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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 6, 2008 17:30:01 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament 2008 Live! From Springfield, Kentucky
OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament 2008[/u]
The Midnight Express Bracket Gods & Monsters vs. Carl From Fresno & Justin Sane The Amnesiac & Ryan Hardcore vs. Alexander Darling & Davin Moreland
The Four Horsemen Bracket IHOP vs. Cape Town Cannibals Gaelic Storm vs. Dead & Blitz
The Legion of Doom Bracket The Chickenshit Heels vs. The Midnight Sons Kz vs. Phantos & Lucios
The Steiner Brothers Bracket Firewoman & Concrete TG vs. Drink & Destroy Eric O’Mac & Chris Cole vs. Tyson Kincaid & Outback Jack
Card subject to feudin and fightin
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:40:30 GMT -5
*OBJ approaches a visibly upset Tyson Kincaid*
OBJ: Kid, you held your own out there tonight.
TK: Not fucking good enough!
OBJ: OK, but with I know about Eric and Chris and with your abilities, we can get the job done, mate.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:40:57 GMT -5
*Run DEA is starting to ASSEMBLE~! in the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. It appears Davin and Samantha are last to arrive, as everyone else is sitting by the wetbar.* LD: About time you two got here. DM: You guys have been here for what...10 minutes? LD: 20. DM: Well, please excuse my tardiness ma'am, your sister required something from 7-11. LD: Fuck off. What. SD: And how are they MINE exactly? DM: Give me your bag. I'll be right out. *Davin goes into his suite to presumably put the bags away.* SD: Some night last night. FW: I have to admit, I could get used to this. AD: Nice touch with the Texas National Anthem by the way. L: Hey, it's only right. They play that stupid Canadian National Anthem at baseball games. AD: Got a point. P: Yeah. Sucks I lost though. LD: Phantos, don't worry about that; besides - you've got the whole roster to kill coming up. P: I dunno...I'm just...I'm not used to all this. L: Phantos, remember what we talked about? P: Yeah, yeah, totally I mean, I'm on board. Don't worry about me; I mean, there's a lot you don't know about me. And you're all about to find out. SD: I LIKE that. L: Yeah, that's pretty good, P. LD: So anyway, I just want to commend everyone. You all played your parts well this week. *Davin comes out of his suite and goes to the wetbar* DM: So how many more "messages" are we going to send? LD: You're complaining? DM: No, but they ARE going to come after us eventually. AD: No shit. LD: So, we might as well try to put them out of commission as quickly as possible. *Davin hands a drink to Samantha and has one for himself, as he sits next to her* DM: That's one school of thought. LD: Is there another school? DM: Yes. LD: Oh please impart your wisdom on us, O great and mighty Davin. *they stare each other down* P: Aww man... AD: Here we fucking go... SD: Davin. Stop it. *Davin quickly turns and shoots Samantha a nasty ass look* SD: Stop acting like a 6-year old and tell us your idea. DM: It's a good thing I like you. SD: It is. Talk. DM: Well, Ms. Alexis. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share an alternate viewpoint. LD: Seriously, go fuck yourself and talk. DM: Well, there is more than one way to send a message. I mean look at the facts. 2 weeks in a row we've embarrassed them in the ring. And all this past week our promos pissed Stank off to such a degree that he started re-treading MY promos from months ago. Now he's a raving lunatic. It's almost worth just sitting back and watching the show continue. SD: Is there anything more fun than watching a downward spiral? AD: I don't think so. Hell, I've enjoyed watching my own. LD: Well, this week we have tag teams to deal with. DM: And Fire's teaming with Traitormask. Great call there, Lisa. FW: DON'T CALL ME - DM: Yeah, yeah, fine. FW: And, well...ok, fine, it will be awkward as hell; but whatever. Maybe we'll win. but if not; it gives me more time to focus on going after the belt. Besides, two of the best tag teams ever assembled are in the tournament. L: Well, there's THE best. That would be the two Texans in masks over here. FW: That was my thought. L: *fake tips his hat* Evenin' Ma'am FW: AD: Well, the close second would be the best tag team that never teams. DM: Never trains, barely talks. Instinct and Chemistry. AD: I'm sure Cole remembers us well. DM: I'm sure. You were so FACE-y then. All the little emo girls loved you. AD: Seriously, fuck the fuck off. No wonder we never talk. Asshole. *Davin Laughs* LD: So, what's the plan? Can we get a consensus here? DM: No. *drains his drink* LD: And why the fuck not? DM: Because we don't have to figure it out right this second. LD: Davin, you can't start letting shit go. We have to... DM: I'm not letting ANYTHING go. I'm just saying the second you start overpreparing you're going to get all fucking paranoid. And that is step one of this whole fucking thing falling apart. And I swear to Christ Alexis if you... LD: Are you seriously going to blame me for stuff that hasn't happened yet? DM: You've got a track record. LD: And you've got a screw loose. DM: And you've got a loose - FW: OK! ENOUGH! Are we done? I want to see Chris. LD: Well...almost...b- DM: We're done, Fire. See ya tomorrow. *Fire BOUNCES* LD: We need to have a talk, Davin. P: I'm gonna go...I saw that new SFJ and...Hellooooooo NURSE! L: Ew. Are you serious? *Phantos BOUNCES* L: I've got tape to watch. *Lucios BOUNCES* DM: Fine. How does Monday sound? LD: How does RIGHT FUCKING NOW Sound? DM: How does Chill the fuck out sound? LD: How does go fuck yourself sound? AD: How does BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY sound? You two want to have a strategy meeting. You don't need to have it right now. It's late. DM: You two look like you need a nap. SD: Not now, Davin. *Alexis and Alexander stare holes into Davin* DM: Fine. Maybe *I* need a nap. C'Mon Sam, you need one too. SD: You're SO perceptive, dear. Goodnight brother and sister, dear. *Davin and Samantha go to "take a nap"* LD: There are times when... AD: You hate him? I know. Me too. But it seems like the OOWF has made a living at underestimating him - and I'll tell you...I'm not about too. He needs us, but Lex, we need him too. LD: Of course we do, brother dear. It's just - AD: The power-sharing thing? Well, you're going to have to deal with that. He's not giving up control that easily. LD: Neither am I. AD: I think he knows that. LD: He's so frustrating. AD: He is. More so since you're both so alike. Anyway, we're lucky Sister Dear. We're on top of the World. And that's where us Darlings are supposed to be. LD: True, brother dear. I'm just being paranoid. AD: You are. Don't worry; he might be your brother-in-law at some point. And then? You'd have nothing to worry about. LD: That...would be extraordinarily weird. AD: It would be. Wanna talk strategy? LD: Your suite or mine? *fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:41:21 GMT -5
AD: Just a minute, Lexie.
He heads towards the sacred grounds of Firewoman's locker room
LD: What are you doing? You're not allowed--
Alexander obviously doesn't hear this, and bolts right in anyway. He barely makes his way in, when he instinctively ducks. It's a good thing to, because there's a full Aquafina bottle making its way towards his head. It bounces harmlessly off the wall.
AD: What was that for?
FW: That? That? That was for leaving me in the ring in a two-on-one, so I got eliminated long before I should have been, and that bastard Eric O' Mac won.
AD: I was helping Davin with Stank. You know, the World Champion?
Alexis appears at the door with Phantos, who came back because he forgot something, and then came to see what the commotion was.
LD: I thought they were done arguing? When did this start up again?
P: Um... about 5 seconds ago?
LD: Oh.
FW: The World Champion doesn't need help, that's why he's World Champion.
AD: Well, I guess I figured since I saved your ass in the first part of the match that I had done my duty.
FW: Well...
AD: And besides, you're Ms. Invincible anyway. What with riding your new toy without the very expensive custom helmet I got you...
FW: I just forgot, I have it now, see?
She holds it up, somewhat sarcastically... if you can actually do that sarcastically.
AD: Nice. And let's not forget stalking Poe through the hallways.
FW: I was not stalking him. He sent his skank after me, so we just needed to get a few things straight, and--
AD: I'm only going to say this once. Don't poke the monster in the cage.
FW: Tytan?
AD: No. You know what I mean. We've all worked too hard to get to this place, so don't do anything stupid to mess it up. Wear your fucking helmet, leave Poe alone, and --
P: Okay, that's enough. She gets the point, right?
Firewoman and Alexander, and even Alexis look at Phantos, who is now in Captain Phantos mode.
FW: Um.. yeah.
P: Good. You got anything else to say Alex? Alexis?
AD: No.
LD: Have a nice trip, see you after No Mercy?
FW: Yes.
LD: Good. Tell Chris we said hi.
AD: I didn't say hi. [Alexis elbows him.] Fine. "Hi."
P: Wonderful. Now shake hands.
FW and AD: What?
P: DO IT!
Firewoman and Alexander glare for a moment, and then sigh and shake hands. Firewoman gives Alexis a hug.
FW: It's good to have you back.
LD: Yes. We'll, uh...talk....later.
Firewoman goes to pick up her bag, but Phantos grabs it first.
FW: I can get it.
P: I know. After you, ma'am.
Phantos opens the door for Firewoman, who's a little set back by all this, and they walk into the hall towards the parking area.
LD: Um, okay. Strategy?
AD: Yeah...strategy.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:41:55 GMT -5
(Immediately after Imperial Onslaught...)
Spin Hansen: Those FUCKS. Those self-righteous FUCKS. I'm going to--
Outback Jack: Easy there, mate. Remember what we've been talking about?
SH (shaking): You're right. (He exhales deeply and raggedly.) I must feel nothing. I will let nothing get to me.
OBJ: You got beaten in the Imperial Onslaught by Alexander Darling.
SH: (Keeps breathing evenly.)
OBJ: The rest of us got eliminated earlier in the night and you did nothing to help.
SH: (Keeps on breathing, struggling to keep his composure.)
OBJ: It's YOUR fault that D.H. was beaten so badly after his match with Moreland.
SH: GRAAAAAAAH! (He snaps and punches a hole in the wall!)
OBJ: Not good enough. Keep your mind on what we've been working on, mate. Once we get to Springfield, go to the boiler room. I've got something special waiting for you down there.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:42:22 GMT -5
“God Blessed Texas” fires up and Phantos and Lucios stroll to ringside. The crowd in ______ greets them with a chorus of boos and a “You Sold Out” chant. Lucios: Ladies and gentlemen, At this time We request that you all rise and respect the playing of the Texas National Anthem. The Eyes Of Texas Are Upon You!Begins to play. Appears on the OOWFTron. Once the song concludes, The Champions speak. Phantos: It is time once again for the boys in the back to pay attention. Last week, you all saw us put a severe beat down on what was left of the original Drink and Destroy. Stank, Capslock, your time has Passed.Lucios: Stank, Capslock, you two had 3 reigns as World Tag Team Champions. The shortest one lasted 7 Days. Our Shortest reign? 34 Days. Phantos: And your longest reign? 59 days. Our longest reign? (pauses to check his watch) 73 Days as of Wednesday. And Still Counting.Lucios: You two Were a great tag team. Were. As in In The Past. You aren’t a great team anymore. You are barely a Team. Think of it like this. D&D was like Johnny Unitas. Great Quarterback. Hall of Famer. Clearly one of the all time greats. We are like Brett Favre. We hold all the records. History will show us as the best of all time. Unitas was great, but could he play in today’s NFL? No. Freaking. Way. Too immobile. Not a strong enough arm. (suddenly Outkast's "Stankonia" is heard over the loudspeakers. The crowd goes Batshit as they await the appearance of Drink & Destroy. And they wait. And they wait longer. Back in the ring, Lucios and Phantos are falling over themselves laughing. Phantos: You people are Sooooooo gullible. You really think that those two clowns would Dare come out here and confront us? Of course not. They know we would wipe the mat with their worn out carcasses. Lucios: And there it is folks. Once again we have taken one of "The Top 5 Tag Teams in OOWF History" and put them to rest. The Heels, Kz, and now Drink & Destroy. None of these monkeys Measure Up to The Division Killers. (As they begin to leave the ring "Stankonia" fires up again. Phantos & Lucios have a temporary look of shock on their faces as they watch the entrance ramp. Pyro. Smoke. Lights go dim. As the lights come back up and the smoke clears, we see Midgets dressed as Stank and Capslock rushing the ring. Phantos & Lucios again enjoy a good laugh as the midgets hit the ring. Phantos & Lucios attack immediately, and lay a severe beating on the miniature D&D’ers. Mini Stank gets Border Tossed Over the tope rope into the Micronesian Announce Table. Mini Capslock gets set up and Dropkick Deviced. “God Blessed Texas” fires up again as the World Tag Team Champions head for the back, soaking in the boos of the fans
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:42:42 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is watching P&L‘s promo.**
“Nice. Class act boys, class act. I see you’ve already passed over us. kz is nothing but a footnote on your road to greatness. Well, this week in the first round of the tournament you’ll actually get in the ring with us, and we’ll see who’s the footnote. Boys, you like to talk about how all your opponents are old, washed up, over the hill…well Moose and I have been here as long as anybody. We’ve won more titles, delivered more beatings, and ended more careers than anyone. So, what does that make us?
You say you’re the measuring stick – division killers. kz is kind of like that too, only we don’t add the division part. Truth is, the two of you are better tag team wrestlers than we are – we never put a lot of stock in quick tags and crisp double team maneuvers. We’ve always been more about hurting people. I know you’re certified badasses now, and you’ve learned how to swing baseball bats – congratulations. I gotta tell you though, there’s a reason the Japanese fans named us joyful slaughter. When we swing bats, they’re wrapped in barbed wire. You want to prove you’re a great tag team? – this ain’t gonna do it. It might prove that you’re survivors…but I doubt it. Mostly, it’ll prove that you’re victims…
….Trust Me.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:43:02 GMT -5
*OBJ walks over to Tyson Kincaid, who is sitting in his locker room looking at his phone*
OBJ: She isn't going to call.
TK: What the hell do you know about it?
OBJ: Let me tell you the story of a young man. Let's call him Jude. He really wants to read Latin. He finally gets a book written in Latin, but he discovers he can't read Latin. If only someone had come along and explained shit to him, he would have been OK.
*Across town, in a dingy room, Moosehead Jack shouts "Credit your source, dammit!"*
TK: That made no sense at all. Why did you interrupt my wallowing in despair?
OBJ: Because we have an oportunity to pull off an upset. Eric and Chris are both former members of great tag teams, even though some people don't give them proper respect for that. They've both gone on to individual success. I'm suspecting they can't work together as a cohesive unit because of ego issues, so we need to outlast them and expose their weaknesses. You just need to forget about Fire and focus, mate.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:43:29 GMT -5
Stank - I know, my friend... I know what you want to do. I want to do it, too. I can't say I would stop you. None of us would. But there is another way. It goes against my initial instincts, because back in the day... back in our recent past actually, I would have led the charge and we would have flayed each one of them alive by now... and that may come in time, but if we do that now... if we go over there as a group, pound them to dust, we would be playing right into their hands. I know. Part of me doesn't really give a rat's ass, but my success... OUR success comes from knowing when to go on the offensive and knowing when not to. So for as much pleasure... as gratifying as it would be to walk over there with whatever we could get our hands on, and slaughter each and every one of them... I'm asking you... to wait.
<DH Magnusson, with his back turned to Stank, continues to stand there in silence, slowly winding and unwinding his logger chain around his fists. He turns to face Stank with a look of pure rage in his eyes. Three large bandages cover his forehead, his cheek, and his left ear. DH Magnusson's rage is more than matched however by the intensity in Stank's eyes.>
DHM - ...
Stank - They're afraid of us. They'd NEVER admit it... but their actions prove otherwise.
DHM - Are you seriously standing there asking me... t' turn the other cheek?
Stank - I'm telling you that taking them down requires a different sort of touch. Attacking them now... would be weak. I am not a weak man. And NO one who fights with ME... is weak either. The weak thing to do would be to attack people with bats and interfere in matches they're not a part of. The weak thing to do is to call someone out, but when presented with the opportunity to face them, wussy out by having their sheep fight for them. I'm telling you I know the situation is intolerable... but it will get better... I promise you that. When have I ever broken a promise to you?
DHM - ... Never.
Stank - And believe me that won't change. The Tag Invitational is up. The Midnight Sons and Drink & Destroy... Let's turn our attention to dominating this tournament.
<Stank walks out of the room, leaving The Intercontinental Champion to contemplate what was just said. As Stank walks over to the bar, FF Capslock approaches.>
FFC - How is he?
Stank - Pissed. Me too. You seen Outback?
FFC - He and Spin are down in the boiler room.
Stank - I'm tired of this shit, Lock.
FFC - Yeah well... I got an idea.
Stank - Really?
FFC - Don't look at me like I can't have an idea...
Stank - I wasn't...
FFC - Just come with me... ... C'mon big man.
<Stank follows FF Capslock out the door as the camera fades>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:44:24 GMT -5
*Run DEA is WORKING OUT~! in the Locker Room section of the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Phantos and Lucios are sparring with Davin and Alexander. Talk about giving away a PPV match for free! Fire is currently acting as referee, but it seems they've been switching out every so often on that. All of a sudden, all 4 men are in the ring at once in some organized chaos. Fire tries to break it up, and somewhere in the melee, Davin hits Lucios with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER out of NOWHERE and gets the flash pin. They all stop and THE CAPTAIN pipes up...*
P: Ok everyone. Great job. Clean up. Flim Study is in an hour. Bring your notebooks and pens this time guys? You too, ma'am.
FW: Umm...sure. I really have to go?
*The others roll out of the ring and start over toward the suites*
P: I'd be much obliged if you did.
FW: *pauses* All right...I GUESS I can move a few things around...if it's that important I mean.
P: *fake tips his invisible hat* I'll see you in an hour, ma'am.
*Firewoman gets over to her stuff, and fishes out her Sprint PCS phone and starts texting madly. Meanwhile, Davin and Alexander are discussing...something as they get to the common area*
AD:...don't worry about it. Just remember there's two of us out there.
DM: God I suck at tagging.
*Alexis and Samantha hear them from the other end of the hall and call over to them from the wetbar, they, obviously go over there. The two have notebooks out, and Samantha has her laptop (advertiser pending) out even.*
SD: Damn. You guys have bruises and everything. A little rough in there.
AD: No more than usual.
DM: *walks over to the minifridge* Drink, Alex?
AD: Aquafina.
*Davin grabs two Aquafinas and tosses one over to Alexander, who, of course, drops it*
DM: Nice hands, TO.
AD: Fuck off.
DM: *plops down next to Samantha, and wraps his towel around his neck* What are you two up to?
SD: Plotting.
DM: Ooh. I like plotting.
LD: Freakin' paperwork mostly. Believe it or not; you've got some Assistant GM stuff you need to look at.
DM: Goody. Too bad you can't do it for me.
LD: Listen fucko, I have better things to do that to do YOUR job for you because you're too lazy.
SD: Alexis, don't start.
LD: Don't defend him.
AD: STOP FIGHTING!
LD: Why?
AD: Because go fuck yourself, that's why. Anything happening we need to know about?
SD: Well, we were kicking around a few ideas for going forward before you guys got in here.
DM: Nice to see you getting involved.
SD: Ok, THIS is why she yells at you.
AD: Stop being a prick, Davin.
*Davin sips his water*
AD: Did you get a chance to see Stank's rant today?
LD: I did, we were kinda talking about that.
SD: Is he turning into Sting? I mean, what's his deal?
DM: It's simple. Stank's not used to being called out on his shit, and he's trying to devise a plan to get even. He makes some good points though. We don't need to do post-match beatdowns all the time. If it's necessary, that's one thing. But other than that? Hell, it's beneath us. Same for backstage crap. Seriously, this will all pop off soon enough; and when it does, we have to make sure we're dealing in a position of strength. By that I mean, the way things are going right now.
LD: He HAS lost his shit, right?
DM: He's mad. Maybe he's doing some soul-searching and coming to some realizations about himself. Maybe his knee hurts. Maybe his Mommy didn't hug him enough. It's all irrelevant; because if there's one thing I know about him is - regardless on what he's saying and doing on the outside, that geriatric brain of his is always going. He may be old, fat, and washed up; but he's far from stupid. Having Capslock is going to help him out too. He's coming up with some sort of "revenge plan", make no mistake.
AD: What are you saying.
DM: I'm SAYING is we're all working on our own strategy, but we're going to have to bring all the ideas to the table. Sooner rather than later. The other part of it should go without saying.
LD: Don't let up.
DM: See, THIS is why you're here. We're not doing this just for the fuck of it. Just can't lose focus. We're doing well right now; but it only takes a second to miss something.
SD: Well, the Darling Sisters are on it. We're not missing anything.
DM: I still can't believe you're related to her.
LD: Go fuck yourself, Davin. Here you are being nice for three seconds, and then you're back to full-on asshole mode.
DM: Livin' the gimmick, Lexie.
AD: We done? We have to go to film study in a little bit.
LD: FILM study? Since when do you two watch film?
DM: Since the Captain made it mandatory.
SD: When did you start listening to him?
DM: I've ALWAYS listened to him. Lucios and I made him Captain of Run DLP for a reason. He just...sees things differently sometimes. There's a lot you don't know about him.
SD: I've heard.
DM: Besides, our little recent maneuver at Hell On Earth seems to finally be kicking in with him. I haven't seen him this focused in...ever.
AD: That's a good thing.
DM: It is. How long do we have?
AD: *checks his Sprint PCS Treo* Shit. A little more than a half hour.
DM: Let's bounce then. Alexis, Sam...thanks. I'll check on that Assistant GM stuff later on today. Sam...I, uh...lost something...can you help me look for it?
SM: Wh...oh. Yeah. I'm a good finder.
LD: Puke.
*Samantha and Davin head to Davin's suite (probably Davin and Samantha's suite at this point)*
AD: You know...I haven't approved of those two yet.
LD: Oh shut up and go take a shower, brother dear.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:45:22 GMT -5
(Spin is in the boiler room alone while OBJ talks to Tyson Kincaid.)
Shadowed Figure: I was waiting for a moment alone.
(Spin lashes out with the crowbar. Another crowbar deflects the blow.)
Shadowed Figure: You're learning... at least from me. But why are you talking to Jack of the Hinterlands?
SH: To tell you the truth? I wasn't all that invested in the Rick/Bennett thing. Sure, I think that Rick's a shitstain. Still do. Yes, I realized that Bennett was a fraud and made us lose our titles... illegally, I might add. Hey, doesn't that mean that the Midnight Sons should still be Tag Champions?
SF: Technically, yes. But if you fight that point, D.H. might lose his Intercontinental Championship.
SH: Title. I don't need to spell it out like SOME people here.
SF: (Chuckles) But back to what we were talking about. Empty Team is dangerous. I've personally witnessed the depths that they sink to. It isn't the way you should go, Hansen. You're going to lose a lot that you hold dear if you open that place within yourself. The black and white paint may as well be a prison cell.
SH: Taking on DLP is going to be different. They don't deserve hijinks. No pure capsaicin in their Dunkin' Donuts. No trying to make those Texan hypocrites say "fuck". No reports to Homeland Security that the Darlings are talking openly about funding Al-Qaeda. No Sydney Funnel Web spiders in any of Firewoman's personal effects. Just violence. Pure, simple, glorious violence.
SF: It's going to be your funeral. Don't expect me to hold you when you come crying about how you've ruined your life. Just expect an "I Told You So" and a punch in the mouth.
SH: I always do expect a punch in the mouth from you.
(The Shadowed Figure appears behind Spin, tripping him.)
SF: Looks like you weren't expecting that, Hansen. Oh, and one more thing...
SH: Yeah?
SF: Good luck against the Heels tonight.
SH: Thanks, B-
SF: No names. Not until the time is right. The time to reveal myself is still to come.
SH: Of course.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:45:42 GMT -5
* A heavily bandaged D.H. Magnusson is in the Locker Room of Looks Like It Could Be A Lost Deposit, But Since It's Kentucky It's Probably Not throwing punches and knees into a makeshift heavybag. With each shot he winces noticably. *
SFJ78: D.H. Magnusson, this week brings us the reunion of The Midnight Sons with the Tag Team Invitational, but are you sure you'll be at 100 per cent after the vicious attack of RUN-DEA last week.
DHM: Embrassing, Shannon.
SFJ78: What?
DHM: Not vicious, embarassing. That's the word they used. They embarassed me. I pinned one of them...I didn't choke him out, I didn't make him tap...I OUTWRESTLED him and pinned him. Then took a cheap shot and took a seven on one beatdown...Y'see what I'm sayin'?
SFJ78: Ummm...No?
DHM: I'm sayin' it took seven of them with baseball bats to embarass me. Seven. And little ol' me. Guess I DON'T embarass easy, after all.
SFJ78: And heading into the Tag Team Invitational? You and partner Spin Hansen are facing off against a newly returning Heels...
DHM: Chickenshit.
SFJ78: They don't call themselves that anymore.
DHM: Don't make it any less true.
SFJ78: Either way, they aren't a team to overlook, as one of the legendary tag teams in the OOWF.
DHM: Yeah, and?
SFJ78: Well, it seems like...
DHM: It's like this, Shannon: Th' Chickenshits are legends here...but it's a damned shame it ain't for what they do in th' ring. Attitude Adjuster ain't ever been in better shape in his life...I heard he actually made all th' way up a flight a stairs without havin' t'stop and run his trap this week. An' Johnny Adrenaline? I'm glad he's back. Not just because I hate seein' anyone gettin' put out th' way he did, but because he's back an' he's in the ring with us. Y'see me an' Spin, we got little payback we never got t'collect from those two from th' last time we tangled. Now we get our chance. An' after that? Either we get to square off with KZ again, or we get our mitts on th' two masked goofballs. If it's KZ, it'll be a war. If it's t'other? It'll be a massacre.
DHM: Y'got your soundbyte, Shannon. I got work to do.
*As SFJ78 leaves, Outback Jack makes his way in, shooing out the Ninjacam as he does*
OBJ: Bend your ear a second, mate?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:46:10 GMT -5
(Firewoman is RACING~! along near Salt Lake City, Utah on her way to Oregon when she sees a motorcycle gaining on her on the highway) FW: (waves em up, has already been on the road close to 20 hours with a stop) (the purple bike pulls up even with her, and FW almost wrecks when she sees who's on that bike) FW: (Motions they pull off at the next exit, which Crete nods. The two park at a rest area) FW: (taking her helmet off) what the HELL are you doing out here?? CTG: It seems, citizen Fire, that we are heading toward the same destination. FW: You are insane - you bailed out on WWE and you're going to drive out there to see the Pay-Per-View? CTG: Lionheart- FW: JERICHO CTG: not his civilian name, citizen, he has a reputation FW: (Facepalms) CTG: Lionheart extended the invitation to me and despite his evil ways before a camera he is still a good man. (Kayfabe, who is having lunch nearby, hears this and leaps out of her seat ina a full Santino-styled celebration) FW: so you're going there... but NOT going to the Pay-Per-View? CTG: It would be ill-advised, as Triple H holds grudges. There are a couple of others who understood my decision and do not hold it against me. That already makes them better men than Davin Moreland. FW: Look, don't bring Davin into this. You're following me because of the tag tournament, right? CTG: given that this is a long journey, perhaps we could discuss strategies to pass the travel time. FW: I have some bad news for you, Pureheart- CTG: DON'T GO THERE FW: This was not a "business" trip. I'm going to go see Jericho and you're not spoiling that. As to being your partner? I didn't agree to that, and when I stop again I might call the GM to see if it's too late to change that. CTG: I'm... sorry you feel this way. FW: The war's over, Crete. (puts her helmet back on) I don't HAVE to be nice to you anymore. (revs up her bike and speeds away)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:47:29 GMT -5
(The sweet and sultry Lola makes her way into the private training area of Tytan who is seen being tended to by one Dr Diana Podvod. Tytan is sweating after a long hard workout and Diana is checking him over.)
Lola and her cameraman enters.
Diana (Turning to her): Can't you see the signs this is a private training facility?
Lola: Hey I am not paid to read I am paid to do my job.
Tytan: (Calming Diana down) It's okay. She's cool. She's interviewed me before.
(Lola looks around and recognizes the place.)
Lola: Isn't this one of the old training buildings for Ultimo Inc. care to comment on that?
Diana: No not really!
Lola: Damn aren't you a little bitchy today?
Diana: We are here for a reason. To train and get ready for the tag-team tournament.
Lola: Speaking of where is the other half of the G and M?
Tytan: Relax sweetheart, Poe and Selena will be here shortly. Now you are wondering why we are here?
(Diana gives Tytan a look and he ignores it. Diana gives up and continues to go back to work tending to Tytan.)
Tytan: It's simple I needed to get my focus back and figure out how I am going to be able to exist the way I am and the way I need to be.
Lola: So you mean with the headaches and things you have been having?
Diana: (Interrupting) It simply means, if you must know. Jason- I mean Tytan came off the injections that Ultimo Inc gave him the wrong way. So me being his doctor has to put him back on them so we can ween it off of them properly.
Lola: So what could have happened if this wasn't caught?
Diana: I would rather not say. Ultimo Inc. has done this work for several years and not all of our past clients has had the same results as Tytan.
(Tytan looks at Diana with a concerned questioning look on his face.)
Lola: Do you care to elaborate on this?
Tytan: Yeah do you?
Diana: (To Tytan) No here and not on camera.
Lola: So Tytan do you have an comments on your opponents for the first round of the tourney.
(As Tytan speaks Diana heads to a medicine bag and pulls out a couple of vials and begins to mix them.)
Tytan: Carl, Justin it's simple you haven't meet a team like us. We will break you in half and destroy you with out breaking a sweat.
(Diana takes the mixed vial and puts it into a syringe and gets ready to inject it into Tytan)
Diana: All right you are going to feel a little prick and remember this stuff burns a bit going in. (She sticks him with the needle.)
Tytan: Damn! I forgot how much that crap hurts! (shakes it off and notices Poe and Selena entering the building.) I am looking forward to getting past those two punks so we can get our hands on Davin and Darling. And that right Poe!
Poe enters the scene.
Poe: It's true. Too be able to get my hands on the boy again will be a pleasure and Davin to beat some of the arrogance out of you will be even more fun.
(Tytan lets out a scream as everyone looks over to him with the exception of Diana who is cleaning up her gear.)
Diana: That is just the "Ultimo Juice" that is reentering his bloodstream. Poe you will have your hands full with him. When the darkness comes back into him, Tytan can be a hard man to control. I will stay around as long as I can to help but I can't promise you that I will be able to help with the hell that is about to be released on the OOWF.
(Tytan laughs)
Tytan: Now....it feels good to be back to my normal self.
Poe: (smiling as Selena takes two steps back unsure of how to take this.) It's okay my sweet, my brother just re-found his dark side. Now we are ready to take Gods and Monsters to the level it's suppose to be.
(He laughs as the camera fades out.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:47:50 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland just happens to be near a camera and WATCHING~! OOWF-TV with Curt "The Golden God" Schilling at the Dunkin' Donuts Hospitality Tent*
DM: Poe. How's your ankle? Those burns seem to be healing nicely.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:48:10 GMT -5
Seamus is sitting at the bar drinking a double shot of Bushmills and looking at the OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament 2008 brackets and smiles
Seamus: " Hahaha, The Four Horseman bracket...I must admit I like that...it's an honor to be in the match named after the best stable ever...you talk about game changers, talk about workers - Arn Anderson is sooooo good he can put a mop over...It's almost like wrestling the Dead. Talk about Tully and your talking about poetry in motion, then you look at Big Barry carrying his US title and you know the that leaves the jet flying, limo riding, kiss stealing, wheeling and dealing, rambo who, space mountain, to be the man you gotta beat the man, walk that aisle, time to go to school, dirtiest player in the game, 16 time heavyweight champion of the wwwwwwoooooooorrrrrrlllllddd The Nature Boy Ric Flair....yeah I like that, watch out kids there is a storm brewing...
Seamus downs his drink, grabs a redhead on his left arm and a blonde on his right...and walks away
Seamus: whoooooaaaaa!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:48:35 GMT -5
A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist catches Phantos and Lucios in the Hallway of Semi-Random Encounters RNSFJ: Have you see LD Willimas statements about your opening round match? Lucios: Have we seen a statement? Are you serious? Phantos: Listen babe, we saw the promo, and I seem to remember him saying this: Truth is, the two of you are better tag team wrestlers than we are And for us Mr. Williams, That is all that matters. You brag about hurting people. We brag about wins. You brag about your barbed-wire bats, we use the bats only After the match. Kz might win a fight, we plan on winning a Wrestling Match.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:48:58 GMT -5
<A SFJ bravely picks her way through the dingy flophouse where Moose is staying to get an interview>
SFJ13 - Ewww, this place is gross
MHJ: No one asked you to come here
SFJ13: Well, Rick sort of did, said we needed your thoughts on the Tournament, and whether you would even appear
MHJ: I will be there. I am healing just fine
SFJ13: You still look like shit
MHJ: THANK you for that. Anyway, Phantos, Lucios I can tell you have been hanging around with Darling and Davin, because suddenly you like to talk a lot. You like to tell everyone how great you are, and the fact is, you ARE a great team. You are great technical wrestlers, and in your element, you are perhaps two of the best the OOWF has seen.
SFJ13: Wow, those are surprising words coming from you!
MHJ: The fact is, however, their element is a wrestling match. Kz....our element is a straight up fight. THAT is where we excel.
SFJ13: So what happens this week?
MHJ: As best as I can see it, it's going to be a test of wills. Phantos and Lucios are going to try and keep it a match, we are going to try and make it a fight. Whoever gets their way, likely wins the match. So Phantos, Luicios, you might want to study up on some street fighting. Go back and watch the old Freebirds - Von Erich wars. Go back and watch Brody and Abby. Do whatever it takes, because when we get the match dirty. When it becomes a nasty fight, you two won't be fighting for your titles, you will be fighting for your lives.
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:49:18 GMT -5
(Lola catches up with Poe and Selena as they are leaving the unknow training facility.)
Lola: Poe...do you have anything to say about Tytan his association with Dr. Podvod. ending up back here at an Ultimo Inc. Facility and his Current "Condition"?
Poe: (Stops) First Lola give me a second to digest all this in. You gave me a lot to answer.
Selena: (Intrupting) I don't like this one either? When are we going to get one of these interviewers that is not a skank?
Poe: (Smiling) Easy there my sweet. Lola, the answer to all these questions can be summed up like this. Tytan's souls is now elcipsed.
Lola: Eclipsed?
Poe: Simple. The dark is trying to take over and find a way to exist. Now it comes down to Tytan. He needs to face those deamons and learn if he can live with them or without them.
Lola: So then what is your role in all of this?
Poe: I am the one that is going to show him the way. Once I show him he has two options.
Lola: Which are?
Poe: Except it and let it become one with you...or let it destroy you.
(Poe and Selena then walk off into the darkness.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:49:37 GMT -5
(At a Portland hotel Sunday morning, Jericho is WALKING~! with Fire on one side of him and CTG on the other)
FW: Good luck in your match.
Jericho: (getting into character) I won't need luck.
CTG: My apologies for not staying to see the festivities
Jericho: Business is business, man, I understand. Just wherever you stop sunday night, try to find a spot to watch.
CTG: (shaking hands with Jericho) I know you say you won't need it, but good luck anyway, Lionheart.
FW: (Rolls eyes)
Jericho: (smirks as he returns the handshake) you make sure you two win that tournament you've been talking about.
CTG: I was hoping to work further on strategy-
FW: (grumbling about having a whitebread for a tag partner)
CTG: but I will not trouble either of you further. (heads out)
FW: Why do you even put up with him?
Y2J: even if he's one of the faciest faces this side of Kevin Von Erich, he's also pretty talented.
FW: I have to put up with him through this tournament- I'm going to fix that if I can
(the two of them head out to the parking lot where they see Crete standing over a pile of smashed silver and purple metal)
Y2J: whoa
FW: (shaking head) I warned him
CTG: (sighs) that WAS my ride home.... (spots Jericho and FW)
Jericho: sorry about the bike, man - looks like it got worked over with a sledgehammer
CTG: (points out a few telltake dents among the wreckage) I was well aware that Hunter held grudges. (Stands) Citizen Fire, a favor....
FW: My bike's only set for one, "Hero".... hope you've got a strong thumb. (walks away)
CTG: .....
Jericho: You can probably grab a standby if you get over there soon. You might be home in time for the show.
CTG: (shakes head and checks his wallet to see he has enough to get to the airport)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:49:57 GMT -5
*FADE IN TO THE PALATIAL IHOP LOCKER ROOM*
<SYB and Skurge are working out while The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth is pacing on the other side of the room.>
SYB: Who do we have this week?
Skurge: Beats me. I think we're fighting Fine Young Cannibals or some shit.
SYB: Speaking of which, <nods toward DM> she drives me crazy, eh?
Skurge: Well then it's a good thing you won your bet, huh Chief?
SYB: It suuuure is.
Skurge: Did she pay up yet?
SYB: Nope. I'm waiting until the moment is right.
Skurge: Kinda like a Money In The Bank thing?
SYB: You could say that.
Skurge: I did just say that.
SYB: This is what happens when we're split from The Demko.
<Kayfabe looks up from her newspaper>
Skurge: Eh?
SYB: Nothing, I just miss The Amnesiac and Fezzik, that's all.
*FADE OUT*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:50:15 GMT -5
Firewoman is RIDING~! through the Pacific Northwest, when she gets a phone call on her Sprint Mobile Phone that she has all set up to answer through her Arai Quantum helmet.
FW: Huh? .... What? .... Wait a minute, let me pull over. I can't hear you.
Firewoman pulls over on I-84 E, removes her helmet (doing the required flip of the red hair in the process), and picks up the handset for the Sprint phone.
LD: I said what is your ETA.
FW: Oh... Um... I guess I'll be there... Um... [She looks around to see where she is]. Tuesday morning?
LD: What?
FW: Afternoon at the latest. Unless I sleep, in which case--
LD: Why the hell didn't you just fly?
FW: Because I had to give 'Brother Dear' the card back, after the whole fake baby thing, so I took the bike instead.
LD: Where are you.
FW: Um....West of Idaho.
LD: You haven't even left the state of Oregan yet? You know you have a very important match coming up, right?
FW: Yes, one that is totally not sparkling with me. If Rick thinks I'm going to tag with that crazy super hero, he is totally wrong.
LD: So you're forfeiting, just like that?
FW: NO. I'm demanding a different partner. You in?
LD: Me?... I don't think I'm ...
FW: C'mon...Stank and Capslock? Stank is beaten down mentally and physically by our good friend Davin...and how long has it been since Capslock has been in the ring?
LD: Well, not long at all. It's just different name for the same guy, so--
FW: Well, work on it. If you want me there by Wednesday morning, I better get a move on.
LD: Wait...I thought you said Tuesday?
Firewoman fires the bike back up, and takes off headed east.
FW: What? Sorry, Lexie, can't hear you. Talk to you later!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:50:34 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene is interviewing Outback Jack*
SG: Outback Jack, we haven't heard much from Tyson Kincaid lately.
OBJ: Well, he's had to deal with some issues lately. What I told him is that if he's being disrespected outside the ring, he has to walk down the aisle and earn respect inside the ring. It's something our opponents have done, it's what I've done, and I know Kincaid can do it as well.
SG: Meanwhile, your guidance of Spin Hansen is getting some negative responses.
OBJ (drinks beer, belches): That was Australian for you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. Spin's a veteran and he makes his own decisions. Besides, it's not like I didn't warn him about the risks.
SG: Well, I'm wondering if he knows everything I know about Empty Team's history. Fans, if you want to learn more, call the hotline! Kids, borrow your parents credit cards and call...
*Scheme Gene is interrupted by a Boomerang from OBJ. OBJ looks down at where Gene has been laid out, looks at the camera and walks off.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:50:56 GMT -5
Thirty or so hours later, Firewoman comes pulling up to the OOWF Arena in Springfield, Kentucky! She parks, takes off her helmet, and enters the building, looking for and finding a random production assistant.
RPA: Um…hello.
FW: Hey, Sparky. Where’s Rick’s office?
RPA: Down that way.
FW: Great. I don’t see Lucky anywhere, take my shit to my locker room please.
She shoves it into his hands.
RPA: Uh, okay…
FW: Don’t go in, just give it to Lucky or Alexis if you see them.
RPA: Yes ma’am.
Firewoman continues down the hall to GM the Rick’s office, and opens the door, without knocking.
GMtR: Oh, do come in, and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything?
FW: You can can the sarcasm.
GMtR: You can’t just show up when you please. We have a show to do.
FW: Hey, I beat the 1pm call. As long as I check in by then, which I have, I am good.
GMtR: So what did you want then? You look like hell.
FW: Been driving all night to get here, on time. Just for you. I need to make a change.
GMtR: Oh? And what is that change pray-tell?
FW: Partners in the Tag Team tournament. Clearly, that super-idiot misunderstood, and signed us up together. I want a new partner. I’m not going into the ring with that—
CTG: With that what?
Firewoman turns to see Concrete standing behind her, also just getting in from the trip out west.
FW: With that cartoon character. I want to team with Alexis Darling.
CTG: Given everything you and your companions have done in the past weeks, I wholeheartedly agree. It would not be heroic to tacitly condone your actions by remaining as teammates. Besides, I went through hell to get here just because you wouldn’t give me a ride.
FW: Then we’re agreed. Fantastic. Make it happen, Rick.
GMtR: Let’s everyone just slow down. I’m in charge, remember? Now, you both make valid points, however, the card stands as it is.
FW/CTG: What?
The two begin talking at once to argue their points, and we can’t make it out, although the words “Jezebel” and “restraining order” surface through the din. GM the Rick listens for a bit, and then grows tired.
GMtR: Enough! First of all, Alexis’s paper work renewing her as an active wrestler isn’t finished yet. Secondly, Firewoman, before your actions at the end of Hell on Earth, and your actions since, I may have listened to you. But since you saw fit to turn on the men who stood next to me in that stupid war, I’m not inclined to give you anything.
FW: See. I knew you’d throw me under the bus the second the war was over.
GMtR: [ignoring her]. As for you, Concrete. Well, I’m grateful to you, obviously, for standing by me, and I’d like to make this change for you, but I just can’t. It’s too late to redo the brackets. And it would obviously be bad for the OOWF to change the card at this late date, and put out a disorganized show because at the last minute—
CTG: [sighs] Say no more, Citizen Rick. I understand. [looking at Firewoman] So. We are partners.
FW: Just great.
GMtR: [with mock-sweetness] Now, if you two could kindly get the fuck out of here so I can finish up for the show that’d be great. Kay? Thanks, bye!
With that, GM the Rick walks both wrestlers out of his office and slams the door once their in the hallway. Firewoman glares daggars at Concrete, who smiles and tries to make the best of it. Firewoman is having none of this, so she storms down the hallway towards her office, with Concrete following closely.
CTG: So, Citizen Fire, if we are to defeat Stank and Capslock, we probably should look at their old matches. I have some tapes in my library, and I know Phantos and Lucios have that media center.
FW: Sony Media Center, Cape-boy, and no, you cannot use it.
Firewoman picks up the pace, and Concrete follows, although the ninja cam falls beind. They get to the doors of the DEA Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels before the ninjacam catches back up to them.
FW: Hey guys, I’m home.
AD: Where the hell have you been?
FW: Oregon, duh.
DM: Why did you bring that with you?
CTG: That? Citizen Moreland, I would ask that –
FW: Crete? Shut up. Go away. I’ve been awake for about 48 hours straight. You don’t want to piss me off anymore. Trust [Alexander glares at Firewoman]…er, believe me on this.
CTG: Fine. Get your rest. We will talk later.
FW: I’ll be counting the minutes.
She slams the door to the Suites, with Concrete outside.
DM: Don’t you think you’re cutting it kind of close?
FW: Lecture later. Sleep now.
Firewoman heads to her locker room. Davin starts to follow.
AD: Really. Don’t. Tru—dammit! Believe me.
DM: Fine.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 13, 2008 10:51:17 GMT -5
"The Main Event" Chris Cole enters Eric O'Mac's Locker Room
CC: First off, congrats on winning Imperial Onslaught.
EOM: Thanks. I'm going to make Davin Moreland look like a little bitch when I take the OOWF World Heavyweight Title from him.
CC: Actually that's what I'm here for. I know what it is like to have a prize like the OOWF World Heavyweight Title in your sights. You earned your spot and you deserve what is coming to you. But that day will come. This day we have a task at hand and I need to know that you will be focused.
EOM: We can beat Jack & Kincaid with our eyes closed.
CC: Eric. You need to embrace this tournament and the opportunity it represents. What could be better then being the number one contender for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship?
EOM: Not much.
CC: How about being number one contender for BOTH the World Championship and the OOWF World Tag Team Championship. There have been a lot of greats in this company but you have a chance to win the World Title and the World Tag Team Titles and hold them at the same time. How does that sound.
EOM: It sounds great of course. I know you, Cole. What's in this for you?
CC: Look I'm not going to lie I have selfish reasons as well. I look around at this company and there are only a handful of people I respect. You are one of them. For some reason all the people holding titles seem to be douchbags you don't deserve it. The way I see it we can bring this company back to its glory days. Chris Cole & Eric O'Mac will rule the tag team division and Eric O Mac will defeat Davin Moreland for the Heavyweight Title. And then you'll give me the first shot at it. Imagine it now, on PPV the Tag Team Champs square off against each other for the Heavyweight Title. Unargueably the two biggest names in the sport today on the grandest stage of them all.
EOM: Sounds good.
CC: It sure does. So focus on this tournament. When both of us are on our game NOBODY in this company will be able to stop us. NOBODY.
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