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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:46:41 GMT -5
After being no-sold by Moose in three straight promos, Tyson Kincaid decides to get off his ass and do one himself. Since he’s stuck for settings without a proper plot device, he is once again standing in front of an OOWF banner, this time without the presence of an SFJ.
Kincaid is wearing a black narrow-brimmed Trilby-style fedora, a Wintersleep shirt underneath a blue denim jacket and black denim jeans. He looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.
TK: For the past several days, I’ve been watching OOWF TV, waiting for the inevitable, waiting for Moosehead Jack to threaten to get his win back against me and break our 2-2 tie. I waited to hear him ramble on about how depraved he is, about the lengths he will go to defeat me and then finishing it all off with a predictable “trust me”. But I never heard a damn word.
So I stand here before you, wondering exactly what game he’s playing. We all know that he’s a sinister expert when it comes to mind games that spent weeks trying to tempt me into crawling back to pills and alcohol. Maybe that’s all this is, another mind game from a master. Or maybe he’s just ignoring me in the hopes that I will simply go away and cease to be another thorn in his side.
But do you know what the most unfortunate part of all this is? Moose and I appear to share a common enemy in Run DEA and, more importantly…
Kincaid lowers his head slightly, grits his teeth and grimaces as he says the following name.
TK: …Firewoman.
So why is it that we are going to tear into each other again this week rather than uniting to eliminate this blemish, this cancer, from the OOWF?
Think about it, Moose. Should you choose to make the right decision, I might just even have a drink with you to celebrate our new alliance.
Fade.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:50:42 GMT -5
<Kincaid finishes his promo and Moose walks up to him with his newly won DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship slung over his shoulder and the nearly finished beer in his hand>
MHJ: Well well well, Kincaid. I thought you were dead
TK: Yeah, well I'm not
MHJ: I could change that for ya?
TK: You do what you have to. You just think about what I said. You and Poe have a common enemy in DEA. You and I also have a common enemy. And after last week, it looks like you couldn't get the job done against Fire either
<Moose contemplates this, and probably smashing Kincaid in the face with the title, the title slips off of Moose's shoulder and falls to the floor>
MHJ: Damn thing, always falling when you least expect it. <Moose scoops up the title and tries to put it around his waist>
MHJ: Here, hold this. <Moose fixes the title around his waist> Ok Kincaid. You have made your point. We have a match this week, if you survive, and that is a big if, maybe then, we can talk. <glancing down> That is, if you are in any shape to compete.
<Moose turns and walks away, Kincaid watches him leave, then looks down and sees he is still holding the beer that Moose handed him. Kincaid looks at it for a moment, then throws it down on the floor and turns and walks away>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:53:29 GMT -5
****VIDEO PLAYED TO OOWF FANS AT HOME****
As the music starts up, see the following clip from the 11/19 Mayhem play (in black and white) until the lyrics start:
New blood joins this earth And quickly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace The young boy learns their rules
See shots of Alexander Darling and Eric O'Mac partnership, including Eric's winning the Onslaught Championship with Darling's help.
With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on he's known
Random shots of Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling in DEA, mixed in with randoms shots of Eric wrestling both.
A vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away
Brand new footage of Eric O'Mac, in a wrestling ring, with his back turned on the camera. The lights are dimmed, and Eric, who is wearing a hoodie ove rhis head, faces the turnbuckle, never turning around.
VIDEO ENDS WITH THIS MESSAGE:
THE UNFORGIVEN WILL MEET THEIR END
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:56:32 GMT -5
Nayr is has finished watching the OOWF promo podcasts on his iPod.
Nayr: Man, that only took me the better part of a day.
Bryce Larson walks into the room.
Bryce: Hey poindexter, whatcha watching? The Dark Crystal?
Nayr: For your information, jerk, I'm watching the Gods and Monsters promos. Did you know that they're big fans of bloody sacrifices?
Bryce: Yeah, I watched them. At least Poe can get laid, which seems to be a bit more than you can accomplish.
Nayr: Look, these guys cut themselves to make themselves more powerful. Doesn't that bug you?
Bryce: I notice you've cleverly sidestepped my cutting remark on your lack of action. And no, because it obviously means they're emo pussies. They're no match for my textbook knowledge of strikes and reversals and superior taste in music. So try not to get in my way, junior.
Nayr glowers as Bryce leaves.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:59:02 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into the lobby of the Starwood Hotel in Springfield, NH and checks at the front desk to see if there were any messages. She's all dried off from her earlier 'escapades,' having somehow found a place to take a shower, dry off, and have several drinks. We'll leave that up to the OOWF viewer's imaginations, for now...
Desk Attendant: Some guy called. He sounded mad, or Canadian.
FW: Yeah, probably both. You got a bar in this hotel?
DA: Right down that way, ma'am.
FW: Thanks
She walks in the indicated direction, holding her side a bit. She comes in, and the place is deserted, mostly. She looks around warily, and finds a seat with her back to the wall. She orders an Irish Coffee, and appears to be deep in thought, as she doesn't actually acknowledge it when the waitress brings her drink. Eventually she takes a drink, and still is deep in thought when a shadow falls across the table. A HUGE shadow.
SH: You look like you had an interesting evening.
FW: I always do.
Spin pulls up a chair and sits down.
FW: Why yes, please do join me.
SH: I just have one question for you, then I'll leave you alone.
FW: If it has anything to do with $750,000, don't waste your time. You won't be collecting.
SH: The jury is still out on what to do about that. That's not what I wanted.
FW: Fine. What.
SH: I want to know which Firewoman is going to be in the ring with me Wednesday.
FW: Huh?
SH: Cos there seems to be two of you. I saw what you said after you took my title.
FW: You mean my title?
SH: Heh.....You were respectful, and .... complimentary, and
FW: Humble?
SH: Yeah...
FW: I saw your little meeting at the beach.
SH: Oh yeah...ninja cams. So you have moments like that, and, well, now. But then other times you're
FW: A raging lunatic?
SH: I think that's putting it lightly. That, and interfering in matches, and generally just being a pain in the ass like the rest of your teammates.
FW: Very observant of you.
SH: So, I wanna know. Which Firewoman do I get Wednesday?
FW: Dude, multiple personalities aren't my gimmick.
SH:......
FW:.......
She takes a drink.
FW: Fine. Spin, I meant everything I said. You are a formidable opponent, and beating you was an accomplishment I'll be proud of for a long time. And....
SH: And.....
Firewoman's voice lowers.
FW: Your tag team partner D.H. was really good to me when....
SH: When you lied to the entire company about being pregnant, and tricked Attitude Adjuster into proposing?
FW: Yes. And even though I haven't talked to D.H. for a while, and our paths in this company diverged, I will not forget his loyalty. Ever. And since he considers you a friend, I extend that consideration to you.
SH: Huh.
Her voice changes, and gets a little darker.
FW: But make no mistake. My goal in this company is to win. That's it. I'll do whatever it takes, legal or [smiles slyly] ... otherwise ... to accomplish that. Doesn't matter who my opponent is, my goal is to win, and that trumps all.
SH: I see... And interfering in matches helps that?
FW: A win for one member of RunDEA is a win for all members. Simple as that.
SH: So, you're all one big happy family, that it?
Firewoman smirks and takes another drink.
SH: Well, enjoy the belt while you can. Because I'm going to take it back.
FW: You go right ahead and try, Spin.
A tall, dark, and handsome man, with long, brown, curly hair under his cowboy hat, wearing faded jeans and an OOWF t-shirt, and cowboy boots walks into the bar, sees Firewoman and waves. She waves back, and smirk changes to... well, not a smile, per se, but more like a Cheshire Cat grin.
FW: This has been fun, Spin. But you were only partly right, earlier. You said you thought I had an interesting evening? Past tense. My evening is just getting started, and it's just now getting interesting.
Firewoman leaves money on the table and walks up to the man. They lock eyes, and then walk to the elevator. Spin shakes his head, and then gets deep in thought himself.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 21:59:41 GMT -5
<Moose is in a dingy hotel room somewhere in Springfield New Hampshire. He has a beer in one hand and the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title lying across his lap. Moose fast forwards through the promos from this week's MidWeek Mayhem, but stops on one in particular and watches it, then rewinds it and watches it again> (Wrath Standing in a Church dressed all in white Robes hood over his head) (DW Kneeling in prayer:) “I understand, the power and strength are not only for pain but for good. Not for pain but for calling those in darkness into the light. I am a sinner, the embodiment of one of the 7 deadly sins; I am a path to redemption. My church shall remain small, only 6 more members, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, Greed, and Pride. They shall walk beside me and we shall redeem all of OOWF. Redeeming all of the sinners or burning away the darkness and pain” (Stands up Throws back hood Angelic Symbols on his face darker and more visible. His hair is Brilliant white his eyes a shinging blue. Under his robes we see all white clothing. ) “In time my friends, and fellow sinners will step forward and we will roll through OOWF as a force of nature. Repent now and your sins shall be redeemed. Do not and you shall stand in eternal torment. Blessings to you all” (Sign of the Cross) (candles in the church all light at the same time)”May you walk in light. ” MHJ: This could get interesting <fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:01:37 GMT -5
SFJ#92 - I'm standing by with OOWF superstar, Stank! Now Stank, big match coming up at Midweek Mayhem, as you try to become the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion for the second time... any thoughts?
Stank - Sure Chloe, I have a thought... Is it just me, or is TNA blatantly stealing ideas, and practically straight lifting dialogue from the OOWF? ... I'm just saying.
SFJ#92 - Well...
Stank - Rhetorical question, Chloe.
SFJ#92 - What about your match against Davin Moreland for the World Title?
Stank - This match is about more than just the title. It's about retribution. It's about bloodshed. It's about getting my hands on our World Champion... and breaking something. This is about grabbing Run DEA by the throat and choking the life out of it. Two of the biggest egos to ever grace an OOWF ring will go head to head. I could stand here run down the list of accomplishments from each of us. Davin's history is known as is mine, but this isn't about Davin having been a 2 time Onslaught Champion, a Trios Tag Team Champion, A multiple time DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, the current World Champion or me... 2 time wrestler of the year, 2 time DDT Iron Man Heavy metal champ, 3 time tag team champ, longest reigning World Champ... no this isn't about past accomplishments... this about the future... and in my immediate future, I see Davin Moreland lying in a pool of his own blood.
You ask me Davin what I will say when I'm defeated? Regardless of wins, or losses, I will NEVER be defeated. The real question is... what will YOU say Davin? What will you do once you regain consciousness and realize that I've beaten you for the World Title. What will you say when you wake up underneath a pile of your broken teammates and realize that Run DEA... is no more?
Be seeing you, champ.
<fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:02:02 GMT -5
(Tytan is alone in a certain Ultimo Inc. training facility and the camera pans in on him.)
Tytan: It's funny. Certain people have all sat there and are starting to take sides on the pending new war that is getting ready to happen. Well did anyone notice there someone out there that is already trying to do something about it? What about Tytan?
Moose it seems that you and Tyson are talking about a common enemy. How sweet? What about Tytan? Who blew up her bike? Ask Firewoman how her ribs are?
It seems the war has already started against Run DEA. The problem is only a few people are fighting it.
Now as far as my partner Poe is concerned. I want you and Selena to understand one thing. I have no issues with you. The only reason I did what I did is that it seems that Poe cared more for you Selena then the welfare of his partner. So when I decided that I couldn't stand what RunDEA was doing I decided it was best to go on the attack with out him. I would rather go on by myself then to go on with someone I didn't know if they had my back or not. But we will beal with that when the time comes.
Now it's time to go to war.
(Fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:02:45 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! down the hallway of a Dingy Hotel Room (Moose Royalties) and Moonbeam (SFJ420) is in tow carrying a microphone and a chocolate donut. Davin is wearing a Post-Modern Full Douchebag Suit, Douchebag Sunglasses which probably cost more than the suit, and is wearing his OOWF World Championship around his waist like a good champion should. He's also batisatlaughing to himself down the hallway*
SFJ420: Dude, stop doing that, you're freakin me out.
DM: Doing what?
SFJ420: Laughing at yourself for no reason?
DM: Does Moonbeam like it?
SFJ420: No. It's obnoxious and it's pissing me off.
DM: Good, then Davin Moreland is doing his job. Davin Moreland, CEO of Davin Moreland, Inc, should give Davin Moreland a raise.
SFJ420: Is that hard to do?
DM: Moonbeam has no idea.
SFJ420: *sighs* Well anyway, there's been a lot of talk about war lately in the OOWF. Do you care to comment?
DM: Of course Davin Moreland would like to comment. *He stops walking and batistalaughs* Davin Moreland thinks there are a lot of simple-minded wrestlers in this company that are incapable of existing without having a war to fight. Davin Moreland is self-motivated. Davin Moreland is a self-starter. Davin Moreland doesn't require artificial factors to give his very best on a nightly basis. Davin Moreland is an entertainer. Davin Moreland is a showman.
SFJ420: So...are you saying that declaring "war" indicates a lack of focus?
DM: Has Moonbeam been forced to smoke the dirt weed this week? Moonbeam is far smarter than usual.
SFJ420: Moonbeam has...I mean...I've been practicing and studying.
DM: Davin Moreland thinks that's admirable. Davin Moreland thinks Moonbeam has a future as a scholar.
SFJ420: Back to the question please, Champ?
DM: *batistalaughs* All Davin Moreland knows Moonbeam, is that while Stank and Drago are focused on fighting an imaginary war; they're not paying attention to the current situation at hand. Run DEA is not at war. Run DEA is the greatest faction in the history of recorded time. *batistalaughs* Run DEA is worried about Championships and being the best, the pinnacle of Run DEA's profession. Run DEA has no need for war. Run DEA doesn't need artificial motivation. As a good Yankee Fan would say, "Kiss the rings, Bitch". Run DEA has the rings, and those such as Stank and Drago have nothing but hopes, dreams and jealousy to fuel their days.
SFJ420: Did you just say you were a Yankee Fan.
DM: Davin Moreland doesn't remember making that statement.
SFJ420: But you just said...
DM: Davin Moreland has no comment.
SFJ420: Fine. So if you're not concerned about an impending war; why are we here today?
DM: *batistalaughs* Davin Moreland is here to pay a visit to an old friend. An old friend who as of late has lost his way. Davin Moreland feels Davin Moreland can help this old friend regain the standing of which he deserves. Davin Moreland is a healer. Davin Moreland is a mediator. Davin Moreland is an opportunity provider. Davin Moreland cares about those Davin Moreland respects.
SFJ420: Respects? Uh oh...
*Davin Moreland does some douchebag rhythmic knock on the door, and it cracks open*
DM: Hello. Davin Moreland, OOWF World Heavyweight Champion is here to visit.
*A voice from inside answers*
VFI: You can visit, but if you talk like that - I'll just stab you.
DM: *batistalaughs* Davin Moreland thinks you won't have anything to worry about once Davin Moreland is out of range of the NinjaCams. Davin Moreland is a fine actor. Davin Moreland does what Davin Moreland needs to do to achieve the results Davin Moreland wants.
VFI: Fine. Come in. Tell me what's on your mind.
*The door closes*
SFJ420: Anyone got a lighter? Mine just died. (She's holding a curiously shaped hand-rolled cigarette of some sort.)
*Time passes. Commercials run. We come back and see a red-eyed Moonbeam leaning against the wall, sucking down a real cigarette. But...she just had a...never mind. The door flies open, and Davin Moreland slowly moves to the hallway. And behind him, is that...*
DM: Well, thanks for hearing me out, Moose. I know it's a lot to take in; but you know as well as I do - if you and/or LD really want to get your groove back, so to speak; turning face and wrestling with D&D isn't really the way to go. I mean, by God, I have this douchebag heel thing down so well that everyone NOT in Run DEA a face. And Moose, I saw "Crete and Moosey" *he unbuttons a couple of buttons on his dress shirt to reveal a "Crete and Moosey" t-shirt underneath*, and you're a shitty face.
*Moose simply nods his head in the direction behind Davin. He slowly turns around and sees Kayfabe in full on meltdown mode, crying and sobbing*
DM: Oh, Kayfabe...I'm sorry, I'm just...
*Kayfabe just glares*
DM: Oh, right.
*Davin puts his douchetastic sunglasses back on*
MHJ: Davin, I will take what you say under advisement.
DM: *batistalaughs* Moosehead Jack says that; but Davin Moreland doesn't trust Moosehead Jack means what he says. Davin Moreland feels like Davin Moreland is getting sunshine blown up Davin Moreland's ass.
MHJ: Trust me. I'll think about it.
DM: Fine. Oh hey! Look who it is!
*Angelo Barros comes walking down the hallway*
MHJ: Angelo Barros? What the fuck is he do...oh fuck...
*Davin Moreland hits a LIGHTNING FAST REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER and makes the cover. Angelo quick counts to 3.*
Your winner and NEW Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion...DAVIN MORELAND!
DM: Thank you Angelo. Davin Moreland is grateful. Say hi to your parents for Davin Moreland.
*Angelo nods and walks away. Davin starts to walk away down the hallway back from whence he came. Moonbeam is late to react and follows him; but is far to blazed to ask a question*
DM: *facing away from the camera* WOO! I'm the gnarliest double-champ EVER!
SFJ420: Wait...what?
DM: Davin Moreland thinks Moonbeam shouldn't worry about it. Does Moonbeam want a Chocolate Donut?
SFJ420: Moonbeam DOES!
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:04:19 GMT -5
Firewoman is wide awake, calm, cool, and collected, and taking advantage of an empty arena on a Sunday afternoon. She's practicing "Flippy Shit" (tm) off the ropes, while Lucky takes notes and does all that other stuff that he does.
Lucky: So when did the cowboy leave?
FW: He hasn't. Set him up with tickets for the show, eh?
Lucky: I figured that much already. What's his name?
FW:......
Lucky:.......
FW: Uh, I'll get back to you on that?
Lucky: I should have guessed. Oh, and you're over rotating on your moonsault there. You've got your heel about 1 and 3/8" out of alignment and --
FW: Ah, I knew there was something wrong, thanks.
She goes on practicing.
Lucky: So.......ribs are okay?
FW: Sore, but okay. Be fine by Wednesday.
Lucky: You know it's your turn, right?
FW: My turn?
Lucky: Yeah. They blew up your bike. You blew up their limo, set fire to the replacement bike, beat up Jonathan. They blasted you with a fire hose and busted up your ribs...
FW: What, are you working for WWE now?
Lucky: No, if I was doing that, there'd be a video package.
FW: Right. And yes, I know. Don't worry about it, it's handled. I have one of DEA's private eyes looking into something for me.
Lucky: You are dangerous with money.
FW: I'm dangerous without. I'm more efficient with.
Firewoman puncuates this with another flippy thing off a turnbuckle. The door to the room opens and in walks Tytan and Jonathan, with about three Ultimo, Inc. security guards, also hoping to take advantage of everyone else's hangovers.
Tyt: Fire.
FW: Tytan. Steele.
JS: Fire. How's the ribs.
FW: Five by five, Jonny-cakes.
JS: I'm surprised. You're here alone?
Lucky: What am I, chopped liver?
JS: Of course not, but you hardly seem like a decent body guard.
FW: No, he's doing a great job of keeping me from strangling you both and leaving you in a heap right now.
Tyt: No, he meant--
JS: I get it, even if Tytan here doesn't. Still, I would think your benefactors would have all sorts of security guards for your protection.
FW: Well, yes except for two things really.
JS: And those are?
FW: Well, first, I have had a couple of conversations with likely candidates to collect your bounty, and I appear to be still here, just like I told you. Maybe it's confusion over what exactly they're supposed to do for your bounty, or maybe, like I said, they think you should do your own dirty work.
JS: {clearly getting pissed off} And secondly?
FW: {Firewoman does a flip from the top rope onto the floor, right in front of Tytan and Steele, and their guards} Secondly, I'm not a pussy like you guys appear to be.
Tytan growls and goes to advance, but he's stopped by Steele's arm.
JS: Charming as always, Firewoman.
FW: Why, thanks, Chief. Now you can either hand me my bag over there or get the fuck out of my way.
JS: Never let it be said that I'm not a gentleman.
He reaches down and picks up her bag, and it's way heavier than it appears.
JS: Damn, what do you have in this?
FW: Car battery.
JS: You're a real comedian, ya know that.
Firewoman takes it from him, grabs a towel, and her water bottle and heads for the door, Lucky following behind. As she grabs the door knob, she drops her water bottle, spilling water everywhere.
Tyt: Klutz.
FW: Talentless musclehead.
And Firewoman slams the door behind them.
JS: Okay, get into the ring and let's work on--
Tyt: You know, no. That bitch just insulted me.
JS: Focus, Tytan.
Tyt: No, enough of this shit. She and her entire group of buddies run around here like they own the place. Enough is enough.
Tytan runs to the door and touches the handle. There is an instant frying sound, as Tytan's hand involuntarily grasps the door handle. Security guard #1 runs to pull him off, and gets a jolt himself. Security guard #2 is smarter and finds a broom handle to knock Tytan's hand off the door knob. Guard #3 and Steele rush over to check on them.
Guard3: Good they're both breathing. Gonna have hellacious burns on his hand, though.
JS: What the fuck was that?
The camera at that point switches perspective to outside the door, where Firewoman and Lucky are removing cables from the knob and placing a car battery back into her gym bag.
Lucky: Wow, you even told them what it was.
FW: I know. Why do people never believe me?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:04:54 GMT -5
*Hard cut to the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. OOWF World Champion Davin Moreland is wearing both belts now, as the gnarliest double-champ ever. Samantha is dutifully waiting for him, all 50's housewife style.*
SD: Welcome back, Dear.
DM: Hello Samantha Darling. Davin Moreland has returned.
SD: Yes he has. Hey, new belt?
DM: Davin Moreland sees Samantha Darling is paying attention. Davin Moreland is now the gnarliest double-champ EVER!
SD: Yes you are. How about we...uh...celebrate?
DM: Is Samantha Darling sure Samantha Darling is up to it?
SD: Oh yes. Strange things happen when the NinjaCams aren't on.
DM: Lead the way, Samantha Darling.
*They both head into Davin's suite. A logo appears at the bottom of the screen "32 minutes later". Suddenly Angelo Barros appears and goes into Davin's suite. He's only there for a few seconds; but he has a weird smile on his face. New logo on the screen says "17 minutes later". Davin and Samantha are looking suddenly unkempt, and Samantha comes out of the suite with the Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Belt slung over her shoulder*
Your Winner by PINFALL and NEW Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion...SAMANTHA DARLING!
DM: Well done, Samantha Darling.
SD: You're not upset you lost the belt?
DM: It was well worth it.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:06:46 GMT -5
<Time passes and we get the blank screen and porno music, the music builds to a crescendo then stops and we hear....
WINNER and NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION - DAVIN MORELAND
.......Davin emerges a few moments later and winks at the referee then leaves the locker room>
<Davin Moreland wanders down the hall of the Springfield Arena and Sportsman Complex with a strange smile on his face and the OOWF World Heavyweight Title around his waist and his newly won DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title over his shoulder. The Champ is stopped by a Sexy Female Journalist Earning Her Number>
SFJEHN: Davin, it appears that you have picked up some more hardware, why would you go after the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title when you have half the roster already coming after you for your World Title?
DM: <slowly removes his sunglasses and chuckles to himself> You see random mic stand, Davin Moreland is the epitome of professional wrestling perfection, and Davin Moreland is leading the premier, elite group in professional wrestling. If Davin Moreland wanted to, Davin Moreland could snatch up all the titles in the OOWF and defend them every single nigh, because, truth be told, there is not a wrestler in the OOWF that can hang with Davin Moreland. I took this title to prove a point, and that point is..............
SFJEHN: That point is..........
DM:.............
SFJEHN: Davin? That point is?
<Davin's eyes glaze over a little and he falls forward first to his knees, then face first to the floor. We see Moosehead Jack standing behind Moreland holding a bloody barbed wire baseball bat. The camera quickly pans down and we see blood trickling off the back of Moreland's head. Moose hooks Davin and rolls him over, covers and a referee appears.....
ONE.....TWO......THREE - NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION - MOOSEHEAD JACK!
The referee disappears and Moose gets to his feet and grabs the title and the barbed wire bat, looks down at Moreland then throws the title over his shoulder and walks away>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:10:40 GMT -5
Tytan is in the Infirmary getting his hand looked at. Jonathon Steele is there with him.
T: I can’t believe she got me with that.
Voice: I can’t believe you fell for it.
Tytan and Steele look up and Poe is standing in the doorway.
T: Hey…partner.
Poe: You gonna be good to go Wednesday?
T: Of course.
Tytan clenches his hand and the pain on his face is evident.
Poe: Seriously, what are you doing? If you’re trying to make a name for yourself, this petty vendetta against FireWoman is not the way to do it.
T: What do you care? I thought you had my back.
Poe: I did. Still do, but you have to start thinking things through more. That was what I was trying to teach you.
T: Guess it didn’t take…Teach. So where’s the object of your affections?
Poe snickers.
Poe: So you’re blaming whatever issues we have on a sixteen year old girl? Your maturity astounds me.
T: Dude, you know she’s your focus. Last time I checked you were supposed to be out to destroy Alexander Darling. Now you’re hamming it up at the beach.
Steele steps into Poe’s view between him and Tytan.
JS: You were leading Tytan to nowhere fast. He’s on the right track now.
Poe stands up straight in front of Steele, staring down at him in menacing fashion.
Poe: Watch your tone. I have half a mind to throw you through that wall like I did Bunny and would care even less about it than I did then, you cowardly piece of shit.
JS: Cowardly??
Poe: Yes, you heard me. Bounties never work; they only cause more problems for those who issue them. You just painted a bulls-eye on yourself.
JS: Bulls-eye for whom?
Poe: Me if you don’t get out of my face in five…four…three…two…
Steele backs off.
Poe: Partner…take care of yourself and I’ll see you Wednesday. We’ll remind everyone in this company what we were capable of. Then you can continue your vendetta against FireWoman and may the gods have mercy on your soul for what she’ll eventually do to you if it continues to escalate.
T: You siding with her now?
Poe: She’s Run DEA. Absolutely not. But I know a losing battle when I see one…and you have slaughter written all over you. Namesdeh.
Poe exits the room. Tytan is about to say something to Steele when we see Selena pop into the doorway.
SG: Nevermore…on! See what I did there? Nevermore…moron? HA!
Selena is then grabbed by the arm by Poe and pulled from the doorway.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:11:40 GMT -5
(Firewoman arrives at the nearby hospital too see the results of her latest adventure.)
Lucky: Now according to my friend that works there is will be in room 310. They wanted him to stay for the night so they see how his hand looks in the morning.
FW: Good. Now let me go see my handy work.
(She gets out of the car, still holding her ribs a bit. Still feeling the effects of the previous attack. Fire then makes her way into the hospital up to room 310. It's late 3rd shift is on so the attention to details of unnecessary people wandering the halls is down.)
(Firewoman then slowly opens the door. The room is dark and she can see someone sleeping in the conveniently private room. She slithers inside when all of a sudden.)
SMACK! (Fire gets smacked in the head with a metal bed pan.) (OOC***This we know is already pissing off Kayfabe since no one uses metal bed pans anymore. But for the sake of storyline and the fact that I couldn't think of anything else to use we are going with it.***
(Then things go black)
A few minutes later Firewoman wakes up groggily duct taped to a chair and Tytan and Steele standing in front of her.
Firewoman: What the fu--
Steele: Shhhh! The less you talk the better. First you better tell your little buddy Lucky to get some better friends.
Firewoman: (Spitting at Steele) Don't worry, he'll be here soon enough.
Tytan: Do you actually think we are in the same room we had that "friend" tell you.
Steele: It was too easy Nurses never get paid enough.
Firewoman: So now what Steel?
Tytan: It's time for a little pay back for this. (He waves his burnt hand in her face.)
Firewoman: Hurts don't it?
(Tytan cocks back to take a swing at her but Steele grabs his arm.)
Steele: Remember like I told you. It will hurt her that much more.
(Tytan smiles and heads over to the defibrillator.)
Firewoman: You wouldn't.
Steele: No. I want you too live. I also want you too hurt real bad.
(Tytan laughs as he tapes the defibrillator pads to the metal chair the Firewoman is taped to.)
Steele: I always wanted to see how effective this really is.
(Steele then walks over to the machine and sets the jewels on it.)
Steele: We will start out simple and then we will see how tough you really are.
Firewoman: You will get yours too.
(Tytan whispers in Firewoman's ear.)
Tytan: It will only hurt the first time or two.
Steele: Clear
(Tytan steps back has Steel hits the button sending the electric current through the chair and into Firewoman. She tries to hold back a scream of pain.)
Tytan: Impressive Steele, She is pretty tough. Let's up it.
Steele: Why not? Tytan care to do the honors.
Tytan: With pleasure.
(Tytan hits the charge and this time a little more juice goes and it is a little more pain.)
(Steele looks at Firewoman and smiles.)
Steele: What my sweet Firewoman, can't take a little bit of juice.
(Tytan walks over and then dumps a bottle of water on her.)
Tytan: How about a drink?
(The fun continues as we fade.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:12:17 GMT -5
*Only a few minutes pass*
Lucky: Thank god you guys...
The camera pans and we see Davin Moreland, Phantos, Lucios, and Alexander Darling walking down the hallway in full Run DEA style suits. Alexis is a few steps behind them with a large bag. As they get closer to Lucky, the jackets and sunglasses are removed and the 4 members look completely pissed off. They start tossing things to Lucky...
Alexander: Shut the fuck up Lucky.
Davin: Wait, not yet...what room are they in?
Lucky: 310.
Alexis starts passing out weapons to everyone; a piece of rebar for Davin, a sledgehammer for Alexander, a crowbar for Lucios, and a tire iron for Phantos.
Alexander: Lexie, watch our backs and take care of anyone who runs.
Alexis: Don't worry bout it brother dear.
Alexander, Davin, and Lucios start to make their way down the hallway when Phantos pushes Lucky up against a wall...
Phantos: You were supposed to protect her...how could you...
Lucios: Hey P-Dawg, worry about that later. Let's take care of this now. Looks like we've been noticed.
From around a corner turn two Ultimo, Inc. security guards. Davin and Alexander quickly kick both in the stomach and whip them towards Phantos and Lucios who slam the tire iron and crowbar into their skulls, respectively. With those two guards down, Run DEA turns the corner and they see four more guards in front of the door.
Davin: Seriously 4 guards.
Alexander: Just another example of people taking us lightly. Let's try to make this declaration a bit clearer.
Davin and Alexander let the first two guys pass by without acknowledging them as Phantos and Lucios start beating the living fuck out of the two guys. The other two security members of Ultimo Inc. look at one another as they remove their nightsticks. They slowly begin to walk towards Alex and Davin. They swing the nightsticks at the two members of Run DEA, but both move in unison and in perfect fluidity they slam the sledgehammer and rebar into the stomachs.
The view changes to the inside of the hospital room where Firewoman looks to be in serious pain, but she is still conscious.
Firewoman: Sounds like...it sounds like there's some trouble out there.
Steele: No trouble at all. Ultimo Inc. has the best security in the world.
Firewoman: You really are an idiot.
A very loud crash is heard from outside the room.
Tytan: Maybe you should check.
Steele: I assure you there is nothing...
All of a sudden a member of Ultimo Inc. crashes through the wall. And a second later another crashes through on the other side of the door.
Davin: Told you mine would go through first.
Alexander: Yea, but mine went through further. Look at the distance.
Davin: That wasn't the bet.
Steele: Tytan, what are you doing just standing there...get them.
Alexander: They really are right out of a bad action movie. You have the evil scientist and his brain-dead monster.
Davin: I guess you have to give them credit for fitting the stereotypes.
Firewoman: Not to interrupt the playful banter here guys, but I'd like to get out of here.
Suddenly Phantos and Lucios open the door like a normal person.
Lucios: Did you guys have to create your own doors when there was a working one here?
Davin: It's what we do.
Alexander motions toward Firewoman and Phantos and Lucios head on over to help untie her. Steele starts to slink away when Alexis Darling steps in front of him. She shakes her head and points to the chair and pushes Steele back into the chair. Tytan is in serious trouble, but for some reason he still decides to charge at Alexander and Davin. Both guys go to the midsection with the weapons. then both slam them upwards and Tytan goes flying backwards and crashes onto the bed. The blood starts flowing freely from his scalp. He staggers to his feet as Alexander motions to Davin who just shrugs his shoulders.
Alexander quickly scoops Tytan up onto his shoulders and places Tytan's hand across his throat. Davin moves behind Alexander and gets as much of a running start as he can...DARLING DRIVER DIAMOND CUTTER on the cement floor and Tytan is out.
Firewoman is being helped out of the room by Phantos & Lucios, but they stop in front of Steele.
Firewoman: If you keep trying to collect this bounty, someone's going to get hurt. Seriously hurt Steeleboy. Look around this room and seriously consider who it might be.
Lucky: Guys, the cops are on their way off the elevator.
Alexis: You heard him everyone, time to get out of here. We don't need any more incidents.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:13:36 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen is, as he has been so often, in the boiler room.)
SH: The Empty Way is all-encompassing. I will use my rage as a power source. I will not falter. I wi--
(Suddenly, the door opens. An SFJ enters the room.)
SFJ: Mr. Hansen, what are your thoughts on Firewoman's words tonight?
SH (broken from his trance): Uh... yeah. Thoughts. Right. I think that Firewoman is, despite the fact that she's in the giant ball of shit known as Run DEA, not a bad person. I have always respected members of whatever faction either myself or Drink and Destroy were fighting.
SFJ: Three Piece Set?
SH: Firechild. It's a shame that he hasn't come back, and even after the fact, I'm growing to respect Chris Cole. He's doing things with the Onslaught belt that no one has done in a while.
SFJ: The Heroes Guild?
SH: Aside from Firechild again, I did learn some respect for Nayr while he was there.
SFJ: How about Josh O'Neal?
SH: Don't say that fucking name again. I will tell you this only once.
SFJ: Right. So... the match?
SH: I will regain my Intercontinental Championship. I will laugh at the pain inflicted upon me and return it with a gleam in my eye. I WILL NOT FAIL!
SFJ: Strong words. Thank you for your time.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:14:20 GMT -5
Davin Moreland is LOUNGING~! in an unlikely place. A random chair outside of a door that says “Firewoman’s LockerRoom, sponsored by General Nutrition Centers. He is leaning back on his chair, the exact ways they told you not to in school, chewing on a tooth pick, reading OOWF Inzider. Upon closer inspection, the chair is actually wedged underneath the door knob, preventing it from being opened at all. Occasionally the sound of a foot kicking the door can be heard, and finally a voice saying “Davin, let me the fuck out, NOW.” can be heard.
Lucky is pacing the hallway, talking on the cell phone, as Moonbeam comes up to find out what is going on.
Lucky: No sir, I’m sorry, she missed Armageddon because she was, uh, busy. …… Oh, you saw that………Well, sir, she’s in her locker room………………….um, resting comfortably?………………………Well, okay, no not really, but everyone thought it might be safer for everyone involved if she were sequestered until she calmed down……………………..Um, no, not yet………………………….Yes, I’ll be sure to tell Mr. Darling that you appreciated his efforts…………..I’ll tell Mr. Moreland as well…………….Sorry about the match, sir.
Moonbeam: So, what is, like, going on here?
Davin: Hey, Moonbeam. Davin Moreland will tell you what’s going on here. We have sequestered Firewoman after her most recent experience with Ultimo, Inc., for the safety of both Ultimo, Inc., and the rest of the OOWF locker room.
Moonbeam: Dude, why would you do that?
Davin: Because Davin Moreland is a philanthropist. Davin Moreland is all about protecting his fellow man from the forces of nature. And last but not least, Davin Moreland doesn’t want to pay out any more fines or legal fees than he has to.
FW: {Muffled by the door} Davin Moreland is a douchebag! Davin Moreland is a DEAD MAN if he doesn't move away from that door!!
Moonbeam: So she’s just locked in there by herself?
Davin: Don’t be silly. Captain Phantos is there. Captain Phantos is a brave man. Phantos is a voice of reason, Phantos is –
Moonbeam: Okay, enough. You know, like this might be seen as a way for RunDEA to keep Firewoman out of sight because of this whole bounty nonsense.
Davin: What bounty? Team Ultimo has no idea what a bounty is. Are they trying to collect their own bounty with this? Davin Moreland is not an idiot, but can’t figure out what anyone has to actually DO for said bounty. Besides, Firewoman is tough. Firewoman is formidable. Firewoman is not going to go down without a fight and taking everyone with her. Davin Moreland feels very sorry for Spin this week.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:15:05 GMT -5
*Things have quieted down a bit in the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Davin is still reading OOWF Inzider, but is clearly getting disgusted with it.*
DM: This Inzider Guy just makes random shit up. The Inzider is a moron. The Inzider is a poor journalist. Davin Moreland would like 5 minutes in the box with Inzider and get Inzider to listen to reason.
*Alexander Darling walks into the room. Oddly, he's carrying an adding machine and wearing a visor, doing his best "1950s Accountant" imitation.*
AD: Jesus Christ, D. Aren't you tired of doing that yet?
DM: Is Davin Moreland tired of doing what Alexander Darling? Davin Moreland is a brilliant man, but Alexander Darling is confusing Davin Moreland right now.
AD: Yeah. That. Hey, listen, you know about the fines and damages and stuff, and how they're adding up, right?
DM: Davin Moreland is aware of most thi...
AD: ARE YOU OR NOT?!?
DM: Yes.
AD: Well, I decided to look back and see just how much the cost actually was.
DM: Alexis Darling allowed Alexander Darling to look at the books? Davin Moreland doesn't think that's possible. Davin Moreland thinks Alexander Darling is doing this without Alexis Darling's permission.
AD: Permission? I don't need any fucking permission.
DM: *batistalaughs* Oh, poor misguided Alexander Darling. Alexis Darling will cut Alexander Darling off for this one.
AD: Are you done?
DM: Davin Moreland has concluded. Davin Moreland feels that *batistalaughs* in the interest of time; Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling should move this along. Besides, it's been quiet in there a while now; Davin Moreland doesn't imagine Firewoman will be sleeping long. Firewoman is like a caged lion.
AD: Uh-huh.
DM: What did Alexander Darling come up with?
*Alexander pulls up the tape from the adding machine*
AD: Well, if you include damages, fines, using the jet without permission...it's quite a substantial figure.
DM: How substantial could it be? Davin Moreland cut a million-dollar check for Firewoman a few months ago.
AD: That was you?
DM: Um, no. Davin Moreland meant SOMEONE cut a million-dollar check for Firewoman a few months ago.
AD: Kayfabe's gonna kill you.
DM: Kayfabe's a drunk. How much is it?
AD: $748,632.96
DM: Um...wow.
AD: Yeah.
*silence for a moment, while the two seem to think*
AD: You know...
DM: Davin Moreland was thinking that.
AD: Plus a little extra for a nice night out or something.
DM: The Darlings and Davin Moreland haven't done that for a while.
AD: So?
*Davin stands up and takes the chair out of the doorknob. He opens the door and sees Firewoman and Phantos taking a nap. Aww. Phantos quickly wakes up, and Davin whispers to him*
DM: Bounce, P-Dawg. P-Dawg's not gonna want to be a witness to this.
P: To what?
DM: To go fuck yourself. Now get out.
P: Aww man...
*Phantos leaves*
DM: Firewoman, wake up please.
FW: *clearly displeased* Did you really just wake me up from a nap? Are you high? Where the fuck is Phantos? Why the fuck are you in my Locker Room?
DM: Firewoman, Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland have a few things to discuss.
AD: We do Fire.
FW: *still CLEARLY unhappy* What.
AD: Fire, I've gone over everything that has to do with you...your fines, suspensions, damages, sending the jet without permission...
FW: How petty.
DM: Petty is not what Davin Moreland sees here; it's substantial.
FW: So? So what? I'll pay it back...whatever.
AD: Yes Fire, you will pay it back. Aren't you even the least bit concerned about how much the total is?
FW: Not really.
DM: It's a shade under $750,000
FW: No it's not.
AD: Actually, it is.
FW: It is?
DM: Yes.
FW: Wow.
DM: Wow indeed, Firewoman. That's a substantial amount of money that, quite frankly, Firewoman's salary can't cover.
FW: Well, not all at once....
DM: Thankfully, Firewoman, Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling have figured out a way to erase that debt completely.
FW: How?
AD: Come on out to the main foyer, and we'll show you.
*All three come out into the common area, and it looks just like it normally does.*
FW: Ok, I don't get it. There's nothing here.
DM: The answer is here.
AD: It is. In fact you're looking right at it.
*Firewoman looks just dumbfounded*
FW: Help me out here, Ale....
*Firewoman's eyes go wide as she realizes what's going on.*
FW: You son of a bitch.
DM: Davin Moreland is truly sorry, Firewoman.
*With that, Davin kicks Fire HARD in the stomach, forcing her to double over. Darling easily gets Fire onto his shoulders. Dear God no...It's a DARLING DRIVER DIAMOND CUTTER THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! Fire is done for.*
AD: Get her. Let's go.
DM: That motherfucker better keep his word.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:16:08 GMT -5
(Steele catches the latest of the OOWF and sees the latest from RUN DEA and laughs to Tytan.)
Steele: Well you see Tytan. Firewoman's games are finally starting to get the better of her. It seems that her own boys put her through a glass table to collect the bounty on her.
Tytan: Steele, that brain of yours amazes me time and time again.
Steele: I didn't think it would be this quick before they realized how much money she was costing them.
Tytan: So now what? What do we do when they get here?
Steele: Simple. Pay the men. Then we figure out what we are going to do with her. They do realize that they need to leave the body here before they get full payment. I have no problem paying them but they need to make sure she is left with me.
(Steele laughs as the camera fades.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:19:01 GMT -5
*OOWF Arena*
It's time for a backstage interview and tonight's guest is the beautiful and talented Alexis Darling. Standing in the back with her is Run DEA interviewer Shawn Johnson...
Shawn: Excuse me voiceover moron, it's Olympic Gold Medalist, Shawn Johnson.
...excuse me, Olympic Gold Medalist, Shawn Johnson. So why don't we head back to the bitch...I mean, Olympic Gold...
Oh shut the fuck up monkey boy. Anyways, as the incompetent one in the back was trying to say I've been lucky to grab a few moments with Alexis Darling before her match this week. So let's welcome Ms. Darling to OOWF television.
Alexis: Look at you acting all tough to the guys in the back.
OGMSJ: Thanks, I guess. I just figured Run DEA has a reputation to uphold and I need to do my part to make sure it stays that way.
Alexis: That's very good Shawn. We do have a reputation around here, don't we?
OGMSJ: Speaking of that reputation, is there anything you'd like to say about the recent actions of your fellow Run DEA members?
Alexis: Shawn baby, there really isn't much to say. We take care of our own.
OGMSJ: Is that what you would say Alexander and Davin have done with Firewoman?
Alexis: Here's the thing Shawny...Run DEA is an elite group. We need to be on the same page and running on all cylinders all the time. Sometimes one of us may lose our focus or forget our priorities. The rest of us are there to make sure it doesn't last too long. That's all Alex and Davin are doing. They're insuring that Fire doesn't forget things like that.
OGMSJ: So, you think she'll be okay with this when all is said and done?
Alexis: I'll never presume to know what that woman is thinking. But then it's not my job too. At the end of the day, Firewoman will be Run DEA...that means something.
OGMSJ: Okay then...moving on. At this week's Mayhem you get to face Solly Ya Bastard in single's competition. Any thoughts?
Alexis: As I'm sure everyone is aware, recently I was able to secure a Trios Championship match for myself and Run DEA. The last two weeks I've spent sitting ringside while IHOP defended those belts and I was able to pick up some things. This week is just another step in my process.
OGMSJ: Why the focus on the Chimpanzee...
Alexis: Stop it right fucking there Shawn. Those fucking buffoons in Denny's or Perkin's or whatever restaurant they are can call the titles whatever the fuck they want. But us here, us in Run DEA...we fucking know better. Those belts have meaning and they deserve to be treated like they mean something.
OGMSJ: Does this go back to when you lost those belts?
Alexis: Of course some of it goes back to that. I don't like losing. I doubt anyone does. I mean, if I were to ask you how Nastia is...
OGMSJ: Stupid bitch.
Alexis: Exactly. We all want to win Shawn, but not only do we want to win in Run DEA...we fucking expect to. I've made it a goal of mine to make sure that this championship comes back to where it belong.
OGMSJ: So why go after SYB first?
Alexis: That's easy Shawn. Everyone knows Skurge is probably the best wrestler in the group and Fezzik is the strongest, but it's Solly that's the glue that holds them together.
OGMSJ: Actually Alexis, Fezzik isn't on the team, The Amnesiac is the third member.
Alexis: Who?
OGMSJ: No, not Who. The Amnesiac. He's well...I don't really know who he is, but that's who it is.
Alexis: Really? Eh, it doesn't truly matter who he is. SYB needs to learn a lesson anyway. He's liked to stick his huge nose into other people's business so it's time I stick my perfect nose into his.
OGMSJ: Any response to his comments?
Alexis: Nope...because no matter what he said it's quite obvious that they come from a little boy trying to act tough in front of his friends. The fact is that if I ever saw SYB alone, he'd fucking wet himself before he runs back to that whore he runs with in The Waffle House and cry on her shoulder.
OGMSJ: Wow...anything else you want to say?
Alexis: SYB, Wednesday is just the start of your nightmares. Pretty soon the only thing you're going to be able to think of will be Run DEA and trying to stop us. Guess what...you fucking can't. In less than 48 hours, I'm not going to be whispering sweet nothings in your ear...I'm going to be screaming
BOOYAH, Bitch!
OGMSJ: And that's Run DEA...we're fucking out.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:19:31 GMT -5
*Hard Cut to the Ultimo Inc. locker room, where Jonathan Steele and Tytan are discussing; oh, it doesn't matter what they're discussing, it's probably stupid anyway. Ok, whatever, there's a knock at the door*
JS: Enter.
*Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling appear at the door, with Firewoman slung over Davin's shoulder*
AD: We understand there's a $750,000 bounty for Firewoman?
JS: *snickers* Well yes, yes there is. Had enough have you?
DM: Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling aren't here to talk. Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling are here to transact business. Are Jonathan Steele and Drago here to transact business or should Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling go elsewhere?
JS: No, no. Tytan, go get the briefcase, will you?
*Tytan eyes Steele warily, shakes his head and goes to the other room. Davin lays an apparently unconscious Firewoman out on the floor.*
DM: What does Jonathan Steele intend to do with Firewoman?
JS: That's really none of your concern, is it?
DM: Firewoman is a friend of Davin Moreland's.
JS: Some friend.
AD: Don't judge jackass. What's taking WrestleBot so long anyway?
JS: TYTAN? CAN YOU FIND IT?
T: *from the other room* Be right out!
JS: Just so you know, I don't have any problem with Run DEA myself. I just think Tytan hung out with Poe too much there.
*Alexander stiffens when he hears the name of Poe mentioned*
DM: Davin Moreland is an honest man. Davin Moreland likes to cut through the bull. Davin Moreland thinks Jonathan Steele is full of shit. Davin Moreland doesn't care what Jonathan Steele thinks of Run DEA. However, kissing the collective asses of Run DEA isn't going to get Jonathan Steele a job when Drago eventually dumps Jonathan Steele for giving Drago terrible business advice.
*Tytan re-enters the room with the big, metal briefcase*
T: Here ya go Jonathan.
JS: Geez, took you long enough. Anyway, here.
*Alexander takes the brief case and pops it open. He checks through it pretty thoroughly before nodding to Davin*
AD: Looks about right.
DM: Davin Moreland appreciates the donation. However, Davin Moreland feels that Davin Moreland has to talk about one more thing before Davin Moreland goes.
*As Soon as Davin hits that last line; Firewoman miraculously kips up*
FW: *removes her clearly dummy bandages* You really are as dumb as you look Steele.
*All three members of Run DEA advance on the two. I think Jonathan Steele just peed himself.*
T: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
AD: Why not?
T: *yelling really loud* NOW BOYS!
*With that, the door is kicked in, and in steps Stank, OBJ and Spin Hansen, all carrying baseball bats*
DM: Aw fuck.
*Davin glances at Darling, and the two LAUNCH themselves at Stank and OBJ. Firewoman goes right after Tytan and all three start firing away with punches. However, Spin Hansen is free and not presently doing anything, so he quickly catches both Davin and Darling with baseball bat shots to the head. It was a glancing blow to Darling; but Hansen nearly caves in Davin's skull, and he is all done. Stank throws Davin off of him, and starts kicking away at the Champ. OBJ and Spin almost immediately join in. Darling pulls Steele and Tytan off of Firewoman, and manages to pull her to safety. They start to leave and grab the briefcase to make their escape. Steele dives for the briefcase and Tytan rambles over with a baseball bat that was on the floor. Darling and Firewoman are in a no win situation; and while they look on at Davin getting the ever living shit beat out of him - it's senseless to get involved. They powder out.*
*Thus begins a thorough 5-on-1 beatdown on an unconscious Davin. Stank's obviously leading the charge, choosing a baseball bat. Spin is swinging for the fences too, and everyone else is stomping away. It looks bad for the Champ, but miraculously, he regains consciousness and starts trying to fight back. He actually manages to get Steele with a punch that knocks him out; but everyone else overwhelms him with numbers and continues the beating.*
*There is a knock at the door of the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Alexis Darling is apparently closest and answers the door. She opens it and sees a seriously bloodied Davin Moreland out cold, with a note pinned to his chest. It reads:*
This is just the start. We won't rest until you're all gone. Who's Next?
LD: Ah...fuck...not good...
*Alexis whips out her Sprint PCS Phone and calls 911*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:21:23 GMT -5
<Stank and Spin Hansen are roaming the hallways having just participated in the beatdown of Run DEA. They halt as they hear running footsteps coming their way. Alexander Darling rounds the corner ahead of them and stops short as he spies Stank and Spin blocking his path. He frantically looks to the left and right trying to find an escape. He turns to go back the way he came and is nearly decapitated, spinning end over end, from a VISCIOUS clothesline by DH Magnusson! The briefcase Alex had been holding flies out of his hand and lands at Stank's feet. Outback Jack walks up behind DH who stands over Alexander's prone form.>
Stank - Firewoman?
OBJ - The sheila got away. She's fast.
<Stank walks over to Alex, who writhes on the floor, flips Darling over, and knocks him out, with a thunderous punch to the jaw, like mama told him too. Stank briefly entertains the idea of further violence, but refrains. He looks down at Alexander's unconscious form, while Mags strolls over and picks up the briefcase.>
Stank - I'd call your betraying me and mine at Hell on Earth a mistake... If I thought for a second, a sick part of you didn't want this. You haven't even begun to make up for what you did... no matter what happens today... not by a long shot. I only wish your sisters were here with you. They'll get theirs, soon enough.
<Stank scoops up the brother Darling's body. He nods to the rest of D&D and they part ways, Mags making sure to drop the briefcase off by the Ultimo Inc suites. Stank walks the opposite direction, carrying Alex. He runs into Moosehead Jack, who hops down off of a stack of pallets.>
MHJ - Whatcha got there?
Stank - You know damn well.
<Moosehead Jack grins, evil thoughts brewing in his twisted mind. Stank pauses and stares at Jack.>
Stank - You want to play?
MHJ - Oh Hell yes.
Stank - Sorry, this one is used up. But you'll get your chance with him, should Alex survive.
<Moose looks a little disappointed, as Stank continues on his way. Stank enters another hallway, and Moose follows keeping his distance, his curiosity getting the best of him. He watches Stank stop in front of a door, placing Alex's body in front of it. He sees Stank squat down and whisper something in Alex's ear. Stank then knocks hard on the door, and walks back toward Moose. Moose looks behind Stank and watches as the door opens. A large shadow falls over Alex, blocking the light from inside the door.>
Poe - Well, Well... what have we here?
<Moose watches Poe drag Alex's body inside. Stank catches up to him.>
Moose - You should have given him to me.
Stank - I'm sure Poe will let you have a piece.
<Moose relishes the thought.>
Stank - You probably shouldn't be talking to me. I wouldn't want to get any "Face" on you. The fans might accidentally cheer when your theme music plays.
MHJ - Yeah, right.
Stank - Join me for a beer? I mean as a totally neutral party to this "imaginary" and unnecessary war, which I need to validate my existence in the OOWF, cause God knows I was nothing before Run DEA was around to give me purpose in life. The fact that Davin Moreland is a prick who tried to end my career and then led the charge to the biggest betrayal I have experienced yet in this fine company, has absolutely fuck all to do with why I fight.
MHJ - Uh... sure.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:21:55 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexis have made it back to RunDEA suites.
Phantos: What the heck is going on?
FW: Heck? Watch your language, captain.
Lucios: Seriously, the place is trashed.
FW: Dammit, Lexie, I told them this wouldn't work.
There is a knock on the door. Everyone tenses. Lucios goes to open it, and Spin Hanson is there.
SH: I need to talk with Firewoman.
FW: What is it, we're kind of busy.
SH: Yes I know, but after the week you've had, I'd kinda like to beat you because I'm better, not because you've been beaten, electrocuted, tied up--
Phantos: Hello.....?
FW: Fine. What.
SH: Thought you might want to know where your other partner is.
FW: Uh huh. What does that get me? Or more importantly, get you?
SH: It gets you information to help, so you can focus on ME, and I can beat you fair and square.
FW: Fine. Spill it.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:23:18 GMT -5
There’s no telling how long it’s been since Poe dragged Alexander Darling’s lifeless body into his locker room.
Alexander Darling begins to stir and wake up. He opens his eyes and as they come into focus, he realizes he’s not alone. He looks up and sees Selena straddling his stomach and realizes she’s painting on his chest. Darling immediately rolls, knocking Selena off him with a squeal and a line of paint trailing off his stomach. Once on his feet Darling realizes his hands are tied. As soon as he notices that, there’s a hand around his throat and he is shoved up against the wall hard enough to crack the drywall.
Poe: Hello…Boy.
Darling tries to talk but can not due to the pressure on his throat.
Poe: Cat got that silver tongue of yours? Maybe I should cut it out. Selena, my shears.
Darling squirms trying to free himself but can not. Poe laughs evilly.
Poe: relax Boy. I’m not gonna cut out your tongue.
SG: Aw!
Poe: I can smell the fear on you. You knew one day I’d have you at my mercy. You knew that one day you would have to pay for your sins, Boy. Today is that day. Your beloved Run DEA friends are not here to save you.
Just then there’s a knock on the door. Poe nods to Selena to answer it. Selena opens it and then hops back with a yelp. She immediately hides behind Poe. Poe keeps his grip around Darling’s throat and turns and sees FireWoman at the door.
Poe: I figured you’d come calling at my chamber door.
FW: Let him go.
Poe: Just like that?
FW: I don’t need to threaten you. We both know how this works.
Poe: Yes I suppose we do. I get in one good shot. Like this.
Poe punches Darling hard in the gut with his free hand. FireWoman initially takes a step towards them but stays put.
Poe: And then you’d get involved and a two on one is never good odds.
FW: No friends of your own to watch your back?
Poe grins.
Poe: Maybe. Itching to find out?
FW: We had a deal Poe. I leave you alone, you leave me alone. This goes back to Japan. Why do you wanna mess this up now? Especially considering you know what I’m capable of.
FireWoman casts a quick glance at Selena who is just visible behind Poe and Selena quickly hides again.
Poe: Costing me the Tag Team Titles is hardly leaving me alone now is it?
Darling is starting to gasp for air.
FW: That was business. This is personal now let him go!
Poe: Aw, does L…Fire have feelings for the Boy?
Poe gets nose to nose with Darling to accentuate.
FW: God dammit Poe just let him go. I doubt this is what you had in mind for your revenge.
Poe looks at FireWoman and back at Darling several times. Darling’s face has turned bright purple. Finally Poe tosses Darling to the ground at FireWoman’s feet. FireWoman kneels to check on him. Once he’s on the ground we can see that Selena has painted ‘LOSER’ and a smiley face on his chest.
Poe: Get this garbage out of my locker room.
FireWoman says nothing as she drags Darling out of the locker room. Poe slams the door shut and we can hear Selena yell ‘Nevermore’ from inside. FireWoman smacks Darling on the cheek to wake him up, which works. Once awake, Darling turns his head and we see that Selena has drawn a penis on the side of his face. FireWoman covers her mouth to stop from laughing as we fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Dec 25, 2008 22:24:21 GMT -5
*OBJ walks into the Destroyitarium and joins LD Williams at a table*
OBJ: What?
LD: What do you mean "what?"
OBJ: That look on your face. I can tell something's bothering you.
LD: Now you sound like Momma.
OBJ: I know, it's because you didn't get to beat anyone up today!
LD: I suppose so. I got stuck watching the "division killers" sit around drinking bottled water while you guys had all the fun.
OBJ: Patience, mate. While they were sitting around the interest on their account was adding up.
LD: Sounds like the time to collect their debt is coming soon.
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