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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:28:02 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac is shown walking out of the DEA Suites, slamming the door behind him. He starts walking down the hall way. The Dead sees him walking towards him. The Dead walks toards Eric with a grin.*
TD: You've got a lot of nerve coming into The Dead's territory. I'm coming for your Onslaught Title, Wednesday.
EOM: Fuck off Dead, I'm not in the mood.
TD: What's wrong? Reality setting in for you? Coming to the realization that you can't hide from The Dead any longer?
EOM: Alright Dead, since you won't shut the fuck up, let me give you something to think about! You really think you're worth two shits in the company, don't you? You really think that I possibly could give a flying fuck about what you have to say? I've heard it before. And I've beaten you before.
TD: You needed help...
EOM: Let me start you right there. You're becoming worse than Davin Moreland. Make up all the excuses that you'd like, the fact is YOU LOST! There is NO excuse for losing. But let's put all of this aside for now, because I have no idea what the fuck you're trying to do.
TD: The Dead is going after your Onslaught Title...
EOM: No, Dead, that's NOT what you are doing! You're trying to start shit with me! Look, I don't mind giving you a title shot. I understand your plight, I understand that in 3 Onslaught Title matches, two went to a no contest, and the 3rd I won and you're pissed that you didn't think of my little plan before I did. I understand that, but me and you, we're suppose to be co-existing. Because what is about to go down, it's bigger than me and you , it's bigger than Alex and Moose, it's bigger than anything that's happened in the OOWF before!
The reason you're on Bennett's side is because of ME! I made the phone call to Bennett, it was MY idea to change things up here in the OOWF, and it was MY idea to get rid of that scumbag Rick! Think about that! You've been here, for, what 4 months? Aside from a 9 month sabbatical, I have been here for 4 years!!! I've seen the ups, I've seen the downs, the highs, the lows, and I am fucking sick of the direction this company is headed in! A company where sponsorship takes precedent over winning matches! A company that prides itself on "moral" victories! Fuck that!
Dead, I spent years on the bottom of the totum pole, knowing that I was more talented that the ones that were on top of this company. Watching guys get pushed to the top of the mountain because they had a flashier name or a flashier gimmick. That's what Rick does, Dead. He picks and chooses who he likes and they get to go to the top. And if I had not recognized that at the onset of my return, you think me and you would be fighting for the Onslaught Title? We would be lucky if we were on the card.
So you've made a wise choice in deciding to back up Bennett, but if you think that if Bennett had to choose between me and you, he would choose you, you're kidding yourself. I want you to continue to get opportunity after opportunity. You can challenge me for this belt as many times as you'd like. Bennett said this would be "friendly competition between allies." And that's what I'm intending it to be. If you want to make a huge rivalry out of this, then that would be your undoing.
Good luck, Dead. My stipulation makes life a bit easier because I know that I am beatable. But you're up against two things. Myself and the clock. Can you beat both of us?
I don't think so, but even if you can't, I still want you on Bennett's side. Try and start some shit with me, and you'll be lucky if Rick takes you.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Mr. Bennett. I hope you think about this talk and realize that while I could care less about you, I know you've got talent and you would be a valuable ally in the war against Rick. In fact, I wish *EVERYONE* would shut the fuck up and realize that *NOTHING* is bigger than this upcoming war. Worry about your personal, blood feuds when we're victorious in this war. Try and start shit now, and Rick will win, and we'll be right where we started - looking up at the top.
*Eric throws his Onslaught belt over his shoulder and walks off, while Dead stands there. Fade out*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:28:36 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland wanders into the Destroyitarum in street clothes. OBJ, Stank, Spin and DH are all there, and Spin steps to him*
Spin: What are you doing in here?
DM: *puts his hands up* Here by myself, unarmed. Just came to have a beer and talk.
DH: People comin in here by themselves is real popular lately. Takin lots of chances.
DM: You guys are all fair. That's why. You're not gonna kick anyone's ass unless they deserve it.
Spin: What about your stablemates? Don't you deserve an ass-kicking by proxy?
DM: How? That best-of-seven was an incredible series that could have gone either way. They didn't do anything unseemly to win.
*Spin shakes his head and sits down. Davin sits at the bar where Stank and OBJ are seated*
DM: *to the bartender* Hmm...Foster's.
OBJ: *burrrrrp* That's Australian for "Good Choice, Mate".
DM: Jack, Lucas, how you doin' guys?
S: Fine, Davin.
OBJ: Best as can be expected, mate.
DM: Yeah, this month's photo shoot's gonna suck. I was getting used to those.
S: Nothing lasts forever.
DM: *takes a haul off his can* Well, Lucas, I suppose you know why I'm here.
S: Yup.
DM: You want a sales pitch?
S: Not really. Like I told Moose, no one tells us what to do.
Spin: Except you, apparently.
S: Is this going to continue to be a problem?
Spin: I am NOT doing anything to help that slimy asshole.
S: Do whatever you want, Spin.
DM: Hansen, I don't understand. I mean, sure, the PHWF got folded like the CBA - but it's an accurate comparison. It was the minor leagues, man. It was the OOWF developmental territory, no matter what anyone else tries to tell you.
Spin: You trying to diminish my accomplishments? I'll drop you right the fuck now.
DM: *puts his hand up* No. I'm not diminishing shit. Just trying to give you some perspective is all. If you really think PHWF was some sort of prestigious global company, I'm not gonna stop you.
DH: Let it go Spin...
*Hansen stares down Moreland before letting Magnusson guide him away*
OBJ: Prolly not the best recruiting method there, mate.
DM: Whatever. I'm sick and tired of hearing how the PHWF was something, when it was little more than some backyard indy fed that no one cared about than the people who were in it. Bennett's using it like some damned bargaining chip.
S: I agree with you, Davin; and besides, there's a lot more to Bennett than people know about. It'll come out at the right time.
DM: *exhales* Well guys, here it is. I'm not gonna beg, and I'm not gonna promise you the world. You know what the deal is. Stank, Rick gave you your chance and you've been the best Fighting Champion in OOWF history. Jack, you're one of the best Intercontinental Champs of all time, and brought prestige back to that title. DH, you're in one of the best teams in the company. You win, you get chances. It's not about politics; it's about performance. You guys all know this; and I hate to have to ask, but as I'm sure you all know *hauls off his beer*, shit's startin' to go down, and the lines are starting to be drawn; and by not actively recruiting until now, Rick's camp is coming up a little short. We need your help.
OBJ: Well, mate, as I keep saying; I'll do what Stank does - me and him will be on the same side.
DH: My Partner and I need to talk.
S: Davin, I honestly just want to say out of it.
DM: Lucas, there's no staying out of this. There's no Switzerland. You're on one side or the other. Will you help us?
S: You'll have my answer after Mayhem. I've gotta mull this over some.
DM: That's all I can ask, Champ.
*Davin kills his beer and shakes everyone's hand*
DM: Take care guys.
*Davin leaves to the hallway, and sort of spots a Ninja Cameraman*
DM: Jobber Voltage? I am 50 kinds of pissed off this week, and you drew the short damn straw. May God have mercy on your soul at Mayhem.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:29:04 GMT -5
Stank - Spin!
Sp - Yes?
Stank - C'mere a sec.
<Spin Hansen walks over to the bar.>
Stank - Jack would you excuse us?
OBJ - Not a problem.
<Outback Jack collects his can of Fosters and heads over to the table where DH Magnusson is sitting.>
Spin - Look man, I understand wh-
Stank - Just let me get this out. When you first came to us, Lock and I. You had an agenda. A cause. You wanted to take out Josh O'Neil. Truth be told, Lock was the one who campaigned for that asshole to be on our team. I wasn't completely convinced, but went along with it. Turns out, Josh was totally wrong for us and you were a better fit. Point is you made compromises to become part of Drink of Destroy, to fulfill your agenda, and it worked out great.
Last year I had cause. Ax-Man had made compromises to fulfill his cause. He wanted to take down 3-Piece Set, a group he founded. He joined us and we took them down. Before then Ax-Man and Drink & Destroy had been bitter enemies. We got past that to fight a common foe and won. Then Ax wanted to be world champion and I watched as the Heroes Guild wronged us. Ax-Man and yourself were continuously being screwed out of your title opportunities. Ax got so fed up he left the OOWF and I... I got angry.
So I made compromises. I recruited two rivals to help my cause. Outback Jack and Moose. I brought on Jack because we all know what a tough SOB he is and I felt at the time he would be the most willing to join us. I approached Moose because I wanted Crete to know how serious I was about taking him and his team down. Up to that point, Crete was totally overlooking us. Hell I even offered Moose a chance at the World Title, turns out I had him at Concrete TG. Point is I made compromises. I went to a darker place. I lost a little bit of the fans respect. I lost a little respect with some of the boys in the locker room. But it turns out it was all worth it. I'd do it again in heartbeat... so how can I begrudge you your cause?
Sp - You mean...
Stank - Yes Spin. If you and Mags want to join Bennett. Go ahead. It was wrong of me to try and keep you from doing so.
Sp - Well alright! Thanks man! It's a huge weight off... I mean I didn't want to go against you.
Stank - You, Jack, and Mags, all three of you can go ahead and do what you want. Just don't expect me to follow. I'm not picking a side, but the sides of myself and Drink & Destroy. The only thing I plan on doing is retaining this title by winning matches. THAT by the way is how you get title matches. It's like Davin said. It's all about performance. Don't let ANYONE convince you otherwise.
Sp - Dude I... I don't know what...
Stank - Just know that I'm on your side. That all my posturing of late has been for your protection. This war... this war is about two men's egos. Moose and Rick. Their egos have dragged OOWF into civil war. Davin says there's no Switzerland. I don't care what anyone says. I am staying out of this for as long as I can. I don't have the energy to try and keep Drink & Destroy united with me. I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. I've got Donovan Viper to worry about right now. The rest... the rest will just have to come what may.
Sp - I'm sorry.
Stank - No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put you in a position where you had to choose between Bennett or me and I shouldn't have been arrogant enough to believe you would blindly follow my lead. I just hope Drink & Destroy is still standing when this war is over. Me, Jack and The Midnight Sons.
<Spin raises his mug in salute to Stank then walks back over to his table. Outback Jack returns to his stool next to Stank.>
OBJ - So...?
Stank - The Sons can do what they want. You're not going to hear anything else out of me about it.
OBJ - What about you?
Stank - You heard the recording. What do you think?
OBJ - I think you should play it for Spin and DH.
Stank - No... some lessons we need to learn on our own. I can't be bothered with this anymore. Right now I need to concentrate on beating Viper.
OBJ - Yeah and I got Darling.
Stank - Oh he's a cheeky bastard ain't he.
OBJ - Yeah did you hear his promo earlier?
Stank - No.
OBJ - Sounds like the DEA is making a play for our boys here.
Stank - Gotdammit! Is there anyone who is NOT trying to take the Sons away from us! Make sure you fuck him up.
OBJ - Well if I don't I'm sure the other Jack will.
Stank - What do you mean by that?
OBJ - He's called out Moosehead Jack.
Stank - Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha... trying to make a name for himself, eh?
OBJ - Well he might just do it.
Stank - Yeah... just not in the way he hoped.
<Stank and OBJ laugh together as the camera fades.>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:35:53 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is on his Sprint PCS phone and is leaving a voicemail*
DM: Hi...Capellan...This is Davin Moreland...Um, can you stop by GM the Rick's office when you get a chance - there's something we all need to talk about...there's a...there's some stuff we just wanna run by you. Give Rick a cal or drop by when you get a chance...Thanks, man.
*He hangs up*
*GM the Rick looks up from his paperwork*
GMtR: Well?
DM: This is gonna be a lot fucking harder than you thought. You saw what Stank had to say...he's staying out of it until the end. You're gonna have an awful fucking hard time lining up troops for this Rick. We're already too late it looks like.
GMtR: *sighs* Fuck...
DM: Yeah.
GMtR: What are you gonna do?
DM: Beat the shit out of Jobber Voltage. Get the ambulance ready.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:36:26 GMT -5
"Capellan!" It's SFJ#32B. The one with the natural boobs. "Have you got any thoughts about the message Davin Moreland just left you?"
"Yeah." Capellan looks confusedly at his phone. "Why is Davin Moreland calling me to set up a meeting with The Rick? Doesn't the GM have people to do that for him?"
"Uh ... it's probably about the feud the GM is having with Mr Bennett?"
"Who?"
"... LJ Bennett? Moosehead Jack's ally in his attempt to take over the OOWF? The cause of half the backstage brawls in the last month?"
"Oh. I had noticed there were a few more fights than usual."
"A 'few'?"
"Well yeah, I mean, it's been active, but not like when they destroyed the entire parking lot. Those were crazy times."
"So are you going to sign up with The Rick?"
"Sign up? I already have a contract."
"... have you been paying any attention to what's going on in the Fed? Moose has been been talking about this for weeks."
"Moose is always talking. I stopped listening."
"Well, plenty of other people have been listening ... the Rick's allies seem outnumbered, at this stage."
"Huh. Well, I guess I'll set up a meeting and hear what he has to say. I don't much like the idea of Moose having anything to say about how this place runs." (work that kayfabe! work it!)
"So you will be signing up with the Rick?"
"I didn't say that. I said I'd listen to what he has to say." Cap shrugs, "My focus is the world title belt. If helping Rick means putting that aside, I'll have to think pretty hard about it."
"You know, helping Rick might help you get the belt. I mean, you scratch his back, he -"
"No."
"Huh?"
"No." Cap shakes his head. "I win the belt on my own merits, or not at all. If Rick tries to bribe me into helping him, I'll tell him to take a hike. I'll only help if I believe that helping him means helping the OOWF."
"Any thoughts about your match this week?"
"Other than wondering why there's a three way for a title shot when we already have a #1 contender? No."
"I guess Cole has other things on his plate right now."
"True. And there's a man who, if he needs backup against Moose, only needs to ask."
"So no hard feelings about losing to Chris Cole?"
"The better man won on the night. I wish him the best against whoever is champ when he gets his shot. But if it's me, he'll need to be even better than he was last week to get the belt."
"And if it's not you?"
"Then it will be Stank, and the same comments hold true."
"You don't think it could be Eco, LD or Viper?"
"No. I'm going to beat Eco and LD - not easily, but I will do it - and Stank will beat Viper."
"Easily?"
"No. Not easily. Viper's good. He's just not good enough."
SFJ thanks Cap for his time and turns back to the camera.
"There we have it folks. Strogn words from Capellan on the title situation, and the Rick/Bennett feud. Now the only question is: who's going to sneak attack him first, and why?"
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:37:25 GMT -5
*Outback Jack walks over to a corner of the Destroyitarium, where Wally B King is sitting with a laptop*
OBJ: Get anything yet?
WBK: Bits and pieces, mate. Darling didn't arrive in Japan until after Empty Team had left, as you know. His win-loss record was pretty impressive.
OBJ (Drinking and belching): Australian for not as impressive as ours was.
WBK: Funny, I saw a lot of losses for Empty Team.
OBJ: Damn straight! We set the records for most consecutive DQ losses, most opponents stretchered out in a year, and most-hated team AND most-hated individual wrestler.
WBK: So how did Gator edge you out for that one? That time you belched in the Prime Minister's face should have gotten you plenty of heat.
OBJ: Well, Bush upstaged me when he puked at that state dinner. Besides, Gator had that little incident with those cute little pop stars, you know, the twins, and the one with the bikini model and...
WBK: Right, I remember the legal bills cost a small fortune. Anyways, Darling did overlap for a while with "American Elk" in Japan, but there's nothing on the net that would explain the heat between them now.
OBJ: Although we can assume it has something to do with Darling's ego and Moose being Moose. Still, I'd like to know a little more about it.
WBK: No worries, mate. Cousin Wally's contacts in Japan have dug up a little dirt. I'm starting to put 2 and 2 together.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:37:52 GMT -5
(At the bustling dealer's area at the Arnold Fitness Expo, there is a lot of foot traffic and not a lot of room to maneuver... and in that there is always room for CONFLICT~!)
(Firewoman is on her way to her station to sign autographs. She has a large group of men following her)
(CTG is coming from the opposite direction, leading a throng of "Super Fitness for Kids" troop to one of the stages for an awards presentation)
FW: (recognizes Crete immediately) What the hell are you doing here?
CTG: I was going to ask you the same question. I know why they're here (pointing to the men behind her). I'm sponsoring a children's fitness program, similar to the Arnold Fitness challenge of days gone by. These are all the top qualifiers and I'm presenting awards to them for their dedication to their personal health.
FW: (rolls her eyes) so you needed a gimmick to get in here, too? Move, Booster Gold, I've got a signing starting in a couple of minutes.
CTG: you're blocking the flow of traffic.
FW: Since you won't get out of my way, you big stupid "Star".
CTG: These children are the future, and deserve the right of way
FW: Fuck em
CTG: (glad it's very noisy in the area) That's not terribly heroic.
FW: Move, I'm late.
CTG: (expression steels) I fear this stalemate will not end peacefully
FW: The boy's a genius
(Gryf hoists FW on his shoulder and walks into the nearest booth to the cheers of the kids. Strangely, the guys start cheering, too)
FW: (struggling) Put me down~!
CTG: (blinks) this is....
??: Victoria's Secret, whatcha think it was?
CTG: (boggles)
JBL: gonna buy somethin for her?
CTG: I (gets elbowed and hairpulled) ow ow ow ow ow ow
FW: (gets off Gryf's shoulders and starts swinging)
CTG: (tries to defend himself)
JBL: Hey!! You're not supposed to strike a woman! (reaches in to break it up and gets FLOORED by a stray punch)
CTG: This combat is unnecessary!
FW: You started it, Underdog
(the brawl escalates til a group of men barge into the booth)
Ahnold: What is this violence?? Break this up, break this up now!
CTG: (stops fighting and takes a couple more shots from Fire)
Ahnold: Get them out of heah! (points to Grydon) you were supposed to be on stage a few minutes ago!
CTG: (stammers to apologize)
Kids: (in the booth trying to figure out the "merchandise"
Ahnold: you brought these kids in heah? why? you need to be on stage! get them out of heah
(Ahnold's security hauls kids out two by two. Fire brushes herself off and storms out of the shop)
CTG: (red-faced) My.... apologies to you, Governator.....
Ahnold: All things in their time (grins and claps CTG on the shoulder) come on. (looks down at the prone JBL) someone get this cowboy out of the booth?
(EMTs gather JBL's carcass and wheel him past the Nutribolics booth, where two others were watching the fracas)
Batista: wonder what happened in there?
Trips: (grins) bet JBL got beat up by the booth bunnues
Batista: (grins back) makes you wish you weren't married?
Trips: .......
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:38:29 GMT -5
<LJ Bennett and Moose are in his office looking over a piece of paper>
LJB: How the hell did this become YOUR war?
MHJ: Hell if I know. This was all you and Eric. Why isn't HE doing more of the recruiting?
LJB: Because you can be more......persuasive.
MHJ: Whatever, ok who is on our side for sure?
LJB: Well, obviously Eric and you. Johnny and AA have signed on, The Dead is with us, and we have at the very least the verbal commitment that LD has your back.
MHJ: You need to talk to LD, he would be a key addition. Ok, what about their side?
LJB: It appears they have Moreland, Cole, Phantos and Lucios and Firechild
MHJ: Even up at the moment. And Stank and Jack want to remain neutral in all this?
LJB: It seems that that is the stance they have taken. As for the rest? Darling and Firewoman appear to be holding out for the best deal from either side. I can't say you have helped things there.
MHJ: Not my fault he is an overly sensitive prick
LJB: You are not helping now either. Voltage, Blitz and The Nerve Agent have not been approached by either side as far as I am aware. The Midnight Sons appear to be leaning toward us, I am fairly confident they will not side with Rick though.
MHJ: Spin hates Rick. I hate to see Drink & Destroy torn apart, getting Stank and Jack to come over with the Sons would be a major coup.
LJB: I think we need to give them space to make their own decisions. Rick hasn't made any kind of a move yet, right now there is no need to rush people.
MHJ: As long as Phantos and Lucios have the tag titles, I can't see them being on the same side. And Spin hates Rick. What did you say to Stank?
LJB: That's not important. But if that is what is keeping Stank from siding with us, I will gladly issue a formal apology.
MHJ: You should work on that. What about LOADED?
LJB: They are also going to look for the best deal. It will take more than money to sway them, obviously. I can't imagine Donovan Viper siding with the world champion though. LOADED and DEA are a bit of a wildcard though.
MHJ: Well MacCappington was in the PHWF as well, maybe he holds some resentment for what Rick did to that.
LJB: Didn't he shoot you?
MHJ: Twice
LJB: And you are ok with this?
MHJ: It's wrestling. Who's left?
LJB: Seamus, didn't you approach him once?
MHJ: Yeah when he was teaming with Dead. He was tentatively on board then, but I haven't heard from him in a bit. I would think wherever he goes, Wrath will probably follow.
LJB: Ok, that leaves Cap
MHJ: I would be shocked if he didn't side with Rick. He will see this as good vs. evil or something
LJB: IHOP?
MHJ: I have no idea on them, could go to either side I would imagine
LJB: Bunny?
MHJ: He probably goes the opposite of wherever DEA lands. I can't see him working with them after what they did to him.
LJB: So there is a lot of work to be done.
MHJ: Yeah, right now the sides are even, but if we want to sway it in our favor, you need to come up with more than the PHWF. It wasn't many of the guys that were in it, that is only going to get you so many people
LJB: Didn't EVERYone have to sign no-compete clauses?
MHJ: As far as I know
LJB: So, no independent tours of Japan, no Indy money, no freelancing
MHJ: Not without Rick's approval, and he is a dick about that.
LJB: What can you pull down on an indy show in a night?
MHJ: If it is a good one, couple thousand. If you go to Japan for a few days, you are looking at more.
LJB: So Rick's stubbornness is costing men potential money
MHJ: Looks that way
LJB: Interesting
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:39:00 GMT -5
[The Dead is WALKING~! down the hallway. He is wearing his now-signature "YOU ARE DEAD!" t-shirt (available eventually at OOWFshop) and looks livid.]
Dead: Enough of this shit...
[Just then Bunny turns the corner and nearly bumps into The Dead.]
Bunny: Woah, watch it chump, don't make me bust your...
Dead: If you say one more goddamn word, The Dead will make sure it's your last.
Bunny:...
Dead: Exactly. Now get the fuck out of here.
[Bunny decides it'd probably be more fun to beat up Nerve and Blitz anyway and goes about his business. The Dead continues to walk and he sees Davin Moreland coming out of The Rick's office.]
Davin: If you've come to start some shit...
Dead: Now is not the fucking time. The Dead has more important things to deal with right now.
Davin: Like what, taking orders from Moose?
Dead: Look, The Dead is not through with you, not by a long shot. We both know that The Dead was the only one in that ring the other week who could actually beat you. If you want to continue to run your corporate-sponsored mouth, go ahead, but you know damn well that title match should have been decided between us.
[Before allowing Davin to respond, The Dead walks away. As he takes each step down the hall he seems to be growing angrier and angrier. Eventually he comes to a door marked "Bennett". Instead of knocking, The Dead just barges in.]
Dead: Oh, this is fucking great.
[Seated inside are Bennett, Moosehead Jack, LD Williams, Eric O'Mac, and The Heels.]
Dead: Guess there was a meeting and no one thought to invite The Dead.
Moose: Woah, just listen for a second...
Dead: No, you fucking listen. All of you. Every damn one of you. The Dead is through sitting around doing your damn dirty work while you all reap the benefits.
Moose: What are you talking about?
Dead: You don't remember? All those times The Dead jumped into the ring to further your goals? How about when The Dead practically handed the IC Title to Outback jack because it was what you wanted?
Eric: Woah, calm the fuck down Dead Boy.
Dead: Haha, of course, Eric always has to try and get a word in.
Eric: Look, I'm the one who set this whole thing up.
Dead: Exactly, and you set The Dead up too. Your whole plan was taking the title off of Davin Moreland.
Eric: It worked, didn't it?
Dead: Of course it worked. It worked because you were too busy playing drop the soap with the incest twins to actually beat Davin. You couldn't do it. You knew you couldn't get the job done. So you and your little buddy Darling decided to give each other a reach-around in the ring. You knew you couldn't beat Davin, but The Dead could. And you were afraid of not getting your title back.
[Eric stands up and goes nose-to-nose with The Dead.]
Eric: Listen, right now there are bigger things going on. For all I care, you can kiss my ass, but right now we have to work as a unit.
Dead: We? Right, that's why "we" all had this meeting. That's why "we" all decided to screw Davin Moreland. It's what was best for the group, right?
Eric: Exactly.
Dead: Funny how what's best for the group ends up being best for you, Moose, Bennett, hell everyone here, except for The Dead. You don't give a shit about the group. You're nothing but a self-centered asshole who will stab anyone in the back to get what they want.
Eric: And you're not?
Dead: Oh, The Dead most certainly is, but The Dead owns up to what he is instead of hiding behind a 15 minute time limit and Alexis Darling's skirt.
[Eric and The Dead look ready to attack each other when Moose, LD, Benett, and The Heels pull them apart.]
Bennett: This is not getting us anywhere! We have to work together!
Dead: Which is why you're actively recruiting DEA, right? The same people who helped screw The Dead out of his Onslaught Title.
Bennett: There are things going on here that you don't understand.
Dead: The Dead understands perfectly well. Eric gets his Onslaught Title, LD gets a World Title shot, The Heels get a tag title shot, Moose get to run wild and screw Rick at every turn, and The Dead gets to sit back and be a "team player". Bullshit.
Moose: Look Dead, maybe you should calm down for a while and I'll come talk to you later.
Dead: Oh, The Dead is perfectly fucking calm.
[Just then The Dead grabs a steel chair and throws it into a large plasma screen Bennett has in his office. It shatters into thousands of pieces.]
Bennett: Hey! What the hell?!?
Dead: Enough of this shit.
[The Dead storms out of the room, leaving everyone in a stunned silence. Dead walks down the hallway and starts destroying everything in his path. Tables and chairs go flying. Monitors and cameras get tossed into walls. Random passerby's are shoved aside. Eventually The Dead is about to enter his locker room when he bumps into Voltage.]
Dead: Bad fucking timing.
[The Dead grabs Voltage and slams him head first into the concrete wall. A sickening thud echoes through the hallway as Voltage's nose is split in two. The Dead doesn't stop there , however, and continues to bash Voltage's face into the wall. Each impact sounds sicker and wetter than the time before, and by the time The Dead pulls Voltage away Voltage's entire face (and a good portion of the wall) are drenched in blood. Voltage is out on his feet as The Dead CLOSES THE CASKET! Voltage's neck snaps back violently and the back of his head cracks open on the concrete floor. The Dead smiles as turns to the wall. Voltage's blood is slowly dripping down it as The Dead dips his finger into it and writes YOU ARE DEAD!]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:39:32 GMT -5
<Moose, Bennett, LD Williams, Eric and the Heels are all sitting around in stunned silence>
LJB: That is one pissed off individual
MHJ: He's right though
EOM: WHAT?!?!
MHJ: Come on Eric, while your plan to get the title off of Davin DID work great, it screwed him out of the title
EOM: He has a shot this week
MHJ: Not the same thing
LJB: And what do you propose we do? Hand him the Onslaught championship?
EOM: LIKE HELL!
MHJ: No, not at all. He gets a fair shot at Eric this week. He needs to put his energy to use somewhere else.
LJB: Like?
AA: Find him a tag partner and go after Phantos and Lucios
JA: Isn't that what we are doing right now?
LJB: We COULD do that, more than one team in the chase means the titles are more likely to come home to us
MHJ: No. That is why we are recruiting The Sons. One of them will win the titles from those two masked morons. Dead needs someone that can give him a good fight
EOM: And I can't?
MHJ: What about MacCappington
LJB: That might hurt our recruiting chances
MHJ: He will understand. Its nothing personal.
LD: What if he MAKES it personal
MHJ: then all bets are off
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:39:55 GMT -5
Old School Solo Promo with "The Main Event" Chris Cole.
Cole: Well Moose you've finally done it. You've pushed me too far. In the past we've kept a respectful distance from each other. We often did not see eye to eye but we were both smart enough to be occasional allies and never become mortal enemies. But Moose, you've gone too far. You have blatant disregard for the OOWF Invitational and for the company in general.
Moose, I'm not Crete. I'm not going to fight you because the world needs a hero. I gave you a good faith advice and you decided to answer with violence. You are going to receive violence in return. Moose, this isn't about brining you to justice, this about about exacting my vengeance upon you. You say you don't give a rat's ass about my World Title past but you should give a damn about my history of violence. Moose, I'm brutal. I have gone to war with the best in this company. Cage Matches, Barbed Wire, Street Fights, you name it, I've done it. I've ended careers.
I have not gone soft. My new attitude is not passive. You are about to learn just how hard I still am. This week at Mayhem I will not hold back. It will be you and me one on one. Leave your cronies in the back. Man up and face me. I've earned a title match but I'm putting it on hold until I've beaten you to within an inch of your life.
Moose, You made the biggest mistake thus far in your quest to amass an army. You've awoke the opposing general. Prepare for war.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:40:39 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac is shown, sitting in Bennett's conference room. The room has cleared out. Eric, with the Onslaught Title draped across the table, begins to speak.*
EOM: We've had an interesting afternoon.
A very interesting afternoon.
Alright, "The Dead," you've got my attention. You want to make accusations? Feel free to accuse me of whatever you'd like.
Am I a backstabber? Yes. Do I bend the rules to gain an advantage? You better believe it. Will I use someone to further my own agenda? Hell yes.
Cry, whine, bitch, moan, do whatever you'd like Dead. It won't help you.
I did not screw you or Davin Moreland out of anything. I made a deal with my business partners, and, shockingly enough, that deal was LEGAL by the stipulations that Davin Moreland set. Why go through a tough, grueling match to win a title when I can save my energy and win a title in 4 minutes?
You see, I did the smart thing. It may be considered cowardly. It may be considered to be in bad taste. But honestly, I don't give a fuck.
You want this title? Do you honestly want this title? Then come get it. Are you that much better than me? Than beat me in less than 15 minutes. Those are my stipulations. I know you have the potential to be better than me Dead. I know that on any give ight, you could defeat me. But I don't think you can outlast me. No one can.
You want to beat the hell out of me? You'll have your chance Wednesday. Do whatever you'd like. You want to get DQed, then do so. Wednesday is fair game. Do what you'd like.
But don't you dare confuse my agendas. I had an agenda to win the Onslaught Title from day one. This is the title I made famous. I didn't care who I had to screw over to get it.
But when our match is over, pull you rhead out of your ass, and get ready for a war. You're well respected by a lot of your peers Dead. You're very valuable to Mr. Bennett.
But don't make the mistake of thinking that you are bigger than this group. Because there are no hidden agendas when it comes to this war. We all have a common goal.
It's up to you to decide if you're with us or if you're against us.
And if you're against us...it won't be pretty.
Good luck Wednesday, Dead. Regardless of the outcome, Mr. Bennett would like to meet with you after our match to discuss some of the very things that I've tried conveying to you. Stop being a stubborn ass, put away your swords, and work with us, or be dealt with. It's that simple.
*The door opens.*
MHJ: Eric, you wanted to talk with me?
EOM: Yeah. It's about Alex and Alexis. I'm trying to set up another meeting with Mr. Bennett and them, but they request that you not show up...
*fade out*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:42:53 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is sitting with Capellan at the Dunkin' Donuts Hospitality Tent, manned by Wes Welker*
DM: Thanks for meeting with me Capellan, and it's nice finally meeting you.
C: Yeah. Same here. So, why isn't Rick meeting with me here?
DM: Mainly because Bennett has foisted so much paperwork on him he's incapable of doing anything else by paperwork and presumably booking shows.
C: So why are you here?
DM: Because I'm the Assistant GM.
C: When the Hell did that happen?
DM: Last week, maybe?
C: God, I wished I'd pay attention more. So anyway, what's the deal here anyway? What does this have to do with me?
DM: You remember LJ Bennett?
C: Name sounds vaguely familiar.
DM: Well, apparently he and Moose are trying to wrest control of the company away from GM the Rick.
C: Moose?!?
DM: Fraid so...
C: *sighs* So, what does this have to do with me?
DM: I don't know if you're aware; but Moose and Bennett are locking up support for when they finally make their move to take over. Moose, The E, The Heels...
C: The Heels are back?
DM: Yeah...
C: Oh man...where have I been?
DM: Also, looks like Eco, prolly Spin and DH, DEA, Seamus, The Dead...They're really loading up.
C: What does Rick's side look like?
DM: Cole, Phantos and Lucios, Me, and maybe Firechild...I need to talk to him still.
C: So you're looking for my support.
DM: I am.
C: What's in it for me?
DM: A chance to succeed based purely on your performance, and not politics.
C: Bullshit.
DM: I shit you not, man. I specifically told Rick that was a dealbreaker for me. No more best of 7 series between the 2 best tag teams while Eco and Jobber Voltage DQ their way through the weeks. No more Canadian Dragon being "entitled" to title shots. In fact, no more Canadian Dragon.
C: Really?
DM: Yeah.
C: Sweet.
DM: Capellan, you're a hell of a worker, and despite the bullshit, you still get title shots because you work your ass off. If you want that to continue, you really need to consider joining Rick. If you want things to disintegrate into Moose holding the book and holding down the roster while his cronies monopolize the belts in Cena-like fashion, then you'd want to side with Bennett.
C: I hate Cena.
DM: He's actually a really good guy; but he's booked terribly.
C: You know him?
DM: Yeah. Want to meet him?
C: Yeah, cool. Hey, listen, this is what I can do. I can think about it, ok? I have to figure out what's best for me.
DM: Understandable.
C: Anyway, I'll be talking to you soon.
DM: Later. Thanks.
*Capellan Leaves*
WW: 112 CATCHES!!! I'M ALREADY A NUMBER ONE RECEIVER!@@!@!!!!
DM: Dude, shut up, you're like 5'3".
WW: I'M WES MOTHERFUCKIN WELKER!
DM: *sighs* *pulls out his Sprint PCS phone and dials* Hey Rick, just wanted to update you. Yeah. Went well, I thought; he said he'd let us know. Well, for Christ's sake Rick I can't make these people do anything. Relax. I have a couple more calls to make. Bye.
DM:*dials, and leaves a voice mail* Bunny, it's Davin; no, I don't wanna hit you - I just need to meet with you about something. Give me a call back when you get a chance. Peace. *dials and leaves another voice mail* Dead, it's Davin. I know you're not a big fan of mine, and I'm not a big fan of yours either, but I think we should talk. Give me a call back when you get a chance. Thanks.
WW: 112 CATCHES!!!!!
DM: I never thought I'd miss Curt "The Golden God" Schilling.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:43:15 GMT -5
(The Midnight Sons are in the Boiler Room. A hastily written "Busy training, fuck off" sign is taped to the door... but that doesn't stop our intrepid Ninja Cameramen...)
Spin (Punching a steel-belted radial): MotherSHIT I wish I knew the right decision to make.
DHM: Y'know, Spin... maybe we're in the best position that we can be right now. I mean, everyone an' their dogs have been tryin' to get us to join one team or another. An' we DO have a title shot this week. I think we ain't in too bad of a place, anyway.
SH: I know, Mags, I know... I just really don't want to have to deal with The Rick's shit anymore, I don't want to get drawn into anything that could cause problems with D&D, and I don't want to sell my soul for a title. Still... out of all of the people here who won't show me respect, The Rick is at the top of that list. He couldn't give a damn about whether I stay in this company or not. The only face-to-face interactions we've ever had ended with him either berating me or sending out some thug to pummel me.
DHM: We all gotta do what we all gotta do, Spin. No matter where we go, there's somethin' more important goin' on tonight... our shot at the belts against Phantos and Lucios and the two new guys.
SH: The Heels? Never underestimate those guys. They've been tagging for ages and know the ins and outs of this game better than almost anyone on the roster. You're right, though... we need to focus on tonight. What's in the fridge?
(D.H. goes to a battered mini-fridge with a 24" tall Sta-Puft figure on top of it.)
DHM: Bass, J.W. Dundee's IPA, and... oooh, Magic Hat Circus Boy.
SH: Hat me. Twice.
DHM: That's the spirit.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:43:38 GMT -5
**LJ Bennett is alone in his conference room when L.D. Williams enters.**
LJB: “Williams. Have a seat. Moose tells me you aren’t sure about coming on board with us.”
LD: “Honestly, I don’t see what I stand to gain.”
LJB: “Good question. Truth is, you don’t need my help getting title shots, and somehow I don’t think the closure of the PHWF is much of a motivation for you.”
LD: “True.”
LJB: “In fact, you’ll probably be in the same position no matter who wins. But, there is one thing I can offer you.”
LD: “Which is?”
LJB: “Freedom.”
**Williams raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.”
LJB: “If I can be blunt, Williams, for all your talk about being your own man, you spend a lot of time trying to earn respect. Every time you have an opportunity to take a stand you stay on the fence. You hedge your bets, and never take any chances,”
LD: “Assume for a moment that that’s not a load of crap. What exactly to you plan to do to change it?”
LJB: “We’re talking about a war - All’s fair. You, Jack, Eric, even Davin and Cole, will be after one thing – victory. It won’t matter how you win, it won’t matter what anyone thinks, respect will be irrelevant. The only thing you’ll need to worry about is winning. In short, everything you always wanted in wrestling, and everything you almost had before you came here.”
LD: “And I’m supposed to take your word for this?”
LJB: “Look around – it’s already starting. All you have to do is choose a side. Either side will give you the same opportunity. But answer me this – would Rick be honest about what you stand to gain?.”
LD: “Doesn’t matter. I’ve made my choice. I’m in.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:44:47 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland, Phantos and Lucios are in the Run DLP Locker Room, Presented by Aquafina*
DM: It's not about that...
P: I don't care. He's a jerl. I don't want him here.
L: Just...Phantos, let's go train or something.
DM: It won't be long.
P: *sigh* Fine. It would have been nice if you had consulted with the Captain first.
DM: It's not a DLP issue.
P: Whatever.
L: C'mon, let's go. Davin's on this. We've got stuff to worry about.
*Team Aquafina leaves. The buzzer on the intercom goes off*
DM: Who is it?
??: Me.
*Davin opens the door to the dude in the bunny suit*
DM: C'mon in Bunny. Can I get you a Mountain Dew?
B: Duh, obviously.
*Davin gestures over to the den, and brings Bunny a 1-liter bottle of Mountain Dew as Bunny flips to the couch*
B: Word.
DM: So, Bunny, here's the deal. You know about Bennett and Rick, right? Everything that's going down?
B: Pretty much, yeah. I know what people want me to do.
DM: I know you really want to do your own thing now, since you bounced from DEA
B: Yeah. Bunny's gonna make his own rules and do his own shit. I'm sick of people telling me what to do.
DM: As it should be. You're too talented to be held down.
B: So what is it you're saying?
DM: Rick gave you your break, right?
B: Yeah...
DM: And Bennett's done what for you exactly?
B: Well, nothing yet.
DM: Here's the thing, Bunny; and this is what I've been telling everyone. You help us out on Rick's side, and we're not promising shit, other than you work hard, and you do well, and you'll get your shots. No one holding you down. No one telling you what to do. No political bullshit. Hell, if you want to do all scaffold matches; I bet we could make it happen from time to time.
B: Listen, I just got out on my own; and I'm just tryin' to find my own way right now. I can't give you a yes or no; I gotta think about it for a bit.
DM: That's all I can ask man. You know we could really use you.
B: I know. I'm that good. You know. Everyone knows. Peace.
*Bunny takes his Mountain Dew and leaves, rapping to Eminem's "Purple Pills"*
DM: Ah fuck this is hard...You can come out now!
P: What a tool in the Bunny suit!
DM: You're gonna have to let that shit go, Phantos. We're fighting for the greater good here.
L: Greater good? You sound like Takaken.
DM: Fuck...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:47:21 GMT -5
[The Dead is walking down the hallway. He sees Bunny leaving his meeting with Davin Moreland.]
Bunny: 'Sup Deadly? You ready to do this?
Dead: Do what?
Bunny: Throw down.
Dead: Not now. Busy.
Bunny: Alright then, we battle rap. Best freestyle wins.
Dead: Wait..what?
Bunny: I'll go first.
Dead: Actually, The Dead has more important...
Bunny: Yo, check this... I'll puke, eat it, and freak you Battle? I'm too weed'ed to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
Dead: Umm..
Bunny: And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat too
Dead: Enough.
Bunny: Word bitch. You can't step to that!
Dead: First of all, what makes you think The Dead has any interest in this?
Bunny: Well, uhh...
Dead: Secondly, that was an Eminem song, not a "Bunny original".
Bunny: But how'd you...?
Dead: So no more plagiarized cyphers.
Bunny: How do you even know that word?
Dead: The Dead is from Oakland.
Bunny: Oh shit!
Dead: Yeah, so, anyway, The Dead has to go, and you've got a big match coming up with Carl from Fresno.
Bunny: Oh yeah! I need to go train! That shit's gonna be the main event!
Dead: Somehow, The Dead doubts that, but you should go anyway.
Bunny: Word.
[Bunny goes flipping down the hallway and The Dead continues on his way. He soon runs into Davin Moreland.]
Davin: Dead, I've been meaning to...
Dead: The Dead got your message. The Dead knows what you want.
Davin: Well then, what do you say?
Dead: The Dead has a meeting right now with Bennett and Moose. The Dead is going to let them make their case first. When that's over with, The Dead will come see you.
Davin: That's all I can ask for.
[Davin starts to turn away.]
Dead: Oh, and Davin?
Davin: What?
Dead: Don't think this is through between us. When the time is right, The Dead will finish it.
Davin: My thoughts exactly.
[The Dead and Davin part ways. The Dead soon comes to a door marked Bennett and walks inside. Already in the room are Bennett and Moosehead Jack.]
Dead: Well, the ball is in your court. Make this quick.
[The Dead shuts the door behind him.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:49:29 GMT -5
<Dead walks into the room and instead of sitting down he paces around the room frantically>
Dead: WELL??? I WANT SOME ANSWERS!!!
JLB: You want to know why we are trying to recruit DEA
D: THOSE BASTARDS SCREWED ME OUT OF THE TITLE!!!
JLB: Look, the goal was to get the title off of Moreland, not to screw you, it worked, we now control the....
<Dead charges to the desk and grabs Bennett by the coat>
D: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT THE PLAN WAS, I......
<Moose gets to his feet and grabs Dead by the arm>
MHJ: It would be in your best interests to let go of Bennett and calm the fuck down
<Dead looks at Moose and Bennett and appears to consider his options for a moment. Then releases Bennett and looks at Moose and calms down slightly, but still speaks through clenched teeth>
D: I had your back. I helped you in a match, and I helped hand the Intercontinental title to Jack. I have done all that was asked of me. I am NOT going to become Bennett's errand boy. I came here for ONE reason, to win GOLD. If you are not going to give me that chance, I will find someone who will
JLB: Fair enough. You have your chance this week against Eric. You win there, and the gold is yours. Should you not win this match, I have already signed you to face the winner of the MacCappington - Firewoman match for March 12th.
D: That'll be all I need
<Dead turns to walk away, but before he leaves Moose stops him>
MHJ: Dead, just something for you to think about. In any war there are certain sacrifices that have to be made. None of us feel you don't have what it takes to get the gold. I just hope you realize it won't be hand delivered to you. You want your shots, they will come. You win your matches, they will come.
<Moose steps close to Dead>
But if you put your hands on Bennett again, I don't care how good you think you are, you won't wrestle again. We value you as part of Bennetts Army, lets not do anything in haste to fuck that up.
<Dead looks at Jack and considers his words for a moment, then gives a slight nod, pulls away and walks out the door>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:50:25 GMT -5
Viper is walking down the hallway when he runs into Moosehead Jack.
MHJ: Viper. Haven't seen you in a while.
DV: Just keep watching that main event. That's where you'll see me.
MHJ: You've been given title shot after title shot. I thought TheRick hated you.
DV: He does. But you know why TheRick keeps putting me up against Stank? Because he knows I'm the only one in this company that can beat him. There's simply no point in putting anyone else out there. Fans aren't going to watch Stank's matches if it's a foregone conclusion that he'll win. In this company, at this very moment. There's Stank. Then there's me. Then everyone else. And I'm just an ant's cock away from finally beating that fat bastard.
MHJ: You're always so confident, Donnie. But look at that man. He's the most determined I've ever seen any wrestler, ever. I don't think anyone in this company can beat him now. Hell, I don't even think if Underdawg came back that he could beat Stank.
DV: Are you saying you don't even think YOU can beat him?
MHJ: Well, I wouldn't go that far...
DV: But that's why you let him go after Concrete's title instead of taking it yourself, isn't it?
MHJ: Don't even put words in my mouth Viper.
DV: Fine.
MHJ: Let me ask you something. Now that you're back in the main event, do you feel any loyalty to TheRick?
DV: Fuck that guy. I'm in the main event because he has no choice.
MHJ: So when push comes to shove...
DV: I know where you're getting at Moose. Right now, I don't care about what it is you and that Bennet guy are up to. I only care about one thing, and one thing only. Beating Stank and taking back my OOWF World Championship.
MHJ: You don't even want to think about...
DV: I only think about that World Championship, Moose.
MHJ: Heh, you might have what it takes to beat Stank after all...
DV: Are we done?
MHJ: For now.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:50:46 GMT -5
**The Dead leaves Bennett’s office and sees L.D. Williams leaning against the wall across the hall.**
LD: “Fun meeting?”
D: “The Dead is in no mood for your crap.”
LD: “Relax. I just want to talk to you for a minute.”
D: “The Dead is tired of talking.”
LD: “Good, ‘cause I want you to listen. You got screwed, and you’re pissed off. That’s fine, you’re entitled. But, you’re going about this the wrong way.”
D: “You saying The Dead should just sit back and take it?”
LD: “Of course not. Let me clue you into something: Moosehead Jack is going to screw you over. He’ll try to play mind games with you. He will most certainly forget all about you if you aren’t part of his latest scheme. And none of that matters ‘cause this isn’t a grade school. Jack’ll be the first one to tell you what he’s like, and that’s the point. You know where you stand. He’ll do what he says he’ll do, and when you need him he’ll back you. The same thing goes for Eric, and for me. That’s all that matters. Instead of whining and screaming threats, take what Jack and Bennett are offering – take the title shot and prove that you’re as good as we think you are. Prove that you won’t be screwed over. And, if you really need to let off steam, go find the idiot in the bunny suit.”
D: “The Dead willtake the title shot, and The Dead will win the championship. Beyond that, The Dead isn’t promising anything. The Dead still has other offers to hear.”
LD: “Go for it. If you think you can trust Davin and Rick to give you a better deal, be my guest. But, if that’s the way you go, you better be as good as we think you are. If not, you’ll be a sad little memory.”
**The Dead glares at Williams as he turns and walks away.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:51:07 GMT -5
<Moose is finally back in his own space, sitting in a darkened room, single light bulb, etc>
You know Cole, this has been a long time coming. You were right, for a long time, we mostly kept our distance from one another. Our paths would cross on occasion, like the time that bastard Crete and I took your tag titles. But for the most part, we had no real reason to go to war.
You changed all that, remember? You decided to recruit Me, Thim and LD as muscle in your war with UnderDawg. But you couldn't just leave us be to do what we do best. You felt the need to throw around orders and test our allegiance. YOU are the one who pushed and pushed, and in the end, you ended up lying in a pool of your own blood.
Ever since then Cole, I felt there was some unfinished business between us, but you went one way, and I went another, and our paths never crossed. In the end, you couldn't cut it, and you ran off and joined Seraph. Actually, I should thank him, it wasn't him, but a wise man once said
"....the fine and noble way to destroy a foe, is not to kill him; with kindness you can so change him that he will cease to be so; then he's slain."
I should thank Seraph. He killed what should have been an enemy capable of equaling the kind of carnage, mayhem, pain and suffering that I am capable of. The old Chris Cole was a man to fear. The Chris Cole that will stand across from me in the ring on Wednesday is a shell of his former self.
Cole, talk all you want about being a General in this war. The fact is, a true General inspires his men, be it through bravery or savagery. You possess none of those qualities anymore. You have become all the things you hated when you made 3Piece Set the most feared group in wrestling. This week, at MidWeek Mayhem, it is simply the final nail in the coffin for the career of Chris Cole
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:51:30 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is at the entrance to The Nerves Agent and Blitz's locker room...apparently leaving*
DM: So are we on the same page?
TNA+B: WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU!
DM: Alright then.
*Davin walks away, mumbling*
DM: *mockingly* We'll get back to you...I'll get back to you...*sigh* that's all I ever hear...
*Davin walks down the hallway, and Moosehead Jack is coming the other direction, both men stiffen and stare at each other*
DM: Moose.
MHJ: Davin.
DM: How's it going?
MHJ: Well. You?
DM: Not well.
MHJ: *walking away* That's what happens when you back the wrong horse, Moreland.
*Davin sighs again and starts to walk, and SMACKS right into S-Y-B*
S: Watch where you're going, eh?
DM: Sorry, Solly.
S: Hey, why haven't you asked Skurge and Me about joining Rick, eh?
DM: Why are you talking like that?
S: Like what, eh? What are you talking aboot?
DM: Like a Canadian.
S: Eh?
DM: YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING CANADIAN!
S: Well, I'm following Skurge's suggestions, eh? Now that I'm not with a hosehead like Apocalyptic Existence, I'm winning matches.
DM: I've noticed.
S: So why haven't you asked us, eh?
DM: I, uh, haven't gotten around to it yet.
S: Get oot of here. You weren't ever gonna ask us. Is that what this is aboot?
DM: No, seriously Solly; I was gonna ask you eventually.
S: So ask, eh?
DM: Wanna join Rick's side?
S: Eh. I'll get back to you, I've got lots to think aboot.
*S-Y-B walks away*
DM: That was fucking productive.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:51:50 GMT -5
Firechild and Chris Cole are sitting together watching OOWF TV.
FC: Moose is calling you out big time.
CC: Well he is in for a rude awakening. A shell of my former self? Seriously? Does he realize I’m 10-1 since my return? 10 and 1. I’m wrestling better now then I was when I was World Champ.
FC: That’s for damn sure.
CC: He is right about one thing. We have unfinished business. We should have gotten this battle over with long ago.
FC: You know I’ve got your back.
CC: I know. And I might need your help in other areas other then guarding my back in case of attack,
FC: What do you mean?
CC: I mean to start other tactics in this war. turns toward camera This is part where you leave.
As the camera man backs out of the room Cole begins to whisper his plans.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:52:15 GMT -5
At the Providence, Rhode Island Airport, the DEA jet has touched down and taxied to the terminal. The door opens, and a very relaxed Firewoman goes down the steps and into the back of the waiting limo.
The NinjaCam 5000 miraculously shifts perspective to the interior of the back of the limo, where we find Firewoman sitting with Hayden Paniettere. The limo begins the drive from the airport to the arena and hotel area.
HP: Have a good weekend, Firewoman?
FW: The best. Although my arm is killing me from all those autographs. Hey, weren't you leaving?
HP: Yes, but it takes Hollywood a couple of days to crank back up into production. [She gets her notepad out to begin to take notes] Is there anything you'll be needing in the new arena?
FW: Oh, just the usual. Oh, you may want to get DEA Legal on the phone. There was a bit of an...incident.
HP: Incident? Oh, dear...
FW: Nothing major, that goody-two-shoes Gryffon was at the Arnold Fitness Expo, too, taking up the whole damn aisle. So, I had to "move" him.
HP: Oh, no. That will not please Alexis.
FW: Screw Alexis. Do you really think a DEA member should have to stand aside and let that traitor pass? Besides, if he's as chivalrous as he likes to claim, he would have stood aside for ME.
HP: Chivalry? I thought you ranted about what a sexist, racist, and classist system that was?
FW: Of course it was. That doesn't mean overgrown wanna-be superheros don't subscribe to it, and that it can't be used to your advantage. [Hayden tries to process all of this, but being a blonde pop-tartlet, it hurts too much] Anyway, there's some damage to a Victoria's Secret booth, and maybe an assault on one of the security guards. I'll probably be needing the jet to appear for court at some point, unless DEA Legal can take care of it.
Hayden scribbles on her notebook
Anything interesting going on here?
HP: Not really. Not anything different anyway. Everyone's been having meetings with everyone else for this civil war thing that's probably going to happen. Or not happen.
FW: Have we picked sides yet?
HP: Not that I know of.
FW: Cool. I suppose I'm still wrestling the Fonz?
HP: Who?
FW: MacCappington.
HP: Oh yes...
FW: He said anything yet?
HP: Actually, no.
FW: AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay [Firewoman gives Hayden the thumbs up sign
HP: Huh?
FW: Never mind....
[Edited on 3-4-2008 by firewoman]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 20:53:02 GMT -5
[The Nerves Agent is apparently standing next to Blitz for some reason, and for some reason they still have a locker room together? Anyway they watch Davin walk down the hallway.]
TNA: What the fuck are you doing here?
Blitz: Hell if I know, asshole.
TNA: Asshole? Why the hell am I an asshole?
Blitz: Maybe because you beat the shit outta me while I was unconscious.
TNA: Oh, word. I forgot about that.
Blitz: Idiot.
TNA: Well if you don't know why you're here who the fuck would?
Blitz: I guess Davin would.
TNA: Why the fuck would he know?
Blitz: He's the one the promo'd us together.
TNA: Fuck! Get away!
[The Nerves Agent throws Blitz into the opposite wall face first, and kicks the back of his head hard, slamming his face into the wall again. Then he picks him up, stunners him, picks him up again and throws him down the hallway.
The Nerve Agent then turns around looks at his locker room door to make sure that it just says "The Nerve Agent" and not "Blitz", too.
When he is reassured and satisfied, he walks into the room, closes the door, and immediately begins training on his trampoline.]
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