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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:38:59 GMT -5
<Moosehead Jack is walking through the back when he is stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose, can I have a word with you?
MHJ: Look, I am kinda in a hurry here, I have someone to talk to
SFJ13: Just a few questions....
MHJ: Fine
SFJ13: You recently suffered an arm injury against Concrete TG that will sideline you through the OOWF Japan show, what are your thoughts on this?
MHJ: You know, I am not going to lie to you. When I was first told that I had a hairline fracture I was furious that I would miss time, and I was furious that that idiot Concrete TG was the one who did it. In my mind, the plan was for immediate revenge.
SFJ13: And that has changed?
MHJ: Of course it has. You see, in almost four years in the OOWF, there has been five times that I wasn't in a match, five times in almost 250 events, in every kind of match imaginable. So, while this is an annoyance, it is also a blessing in disguise. With everything going on in the OOWF right now, it is very easy to get caught up in things, it is very easy to get caught up in your plans of revenge. This injury allows me to step back and look at things in a whole new light. It allows me to step back and look at things as a whole and help Eric, Cole and Bennett plan what our next move will be
SFJ13: And what will that move be?
MHJ: Well clearly I am not going to reveal that right now. Lets just say that right now we have the Ricks boys on the ropes, but this is far from over. Losing Eco doesn't hurt us at all from a strength standpoint, but it might give them the feeling that they pulled one over on us. Suffice it to say Davin is capable of doing a good job of leading the men, and that idiot Crete is always right there. What we have working in our favor is that no one seems to trust Crete. Can't say I blame them either. Now if you will excuse me
<Moose walks down the hall into the Destroyitarium, he sees Stank at the bar with OBJ and the Sons. Moose boldly walks up to the bar and sits down>
Stank: You got some stones Moose. You walk in here like you are invited, is there any reason we shouldn't snap that other arm?
MHJ: A little testy aren't we Stank? Look, you guys all know I have no problem with any of you. The offer still stands to every one of you, you wanna side with Bennett, you are welcome to join. But thats not why I am here.
Sta: So why are you here then?
MHJ: Well I am sure you saw that, until my arm heals I am an official OOWF manager, and I will be seconding LD to the ring against you
Sta: Yeah I saw that, so I need another set of eyes now
MHJ: Not at all Stank. Look, you can think what you want of me. You can think what you want of the company I keep. There is one man in the OOWF I respect, and that is LD Williams. No disrespect to you, but he doesn't need my help to beat you, and he doesn't want it either. Win or lose against you, he is doing that on his own.
Sta: Then why are you even bothering to come to the ring?
MHJ: Well, while I certainly don't think the fine upstanding gentlemen in Drink & Destroy would interfere for you, who's to say the boys on Rick's side wouldn't get involved to make sure you keep that title?
Sta: I don't need their help to beat LD
MHJ: I know you think that. But do THEY think that? They help you keep that title and it puts you in their debt. Next thing you know, you are fighting FOR them.
Sta: You really think I am that easy to manipulate?
MHJ: Not at all. If that were the case, you would already be on Bennett's side. Remember I had a little something to do with that title win of yours. But thats not the point. You are your own man, you have sworn you are keeping neutral in all this. I already know what kind of a man you are in that ring, I just hope you can remain a man of your word outside of it as well.
See you at the matches...........champ
<Moose leaves and Stank turns back to the bartender>
Sta: KEEP 'EM COMING
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:39:26 GMT -5
*Several (names omitted to protect the innocent) OOWF workers are at the Dunkin' Donuts Hospitality Tent watching OOWF-TV on the Sony Vizio set up there. There is a LOT of laughing. Unnamed workers start shouting*
UW: Play it again!
C'TGG'S: Okie Doke.
*Curt "The Golden God" Schilling grabs the remote and hits the "Replay" button on the DVR*
Apr 6, 2008, 12:46pm, Moosehead Cuyler wrote:
There is one man in the OOWF I respect
*Uproarious laughter fires up yet again*
UW: AGAIN!
*The scene plays itself out again, and the laughter starts up again. Davin Moreland and Stank are both there, and Davin signals Stank to meet him in the Run DLP Locker Room, Presented by Aquafina. They both slip away unnoticed as everyone else seems very entertained by OOWF-TV presently*
DM: Champ.
S: Davin.
DM: Have a seat. Want a beer?
S: Yeah.
*Davin grabs a bottle for Stank and sits across from him*
DM: Tag match.
S: Yup.
DM: Ready?
S: Always.
DM: I'm a terrible tag wrestler.
S: You're not that bad, you just don't do it much.
DM: It's not like we don't know our opponents.
S: Ain't that the truth.
DM: Listen, Lucas...
S: Dammit Davin, how many times to I have to tell you, I'm staying out of it?
DM: Really? Then why did you help put Eco in the GM spot? Why did you even consider it?
S: I have loyalty to...
DM: Exactly. So I don't see what the problem is.
S: It's not that simple.
DM: It IS that simple.
S: It's not. I'm not getting caught up in this Davin.
DM: Don't you see? You're already caught up in this. Like I keep saying, it's bigger than just Rick and just Bennett - It's all of it, It's everything. There's no middle fucking ground here, Lucas. You're either on a side or you get killed in the goddamned crossfire.
S: Davin, I'll...
DM: Fuck THINKING about it Lucas. The time for debate and talk is over. Pick your side, Champ.
S: *sigh*
DM: Well, fine, let's do this then. I have some ideas for this week's match, and if you're willing, it will mean a lot in the long run.
*Smokey comes bounding in and sits on Stank's lap*
DM: Someone's gotta take a picture of that.
S: Let's talk then, Davin.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:39:50 GMT -5
AA and JA are watching OOWF-TV.
AA: You see that Beast is back?
JA: Uh-huh.
AA: His push doesn't seem to be going anywhere.
JA: Uh-huh.
AA: We do have some history, remember? Aren't you afraid of him attacking us?
JA: Uh-huh and uh-uh.
AA: Huh? Was that second one a "No"?
JA: Uh-huh.
AA: So was that a yes?
JA: Uh-huh.
AA: Have you talked to Beast already?
JA: Uh-huh.
JA turns to the camera with a cheesey "I know something" smile.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:40:12 GMT -5
Firewoman is PACING~! in the Hallway of Random Encounters, near the vending machine, with murder in her eyes. Bunny comes walking? Hopping? whatever it is he does, down the hall with the Onslaught Championship belt over his shoulder. He stops when he sees Firewoman, who also stops her pacing.
B: Flamechick.
FW: Bunny.
In one swift move, Firewoman yanks the belt off Bunny’s shoulder
FW: See? Again. Taking your belts. It’s what I do.
B: Nice. The Onslaught Championship doesn’t work that way.
FW: Want it back? Just do one thing for me.
B: What?
FW: Buy me a soda.
B: What? You don’t drink soda…
FW: Buy me a soda and you can have your belt back.
B: What’s the catch?
FW: No catch. C’mon, for old time’s sake. We were a pretty good team once....
Bunny waits a minute… And decides to go ahead and do it. He puts the coins in the slot, presses the button, and suddenly THE BEAST POPS OUT of the vending machine! And strangely, he still has Lucky in a bag slung over his shoulder. Bunny jumps back in surprise. Firewoman apparently had this planned all along. She grabs Beast and puts him in a three-quarter facelock, and then flips Beast with the snapmare. Beast lets go of the bag and Lucky pops out. Firewoman stands over Beast.
FW: Okay, Beast. You got my attention. See you in the ring.
Firewoman tosses the belt to Bunny.
FW: Thanks, Bunny.
She and Lucky go back towards the DEA Suites. Bunny stands there trying to figure out what just happened, and then decides to leave before Beast decides to blame Bunny for all this.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:40:41 GMT -5
Phantos and Emma are playing with Spirios in the Run DLP Aquafina Locker Room.
Emma: Now see, if you give him some positive re-enforcement each time he completes a command, He will pick up the habit faster.
Phantos: Awesome!
(Lucios walks in)
Phantos: Hey Luc! watch what Emma and I taught Spirios!
Lucios: Not now, I want to get on the Bowflex and get in a light workout.
(Davin walks in)
Phantos: Hey Dav! Watch what We taught Spirios to do!
Davin: Maybe in a few minutes man, I needed to pick up a couple of files for Erlana.
(Lucios walks over to Davin's desk)
Lucios: Davin.
Davin: Lucios
Lucios: Listen man, I know you've been busy around here. If there's anything Phantos and I need to do to help out, you just say the word.
Davin: Thanks, I think for now I've got it covered.
(Davin and Lucios bump knuckles and Davin leaves. Lucios grabs his Sprint PCS phone and heads for the door.)
Lucios: I'm taking the Limo. Got to find something to eat around here.
(Lucios leaves)
Phantos: Awww man, noone wanted to see Spirios Play Dead!
Spirios: BARK!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:41:01 GMT -5
JA and AA are walking.
AA: where are we going?
JA: don't worry about it.
AA: what do you mean don't worry about it?
JA: i mean don't worry about it. just follow my lead.
AA: i wanna know what's going on. who was that on the phone before we left?
JA: the less you know the better.
AA: the less i know the more pissed off i am.
JA: wait. wait. hold on.
*JA stops them from walking and peaks around a sees firewoman and lucky walking, almost at her locker room.*
AA: firewoman? what do we want with her?
JA: just shut up and distract firewoman while i grab the guy with her.
AA: wait, that's the guy we saw beast kidnap. does this have anything to do with why we don't have to worry about him?
JA: it's part of it. now let's just do this before you fuck everything up.
*AA runs up behind firewoman just before she reaches her locker room and smacks her in the back of the head with a chair. she's dazed and stumbles around a bit. JA and AA take the opportunity to grab lucky and run off*
AA: you think she realizes it was us?
JA: hope not. with any luck she'll just figure it was beast and we can stay out of this mess.
*fade out*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:41:20 GMT -5
*SYB and skurge are sitting around, being in each other's body. the beast walks up to them and punches them both in the face.*
the beast: that's for stealing my gimmick.
*hardbody harris walks in and kicks them while they're down.*
HH: seriously. what the fuck?
*beast and HH walk their seperate ways.*
JA (from down the hall): hey beast. catch!
*JA tosses lucky to beast. beast, lucky in hand, quickly walks back to SYB and skurge*
the beast: seriously. fuckers.
*beast walks aways*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:41:41 GMT -5
(CTG is recovering in the infirmary from the beatdown he received. He tries to shake his head clear, but that only makes the room spin)
CTG: ....Camby? I thought he was gone, too... and I coulda sworn I heard Beast stomping around in the hallway.
(Davin Moreland walks in, and he doesn't look happy)
CTG: Davin...?
DM: Look who decided to join the party.
CTG: I came back at Rick's request
DM: Whatever. You left, that doesn't show me any loyalty.
CTG: I came back- just as I had promised. And it looks like a few others returned too. Not many will be allies.
DM: So are you going to try and save_us? dupe a buncha faces into wearing masks and capes and bounce around parking garages in a souped up jalopy that says a few pre-recorded messages to make it look like he's alive. This is serious business, Crete. You wanna play superhero, you can go back Up North.
CTG: (Stands) I can't go back. I threw away an opportunity of a lifetime to come back here to make sure this company (and Rick) stayed intact. I haven't had the chance to speak further with Rick. Chris Cole will be the next person on my list, and I WILL go through that monster Camby if I have to.
DM: worked real well for you the last time
CTG: .......
DM: Let me know when you're ready to play a grown-up's game (walks out)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:41:58 GMT -5
[Beast is walking down the hallway with Lucky in a bag slung over his shoulder. He turns the corner and BAM! The Dead Closes the Casket on his sorry ass.]
Dead: That's just a preview of things to come.
[Lucky scrambles to his feet and runs over to Firewoman, who is just getting to her feet from that wicked chair shot.]
L: Thank god that's over. What a nightmare...
[Firewoman looks down the hallway and sees The Dead standing over Beast. Fire and Dead exchange nods and The Dead walks away.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:42:22 GMT -5
**Bunny watches The Dead walk away from Firewoman and Lucky.**
Bunny: See ya later, Dead.
The Dead: The Dead will see you later, when he wins the Onslaught Championship from you on Wednesday night. Or maybe on Thursday morning.
Lucky: Thursday morning? I thought it was MidWeek Mayhem, meaning Wednesday?
Bunny: Wednesday is the middle of the week. Lucky's right.
Firewoman: Lucky's always right.
The Dead: This is correct.
Bunny: Not all the time, dude.
Firewoman: When has he been wrong?
Bunny: His FLIP ratio.
The Dead: Seemed spot on, to The Dead.
Bunny: At first look, you would think so.
Firewoman: I'm going to have to agree with The Dead on this one, Bunny. The FLIP ratio seemed very well thought out and neatly calculated.
Bunny: Yea, but he didn't include the fourth decimal place.
The Dead: Why does that matter?
Bunny: The fourth decimal place was occupied by a 6.
Firewoman: You mean...
Bunny: Correct, Fire.
The Dead: He didn't round up.
Firewoman: How could this have happened?
Lucky: Ignore him! He's lying to you both!
Bunny: Lying, I am not.
Firewoman: I don't know who to believe.
The Dead: The Dead is just in a state of pure shock and horror.
Bunny: I'm sorry, guys. I really didn't want to prove Lucky wrong, but it had to be done.
Lucky: You're an asshole, man.
Firewoman: The language, Lucky.
Bunny: It's alright, Fire. I can take it. I know that this is a very unusual and probably scary thing that he's going through right now.
**A random guy in a jumpsuit appears with a sheet of paper.**
Random Guy: Lucky, this is yours. It was left in the printer and I just got around to finding it there. Here ya go.
**Lucky looks at the paper, then turns it towards Bunny's face and gloats.**
Lucky: Check it out! There's the last page of the document!
Bunny: It says that due to a minor technicality, my recent matches ... lowered my FLIP ratio...
Lucky: Booyah!
Firewoman: I knew Lucky couldn't have been wrong.
The Dead: You scared The Dead for a minute, there.
**Lucky folds up the sheet of paper and puts it in his pocket. But the paper won't go in all the way. He shoves it until it creases, then pulls it back out.**
WHAM~!
**The Beast pops out of Lucky's pocket and throws Bunny through the ceiling, kicks The Dead in the nuts, and slams LADDER, who just happened to be hanging out around Bunny in the case that any sudden ladder jumps had to be attempted, into Firewoman's face.**
The Beast: You're coming with me!
Lucky: No! I'm fragile!
**The Beast leaves the scene with Lucky in the bag, slung over his shoulder.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:42:44 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is in the Run DLP Locker Room, presented by Aquafina watching a 1977 match between Ric Flair and Ricky Steamboat on the Sony Multimedia Center. Joining him is Phantos, Lucios, Emma, Spirios and Smokey.*
DM: Stupid Crete.
P: I don't understand why you have such a problem with him, Davin.
DM: Course you don't. You think you're a superhero too.
*Emma gives Phantos a weird look*
P: Davin that's not...
L: Listen Phantos, Davin may or may not have a point, but the fact remains, Crete is a traitor, and if there's anything I can't stand other than yellow-bellied cowards, it's a traitor. Shows a lack of testicular fortitude.
DM: You can't say balls?
L: Prolly not in that context, no.
DM: The point is Phantos, you can't trust a traitor. Giving up your "chance of a lifetime" isn't nearly enough. Crete's gonna have a tough time, because it's not just me - Stank isn't in his corner exactly either.
E: Times certainly have changed.
P: They certainly have.
DM: Crete's next "target" is Chris Cole? He better stay out of my way during our best of seven.
L: That could be epic.
DM: Could be, but more than that, it's important. Besides, I could sweep him, you never know.
E: Please, by challenging him to a best of seven, you guaranteed him 3 wins.
*Kayfabe enters*
K: Ya know, you don't even work here and I have to put up with this? It's hard enough with these three.
E: Sorry.
K: You should be.
*Kayfabe leaves*
L: Don't you have to cut a promo?
P: HOORAY PLOT DEVICES!
L: I wasn't aware you knew about that.
P: There's a lot you don't know about me.
L: Really?
P: Really.
DM: Can I cut my promo now?
L & P: Yeah, sorry.
DM: Eric...LD...You know, we've had our problems in the past, and we're gonna have our problems in the future, but one thing's for sure, you've NEVER seen a team like Stank and me, and Eric, to coin a favorite phrase of yours, there's "No Chance In Hell" you're beating us. And Cole, don't think I forgot - I hope you're watching, and I hope you've got your scouting in, because if you're not careful, you're gonna be known as "The Curtain Jerker" Chris Cole. You just can't beat me. I'm the better man. Accept it. There's no shame in quitting, Cole. And to Concrete Takaken Gryfon, stay out of my way, and stay out of my business. You want to help? Fine. But don't expect to be in the loop, and by all means, stay the hell out of the way. This is too important to let you screw up.
Smokey: Meow.
All: Awwwwww...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:43:07 GMT -5
Phantos, Lucios and Spirios are at the OOWF interview location.
Lucios: Bennett, this is All Your Fault. IF General Manager the Rick had the opportunity to focus on running the greatest wrestling company around, he would have made a rational decision. “No-Contest, Champions Retain, Re-Match Scheduled.” But due to your constant pressure and interference, He lost his ever-loving mind and vacated Our World Tag Team Championships. He ordered this ridiculous 5-Team Round Robin Tournament. We weren’t focused and lost last week to the only team capable of competing with us, The Midnight Sons. That won’t be happening again, I guarantee you.
Phantos: Apparently, this is our bye week in the Round Robin Tournament. Blitz, Voltage, prepare for yet another loss.
Lucios: You two are just road bumps on our paths to re-claiming Our World Tag Team Championships. We might not be the #1 Promo Team in the OOWF. We might not be Beer drinking-brawlers, We might not be…. Whatever Skurge and SYB are. What we are is the best Tag Team Wrestlers in this business.
Phantos: We are the standard for Tag Team Wrestling. We are the measuring stick. And when it is all said and done, We will prove that Nobody can measure up.
Spirios: BARK!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:43:40 GMT -5
Sexy Female Journalist #62 approaches F. Fonzworth III
SFJ- How do you feel about your match with Alexander Darling?
FFM- Should be a good one.
SFJ- How do you feel about him personally?
FFM- He's a fucking lying jizzbag who screwed me over to advance his own agenda. Assbag shithead lying fuckface cuntbag twatwaffle Sop...
SFJ- Sop?
FFM- I meant Darling.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
*Inside The DEA Luxury Suite*
The suite is quite empty at the current time with just Alexander Darling sitting on one of the couches watching a split screen on the brand new Sharp – AQUOS 52” Flat-Panel LCD HDTV that was recently bought after Eric O’Mac recently stole the existing TV’s out of the suite. Currently being shown on the split screen are the tag team match from a few weeks ago with Firewoman & himself facing off against MacCappington & Ecosystem; specifically the pre-match talk between Firewoman and Darling being looped over and over. On the other ½ of the screen are the finishing portions of that same match when Firewoman and Darling had almost complete control of the match. Darling is seemingly focused on the pre-match portion though.
Alexander is sitting intently watching that scene play out and seems to be looking for something beyond the surface. He looks around the room after a moment and mutters to himself,
Alexander Darling: Where the fuck is everyone?
Getting no response, he rewinds the tape and once again plays it…
And he rewinds it and watches it again.
Alexis Darling: Why are you watching that?
Alexander turns around and sees his sister enter the suite. She looks a little flustered, but nothing too far out of the ordinary.
Alexander: Hey sis, where have you been? This place has been empty most of the week. Seems like you’ve just gone and disappeared.
Alexis: Just taking care of some business brother dear. Trying to fix some of the messes you’ve gotten us into already.
Alexander: ME? Messes? Surely, you’re not serious.
Alexis: I’m really not in the mood to play your little games today Alex. I’m just so….I don’t know…but I know what’s coming and I can’t…
Alexander: Hey, come on over here and sit down. Maybe you can get your mind off that and help me try to find a weakness I can exploit this week.
Alexis: Sure…you must be tired of winning by roll-up by now?
Alexander: Cute Lexie.
Alexis walks over to the couch and takes a seat on the couch next to her brother as he picks up the large universal remote and hits play on it. Instead of the actual match portion of the screen picking up from where it was paused, the other half begins to play for the 4th or 5th time that we’ve seen.
Alexis: Why do you keep playing that? You don’t think she’s serious, do ya? I mean, I know she can be a real pain in the ass, but she’s not that bad.
Alexander: You’re kidding right…I think if that someone truly got on the wrong side of Firewoman, there is no one in this company who will be able to stand in her way.
Alexis: Really, how serious do you think she can be?
Alexander: Deadly!
Both siblings sit there in silence for a few moments to let that sink in…
Alexis: Well, I guess you better not piss her off then.
Alexander: Hey pot, meet kettle…you’re black.
Alexis: Hey that’s not fair. We’ve been getting along a lot better recently, I think.
Alexander: In that case, do you have any idea where she or Lucky may be. He was supposed to have some more statistics or some bullshit about steel cage matches and their role in Intercontinental Title matches. And Firewoman said she had some things she noticed in her matches with him that she was willing to share, but I haven’t seen either of them since Lucky gave me these tapes and I apologized to Fire.
Alexis: YOU apologized? Stop the presses.
Alexander: You’re a fucking comedian today Lexie. Yes I apologized, but I don’t think she was really paying attention. She seemed distracted by the shower or something and really didn’t want me there I think. She probably had another bell boy in there or something.
Alexis: Oh really??? That is interesting. But, nope…I haven’t seen them. And I know you may have forgotten, but I am a trained wrestler, maybe I can help you out.
Alexander: You want to?
Alexis: Sure, I want you to win brother. Title belts always look good. And maybe once we’re done with the tape, you can use me as your interviewer since the potential options seem to be having a tough time getting through customs.
Alexander: Sounds good.
The two get comfortable on the couch as Alexander hits play on the other half of the screen. The match plays through as well as some clips from the other meetings between MacCappington and Darling, Darling and Viper, and MacCappington and Fire. Quite a bit of time passes as there is numerous pausing and rewinding of all the matches going on as the two Darlings debate, argue, and even agree at times about different things. Finally after about two hours of viewing the tapes together…
Alexis: I think that’s enough Alex.
Alexander: Are ya sure? I mean, I’ve felt like I’ve been prepared the last 2 weeks too but if I didn’t use the ref’s stupidity against MacCappington there’s a good chance I’d have been the definition of transitional champ.
Alexis: I don’t know what to tell you Alex. You’ve never been in better shape and for the first time, probably ever, we’re doing it on our own. Not living in the shadow of anyone else. We came here on our own merits and we’ve made a splash…okay, sometimes we’ve made waves, but the point remains no matter what anyone else may say, you are one of the best wrestlers in this company and you’ve proven it in the ring.
Alexander: Hey, you know I could never do this if you weren’t always at my side.
Alexis: Then again, at times you can be a real pansy too. Seriously, sometimes I think Fire wears the pants in our little group and then other times, well I know she doesn’t.
Alexander: Huh, what did you say? I was focusing on this move here…
Alexis: Don’t worry about it and stop over-analyzing the damn match Alex. Look, nothing that’s happened between the two of you is going to prepare you for this week’s match. It’s a completely different environment inside a cage. You know that.
Alexander: You know…you’re damn right.
Alexander gets a gleam in his eyes, and Alexis notices it…
Alexis: Now brother dear…let me ask you this, is there anything you want to say to the former champ F. Fonzworth MacCappington III.
Alexander: Well yes there is Alexis.
Hey MacCappington, I wanted to say “Sorry Bout Your Damn Luck,” punk. See, you thought that I would fall in line with your ridiculous plan of becoming a foot soldier for Bennett and taking everything I’ve worked to achieve ON MY OWN and tossing it all away to get placed in some sort of pecking order. I don’t roll that way Fonzie. So, I took your offer, thought it over, and decided it wasn’t in my better interests to follow through. But I was going to take something that you valued and make you chase it.
And now you’ve chased me into a steel cage and I gotta tell ya, I love me some cage matches. Because when you’re inside a steel cage there are no rules and in this case you have to eliminate your opponent to the point where he can’t stop you from leaving that cage and grabbing the title belt and walking out of the arena as champion. So that’s what will happen to you this week Fonzworth. I am going to beat you down so much that you’re just going to be lying there while I walk out of that cage as your reigning Intercontinental; Champion.
It’s just too bad that there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. You can try and bring what exists of LOADED out to save ya, hell ya can bring out anyone you want but they won’t be able to stop you from being a 3-time defeated man at the hands of one Alexander Darling. So I’m going to leave ya with these parting words,
BOOYAH, Bitch!!!
Alexis: Always gotta get that catch phrase in, don’t ya?
Alexander: And now you’ve gone and ruined the closing shot. Oh just fade to black already…
*Fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:44:47 GMT -5
Alexander and Alexis are still sitting on the couch, watching the new Sharp – AQUOS 52” Flat-Panel LCD HDTV when a water bottle goes whizzing just slightly over their heads, hits the new television, and then bounces off onto the ground.
AD: Hey!!!
Firewoman is ANGRY~! and looking for destruction.
AD: Aren't you supposed to do that after you lose?
Alexis: Hush up. Fire, what's wrong?
FW: Not now, Alexis...No wait, I'll tell you, as you'll be needing to write another check. [She is pacing as she walks, enumerating the list on her fingers] First, I'm going to annihilate the once more Chickenshit Heels for the chair shot they just gave me to kidnap my valet, Lucky. Then I'm going to take Bunny's belt off of him and use it to strangle Beast into oblivion for continuing to fuck with me. Then I'm going to ...
Alexis stands in front of her, and puts both hands on Fire's shoulders and locks eyes with her, the way someone trying to really get through to someone would.
AD: Uh, Lexie... I don't think I'd do that...
Alexis: Fire. Calm down. You have a match to prepare for. Channel this all into that.
FW: Yes, I know, but....
Alexis: Fire. The match. The belt. Focus on that.
Alexander, who has been alternating between stepping back to avoid the explosion, and standing ready to defend Alexis, is amazed when he sees Firewoman...relax?
FW: You're right. I'll take care of it in the ring.
Alexis: Yes. But the right way. Don't go crazy....
AD: Lexie....
Alexis: You know what I mean. Keep your focus, and channel all this energy towards that. They won't know what hit them. I'll take Lucky's place ring-side.
FW: Fine. You're right. I'm going to go get ready. Geez, Alexis, get a barrette or something. [She brushes some hair away from Alexis's face.] I'm getting tired of doing that.
A much more focused Firewoman leaves to head to her locker room. A much more confused Alexander Darling turns to Alexis.
AD: How the hell did you do that?
Alexis: Doesn't matter. What matters is a focused Firewoman is bad news for Beast and Bunny. And maybe TheDead, too.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:45:11 GMT -5
<Moose is walking down the hall when he comes across Crete coming in the opposite direction, Crete eyes immediately burn with rage> CTG: Moose I am going to….. MHJ: You are not going to do a damn thing Crete, I am not an active wrestler right now, you touch me, and you are suspended, without pay for six months. CTG: WHAT? Are you really hiding behind that? MHJ: Hiding? Nah. Just want to see how far you will really go Crete. Let’s see how far the degradation of the super hero can go. Here <Moose hands Crete a baseball bat> Do it. I am begging you. CTG: Moose, I am not going to stoop to your….. MHJ: Just as I thought. My God you are pathetic Crete. Once again Cole and I play you like a fool. I know you watch, and I know you see that douche Orton with the title, a title you feel like YOU could have walked out of Wrestlemania with. Let me tell you Crete, we knew all along, we knew you would “do the right thing.” And for what? No one on Rick’s side trusts you, you are a coward who tucked his tail between his legs and ran off for Vince’s blood money. CTG:<burning with rage> THAT’S NOT WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT!! AND YOU KNOW IT!!! Moose, I swear to you, if it is the last thing I do in this business, if it is done with the last breath in my body, I will end your career. I will drive you from wrestling, not for personal glory but because it is the right thing to do. Wrestling will be better without Moosehead Jack. MHJ:<laughing> And how are you going to do that Crete? Huh? I have an army behind me, what do you have? Is there ONE person in this locker room that will come to your defense? Face it, not only did I cost you your shot at the WWE title, but I took away your honor and your respect as well. Face it Crete, you are nothing. CTG: As long as I believe in what I am fighting for, that’s all I need, in the end people will see that my intentions are pure. That is all that matters MHJ: Pure as the driven snow Crete, I’m sure. Maybe you can pay off some referee’s again, maybe you can lie cheat and steal your way to the top……again <at this Crete’s eyes flash with rage and he lifts the bat to nail Moose> MHJ: DO IT! I’M BEGGIN’ YA! <Crete pauses for a moment, then tosses the bat aside> CTG: No. Not like that. Your day will come Moose, and it will be in the ring. We are going to do this MY way, not yours. MHJ: I thought that’s what you would say. <As Crete turns around to leave, Cole and Eric O’Mac attack, NAILING Crete with a standing Ccon-chair-to! Crete falls to the floor in a heap, Cole pulls him to his feet and drops him with a HEADLINER on the floor. As Crete lays there clinging to consciousness, Eric reaches down and grabs Crete’s super hero shirt and tears it off his body, then PASTES him with one more chair shot> EOM: No super heroes Crete, there are no super heroes in the OOWF. You are DONE! <Eric spits on Crete and the three walk off down the hall and enter a room marked TEAM BENNETT, the Invisible Ninja Cameraman follows him in and we see there is a meeting about to start> LJB: Ok it looks like everyone is here. Ok this week we have matches of some significance. Last week I promised changes would be coming to the OOWF, and those changes start now. Concrete TG was the first one to feel it, there will be more where that came from. As most of you know, Moose will be managing anyone that wants someone in their corner. Just give the word and he is there. Ok first things first, Cole, you have a match against Crete. CC: Not a problem. That superhero simp is going down. Nothing to worry about there. LJB: That may be. Send Crete a strong message, we should probably just eliminate him first, he has no allies anyway. Now, Davin Moreland challenged you to a best of seven series…. CC: That will be taken care of in four weeks, then I can go about claiming my rightful spot as world champion. LJB: I like the confidence, that brings me to the next match, LD and Eric you have a tag match against Stank and Moreland. LDW: Figures, I deserve a one on one shot at Stank, he is hiding in a tag match, again LJB: Your shot will come. Gentlemen I think it goes without saying that Davin is completely fair game, he needs to be sent a message. EOM: And Stank? LJB: Let’s see where his loyalties lie first LDW: WHAT? He is clearly going with Rick LJB: I want to hear those words out of his mouth. I am not saying take it easy on him, just that, should he cross paths with us back stage, for the moment, Drink & Destroy is off limits. LDW: But in the ring? LJB: In the ring he is fair game. Viper, you have Firechild DV: Why? LJB: Fire requested it. Seems like he still thinks he has an agenda against MacCappington, I think this is your chance to put him out of his misery. DV: <eyes gleaming> I can do that LJB: MacCappington, you have Darling, I trust you are going to bring the IC title back home? FFM: Nope LJB: No? FFM: Nope. I am going to hurt that little prick. I don’t give a shit about the title right now. LJB: I have no objections to that, anyone else in the room object to that? <dead silence> Excellent. Darling will be dealt with. The Dead: And Firewoman? LJB: Well Dead, you have a four way against Bunny, Beast and Fire, we all know you can win the title. As far as Firewoman goes……right now give her the same treatment as Drink & Destroy <a general murmur goes up among the crowd> Just for now. Eventually she is going to see through Darling’s bullshit and when she does, she would be a valuable asset to our cause. Dead, do what you have to to win the title, and everyone else, you see Darling, you know what to do. MHJ: And Alexis? <Bennett just glares at Moose> LJB: You know what the deal is there Moose. Finally, the tag team tournament, IHOP, you face BAD and The Heels, you face The Midnight Sons. Now, I know in his last desperate act Rick was trying to pull us apart by putting two Bennett teams in the tourney. But its not going to work. This just means we have a better shot of walking away with the gold. You two both take care of business this week, and the rest will sort itself out in time. Now, any questions? |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:45:30 GMT -5
[El Muerte is seen running through the halls.]
Muerte: Viva El Muerte! I am Mexico's number one export!
[Fade.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:45:51 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland, as he is wont to do, is wandering the hallways aimlessly. He happens upon the bloody corpse of Concrete TG. He sucks in a deep breath, mumbles something like "being a face sucks" and goes over to help*
DM: Takaken, you ok?
CTG: *weakly* Citizen Davin, do not concern yourself with such...
DM: Dude, shut the fuck up and drop the act for a second. Are you ok?
CTG: Think so.
*Davin helps Crete up and helps him back to the "Used to be Heroes Guild"*
DM: Some advice?
CTG: What?
DM: Next time? Use the bat. This isn't a joke anymore; and we've all got to be done "living the gimmick". If you value anything, you'll heed that advice.
CTG: I'll remember that Citiz....Davin.
*Davin leaves and catches El Muerte flying full speed down the hallway, so naturally, Davin catches him with a clothesline. Ow.*
DM: Chingate cabron!
*He turns to the ninja cameraman. Apparently, he's a shitty ninja*
DM: Bennett? I'm fair game now? Fair enough. That makes you fair game too. And you've got to know a few things about me by now. Although I must say, that was an interesting supposition on your part to never approach me in the beginning. That chance has passed Mr. Bennett, and if it's war you want? This soldier's reporting for duty.
*Davin thinks better of saluting which thankfully avoids more comparisons to Cena and walks away*
Smokey: Meow.
DM: Where the fuck did you come from?
Smokey: Meow.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:46:23 GMT -5
OBJ - I'm telling you, mate... Sting hands down.
DHM - Who? Are you kidding me?
OBJ - Owen Hart, with all due respect, shouldn't even be mentioned in the same breath as Sting.
DHM - Oh C'MON!
Spin - Guys here comes Stank
<Stank walks into the Destroyitarium. The rest of Drink and Destroy rise from their bar stools and walk over to the OOWF World Champion. Outback Jack stands to the right of Stank. The Midnight Sons to his left.>
Stank - It's done. You guys sure about this?
DHM - We're with you, champ. It's the right thing to do.
Stank - Jack?
OBJ - I go where you go.
Stank - Spin?
Spin - You don't have to ask.
Stank - ... Alright then, I'm going over to Bennett's office.
Spin - Neither Erlana or Davin would be happy with that.
Stank - I don't care.
Spin - You're going to be his tag team partner at Mayhem.
Stank - So?
OBJ - I'm going with you.
Stank - Jack..!
OBJ - Ah! Don't try to talk me out of it.
Spin - We're all going with you.
Stank - We don't ALL need to go.
OBJ - It ain't about need. We're going.
Stank - Fine.
<Drink & Destroy exit the Destroyitarium and board their rental vehicle. They drive a short distance to the arena then exit. They enter the arena and round the halls to LJ Bennett's office.>
Stank - Let me do all the talking.
OBJ - No worries.
<Drink & Destroy enter LJ Bennett's office and time stands still as LJB and crew stop what they're doing and stare at the big men. FFM is the only other man in the room as big as the members of Drink & Destroy. LJB and Moose appear to be all business as D&D enters. Viper looks at Stank with hate in his eyes, LD Williams with steely resolve. Eric and Cole both glance at the World title Stank carries over his shoulder, then look over the rest of D&D. The Dead appears indifferent. MacCappington approaches Stank.>
FFM - Hey man.
Stank - Lock.
FFM - I really wish you would not...
Stank - I really wish would step aside. I have some business I need to attend to.
FFM - Well don't let me stop you.
<FFM moves aside and Stank walks over to LJB's desk. The rest of Drink & Destroy stand by the door.>
LJB - Ah Mr. Mann. What brings you to my office. Good News I hope.
<Stank lays his title belt across LJ Bennett's desk.>
Stank - Yeah... you could say that.
LJB - Excellent. The World Champion amongst our ranks counts as our biggest acquisition yet-
MHJ - Hold on Bennett... I know that look Stank... you're making a BIG mistake.
Stank - No. The mistake was not joining Rick's side sooner.
<The room is deathly quiet for a few moments. Viper and Cole slowly get up from their seats, and make their way towards the back of Stank. FFM walks up directly behind the OOWF Champion and crosses his arms. The Midnight Sons make a move, but OBJ stills them and gestures that they should wait before acting. All the while, Stank never takes his eyes off Bennett. LJB for his part appears nonplussed.>
LJB - I... I don't get it. Is this about you and me, still? I apologized...
Stank - And you're a fool if you think a mere apology will cover what you said. What you tried to do to me-
LJB - Was a mistake... I see that now.
Stank - And the only reason you SEE that is because I'M the OOWF WORLD CHAMPION! NOT MOOSE, NOT LD WILLIAMS, NOT VIPER, NOT JOHNNY ADRENALINE!
LJB - ...
MHJ - Stank... you should reconsider...
Stank - Moose... you should shut up.
EOM - WHO the FUCK are YOU to come in here... just WHO the FUCK do you THINK you are?? Acting all BIG and BAD! You're in the LION's DEN man! What makes you think we won't shove that World title up your ASS and throw you and your boys out of here after what you've just said?
<Stank turns to Eric O'Mac.>
Stank - Eric... you wanna try me... come get it.
LJB - No! That's not happening now.
EOM - What! Did you hear what he said? He's joining Rick's SIDE! He's the ENEMY!
CC - Actually I'm glad of it. Less conflict of interest.
Stank - Actually Cole your little speech was very instrumental in my decision.
CC - That a fact?
Stank - It is.
CC - Which part exactly?
Stank - Well I seem to recall you saying that you are the new sheriff in town.
CC - uh huh.
Stank - Things are going to go your way.
CC - That's right.
Stank - That YOU are the best damn leader we could EVER ask for.
CC - EVAR!
Stank - What a CROCK of SHIT!
CC - Are you questioning me?
Stank - The combination of Bennett AND you... not to mention Viper! For fuck's SAKE, THAT pill became TOO jagged for me to swallow. It made the choice all the easier. Since Bennett here is so hell bent on forcing the issue and MAKING us ALL choose a side... I choose NOT YOUR side. Which I guess puts me squarely on Rick's side. That little performance of yours, Cole, in the steel cage... your speech...
MHJ - Don't tell me YOU have a problem with the way Cole and I worked Rick? I seem to recall you and I having a similar business relationship.
Stank - Yeah, how could I forget... what with you in my ear about it, just about every time you and I speak.
MHJ - I think it worth mentioning.
Stank - Well save it. I don't have a problem with how you and Cole worked Rick. My issue is how everyone of you are working the OOWF.
EOM - FINE! You've said your peace... now get the fuck out.
Stank - Eric... Right now I don't really have an issue with you... matter of fact I have nothing but respect for everyone in this room... except you Viper...
Viper - Right back at you fatty.
Stank - and maybe you Cole...
Cole - I'm hurt.
Stank - And definitely you Bennett. I played the tape for the board just prior to our coming over here... they weren't pleased, but I think your job is still safe... as is mine. They've decided to stay out of it, for now... They think this war is good for business... Fancy that.
EOM - You've got about five seconds to take your ass outta here before we put you out.
LJB - Hold it. Mr. Mann has spoken for himself... I'm curious if he speaks for the rest of you boys in Drink and Destroy.
OBJ - We're with Stank.
LJB - Mr. Hansen... Mr Magnusson?
Spin - ...
DHM - Partner?
Spin - The Midnight Sons are Drink and Destroy through and through. Where Stank is... is where the Midnight Sons are.
LJB - I'm very sorry to hear that.
Stank - So... should I just hand this title to you... cause I'm NOT interested in playing along with whatever half baked plan you got in screwing me out of it.
Viper - I'll take it.
LJB - No one's taking anything... Mr. Mann what kind of Wrestling Fed do you think I run? I'm not interested in screwing you out of your World Championship... and incidentally my plans are never half baked.
Stank - Yeah... How'd that PHWF thing work out for you?
LJB - Its failure lies solely at the feet of Rick.
Stank - You keep telling yourself that.
LJB - It doesn't matter now, because soon I will have total control of the OOWF and the World title. And I won't need to "screw" you, as you say, out of it.
Cole - Yeah, I'm just going to beat you in the middle of the ring for it, anyway... uh that is if LD doesn't beat you first... you or him, it doesn't matter... I'm getting it back as soon as I take care of some things.
Stank - You know what... fuck you Cole. I can't wait to meet you in the middle of the ring. How long ago was it you won the Invitational? I've been champ this whole time. If you really wanted a piece of me... you would've stepped up by now. But you're scared aren't you? You WANT someone to take ME out so YOU don't have to face me your damn self.
<Cole walks right up to Stank. FFM holds him back.>
CC - You're damn LUCKY I got more important matters to attend to.
Stank - More important than the biggest prize in this Fed? Davin's right... you ARE a coward.
<Cole, Viper and Eric all make a move, which prompts Outback Jack and The Midnight Sons to do the same. Stank holds his ground as Bennett shouts...>
LJB - ENOUGH! There will be NO physical violence in this office today! Mr. Mann I think you've said quite enough. You and your men may leave.
<Stank grabs his belt, shoves his aggressors aside, and exits followed by the rest of D&D.>
MHJ - Damn it.
EOM - Fuck him. We don't need him.
Cole - Arrogant son of bitch.
LDW - Remind you of anyone?
Cole - No. Who are YOU thinking of?
LDW - Oh I don't know... goes by the name of The main-
LJB - Mr. Williams please. This is only a minor setback.
FFM - How do you figure that?
<The Dead who has been silent this whole time decides to chime in.>
TD - The Dead thinks we can still get them to join us.
Viper - The Dead is a fucking moron. We DON'T NEED STANK!
LJB - No The Dead has point. I mean he didn't exactly swear allegiance to Rick.
EOM - Are you kidding ME? We all heard him say he was on Rick's side!
LJB - Only because of his issues with me and... past grudges with the two of you, Cole... Viper.
FFM - I've been meaning to ask... just what ARE his issues with you?
MHJ - Now is not the time to discuss it.
LJB - Agreed. As long as Mr. Mann has little faith in Rick... we can still get him.
EOM - Why do we EVEN CARE?
MHJ - Eric... this whole if you're not with us you're against us attitude is counterproductive.
EOM - Shut up Moose. I don't care.
MHJ - How about NO one tell me again to shut up today... or they will find a barbed wire bat planted firmly up their-
LJB - Gentlemen please! The time for hostilities will come. Let's save it for Mayhem.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:46:46 GMT -5
4/8/08
Camera fades to hotel bar and we see Seamus, Damon and a cast of long hair freaky people drunk and partying the night away…Seamus is standing in the middle of the bar in his underwear and the Finnish Flag tied around his neck like a cape, a fifth of whiskey in one hand and a dark haired woman in the other…
Seamus: “ Anette sing me a song would ya?”
Anette: “Anything for my Seamie”
(singing)
“We seduce the dark with pain and rapture
Like two ships that pass in the night
You and I, a whore and a bashful sailor
Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind
All you love is a lie
You one-night butterfly
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night”
Damon: “Ahhhh I think I’m gonna cry”
Emppu: “Fuck you…that’s a great song”
Damon: “Whatever, she could sing the phone book as long as she looks like that.”
Seamus: “D, don’t be an ass in front of the band…they’re here to unwind and have fun and so are we…no fighting.”
Damon: “Yes papa…whatever you say papa!”
Seamus throws the whiskey at Damon, who catches it and takes a swing while flipping Seamus off
Seamus: “That’s me fucking whiskey!”
Damon: “Was your whiskey”
Seamus shakes head and turns to a big long haired guy with a long braided beard…
Seamus: “So when do you leave?”
Marco: “We have two days off before we head back to France. We would have just stayed there but when Anette heard you would be here we just had to come home…heading back to Lyon Thursday morning.”
Damon:” So you coming to the show on Wednesday?”
Emppu” Yeah we’re coming but when are you guys coming to a Nightwish show?”
Seamus: “Maybe Thursday if we can make the flight and then head off to Russia”
Damon: “Book it Bro…I been to France there was plenty of romance, I been to England too there wasn’t much to do…one thing I know is true…I would rather dooooooo….is rockin’ in the USA…”
Seamus: “Don’t quit your day job”
Damon: “You just call me a jobber?”
Seamus: “Never-mind”
Anette: “Come on Seamie let’s go to your room and catch up…”
Emppu: “ahhh huh…”
Seamus: “You gonna keep me whiskey?”
Damon: “You gonna need it?”
Seamus grabs Anette and walks arm in arm out of the bar whistling that same fucking song, camera swings over to see Damon talking to a hot blond Nightwish groupie….
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:47:20 GMT -5
AA and JA are watching Stank's appearance in from of LJ Bennett on OOWF-TV. (Why they weren't in the room with Bennett is another story. See, that's just how they roll...)
AA spontaneously flips out, Ric Flair-style.
AA: Stank! Stank! By GAWD, Stank! You forgot someone! One very important person! ME! AA! Att! I! Tude! Adjuster! I could beat you for that OOWF World Title belt if I wanted to. If I wanted to! I just so happen don't want to right now. But if I ever decide to, you can bet that I will take that belt from you. You don't forget my name, BE-YOTCH!
JA: Ummm, AA, aren't you spreading yourself a little thin? Again?
AA: Dude, he insulted me.
JA: I'm sure he just forgot.
AA: Really? (AA looks around, a bit confused and thoughtful.) Oh. Well, it would be a good money match anyway. And you'd be at ringside, right? Right? Johnny?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:47:40 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland leaves the General Manager's office and sees all of Drink and Destroy walk by toward their Destroyitarium*
S: ...
DM: *nod*
S: *nod*
Smokey: Meow.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:48:03 GMT -5
<D&D walk into the Destroyitarium> Spin - I'm with Jack on this one. DHM - No way is Crystal hotter than Daffney! Spin - Daffney is kind of ghastly. DHM - What can I say... I like em ghastly. OBJ - You do, don't you? Spin - Well I don't care fo- WHAT THE...? DHM - You boys better have a good reason for being in here? <Stank trails Jack and the Midnight Sons and stops short as he spies The Heels sitting at the bar.> AA - Hey we caught your little promo on your flatscreen here... WHAT GIVES Stank? Stank - Um... what? JA - He wants to know wh- Stank - SHUT THE FUCK UP, JOHNNY! JA - ... AA - ... Stank - Sorry, I couldn't resist. AA - Why didn't you mention ME in your promo, Mr. World Champion man??? Stank - Um... what are you talking about? JA - He's talking abo- OBJ,Spin,Mags - SHUT THE FUCK UP, JOHNNY! JA - ... AA - ... Spin - Tee Hee Hee that IS fun. JA - (mocking) Tee Hee Hee that is fun  Stank - What are you two doing in our Destroyitarium? JA - What, we're not allowed to... oh... You're STILL doing that gimmick where you guys take over a local bar and call it your Destroyitarium? Stank - It's worked for us so fa- AA - WHY DIDN'T I GET A MENTION IN YOUR PROMO!!!!!?? Stank - ... OBJ - ... Spin - ... DHM - ... AA - ... JA - ... AA - Um... dot, dot, dot, is NOT an answer! JA - YOU did it. AA - Shut the fuck up Johnny. JA - Okay how's about no one tell me to shut the fuck up for the rest of the millennium... or they'll get what Moose said. Stank - What did he say? AA - Something about a barbed wire bat up the ass, if you smell what he's cookin. OBJ - He said that, really? JA - Not exactly. Stank - Um... why haven't you guys left, yet? DHM - Better yet, why haven't we beaten you senseless? AA - Hellooo... clique talking here. Shush now. <Kayfabe walks out the women's restroom, walks over to AA, takes his drink and dumps it over his head.> KF - Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me. <Kayfabe exits the bar.> Stank - Attitude, let me ask you this. Were you a big time player in the PHWF? <AA wrings out wine from his hair into his wine glass.> AA - HELL YES I was big time! Stank - Not according to Bennett you were. AA - WHAT? Stank - You wonder why I didn't mention you? Ask your boss LJ Bennett. He knows exactly why I didn't mention you. I didn't just pull those names out my ass. Spin - Less talking, more fighting! <The Midnight Sons chase The Heels all around the bar, but the Heels escape out the back way, as Stank and OBJ sit at the bar.> OBJ - Clique? Stank - This bar serves wine? |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:48:30 GMT -5
*Back at Bennett's office, Harper Camby is seated across the desk from Bennett, looking at paperwork, while the Heels are explaining to the rest of the crew what happened back at the Destroyitarium*
JA: We could have taken them, no problem.
AA: Right, but they had Ludvig Borge backing them up.
JA: And we could have taken him too, but we figured that would create an international incident.
The Dead: The Dead has heard you guys have a knack for international incidents.
LD Williams: And a knack for running away.
*Across the room, LJB hands a file to Camby*
LJB: So here's your notarized contract, and a memo on the dress code.
HC: Great, when I get home I'll put them in the attic in a shoebox where I keep my...
*At that moment Wally B King struts in*
WBK: You wanted to see me, mate?
LJB: Mr. King, let's see if we can reach an understanding. Things got out of hand a little while ago, but perhaps you could have a word with your men.
WBK: As a businessman, I never say never.
LJB: I thought you could perhaps be helpful.
WBK: Problem is, I only manage one of the guys, and he's following Stank's lead right now.
LJB: So try to reason with Stank, then.
WBK: Well, Stank seems to be fired up right now. Quite frankly, he scares me a little when he gets that way.
*Camby stands up, glaring and flexing his muscles*
HC: Maybe you need a little "motivation", Wally. After I get through with you, Stank will be the least of your worries.
LJB: Now hold on! I thought I made it clear there will be no violence in this office!
HC: Fine, then maybe later. You'd better watch your back, Wally!
WBK: Maybe I'd better get someone to watch my back for me.
HC: Like Outback Jack? Don't make me laugh. There isn't a man around here who can stop me. *Flexes some more*
WBK: No "man" around here can stop you, mate? Good to know that. Maybe I need the right woman, then.
LDW: Hey, Wally, you don't mean...
WBK: Oh yes I do. I mean, you heard what Harper said, right?
LDW: This is not happening.
WBK: But think of how nice it would be to have her along on this tour. She could spend some quality time with you and Donny, get to know some of your friends better...
JA: Are you seriously talking about bringing in *gulps* LD's momma? That woman is certifiably...OW!
*AA noted the look on LD's face and kicked Johnny's leg to make him stop*
JA (hopping): What's wrong with just saying "Shut the fuck up, Johnny!" anyways?
AA: I thought you didn't like that.
JA: It's better than being kicked in the shin!
LDW: Shut the fuck up, Johnny!
JA: See!
LDW: Camby, back off. There's a long trip ahead of us, and if Wally decides to bring Momma along, I'm holding you responsible.
HC: Like I care?
TD: The Dead doesn't understand. What's the big deal about some middle-aged lady showing up?
LDW: Long story. I'll tell you later.
WBK: Anyways, Bennett, I'll keep in touch. See if you can get Cole to keep his pet ape on a leash.
*Wally strolls out as Camby glares and smacks his palm with his fist*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 31, 2008 17:49:00 GMT -5
(CTG walks out of the infirmary and walks back to his locker room. He quietly closes the door and settles in to go through his duffel bag. He pulls out parts of his costume and sighs)
CTG: ..... they're not getting it. Not at all.
(CTG looks solemnly at his mask and debates even wearing it for that evening's show)
CTG: (mostly to himself) the world still needs heroes, even if they don't wear masks.
(He puts the mask back into the duffel, followed by carefully folding his cape into a triangular shape like a flag. Once that is put away he gathers his purple and silver tights and leaves those out for the show.)
CTG: (stands) if I must start from the beginning, I will. (turns quietly to the Ninja Cameraman) My name is Takaken Gryfon, I go by the nickname, "Concrete" because I know that I am a solid performer in the ring and at one time, was a foundation of the OOWF. Those who wish to interpret "chasing an opportunity that comes once in anyone's lifetime" as "Traitorous" is welcome to their opinion, because deep down, anyone in my boots would have gone Up North for the exact same opportunity. I came back because this company is a house divided, and I will not stand idle and see that house fall. I don't wish to defend the company I helped in the beginning on my own, or with a further fractured front against the likes of Mr. Bennett.
He gave me an opportunity as well in PHWF; am I a traitor for that as well? I thought not. He gave me a fair chance there and things did not work out. I came back to OOWF and no harm done there.
Yet walking away from a chance to be immortalized on the Grandest Stage of Them All for the sake of friends and allies is not enough for some of you? I'm sorry for that. This is a sacrifice I will have to live with for the rest of my life.
I'll not dwell on it here. My point is that we cannot be independents fighting a united front under the avarices of Mr. Bennett. I ask only assistance in bringing the OOWF back to the company we all signed up for in the beginning, not the war-torn wasteland it will become.
I am not wearing my mask as I tell you this. There are no masks to pass around. There is only the request. I make it to all those who have been my allies in my past, and those who want to become my allies in the future.
There will be justice for this company, and contrary to anyone else's thought I am under no delusion that I can do this alone. If I must, I will try, alone. But inevitably, all must choose a side or there will be nothing left to fight for.
(He turns away from the camera and seats himself, going back into his duffel for a set of resistance bands to warm up for his match against Cole).
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