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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 18:56:48 GMT -5
EricOMac is seen backstage with his chair and he yells into the camera.
"You see that Viper? I've come into this OOWF, with my head high, looking for some great matches and a great time, and I get sh*t on! I've been referred to as a jobber, my win-loss record is less than stellar, and I've had enough!
Enough is enough! I'm not going ot be taken advantage of, and I'm not gonna be pushed around like a local jobbing boy! Eric-O-Mac is here to stay, and Donovan Viper, you cheating son of a b*tch, it's not about winning and losing anymore to me, but rather its about taking names and kicking ass!
So let me hit everyone out there with some knowledge, I'm usually cool, calm and collective, and the fans usually love me, but once you begin to walk that line between sportsmanship and screwing me over, it tends to make the E-O-Mac a mean boy.
Viper, you can have your victory via count-out via chained elbow. I don't need it, because it's me who's standing in the end, and it's you who's in the ring holding your ribs, with the knowledge of the possibility that they may be broken.
I may be here for the fans, and I may be here to put on a good show, but for the first time in my life, I'm gonna be here for myself, and tear the f***ing roof off the place. Canadian Dragon doesn't want to team with me, his loss, and not mine. Viper wants to beat me with a chain, look where it got him. I've been called a jobber a million times, and It's the last time it'll happen too.
So, Viper, or anyone else for that matter, try to take advantage of me again, and you'll feel the wrath of the mac!"
End promo with EOM running off with his steel chair.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 18:57:20 GMT -5
(In front of a blank white wall, Mark Vander paces. He stops briefly in the center of the camera shot, and he continues walking. Alexander and Melissa follow shortly behind....)
Mark: I was beaten.
Alexander: No, no. You won. Disqualification.
Melissa: Yes, congratulations!
Mark: Shut up for a minute, would you. Niles Anderson: You got me once. I'll be a man and admit it. Melissa and Alexander are right about one thing, and that's that in this business sometime's it's not how you win, but THAT you win that's important. But then again, I don't consider your win a TRUE win, just like I don't consider MY win a TRUE win.
Melissa: That's not true!
Alexander: You won the match. The title is yours.
Mark: Be QUIET for a minute. Listen up, Anderson, because I'm only going to tell you this once...I want you again. The match shouldn't have ended how it did. So, I'm going to lay out a challenge to you, and if you're a man you'll accept it. I may be more well known for my...luck...my "salesmanship", but I know I can wrestle. I KNOW I can beat you. I may still be injured, but I want to go man to man with you one more time just to see who is the best. So how about this: You pick the time, you pick the place, and we'll fight again. This time there will be no DQs, there will be no excuses. Bring a chain, bring a gun, bring a tank, it won't matter because I WILL beat you. And we'll put something a little more substantial on the line....
Melissa: The South Dakota State Spelling World Championship?
Alexander: Your liscensing contract with G4TechTV?
Mark: The $100,000. Will you take the challenge, Niles? The money is on the table. Will YOU take it? Your choice of time and place, my choice of match. Hardcore Rules, no Disqualification, no count-out. There MUST be a winner.
(Mark storms off, while his managers stay behind arguing about whether or not this was the best decision by mark to make.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 18:57:53 GMT -5
(Camera cuts tot he back where MHJ and Niles are walking down the halls discussing Establishment business)
MHJ - so don't worry, you may not make it in the Dance of Death this time, but you will be there the next
NA - of course, and I will take the world title, but first I am going to end that twit Vander's streak, can you believe he challenged me to a no DQ match?
MHJ - well, brains have never been his strongest quality. Take him out, beat him bloody, take that money of his. Once you beat Vander a title shot will be yours no doubbt.
NA - no doubt, oh, hey, what about that idiot Canadian Dragon?
MHJ - what about him?
NA - well he's running around the OOWF with that World Title like he is the champion. He is starting to annoy Eco a bit, Micro has been breathing down Eco's neck about getting that title back from him
MHJ - CD is dellusional. He couldn't win the title so he just steals it. He is starting to annoy me too, and that is bad for his career, maybe we should send Grunt after him, squash that bug once and for all
NA - well, Grunt has his hands full with Blade, can you believe that guy? Interfering in an Establishment match, Grunt is gonna kill him. You could do it.
MHJ - Do what?
NA - Squash Dragon.
MHJ - Sure I could, probably without breaking much of a sweat, but the rankings just came out and I am the #1 contender to the Intercontinental title. I know Concrete doesn't want anything to do with me, last time we wrestled, he ended up in a hospital. This time I am going to walk out of there, our of the PPV with the title, there is no way he can beat me
NA - Here's his room
<NA and MHJ enter a dressing room, sitting on the bench inside is Endo packing his bloody gear into a bag. Endo jumps to his feet ready to fight>
MHJ - hey, hey, calm down, we are not here for a fight. Seems like you are drawing some interest from the Ministry, well the Establishment has a business proposition we would like you to consider.
Endo thinks for a minute then nods his head
MHJ turns to the camera man and shoves him out of the way and slams the door.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 19:00:05 GMT -5
[ConcreteTG is seen leaving his locker room, holding his ice pack on his neck with one hand, and reading a book with the other. But as he turns and begins walking down the hall, L.D. Williams appears out of nowhere and lays him out.]
LDW: You need a bigger ice pack?
[LDW then grabs a bag of ice (the kind you would buy at a gas station) and slams it one time on Concrete's head. Johnny Adrenaline makes his way in the picture.]
JA: Hey man, you beat me to the...(Johnny sees Concrete). Damn, man! Good work. And we're not capable of succeeding?
LDW: I'm gonna get my title shot. Then we'll see who succeeds. Let's get out of here before someone sees us.
JA: You mean besides that cameraman?
LDW: You know what I mean.
[L.D. and Johnny walk away, leaving Concrete face first on the, well, concrete, with the big bag of ice beginning to melt next to his head.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 19:00:39 GMT -5
* AA finds Concrete laying on the concrete, a large half-melted bag of ice across the back of his neck. He kneels down and looks Concrete in the face. *
Well, well, Concrete. Once again you've found yourself attacked from behind with no help from your friends. You're lucky I was...hehe..."delayed" in the lockerroom by the local microphone stand. Got her digits...and other things...
* AA helps Concrete to his feet. *
Now then, remember this. I'm only doing this because I will not let Williams and Adrenaline steal your title, a title that's rightfully mine. But until those two jobbers are out of the IC title chase, it's apparent that I need to stay by your side. Let's go...I know the finest surgeon in Los Angeles...he can do a lot for your tattered looks.
* AA slings Concrete's arm over his shoulder and walks Concrete to his rented Mazda Miata. AA climbs in the drivers seat and speeds the unlikely duo away. *
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 19:01:20 GMT -5
(The screen goes black.)
“The following is a public service announcement for OOWF Intercontinental Champion Concrete TG.”
(The picture fades to blue sky)
“…Being the OOWF Intercontinental is a tremendous honor, but it is not without it’s price…”
(Clouds roll in)
“…Constant beatings, countless hospital trips, endless fear…”
(The sky continues to darken)
“…Part of a faction that provides no help, and will not choose a name…”
(Thunder rolls)
“...Life is difficult Concrete TG, but this man -”
(Lightening flashes and a picture of Attitude Adjuster appears onscreen)
“-is not the answer.”
“Since arriving in the OOWF, Alan Capps has claimed to be an Intercontinental Title contender. He has spoken at length about his many accomplishments. His matches in the OOWF, however, tell a different story. Mr. Capps has been forced to submit…”
(a clip shows Attitude Adjuster tapping while locked in the STF by L.D. Williams)
“…pinned…”
(a clip shows L.D. Williams pinning Attitude Adjuster for a three count)
“…beaten to a bloody pulp…”
(a clip shows Moosehead Jack piledriving a bloody Attitude Adjuster on the concrete floor)
“…and even lost to you Concrete TG…”
(a clip shows Concrete TG lifting his shoulder as the referee counts three on Attitude Adjuster)
“Alan Capps does not deserve your respect, Concrete TG. He does not deserve your help. Most of all, he does not deserve your trust. Being the Intercontinental Champion means wearing a target. Siding with Attitude Adjuster means having your death warrant pinned to your chest.”
(The screen returns to black,)
“My name is L.D. Williams, and I approve this message”
“Paid for by the committee to end Attitude Adjuster.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Apr 28, 2008 19:01:58 GMT -5
(CTG regains consciousness in a hospital bed. Overcoming his deja vu he tries to get his bearings)
??: you're safe for the moment.
CTG: where am I?
AA: UCLA Medical Center. I found you out cold on the floor in the hallway.
CTG: what....happened.....
AA: the usual - ambushed, battered, and no backup.
CTG: (groan)
AA: just rest for now. The doctor I spoke with said you had a grade 2 concussion and shouldn't get out of bed for a while.
CTG: but I got a show.......
AA: not til next week, and it's against Endo. He won't be 100% either, since Moose fought him last.
CTG: (groans again)
AA: I'm sure the rest of that unnamed faction should know about your whereabouts, and hopefully talking to you will get the word out.
CTG: (confused)
AA: you'll understand soon enough.
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