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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:00:24 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Woonsocket, Rhode Island
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Stank vs. Donovan Viper
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] F. Fonzworth MacCappington vs. Firewoman
Triple Threat Tag Team Title Match[/u] Phantos & Lucios vs. The Heels vs. The Midnight Sons
OOWF Onslaught Championship Beat the Clock Match[/u] Eric O'Mac vs. The Dead
Triple Threat Match for a World Title Match Next Week[/u] Capellan vs. Ecosystem vs. LD Williams
Davin Moreland vs. Voltage Blitz vs. The Nerve Agent Moosehead Jack vs. Chris Cole Seamus McNasty & Damon Wrath vs. IHOP Alexander Darling vs. Outback Jack Firechild vs. Ryan Hardcore Bunny vs. Carl From Fresno
card subject to unexpected snowfall
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:01:04 GMT -5
**Rabbxt is sitting in his closet, still in pain from the beat down he suffered from the DEA.**
Rabbxt: I hurt. My life sucks. Nothing is worth living for. I cut my wrists. I enjoy pain. Death is better than life. I'm sick of dealing with bullshit. And now my best friends have turned on me. But that isn't enough torture for me, is it? I don't even get a match next week! I'm not that bad of a guy. I mean, some people obviously have problems with me, but that's on them. I'm not sure what I did to piss them off, but what did I ever do to piss the bookerman off? I'm not so hurt that I can't try to compete out there. I'm not the toughest guy in this business, but I'm tougher than a lot of people make me out to be. This doesn't fly well with me, man. This sucks. This life sucks. All I want is a match next week. I don't even care who it's again. Jobber Voltage? I'll take it. Stank? I'll fucking take that, too. I'll get the shit kicked out of me, but I'm fine with that. A simple match next week is all I want and I'll be a little bit more happy with this fucked up life that I've been living for the past 21 years.
**Rabbxt gets a chill and notices some water and ice dropping from the small hole in the ceiling of his closet.**
Rabbxt: Is that... I think it is! Unexpected snowfall? This is really odd.
**Rabbxt stands up and runs up the wall and flips and grabs onto a pipe hanging from the ceiling of his closet. He pulls himself up into the hole and looks around to see what else is up there. He drops down to the floor holding a ball of white fluff. He unfolds the furry ball of fuzz to reveal a full-size bunny suit, complete with bunny head.**
Rabbxt: What's this? This is pretty tight, actually...
**Rabbxt procedes to put the bunny suit on.**
Bunny: Holy shit. This is bad!
**Fade to black.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:02:32 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is buttoning up his shirt and finishing getting dressed in the Run DLP Locker Room, presented by Aquafina he leaves his Living Quarters, presented by Starwood Hotels and heads into the main room, where Phantos and Lucios are still in their ring gear, and are in an arguement*
P: But WHY?!?!
L: I told you WHY; I couldn't take the blatant cheating anymore. Besides, we still have the Championships.
P: Yes, but we lost the match!
L: So?
P: SO??!?! That makes us no better than them!
L: Maybe they just needed a taste of their own medicine.
P: You're acting so differently...Hey Davin. Why are you dressed up?
DM: I have an appointment.
L: Now? It's like 10 O'Clock!
DM: Well, the person I have to see is still around, so I gotta go before we all pack up and go to Woonsocket.
P: It's like, less than an hour from here.
DM: Whatever. You guys need to chill the fuck out by the way. They're the Heels. They cheat. That's what they do. You'd better get used to it.
L: It's not right.
DM: No, it's not right; but it is what it is. I gotta go.
*Davin leaves and walks down the hallway until he reaches the door of GM the Rick. He knocks*
GMtR: Come in, Davin.
*He comes in*
DM: Boss.
GMtR: Davin?
DM: Where do I start?
GMtR: Listen, I know it's a lot to ask of you...you don't have to do this. I can always find someone else I guess.
DM: You could, but it wouldn't be who you wanted. Listen, Rick. I've seen a lot of shit over the last month that has really opened my eyes about the way things are right now in the OOWF. I am behind you 100%, and anyway I can help you, I will. This is part of that.
GMtR: Well, good. Thanks. You need to sign this first before you can get started. Basically it piggybacks your current contract; but this part of your position that you'll be doing now, you report to me, and ONLY to me. That's explicitly spelled out in the language of the Contract.
DM: Good. That's how it should be, don't you think?
GMtR: If things are gonna go down like I think they are? It has to be.
*Davin signs the contract*
GMtR: Ok then, tell me what you know; and we'll see if we can come up with any ideas...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:03:00 GMT -5
**Sexy Female Journalist #27 catches up with L.D.Williams.**
SFJ#27: “L.D., You’ve been relatively quiet since being eliminated from the OOWF invitational. With everything that’s happening here in the OOWF, what’s going through your mind?”
LD: “Everything that’s happening…well that’s just it, isn’t it? I blink and all of a sudden I’m on-side with the Heels, I’m sitting in on meetings with Bennett, who still hasn’t made me an offer, and the best friend I have in this company is taking a walk. It’s been a busy week.
But, let’s see if we can’t catch up. First things first. Cole, love me or hate me, you can’t deny I call it like I see it. You beat me fair and square. Despite the fact that we don’t see eye to eye on, well, anything, there’s no shame admitting I lost to the better man. Just don’t expect the same result next time we meet.
Davin, seriously, shut up. I’m not Moose’s puppet any more than Dead is, but I may have to kick your ass just so I don’t have to listen to you whine any more.
And Stank, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Champ. Have fun slumming with Viper for the time being. When you get bored, I’ll give you a real challenge.
Who else? Oh yes, Firechild. Flame, you talk a big game. You might even be able to back it up. But saying that Moose is the only one who can outlast you and Thim is the only one who can outwrestle you? You might as well paint a target on yourself son. Any time you want to test your little theory, you know where to find me.
Oh, and Moose…If you recruit the Bunny, I’m siding with Rick.”
**L.D. pauses to consult a mental list.**
There, I think that’s everybody.”
SFJ#27: “Any words for the Midnight Sons?”
LD: “They have a win over kz. There is no greater praise than that.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:03:20 GMT -5
(A heated discussion has broken out in the hallway)
Glaw: Do you honestly think your underhanded tactics will improve things?
Mel: You call em underhanded, I call em good business. We came out of last weeks' show unscathed
Hale: YOU did, Mel
Mel: I can charge more to the wrestlers with none the wiser. That'll add some quarters to your Xbox jar, right?
Hale: I-
Glaw: He's bribing you! Don't listen to him
Hightower: Mel's right. Thanks to the possibility of being fined, the wrestlers are starting to back off. This is a safer work environment, who cares how we got here?
Glaw: you're ACCEPTING This corruption?
Hightower: Bennett made him the Senior Referee, we get our work done in the ring, and rules are being established and enforced. Sounds like something you've WANTED to do but wouldn't go forward with it, Glaw.
Glaw: I've spoken to Rick in the past-
Mel: Look where THAT got you
Glaw: This is still corruption no matter the benefits
Hightower: Only because you didn't get it done?
Glaw: At least I'm not a lackey
Hightower: No, but you played favorites in the ring- do I gotta look that up for you in the handbook?
Glaw: How DARE you-
Barros: guys, can't we all
Glaw/Hightower: SHUT UP ROOKIE
Barros: (quiets)
Glaw: You're going to stand here and insult my integrity
Hightower: you did it to the whole ref corps, our turn now
Glaw: Speaking for your "Master"
Hightower: OH no you di- (shoves Glaw)
Glaw: !!! (charges in)
Barros/Hale: (try to break things up)
Mel: (counting punches) oh yeah, this is more like it.....
(the brawl tumbles into Bennett's office.....)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:03:41 GMT -5
Firewoman is at the airport, getting ready to board the plane for the Arnold Fitness Exposition in Columbus. She's flipping through the latest issue of OOWF magazine, perhaps planning her interview with them, or planning on how to get out of it. She is approached by Corporate Lackey Journalist #1 and the Ninjacam 3000
CLJ1: Firewoman, if we can have a moment of your time before you take off....
FW: Hey, Alexis did hire you back. With a raise, I trust?
CLJ1: Yes. She called it hazard pay, because....um....
FW: Because you'd have to work with me?
CLJ1: Well, yeah....
FW: Ha! Awesome. Whatcha need, Biff?
CLJ1: Well, you're now partner-less. What made you turn on Rabbxt?
FW: Did you even watch the same match? Once again, Rabbxt cost me the win.
CLJ1: How do you figure that?
FW: He had the win set up, but didn't see DH coming at him from behind. Rabbxt's no slouch, if he had been able to avoid DH, he wouldn't have tapped. It all goes back to what I tried to tell him. You have to keep your head in the match, and not get distracted. I told him the next time he fucked up a match, that was it. But that was too much for his Mountain Dew-enhanced brain to comprehend. Too much caffeine fucks you up just as much as too much coke.
Heheh...you can ask Davin about that one. [Firewoman laughs] He'll never look at a coffee cup the same way again.
CLJ1: So...in two meetings with Spin, the reason you've lost has been your shoes, and now Rabbxt?
FW: Yeah, that's about right. Besides, now that I'm free of him, I have a title shot. So I probably owe the little rodent a debt of gratitude.
CLJ1: This will be your first match-up with F. Fonzworth McCappington. He's a lot bigger than you are.
FW: Who isn't?
CLJ1: And he's got a whole army of wrestlers with him usually.
FW: I grow weary of this...your point?
CLJ1: It just doesn't seem like a good situation for you, 'sall.
FW: Well, Mr. Negative, there's a reason we actually WRESTLE the matches instead of just letting pseudo-journalists like yourself determine the ending. Anything can happen. Everyone has a weakness, and usually more than one. And I will find Mr. McCappington's, and I will use them. Might not work this time, but it will work the next.
A voice comes on the intercom, indicating that boarding has started for the flight
FW: That's me, Skif. Have a good weekend, and see you Monday.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:04:03 GMT -5
Phantos and Lucios are relaxing in the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room. They are taking a rare break from film study and are enjoying a couple of 1-liter bottles of Aquafina.
Phantos: Man, things are getting weird around here
Lucios: It's wrestling, alliances change, people come and go.
Phantos: Yeah, but Tommy is doing something for Rick, and he isn't even mad about losing his title.
Lucios: He'll come around. I personally have thought he was too good for the Onslaught Championship for a while now. He needs to move up and give Stank a run for his money.
Phantos: That'd be AWESOME World Champion and Tag Champions together, kinda like the old days of Evolution
Lucios: (throws his empty bottle at Phantos) NEVER compare us to anything Randy Orton was involved in. The Four Horsemen would be a better analogy.
Phantos: There aren't four of us.
Lucios: Not yet.
Phantos: What? Who's joining us.
Lucios: No one yet. Doesn't mean Davin's and my eyes aren't always open.
Phantos: Blitz? Cole? Capellan? Firechild? Who?
Lucios. Shut up and go play on the trampoline.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:18:43 GMT -5
**Bunny is sitting in his closet, pondering the upcoming MidWeek Mayhem card.**
Bunny: So I got myself a match. I guess crying and bitching is the way you get what you want around here. If I was bookerman, that would get your ass fired before it got you a match. But it all works out for the best. I get my match and the event gets me.
**Bunny looks around him.**
Bunny: You know, I hate to admit it, but this place is a dump. The roof's leaking, there's a hole in it, pipes hanging down, brooms falling all over me, a fucking 13 inch television monitor. And it ain't even in color! I can't believe I used to put up with this shit.
**Bunny stands up and dropsaults the door down, then leaves his closet and walks through the hallways.**
Bunny: Let's see if I can find a halfway decent room in this shit hole for me to call my own. Those two less-than-flippy guys had a tight room. Trampoline, pool, Wii... Speaking of Wii, I wouldn't mind dropping in on the wee ones. See how it's going.
**Bunny stops at The Nerve Agent and Blitz's locker room and walks right in.**
Nerve: What the hell are you... Who the...?
Bunny: Calm down, ass clown. I'm just an old friend of yours, dropping by to see how things have been going lately.
Nerve: They're going fine. Now get out.
Bunny: Hostility, man. Don't push me out, yet. I ain't done catching up. Where's your buddy at?
Nerve: What buddy?
Bunny: Your other half. What's the guy's name? Starts with a B...
Nerve: He's not my partner, anymore. You would know that if you paid attention to what goes on around here.
Bunny: I pay attention to what matters to me. You? You don't matter. Blitz? He's not even on my radar.
Nerve: Look, man. Just tell me who the fuck you are and, actually, tell me why you're wearing that ridiculous costume.
Bunny: Ridiculous? You don't even know what ridiculous is, prick. What's ridiculous is not firing someone who cuts a promo once a month. That's fucking wack.
Nerve: Dude, just shut up and tell me your name.
Bunny: The name's Bunny.
Nerve: Bunny? Never heard of you.
Bunny: I'm the one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon, hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin'.
Nerve: I'm... Not following... Are you saying that you're going to jump off a cliff and land on your hands? That makes no sense.
Bunny: Since when do I have to make sense when I talk?
Nerve: If you don't make sense, how am I supposed to know what the fuck you're here for?
Bunny: Look, any man plannin' to battle will get snatched out of his clothes so fast, it'll look like an invisible man standin'.
Nerve: So you want a fight? I think I can beat up a guy decked out in full bunny attire.
Bunny: You act up and I'm throwin' you down a flight of steps, then I'm throwin' you back up 'em.
Nerve: I think I've heard this before, actually. On the radio. I wasn't too fond of it, to be honest.
Bunny: If they don't like the track, fuck 'em. The rap struck 'em harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on.
Nerve: Can you seriously just shut the fuck up now? You're getting on my last nerve.
Bunny: Aw, how cute. You made a pun. You're so talented!
Nerve: Fuck you, man. Don't you have better things to do than trying to rap battle with me, while ripping off someone else's lines?
Bunny: In fact, I think I do.
**Bunny hits Nerve with a lightning fast superkick. Nerve collapses to the ground.**
Bunny: Never say that you're not fond of Eminem. You fuckin' you suck and are banned.
**Bunny leaves Nerve laying on his floor and leaves the room. He stops when he gets to the next room. He looks in and sees Blitz on a bed, getting attended to by the medical crew.**
Bunny: Well, well, well. Look what we've got here.
Medical Crew Member: Please, sir... Or, animal? What is this?
**Bunny throws a hard left hook and knocks the medical crew member the fuck out. Another crew member walks over to reason with Bunny, but Bunny jumps up and hits a high dropkick to the face of the crew member, sending him down to the floor with a bloody nose.**
Bunny: Don't even try it. Hey, Blitz. What's going on, man? Having a good time getting the shit kicked out of you by a guy who cuts a promo once a month? Oh, wait. You're the same way.
Blitz: Who... Who are you? God, my head is killing me.
Bunny: That spill you took out there last night didn't look so good. Try jumping further next time. It helps, trust me.
**Bunny turns around to walk away. He gets to the door and turns back around, runs towards Blitz's bed, then hops into the air about six feet before crashing down with a double foot stomp on Blitz's chest. He jumps off of Blitz and heads for the door.**
Bunny: Don't try to flip if you're just going to fail.
**Bunny leaves the room and continues to walk down the hallway. He sees the doorway to the DEA Luxury Suite.**
Bunny: I regret those days. I hate to say it, but it's a good thing that they kicked some sense into me last night. I could still be sitting in there, taking orders from that Darling dick. And what was I even thinking when I agreed to be in a tag team? Let someone else steal my spotlight? God damn, I was stupid.
**Bunny continues to walk down the hallway until he reaches a door, cracked open. He peaks into the room and sees no one in it. He walks in.**
Bunny: Nice, nice. This could work. The TV could go there. A couch would look tight right about here. Throw some pictures up over there, on the blank wall. This is great. I just need my Mountain Dew supply and I'll be set.
**Bunny leaves the empty room and sets off towards his closet.**
Bunny: Just looking at this place makes me sick. How could I let myself live here? Let's see. What all do I need to take with me? Mountain Dew, of course. But what else?
**Bunny looks around and grabs a sheet of notebook paper, a thumbtack, and a black Sharpie.**
Bunny: This'll work for now.
**Bunny grabs his Mountain Dew and heads back to the empty room. He arrives and tacks the sheet of paper onto the outside of the door. He writes "Bunny" on it with the Sharpie, then steps inside and closes the door.**
Bunny: Well, that was a fun little adventure. I'll have to do it again some time. One thing that I always wonder about, though... Why is it that Nerve and Blitz are always the ones getting beat up on? Oh, well. They're just fun to mess with.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:19:23 GMT -5
[The Heels are seen walking into the Woonsocket Community Center and Fire Hall, carrying their bags with smirks on their faces and old school tag team titles over their shoulders. They stop as they notice Run DLP flapping their yaps on a nearby television.]
JA: [laughing] It is what it is? That's the best he's got?
AA: That's standard babyface fare, Johnny. You know that. What's he supposed to say? That they're a bunch of badasses and that they're gonna kick our asses cause they don't like it? Hell no. Cause that would by lying, and you and I both know the good guys never lie. They ain't gonna do shit.
JA: Well, yeah. Hey, speaking of badasses, I think we need an adjective in our team name. I mean, it kinda seems naked without, ya know... [looks around and whispers] ...chickenshit in the middle of it.
AA: So what are you thinking?
JA: I don't know yet. The Badass Heels? The Shitkicking Heels? The MF'n Heels?
AA: Hmmmm... we gotta work on that. Something else we gotta work on, lunch. Come on...
[Johnny and AA walk off and the shot fades out... then back in as TH walks back into the shot in front of a familiar sandwich cart]
AA: Ya know, we need a sponsor for our locker room, too.
JA: I think we can take care of that here, too.
AA: Naitch??
JA: Naitch!!
[Flair pops up from beneath the counter]
RF: ALAN! JOHNNY! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
JA: Long time, no see, buddy. How ya been?
RF: HOW'VE I BEEN? MY BEST CUSTOMERS WALK OUT THE DOOR AND YOU ASK HOW I'VE BEEN??
AA: We didn't walk out. We were fired.
RF: FIRED MY ASS! I KNOW HOW IT WORKS! FIRE YOU! YOU'RE ALREADY FIRED!
JA: We know, we know. Look though, Naitch... we're back.
AA: And we even brought the belts. We need some grub, partner! Just like old times.
RF: WHATCHA NEED, BIG DADDY??
AA: One of them big clubs I like on the wheat bread... ah fuck it, make it regular bread. One of the big ass ones.
JA: I just want a salad, Ric.
RF: SALAD FOR JOHNNY! AND A BIG CLUB FOR YOU, FAT BOY! WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!
AA: What'd you just say?
RF: SALAD AND A BIG CLUB! WHOOOOOO!!!
JA: No, no... what'd you call Alan?
RF: FAT BOY! WHOOOOOOOO!!!!
AA: Fat boy?
RF: [calming down] Ya know, Fat Boy. Just like old times. WHOOOOOOO!!!
AA: Oh, okay...
[Flair pulls the meat out of the cooler and begins to make the sandwich. Johnny walks around the side of the cart.]
JA: What about my salad?
RF: I'm gettin to that. One thing at a time.
JA: Like when the girls ride Space Mountain?
RF: YOU GOT THAT RIGHT! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[Flair begins dancing behind the counter and breaks into a strut... and AA WALLOPS HIM FROM BEHIND! Johnny and AA put the boots to Flair, who's already bleeding. Johnny tires to pull Flair up, tearing his shirt in the process. JA holds Ric, and AA slugs him stiffly int he gut, then The Heels toss Flair over the counter and out into the open floor. AA grabs a handful of meat and stuffs his mouth as he comes around the back of the counter. Johnny stiffs Flair with a kick to the face, then slams a plastic chair over his back. AA pulls Flair up by his thinning hair, gives him the bad mouth, and DDT's him on the concrete floor with a sickening thud! What a couple of ingrates! Johnny and AA look down at a beaten and bloodied Nature Boy, grab their stuff and leave, making sure to raid the cart before the walk off.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:19:54 GMT -5
<the referee’s crash through the door into LJ Bennett’s Administrative Suite, they all quickly get to their feet and try to regain their composure. They look down to the floor when they realize Moose and Bennett are staring at them>
LJB: Gentlemen, you are a little early for your appointment.
Creech: Well, we were uh….
LJB: No need to explain. Now, what can I do for you?
Creech: Glaw is pissed because you made me the senior referee, and he is threatening to go to GM the Rick. Mr. Bennett, clearly a division among your referees would be detrimental to the OOWF
LJB: Well I think the only fair thing would be to let Mr. Glaw state his case. Mr. Glaw the accusation against you was that you were showing a bias toward a particular wrestler. What do you say to this?
Glaw: It is completely untrue.
<Moose laughs to himself>
Glaw: <clearly offended that Moose would question his integrity> And Moose, what would you call this? Clearly Bennett is trying to stack the deck in his favor.
MHJ: Bennett's making sure things are fair for ALL performers
Glaw: You deserve no such luxury
MHJ: isn't that what got you in trouble in the first place? You’re awful judgmental aren't you Glaw? Considering the lengths you went to ensure "justice" for Crete
Glaw: The law is absolute and you have done nothing to honor it
MHJ: nor have you
Glaw: How DARE you !
MHJ: I broke the laws in the open for all to see, you preached law for everyone, then practiced something all together different. that makes YOU a hypocrite
Glaw: I follow the law to its last letter, if only to stop bullies and hooligans like you and Creech
MHJ: you followed the law to the last letter that benefited you, beyond that, you bent the rules every bit as much as I did
Glaw: What I did was justified, even Takaken understood...... (voice trails off)
MHJ: understood well enough that your web of lies and deceit caused him to run away from the OOWF? You humiliated him, I should thank you for that
Glaw: (glower) my work had nothing to do with his decision.... the Heroes Guild had finally brought peace to this company
MHJ: peace? at what price? You call what is happening now peace? You sold a man's dignity for your own pride, and a few moments of "peace". face it Glaw, without your help, I could never have run Crete out of here.
Glaw: NOW YOU WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE….
LBJ: Gentlemen. Let’s keep this civil. Mr. Glaw, the charges against you are quite serious. Should these charges be pursued, they could be taken before the International Referee Association. If found that you engaged in impropriety, you could lose your referee’s license and be permanently barred from officiating matches.
Glaw: But I…..
<Bennett holds up his hand>
LJB: Let me finish. I am willing to drop the matter, and seal the documents. The case will be closed. That is, if you decide to support my decisions regarding GM the Rick and the OOWF
Glaw: That’s blackmail…..
LJB: Call it what you like. I am making you an offer in exchange for your loyalty. You are free to refuse.
Glaw: But then I could lose everything…
LJB: The decision is yours
<Glaw is silent for a moment, then hangs his head and walks across the room and stands behind Creech>
LJB: Excellent. Now Mr. Hale, did you have anything to say?
<Hale stares wide eyed at what is going on>
Hale: Uh, no, um nothing right now.
LJB: Mr. Barros?
<Barros glares at Bennett and does not say a word>
LJB: Well then gentlemen, I think we are done here. If you have any other concerns, feel free to contact me.
<The referees all leave and once again Angel Barros remains behind and is about to walk out the door when he stops and closes the door and turns to face Bennett>
Barros: What you’re doing is wrong. You are dividing a company to avenge a perceived wrong.
LJB: Perceived? Mr. Barros, I was in line to be the GM of this company after Ecosystem. When he quit I was never give a chance. So I tried to do my own thing and create another company, and Rick made sure that would fail as well. I did everything I could to make that successful and he….
Barros: Not according to Stank
LJB: THAT STANK IS A DAMN….
MHJ: Hey, calm down Bennett. Mr. Barros, this is something a long time coming. Rick has been slowly losing control of the locker room for years. Now just happens to be the right time to strike.
Barros: This will never work. The others will rise up and….
MHJ: cut the head off the snake?
<Barros doesn’t say a word, he stares hard at Moose for a moment, then turns and leaves the room>
MHJ:<looking at Bennett> And you tell me to keep MY cool?
LJB:<rubbing his temples> Look, he just irked me. The good thing is this we appear to have one more referee on our side, that is three out of five. Now on to other things. One, I need you to ask LD if he will stop by. I believe I may have taken it for granted that he will side with us, and I would like to make sure that he is on board by his own volition. Two, you need to go talk to Stank. The Midnight Sons, and the rest of Drink & Destroy for that matter would be a welcome addition.
MHJ: Wait, why do I have to talk to Stank?
LJB: Because he clearly won’t talk to me.
MHJ: And you think he WILL talk to me?
LJB: It’s worth a shot. And there is one more thing to take care of.
MHJ: What?
LJB: You should talk to Darling.
MHJ: HA! Wait….you’re serious? Why the hell would I want to talk to him?
LJB: He DID call you out in a promo.
MHJ: You know damn well I have bigger things to worry about than Alexander Darling.
LJB: Alexis was offended because I had you here when I talked to her.
MHJ: And I really don’t give a shit if she was offended. I am here, she needs to get the hell over herself.
LJB: The DEA could be a valuable ally….
MHJ: The only one I give a shit about in that little group is Firewoman, SHE would be a valuable asset to our cause. Darling and his sister haven’t proven a damn thing here in the OOWF yet.
LJB: They have an impressive resume from Japan
MHJ: This ain’t Japan
LJB: Look, I get what you are saying, but if we don’t at least extend the olive branch to them, all it does is push them toward Rick.
MHJ: Moreland and Darling working together? Yeah that’s not going to happen.
LJB: Look, at least consider it. I am not saying kiss either of their asses. Nothing wrong with talking to them though, I can talk to Alexis again, and you can talk to Alexander.
<Moose gets up to leave>
MHJ: I’m not promising a damn thing. I have a match against Cole, supposedly he wanted the match to “teach me a lesson” for taking out Cap and interfering in the match. <looking at the Invisible Ninja Cameraman> Well I have news for you Cole, I shit kicked you once when you got too big for yourself. You started throwing out orders to me, Williams and Reynolds, and we left you lying in a pool of blood. You want to go again? That’s fine with me. I don’t give a damn about your past with 3Piece Set, I don’t give a damn that you were the longest reigning world champion ever. I don’t give a damn that you have “found” yourself and have seen the errors of your way. The fact is this Cole, the only thing you are going to find this week, is yourself in a world of pain and misery. When I am done with you, you will craw back to Seraph in whatever cave he is living in.
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:20:19 GMT -5
*LJ Bennett is shown sitting, alone, in his Adminstrative Suite when he (and the camera) hears a knock at the door.*
LJB: Come in.
*In walks Onslaught Champion and self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment God Eric O'Mac. Eric O'Mac, sporting a black eye, throws his title over his shoulder.*
E: Do you have a minute?
LJB: Certainly. Come in, have a seat.
*Eric shuts the door and takes the seat Moose usually occupies.*
LJB: What's on your mind?
E: Well, I'm just a bit frustrated with the way things are going.
LJB: Please explain.
E: Well, Mr. Bennett, I feel like I haven't been given, you know, any credit, for what's going on here. After all, it was I who had the idea of chaning things up. It was I who presented the idea of getting rid of Rick, who's own biases is sinknig this company. But instead of me leading this cause, you've got Moose doing it. What gives?
LJB: Eric, I assure you that you are a VERY integral part of our plan. However, Moose is in a better position to get people on our side. It's nothing personal against you. I realzie that you think you got screwed over during your first run in the OOWF. I realize that you want revenge against Rick and the rest of the OOWF, and beleive me, I will make sure that you get what is yours. However, we have a situation that you may need to help us out with.
E: What situation.
LJB: You're friends with The Darlings, correct?
E: Yes.
LJB: We're trying to get them to be a part of our side, however, early meetings have indicated that they have not gone so well.
E: As I'm aware.
LJB: Perhaps you can talk them into it?
E: I can try. You have to understand that they really don't like Moose. Something to do with their days in Japan. It's a complicated situation. But I know Alex and he can definetely help out our cause. The guy has masterful mind.
LJB: As evidenced by your Onslaught Title win.
E: All me and him did was take advantage of Davin Moreland's rules.
LJB: That you did.
E: And I think it's quiet telling that when he loses the title, all he does is bitch about how he got screwed. And then he starts kissing Rick's ass like he's some kind of hero. Let me state it right here, on the record: Eric O'Mac did not screw Davin Moreland. Alexander Darling did not screw Davin Moreland. Davin Moreland screwed Davin Moreland. And although Davin Moreland has now claimed that the belt I hold proudly is now worthless, it's still more than Davin currently has.
LJB: That is also true. However, your fight is no longer with Davin Moreland. At least for the time being.
E: I realize that, which brings me to my next question: Why am I facing the Dead this week?
LJB: He feels wronged by what you did at the pay-per-view and he wants a fair shot.
E: He had a fair shot. Twice.
LJB: And those matches went to no contests. Under your stipulation, there is none of that.
E: You have a point. But Dead and I are suppose to be on the same side.
LJB: When it all comes down to it, yes, we want you to be able to work together. For the time being, I see no reason why a competitive match would do any harm.
E: As long as it's entertaining.
LBJ: If you say so.
E: OK, so you want me to talk with the Darlings.
LJB: If you are able to, however, I'm afraid Moosehead Jack is already on his way to speak with one of them.
E: You don't want to alienate them. They have impressive Japan resumes, and if there time in the OOWF has proved anything, it's that they see what they want and they get the job done.
LJB: Duly noted.
E: Thanks for your time. Try and take advantage of my services a bit more often.
LJB: Anytime, Eric. Good luck.
*Eric O'Mac takes his title and walks out as we fade to black.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:20:42 GMT -5
(We cut to inside the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room Phantos and Lucios are watching match tapes on the Sony Multimedia Center
Phantos: What about that there? He does that alot.
Lucios....
Phantos: Hello! Luc! This was YOUR Idea.
Lucios: Sorry partner. I just had an idea. I'm going to go talk to someone. You wait here.
Phantos: Why? You never take me ANYWHERE anymore!
Lucios: I need to have a insightful conversation with some of our opponents. I don't want to get my head bashed in because of your smart mouth.
Phantos: Makes perfect sense. See ya!
(Lucios takes a long drink from his Aquafina bottle, removes his Sprint PCS Championship Belt and walks out the door.)
(Time elapses)
(We see Lucios opening the door to the Destroyitarium. Spin Hansen and DH Magnusson are seated at the bar and notice the intruder.)
DH: You got alot of nerve walkin in here buddy.
Lucios: I realize that.
Spin: You realize we're sitting here planning your demise.
Lucios: I wouldn't expect anything less. I just need to talk to you, Spin specifically.
Spin: I ain't got anything to say to you.
Lucios: Then just listen. I'm not making any threats. I'm here alone. You two could easily decide to tear me limb from limb and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it.
DH: Any reason we shouldn't?
Lucios: Let me say my peace and I'll leave.
Spin: Alright.
Lucios: As far as my partner and I are concerned, you two should have been facing us last week instead of toying with Fire and Rabbxt. This week should be Midnight Sons and Team Aquafina again. Because of Bennet's 'special amenities' in The Heels contract, they got themselves shoehorned into championship matches that they clearly haven't earned.
Spin: If you're here on a recruiting trip for Rick, you are clearly wasting your itme...
Lucios: (holding his hands up) All I'm saying is Help us take The Heels out of the match first, then you two and Phantos and I can have another tear-the-house down match.
DH: Why? We could just take you out and then beat The Heels ourselves.
Lucios: You know better than that. We took each other to the limit for 7 straight matches. You're fooling yourself if you think that would be easier. (turn to Spin) Look, You can stay hung up about the past, and stew in your own juices, or you can live in the here and now and do whats best for you and your partner. If it's left up to Rick, you two are the number one contenders, hands down. Bennett brought The Heels in for a reason He gave them your championship matches. I'm offering you a chance for that rematch you never got.
(Spin sits quietly.)
DH: (glancing at his partner): You said your peace. Leave or get thrown out.
Lucios: I understand. See you in the ring.
(Lucios walks out and we fade to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:21:15 GMT -5
**Bunny is in his locker room, pacing back and forth.**
Bunny: Carl From Fresno... Carl From Fresno... Carl... Fresno... From...
**Bunny stops pacing when he hears a knock at the door. He looks through the peephole before opening it.**
Bunny: What do you want?
Interviewer: Answers.
Bunny: Answers to what? I haven't even done anything deserving of a question.
Interviewer: You beat up Nerve and Blitz.
Bunny: I did? Oh, yea! I totally forgot about that. I guess their importance is so minimum that my actions towards them are forgotten after only a few hours.
Interviewer: Now that you remember, why did you do it?
Bunny: Why not? They don't matter nothing. But really, it wasn't a pre-planned thing. I decided to drop in on the duo and see how things have been going between them lately.
Interviewer: You know that they're feuding with each other, right?
Bunny: What's it matter? Who cares about either one of them? Who cares who comes out on top in the end? No one. They could both drop off the face of the earth and no one would even notice. Now, back to what I was saying before you jumped into my sentence. I dropped in on Nerve, just to see how thing's were going. He got an attitude and put up a fight, so I dropped his ass.
Interviewer: Do you care to explain the situation with Blitz?
Bunny: Not particularly.
Interviewer: ...
Bunny: Alright, fine. I finish off Nerve and drop in on Blitz. This little meeting may have been a little bit more planned out. You seen his match, right?
Interviewer: The no contest with Nerve? Yea, I watched it.
Bunny: Then you saw Blitz's pathetic attempt at a gainer off the top. Fucker came up short and got himself tripped up on the guardrail. Slammed his face into concrete.
Interviewer: He had to jump real far. I don't know many people who could've made that jump, let alone trying a gainer over it.
Bunny: If you can't do it, don't even try. That was a disgrace to all of us guys who are actually capable of pulling off spots like that one. In fact, I'm going to prove that I can pull off that spot. Next week. I've got a match with Carl.
Interviewer: Coolname?
Bunny: Is he from Fresno?
Interviewer: No.
Bunny: Then it ain't him. But back to me. You can trust me when I say that I'm going to hit Mr. From Fresno with everything that I've got. He's better off tapping out to an STFU than trying to survive in the ring with me.
** The interviewer laughs.**
Bunny: What's your problem?
Interviewer: I'm sorry, man. I just can't keep a straight face with you saying that he would tap to the STFU.
Bunny: You're lucky you had a good reason to laugh. Anything else for me?
Interviewer: Yea, can you show me a flip?
Bunny: Pick your poison.
Interviewer: I like...
**WHAM! Bunny kicks the interviewer's face in with a superkick.**
Bunny: I need some furniture up in this biotch.
**Bunny grabs paper and a pen and starts jotting things down to get for his new locker room.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:21:42 GMT -5
[The Nerve Agent is in his locker room recovering with his run-in with Bunny, and watching him answer the interviewer.]
Damn, what a prick. I'm gonna teach him a lesson...but first..
[The Nerve Agent gets up and walks out of his locker room. He walks down the hallway a little way, then stops at a door. He doesn't even bother knocking, but instead kicks the door in.
Blitz is still layed out on the floor, where Bunny left him, along with the medical crew.
The Nerve Agent walks over to Blitz's semi-conscious body and turns him face up.]
TNA: Fuck you!
[He stomps on Blitz face a few times, then stands back and does a standing shooting star press onto his limp body.
He turns away and walks out, and walks up to a door with a piece of notebook paper with sharpie on it and walks in.]
TNA: And you, prick. You think I don't matter? I'm gonna kick your ass to show you how wrong you are.
Bunny: You wouldn't beat up a guy in a furry bunny suit would you?
TNA: Why not? Fuck 'em.
[The Nerve Agent goes for a superkick, but Bunny dodges and flips behind The Nerve Agent and hits him with a forearm. TNA turns around and hits Bunny with a right fist. Dropping him to the ground. Right away, as if nothing happened, Bunny kips up and runs at TNA, who moves out of the way, and trips Bunny up. As Bunny is on the ground TNA does a corkscrew senton onto him, stands up and hits him with a standing shooting star press.
He gets up, turns around and walks away, but before he leaves he turns around and says, "Oh, and by the way, Eminem sucks!" then slams the door.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:23:14 GMT -5
*We are in GM the Rick's office, where GM the Rick, Erlana and Davin Moreland are all furiously completing paperwork*
GMtR: Well, that's all the preliminary stuff.
E: Thank God.
DM: You talk?
E: There's a lot you don't know about me.
DM: That just happened.
GMtR: Well, at least I'm caught up anyway. I've still got this backlog of TPS reports I have to get to; but I think I can handle it. Erlana - you should go home.
*Erlana Bounces without saying anything*
DM: Are you sure you're all set?
GMtR: I didn't say that.
DM: Well, what then?
GMtR: It's time to recruit.
DM: You know, for the most part, these people don't like me.
GMtR: That's why they'll listen. So, we should probably see where we stand and go from there.
DM: Well, Cole already said he's with you. Me. Phantos and Lucios...is that really it so far?
*GMtR sighs dejectedly*
DM: So where should I go first?
GMtR: Well, why not go to the top?
DM: Lucas?
GMtR: Yeah. Might as well hit them all while you're there.
DM: Stank will be pissed if I don't talk to him first.
GMtR: All right then. Get the hell out of my office.
*Davin Leaves*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:23:35 GMT -5
**Bunny watched Nerve walk out of the locker room. He kips back up to his feet.**
Bunny: Tisk, tisk. That little line that I said about not beating up a guy in a bunny suit... That's totally out of character for me. You want to throw fists, I'm not going try to stop it. Just be happy that I'm not hurt. At all. In fact, I'm better than ever. I got a reaction out of you for the first time in ages. And if you're up in arms about me saying that no one cares about you, check for yourself, man. Ask around. No one in this cares about you. There's a reason you and Blitz were known as Job Squad 2K8 to the boys. And there's a reason you two are feuding. Who else are you going to feud with? No one wants to get into it with you or your little friend because they know that they'll be carrying the story all the way home. Really, man. Drop the act. Keep it real. Frontin' gets you nowhere.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:23:53 GMT -5
[The Nerve Agent sees Bunny's little advice on a monitor in the hallways]
TNA: Haha. Coming from a man in a bunny suit, that means nothing to me. Jesus, that's funny.
Actually the reason I'm feuding with Blitz is because, we were a team, we're not anymore, and I don't like him. And as for nobody caring about me or liking me around here...what about you. Everyone hates you.
That's all I have to say.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:24:13 GMT -5
**Bunny sees Nerve's little thing on the new 32" color TV in his locker room.**
Bunny: First off, this TV is perfect for me. I don't see why Fire needed that 80-something inch plasma. But that's beside the point. You can laugh all you want, Nerve. But you ain't got nothing on me. But, hey. Don't put words in my mouth. I didn't say that no one likes you. I said that no one cares about you. Ask anyone in the business this question and they'll give you the same answer. Is it better to be hated or is it better to be not cared about? Obviously, being hated is the better option. Basic wrestling knowledge, Nerve. Study it, learn it.
**Bunny hears a knock at the door and looks through the peephole.**
Bunny: Rad. The moving guys are here with my new furniture. Cut it.
**Cut to black.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:24:39 GMT -5
**Moosehead Jack approaches L.D. Williams in the hallway.**
MHJ: “Bennett wants you to drop by.”
LD: “What for?”
MHJ: “He wants to make sure you're on our side.”
LD: “We’ve been over this. I’m on your side, not Bennett’s.”
MHJ: “Same thing.”
LD: “Not to me.”
MHJ: “What the hell is your problem? You were in the PHWF too. You were the number one contender. You lost as much as anybody when it folded.””
LD: “True.”
MHJ: “So why aren’t you down with this?”
LD: “Because I don’t see how having Bennett in charge will be any different for me than having Rick in charge.”
MHJ: “Bennett’ll take care of you.”
LD: “By the sound of it, he’s promising to take care of a lot of people. I have no problem watching your back, but right now, this is just politics. Bennett is recruiting anything with a pulse. It’s all about numbers. And I will not be a number.”
MHJ: “You don’t want to be on the wrong side of this. Sooner or later, if you’re not with us, you’re gonna be against us.”
LD: “Eek.”
MHJ: “Funny. Just go talk to Bennett.”
**Moosehead Jack walks away, leaving L.D. looking thoughtful.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:25:03 GMT -5
<Moose walks back to LD in the hall>
MHJ: Look, LD, I know people think I throw it around too much, but you know damn well that you are the ONLY man in this locker room I really respect. I am not going to blow smoke up your ass. Bennett knows you are the future of the OOWF, I have told him as much. And trust me when I tell you this, the second it gets to be bullshit, I walk.
LDW: Moose, I told you, I have your back. I am not some corporate lackey, neither of us are, which is why I am so surprised that you are so hell bent on this. What is this all about anyway? Because Rick tried to make an example of you?
MHJ: That’s part of it. The rest of it? That will come out when the time is right. I am not about to tell you what to do, just give him a listen.
LDW: I won’t say no, how’s that?
MHJ: fair enough
<just then Eric O’Mac comes down the hall and pauses with Jack and Williams>
EOM: Gentlemen
MHJ: Eric
LDW: Mac
EOM: So I just met with Bennett. I believe all of us are on the same page?
LDW: Oh really?
MHJ: LD is taking his time. But I THINK you and I are Eric
EOM: you think?
MHJ: What’s your deal with the Darlings?
EOM: Aahhh that. Like you said Moose, its nothing but business. Were you on your way to talk to Darling?
MHJ: Yeah, I guess
EOM: Tell you what. Let me take care of that. You got off on the wrong foot with the Darlings, they could both be a worthy asset, but they are also just as stubborn as you are. A meeting with you…..especially if Alexis is there…..would not help things at all.
MHJ: Fine with me, I didn’t want to talk to Darling anyway.
EOM: What is it about him you don’t like? He’s sneaky, deceitful, underhanded, and pretty tough in the ring. Seems like everything you would want in an ally?
MHJ: Something about him. Something tells me he is not all he claims to be. It doesn’t matter, if you want to talk to him, feel free. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have to go talk to Drink & Destroy.
LDW: You want me along?
MHJ: Nah. I need to do this one solo. Lucios got it right, if I go in there solo they will know I am not there for trouble. If KZ shows up, well, who knows.
<Moose leaves Eric and LD and heads to the Destroyitarium. Moose gets there and walks through the doors and walks right up to Stank>
Sta: What the hell do you want?
MHJ: You got a minute?
Sta: Lemme guess, you are going to claim that YOU got me this title and some how I am in debt to you?
MHJ: No Stank, I’m not. You were right. We both got what we wanted that night. You won the title, I got Crete as an ex-champ and a disgraced hero. I am not going to insult you and tell you you couldn’t have done it without my help.
Sta: Then what the hell do you want?
MHJ: I want you to reconsider Bennett
Sta: Fuck him and fuck you
MHJ: Look Stank, I don’t know what was said, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care. If you think you got where you are because of Rick there is nothing I can say or do that would change your mind.
Sta: I didn’t get to be the world champion by accident. Rick gave me the opportunity…..
MHJ: You are partly correct. Remember Bennett is the man at the top. When it was discussed someone had to green light it. Despite whatever was said, that was Bennett.
Sta: So, now I am supposed to kiss his ass?
MHJ: Nope. Just letting you know that whatever was said between you two was in the past. At least hear what he has to say.
Sta: Yeah, I don’t think that will be happening.
MHJ: Well, that’s your decision, I have to talk to Spin and Magnusson
Sta: About what? I told them we are staying neutral in this!
MHJ: Are they aware that you make their decisions for them?
<Moose leaves Stank and walks over to a table where Magnusson and Spin are talking>
MHJ: Gentlemen, may I?
Spin: Sure
<Moose has a seat>
MHJ: Look, I’ll make this short and sweet. I heard what Lucios had to say about the Heels. The fact of the matter is this, there is no pecking order under Bennett. You want a shot at the tag titles, you get a shot at the tag titles
DHM: Even if The Heels are holding the belts?
MHJ: Even if the Heels are holding the belts
SH: Moose, you know I hate Rick as much as anyone else on this roster, but how can any of us function as a team if you have Dead facing Eric, and us going after the Heels. Rick would be thrilled with that.
MHJ: Look, its this simple. We are a unit, and we watch each other’s backs against Rick and his guys. There is business, and then there are personal goals. You two SHOULD want a crack at the tag titles, no matter who holds them. Bennett is not about to stop you, and the Heels know this too. This is about winning control of the OOWF. Titles can change between us, but the goal remains the same. Beside, if you were to side with Rick, do you really think he would take the same route? You think he would put you two and Phantos & Lucios against each other? Of course he wouldn’t. Given his wish, he would have you against KZ every night, trying to take me and LD out. Rick would sidetrack you in a meaningless feud to keep Phantos and Lucios happy.
DHM: And Bennett wouldn’t?
MHJ: Look, the way its going to work is this, you side up with Bennett, and that’s just it. That means you are there to fend off Rick’s men when needed. Otherwise, you go about your business like nothing has ever changed. Again, all I can ask is that you think about it.
<Moose gets up and leaves, as he is walking out the door he passes Outback Jack coming in>
MHJ: Jack….
OBJ: Forget it Moose, I am staying out of it
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:25:20 GMT -5
[The Dead is sitting in his locker room. He is wearing a black t-shirt with zombies in the background and the words "You are Dead!" in big block letters in the foreground. He looks pissed off.]
Dead: Everyone here is choosing sides. Turmoil is about to boil over and erupt into war. The proverbial battle of good vs. evil is about to commence. You'd think that'd make The Dead happy as hell.
Dead: Truth is, The Dead is not happy. The Dead has spent the past week and a half contemplating the future, the past, the present. The Dead sees a past where he destroyed everyone in his path, including the former Onslaught Champion, Davin Moreland. The Dead sees a future where Rick and his boys are reduced to mere shells of their former selves. Unfortunately, The Dead also sees a present he is not too happy with.
Dead: The Dead sees a present in which he is being pushed aside. The Dead was one of the first to join Bennett, only to see Bennett actively recruit a man who screwed The Dead out of his rightful Onslaught Championship. That does not sit well with The Dead. The Dead sees a present where he is not consulted and someone like LD Williams, who is not even part of this, is relied on instead. The Dead sees active recruitment of wrestlers who will absolutely not join while The Dead is left to sit in his locker room. Not anymore.
Dead: From now on the present and the future will be a little darker, a little scarier, and anyone who tries to stop it will wind up DEAD.
[Fade out.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:25:44 GMT -5
Phantos is alone in the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room. There is a knock at the door. He somersaults off the trampoline and opens it.
Phantos: What the heck!
(the door opens revealing the life-sized cardboard cut-out of Stormy Daniels. Phantos stands slack-jawed for a moment, when sudenly the Stormy cutout smacks Phantos in the face and knocks him to the ground. Johnny Adrenaline appears and proceeds to kick Phantos several times. He drags Phantos to his feet, holding him prone so Attitude Adjuster can blast Phantos in the skull with the OOld School Tag Straps. Phantos collapses to the floor. AA kicks him a couple more times for good measure.
AA: If anyone is getting taken out early this week, It will be you and your dork partner.
JA: Trust Me.
AA (looking @ JA angrily) Since when do we rip off catchphrases?
JA: Since Now?
(They turn to leave and JA is met with a huge SPEAR INTO THE WALL from Lucios, who has just returned from his errand. AA charges in brandishing his belt, and eats BIG BOOT to the face. Lucios grabs Adrenaline and BORDER TOSSES HIM THROUGH THE WALL! AA turns and runs around the corner. Lucios drags his partner into the locker room and shuts the door. AA peeks around the corner and rushes to JA's aid.
AA: Johnny? Are you dead?
JA: Mabey. Help me out of this wall.
AA: I'll try. I think I'm going to have a bruise from that boot to the face.
JA: (Bloodied and struggling to his feet) Shut The Fuck Up Alan.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:26:15 GMT -5
*The DEA Luxury Suite*
Looking around the room is the typical scene within the suite; Alexis is over at one of the desks working at a computer, but she’s got a darker look to her today than she normally has. Alexander is relaxing behind the bar pouring himself a drink and listening to his headphones and Hayden is over on the couch watching some television. Alexander finishes making himself a martini and takes the headphones off.
Alexander Darling: Hey sis, Hayden…you girls want anything to drink?
Alexis Darling: Jack & Coke, light on the coke. Thanks
Alexander looks over at his sister and doesn’t like what he sees, but he just nods and starts getting the JD out. He looks to Hayden to see her response.
Hayden Panettiere: You know I can’t. I just turned 18 and I don’t need to be the next Brittany or Lindsey.
Alexander: Just one…to celebrate the week we’ve had and I won’t tell if you don’t tell.
Hayden: I bet. I guess I’ll have something sweet or something. Surprise me.
Alexander: Ya trust me that much?
Hayden: Why wouldn’t I? Wait a second…should I?
Alexander: Of course you should. So, why don’t you come over here and we can do our weekly interview since we only have like 2 left with each other.
Hayden: Sure thing boss man.
Hayden turns off the television and grabs some things she needs for the interview before looking around the room. Over in the corner she notices one of the ninja camera men. She snaps her fingers and calls him over as they walk up to the bar. Hayden takes a seat as she waits for Alexander to walk over to Alexis to give her the drink she asked for. As Hayden looks over, she notices Alexander give his sister a squeeze on the shoulder and he gets a very serious look on his face. That look is gone though by the time he gets to the bar.
Hayden: Wanna tell me what that is about to get started?
Alexander: Not really, but I will. Just not yet.
Hayden: Fair enough. Why don’t we get started with the big news of the past week; Eric O’Mac has signed on as a partner of The DEA and Rabbxt has been tossed aside. Can you tell me why you decided on both of those and how having Eric as a co-partner here will work exactly?
Alexander: Let’s start with the Bunny bitch. From day one here, it was obvious I didn’t like him and I sure as hell didn’t appreciate the way he went about things. He was a concession I made to get Firewoman into the fold. It was only a matter of time before she realized that Bunny was holding her back and she’d figure out the right move to make. And Bunny never fit in here…he’s a pussy and always will be.
Hayden: Actually, he seems to have taken on a nasty side recently.
Alexander: The bunny-suit having Rabbxt is as much a pussy as the flippy Rabbxt and as much as the Jack Evans wannabe Rabbxt. He’s beating down bitches like The Nerve Agent and Blitz. Who here hasn’t done that once? Meanwhile, he gets beat down like a bitch on Wednesday and still hasn’t dared utter a word about myself, Firewoman, or Eric. I gotta give him credit for that. At least he’s not a dumb pussy.
Hayden: Speaking of Eric…would you care to explain the deal with him from your end? We know what he got out of it; partnership in a premier group and the Onslaught title. What exactly did Alexander Darling get from the deal
Alexander: What I get out of the deal first, was I accomplished a goal of mine. I got the Onslaught Title off of Davin Moreland. He can act like it doesn’t faze him, but deep down it does and that’s what I wanted to accomplish. Secondly, bringing Eric into the mix brings one of the best wrestlers in the world into The DEA.
Hayden: But what about his co-partner status within the organization? What if you two disagree on something…such as this Bennett and GMtR situation?
Alexander: The fact is, co-partner may not be the correct term to use here. What Eric is, is an equal partner to myself. And what that means is his opinion is as valuable as mine, but if it so happens where we are deadlocked on a decision, we each control 49% of the vote, so to say.
Hayden: Which would be only 98% of the decision if I’m understanding correctly. Was it in Firewoman’s contract to control 2%?
Alexander: No, but here is the thing. This has been and will always be a Darling controlled entity and if it ever winds up being a power struggle between myself and Eric, a situation I highly doubt, Alexis will be the deciding factor.
Hayden: Well, that is mighty intriguing Mr. Darling.
Alexander: Did you just call me Mr. Darling? Is everything okay?
Hayden: I’m just trying to be professional give me a break.
Alexander: Professional cheerleader right?
Hayden: Shut up you. Why don’t we talk about last week’s match now?
Alexander: What is there to talk about? I went in there like I do every week and proved myself against the best that the OOWF can throw at me.
Hayden: It didn’t look good for you early on in that match. Care to explain what was going on.
Alexander: As you said earlier, it was a big week for The DEA and I let myself lose focus for the briefest of moments. Something that will not happen again. But the fact is, I still won. I know people like to throw out that I haven’t accomplished anything in the OOWF, but I would like to know who else has come in and within their first 2 months in the company put down 3 former World Champs.
Hayden: Three?
Alexander: Yup, in my brief time here I’ve pinned Moosehead Jack, Donovan Viper, and made Canadian Dragon tap like a bitch. My “record” may be 4 wins against 4 losses…but let’s take a look at that a little closer. I just mentioned three of the wins…all former world champs and then there was the Jerusalem, New Zealand World Champ, Kiwi Joo.
Hayden: I believe that was Kiwi JOE.
Alexander: Whoever, he lost. Another victim. And now let’s look at those 4 losses. I lost a match because that has-been Chris Cole is a bitch and quit to Moreland. A match that I should have won except for a misunderstanding between myself and Eric. A misunderstanding that directly caused two more of my losses. See, once Eric and I realized that Davin’s rules allowed the first submission to be declared the winner, I personally came up with the plan to ensure The DEA’s place within the OOWF.
Hayden: Your plan with Eric goes back that far.
Alexander: Yes, my plan with Eric goes back that far. Does anyone really think TNA and Blitz could ever compete with the two best pure wrestlers in this company. Give me a fucking break. The world is as stupid as Davin Moreland if they think that is the case. And then I “quit” a week ago to ensure the completion of my plan. So as you can see, three of my so-called losses are a complete joke.
Hayden: And the fourth? I believe that was to LD Williams in the invitational.
Alexander: Yea, there is that isn’t there. There’s not much to say there. Williams flat out beat me. Didn’t shock me as he’s the toughest S.O.B. around these parts. But if that match happens next week, there’s no doubt in my mind I could beat him.
Hayden: So, you think you’re better than LD Williams.
Alexander: That’s a tough question Hayden. You always have to think you’re the better wrestler than whoever you step in that ring with and if I ever did get the chance to dance this dance with LD again, damn right I’m gonna think I’m better than he is. He will do the same against me. All I know is there’s not a damn person in this company, Stank, Viper, MacCappington, Capellan, anyone I think is as good as Williams or myself. And that’s not taking anything away from those guys, but they aren’t the best of the best.
Hayden: I notice there are two specific names absent on that list.
Alexander: Who?
Hayden: The two Jacks in the OOWF…Outback and Moosehead. Why is that?
Over behind Hayden we see Alexis has shut her laptop and turned to face Alexander and listen to his response. Alexander notices this before he starts speaking;
Alexander: First of all, I have no issues with Outback Jack or anyone in Drink & Destroy really. It does look like there is some internal friction over there and if anyone, including DH Magnusson or Spin Hanson, ever feel like having a discussion with myself regarding their future, that would be great.
Hayden: What are you saying? Are the Midnight Sons on The DEA’s radar?
Alexander: Talent is always on our radar. And in my opinion, there isn’t a more talented tag team in the OOWF right now. But if they caught fighting amongst themselves and get caught playing second or third fiddle in this upcoming war, it wouldn’t be a benefit to their careers. If they ever considered the option, all I know is they’d have the full support of our Agency and they’d be the ONLY tag team that matters to us.
Hayden: Ya know, you just mentioned it and it doesn’t seem the be the biggest topic in the hallways here. This “war” between Bennett and his soldiers and Rick and his boys seems to be getting closer and closer to the ignition point. I know Alexis had a meeting with Bennett recently and as a direct result of that, you’ve had some harsh words for one of Bennett’s leaders, Moosehead Jack. Any further comment?
Alexander downs the rest of his martini and takes out two shot glasses. He pours some Saki in both and looks at them for a moment. He walks out from behind the bar and takes the two shots over to his sister. He hands her one and they clink glasses and say silently to themselves, “Kazoku.”**
Alexander: Mr. Bennett made a mistake in his meeting with Alexis. Whether or not he knows isn’t the issue and it’s also not a mistake that couldn’t be fixed, but the fact is before I stepped foot in this company, I had never even heard of Moosehead Jack…but it seems more and more that he knows a lot about myself, about my sister, and about our history. And normally, that’d be fine. Getting to know about the new guy is the smart move, but playing mind games when you truly have no idea how they’re going to react is just moronic.
Hayden: What are you saying?
Alexander: Somehow, someway…Moose knows about things that are better left in the past and if he wants to scare or intimidate us into joining his little crusade against Rick, he’s going about it the entirely wrong way. I’d have no issue working with Bennett, but Moose has made that a lot harder than it needed to be. Cause as much as I HATE Moreland and Cole, if Rick offers me what I want…who’s to say I won’t take that deal.
Hayden: And what is it that you want exactly?
Alexander: Right now, number one on that list is Moosehead Jack in that ring. One-on-one, no DQ…he wants to play mind games with my sister…let’s see how he handles facing someone who won’t back down from him.
Hayden: Don’t ya think that’d cause an issue within Bennett’s group?
Alexander: Not according to the bullshit they’re spewing. Fighting amongst yourselves is good for morale in their warped view. But it doesn’t matter, because Moose will never agree to it. He’s the definition of all talk. He talks and he talks and then he talks some more. Most of the time he’ll use a light bulb because he thinks it’s supposed to be scary and then he’ll spout off a trust me at the end like anyone in the world doesn’t laugh at his cookie cutter promos.
Hayden: But Moosehead Jack has accomplished…
Alexander: Jack has the same problem that guys like Chris Cole have. The past is gone and forgotten. Guys like them are stagnant and they’re worried that they’re going to lose their place in this business and will do anything to hold on with all they’ve got to their fading glory. And that’s why Moose will never have the balls to accept my invite to meet in the ring. He knows that if he dares step foot in the ring with me, he’ll see that I am the future of this company and he’ll realize it’s time to step aside and let guys like Williams, Eric, even fucking Moreland, and myself step up to take the torch.
Hayden: If you have such an issue with Moose, how do you feel about Eric being so vocal about his allegiances to Bennett and by proxy, Moose.
Alexander: Eric is his own man and can do as he pleases. But he needs to realize he signed on with The DEA and before he made this decision, it was something that should have been discussed internally first. And the next time I see him, it will be discussed and we’ll figure out the next move…as a team.
Hayden: Is there any…
As Hayden is speaking, the door to the suite opens up and Eric O’Mac walks in with the Onslaught Title hung over his shoulder.
Hayden: Ha, speak of the devil…
Eric O’Mac: What? Why are all of you looking at me?
Alexander: It’s nothing much E. Couple of things I wanted to talk to you about though.
Eric: No problem Alex.
He looks at the two Darlings and sees the serious, dark look on their faces.
Is everything okay?
Alexis: Like you would fucking care.
Alexis storms out of the main room of the suite and into the hallways of the OOWF Arena. Eric looks shocked and takes a step towards the door to follow her.
Alexander: Don’t. At least right now. She needs some time.
Eric: What the fuck is going on?
Alexander: We should talk about your friend Moose and then I should tell you some of what happened in Japan.
Eric: I’m listening…
Alexander: In a second, let me finish this up with Hayden.
Alexander turns back towards Hayden and the camera man, Still rolling? Good, This past week was just the first of many great weeks for myself and The DEA…this upcoming week we take another step when Firewoman shocks the world and takes the IC Title off MacCappington and I will continue to do what I do and that is make bitches tap. This week, it’s your turn Outback Jack and if you have an issue with it. Too fucking bad. All I can tell ya is,
BOOYAH, Bitch.
As we fade out, we hear one last thing from Alexander as he turns his attention to Eric…I don’t like looking like a fool…
*Fade to black*
**Kazoku in Japanese is “Family”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:27:18 GMT -5
Firechild is sitrting in his old garret room, (having abandoned his Heroes GUild warehouse digs) and while setting up his stuff in his old abode, he comes across his electric guitar (Gibson LesPaul, of course) and his Marshall amp.
He hears a knock at his door, and Chris Cole comes in.
FC- Hey man, what brings you to this neck of the woods, its a big match you've got with Moose this week?
CC- I wanted to say thanks for saying you've got my back, it sure seems to have LDF all stirred up anyways.
FC- Williams can vent his grizzled veteran guts all he wants, he forgets I'm not the punk rookie that he slapped around all those years ago, and if he wants to tussle now he'll find I'm more than a match for him.
CC- I know that, but I just wanted yiou to know it really matters that you choose to front up for me.
FC- Aw, don't get all teary eyed and emo on me now! Grab a beer and sit the hell down. It just seems more than a littlw wierd that were technically on the same side as Stank and Spin...
CC_ Yeah, but I'll need to pass on the beerm, I've got trainig to do - and you should think about it, just cause you beat Hardcore last week, doesn't mean iot will happen easily this week.
FC- Yeah, I know, but I've got some mcuh to do here, and it's all just tune up with Hardcore - I'm just keeping in trim for when I need to murder MacCappington.
CC- It's kinda reassuring ton see that Takaken didn't kill all the vengeful fire in you!
FC- Now THAT will never happen. Anyways, you get off for your session, and I'll get my house in order, just remember that when it all comes down to it, I'll have your back.
CC- Likewise. Seeya later man.
Cole leaves (although he leaves with trwo of Firechild's beers...) and Firechild looks at the boxes of unpacking he has to do, one huge box marked 'GYM' looks at him accusingly. Firechild looks undecided for a moment, the picks up hyis guitar and plugs it in.
da-da-da-da-da-da-dada-dada-dah-dah
He starts strumming away on Die Die Die My Darling by the Misfits/Metallica, and the DEAD sticks his gead through the window and starts headbanging along.
Firechild igbnores him for a second, then smacks him in the face with the guitar and kicks him out the window again. The DEAD lands in a heap three stories down, and starts to get up.
FC- Don't zombies fucking die?
Firechild strikes a match of his windowsill and drops it ontop the Dead, who burst enthusiastically into flames, but no sells them and wanders off in search of other amusement.
FC_ Now that is the damnedest thing....
Ron Simmons - DAMN!?
FC- Who let you in here?
Ron holds up an AAA OOWF pass, then takes two beers and walks out of the flat.
Firechild shrugs, then puts the guitar down, and starts unpacking his gym equiptment when a knock comes from the door. He opens it and there is a Fed-Ex guy there.
FEG- Package for Mr Firechild.
FC- Yeah.
FEG- Sign here.
FC- Thanks.
Firechild opens the package and his face starts to contort with rage...
FC- I'll......KILL....him......
FEG (walking out of the flat, drinking one of Firechild's beers) - don't shoot the messenger.
Firechild slams the door and emits a howl of primal rage, then sees the ninja cameraman who hass been filming all this drinking the last of his six pack of beers.
FC- Don't say I didn't warn you...
NC- But you didn't.....
Firechild kicks the cameraman in the gut, nails him with a DevilDriver on the wooden floor of his flat, then stuffs him into an emptied packing crate full of wrapping paper and polystyrene, sets uit on fire and dropkicks it out of the window. - all of this ios camptured on the dropped ninja-camera.
Firechild picks up the camera and addresses it directly.
FC- MacCappington, the clock is ticking- 66 days to go now. Ryan Hardcore, as you can see, it's not been my best week. I live to drink, have fun and kick ass, and all my drnink is gone, everyone is way to serious right now for fun, so I guess I'm just gonna have to kick your ass, again. You've been warned.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:27:40 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack is in the back with SFJ13-
SFJ13: Moose, Alexander Darling has once again challenged you to a match, claiming it is time for you to put up or shut up, what is your response?
-after a long pause-
Alexander Darling likes to talk. I think he is in love with the sound of his own voice. Darling likes to talk about how nothing I have done in the past means anything. Its all in the past, and yet you list beating me as one of your accomplishments since arriving in the OOWF. Now, which is it Darling? If my accomplishments mean nothing to you, then a victory over me surely means nothing to you as well. You are talking out of both sides of your mouth. The fact of the matter is this, since you got here, a few months ago, you have some nice wins. You have made some noise with the DEA and your little backstage attacks, you managed to pull a fast one beating Moreland for the title. But the fact of the matter is this, you really haven’t done a DAMN thing to warrant the importance you believe you deserve.
I know, I know, you did great things in Japan. You think I am not aware of who you are? You think I don’t know people in Japan who are aware of what you did? It was impressive. But this isn’t Japan. This is the OOWF. I don’t give a shit what people think of you there, here, you are a rookie, you are a guy with a world of potential who likes to run his mouth, a lot.
So Darling, let me let you in on a little secret. I don’t respond well to threats. In all honesty, you are not worth my time. I have Chris Cole to worry about. But you know, something keeps nagging at me, something is eating away at me, and you know what it is? It’s the fact that a little shit like you is trying to make a name for himself off of me.
You’re not the first Darling, and you won’t be the last. You want a match against me because I insulted your sister? Let me let you in on something Darling, that sister of yours better grow a set of ovaries real quick, or she ain’t going to last long in the OOWF. I knew exactly what I was doing when she met with Bennett. I wanted to see how she would react. And now I know. And just as I suspected, seeing her cringe in fear would make your react more with your heart than with your head.
So, I’ll tell you what Darling. You’ll get your match, you get a shot to make a name for yourself. And I don’t want to hear any excuses when you lose. You have bit off more than you can chew, and you can thank that sister for it.
Better yet, maybe I will.
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