghost's hand. She studies it, admiring the ornate etchings on the scabbard.*MF - ... thanks? *Ghosthead walks toward the exit past Matt Folz.*Ghost - I will meet you in the ring where we shall vanquish our enemies. *Without further incident Ghosthead leaves, as the camera fades to black.* |
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