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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 26, 2009 18:48:06 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Springfield, Illinois
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Davin Moreland vs. Poe
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Fear Us vs. Tyson Kincaid & Tytan
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Seamus McNasty vs. DH Magnusson
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] IHOP vs. The Heroes Guild
Special Challenge Match[/u] Spin Hansen vs. Josh O’Neal
Moosehead Jack vs. Stank Alexander Darling vs. Eric O’Mac Phantos & Lucios vs. Matte & Damon Wrath Chris Cole vs. FF Capslock Bryce Larson & Davin Moreland vs. TBA Chris Evans & The Dead vs. TBA
Card subject to Billy goat curses and governor impeachment
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:26:49 GMT -5
At the Springfield Memorial Hospital, Lucky is pacing in a hallway. Alexis Darling comes running up.
LD: Where is she?
L: Down there [He points down the hall]
LD: What do you know?
L: Nothing yet. They said a lot of things like 'chest tubes' and 'pneumothorax.' They wouldn't tell me anything, because I'm not technically family, but she doesn't have any family and...
LD: It's okay, Lucky. I have power-of-attorney so I can stand in.
A doctor comes in from the direction of the OR, and walks up to Lucky.
Dr: Are you her family?
LD: Close enough [She hands him a paper. He hands it back to her.]
Dr: Okay. She has three broken ribs, but one of them punctured her right lung and collapsed it. She has a chest tube in now, and will need to be sedated for a few days. She'll be on oxygen too, but it's not a ventilator, it's just a precaution. If she has any... well, actual family members, it might not be a bad idea to call them, anyway.
LD: Okay, can we go in?
Dr: Sure the orderly here will show you to her room.
They walk in to see Firewoman laying with an IV, chest tube, and oxygen.
LD: Did you call--
L: He was already on his way. They had it on backstage at the Rumble, so he saw.
LD: Okay...I brought...well, I didn't know how bad it was so I brought this stuff.
Alexis pulls the Intercontentinental Championship belt out of a bag and lays it across Firewoman's legs. She also pulls out the small Ghede necklace, and finally an old beat up stuffed animal.
L: What is that, a deer?
LD: I dunno. I saw it sitting on her table. Just thought I'd grab it.
Scene fades to the sound of beeping monitors.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:27:08 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is CARRYING~! a couple of small bags while still dressed in his wrestling gear. Samantha Darling organizes a couple of things in the suite and she shortly joins him. We also now see Lucios with a bag slung over his shoulder, he, also, is still in his gear. We see Phantos at the doorway, but it appears he's not going anywhere*
SD: Ready?
L: Yes ma'am.
DM: C'mon Phantos.
P: Umm...I don't know if I can go with y'all.
L: Why not?
DM: Firewoman.
*Phantos just sheepishly nods*
SD: Listen, it's ok. I mean, we can wait if...
DM: No. Samantha Darling has waited long enough for this trip, and Davin Moreland isn't going to make Samantha Darling wait any longer. Davin Moreland is sorry Firewoman is in the hospital, and under any other circumstances Davin Moreland would be right there, but...
P: Would it be ok if I stay behind?
L: Phantos, we talked about th -
DM: Yeah, P-Dawg. It's cool. Davin Moreland understands.
P: Thanks D.
SD: Text us and keep us posted.
*Lucios and Phantos share a quick awkward manhug, and Samantha, Davin and Lucios all head out the door*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:27:30 GMT -5
Seamus steps out of the shower and begins to towel himself off when SFJ#45 steps into the locker room for an interview
SFJ#45: “Seamus I’d like to see you…” Seamus: “Another step or two and you’ll see all of me” SFJ: “What do you think about what happened to Firewoman?” Seamus: “I think I need to get to the hospital and see how see is and you’re delaying me.” SFJ: “What if DH is there?” Seamus: “Then they better have another ready for him” SFJ: “You won tonight, next week you have him one on one, anything you want to say?” Seamus: “Yeah, yeah there is…Evans good stuff tonight, not bad for a rookie. I’d expect it out of someone who spent time with Fit…as for Dorothy Hamill, you’re not so tough face to face, oh and speaking of face how does yours feel….DH one time awhile back I would drink with you, I would fight beside you…too bad you have no honor…you want to fight, I’m not a hard man to find…but be a man step up instead of that cheap shot shit…”
Fade to black
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:27:50 GMT -5
Evans is seen walking around the back, blood still dripping from his forehead.
Evans *breathing hard*: There ya go Seamus. Do you trust me now? Even after I acted as the sacrificial lamb and you beat me just as we planned, I just took it further by taking a bullet for you. Although, you could’ve taken it a little bit easier on that Celtic Cross. I wasn’t gonna kick out of it.
But anyway *batistalaugh* it looks like I’m in this one for the long run. Right now, even though he may be close with Firewoman, that doesn’t even matter to me anymore. He’s had a taste of my blood, and now, I’ve kinda gained a hunger for his.
Before he can finish his promo, he sees Seamus running down the hall.
E: Hey Seamus, whats going on?
S: Lad, its Fire. She took a pretty severe beating and she’s now in the hospital.
E: Holy shit, you serious? Well, I’m going with you.
S: Why do you wanna see her? Didn’t she just give you a Spinebuster through the catering table a few hours ago?
E: Yeah, but I pretty much had that one coming after calling her a “little girl.”
S: You called Firewoman a "little girl?" Kid, you got a death wish or something?
E: Nah, it just came out. I meant nothing by it. Anyway, lets get going. Besides, you may want some backup, you know, since D.H. is pretty much guaranteed to be there.
S: Lad, you’re in no shape to fight anyone right now.
E: I know that,, its just that…I just wanna pay my respects to her, that’s all. And if anything goes down, well then *picks up a small lead pipe* I'm ready for him.
S: Alright kid, I guess there's no stopping you. Lets go.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:28:12 GMT -5
Poe is in the infirmary getting his ankle looked over. Selena is by his side watching intently as the doctor examines and moves Poe’s ankle around. Kai and Aina are standing near the door.
SG: That’s a pretty shade of purple.
Poe: Not on this end.
Kai and Aina suddenly move into the doorframe, blocking someone from entering. Poe sees this.
Poe: Who is it?
Voice: Boys, is this really necessary?
SG: Uncle Moose!
MHJ: Is this anyway to treat an old friend?
Moosehead Jack eyes Kai and Aina with a disturbing smile. They just eye him back as he walks past them.
MHJ: So how is it? Your ankle took some nasty shot out there from Davin.
Poe: I’ll be ready to go Wednesday. Pain is just a state of mind.
MHJ: I’d hope you’d be. You haven’t seen the match list have you?
Poe: Let me guess. Me and Stank?
MHJ: Nope.
Poe: That other guy?
MHJ: Nope.
Poe: Some random tag-team pairing?
MHJ: Wrong again.
SG: Oh, for Pete’s sake just tell us.
MHJ: You and Davin Moreland; one on one, for the World Title.
Selena hops up and down clapping. Poe just sits there letting it sink in. He then notices the ninja cameraman.
Poe: Davin Moreland, I’m sure you’re watching this or will at some point. Take time to revel in your so-called victory. Make sweet love to Samantha. For you will rue the date of January 28th, year 2009 of your lord and savior Jesus Christ. You see, I told myself if we ever met in the ring again one on one, I would act professionally…well last week, you made this personal. So please, I beg you, talk all you want about how you’re gonna break my ankle. Because you know what? I’m gonna break. Your. Fucking. Neck. Do you feel the rue? Namaste.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:28:32 GMT -5
(Tytan is in the Ultimo Inc. locker room. Biggs has just given word to Tytan that he is tagging with Kincaid for a tag-title shot at Mayhem.)
Tytan: What in the hell are they thinking? Kincaid? He was working with Firewoman at the end of that match how in the hell am I suppose to trust him?
Biggs: It's a shot for the titles. You need to find a way to work with him. Right now this deal with Firewoman...who knows what's going on with her title.
Tytan: True.
Biggs: Besides when you look at it Tyson and you were the ones that did the damage to Fire...even though you didn't mean to do it.
Tytan: (Thinking) You know maybe there is a chance the two of us can work together.
Biggs: You know and as far as Fire is concerned. I did some research and the recovery time for broken ribs is anywhere from 4 to 9 weeks. So that title maybe be going away real soon.
Tytan: You may be right. Maybe we will have to consider Ultimo Inc. helping in her recovery time.
Biggs: We do have ways to help her....
Tytan: But until then maybe it's time to make this tag-team work.
Biggs: Now I need to take care of some business.
(walks away and pulls out his cell phone.)
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:28:55 GMT -5
We catch up with 2/3rds of IHOP in the palatial IHOP locker room, as Skurge and The Amnesiac drink a few beers. The rest of IHOP is nowhere to be seen.
S: Hey, you definitely looked good oot there tonight.
AMN: Where's Solly?
S: We had a match tonight... where else would he be?
AMN & S: The emergency room.
S: Yeah, as usual, Solly took the brunt of the damage tonight.
AMN: Yeah, but you guys gave Ferris a run for their money. You looked pretty good out there too.
S: Oot. And we'll get 'em next time. We've just gotta start getting ready for our next title defense this Wednesday.
AMN: Yeah, aboot- er ABOUT that. I made a few quick calls tonight, and I've setup a surprise for us this week.
Skurge raises an eyebrow.
S: Oh? What's the surprise?
AMN: Well, if I told you, dickweed, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?
At this, SYB comes into the locker room, followed by a somewhat concerned Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, and a somewhat-less-concerned Fezzik and Monkh. Solly is smiling widely, but wears tape around his torso.
S: What are grinning aboot, fucko?
SYB: Well, surprisingly, I don't have a concussion this time around...
S: Damn! You were just 2 concussions away from getting a free toaster.
SYB: I know! I thought about bashing my head against the wall before I went in for X-rays, y'know, for the free shit. But I did wind up with a few cracked ribs.
AMN: Hey, congrats! Get yourself rested tonight... tomorrow, we train for the Heroes Guild!
Skurge and The Amnesiac clink their beers together.
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:29:22 GMT -5
[The Dead is cruising down the streets of Springfield in a sweet ride he picked up during his "leave of absence". His DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title is resting in the passenger seat.] [He pulls into the parking lot for Springfield Memorial Hospital and eases the car into a spot. The Dead sees Seamus McNasty rushing into the hospital and, a few steps behind, Chris Evans. The Dead gets out of his car and manages to catch up to Evans before he disappears inside.] Evans: You mind moving? Dead: Calm down there, hotshot... Evans: Look, I've got places to be, so if you'd kindly move the hell out of the way... Dead: No problem, kid. I just wanted to let you know that you've been given a great honor this week in being able to tag with me. You just do your job on Wednesday and I'll sure as hell do mine. After I get the pin, you can beat it out of the ring and we'll go our separate ways. Evans: What makes you think...? Dead: Don't you have someone to catch up to? [Chris Evans flashes a look of disdain towards The Dead, but quickly turns and heads into the hospital. The Dead casually walks in a moment later. The front desk is a flurry of activity, and no one seems to be paying any attention, so Dead quickly glances behind the desk and finds out which room Firewoman is in. Dead turns and heads down the hallway just as a nurse calls out to him.] Nurse: Sir, do you need any help? Dead: No thanks, I've got what I need... [The Dead decides to forego the elevator and takes the stairs to the appropriate floor. Down the hall, he can see Lucky and Alexis Darling in a heated conversation with a doctor outside of Fire's room. The Dead heads to the desk area of that floor where one extremely tired nurse is dealing with a sobbing family. Dead takes this opportunity to grab the microphone for the intercom system.] Dead: [ over the PA] Several groups of large men are converging on this floor. Will all available hospital staff and security ready themselves. Due to this, visitation rights will be suspended for now. [The doctor in front of Fire's room immediately starts to rush Alexis and Lucky away from the room. In the commotion, The Dead slips into Fire's room and shuts the door behind him.] Dead: Not looking so hot right now, are you? [Firewoman is completely out of it. Her championship belt lays across her legs. The Dead glances at it for a moment before taking a seat next to the bed. He glances around the room at all the equipment.] Dead: Not good kid, not good at all... [Instead of saying anything else, The Dead just sits next to the bed as the machines beep and whir in their haunting sort of way. Minutes fly by without any words being spoken. Eventually The Dead stands up and heads toward the door, but before he gets there, he turns and takes one last look back at Fire.] Dead: Better come back strong... [His voice trails off as he opens the door. Down the hall he sees Alexis, Lucky, Seamus, and Evans along with a few doctors. The Dead turns the corner the other way and heads downstairs. As he's leaving, he sees Alexander Darling heading in. Darling looks shocked to see The Dead there, but Dead just gives him a solemn nod and heads outside. He gets in his car and drives away.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:29:48 GMT -5
We open on IHOP standing inside their practice ring, in the palatial IHOP locker room. All three are geared up. The Amnesiac is sitting in the corner, Raven-style, while Skurge and SYB stand in front of him, puzzled.
S: Ok, The Amnesiac. What's this all aboot?
SYB: Yeah, you told us to get geared up here... now what the fuck are we doing here today?
AMN: You'll see. They should be here any minute.
As he says this, the door to the palatial IHOP locker room opens. Through it rolls a wheelchair with a bald man in it. Behind him is a hirsute short guy with mutton chop sideburns, a tall dude in blue tights, wearing a pair of red-tinted goggles, and a black chick with white hair.
AMN: Good, you're here. Thanks for coming, Prof.
S: Prof? Wait... are you Professor X?
The bald man speaks up, in a strangely British accent.
Bald Guy: Professor who?
S: Professor X from the X-Men?
Bald Guy: No... I'm Charles Francis Yates. They call me Professor Y at my school.
S: Excuse me... school?
PY: Yes, the Yates' School for Gifted Wrestlers. I'm the head trainer.
SYB: You're a wrestling trainer?
PY: Yes.
SYB: I hate to ask the obvious, but what the fuck is a guy in a wheelchair doing training wrestlers?
Suddenly, Solly starts to levitate into the air, with a loud 'WHAT THE FUCK!?' After a few moments in the air, he's placed safely back onto the mat.
PY: You see, our wrestlers have special gifts. These aren't your average ROH newbies.
The Amnesiac gets up out of his corner.
AMN: See, when I heard we were facing off against The Heroes Guild this week, I took the opportunity to call up Professor Y over here. I trained at the Yates Institute for a few months after I came back from Mexico.
SYB & Skurge: You did?
PY: Yes, he did. One of my finest pupils. He held the championship title for 2 of the 4 months he was with us. Let me take this opportunity to introduce you to my team. First of all (he points to mutton-chops) - this is Muskrat.
M: I'm gonna tear you apart with my aluminum fingernails.
PY: Relax Loren. You'll get your chance in the ring.
M: You watch yourselves, Bub.
PY: Next up is Bi-clops.
The man with the red-tinted goggles steps up.
B: Nice to meet you folks. I'm having a really pleasant stay here so far.
PY: And finally, this young lady is Gale.
The black girl bows, and speaks, with a strangely not-very-African accent.
G: Hello there. It seems a little warm in here. Can I turn down the air for you?
SYB: What? Is that your ability?
G: No, I just saw the thermostat over there, and thought I could turn it down before we get started.
SYB: Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess.
She does so, and then the three of them get into the ring, opposing the three members of IHOP.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:30:13 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! flanked by Samantha Darling and Lucios. Davin opens the door of the arena, and SMASHES THE AMNESIAC IN THE FACE~! They continue down the Hallway of Random Encounters, and comes across Eric O’Mac.*
DM: Eric. Got a present for ya.
*He jerks his thumb behind him, and Eric nods, heading in that direction. In the background we hear the trademark “HA!” The 3 turn the corner and enter the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Davin takes his bags and just tosses them into the suite.*
SD: Hey! Careful with that.
DM: It’s fine.
L: Geez, seems like we just left.
DM: Davin Moreland told you it wouldn’t take long.
SD: Davin Moreland was right.
DM: Samantha is a smart woman.
SD: True dat. Luc, you want to go over and see Firewoman?
L: Yeah. Looks like Phantos hasn’t been back yet. We should go relieve him.
DM: Davin and Samantha will meet Lucios here in 5 minutes.
L: *tips his fake hat* Will do. *he leaves*
DM: Does Samantha have Davin Moreland’s Sprint Treo?
SD: Oh shit, yeah, here you go.
*Davin checks out the latest entries on OOWF Mobile*
DM: Recasting movies…recasting movies…don’t know what the hell you’re talking about…ok here we go. Hey Samantha. Poe is going to break Davin Moreland’s neck.
SD: That would suck.
DM: Indeed. Poe the Kid Toucher, Davin Moreland is sorry Poe the Kid Toucher hurt Poe the Kid Toucher’s ankle. It’s a shame that someone with such the reputation as Poe the Kid Toucher has such an obvious Achilles’ Heel. Davin Moreland wouldn’t be doing Davin Moreland’s due diligence if Davin Moreland didn’t exploit that. In Japan, Poe the Kid Toucher is a god. In the OOWF, Poe the Kid Toucher is a wounded animal with a target on Poe the Kid Toucher’s ankle. Poe the Kid Toucher? Davin Moreland’s last name isn’t “Darling”. Davin Moreland cares not of Poe the Kid Toucher’s mind games. Davin Moreland is well versed in mind games. Davin Moreland can manipulate minds. Davin Moreland gets what Davin Moreland wants. You see, Poe the Kid Toucher; your empty threats mean nothing to Davin Moreland. Poe the Kid Toucher is going to break Davin Moreland’s neck?
DM: Come get you some….boy.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:30:33 GMT -5
(Biggs is seen walking down the hall of random encounters talking on his cell phone to Steele.)
Biggs: My research has turned up some things that you might want to check on in dealing with your quest on Firewoman.
Steele: Fire away....
Biggs: It seems Johnny Inagawa was the grandson to the Inagama Yakuza Family.
Steele: No way....
Biggs: It's true.
Steele: So that explains why she acts the way she does.
Biggs:It looks like they were trying to get some payback and Fire eventually disappeared off the radar in Japan.
Steele: Very interesting....It looks like I might have to go and find the Inagawa Family and introduce myself.
Biggs: That's where the trail runs cold for now.
Steele: Good work. Keep on digging I want more, Ii want to know her inside and out I want to know her better then her parents.
Biggs: Understood, I will talk to you soon.
(Biggs hangs up and walks away)
(Fade out)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:30:58 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in his locker room, and he appears to be watching clips old Moosehead Jack matches. We see him bloodying Concrete TG, attacking Niles Anderson, and maiming Hardbody Harris. Moose watches for a moment, then turns the tv off so the locker room is lit by just a single bulb>
Yesterday at Dance of Death V I had my chance to get a shot at the Intercontinental title. I had that shot, and I failed. Chris Cole, I give you credit, you pulled out a win. But that is a win that should never have happened. Cole, you yourself have admitted you are not what you were a few years ago. Matte is a rookie, and Spin Hansen is lost. A few years ago, I would have ran roughshod over that match, and left three men bloody and crippled in my wake. Last night was a wake up call for me, last night made me realize I have lost my edge.
For too long, I have taken a back seat. I allowed Eric and Cole to use me to start their war, and then I took a back seat. Instead of chasing Stank and the world title, I took the time to once again face Crete. The war ended, and instead of splitting Davin Moreland's head open and taking his title, I have been relegated to having to earn a title shot.
I have allowed myself to become marginalized. On one side, one group wants me to forget that one of their members kidnapped and tortured me. They want me to put that in the past. To just forget about it like it never happened and side with them. Side with them so I can help some skirt win the trios titles.
Then on the other side, I have Stank telling me I should side with him, and help him fight a war. Help him fight his war.
It's not happening. From now on, I am out for one person, and one person only, and that is myself. Right now, I have no problem with the men watching my back, Poe, Seamus, Tytan and Tyson, but they know.......they better know, that if our paths cross, the second they are across the ring from me, they become and enemy. They become something I have to destroy.
Stank, you happen to be first. If you can manage to tear yourself away from your obsession with Davin Moreland for a moment, you might want to think about your match with me this week. I am saying it now, I want gold. I don't care who I have to beat to get it. I am going to take my place as the most feared man in the OOWF once again. I don't give a damn what DEA wants to say. I don't give a damn what Drink and Destroy wants to do. When all is said and done, there is one man the OOWF will fear again. Moosehead Jack
Trust me
<Moose shatters the bulb casting the room back into darkness>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:31:21 GMT -5
Phantos & Lucios stand before the OOWF banner with a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist.
RNSFJ: I'm here with the former World Tag Team Champions, Phantos & Lucios. You won the right to begin promoing again, and have waited THIS long to request time. Any reason for the delay?
Phantos: Heloooooooooooo Nurse! Damn, you are looking extra good today toots.
Lucios: (smacking Phantos on the back of the head) Shut up. (faces camera) as for your question, Standing with you cutting a promo every week is Not what We are all about. our esteemed General Manager wanted to teach us a lesson? You Failed Rick. The only thing you did was focus us on our goal. The OOWF World Tag Team Championships. Our Championships. We find ourselves once again on the receiving end of one of the OOWF's Clusterbombs. Losing those Championships is a travesty. The best tag team IN THIS COMPANY'S HISTORY has to start at the bottom? Joke. We are demanding our rematch. I DARE you to not comply Rick.
Phantos: Fear Us, you have had some fun at our expense lately. For your sakes, you had better hope you lose those Championships before we get our rematch. Remember who we are. The Division Killers. The Measuring Stick. Even with our Championships around your waists, you two don't Measure Up.
RNSFJ: Any thoughts about Bryce Larson choosing Davin Moreland to be his partner for his Tag Title match?
Phantos: 2-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Davin Moreland must do what is best for 2-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Davin Moreland. 2-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Davin Moreland knows that if 2-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Davin Moreland & his partner are sucessful in capturing those Championships, They will face us and the house Will get torn down! *batistalaugh*
Lucios: (staring at his partner) Stop that. Don't talk like some Northern Eliteist.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:32:22 GMT -5
**Matte is sitting against one of the walls in the hallway, holding his iPod Touch in his hands. He picks up a Wi-Fi signal.**
Matte: OOWF... Wrestling... Dot com... Current roster... Aaaannd, ok, next... Damon Wrath, there he is.
**He clicks into Damon Wrath's bio page.**
Matte: Six three, two sixty... Heel... Guess he likes dragons... Lights out... Wrath, uh, X face... Ok... F-5...
**Damon Wrath comes walking down the hallway and Matte looks up and sees him pass by, then round the next corner.**
Matte: I guess that was him. Tag matches aren't really my thing, but maybe he'll do most of the work and let me chill in the corner and watch. I'll just hope.
**Matte looks back down at his iPod.**
Matte: Oh, cool, he knows Brock Lesnar.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:32:43 GMT -5
(Tytan heads over to Moose's locker knocks and enters the darkened room.)
Tytan: Moose...(Steps on some crushed light bulbs.)...damn when are you going to get some lights in here?
Moose:When I need to I will right now it's nice.
Tytan: Cool man. Did you check out the rundown of Mayhem?
Moose: Me and Stank I know already.
Tytan: Yeah but me and Tyson got F-U.
Moose: (Smiles) I see where you are going with this.
Tytan: Exactly. One night we can eliminate D&D from the picture.
Moose: I like how you are thinking T.
Tytan: Working with you guys has its perks
Moose: Well maybe it's time to get a hold of Tyson and talk some strategy.
Tytan: After Hell on Earth when he sided with Firewoman for those three minutes, can we trust him?
(Fade out)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:33:21 GMT -5
Poe is SITTING on bench outside of a trendy shopping complex in downtown Chicago. The frigid air does not seem to bother him as the steam from his breath wafts around him. He watches the cars ride by and listens to the occasional honking of horns as if in a trance. Suddenly a saleswoman exits the building and waves to get Poe’s attention. SW: Sir, she’s ready for you now. You didn’t have to wait out here in the cold. Poe: I didn’t like the looks I was getting in there so I came out here. It’s peaceful out here. SW: You think the hustle and bustle of downtown Chicago is peaceful? Poe: I grew up in Cairo. This is nothing. SW: Well, anyway, you’ll have to excuse our patrons. You’re rather…tall. Poe: Yes, tall, that was it. Poe follows the saleswoman into the complex. SW: Wait right here sir, she’ll be with you in a moment. Poe stands in the concourse of the hallway for a few moments, noticing the stares and occasional points. Finally, Selena comes before him. Poe: My word goddess…you’re stunning. Selena gracefully walks towards him. SG: Stunning…that’ll do. Poe: Your dress is exquisite. Selena smiles. SG: Thanks so much for bringing me up here. I need a nice dress for your match. You’re gonna win the OOWF World Title. That’s a big deal. Poe nods in agreement. SG: I figured this black dress with the gold scarf would match the belt, and I figured it kinda looked Egyptian-y. Poe laughs slightly. Poe: Yes, it’ll do nicely. Now lets bag it up and get out of here. SG: Dude, can we go to McDonald’s? Poe: As you wish. Poe offers his arm and Selena takes it as they walk towards the saleswoman to buy Selena’s new dress.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:34:17 GMT -5
We catch up with IHOP and the Y-Men, locking up in the ring together. SYB is facing off against Muskrat. The two of them go nose-to-nose, and Muskrat loses that battle quickly, so he goes to his secret weapon, his aluminum fingernails. They spring out of his fingers, and Muskrat beings clawing at Solly's face.
SYB: Oh no you di'int!
Muskrat draws blood, and catches SYB off-guard, pulling him into a headlock. He goes over to the Y-Men corner and tags in Bi-clops, who steps in and elbow drops Solly on the back of the head. He goes down quick, and Bi-clops lays the boots to him. SYB pulls himself back upright, and kicks Bi-clops in the back of the knee, sending him crashing to the mat.
Solly runs across the ring and tags in Skurge, who comes in a house-afire. He clubs Bi-clops in the face, gives Muskrat a clothesline, and grabs the incoming Gale with an overhead suplex. Bi-clops stands back up, and Skurge goes for the scientific eyepoke.
Skurge: OW, JESUS H. FUCK!
Skurge pulls back his hand, and his index finger is slightly burnt. The actions stops.
Bi-clops: Oh yeah, sorry man... I forgot to tell you, my eyes are off limits.
S: Why is that?
B: This is why...
He pulls off his goggles and looks over across the room at the Rock Band stage that IHOP has setup. Suddently a burst of red light emits from his eyes, and the stage and instruments EXPLODE into shards of plastic and metal.
Fezzik: NOOOOOOOO!
Fezzik launches himself into the ring, and attacks Bi-clops, laying him out with one punch. The other two Y-Men jump into the fray, turning this into a Pier-7 brawl. Fists are flying, people are flying, and suddenly, everything stops.
Professor Y: THAT'S IT! Everyone just chill the fuck out.
The members of IHOP and the Y-Men are completely frozen. Not a single one of them is moving a muscle.
PY: Is everyone calm now? Good. Now I'm going to let go, but I don't wanna see another donnybrook, so cool it, okay?
The group of 7 all begin moving again.
SYB: Did he say donnybrook?
*TO BE CONTINUES*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:34:40 GMT -5
**OOWF Hospital*
Alexander has just finished walking past The Dead into the hallway where Firewoman’s room is when he notices his sister and Lucky down the hall arguing with hospital personnel and then he sees Seamus McNasty and Chris Evans joining the argument. Alex quickly makes his way over to the group. He looks right at Evans and Seamus…
Alexander: What the fuck are you two doing here?
Seamus: I’m here because Fire and I have been…
Alexander: I don’t care what you and Fire HAVE been. It was your two boys who put here in that bed.
Seamus: They aren’t my boys. And at least they did it in a fair fight. You and your boys like to do it from behind.
Alexander: I’m not behind anyone now Seam.
Alexander and Seamus get eye to eye, at least until Chris Evans gets in between them and pushes Alex away.
Evans: Now isn’t the time or the place.
Alexander: Who the fuck do you even do you are to tell me the time and the place. You’ve survived this long because you haven’t hit my radar yet. Don’t change that.
Evans: You think I’m scared of you and the rest of Run DEA?
Walking up behind Alexander, DHM: Maybe you should be.
Seamus is about to lunge at Magnusson when there is a loud yell coming from Fire’s room. Phantos leans his head out of the door.
Phantos: Can all of you shut up? Please.
Phantos heads back into the room clearly looking a bit disturbed by the situation.
Alexis: He’s right. Let’s not do this here and now. Seamus, Chris, I’m sure Fire will appreciate you coming to visit and maybe you can come back…
Alexander: Yea and maybe they’ll bring Moose and Poe next time, Fire will love that I bet.
Seamus: I’m not that inconsiderate Zandar.
Alexis: I know that Seamus. But things are still really tense and it would just be better if you came back later.
Seamus: For you, this time. But our little arrangements are coming to an end Darling. Your boys there have made it personal.
DH: Keep calling us boys and we’ll see what becomes personal.
Seamus nudges Chris and it seems like the two guys are about to head out for the time being. Evans: We really gonna let them make us leave.
Seamus: It’s not about that now lad. Fire in there wouldn’t want this. We’ll come back when the stench isn’t so bad.
Seamus and Chris start to walk past Alex and DH and its obvious that Darling puts his shoulder down just a bit and knocks Evans into the wall. Evans is about to leap back when DH jumps in front of Alex and Seamus pulls Evans away. We can hear him whisper, “not now” as they walk away.
Alexander slaps DH on the back as they head towards Fire’s room and peek in.
Alexander: Hey Cap’n. Sorry about that out there. How is she?
Phantos: Not good Alex. I mean look at her. She’s all tubes and…
It’s obvious Phantos is getting emotional so Alexis heads on over and leans on his back and whispers in his ear. He gives a lil smirk, but he’s still obviously sad.
Alexis: You know she’d love it if it was here when she woke up. Why don’t we give Alex and DH a minute. Security doesn’t want a lot of people here at a time. I promise we’ll be back faster than you can say Measuring Stick.
Phantos nods as he lets Alexis lead him out of the room with Lucky a step behind. DH takes a seat on one side of the bed and looks over at Fire while Alexander stands perched by the door.
DH: Fire, you really gonna sit there and let a few ribs, some punctured lung, internal bleeding, and whatever else keep you in bed…wait, you like beds, don’t ya? *batistalaughs* You know I never expected to see ya like this. You’re strong Fire. And some people got some payback coming. I can promise that for ya.
DH gives Fire’s hand a squeeze before he gets up and leaves the room. Alexander stands there and continues to look at Fire. One really can’t tell what emotion is playing across his face as he slowly shuts the door and locks it. He walks to the edge of the bed and kicks it to see if Fire stirs at all. She doesn’t. Alex can’t be doing what he’s about to do is he. Alex gets real close to Fire and leans in…
Firewoman: *coughs* Would you stop with the fake attack? It hurts when you make me laugh.
Alexander: I knew you weren’t sleeping. Why the act?
Fire: I’m not dying Alex. I’m in lots of pain, but I’m not on death’s door. So I don’t get why I’m getting this endless parade of well-wishers. Like they’re paying their last respects to the soon-to-be departed.
Alexander: Well, maybe they all wanna see the big, bad Firewoman looking like a weak, soon-to-be former champion.
Fire: They can keep looking then. *coughs* If three of them at one time couldn’t beat me, someone seriously will have to kill me to get that away from me.
Alexander: Of that, I have no doubt. I’ve always said the only way you’re leaving this business is if you leave the world doing it. But do you want to know something?
Fire: What’s that Alex?
Alexander; We’ve been through too much already for anyone else to be the one to take you out. I think I’ve earned that right when the day comes.
Fire: *laughs* Ouch. I said not to make me laugh. You really think you could take ME out. HA! Ow.
Alexander: See, you’d be easy pickings’.
Firewoman gives a small smile and two old friends sit in silence for a few moments until there is a knock on the door. Alexander gets up and heads over as he looks outside. He takes a deep breath as he unlocks and opens the door. Chris Jericho stands waiting. The two guys who clearly have never liked each other stand and stare at each other for a moment before Alexander extends his hand as he looks over his shoulder at a clearly smiling Firewoman.
Alexander: Glad you could make it Irvine.
Y2J: Darling. Hell of a match Sunday. Reminded me of my past. Glad to see some people are still allowed to actually wrestle.
Alexander: Thanks, I’ll leave you two alone for a while.
Jericho heads over towards the bed as Alexander leaves the room, just before he shuts the door though, he leans back in.
I left some kneepads if you have any more groveling to do Chrissy. Later.
Firewoman just shakes her head as Jericho starts grumbling and Alex clearly has a smirk as the door is finally shut.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:35:13 GMT -5
[We see Davin Moreland TALKING! to Bryce Larson, in preparation for their first match together as a team.]
DM: Davin Moreland needs to reiterate that Davin Moreland thinks Bryce Larson made the right choice.
BL: Yeah, I feel 100% confident in what I'm doing right now.
DM: Davin Moreland likes to hear that.
BL: Looks like we get some jobbers this week...although, you do have another match--against Poe.
DM: Davin Moreland is a superior athlete, and Davin Moreland will handle both the jobbers and Poe the Kid Toucher.
BL: You sure? Those local guys are usually a quick set of opponents.
DM: Is Bryce Larson offering to go it alone to allow Davin Moreland the opportunity to prepare for Davin Moreland's title defense against Poe the Kid Toucher?
BL: No, Bryce Larson still wants you there, Davis. But I'll take care of those guys. If you never get tagged in, that's just icing on the cake.
DM: Davin Moreland likes Bryce Larson's thinking, and Davin Moreland chuckles at Bryce Larson's attempt at humor once again.
BL: I'm glad you like it. [Phone vibrates...for a text. Bryce reads, then chuckles, then shuts his phone.]
DM: Davin Moreland is curious as to the context of that text message.
BL: Erlana...she says "I couldn't get it like that in Dayton."
DM: Davin Moreland is impressed by Bryce Larson's ways with the ladies.
BL: As you know, you can learn a lot being on the indies for so long.
DM: Davin Moreland does wonder...is Bryce Larson considering membership in Run DEA?
BL: Much like I told Nayr about the past...I'm taking it for a test drive right now.
DM: Well Davin Moreland is glad Bryce Larson test drove the Toyota first, because now Bryce Larson is behind the wheel of a top of the line Lexus.
BL: It's a nice ride thus far.
DM: It only gets better...
[Fade to black.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:35:43 GMT -5
[We fade up in The Ricks office. He's unshaven, looks tired and, even though it's before lunch, he's pours himself a whisky, downs it and pours himself another]
TR: right, before anyone come in to bother me today . . . time to get this over and done with
[The Rick picks up the phone and dials]
The Other End: ahhhh, theRick . . . long time no hear TR: great, you remember us then TOE: callerID is a wonderful thing isn't it, and no-one else there would be phoning me would they TR: frankly I'm surprised I am TOE: well I have to admit I'm somewhat intrigued by the call, but make it snappy, I'm on in 10 minutes TR: yes, I was told you were wrestling again. A mutual, and very influential friend of our has seen you around, he's been watching you and he like what he sees. He thinks you'd fit perfectly back into the OOWF TOE: really . . . well well TR: yes, HE does . . . I on the other hand have a longer memory and thankfully it's up to me to make the final decision TOE: so the point of this call is what, just to tell me that I'm never coming back TR: unfortunately no. I made a promise that I'd look at you properly, unbiased. I've you're really back as good as he says then I'd be stupid not to ask you to come back, after all, your contract was only suspended, it wouldn't take much to reactivate it. TOE: I detect a but coming along here . . . let's have it TR: personally I think that somewhere, deep down, there's something seriously wrong with you. I don't know what but at times it scares me TOE: you think I'm unbalanced, compared to that load of psychos and nut jobs you've got running round there right now TR: point taken, but they all know where to stop, where the line is and it rarely gets crossed as far as I'm concerned. You on the other hand never quite figured that out TOE: so what do you want from me? TR: proof . . . I want proof that you're as good as he says you are and that it's worth the risk in bringing you back TOE: OK TR: AND . . . I want proof that you have, at least somewhere deep down, some semblance of sanity TOE: and how do you expect me to prove that to you theRick? TR: well if you're doing show there must be some Indie DVD's doing the round, send me a couple TOE: fine . . . and the other thing TR: get yourself over to a shrink, have a chat and get him to send me something in writing to say that you're on the right side of the sanity line TOE: OK, then what happens? TR: then we talk about when you can start TOE: . . . . . OK, let me think about it TR: don't think too long, things move pretty fast around here
[In the background on the phone we hear . . .BONG, BONG, BONG, WOOF!!!]
TOE: I've gotta go, I'm on TR: yea, well like I said, don't take too long TOE: right . . .
[The Rick hangs up the phone, finishes that second whisky and pours himself another one]
TR: damn . . . he might just do it as well
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:36:04 GMT -5
*Fear Us are being interviewed by SFJ96*
SFJ: You guys are facing Tytan and Tson this week.
OBJ: We know what they are capable of, but I'm not sure about their focus.
LD: They haven't really paid their dues around here anyways. At Mayhem their debt will be collected, and they will fear us.
OBJ: Maybe you can hit another top rope Canadian Destroyer, mate! *They exchange fist-bumps*
SFJ: You will also have to face Bryce Larson and Davin Moreland soon.
LDW: LD Williams thinks this will be like getting Davin Moreland in a handicap match.
OBJ: Outback Jack agrees with LD Williams. Outback Jack thinks the "King of the Indies" is more like a princess, his debt will also be collected, and he will fear us as well.
SFJ: Meanwhile, Phantos and Lucios are demanding a title shot.
LD: Oh, so the "measuring sticks" are back?
OBJ: Seems like they're coming to make their case right now.
* The camera pans in the direction OBJ pointed, but shows an empty hallway. Then is pans down, to show the mini versions of Phantos and Lucios, brandishing rulers. Mini Phantos tries to look up the SFJ's skirt, and gets slapped for it, knocking him to the floor. Eric shows up.*
Eric: HA! Hey, wait a minute, this guy is a lot shorter than the guy you used last week.
LD: Well, the guy from last week was busy.
OBJ: We had to get Nate Corbitt instead.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:36:37 GMT -5
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:37:04 GMT -5
(Josh O'Neal is ON THE MIC!)
JoN: EVERYONE, SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!
You guys might be wondering why I'm here and why I THREW A BRICK AT THAT PIECE OF SHIT HANSEN on SUNDAY!
Well, I'll tell you why. I WAS CELEBRATING AND THERE ISN'T A DAMN THING THAT YOU CAN DO ABOUT THAT!
You see, I petitioned the BOOKING COMMITTEE to REINSTATE ME! First Hansen goes LIGHTS OUT and then THE WORLD! NO ONE CAN STOP--
(Suddenly, GM TheRick's music plays!)
GMtR (slow clapping): Bra-vo, potsie. Way to posture. Way to flex your nuts. Let me clarify the offer for you and the fans, though... you get ONE match. If you can beat Spin one-on-one with NO outside interference, you get a roster spot. No questions asked. You're free to petition any stable to join, you're free to fly solo, I don't really care.
HOWEVER... if you FAIL to win this match, you will have earned yourself a lifetime ban from any and all OOWF related events, your name will be excised from all OOWF records, and EVERY match you competed in will be changed to show a win for your opponent. You will be on the blacklist for a manager's license, you will be GONE. FOREVER.
Chew on that, O'Neal.
(GMtR leaves as an angry Josh O'Neal stews in the ring... cameras fade.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 31, 2009 22:37:27 GMT -5
**Bryce Larson walks past Fear Us in the Hallway of Random Encounters.**
LDW: “Bad move kid.”
BL: “My name's not 'kid'. It's-”
OBJ: “We know, kid. Bryce Larson the independent dragon and the king of the dumbasses or some such.”
LDW: “Teaming with Davin Moreland, the only nickname you're going to have is 'Cannon Fodder.'”
BL: “You guys talk big, but you don't scare me.”
LDW: “And that's the problem. You don't know who to trust, you don't know who to listen to, and you don't know who to fear.”
OBJ: “Word of advice kid – check your history. Guys like me and Williams won't hurt you any more than you give us reason to. Moreland on the other hand...I'd watch your back.”
LDW: “If you do get in the ring with us...when you wake up in a bodycast...don't expect Run DEA to be at the head of the line to sign it.”
**OBJ chuckles as Fear Us walk away.**
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