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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:25:48 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Phnom Pehn, Cambodia
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Stank
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
IHOP vs. Phantos & Lucios
OOWF Onslaught Championship Casket Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. The Dead
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
World's Greatest Fag Team & Attitude Adjuster vs. Gaelic Storm & Alexis Darling
Tytan vs. Outback Jack
Amnesiac & Concrete TG vs. Eric O'Mac & Tyson Kincaid
Davin Moreland & Alexander Darling vs. Donovan Viper & Poe
Moosehead Jack vs. Justin Sane
The Midnight Sons vs. Cape Town Cannibals
Chris Cole & Blitz vs. Knife & Mark Vander
ZK DeBeers Gauntlet Match
card subject to gnome warfare
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:26:28 GMT -5
*Back at the Run DEA Suites, Presented by Aquafina, Davin Moreland is STORMING~! in*
DM: Where the FUCK is Alexis?
*Emma, sitting quietly with Spirios on the couch, says nothing but points in the direction of one of the rooms. It's clear she looks unsettled about Davin's current state of mind. Davin says nothing, and just knocks on the door. Loudly. A female voice is inside*
FV: Just a minute!
*Davin considers knocking again, but decides against it and simply barges in, and we see Alexis Darling, who is just finishing getting dressed*
AD: What the fuck? Davin? What the fuck?
DM: What the fuck? Are you fucking KIDDING ME? YOU SAID YOU COULD DO IT! YOU SAID YOU'D BE FINE! "DON'T WORRY DAVIN", "IT'S UNDER CONTROL DAVIN", "IT WON'T BE A PROBLEM DAVIN", "THEY'LL BE FINE WITHOUT YOU DAVIN". THE FUCK, ALEXIS?
AD: It wasn't my...
DM: BULLSHIT! YOU couldn't take care of yourself in the ring and YOU COST PHANTOS AND LUCIOS THOSE BELTS!
AD: Championships.
DM: FUCK YOU!
AD: No Davin, FUCK YOU. Fuck you for acting like this whole thing was my fault, I got double-teamed...
DM: And what happened? You couldn't fucking HANDLE IT! You didn't see it coming? You're the one that supposedly KNOWS how to handle herself in the ring. And you don't. You couldn't. You lied to ME, but worse than that, YOU LIED TO PHANTOS AND LUCIOS! They TRUSTED you. At least I know better.
AD: Fuck you Davin, it's not like that.
DM: NO! You see Alexis, it is EXACTLY like that. Those two work together seamlessly as one person out there in the ring. They are THE BEST Tag Team I have ever seen in action. They know what the other is thinking. If they need a 3rd, they only need someone to WATCH THEIR FUCKING BACK! YOU tried to play the hero. YOU tried to get a submission on someone twice your fucking size. YOU had to be the one to go for all the fucking glory. Guess what, not only is that selfish as all fuck, but YOU are not GOOD ENOUGH to try to outshine those two. I'M not good enough. You sit back. You watch their backs. That's it. That was your job. You SWORE up and down that you could do it. But guess what? You couldn't. Because your own FUCKING PRIDE got in the way of your teammates. Your PARTNERS. At least now we all know the truth, your about as reliable as a broken condom.
AD: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WAS!
DM: That IS how it was. YOU thought you were the best worker out there, and better than the best tag team of all time, and two of the best tag team WRESTLERS of all-time on the other side. You stupid, selfish little bitch. No wonder everyone hates you.
AD: Everyone DOES NOT HATE ME. *tears start to well up in her eyes*
DM: As a person? Not everyone. As a wrestler? FUCK. YES. You should have stayed a valet. What's next? You gonna cost Fire her belt next?
AD: FUCK YOU DAVIN! The only reason you're mad is because YOU don't have a belt any more!
DM: Thanks to you. And that's not why. It's because my brothers Phantos and Lucios no longer have belts that they deserve. This has NOTHING to do with me. This was SUCH a bad idea.
AD: What?
DM: What? What the fuck do you think? And all the while I thought it was Alexander that was going to be the weak link. Well, I was wrong. I'm looking at the weak link, Alexis.
*Alexis bites her lower lip and says nothing, trying not to cry*
DM: If you want to stick around, learn a little something about trust and honesty. Your BROTHER has, and you're here still trying to be a glory hound ans swerve people. That's NOT what this was about, and you damned well know it. I was stupid to ever have listened to you in the first place. So it will NEVER happen again. I do not trust you. I do not respect you. You are Alexander's sister and that's it, and you will be treated as such. Any friendship or working relationship we had? It is, as of right now, over. Now I don't give a fuck what you do or don't do; but there are two dejected guys with masks on in the other room that DESERVE A FUCKING APOLOGY! Of course, only a decent person with morals would do that. You're entitled. You're here for yourself. So it won't happen. So, Ms. Darling, if you require anything in terms of the DLP Consortium meeting next week, please call my assistant at the home office. I would like no further contact from you on ANY matter. I hope that's clear. Good day.
*Firewoman and Samantha Darling come rushing in due to the yelling*
FW: What the fuck is going on here?
DM: Nothing, I was just leaving.
*Davin punches a hole in the wall as he leaves, while Samantha and Firewoman surround Alexis, who has slumped onto the bed*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:26:56 GMT -5
<Davin is STORMING down the hall of random encounters when he spies Stank with his back turned, talking to a SFJ of indeterminate numerical denotation.>
SFJIND - So what do I do?
Stank - Just go have a talk with Rick. His office is just dow-
DM - HEY YOU!
<Stank turns and faces Davin Moreland.>
DM - What THE FUCK!?!
Stank - What's your problem?
DM - My problem... MY PROBLEM??
Stank - ...
DM - I'll tell you my fucking PROBLEM! I just LOST one championship because of a stupid selfish egotistical BITCH of a glory hound... and you know right NOW... I think I'm looking at ANOTHER ONE!
<Stank turns his head to look behind him. The SFJ has cleared out, discretion being the better part of valor. Stank turns back and points to himself in confusion.>
Stank - Who me?
DM - (mocking) who me? YES YOU!
Stank - OK first, you need to take that fucking base out of your voice, calm the fuck down then tell me where the hell this shit is coming from.
DM - "I" not "You" AM the #1 contender for the WORLD title, yet it's "YOU" who is getting the shot at LD Williams come Mayhem! Why do you think THAT is?
Stank - Honestly I ha-
DM - I'LL TELL YOU WHY! Because of your buddy the BOOKERMAN!
<Kayfabe walks over and gives Davin the stinkeye.>
DM - BACK OFF BITCH!! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD!!!
Stank - Davin I have no control over who-
DM - SAVE IT, "TEAMMATE!" You know it's true! You and Williams all buddy buddy, writing promos for each other and what not.
Stank - Technically AA wrote the promo. I-
DM - I DON'T GIVE a FLYING SHIT WHO-
Stank - DAVIN! Interrupt me one more time! Do IT!
DM - ...
Stank - ...
DM - ...
Stank - You ready to listen?
DM - Shoot.
Stank - I know what you're implying and you can shove it up your ass. ONE, I'm shocked that after all the time you've been here in the OOWF you haven't realized, yet that BEING the #1 contender means fuck all toward WHEN you get your title shot! It only means that you are GUARANTEED a shot. TWO, IF I beat LD Williams for the title I will be MORE than happy to tear the house down with you, for the belt.
DM - Then again, that isn't up to you, now is it?
Stank - Then why the fuck are you all up in MY grill about it?
DM - YOU were angling for a shot at the title.
Stank - Yeah? So?
DM - You're NOT the only one around here who can BE world CHAMP!
Stank - Clearly.
DM - I'm SERIOUS STANK!
Stank - Obviously.
DM - DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!
Stank - Davin I'm not...! Will you just calm down.
DM - I WILL NOT CALM DOWN... I'm FUCKING PISSED, ALRIGHT!! Alexis LOSES our BELTS and to ADD insult to injury YOU... my supposed TEAMMATE is *WHUF!*
<Davin's sentence is CUT OFF by a SPEAR from Alexander Darling!! Alex starts pummeling Davin in the face. Davin rolls Alex off of him and pounces, laying in punches of his own.>
Stank - HEY!HEY!HEY!HEY! CUT THAT SHIT OUT!!
<Stank, with tremendous effort, separates the two men, holding each back as they reach across to swipe at one another!>
Stank - Hey! HEY! I BETTER NOT get HIT! STOP IT! What the FUCK is GOING ON??!
Alex - Don't YOU EVER talk to MY sister like THAT again! Or so HELP ME-
DM - WHAT? What are YOU going to do?
Stank - ENOUGH!!
<Davin swipes Stank's hand away from him.>
DM - No I'm DONE!
<Davin starts to walk away, but Stank grabs him by the arm.>
Stank - Oh HELL no! You are NOT walking away like this! The THREE of us are going to HASH this out!
<Stank KICKS open a door in front him.>
Stank - Get in there! Both of YOU!
Alex - Whose locker room is that?
Stank - I don't give a shit! Right now it's ours! Get in!
<Stank shoves both Davin and Alex into the empty locker room. Before he slams the door behind him, we see Stank reach up and pull a string. A single light bulb illuminates a small section of the darkened room, as the door slams, cutting off the NCMs.>
<Camera fades.>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:27:22 GMT -5
<LD and Moose are standing down the hall a bit watching the exchange>
MHJ: Gotta love team unity!
LDW: maybe I should thank the bookerman for giving Stank the title shot, worked like a charm
<Moose and Williams continue down the hall>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:27:56 GMT -5
In the Run-DEA suites, Firewoman is in her locker room, and this time she is tending to Lucky’s burns, instead of the other way around. She is displaying an uncharacteristically gentle bedside manner. The NinjaCam uses their secret portal to pick things up mid conversation.
FW: -- not your job. Your job is to bring me water and towels, calculate likelihoods, and keep me from killing people.
L: I know, but if I hadn’t pushed you--
FW: Don’t think this means I’m not grateful, I am. Just – well, don’t do it again, okay? If anything happened …
L: What?
FW: Well, I’d have to train a new valet, wouldn’t I? Okay, you’re all set. Fortunately, they’re just first degree, a bad sunburn. No scars on that handsome face.
Lucky rolls his eyes.
L: Whatever, Fire. So now what?
FW: Well … I think I’ll go for a walk with Lexie, she’s still pretty upset from Davin yelling at her. And I might want to have a talk with Davin.
L: Play nice.
FW: You worry too much. You stay here and rest, okay? Drink the rest of that water.
Firewoman leaves the locker room, to find the suites empty. She shrugs and goes hall wandering. In the Hallway of Random Encounters, she runs into one Eric O’ Mac, flanked by two members of OOWF Security.
EoM: Firewoman! Just the person I was looking for.
FW: Really? Looking for another uppercut?
EoM: Still arrogant, eh? Great showing Team Rick had last night.
FW: Get out of my way.
EoM: Sure, sure, in a second, but there’s a memo here from Mr. Bennett. It’s being sent to all OOWF talent, but I wanted to hand deliver yours. Just to make sure you got it, and answer any questions you might have.
FW: Save it. There’s nothing Bennett or his minions has to say that concerns me.
EoM: Oh but this does concern you. Here, allow me to read it for you.
FW: Big fuckin’ deal. Lucky is covered as OOWF staff through his DEA contract.
EoM: Oh, but wait….there’s more.
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Eric O’ Mac smiles smugly as this last bit sinks in. Firewoman seethes.
FW: So wait… that means --
EoM: Yeah, unfortunately that means your boyfriend won’t be able to join us. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about this.
FW: Yeah, right. This was probably your idea.
EoM: Not at all! But you have to admit, his last visit caused quite the disruption in the Run-DEA suites. It’s in the best interests of the company really.
Firewoman gets nose to nose with Eric O’ Mac
FW: You know what’s in the best interests of this company? If you and Bennett find whatever rock you came from and slither back underneath it. And I can’t wait until I find that rock.
EoM: Easy now. You don’t want to lay a hand on me. I’m not acting as a wrestler now, I’m a staff member delivering a new directive. You know what the consequences of attacking staff are, don't you, Fire?
OOWF security steps up to either side of Firewoman to accentuate this point. Firewoman backs down a bit, and Eric and the security guards finally turn and continue down the hallway. Firewoman takes the memo, and her trusty Zippo, sets the memo on fire and watches it burn as she also watches Eric go down the hall.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:28:42 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen and D.H. Magnusson are IN THE RING, cutting a promo.)
SH: I'm out here to make an apology. You see, last week, we were going to have a little drinking contest. Lighten things up a little bit. Unfortunately, that got cut SHORT thanks to some meddling ASSHOLES.
DHM: Those assholes all belongin' to Bennett.
SH: And several of those assholes are holding titles that belong to US. It's just a damn shame that we left IHOP broken and battered in the ring yesterday. SYB can barely move.
Too bad that he's not going to be exempt from the drinking contest that's happening TONIGHT, live in Penom Penh!
(Cheap pop.)
SH: So since Bennett thinks that he can change the rules, how about a little bit of our own rule-changing... SYB, you get no second. Furthermore, while the rest of us will be taking tequila, whiskey, and vodka shots... you will be shooting Everclear.
DHM: Good luck, ya bastard. If you want to complain, take it up with TheRick... this paper (he holds up an official-looking document) gives us full authority to change the rules of the drinkin' contest. Oh, and if you don't compete? There'll be consequences.
SH: Dire ones. Good luck, cocksuckers. We're done with your little games.
(Spin drops the microphone and the team leaves the ring...)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:29:05 GMT -5
(We see The Amnesiac coming out of Moose's office, carrying the memo mentioned in FW's promo. He opens it, looks at it again, and shakes his head, sighing frustratedly. Monkh is standing there, waiting for him to come out of the office. He looks dejected when he sees The Amnesiac's emotional state.)
Amn: I'm sorry, kid. They said that you never signed a contract, so you're not considered OOWF talent.
Monkh: But what does this mean for me? I can't go home.
Amn: I know. I'm gonna contact your Uncle Tranh while we're still in town, and see if you can go and stay with him for a little while. I don't think this 'edict' will wind up standing for very long.
(Monkh looks sad.)
Amn: Aw, kid. Don't do that. Hey, think about it this way... you're hurt. Those Ultimo bastards apparently couldn't find their own humanity long enough to stop beating on you. It's probably better if you're off the road for now anyways.
Monkh: But-
Amn: No but. I'm sorry that it had to go like this, but I'll be in touch really soon.
(Monkh thinks for a moment.)
Monkh: So what took so long in there?
(The Amnesiac seems blindsided by the question.)
Amn: What do you mean?
Monkh: Well, you went in, he apparently told you that I'm not under contract, and that was the end of the conversation. But you were in there for like 30-4o minutes. What happened?
(At this point, The Amnesiac looks shocked.)
Amn: Well, I pleaded my case, and told him how much I need you on my team. I'm a superhero, right? I need a sidekick. He didn't like that answer. So he explained to me how things were gonna work from now on. What could I do? Argue with him? I mean, I don't wanna be put on a suspension just because I said the wrong thing.
(Monkh sighs.)
Amn: C'mon buddy, let's go to Ric's Sandwich Shop. I'll buy you a club sandwich.
Monkh: But I'm not even a member!
(The two walk away, down the hallway as the camera fades to black.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:29:27 GMT -5
[ZK and Regina are sitting in the lockerroom with Wu Wu and Nerve, who are icing their wounds from getting their asses kicked by Gaelic Storm]
ZK: It's alright guys. They had it lucky this week that you guys had already been warn down by watching my back from the outside interference during my own match. If you guys were 100%, there's no way silly little drunkards like that would have been able to beat you.
T N A: Cmon boss! We got our asses handed to us out there.
ZK: No way! You had them right where you wanted them...right until that headbutt. I don't know what happened there, but I'm pretty sure that Samoans get stronger with headbutts...they don't get hurt.
Wu Wu: But we're not...
ZK: But I've got a solution to this. I must have taken for granted that the millions of dollars I put into your training would cover everything, but while you got all the special skills, they must have forgotten the most basic skills that you were to have had since birth. It's ok. I consulted my old friend Sinca, from the best of the Samoan islands...American Samoa, and he told me of an traditional Samoan activity to build up head strength.
[ZK opens a box sitting next to him]
TNA: A Brick!?!??!
ZK: Yes, he says 1,000 reps a day of headbutting this device will make your head impervious to pain. Just like doing crunches would make your abs stronger...well...not my abs...my abs are awesome...but normal people's abs, this is how you work out this body part.
[That's enough of a reason for Wu Wu to give it a try]
Wu Wu: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---
[He headbutts the brick and knocks himself unconcious]
TNA: Shit!
ZK: Wake him up and get him ready to go, we're leaving soon. Only 999 reps to go. [Looks down] Great job Wu Wu...I know my faith in you two will be redeemed shortly.
[DeBeers and Regina leave]
TNA: We're so fucked.
[fade out]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:30:20 GMT -5
(The Amnesiac just stands in the hallway, staring up at a monitor that is tuned into OOWF TV, watching ZKD's most recent promo.)
Amn: I just can't believe they would be so insensitive to me. They've gotta know something about my history... right?
(The Amnesiac shakes his head and walks away.)
Amn: Idiots.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:30:51 GMT -5
 SG: “Oww, how many more steps are there?” Poe and Selena climb the ancient steps of Angkor Wat.  Selena holds an ice pack on the back of her neck. Poe: “Just a few more my pet.” Selena stops, sets her ice pack on a step, pulls up her black knee-highs, and sits with a huff. SG: “Why did you bring me here? I wanna lie in bed and rest. It hurts. And people at the airport kept staring at me for carrying around ice everywhere.” Poe: “I told you to stop getting involved in my matches. In fact, I told you to stay in Hawaii with Charo.” SG: “And let Lenore have you all to herself? I…don’t…think…so.” Poe can’t help but smile at Selena as she puts the ice pack back on her neck and side of her ribs. SG: “Where are we anyway? This place is creepy.” Poe: “These are the ancient ruins of Angkor. They were lost to time over a thousand years ago deep in the heart of the Cambodian jungle.” Selena looks around at the ruins, with trees encroaching on some of them.   SG: “…and we’re here why?” Poe: “I like to come here when I can. This place grounds me, helps me refocus, and reminds me of my place in the universe.” SG: “Wasn’t this place in Tomb Raider?” Poe: “Yes, I believe it was.” Selena looks around some more and still doesn’t seem all that interested. SG: “Well, we should be back at the compound back in Kyoto. I’m in pain from you squashing me, and you got your butt kicked.” Poe: “I DID NOT GET MY…Selena, my goddess, look around you. Don’t you feel the power in this place?” Selena looks around and grimaces.   SG: “All I see are a bunch of faces staring at me, giving me the willies. Snakes too…gross. How are you not, like…dying right now? Poe: “I am used to the pain of matches, my dear.” SG: “Dude, you got diamond cutter’ed through a frickin’ table.” Poe grins mischievously and half-laughs. He then looks at Selena sideways through his tattooed eye. Poe: “This is only the beginning my goddess. There will more carnage to follow.” SG: “Great…I’ll stock up on ice.” Poe: “Selena, my darling, please do not physically involve yourself again. I can take care of myself.” SG: “Did Lenore ever get involved?” Poe: “No, she knew her place; which is why she went back to Hawaii after you arrived.” SG: “Caio bela.” Poe is amused by Selena’s jealous dislike of Lenore. Poe: “Shall we bathe in the Tonle Sap?” Poe holds out his hand to Selena. SG: “Are there snakes or piranhas in there?” Poe: “No my goddess…just power…healing powers.” SG: “Whatever.” to be continued… |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:31:37 GMT -5
(We see The Amnesiac and Monkh arrive at the Malaysian prison where Team Rick spent an evening. We see the prison guard named Tranh (WELL I'LL BE A Monkh's Uncle!) come out and greet them.)
UT: Hello, The Amnesiac.
Amn: Hello Uncle Tranh. Thank you again for taking Monkh in. This was unexpected, to say the least.
UT: Yes, I've been watching lately. I can't believe they wouldn't let him continue on the road with you. Those guys on Team Bennett are real jerks.
(The Amnesiac thinks for a moment before responding. His response is almost non-committal.)
Amn: Yeah, they are...
Monkh: So, you're going to call me, yes?
Amn: Of course.
(He ruffled Monkh's hair and pats him on the shoulder, absentmindedly.)
Amn: We'll definitely keep in contact, for as long as you're interested in doing so.
Monkh: Alright then... good luck against Eric and Tyson next week.
Amn: Yes... I'll need it.
(Monkh cocks his head to the side and looks at The Amnesiac.)
Monkh: You okay? You've been acting funny ever since we left the arena.
(The Amnesiac shakes his head a bit, as if to shake off the cobwebs.)
Amn: What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I gotta run for now. But I've got Uncle Tranh's number, and I'll call you from the road.
Monkh: OKAY! Thanks for everything, Amnesiac.
(The Amnesiac seems to think about correcting the kid, but then figures he won't bother. He shakes Tranh's hand, then turns to walk away.)
Amn: See ya, Monkh!
(As he walks away, we hear a cellphone ringtone. It sounds like 'The Imperial March'. The Amnesiac pulls a flip phone out of his pocket, whips it open and begins speaking. He's out of earshot from Monkh and Tranh.)
Amn: It's me, go ahead. (pause) Yeah, I just dropped him off. (pause) Okay... tomorrow? (pause) Absolutely. (pause) No, he won't have any idea it's coming. (pause) OK, then. I'll see you then. Later...
(He hangs up the phone and continues walking as the camera fades.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:32:17 GMT -5
FW: A boat. You’ve gotta be kidding.
The OOWF Charter busses pull up to a pier that will take them across the bay to their next destination in Cambodia. The various wrestlers groan. A generic production assistant tries to get the attention of the mob.
GPA: Okay, now the general rules of travel apply. No fighting. We’ve divided the boat in half, so Team Rick is on the port side, and Team Bennett is at starboard.
SmcN: What about those of us who want no part of this taking sides?
GPA: Uh,… I guess you can go wherever… uh, sir?
The OOWF staff grumble as they head up the gang plank.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:32:40 GMT -5
<An hour earlier.>
<Stank, Davin Moreland, and Alexander Darling walk out the locker room they have been arguing in for the last hour. They appear to have come to some agreement. Davin and Alex shake hands then walk their separate ways. Stank stays on the scene for a bit, trying to find his center. He closes his eyes and takes three deep breaths. When he opens his eyes he spies Firewoman and Alexis Darling walking his way.>
Stank - Uh oh, here comes trouble.
FW - I'm sorry did you say something?
Stank - I said what's up ladies?
FW - Nothing is up. Have you seen Davin? We need to talk.
Stank - If it's about what Davin said to you Alexis... It's already been handled. I just spent the last hour calming Davin down and making peace between him and your brother. Now normally I wouldn't give a shit, but we need to keep team unity. What I don't need is for you Fire, to get Davin all riled up again.
FW - Who died and made you boss? AND DON'T you DARE say JERICHO!
Stank - I ain't looking for no trouble from you, Fire. The fact of the matter is we need to stay united in order to stay strong. And shit like what happened in Alexis's match CAN'T happen anymore.
AD - What? Don't tell me YOU are taking HIS side?
Stank - I may not agree with HOW Davin said what he did, but I do agree that we can't let our egos get the best of us. Alexis the fact is you had no business being in that match.
AD - WHAT? SO now YOU are questioning my ability? You think I am the reason we lost the Campeonas de Trios championship titles?
Stank - Alexis... what do YOU think?
AD - I...
Stank - Look, I don't doubt you can handle yourself. I have no doubt you could hold your own, but that was a title match... it was NOT the time to prove yourself. Title matches call for more than just holding your own.
AD - HEY I was IWA Mid-South WOMEN'S CHAMPION! I know about-
Stank - With ALL due respect... IWA Mid-south ain't the OOWF! Tell me how you can even COMPARE a women's title match from IWA Mid-South, to the match you were in last night?
FW - What's THAT supposed to mean?
Stank - Alexis you are a woman of considerable talent. As are you Fire, but let's be realistic your talents are served best in different areas. Fire you've proven yourself to be a damn good wrestling talent. The title you hold is proof enough on that front, but you don't quite have the shrewd mind that Lexie clearly has. AND Alexis... You have shown us time and time again why DEA is a force to be reckoned with... but you aren't even a tenth of the wrestler Fire is.
AD - I...
Stank - We're at war. Your fight Alexis is not in the ring. Our side would be better served where your talents can be utilized best. Rick and Nate have something on Bennett that can end this war. Whatever it is... it's in Boston. Their hearts are willing but their spirits are weak. They lack the killer instinct needed to follow through on the threat... That's where you come in babe.
<Stank puts his arm around Alexis's shoulders.>
AD - Don't call me babe.
Stank - We need you in the office, driving Rick to do what he must, to get shit done. I'd do it myself, but my talents are better served elsewhere. Leave the wrestling to Fire and I. You Lexie, go do what you do best. Now if I'm not mistaken we've got a boat to catch. I've said my piece. I'm out.
<Stank gives Alexis an encouraging squeeze, nods to Firewoman, then walks away toward the Destroyitarium.>
FW - (Mocking) Thus sayeth Stank! Please.
AD - Shut up, Lisa.
<Fade to commercial>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:33:00 GMT -5
(Tytan and Steel sit alone in Steel's office at the Ultimo Inc.'s HQ. Steel is pissed and Tytan is taking some heat.)
Steel: You managed to get yourself disqualified. What in the hell do you think you were doing?
(Steel gets up and starts to head to the bar and make a drink.)
Tytan: The job I was hired to do.
Steel: You know that is where the problem actually is...YOU STARTED THINKING!!
(He throws the glass against the wall. Tytan doesn't flinch a bit.)
Tytan: Look I was brought in to take out Amnesiac and I did that! So I think I completed the job!
(Gets up and gets in Steel's Face. Steel doesn't back down a bit.)
Steel: The only thing that you completed was making me and Ultimo Inc. look bad.
Tytan: Then why did you let me get involved in this war any way!
(Steel takes a step back and gains some composure. He then turns and sits down back at his desk. He motions Tytan to do the same. Tytan follows.)
Steel: We made you to be a Champion not someone's hitman. And by the way you were the one that decided to take the job.
Tytan: I was just tired of doing nothing. I have all this power and ability, I wanted to use it.
Steel: All in Time. I have a plan, and it eventually leads to you getting some gold around your waist. All you need to do is trust me. Do you trust me Jason?
Tytan: Why did you call me that?
Steel: Remember I knew you before you became Tytan. That is why we chose you, I learned everything I could about you to make sure you were the right person for this project. Ultimo Inc was also the one that saved you. We were the ones that had the technology to get you out of the coma. We were the ones that gave you a second chance on life. Now let me ask you again Jason, do you trust me?
(Steel leans in for an answer with a smile on his face.)
Tytan: I...I guess so. I'm sorry Mr. Steel that I didn't follow your orders.
Steel: That's a good solider Tytan. Now don't let it happen again otherwise we will have to do some tweaking.
Tytan: No...Mr. Steel. Anything but that...even Dr. Podvod doesn't even like to do that.
Steel: So don't let it come to that. You wouldn't want to upset Diana?
Tytan: No sir.
(Steel gets up and starts to head to the door. Tytan gets up and follows.)
Steel: You know I am glad we got this ship back on course.
Tytan: Me too.
Steel: Especially now that it seems that your match has now changed. Now it seems like you are going against Outback Jack.
Tytan:(Smiling an Evil grin.) Good. Someone else that loves a good fight. This one will be right up my alley.
Steel: Now that's the Tytan I have been waiting for. Time to get some training done.
Tytan: Just tell me how bad you want me to hurt this guy boss.
Steel: This one I want you to hurt bad. I want him hurt really bad.
Tytan: Consider it done.
(Fade to Black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:33:23 GMT -5
*Outback Jack and Wally are being interviewed by Scheme Gene*
SG: Outback Jack, you've been targeted by Ultimo Incorporated!
OBJ (making a shaking hands gesture): Right, I'm afraid of people who need to beat up a child... Tytan, I want you to know that I tried. When Crete and the guys at the Hero's Guild told me that I'm supposed to control my violent temper and be heroic and face-like, I tried. I really tried. Though when I saw Monkh so degraded and I think of the number of years he's going to carry in his memory the savagery of that idiotic moment of yours...I just go BERSERK!!! *OBJ gets the Jack of the Hinterlands look on his face. Scheme Gene backs away, but Wally dangles a disk in front of SG*
WBK: Don't run away, Gene. I've got a scoop for your hotline. A story about a beautiful biomedical researcher, who didn't have time to date while she was pursuing her career, but still had all of the needs of a woman. Needs that could only be fulfilled by an infusion of Vitamin W.
SG: Vitamin W?
WBK (making pelvic thrusts): Vitamin W, Gene. And I might just make this public!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:33:59 GMT -5
(Tytan is training for his match when Dr. Podvod hands him an IPOD.)
Tytan: What's this for?
Podvod: Steel has some music for you to train to, he really wants you ready for Outback Jack.
(Tytan put it on and the first song starts up.)
Tytan: You really wanting me to hate Jack by Wednesday?
Podvod: That's the whole idea.
(Tytan heads to the heavy bag and plays the next song.)
Tytan: Oh God no! I can't do it!
Podvod: Sorry Tytan. It's the bosses orders.
(She then walks off and Tytan has no choice but put the headset on and continue training.)
(Fade Out)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:34:56 GMT -5
On the boat to Cambodia, Firewoman finally finds Davin Moreland above deck.
FW: Conversation time.
DM: Not in the mood. Besides Stank--
FW: Stank does not speak for me. And Stank vastly underestimates my shrewdness. But he's right about everyone needing to work to our strengths. Suffice it to say, if you ever yell at her like that again.--
DM: I got it, I got it. We done?
FW: No, that's actually not the main thing I wanted to talk to you about. It's this.
She shoves another copy of the memo from Bennett in front of Davin. Davin reads it, and is clearly surprised by what it contains.
FW: So I guess you didn't know about this, Mr. Assistant GM.
DM: I've really not been involved in that for a while. It's mostly in name only. And I've been too busy with--
FW: Blah blah blah, Davin, can you get this rescinded? Because --
DM: No, I don't think I can. This isn't coming just from Bennett, but the board of directors as well.
FW: But...
DM: Look, you know what this is. This is Bennett, and probably Moose and Eric trying to get under your skin, distract you from your casket match with Dead.
Firewoman looks at the paper and appears to be processing all this.
DM: And yeah, you're smart eventually, but you react too emotionally at first.
FW: You can stop channeling Chris any second now.
DM: The point is why would they resort to this tactic? It's because they need to do something to keep you from totally dominating Dead in the ring. Again. So they come up with one of the few things...the very few things that would push your buttons.
FW: [sighs] You're right...but...
DM: So don't let them. Keep your mind on where it should be. Besides, sooner or later, Rick's going to pull the trigger on whatever it is he has, and have the board back on his side. Then you can have a whole cavalcade of ... 'guests.' What's going on below deck?
FW: Dunno. It's too cramped down there for me. All that togetherness.
DM: Gotcha.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:35:29 GMT -5
(The Amnesiac is looking a little seasick on the rail of the boat. He's approached by Stank.)
S: You lookin a little green under the gills, man. You aight?
Amn: Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just a little minor nausea. I haven't been on a boat in ages.
S: You'll get over it. Hey, I saw that shit that went down with Monkh, and I wanted you to know... we're gonna get those bastards for what they did to the kid.
Amn: Oh, I know. I've got my own plans regarding Ultimo Inc. I don't plan on letting that go unpunished.
S: Well plus, you took quite a beating the other day too. We ran out to help you as quick as we could.
Amn: Yeah, I appreciate that, Stank.
(At this moment, CTG walks up.)
CTG: Citizen Stank. Citizen Amnesiac.
Amn: Citizen Gryfon. How are you?
CTG: I am quite a bit better than you look right now.
Amn: Yeah, I'll be fine though. But I'm glad you're here. I've got a few ideas about our match I wanted to share with you.
S: Yo, I'm outta here.
Amn: See ya, Stank. Thanks again.
(Stank walks away. Amnesiac lowers his voice a bit.)
Amn: So, I was thinking... Eric and Tyson are pretty tough competitors.
CTG: Some of the toughest that Team Bennett has to offer!
Amn: But they're not the smartest cookies in the box.
CTG: So you're suggesting we take advantage of that?
Amn: Absolutely... here's what I had in mind...
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(The Amnesiac looks up at the camera.)
Amn: D'ya mind? We're trying to plot secretly over here.
(The camera immediately fades to black.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:35:59 GMT -5
As Firewoman and Davin finish their conversation the hear a singing from off the bow of the boat…getting louder and louder
Whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey, Johnny!
Oh, I'll drink whiskey while I can,
Whiskey for my Johnny!
Oh whiskey straight and whiskey strong,
Give me some whiskey and I'll sing you a song.
O whiskey makes me wear old clo'es,
Whiskey gave me a broken nose.
Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
Whiskey druv my mother mad.
If whiskey comes too near my nose,
I tip it up and down she goes.
I had a girl, her name was Lize,
She puts whiskey in her pies.
My wife and I can not agree;
She puts whiskey in her tea.
Here comes the cook with the whiskey can,
A glass of grog for every man.
A glass of grog for every man,
And a bottle full for the shantyman.
Finally Davin and firewoman start to laugh and shake their heads as Gaelic Storm come into sight dressed as pirates singing and riding the forklift
Davin: “As God is my witness I didn’t know the forklift was an aqua-duck!”
Traditional - Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:36:26 GMT -5
(CTG is back in his cabin, talking on the phone)
CTG: Lionheart!
Y2J: Gryf! bout time, man
CTG: I realize this call is a little late but I wanted to apologize for the edict of Mr. Bennett.
Y2J: Kissing his ass now?
CTG: no I am NOT working for Bennett!
Y2J: after that whole debacle in jail I sure as hell hope not! How's Fire, I haven't had a chance to call her.
CTG: I haven't talked to Fire as yet, and she wasn't happy either about all this.
Y2J: I figured you had some buddies traveling with you-
CTG: Rob and Sabu NEVER make it through customs!
Y2J: So this whole thing's got her on Team Rick after sitting on the fence for a bit.
CTG: of course.
Y2J: any plans for you two working together?
CTG: together? we are on the same "Team", as it were
Y2J: You guys would work great together
CTG: no, that wouldn't work. Let's just say that exchanging christmas cards would even be a stretch.
Y2J: She works hard, I know you work hard in and out of the ring.
CTG: I've heard that from others.
Y2J: So drop the supersuit - Fire's a gourmet body-watcher
CTG: despite my hard work on maintaining a proper "heroic" physique, she wouldn't be caught dead walking next to me!
Y2J: I dare ya, man - you might end up in her Basement!
CTG: the WHERE??
Y2J: Call it her trophy case
CTG: and she was upset at me about
Y2J: She's gotta be over THAT by now!
CTG: right, bygones are bygones, we have work here to accomplish. We'll be back in the States soon enough.
Y2J: You sure you're not gonna-
CTG: If she even CONSIDERED me for that dungeon I would drop the supersuit and hit the ring in something styled toward your wardrobe.
Y2J: Don't say that TOO loud, she'll make you do it. Later (click)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:36:53 GMT -5
A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist catches up with Phantos & Lucios on the boat.
RNSFJ: Lucios! Phantos! Can we get some comments from you?
Phantos: Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooo Nurse!
Lucios (smacks Phantos in the back of the head) Stop That! Sure Shannon, what do you want.
RNSFJ: My name is not Shan...
Phantos: DH was right. it IS easier than remebering their names.
RNSFJ: You two have been strangely silent since your Trios title..
Lucios: Championship
RNSFJ:... Championhsip loss.
Lucios: There isn't much else to say. We lost. Bennet's lapdogs got the win and they have those championships.
RNSFJ: Davin Moreland was very vocal earlier this week.
Lucios: Davin is a little more vocal than we are. That's what makes Run DLP the great unit it is. We all bring something different to the table.
RNSFJ: He seemed to be more concerned about his partners loss than his.
Lucios: He's a great teammate. But I know it bothered him some. Having a championship belt around your waist is better than not having one. And he had his taken away without even losing a match. He has a right to be mad.
Phantos: Speaking of having Championships taken from you without losing them, We have our First one-on-one OOWF Tag Team Championshp match since we won them in February.
Lucios: SYB, Skurge, you pulled off a bit of an upset a couple weeks ago. You caught lightning in a bottle. Don't bank on it happening twice.
Phantos: We are Still the Measuring Stick. And IHOP, You boys just don't measure up.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:37:35 GMT -5
 SG: I see why you like it here. All the women on these…things are naked. Poe: It does add to the charm. SG: Perv. Poe: You just wait… SG: Eww. Poe and Selena continue to walk through the ruins of Angkor. SG: Are you going to beat Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling until they can’t take anymore? And then beat ‘em some more? Selena smiles widely at Poe. Poe: That’s the plan. I’m hoping my partner, this Donovan Viper lives up to his end of the match. He is the Intercontinental Champion after all. He did defeat the Boy for the title after all, which I will admit, isn’t the easiest thing to do. SG: Have you had any communication with him? Poe: No, I have not spoken with the homosexual. DV: *POP*OW* SG: What was that? Poe: I don’t know. There are large mosquitoes here…be careful. I do not wish my goddess to get malaria. Selena wraps her arms around Poe and smiles. SG: You love me. Is he really gay? DV: *POP*OW* SG: There it is again! Poe stops as he sees a dance show beginning for the amassing tourists. He watches the dancers as if in a trance.  www.youtube.com/watch?v=PG5Vlogy7vASG: Master? Earth to Poe… Poe: Enjoy the artistry Selena. It’s why I brought you here. Selena crosses her arms. She looks up at Poe, sees she doesn’t have his attention and frowns as she watches the show. |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:39:00 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland and the rest of Gaelic Storm are knocking back a (likely) lethal amount of Smithwick's after the Sea Chanty from before. Now, it's turned into quite the little party, and there's as much Gaelic being spoken as English. For our non-Irish initiated, this promo will be translated as best as possible, although that may be tough as they've all lapsed into a County Cork brogue.*
DM: And then Ray Allen...was just brilliant...starts knocking down everything...twas beautiful.
SM: To Number 17!
All: TO NUMBER 17!
SM: Thank God they didn't name them the "Boston Goombas" back in the day.
DM: Twas neck and neck; but the South End beat the North End once again!
All: Aye!
SM: So, Mr. Davin. Whatch-ye gonna do about Ms. Alexis.
DM: Ah, FOOK that bitch. Costing me and my brothers the titl...er...Championships. She deserved everything she got.
SM: Aye. But doncha, you know, have one of those "special" relationships?
DM: Nay, lad. We were joost business partners. Nothing Happened other than that. We both used each other to get this merge, and it finally felt as if it were paying off; until this latest incident where she bollocksed it all oop.
SM: I think you're being a bit too hard on her, lad.
DM: She's a gobshite.
SM: True enough; but I think ye should man up a bit...for the good of the team...
DM: And what care you of the team, eh? You're not on it.
SM: Let's just say I have a special interest in one of your teammates.
DM: Indeed.
SM: You should talk to her.
DM: *finishes off another Smithwick's* I should do a lot of things.
SM: Like?
DM: Like beat the bejeezus out of that glory hound Concrete TG.
SM: Ye can't DO that lad. There's plenty oof us who want to, but for the good of the team, ye can't.
DM: I know. It's unfortunate.
SM: Indeed. Hey, where are ye going?
DM: I've got someone I need to talk to. I'll be back later.
SM: Don't raise yer voice, lad. Twill only cause more problems.
DM: Indeed Seamus.
*Davin drunkenly goes toward where everyone is actually sitting below, and crouches down next to Alexis Darling.*
DM: Can we talk outside?
AD: Yeah. Fine.
*They go topside and find an unoccupied section of the deck*
AD: What do you want.
DM: I just wanted to get some things off my chest.
AD: Why do you have that accent?
DM: Ah, oh, sorry, I was getting caught up in a conversation before.
AD: Are you drunk?
DM: Very much so. Yes.
AD: Then this ought to be interesting. Talk.
DM: Alexis, I just wanted to say...before...most of what I said wasn't appropriate.
AD: MOST?
DM: Yeah, most. I said lots of hurtful things that weren't fair. It WAS your fault for my brothers losing their championships; but it was my fault I didn't ride with them and put you in that position.
AD: You're such a prick Davin.
DM: You kiss your brother with that mouth?
*Alexis SLAP OF DISRESPECTS him right across the face*
AD: You and me...we're done talking.
DM: Ah, go fuck yourself you psycho.
AD: Classic line considering the source.
DM: At least I take pills.
*Alexis turns back around and gets right in Davin's face*
AD: You're not as charming as you think you are, psycho.
DM: Neither are you, psycho. You're not as hot as you think you are either.
AD: Asshole.
DM: Douchebag.
AD: Fucktard.
DM: Crackwhore.
AD: Ok, enough. I'm not doing this. We're teammates and that's the focus here; but you and me, we're done with this side bullshit.
DM: Wouldn't have it any other way. Now go suck your brother off. He's tense.
AD: You'll get yours one day, Mr. Moreland. And it won't be pretty.
DM: It'll still be better looking than you.
*Alexis considers slapping Davin again, but instead just turns and walks away.*
DM: *screaming across the deck and walking toward Gaelic Storm* Seamus ye marmy git...My Smithwick's appears to have a hole in it...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:39:30 GMT -5
***Before Davin’s promo***
*STILL on the Boat*
We’re in the belly of the ship that’s taking the OOWF roster from Thailand to Cambodia and we see Alexis Darling walking down some narrow passageways until she gets to a non-descript door and knocks in a rhythmic pattern. Behind the door we hear a gruff, “Who’s there?”
Alexis Darling: Just open the door, I don’t want anyone to see me here.
Gruff Voice: What’s the password?
Alexis: Wally, open the door or so help me god.
The door opens and we see Wally B. King holding the door open as Alexis enters. She looks around the room and it’s obviously a mini-Mobile Destroyatorium.
Wally: Always a pleasure my dear. What brings you by?
Alexis: Where is he Wally?
Wally: Who are you talking about?
Alexis: I don’t have time your cute act Wally, go find Samantha. I bet she’d love to catch up with you. Now where the fuck is that ogre Stank?
Stank stands up from one of the back tables where he was sitting with OBJ and two of the Single Female Journalists who just so happened to be named Shannon. He excuses himself from the table and walks over to Wally and Alexis.
Stank: I can see you’re still angry so I’m going to let that ogre comment slide for now. Wally, why don’t you go keep one of the Shannon’s company while I talk to little Lexie here.
Alexis: My fucking name is Alexis. Only people who respect me can call me Lexie and after the other day, I sincerely doubt you respect me at all.
Wally: Look, why don’t you two go take a seat back there and I’ll send over some beer for you Stank and some wine for you Alexis.
Alexis: Vodka, 2 shot glasses…that’s all we’ll need, right Stank.
Stank: I’m not going to argue with that.
Alexis and Stank walk to one of the back tables and the two sit in silence until Wally brings over the bottle of Ketel One along with the two shot glasses. Alexis quickly pours one shot and downs it before pouring another two and placing one in front of Stank.
Wally: Well, it looks like I won’t be needed here. Alexis, you mentioned your sister Samantha is aboard? I certainly should have a word with her. I shall see the two of you later.
Alexis continues to stare at Stank as she twirls the vodka in the shot glass around and looks to be choosing her next words carefully. She finally takes the shot and puts it back on the table. Stank pours two more shots.
Alexis: Thanks.
Stank: Ya know, I don’t mind just sitting here sharing some vodka, but I’m pretty sure you had a purpose in mind when you got here. So let’s hear it…
it
Alexis sighs and downs another shot,
Alexis: First of all, the things that have been said to me the last few days by you and Davin, mostly Davin, but even you have been out of line.
Stank: I didn’t…
Alexis: Just don’t; at least until I’m done. I’ve done a lot of thinking since Wednesday and while I really don’t believe it’s only my fault Phantos and Lucios lost their Championships, they did lose them and I deserve SOME of the responsibility.
Stank: That’s all we were saying.
Alexis: No it isn’t and you know it. Both of you have put the blame completely on me and it’s uncalled for. I know how great Phantos & Lucios are, and shockingly I even like them, but this wasn’t me losing a singles match and losing the titles. It was a trios match and they’re as much to blame as me. But that’s not the point.
Stank: So what is the point Alexis?
Alexis: The point Stank is that you know nothing about me or what I’m capable of either inside or outside the ring. I may ONLY be an IWA-Mid South Champion, but I can handle myself against anyone.
Stank: Look, if you’re just going to do whatever you want anyway then why did you even come here. It seems like we have nothing to say to one another.
Alexis: Because you weren’t completely wrong either. As I said, I’ve been doing a lot of think and while I think I can handle myself in the ring, right now I would probably best suited using my unique methods of persuasion to find out exactly what it is Rick and Nate know about Bennett.
Stank: So, what exactly are you saying?
Alexis: I’ve talked it over with Alex and while he’s not thrilled with the idea, I’m going to head back to the states after the show in Saigon and try to find out what I can.
Stank: Really??? That’s great Lex…I mean Alexis. I really think that’s going to be the final piece of this puzzle and we can finally get rid of Bennett.
Alexis: I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it because some of the people with Bennett think they control the way Darling Enterprises conducts their business and I’m not going to let them continue believing that. But there is one condition to this whole thing Stank.[/i]
Stank: And what pray tell will that be, Alexis?
Alexis: As I said, I’m going to go back to the states and I’m going to talk to Nate and I’m going to be one he tells his dirty little secrets to. Now what I do with that information remains to be seen. I may just sit on it until it suits me. Or I could tell you for a price.
Stank: I’m not going to be blackmailed Alexis. You know this is for the better of the company and that means it will be better for both you and your brother.
Alexis: Yea, but as it has been said…I’m a bitch. So Stank, you will do what it is I want and I will go get your info and hand it to you on a silver platter and then you can do whatever you want with it.
Stank: And what is it you want Alexis? Money, power…you have both of those. Respect…go see Moose. I hear he gives it out like candy on Halloween. Or do you want something dirtier? Is that it Alexis? Davin…
Alexis: Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence. Nothing happened and nothing ever will. No, what I want Stank is a chance to prove to you that I’m not just a whore standing outside the ring while the big, bad men do all the tough work.
Stank: What the fuck are you saying?
Alexis: Oh, just that if you want me to go, you and me are going to have a little match first.
Stank: You’re joking, right?
Alexis: No Stank. I’m 100% fucking serious. I called Rick and he went through the proper channels and he had to confirm a few things. But the point is you had nothing scheduled for July 2nd. Now you do.
Stank: I’m not wrestling you Lexie.
Alexis: Yes you will.
Stank: Why the fuck would I wrestle you when we’re all trying to get on the same page?
Alexis: I’m shocked Stank. I never thought you’d back down from a challenge. I wonder what the rest of the boys are going to think when they hear you were too afraid to fight little ole’ Lexie Darling.
Stank: That’s not…and you wouldn’t
Alexis just gives him a pointed look…
Stank: Fuck, you would do it. If I agree to this, I won’t take it easy on you. You will get hurt and then I don’t need your brother coming after me.
Alexis: Don’t worry about Alexander. He knows about this already and as I said, he’s not happy but he’ll accept it as something I have to do. Besides Sam can keep him in check as well as I can, almost.
Stank: You better know what you’re getting yourself into Alexis.
Alexis: I’m not afraid of you Stank.
Stank: Never thought you were. And that’s not what I was talking about. Bennett really doesn’t want this information found out and I don’t know exactly what he’s willing to do to keep it hidden.
Alexis: Oh, you really care Stank? That’s kind of cute. Too bad I’m gonna *hiccup* kick your ass *hiccup* in a few weeks.
Stank: Are you drunk?
Alexis: Maybe. *hiccup* I think I’ve had *hiccup* more than you. *hiccup*
Stank: You’re not that bad Alexis. It’s going to suck kicking your ass. But you asked for it.
Stank looks over to the other side of the table and sees Alexis looking through the now empty bottle of Ketel One at Stank.
Alexis: Huh?
Stank: Never mind…Hey Link…Yes you Missing Link…Bring me some water and coffee. I need to sober her up before I send her back to the Run DEA Suite.
The Missing Link walks over with what Stank asked for and right behind him is Outback Jack.
Outback Jack: *Belch* That’s Australian for everything okay over here?
Stank: Yea, we’re good. Hey Jack, if anything ever happens in the future and we wind up against this one’s side…be careful.
OBJ: This little thing?
Stank: Yes, this little thing. She may not look it, but she’s not someone you want to cross. But she is an awesome person to have on your side. Eric may not realize it yet, but him choosing Bennett and Moose over the Darlings is what’s going to cost them this war.
OBJ: *Belch* That’s Australian for whatever you say, mate. I’m going back to hang with the Shannon’s.
Stank: Ya know, I really don’t think their names are both Shannon.
OBJ: Don’t really care.
Stank laughs as he pours Alexis a cup of coffee.
Stank: I think we may actually be able to win this thing. Drink up Alexis…you’ve got work to do.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 3, 2008 11:39:55 GMT -5
(while on the boat ride Steel and Dr.Podvod discuss business.)
Steel: Diana. It's seems that we have found a weakness to Outback Jack.
Dr.P: Good. That is good to know tell me so once we get back on land I can get working on it.
Steel: (Smiles and begins to chuckle.) I am glad to see that you are so excited about it because you are going to get working on this one much sooner then that.
Dr.P: Why? What is it?
Steel: It seems that are dear Outback Jack has a thing for a certain Doctor.
Dr. P: (Realizing where this is going.) Oh...really. (Not to happy with the thought.)
Steel:Yes, my dear. It seems that Jack would like to get to know you better if you know what I mean.
Dr. P: But Johnathan, you know I am not that type of girl.
Steel: And you are suppose to be the genius. I am not asking you to sleep with him. All I want you to do is play the game that you women do so well.
Dr. P: What is that suppose to mean? (Annoyed)
Steel: Lead him on...get him to be putty in your hands. Then when the time comes we will break him.
Dr. P: How do you want me to do that?
Steel: Damn it Diana, you are a woman use what God gave you! Now even you can do something like that.
Dr. P: So now I have become another toy in your game.
Steel: You got it babe! Whatever it takes to get Tytan the win, so if that means yo might have to do the deed then it may have to come down to it.
Dr.P: And if I refuse.
Steel: I can always get another Scientist. Besides, you don't want to disappoint Tytan do you?
Dr. P: (Thinking.) No I don't....
Steel: Now that's a good girl. Why don't you run along now and go find him. I got some thinking to do.
Dr. P: You know Johnathan you can be a real pig.
Steel: Oink! Oink! Baby. Consider this you are taking one for the team.
(Dr. Podvod heads off disgusted at the scene. Steel look out onto the water.)
Steel: Jack the trap is set and I will find away to make sure Tytan beats you.
(Fade to Black)
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