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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 12:11:12 GMT -5
<We cut to the back where Moose, Eric and LD are walking down the hall toward Bennett’s office> EOM: So what did he say? LDW: Just that he wanted to see the three of us. You know what this is about Moose? MHJ: Not a clue <The three walk into Bennett’s office and see Bennett behind his desk, with Donovan Viper sitting off to one side> MHJ: What’s up? LJB: I wanted you three to be the first to know, Mr. Viper won’t be with us for a bit. EOM: WHAT? LJB: As you may know, Mr.Viper was viciously attacked at the pay per view. We feel that his safety has been jeopardized, considering we don’t know WHY he was attacked. With those things in mind, I have decided that sending him back to the states is probably in both his, and our, best interests. LDW: This leaves us without a big weapon LJB: It may leave us without a weapon HERE, but I feel Mr. Viper can be of some use to us back in the states. MHJ: Like Alexis LJB: Somewhat, if need be, they have full authority to take care of Ms. Darling. However, Mr. Viper will not be going back alone. Gentlemen, allow me to introduce an ally of mine <A man in an impeccable suit walks into the room, but we don’t see who it is initially> MHJ: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? <The camera pans around and we see it is Niles Anderson> MHJ: BENNETT? WHAT THE FUCK? LJB: Moose, calm down for a moment. You see, this whole thing was in the works a long time ago. When I hired Niles Anderson into the OOWF, I pulled him aside a few months later and asked him to evaluate some talent. From there, we developed a working relationship that was completely separate from the goings on of the OOWF. I thought our behind the scenes work was discovered years ago by Concrete TG <Bennett presses a button and OOWFtv plays a clip> We chalked that up to you playing mind games with Crete, so no further action was taken in that matter. MHJ: Wait…..are you saying you were behind what happened to Semaj B? LJB: Moose, that is something that will never be discussed in such a………public forum. Semaj stumbled across some information that he shouldn’t have, but, sadly for us, someone else got to him before we could EOM: That’s hardcore LJB: Moose, Niles has agreed to accompany Mr. Viper back to the states and see what we can find on Mr. Corbitt.. Gentlemen, you will find your car waiting outside the arena, have a safe trip and call me when you get back to the states. <Viper and Anderson move toward the door, Viper stops next to LD Williams, and the two exchange a nod, then a wordless hug. Viper slaps Moose and Eric on the back, then heads to the door. Niles Anderson stops by Moose and takes off his sunglasses and extends his hand. Moose just glares at him. Niles laughs and he and Viper walk out the door> MHJ: What the fuck Bennett? Niles Anderson? LJB: Moose, it is a business partnership, nothing more. I had a feeling you would resist, which is why I didn’t say anything initially. This will make our cause stronger, whether you see that right now or not. MHJ:<after contemplating this for a moment> Fine. I set aside my irritation with that idiot Alexander Darling when Eric was trying to recruit him to our side, I will do the same with Niles, BUT <Moose gets close to Bennett> If Niles does ONE thing out of line, I will split his skull open and splatter his brains on your wall. You got me? And if you don’t like that, you will have a problem much bigger than Rick. <Moose turns and walks out of the room leaving Eric and LD looking nervously back and forth. LJ sits into his chair> LJB: LD, why don’t you see if you can talk some sense into him. Eric, I need to have a word with you…. <as if on cue, AA walks into the room beaming> AA: I DID IT! I DID IT!! NO ONE THOUGHT IT COULD BE DONE! BUT I DID IT! EOM: Did what? AA: I fooled Sting and I got my title shot! EOM: You fooled Sting? AA: Yup EOM: Isn’t he the dumbest man in wrestling, and you would personally find it offensive if he didn’t volunteer to do the stupid thing? AA: That is hardly the point! LJ its all right there in black and white, I get a title match this week <AA turns to the camera> AA: LD we may be on the same side, but this week in Mandalay, Burma <cheap pop comes from somewhere> we are going to tear the house down! You are a great champion, but everyone knows, AA equals ratings! So when that final bell sounds, it is going to be ME walking out of that ring with the world title! LJB: You done? AA: THAT is how you do a five star promo right there! LJB: Yeah well that is all well and good, but AA, did you read this contract? AA: No, I just signed it an assumed it was legit. Why……OH GOD I DID THE SAME THING AS STING!!! LJB: I am afraid so. You see, you DO have a title shot next week, but its not for the world title against LD AA: Then who….. LJB: You have an Onslaught Championship match against Firewoman AA: WHAT? I can’t wrestle a woman! EOM: I didn’t know you had morals AA: Morals? What the hell are those? I meant there is no buyrates in me wrestling a woman, beating her in five minutes and being a total division killer with the Onslaught Championship. Come on LJ, just change it to a world title match already LJB: I am afraid I can’t do that, but there is one thing I CAN do…..Eric, is that referee license you got still good? EOM: I just renewed it a few weeks ago LJB: How would you like to referee the Onslaught Championship match next week? EOM: I’d love to! AA: Come on Eric, we need to go discuss strategy, how bout sandwiches at Ric’s, you’re buying EOM: Fine, but…..wait, what? AA: Let’s go, time is wasting! OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Mandalay, Burma OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Seamus McNasty OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Moosehead Jack OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] IHOP vs. Phantos & Lucios OOWF Onslaught Championship Match – Eric O’Mac is Special Guest Referee[/u] Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster Steel Cage Match[/u] Tytan vs. Outback Jack Poe vs. Davin Moreland The Dead vs. Justin Sane Amnesiac vs. Concrete TG ZK DeBeers vs. Stank Chris Cole vs. Knife Worlds Greatest Fag Team vs. Carl From Fresno & Bunny vs. The Midnight Sons Eric O’Mac & Tyson Kincaid vs. Cape Town Cannibals Blitz vs. Mark Vander Card subject to severe weather |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:03:07 GMT -5
We cut to Ric’s Sandwich Shop. A sign has been posted that reads:
Firewoman and Lucky wander by.
FW: Damn, I’m hungry. I need to eat something before Lexie and I go out.
L: Where we going?
FW: WE are not going anywhere, it’s just the two of us. She’s leaving tomorrow, remember? I wonder if he still has my Boca burgers?
L: Aren’t you banned from there?
FW: Huh?
L: You know…Johnny Adrenaline? Fire? Curtains?
FW: Oh that.
L: Yes, that.
FW: I dunno. I looked through the archives to see how long that was for, and couldn’t actually find anything about it. So, I’m guessing it’s lifted.
The shop is looking remarkably well, considering the carnage that took place. There’s a line down the middle, with Team Rick and Bennett’s Army’s sides clearly marked.
R: WOOOOooooo….Don’t you come in here setting the place on fire again, Missy. Read the sign.
FW: I have missed you Ric, and I’m sorry about the curtains. Can I have my usual?
R: WOOOOOOooooo Boca Burger with a side of Space Mountain, baby? Comin’ right up! WOOOOOOooooo.
Firewoman and Lucky take a seat, and spy Attitude Adjuster and Eric O’ Mac huddled over a table. They notice Firewoman and Lucky as well. They start to yell across the room.
AA: Hey, Firebitch! Enjoy that belt while you have it. After next week it’s MINE.
FW: What are you talking about?
AA: Got my title shot. I was hoping for something a bit more challenging than the Onslaught Championship, but whatever. I’ll look forward to an easy week.
Firewoman starts to get up, but Lucky shakes his head and she sits back down, her back to the other table.
AA: See? I knew it. You really are a pussy, letting your valet take charge of you like that.
FW: [turning] My valet is the only thing standing between you and yet another beatdown by me.
AA: Yeah? Well come on, make something happen. Or are you too afraid to do it when I’m ready for you.
Firewoman stands. Attitude Adjuster stands. Eric O’ Mac and Lucky stand. Ric stands.
L: C’mon, let’s just go.
FW: You got something to prove, Alan, just come on over here and prove it.
EO’M: There will be none of that. Sit down.
They sit down. Firewoman and Lucky don’t at first, but then just as Firewoman relaxes, a French fry comes sailing across the room and hits her in the side of the face.
FW: Really? Are you serious?
She picks up one of those big glass sugar containers found in coffee shops, and lobs it towards Attitude Adjuster, who ducks swiftly, but allows it to hit Eric O’ Mac in the shoulder.
EO’M: Hey!!
LJB: Enough!!!
At just the moment that Firewoman threw the sugar, LJ Bennett, with two OOWF security personnel appear in the entry way of the sandwich shop.
LJB: Can you not read? What does the sign say? It says no fighting! That means all kinds of fighting.
FW: Hear that, Alan?
EO’M: He didn’t do anything. She’s crazy, LJ. She just started rampaging when he wished her luck in their upcoming title match.
FW and L: What?!?![/b]
LJB: I figured as much. Firewoman you are hereby suspended for—
FW: Oh for crying out loud.. Really? Really??
AA: Wait, what about my title shot?
LJB: We’ll work something out. Pack your shit—
GMtR: I don’t think so, Bennett.
GM the Rick appears in the hallway, with his own contingent of OOWF security.
LJB: This doesn’t concern you, Rick. Talent Relations is—
GMtR: Still under my control, per the board and per the by-laws. Read it.
Rick hands Bennett a stack of papers, which is essentially clarification on this point from the board. Bennett shoves it back to him angrily.
LJB: Fine. It is because of this kind of shoddy control over the performers that the board brought me in in the first place.
FW: I don’t think it was the board that brought you in, Bennett… In fact--.
GMtR: Would you be quiet and let me handle this? Bennett, I didn’t have a problem with my performers until you showed up and started dividing them up. So you have only yourself to blame. Firewoman’s recent actions have proven her to be a valuable member of OOWF and an ally to me. Her title has been great for P.R., especially for the women’s demographic, and she is most certainly not going to be suspended for this little … ah, error in judgment.
FW: You need to start singing a new tune, Bennett. I’ve heard you say “you’re suspended” so many times now…and none of them have stuck. Hell, even when I was trying to—
LJB: Oh don’t worry. You’re day will come. When we rid this company of the incompetence that is Rick Scaia, you are at the top of the list.
FW: Can’t wait.
GMtR: Alright enough. Firewoman, walk with me. Later, Bennett.
Rick and Firewoman walk away from Bennett and down the hall. Firewoman turns back a few times to make sure they aren’t being followed.
GMtR: You need to stop yanking his chain.
FW: I wasn’t trying to. It just seems to keep happening.
Meanwhile, Bennett looks at Eric and Attitude Adjuster, and the three start to laugh.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:07:10 GMT -5
(CTG catches the "conference" in Bennett's office and his expression darkens severely) CTG: (to himself) and I thought this was done and over with...... (CTG takes a deep breath and turns to the camera) CTG: Since there are so many new faces here at the OOWF, what you are about to hear is a warning. Almost three years ago - an eternity in the wrestling business - I had an associate in the As-Yet-Unnamed-Face Faction who went simply by the name Semaj B. Semaj was born in India, raised in England and came to us as a James Bond-esque character who sought justice as fervently as I did. We worked together until one night.... (a tv behind CTG flashes to life, and plays out a bit of history.......) CTG: I didn't think I understood what was going on.... but what happened later shook me to the core. CTG: I had some suspicions to who had done this, outside of just the Devil's Brigade. I confronted my longtime rival Moosehead Jack and he was not the man who brought this disaster about. However, my other suspect- Niles Anderson - had the audacity to lie to my face about it. How do I know he's lying? It took me a few months before I had a chance to follow up with Semaj's estate in Birmingham, England - the trip cost me some time in travel (due to a scheduling conflict) but I did manage to speak to someone at that residence.....CTG: That evidence, plus semaj's talk of "N" gave me all the information I needed. Mr. Bennett is allowing a murderer among us, I have the evidence available to me, and no amount of denial, alibi, or evidence that Anderson wants to bring forth can change my mind. Niles - you've opened a scarred wound that I thought I had left behind with the respects I've paid to the memory of a true ally. I suggest you turn yourself in to proper authorities... before I do so for you. You are the only man who could potentially put myself and Moosehead Jack together as allies again - and this time, you've nothing that will sway us from making sure that Bennett's idea is a short-lived one. (the Ninja cameraman focuses on Concrete's face, which is frozen in a look of determination normally reserved for Moosehead Jack) |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:10:04 GMT -5
Tytan stands alone in a ring an the undisclosed Ultimo Inc training facility. The camera pans in on him he is breathing heavy and sweating.)
Tytan: So Jack I am not done beating you and you other personalities down. I have to continue this one more time. (Just then a cage slowly starts to lower down around him and the ring.) This time in one of these, a steel cage. I like the sounds of that. You will have no where to run and no where to hide. I have smelled your blood Jack. In fact I have tasted your blood and now that scent of rotten beer, whiskey and kangaroo shit can't escape me. I have you on the run and you have only two options...1 cower in the corner or 2 just like the wounded dog that I know you are lick your wounds and come out fighting. You better come out fighting. It will be the only way to make your latest beat down interesting.
Until Mayhem this will be my home. I want to know how it feels to be like you. A trapped dog with no where to run no where to hide. You are now just a prisoner of MY DESTINY! I will finish you off at Mayhem and that will take me one step closer to Gold and the Glory.
Be ready Jack cause this time I will finish you!
(Fade To Black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:10:29 GMT -5
Lucios walks into LJ Bennett's office. Bennett is surprisingly alone.
Lucios: Mr. Bennett
LJB: Mr..... (opens a file) Lucios. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you or your partner face to face yet. What can I help you with?
Lucios: A clean match. No rules changes; no re-starts.
LJB: Aww. Am I supposed to be moved into doing 'the right thing?' Did you think I would simply acquiesce and go on my merry way? Those Titles belong to our side. I intend to take whatever steps I can to see that they stay that way.
Lucios: If you cause us to lose Our championships again, There will be serious reprocussions. Don't try me.
LJB: Are you threatening me? There are reprocussions to doing that my good man.
Lucios: What? You'll send your lapdogs after me? I will see to it you suffer personally If the match doesn't go down clean. Suspensions and fines don't scare me.
(Moosehead Jack & Eric O'Mac appear in the doorway.)
Moose: You should leave now Lucios.
Lucios: You don't intimidate me Moose.
Eric: Lucios, we have an appointment with Mr. Bennett. Do you mind?
(Lucios slowly walks out, making sure to bump Moose's shoulder on his way out.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:10:49 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen runs into Lucios in the ever-popular Hallway of Random Encounters...)
SH: Lucios, have a second?
L: I do. What's on your mind?
SH: I came... (he looks pained) ... to apologize to you. I never should've turned down your offer for you and Phantos to be there and even the odds in our match in case we needed it. We've been having problems gelling as a team and a long discussion with a friend and mentor made me realize that I was being an ass. Made me see the light. I'm sorry.
L: That's... unexpected. But I appreciate it. We all need to keep an eye on each other.
(He holds his hand out. Spin shakes it, and the two walk away.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:11:15 GMT -5
*OBJ and Stank are watching OOWFTV in the Destroyitarium as Tytan's promo plays*
OBJ: He's good. Nice intensity.
Stank: Almost makes you forget he had to cheat to win.
OBJ: Right, as I was saying to Wally...hey, where is Wally?
Stank: He went outside to smoke a cigar.
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*Outside the bar, Wally and Samantha Darling are in mid-conversation*
WBK: Of course I intended to return your calls, my dear, I've just been so busy.
SD(laughing): And pimpin' ain't easy, right?
WBK(Laughing):Well, you know what I'm like...
Female voice (sarcastic): Well isn't this charming!
*camera pans back to reveal Dr. Podvod, flanked by 2 brawny masculine-looking women in Ultimo security uniforms*
WBK: Why Diana how lovely to see you. It's been such a long time since MIT!
SD: You were at MIT with her, Wally?
WBK Well...
DP: I was the MIT student - Wally was a sleazy no-good scumbag hanging around Boston with his sordid little sluts and taking advantage of...
WBK: Calm down, sweetheart. Things worked out pretty well for you. You get to carry on with the research that got you into that spot of trouble with the university ethics board, you must be making nice money at Ultimo, and you get to hang out with the East German shotput team there.
DP: And you still hang around with cheap hookers.
SD: Calling me a hooker is bad enough, but don't ever call me cheap, bitch.
DP: I'll call you anything I want to. In fact, Helga can take care of Wally and Hilda and I might teach you some manners.
WBK: Helga doesn't need to worry about me. Why don't all 3 of you have a go at my date?
DP: Typical! You are such a scumbag, Wally. *Rolls up her sleeves* This bitch will regret going out with you even more than I ever did!
SD; There's one thing you should know.
DP: What? You're going to claim you're a martial arts expert, or a trained wrestler? Or, wait, let me guess, you're a rich and important person? PLEASE don't waste my time with that crap!
SD: Well, more importantly, at the moment, I'm not Wally's date.
Very deep female voice: That would be me.
*Camera pans back to reveal LD's Momma coming out of the Destroyitarium. Dr. Podvod and her guards step back in shock*
LDM: Wally B. King, what kind of nonsense are you getting into? I let you step outside for a few minutes and you get yourself into some kind of situation! I swear I don't know why I put up with you!
WBK: Maybe it's because * gets up on his toes and whispers in her ear*
LDM: Oh, you are a bad, bad man. And where's your manners, not introducing me to this lovely young lady.
WBK: Oh, sorry. Mrs. Williams, may I present Ms. Samantha Darling. I believe you've met her brother and sister. And this is Dr. Diana Podvod, and Helga, and Hilda. They were rather eager for a fight just a moment ago
LDM: Just the 3 of them? Not much of a challenge. Besides, I just did my nails. Now, be a gentleman and buy Ms. Darling and me a drink so we can have a nice little chat inside.
WBK: Yes, dear. *He holds the door open as Samantha and Mrs. Williams go back into the bar* So long, Diana. It's been fun!
DP: BASTARD!!!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:11:38 GMT -5
*Fade into…well…the Burmese public-transit system. It’s not exactly palatial, but it’s good enough to get SYB and Skurge out to a top-secret mystery location…
SYB: So, how much longer until we get to the army base?
Skurge: Well, there goes the mystery.
SYB: What?
Skurge: Eh?
SYB: Hey now, I’m not getting into that again. We decided months ago that I don’t have to speak Canadian, remember?
Skurge: Fair enough. Looks like this is our stop, eh?
*SYB and Skurge get off of the bus and find themselves facing a 20-foot-high barbed wire gate…
SYB: Okay. Let’s go see if we can get in to talk to these guys.
Skurge: Are you sure this is a good idea, Solly?
SYB: I told you, this is all-out war. We need all the help we can get.
Skurge: I guess you’re right. I mean, I’m Canadian. What the hell do I know aboot war?
SYB: Exactly. Leave the out-of-ring violence to the experts.
Skurge: So how do we get in, eh? There’s no one around, and the gate’s locked.
SYB: Check this out, my friend.
*SYB whistles loudly, and two members of the Burma National Army come running from seemingly nowhere…
Skurge: Again, you sure this is a good idea?
SYB: Trust me.
Skurge: Are you allowed to say tha–
Burma National Army Officer: <Stay right where you are, and get your hands in the air.> **translated from Burmese**
SYB: See? No problem at all.
Skurge: You speak Burmese?
SYB: Of course I do. He said “Please wait right here, and I’ll be right over to shake your hands.”
Skurge: So why does he look pissed, eh? And why is he still pointing his gun at us?
SYB: Well, you see, in Burmese culture, it’s very rude to–
*With a loud crack, the butt of the Burma National Army Officer’s rifle connects with SYB’s jaw, sending him to the ground in a heap…
Skurge: Heh. You just took a butt to the face.
SYB: …
BNAO: <You there. Large man. Stay right there while we check you for weapons.>
Skurge: Hello, neighbour. I don’t know what you’re saying, so I’m just going to stay still and put my hands up. Feel free to check me for weapons if you want, eh?
BNAO (to another officer): <I guess this one doesn’t speak Burmese either, but he seems to have more sense than the other one – and he sounds Canadian, so he’s probably okay. Just frisk him, and if he’s clean, I’ll speak English with him.>
*The second Burmese officer quickly checks Skurge for weapons. He finds none. SYB, meanwhile, lays on the ground bleeding from the mouth. He doesn’t appear to be entirely conscious…
BNAO: Are you Canadian?
Skurge: Fuckin-A, eh?
BNAO: This means, what, yes?
Skurge: Yes. That means yes.
BNAO: Excellent. What can we help you with, Mr…?
Skurge: Ah, yes, how rude of me. My name is Skurge. My incapacitated companion here is SYB. We’re the–
BNAO: OOWF World Tag Team Champions! You’re IHOP! I don’t believe I’m talking to IHOP. Well, half of IHOP. Is SYB going to be okay? I hit him pretty hard.
Skurge: Meh. His jaw’s handled bigger blows than that.
BNAO: Okay then. I just wouldn’t want to jeopardize your match this week against Pantaloons & Lunchables.
Skurge. Nah. Don’t worry aboot it.
BNAO: So what is it that we can do for you?
Skurge: Well, apparently, there’s an “all-oot war” going on in the OOWF. I hadn’t really noticed. I was just sort of doing what I was told by Mr. Bennett. Solly says it’s war, though, so we came to you guys to see if you’d help us oot with some weapons.
BNAO: What kind of weapons did you have in mind? We can probably work something out.
Skurge: Well, we’ll need some guns, I guess.
BNAO: What kind of guns?
Skurge: Hmmm…I really don’t know. This would be a great time for Solly to be awake. Let’s see…SYB…guns…Oh, I know – do you have any Rambo guns? Solly loves that movie. I’m sure that’s the kind of gun he’d want.
BNAO: Wow. Even in war, you Canadians are so thoughtful. Yeah, we can give you Rambo guns. That will cost you some pictures with the soldiers here and some autographs. What else can we give you?
Skurge: Oh, well, I was going to offer to do the pictures and autographs anyway – I just didn’t want to interrupt you. But I’ll gladly take the Rambo guns if you’re offering. As far as other weapons, I’m just not sure. Um…Oooooh – what aboot tanks? Do you have tanks? I’ve always wanted to drive a tank.
BNAO: We can give you a tank, but the cost will be much higher.
Skurge: Actually, I’d really need two tanks if you can spare them. I’d like to get Solly his own. Then we can race! And as for the cost, well, I don’t want to brag, but we are the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, so we’re getting paid pretty well these days. I’m sure we can handle it. I mean, how much can a tank cost?
BNAO: Money is not the issue. For two of the Burma National Army’s finest tanks, me and my fellow officer over there will require…a match this week at MidWeek Mayhem, live from Mandalay, Burma, for your OOWF World Tag Team Championships.
Skurge: Oh. Well. Um. I don’t know. You see, we’re supposed to face Phantos & Lucios this week, and they already feel like we’re avoiding them. I wouldn’t want to reinforce that impression by cancelling our match. Then again, it is all-oot war, and we could really use those tanks and Rambo guns. Let me wake Solly up and ask him– Oh. He’s already awake. Solly, who are you calling?
Solly: Mr. Bennett? SYB here. Are you watching OOWF TV? So you know what’s on the table out here? Uh huh. Yes. Yes. Um, that was Nietzsche, I think. Uh huh. Yes. Sure. Sure. No, you’re thinking of the orangutan. Uh huh. Yes. Okay then, we’ll see you back at base camp. Really? Oh. Okay, the arena then.
Skurge: What was that aboot?
SYB: Bennett just okayed the match.
Skurge: Really? Just like that?
SYB: Yeah. Apparently, Lucios threatened him and pissed him off. Also, these guys are army officers, not wrestlers. We’re not going to lose to them, and we don’t have to face P&L this week. It’s win-win for us, and it doesn’t cost us a thing.
Skurge: You mean–
SYB: Exactly. It’s tanks for nothing.
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:12:04 GMT -5
*FADE IN TO A REMOTE LOCATION IN BURMA (OFFICIALLY THE UNION OF MYANMAR)*
<The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth is speaking in hushed tones but the words "tongue" and "swirl" are clearly heard.>
DM: I can't believe you gave them tanks. Tanks!
LJ Bennett: What exactly is the problem, Miss Mantooth?
DM: My boys aren't how you say, responsible?
LJB: Why, where are SYB and Skurge right now?
DM: In the belly of those steel beasts.
The camera swirls around to reveal SYB and Skurge trading paint in their officially IHOP licensed tanks a la "Days Of Thunder".
SYB (yelling): I feel like James Garner!
Skurge: ...
SYB (yelling): In "Tank"...
Skurge: ...
SYB (yelling): With C. Thomas Howell?
Skurge: ...
SYB (yelling): Nothing?
Skurge (yelling): I feel like "Last Crusade"!
SYB (yelling): Diese Amerikane. Sie Kampfen wie Weiber.
Skurge (yelling): WHOA!
SYB (yelling): Speaking of which, can we keep ducking out on everyone with the titles?
Skurge (yelling): OOT!
SYB: ...
Skurge (yelling): You mean the titles we won at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and defended at OOWF Brawl of Saigon PPV Live! From Saigon, Vietnam?
SYB (yelling): YEAH!
Skurge (yelling): I suuuure do.
<The camera turns back to DM who is just shaking her head>
*FADE OUT*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:12:31 GMT -5
(The Amnesiac stands outside, watching the tanks roll around with SYB and Skurge in them.)
Amn: Those two must feel like Tank Girl! HA.
(He turns around and walks back inside. *fade*)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:12:54 GMT -5
<Moose is storming through the back, still clearly a little annoyed about Niles Anderson appearing in the OOWF, SFJ13 comes up to him>
SFJ13: Moose, you looked quite annoyed when LJ Bennett brought in Niles Anderson, what are your thoughts on this development, and could this be the crack in the Bennett Army that Team Rick can use to exploit?
MHJ:<calming some> cracks? No, there are no cracks. LJ is a business man, and he is doing what is best to win this war, get rid of Rick, and make things right again. It's that simple.
SFJ13: It is well known that Niles Anderson was one of your most bitter rivals, how can you co-exist with him?
MHJ: There will be no co-existing. Niles is part of this team to do one job, I am part of it to do another. Our paths will never cross. Of all the men I have faced in the OOWF, it is no secret that Niles Anderson was probably the one that annoyed me the most. That is, until now. Alexander Darling has moved to the top of my list.
SFJ13: You have a match against Alexander Darling for the Intercontinental title this week
MHJ: You know, its funny. Alexander Darling likes to tell everyone that I am nothing. That I am a washed up has been. That I am not significant anymore. And yet, since day one of him getting into the OOWF, he has been like a little yippee dog nipping at my heels. Darling has made sure that he has had my attention. Well Darling, I am not going to threaten you with physical violence. You know that will come. And I know, despite being a colossal douche, you are a pretty tough bastard. So, there is no reason to threaten bloodshed and violence, that will come naturally. All I am going to tell you is this. I am going to take the one thing that matters most to you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
<Moose walks away>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:13:16 GMT -5
(At the undisclosed Ultimo Inc headquarters Tytan continues his training at Podvod and Steel look on. Tytan is taking on two members of Ultimo Inc Security inside the cage that is slowly becoming his second home.)
Steel: So do you think he is going to be ready.
(They jump back as one of the security members get thrown into the cage.)
Podvod: He'll be ready. He is training like mad, he really wants to finish off Jack.
Steel: He made Tytan bleed and that did set him off tasting his own blood.
Podvod: Like I said he will be ready.
(Another Security member gets thrown into the cage.)
Steel: I don't want to take any chances. Besides he was lucky to have you at ringside to give him the A-Bomb. (SEE previous match with Jack) I think we need to up his juice.
Podvod: (Surprised) This soon? Remember what happened the last time we did this.
Steel: Yes, I do. The last guy suffered from Bad Gimmick Syndrome and went through some really tough times.
Podvod: I know he is just starting to finally recover from it too.
Steel: Still Tytan is better off now then he was. We need to do it, we are finally heading in the right direction with this project. So I am ordering you to do it.
Podvod: Fine I understand.
(Steel walks off and Podvod look on as Tytan finishes his training.)
Fade out
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:13:50 GMT -5
"Master of Puppets" plays over the arena and "The Main Event" Chris Cole makes his way towards the ring. The crowd is all over him tonight. He stops to argue with a few kids giving them the finger before finally grabbing a mic and rolling into the ring.
Cole: I know the last few weeks I've been kind of quiet. (crowd cheers this) Well I'm sorry to inform all of you that is about to change. (Boos)
I'm not here to talk about my opponent this week. Nothing against you Knife, but my prey is a little higher on the food chain. I feel like I need to make another impact in this war and I'm going after a big fish. Maybe Concrete TG? (crowd cheers) Well I still have issues with him but that is for another day. How about Davin Moreland? (More Cheers) It feels like he is all I fight now a days. I'm thinking of an older rival.
I'm talking about the man who can now claim to be the Longest Reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Stank. Stank, congratulations on breaking my record. But you know what, the OOWF was a tougher place when I was Champion. I had to go up against Underdawg & Hardbody Harris night in and night out. Those guys are legends. Your reign consisted of chump after chump until finally a real wrestler stepped up. Once you met LD Williams you were proven to be the fraud that you always were.
Big man, I want you to accept my challenge. You and me, one on one. I'm going to prove why I'm the Greatest World Champion in history. I'm going to prove why I'm "The Main Event".
Cole drops the mic and leaves to "Master of Puppets"
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:14:14 GMT -5
*The music suddenly cuts to "Pull Me Under" and Davin Moreland stands at the top of the ramp to a HUGE roar*
DM: Mr. Cole. You've got a lot of balls challenging someone that high up in the company.
*Cole just stares daggers as the crowd cheers and laughs*
DM: You see Cole, as I have proven to you, time and time and time and TIME AGAIN! You are not the wrestler you once were. You're not worthy of hanging at the top of the card anymore. Sure, with less competition you may have won a title or two; but since you've come back; you've won jack shit. You see, you're not good enough to challenge Stank. You're not good enough to challenge Concrete TG. You're not good enough to challenge the longest reigning World Champion Stank. And you're SURE as hell not good enough to challenge me; someone who has routinely kicked your sorry ass for the better part of a year. So, Cole, I suggest you make your way back up the ramp and pray the booking committee puts you in a match you can win, like maybe against Vander or someone more your speed. Because you are "The Lower Midcard" Chris Cole now, and you're not worthy of boring this crowd anymore. Monkeys in the truck, cut his mic so he doesn't bore us anymore.
*Cole tries to respond into his mic, but it is, of course, cut. Cole is FUMING, and looks to head up the ramp but Davin is now surrounded by members of Team Rick, so Cole holds his ground*
DM: Cole. Lower midcarders don't get mics. You're lucky to still get ring introductions. In fact, I don't know why I'm still wasting my time with you. You want a match with Stank? You're going to have to prove it first. You don't get to demand matches here anymore. You don't have the stroke. That's what happens when you constantly lose to the big guys. Time to start over from the bottom rungs, Cole.
*Davin flips his mic into the crowd to some BIG cheers, and turns with his posse heading back into the locker room*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:14:39 GMT -5
A rogue cameraman spots Cole walking through the halls
CC: I fucking hate Tommy. That son of a bitch has something to say all the fucking time. I'll get what I want even if I have to take it.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:15:03 GMT -5
We see inside the Run-DEA Aquafina Executive Suites. Firewoman walks in looking annoyed. She opens the Door to the Ketel One Conference Room. Phantos is sitting at the head of a conference table, With Lucios on his right. Alexander Darling is on his left. Davin Moreland, Carl From Fresno, Alexis Darling, Lucky, Samantha Darling, Spirios and Emma are all seated around the table.
Firewoman: (looking at her phone.) I just got this weird emergency text. It said... (looking up). To... meet... in here. What's going on?
Alexander: I'm not sure.
Lucky: Noone has any idea.
(Phantos stands and pounds a gavel)
Phantos: I call this meeting to order.
Alexis: You can call meetings? Why
Phantos: I'm the Captain. Duuuuuh....As I was saying, I have recieved an application for membership into Run DEA from an OOWF Superstar. Each one of you have a file in front of you with copies of the application, a summary of his achievments, and a written statement from the applicant asking to be inducted. Please take a moment to review the information.
Firewoman: Is this Really necessary? I do kind of have plans for today.
Carl: I thought there was going to be snacks here.
Davin: My Captain, I move we take an immediate vote on the application.
Emma: I second the motion.
Phantos: Good. All in favor of inducting the applicant into Run DEA please raise your hand.
(Everyone in the room raises their hand.)
Phantos: GREAT! (Turns to talk right into the camera) Ladies and Gentlemen, Run-DEA is proud to present... JUSTIN SANE!
(Sane Throws open an adjacent door and walks into the Ketel One Conference Room. He trips on a chair leg and trips, crashing face first into the table and lands on his back on the floor. One of the copies of his DEA application slides off the table and lands on him. A referee appears out of nowhere and makes a 3 count.
NEW DDT Ironman HEavy Metal Champion: A COPY OF JUSTIN SANE'S RUN-DEA APPLICATION!
Justin gets to his feet slowly and the copy falls to the ground. Justin unknowingly stands on the copy as he straightens up and the referee makes another 3 count.
NEW DDT ironman Heavy Metal Champion: JUSTIN SANE!
(fade to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:15:39 GMT -5
Sometime later <Alexis Darling is standing with her hand somewhat affectionately placed on the massive back of a seated Lucas Mann. Stank is hunched over a table looking at a document lit under a desk lamp. The room the two Team Rick members are in, is otherwise barely lit. Stank removes his glasses, sits up and looks into the green eyes of Alexis Darling.> Stank - Is this legit? Alexis - According to my source, yes. Stank - You mean according to your father. Alexis - Daddy wouldn't have bothered sending this to me if he didn't think it worth a look. Stank - I can't really tell who this is in the photo. <Stank pulls a photo of two men, out from underneath the document.> Alexis - According to the man they caught, my guy says there are more photos with cleaner images back Stateside. Stank - Nothing digital? Alexis - Only paper. The photographer is old school. Stank - Why did your guy send you this one? Alexis - Look at the man on the right. Take note of the monogram on the hankie in his breast pocket. <Stank hunches over and looks at the photo closely under the desk lamp light.> Stank - L... J... B... ... LJ Bennett? Alexis - That's our man. <Stank studies the photo some more.> Stank - It doesn't look like him? Alexis - I know his face is in shadow, but the photo was taken a long time ago. Stank - No. I mean this guy is too tall. Alexis - I don't know. But this is the only lead we got so far. I'll be following up with Nate once I get back to the U.S. Stank - Did you show this to Rick? Alexis - Yes. And he agrees that it's worth pursuing. I've already scheduled a time and place to meet Nate. Stank - I've got someone back in the States that will stay with you. Alexis - I don't need a babysitter. Stank - I agree... you need at least two. Alexis - No. Stank - Don't fuck with me Lexie. It's a done deal. Alexis - You don't get to call me Lexie, yet. Who's the guy you have back Stateside? Stank - Ax-man... And it took quite some convincing given his run-in with your brother a while back. But he knows the stakes and he's on board. I trust him. Don't give me or him a hard time about it. Alexis - Not that I'm happy about this, but you said at least two. Stank - Crete will be bringing along someone to accompany you on your flight back, shortly. Alexis - Who? Stank - Blackdragon. Apparently he's been trolling around most of Asia, writing a book or something. Alexis - Don't believe I've had the pleasure. Stank - He's an old member of Crete's Heroes Guild. They're catching up right now. Alexis - Haven't I proven to you yet that I can take care of myself? Stank - Yes. Now prove to me that you can deal with a little extra protection. Bennett is playing a high stakes game. He brought that prick Niles Anderson back, just to try and keep you in check. It doesn't hurt to have people around you that have dealt with Niles in the past. Alexis - And who's going to protect Nate? They're looking for something on him. Stank - It doesn't matter if they find anything on Nate. It won't help them one bit. Besides... Nate has friends to help him. There are others from the PHWF who were less than pleased with Bennett's leadership. No what matters is deciphering what THIS means. <Stank points to a blacked out portion of the document and an obscure signature written at the bottom.> Stank - I mean whose signature is that? Alexis - One of those things I intend to find out when I arrive. Stank - Ok well I appreciate the heads up. Alexis - I considered not showing you any of this. Stank - And why would you do that? Alexis - Leverage. Stank - ... Alexis - Don't worry... it may be nothing. Stank - What may be nothing? Alexis - Damn Lucas are you pretending you didn't see that? Stank - See what? Alexis - Look at the photo again. <Stank looks at the photo.> Stank - So? Alexis - Look at the large black guy in the background. <Stank looks at the photo again, his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets with recognition.> Alexis - Younger, a tad more fit, and athletic looking... tell me that's not YOU in the photo. <Stank sits up in his seat. He looks like he's seen a ghost.> Stank - It's not me... that's my brother. Alexis - ... Stank - What the fuck does Jared have to do with any of this? |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:16:10 GMT -5
<Alex Darling walks into the back room of the Destroyitarium.> Alex - You read to go sis? Lexi - Yes we're finished, here? <Alexis looks at Stank who is still looking at the photo.> Stank - Uh... yeah... we're done. Thanks Alexis. Lexi - Everyone can thank me when I get back. Alex - Hey Stank, you catch Chris Cole's promo? Stank - No. What did he say? Alex - He's challenging you to a match. Stank - No shit? I guess I'll go check that out on my DVR. <Stank and the Darlings walk out the back room> <fade> |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:16:32 GMT -5
The Darling twins enter the RunDEA Suites by Aquafina where Firewoman has been waiting.
FW: How’d the meeting go?
LD: Excellent. You ready?
AD: What’s going on?
FW: Uh…nothing….
LD: Nothing…
AD: Please…aren’t we over all this by now?
Alexis and Firewoman look at their shoes for a bit, then at each other.
FW: We were just going out. That’s all. Since her flight leaves tomorrow…I guess, if you wanted to go along….
AD: [laughs] Well, that sounded almost sincere. No, you go have fun. I’ll see you later, Lexie, and yes, I know…I won’t wait up.
Alexander leaves.
FW: So where were you thinking? I found this place—
LD: Wait. Before we go, just promise –
FW: Yes, I’ll watch Alex’s back. I think after last week—
LD: No no, not that. I know you will. Promise you won’t –
FW: [she laughs] I won’t take Captain Phantastic and Luscious to any more strip clubs.
LD: Dammit, I’m trying to be serious! [Firewoman stops laughing and gets serious]. Don’t let Bennett’s mind games get to you. I know you can handle the physical side of things… but he’s playing a psychological battle too. Don’t let him or Moose or any of the other ones cause you to lose your focus and do something stupid.
FW: You’re sounding like Chris now…
LD: That’s because we are both right. So…promise? I won’t be here, and Lucky can only do so much.
FW: Fine, whatever. Can we go now?
LD: No.
FW: Now what?
LD: I think … I think we should stay in……
FW: …. smiles
LD: …. smiles
FW: … That is a fantastic idea.
The two women leave the suites, slamming the door on the Ninja Cam.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:17:02 GMT -5
(Concrete is seated in meditation in the courtyard of the Myaanmar Akikai New Organization dojo. His eyes slowly open as quiet footsteps approach from off-camera) ??-> It's been a long time, Takaken. CTG: (Stands and bows) but the paths of the world are wound around it like string- they cross twice easily, and many times more as you change paths. (The shot widens to reveal Blackdragon with a very proud smile on his face. He's dressed in a solid black uniform similar to that of the dojo's) BD: So what brings you to this side of the world? I thought WWE was only going to China or Japan if they came this way again. CTG: uh, yeah, about that.... I'm back with the OOWF. BD: That was fast. So how are things with the company. CTG: Not well, I'm afraid. The company is split under Rick and another man trying to run the company - a man named LJ Bennett BD: so you need allies CTG: this is a war, not an InVasion. BD: (nods) I need a moment to tell the Chief instructor and we'll go. CTG: (faint smile) It'll be good, working together again, Dragon. BD: (nods and walks back inside) |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:17:29 GMT -5
The Scene comes up on a hotel lobby where we see Justin Sane ~walking~. In one hand is the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, in the other is his official RUN DEA Membership card. Justin has a huge smile on his face as he enters the hotel computer office.
JS: Man I can't wait to e-mail PHIL and tell him about my good luck.
As Justin goes to sit, the chair slides out from under him, and he hits his head against the desk. Justin slides to the floor, with the computer Keyboard landing on his chest. An OOWF ref slide in and makes the 3 count.
Your winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, A computer keyboard.
Suddenly the mysterious man known only as Karmic slides in bodyslams the keyboard, and makes the cover. The ref counts the 3.
Your Winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, Karmic.
As Karmic celebrates, Justin Sane's heterosexual lifemate the man known as iamdoug runs in with a chair. He plasters Karmic and makes the cover for 3.
Your winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Champion, iamdoug
iamdoug: I Can be having a belt, blarghh! (iamdoug quickly taps to the English language)
Your winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, the English language.
In a fit of rage, iamdoug slams Justin Sane onto the English Language, the ref quickly counts the 3.
Your Winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, Justin Sane.
Suddenly Kayfabee runs in looking pissed. She grabs iamdoug, Karmic, the keyboard, and the English language, and drags them out of the room. Justin Slowly gets to his feet.
JS: Man Phantos was right, the Internet is a dangerous place.
(fade to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:17:53 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster is standing in front of an OOWF banner, ready to cut an Old School promo.
SFJ #41: Attitude Adjuster, you have been strangely quiet this week considering you have a singles title shot. After all, the last time you challenged for singles gold you had a cameraman follow you around 24 hours a day.
AA: Yeah, and look how well that worked out. The dude turned on me during the match. So this week, I went to a secret location to train for my title shot.
SFJ #41: The location may not have been that secret, however.
AA: Wha?!?!
SFJ #41: We found secret footage of you in your secret location. Monkeys Behind the OOWF Banner, roll the footage!
AA: Can a Sexy Female Journalist do that?
(The footage reveals AA in a casino, betting sports, playing poker, drinking large quantities of whiskey and flirting with cocktail waitresses until the early hours of the morning.)
SFJ #41: So this is the respect you have for Firewoman? You were in Las Vegas?
AA: Well, actually Reno. Hey, did you get the name of that blonde waitress? She was kinda hot.
SFJ #41: You have a title match this week!!
AA: Are you yelling at me? Damn it, when did SFJs get aggressive?
SFJ #41: SFJs got aggressive when they're actually wrestlers posing as SFJs.
AA: But usually wrestlers dressed as women are pretty ugly. You know, I've done that a few times before. Besides, that hair looks pretty real.
(AA tugs on SFJ #41's hair, but it doesn't come off. Just as he realizes who SFJ #41 actually is, he's hit upside the head with a microphone by SFJ #41, aka FIREWOMAN! Firewoman puts the beatdown on AA, then picks the microphone up off the ground.)
FW: Respect that, AA! On July 9, at Midweek Mayhem in Mandalay, Burma (cheap pop from the crowd), I will defend my Onslaught title! So get your ass off the ground and really start preparing for your match!
AA: Damn, I wasn't expecting that.
FW: What, you think you're the only one who can surprise attack someone?
AA: No, you cut a pretty decent promo. That's shocking.
FW kicks AA in the lower groinal region, throws the microphone in his face and walks off.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:18:31 GMT -5
Phantos & Lucios are inside the Dunkin Donuts Limousine riding around Mandalay. Phantos is playing on his Sony PSP and Lucios is talking occasional sips from his Aquafina bottle.
Lucios: Phantos, do you realize we've been here over a year now?
Phantos: I thought of that last week. We should have had an anniversary party or something.
Lucios: No.
Phantos: You could have at least gotten me a present. The first anniversary is paper, right?
Lucios: Why would I get you a present?
Phantos: It's our anniverasry! HOW COULD YOU FORGET???
Lucios: Our anniversary as a team isn't until September.
Phantos: Oh yeah. that makes sense.
Lucios. I was just thinking... In one year we've done alot here. Endorsements. Tag Team Champions. Trios Champions. More wins than any other tag team in that year.
Phantos: Let's celebrate by adding another Double O Double U F World Tag Team Championship to that resume' this week.
Lucios: That's the perfect anniversary gift partner.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:18:55 GMT -5
In the Hallway of Random Encounters, Firewoman, once again, meets up with Moosehead Jack. Moose slow-applauds in mocking fashion.
MHJ: Great performance. You could really have a future career as a mic stand. Aren’t you not supposed to be wandering the halls alone? It’s a rare treat to see you without your entourage.
FW: I wish I could say the same, however meeting you in this hallway is seeming less and less random. What is it now?
MHJ: Nice belt you got there. Too bad you had to cheat to win.
FW: Yeah. Finally my cheating was better than Dead’s cheating. Are we done here?
She steps around him, but Moose turns and grabs her elbow
MHJ: Wait. This is just to talk.
FW: Remove that, or pull back a bloody stump. Moose complies. So talk.
MHJ: I just wanted to you know… It’s not too late. You can switch sides and stay with the winners.
FW: Are you really still singing this song? After everything, you really think I’d jump ship and abandon my—
MHJ: Team mates? [he starts to laugh hysterically] That’s rich. That’s really funny. I’m going to let you in on a little something. Your loyalty to them is touching, really it is. Surprising from you, even. But it’s misplaced. And it’s one-sided.
FW: How do you figure that?
MHJ: It’s obvious to anyone who is not delusional. I’ll give you an example. My attack on Alexander Darling sparked a backstage brawl the likes of which I don’t think the wrestling world has ever seen. Your part in that was impressive by the way. [Firewoman nods in agreement.] And no one likes Darling, outside of his family. Even his alleged partners can barely stand him, including you.
FW: So?
MHJ: Remember when we made an example of you in N. Korea? There was nothing. No one ran out and attacked anyone.
FW: Yes, they did. Moreland and Alexander were first—
MHJ: That was during the match, when there was a paying audience. They needed to save face. But there was no retaliation afterwards. None. They forgot all about you. They don’t care about you. They didn’t then, and they don’t now.
Firewoman’s expression remains the same, but her eyes flicker a bit
MHJ: I see I’ve touched a nerve.
FW: You’ve touched nothing. Now, get out of my--
MHJ: No, I think I have. Just wait. One day, you’ll see. I could just attack you right here in the hallway, and then you’d see no one would do anything for revenge. Unfortunately, since you’ve rejected this, our last offer, it’ll be too late then, and you’ll be on your own.
FW: You’re the delusional one. We’re done here. Unless you want to test the theory that you could actually do any damage.
MHJ: Nope. Don’t need to. Enjoy your teammates while you still have them.
Moosehead Jack walks away smiling. Firewoman glares after him, then looks around her, finally settling on punching a hole in the wall near where she is standing. She continues to glare in the direction of Moose’s exit.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 4, 2008 13:19:20 GMT -5
(As she's glaring at Moose, Firewoman is hit in the back of the head with a forearm shiver, sending her sprawling to the ground. The camera pans up and finds The Amnesiac standing over her. He puts the boots to her.)
Amn: Moose gave you a chance. He gave you a hundred chances. Now we'll get to see just how 'LOYAL' your teammates really are.
(With that, The Amnesiac gives an arrogant sniff and walks away, leaving Fire in a crumpled heap on the floor.)
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